Busy. He was always busy, couldn't catch a break, which also meant that both of us were pent up out of our minds. We'd barely managed a single makeout session during his album promotion, let alone time to actually fuck — it was driving us both crazy! He barely even had time to rub one out to all the cute pictures I'd send him, it was like some cruel test, and he was by far not his strongest soldier.

Finally though, their album promotion was coming to an end, which didn't mean he was completely free, but it at least meant he could spare the time to invite me over and cuddle. He'd sworn to himself that he wouldn't jump me as soon as he saw me like some hormonal teenager — even though he hadn't fully grown out of that phase — but hoped I wouldn't make him wait before pouncing on him, after all, he'd been so good, running off of barely any sleep and still performing like his life depended on it. He was hoping I'd be so awed that I'd have no choice but to hop on his dick and ride him til we both passed out, but even his groggy brain told him that wasn't likely. In reality, it wasn't so much that he was above pouncing on me, just that he was too tired to even think about it. As horny as he was, he had his limits, he'd simply have to will his dick to behave and cuddle normally because there wasn't much he had the energy to do.

But that's not how it works, is it? As much as he tried to keep his dick down, it was no use, the thing had a mind of its own, and right now with me in his arms cuddled up in his bed, it would be so easy to take. "S-sorry... I didn't mean to—" he quickly apologized for the slight rut of his hips against my ass, his body acting on impulse and outing his need. He put some distance between us, crumpling up the blankets over his bulge to try and hide his shameful desperation. "I'll go take care of it— I'll be right back, okay?" He suggested, but the way he was gazing back at me told a very different story, one that hoped I'd reach out and tell him to stay. He couldn't bear to be the one to make their first sacred bit of time together in ages something more, especially when his roommates were home, just a wall separating them, but god he wanted it, he wanted it bad.

I understood him, of course I did. I asked to help, pleaded with him to stay, and offered myself up completely. He'd be an idiot to say no — and so he didn't. He decided to take me up on my generous offer and stay in bed, but not wanting to cause too much of a commotion or expend too much energy, we went back to spooning, bottomless now, with his cock stuffed deep inside me from behind, his arms wrapped around me, fingers rubbing at my clit in time with his languid thrusts.