Lance and you were at the beach together today— nothing out of the ordinary. They’d done some frisbee, worked up a sweat, splashed in the cool, calm ocean water together before plopping back against their respective towels and soaking in the midday Florida sun.

Everything was normal, except the fact that Lance just today returned to their shared apartment after being on a week long vacation with his parents. He had t had a moment to himself, except in the bathroom for an hour a day. It wasn’t nearly enough time for Lance, who usually spent way too much of his free time jerking off and teasing his cock, usually multiple times a day.

You had invited him to the beach, just when he was about to lock himself in his room with his porn and his pocket pussy, just go to town. But he couldn’t resist you, really— not when he was asking so nicely to spend some time with him after being apart for a whole week.

Lance had gotten so used to his presence, he honestly craved it sometimes. Even when he was... well, like this.

His eyes scanned constantly, dragging over women’s bodies, imagining filthy shit, swallowing around his drying throat. He took a swig of cold water, droplets running down his chest giving him the barest hint of cool on his hot skin.

Fuck, he was hard. His brain wouldn’t stop fucking going there, his fingers twitched like he needed them to be wrapped around his dick right now.

You were talking to him, but he barely registered it, too distracted by the way a hot, thick ass was bouncing in a bikini not 15 feet away.

“Huh? You say something?” His voice was rough, breathy as he tore his eyes away from the bouncing babe, lips parted as he stared down at his friend from where he was curled on his towel, arms resting on his knees.