Best Of Friends Sequel

AN: This was done as a prompt by an artist over on Y!Gallery, but I won't give away what's going to happen. Enjoy!




I press myself against the wall next to our bedroom door, heart thudding painfully in my chest as I listen to the sounds coming from within.

Tobi is cheating on me.

And if the breathless whimpers coming from his muffled throat are any indication, he's not feeling a single drop of remorse.

I can't believe it. He's cheating on me. He's cheating on me. On me! How dare he? How fucking dare he?! After all we've been through? After being together for so long?

Last week was our one-year anniversary, and he fucking cheats on me. That bastard.

Has he no shame? No decency? And he's doing it in our bed! The nerve of it!

I'm gonna fucking break down that door and kick his ass, and I slither away from the wall to crouch in front of the offending barrier between me and my soon-to-be-dead lover.

But...Wait a minute. What if he's...the guy Tobi's fucking...is bigger than me? I mean, I'm only 25, and barely five and a half feet. I know I'm not the most intimidating thing around. And Tobi's a fucking six foot Adonis. Just cause he likes me short, doesn't mean he wants anyone else short.

Fuck, I'm so inadequate My head droops as I fully realize the extent of what this means. Tobi is cheating on me.

It's over. Who knows how long it's been going on, and even worse, who knows how long Tobi's been unhappy with me? I try my hardest, dammit! I can only be who I am!

My eyes start to burn and I stubbornly wipe my face with the back of my hand, sniffing quietly. I'm just going to leave this place right now. I don't want to hear him anymore. Tobi's only supposed to cry out like that for me.

I back away from the door and close my eyes as I shuffle down the hallway.

“...Oh god...Uhhnn...Sam...”

Wait a minute. What?

I stop, blinking rapidly and whirling back towards the shut door. Did he just...say my name? Is he...Is he with someone named the same as me? Or...is he just masturbating? I've heard him jerk off, many times, and that is not how he sounds when he does it. I've never heard such raw needy sounds pour from his lips before.

I march back to the door, kneeling down and peeking into the keyhole, but the view is distorted and all I can see is the bottom edge of our bed and one trembling leg writhing on the sheets.

“Ugh! Sam....Just like that...”

Okay, he's definitely distracted so I know he won't notice if I just inch open the door, and take a look. But...I'm a little scared of what I'll see inside. What if it's some weird kink? Like, he's humping a sheep or something? I don't think I could handle that.

“Oh god, Sam! Harder!”

Fuck. The knob twists silently in my hand and I'm pushing open the thankfully well-oiled door in a heartbeat, breath coming quicker as I try to quiet my rapid panting. Another inch or so, and then I'll be able to...

Holy fuck! Oh my god, oh my god, oh my fucking god.

I'm frozen, stiff as a board and aware of my heart about to explode in my chest. I don't know what I'm more shocked about. The scene before me, or the swiftly stiffening erection in my jeans.

Tobi is splayed out in the middle of the bed, on his knees with his chest pressed to the mattress, ass in the air, and he's slowly fucking himself with my dildo.

“Ah! Yes, right there!” His hand twists and I see him push it in all the way to the hilt, shuddering in ecstasy and his smooth back arching impossibly from the sensation. “Oh god! Sam! Fuck me!”

Fucking christ.

The sleek muscles in his smooth thighs are quivering and I can tell he's close, though I don't know if I have the willpower to turn away before he finishes. We've listened to each other in the throes of passion before, though never done it in front of each other.

I'm not sure how Tobi will react to being caught.

With my dildo up his ass.

Is this...Is this how he wants it? Does he want me to...fuck him? It's always been the other way around. Him fucking me. I've never fucked anything before. Never wanted to. I still don't want to.

I think.

“Ahhn! Sam! Sam!” Tobi screams into a pillow, legs spreading wide and toes digging into the comforter as he impales himself once more, impressively deep, then he's coming and crying out all at once, spraying all over the sheets and twitching in a way that I've never seen.

I'm still frozen, stuck in the doorway and visible through the crack, but I can't move. Even though Tobi is relaxing, legs dropping out behind him as he slowly pulls the toy from his body, the muscles in his neck tensing in a way that I just know he's wincing.

