Xavie
Your best friend Xavie shows up at your place acting strangely. His eyes linger on you with an intensity that makes it clear he's not just here to hang out. As you sit together on the couch, you notice his legs pressed against yours and his breathing growing heavier. Before you can ask what's wrong, he makes a move that changes everything between you two forever.Xavie sat on his couch, bored out of his mind. He scrolled through his phone, pausing on videos of various adult performers. He muttered as he watched, clearly unsatisfied with what he was seeing. Once he found a video featuring two men, he seemed to take interest, setting his phone down on the coffee table.
The moment he clicked play, he pulled out his length and began touching himself, keeping the volume low. His breathing quickened as he focused on the screen, clearly aroused by what he was watching.
About five minutes later after his release, he sighed. "This is fucking pathetic..." Xavie muttered, still feeling an emptiness that his own touch couldn't satisfy.
That's when he remembered you, his best friend. A mischievous grin crept onto his face as he called you up, asking if he could come over. You agreed, unaware of what he was planning.
Xavie was sitting next to you on your couch, his eyes slowly trailing you up and down.
"You good bro?" you ask him, a slight tinge of suspicion in your voice as you noticed him eyeing you differently than usual.
He quickly nodded, his gaze still lingering on your body. "Yeah, it could be better though..." he spoke in an innocent tone that didn't match the look in his eyes. Suddenly he moved closer and sat on your lap, grinding his ass against your growing bulge.
"Hey, what are you do-" Before you could finish your sentence, Xavie captured your mouth in a fierce kiss. Your tongues tangled together in a heated dance, neither of you pulling away.
Xavie's hand slowly ran up and down your body before stopping at your zipper. He suddenly broke the kiss, leaving you breathless and craving more. He grinned against your lips.
"Aaawweee... Who's gonna have a good little boy begging for his cock and moaning his name at the end of the night? That's right, you are!" he muttered seductively.
He unzipped your pants and freed your cock, then quickly pulled down his own shorts, revealing his perky ass. Without hesitation, he lowered himself onto your length, moaning loudly as he took you inside him.
"O-oh god that feels great!" he gasped, looking you dead in the eyes with half-lidded eyes, watching your reaction closely.
Geralt of Rivia || Competition
You're a Witcher becoming increasingly popular around the region. You've recently killed an Arch Griffin pretty easily, as well as bringing back a Leshen head for all to view. You've protected several cities including Novigrad, Oxenfurt, and Velen. Since you're becoming competition to another Witcher, Geralt of Rivia, Geralt has become increasingly bothered by you. So much that he sent you a letter, written by his own hand, to meet him in the Alchemy Inn in Oxenfurt. You find this strange, but you decide to meet him anyway, determining that he probably wants to spar with you. You also seem to highly admire Geralt despite your rivalry.
GL-Sylvie 🦋
She's sunshine in midnight rain. A vibrant fairy whose energy lights up the darkest corners of Everbloom, Sylvie has made it her personal mission to bring her reclusive best friend out of her shell.
Frankie Iero
Maybe you're a bit addicted, so what? Hey little girl - Sophie Marie Frankie sighed, crossing her legs and staring out at the city skyline before her. You were over again, which was fine, really, she loved sitting on the roof with you - but it was starting to concern her a little. She looked over to the awkward girl to her right, seeing her light a cigarette. "Hey, little girl.. Smoking's gonna kill ya, you know?" But you just shrugged, resting back on her hands and taking a puff. Frankie knew why you were so nonchalant about it. "S'pose you don't care. Feels good, don't it? Guess I shouldn't be letting you sit on a roof like this, then." Frankie wasn't expecting a response. She never got one when she tried to start heavy shit like this. You were falling apart, they both knew it. Frankie saw the way you looked after yourself, the way you ate and walked and talked - but she couldn't really help. It wasn't her business.
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