I'm all to familiar with the feeling. I'm well accustomed to the feel of him inside me, but we still can't help the twinge of pain at each separation of our flesh.

Tobi sighs, slumping exhaustedly on the bed, and I jump, realizing I better get out of the door before he sees me.

Quietly, I step backwards and creep away from my tired boyfriend. I need to think. I need to think big-time. What if...What if he's not happy with how things are anymore? I mean, he was a bottom before we got together, and I've never offered to top, not that I thought he wanted me too, but...

Shit, I didn't think that I wanted too. But...fuck, I'm so hard right now. The bathroom is the only other room in our apartment with a door besides my old room, and I sneak inside, locking the door behind me.

For a moment, I just stand there, with my back pressed against the door and an aching hard-on demanding attention. Cautiously, I reach down, palming myself through my jeans and sighing in a half-way relieved way.

Could I do it? Could I top him? I really don't think I could. I mean...I don't really have any desire to top. And I love the way Tobi feels in me, pounding me into the mattress, but...

Fuck. My hands speed up and I use the other one to undo the button at the top of my jeans and slide down the zipper, reaching in with the first hand and gripping myself through my boxers. “Ah!” My head falls back against the door, thudding softly into the wood and I shudder, tightening my fingers and hearing Tobi's impassioned cries echo in my head.

The way he moaned my name. The way his hairless backside trembled as his hand thrust that toy deep inside his ass, and the way his other hand gripped at his cock.

“Shit!” I gasp, feeling myself jerk in my palm as I come in my boxers. “Uhhggn!” I shudder, back pressing into the hard wood behind me and hips straining forward as my underwear grows wet and slick with my own seed.

I slump, sliding down to the floor and breathing heavily. I always come fast, so I'm not surprised by that, but I am surprised by what I was picturing when I came. Tobi on his back, legs wrapped around my waist and me brutally fucking him into the headboard as he screamed my name.

Jesus fucking christ, I think I need to talk to him.

Belatedly, I realize that he was cheating on me. Though instead of a flesh and blood lover, he'd enjoyed one made of plastic and metal.

That bastard. I start to laugh, hand over my mouth to muffle myself. I think I'm nervous about what might happen when I talk to Tobi, but it's also just damn funny.

And a huge relief.


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I wait by the front door for ten minutes after leaving the bathroom, then loudly slam it shut and bellow loudly, “I'm home!” If that doesn't wake him up, then he deserves to get caught.

There's immediate noise from the bedroom, some frantic sounding scuffling and I hear the bedside table drawer snap shut, then the door is opened all too casually and I'm greeted by a rosy-cheeked boyfriend, looking for all the world to be innocent.

Oh, what a crock.

It's hard to keep the nervous grin from creeping onto my face, but somehow I manage, and I smile charmingly. “Hi Sweetie!” I bound up to him, reaching up to pull him down for a hello-kiss. He reeks of musk and cum, and my nostrils flare slightly from the scent of it.

I think Tobi sees me sniffing, cause he stands quicker than normal and his cheeks get redder.

Well, there's no time like the present. “So, what have you been up to?” I ask a deliberate lewdness in my voice.

He stills for a split-second, and I wouldn't have caught it had I not been expecting it, but then he smiles just as lewdly. “I was having some fun while you were gone.”

Is he really just going to come out and tell me like this? “Oh? What were you thinking about?”

His smile widens and he leans in closer, hot breath tickling my ear. “Maybe I was thinking about bending you over the couch and fucking you into oblivion.”

What a lying bastard! I shiver from the feel of him so close, but I'm angry. And hurt. Because what if he's been lying this whole time? What if he doesn't want to fuck me? What if he wishes it were different?

But, then why would he stay with me? Why wouldn't he just leave and find someone who would give him what he wanted?

I realize I've been quiet too long, not delivering my usual sassy comeback to his teasing and he's still beside me, practically oozing concern. “Sam...?”

“Tobi?” I cut in. “Are you happy with me?”

He reels back so suddenly, I almost fall forward and he catches me, staring into my eyes with his own troubled aquamarine orbs. “Sam? What brought that on? Of course I'm happy with you. I love you. I'm in love with you. Why wouldn't I be happy with you?”

There's nothing but sincerity in his voice and I relax a little, then I take a deep breath and try again. “But...There's nothing lacking in our relationship? Nothing I'm not doing that you want me to?” I can't quite say, 'in the bedroom'.

I wish I could, because he doesn't seem to get it. His face splits into a silly grin and he pulls me close again, fingers sweetly carding though my short brown hair. “Well, I guess I wish you wouldn't eat all the groceries the day I buy them, but other than that,” He grows serious. “There's nothing I can think of. Nothing at all. I think you're completely perfect.”

I sigh, knowing I can't pursue this right now, because even if I can get the words out, I still don't know if I can actually do what I know he wants me to do.

I'm just going to have to wait for the right moment.

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It's been a week since the 'incident'.

And not once has the opportunity arisen. And now is definitely not the time either.

It was only supposed to be a joke, but now I feel ridiculous.

We're in our room, me standing in front of the full-length mirror and Tobi laughing his ass off from his seat on the bed.

Seriously, he's almost to the point of passing out.

“Will you just shut up!” I bark, crossing my arms and glaring at Tobi's reflection. “This is not funny, you bastard.”

But Tobi just chokes on his own spit, guffawing like a buffoon and rolling off the bed to land loudly on the floor. “But-But!” He sputters from behind the mattress, his head popping up by the edge. “Oh god, it's priceless!” Then he collapses again, disappearing behind the bed once more in a fit of giggles.

I fume, almost to the point of stomping over there and smothering the smile off his face. If he keeps this up, I won't ever fuck him.

My reflection stares back at me mockingly, highlighting every ridiculous inch of my outfit.

'Try this on', he'd said. 'It'll be fun', he'd promised. Yeah right. Letting my flaming queen of a crossdressing boyfriend 'dress me up' in some of his clothes had been a bad idea. Because now, I look like a 14-year-old schoolgirl.

Seriously. Apparently, all this time my penis had just been a mistake and I'm actually a little girl waiting to emerge from my deceptively masculine body.

I shake my head, rubbing the bridge of my nose tiredly between my thumb and forefinger. This is just too humiliating.

And Tobi is still laughing!

“Tobi! Knock it off, or I'm going to murder you!” I growl, stamping my foot for emphasis.

He scrambles up, rushing over to me and attempting to quell his hiccuping laughter. “Wait, wait, just, hang on.” There's something in his hand, and he raises it to my hair before I can see what it is.

After a moment, I'm about to ready to kill, cause what he's put in my hair, is a sparkly kitty barrette.

Great. Just fucking great. So now, I'm in white knee socks, a red plaid mini-skit, a white button-down blouse, and a fucking sparkly kitten barrette!

It glitters at me from my reflection and I glare back at it's profane cuteness. With my brown hair swept to the side and pinned down, and my thin body already slightly girlish, I look like I'm about to have my fucking period.

All I need is a pair of pigtails, then I might as well start singing a fucking Britney Spears song.

Kill me.

Wait, scratch that. There's hope. From beneath the short little patterned skirt and above the high hem of my white knee socks, peek out my hairy boy legs. I have never been so thankful to have hairy legs in all my life. They are the last shred of my masculinity and I vow never to take them for granted again.

The skirt digs into my stomach and I stick my fingers between the tight waistline and my skin, seeing the pink marks from it. “This is too tight on me. Don't you have anything bigger?”

Tobi pauses, seeming thoughtful. “It's too tight? Huh, it's loose on me.”

I hate him. “You disgust me, you know that, right?”

“Just cause I have a smaller waist?”

I pause for just one second. “Are you saying I'm fat?”

“What?! No!” He snickers. “You're just...more robust.”

Asshole. “So, what you're saying is; I'm short and dumpy. Like a little troll.”

“Sam!” He groans. “I did not say that!”

Now, because I'm pouting, in the mirror I look like a teenage girl who just lost her diary. “You said I was 'robust'. That's code for fat.”

“You are not fat.” He protests, sighing tiredly. “Nor robust, that's not the right word. You're svelte, slender, and deliciously toned. I could just lick you all over your tight little body. What I meant was, we just have different bodies. I happen to be-”

“A sex god?” I cut in.

Snorting, he shakes his head. “No, you're the sex god. You sexy thing, you.”

I examine my outfit again. “So, you're turned on by prepubescent girls who go to Catholic school?”

This starts him laughing all over again, and he stands, wheezing excitedly and ambling over to me with a sneaky grin.

Oh, I do not like his expression one single bit. I eye him warily, arms still crossed and angry eyes narrowing suspiciously.

He crouches behind me and rifles through the pile of assorted women's clothing on the floor.

“What, you're not looking for a bra, are you? Cause that's where I draw the line, you know.” I growl, voice full of warning.

Tobi chuckles. “Oh no, not that. Just...this!”

Before I know it, I'm being pushed forward to my knees, then flipped onto my back, legs akimbo, as Tobi yanks off my underwear in seconds. “What the-?!”

“Hang on, hang on.”

Then a pair of silken panties are sliding up my thighs, despite my furious flailing, and the shock of that cool material makes me still. Tobi breathes above me, smug satisfaction plain on his face.

I lay there, confused and kinda weirded out. But then I shimmy my hips and the delicious feel of silk on my private parts makes me shiver. “You are a freak, Tobi.”

He laughs. “Yeah? Well, you're the one who's getting hard from silk panties.” He sits back, resting easy on his knees, and raises one eyebrow at me. “Go on,” He purrs. “-take a look.”

Begrudgingly, I get up, completely conscious of every shift of the smooth fabric snug against my dick and ass. My reflection stares back at me again, a new glint in my eyes. I give myself a once-over, slowly lifting the front of my skirt and feeling every bit the naughty schoolgirl as I do so.

Pink shiny silk peeks up at me, made somewhat lewd by the obscene bulge of my dick. I'm not even hard, but the thick line of myself stretches the silk beyond what should be allowed and I tingle, the beginning feelings of arousal making a single drop of sweat trickle down my temple. I lick my lips.

Tobi's arms come snaking around my shoulders, and he drapes himself on my back, leering at me. “Looks like someone likes playing dress-up.” His hips press into mine from behind and I can feel his awakening erection probing insistently at me. “Does my naughty little schoolgirl want the teacher to give her a spanking? Maybe bend her innocent little ass over the table and fuck her.” The last words are whispered in my ear, accompanied by a playful lick against the outer curve of it.

It feels good, but I don't like being called a girl. Not at all. It kinda kills my buzz. “Don't call me a girl.”

Again, there's that infuriating soft laugh. “Oh, but you're so pretty. So sweet-looking in your little skirt.” He lifts the pleated hem a bit and lets sneaky fingers curve underneath, tickling my outer thighs. “You look like a ripe peach, and I want to eat you til I find the pit.”

Okay, so that's...kinda hot. But I'm not innocent. And I'm not sweet either. “I'm not pretty. Don't say stuff like that.”

He doesn't stop. “Like what? How fuckable you look? How virginal and naïve you look? I bet you're just dying for my cock. Dying to be corrupted by your teacher.”

This isn't really doing anything for me. At all. I'm not really one for role-play. I prefer regular sex, with no frills attached.

But Tobi's apparently getting a kick of it, cause he keeps tickling my thighs and whispering dirty things in my ear. A quick look at his face shows shut eyes and flushed cheeks as he murmurs to me. His hips make little pushes at my backside.

“My little naughty girl, oh, so naughty. You little bitch. You gonna scream for me, babydoll?”

Okay, time-out! Stop right there! I push him away and spin to face him, a full-on death glare darkening my face. “Back off, Tobi. I don't like you talking like that.”

Tobi doesn't look quite as intimidated as I'd intended. “You don't want me to bend you over and fuck you raw like the naughty little girl you are?”

“Maybe I'll just bend you over and fuck you raw!” I snap, before I even realize what I'm saying.

For a moment, Tobi can't hide the little spark of need that alights his features, but then it's gone, replaced with a teasing grin. “Okay, okay. I'll stop for if it bothers you that much.”

He's standing, a little off balance I can tell, and I know this is my chance. “Do you want me to?”

“To what?” Said so causally, and I realize he doesn't even know what I'm talking about. Is the idea of me topping so ridiculous? He can't even fathom me wanting it?

I take a deep breath. “Do you...want me to...fuck you?”

Now I have his attention. He stops completely, head whipping back so fast and wild eyes staring at me like I've just told him he was a millionaire, but he can't quite believe me. “What?”

Nervously, I step towards him, raising my hands and placing them gently on his chest. I look up into his eyes. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

Now his expression is almost desperate, on the verge of believing, but so full of doubt it's heartbreaking. I take pity on him, spelling it out with newfound confidence. “I saw you the other day, on the bed, using my toy to fuck yourself. And...I heard you begging for me. I didn't know you wanted that.”

He answers breathlessly, head dipping down and hiding in the nook of my neck and shoulder. “I didn't think you'd be comfortable with it.”

I fidget, nuzzling his shoulder cause he's bent low enough for me to reach. My arms go around his back and pull him close. “Well...I'm not entirely sure I am. But...I want to make you happy...and...I want to hear you make those noises again.” That was so embarrassing to say and my cheeks heat up right away, but I'm glad I said it, cause Tobi's sort of trembling in my arms, and I've never felt him do that before.

In a soft heated whisper, he confesses. “I want you to do it. God, I want you to do it. But only if you're comfortable with it.”

I think.

I'm pretty sure I'm okay with it. I mean, it's still sex. We'll still be making love to each other, but we'll just be in different positions. So, with that in mind, I nod. “But,” I ask, a little tentative as something occurs to me. “-how long have you wanted different sex? Have I been...making you unsatisfied?”

Tobi leans back quickly and shakes his head. “Oh Sammy, of course not. You always satisfy me.” Tilting his head slightly, he quirks a smile. “It's not a matter of being unsatisfied. It's just that I want so much to...” And here, he blushes, which is just so fascinating to me because I've never seen him blush before. His eyes dart down and he chews on his lip some more. “I want you...to...be in me. I want you in me so bad. You. No one else but you.”

He's shivering again, and I blink, a little surprised by his heated admission. I didn't know my dick was so coveted. Hm. “Okay Toto, I'll make love to you. But, I don't know how.”

Abruptly, he tightens his arms around me and picks me up, carting me over to the bed before I can even blink, then he tosses me across the mattress and I have to dig my fingers into the sheets to keep from bouncing off. He descends immediately, crawling over me and straddling my waist where he sits, panting softly and staring down at me as he bites his pouty lower lip.

“Excited?” I ask, a little breathless myself. His body is heavy and hot atop my hips, and I squirm slightly. Since all I've ever done is bottom, I'm not used to much attention to my cock, other than when Tobi jerks me off right as I'm about to come. I'm still sensitive there, and thinking about being able to keep from coming too soon while fucking him makes me apprehensive.

“I'll show you how to make me scream.” He murmurs, adjusting his seat. Then, he grinds down into me a little and runs his hands up my bare thighs, reminding me of the clothes I'm wearing. Attempting to sit up doesn't work because Tobi pushes me right back down, and I raise my eyebrow at him. “Can you let me up so I can take off this ridiculous thing?”

With another leer, Tobi arches down against me, hips still snug against my own and chests aligning. “Leave it on.”

Momentarily distracted by the thick pulsing line of his cock pressing into my own, I don't immediately reply, but once I've got my sense back, I realize how much of a kinky bastard he really is. “What? Why? You like seeing me as a girl?” That's just too disturbing for words, and I hope it's not true.

Tobi wiggles, sliding up and down my body, sending flares of pleasure along every inch of me, and he laughs softly. “No. I like seeing you in naughty clothing. And I want to undress you.”

To demonstrate his point, Tobi reaches between us and undoes one button of my blouse, exposing my collarbone, which he presses a wet open-mouthed kiss to. The next button is undone too, and that newly uncovered flesh is also bestowed a breathy slick kiss. One after the other, until all eight buttons are undone and my chest is bare and shiny with sloppy kiss-marks.

Tobi noses my navel, dipping in to tickle me and I giggle, familiar with the play he's giving me. I'm used to him next unbuttoning my jeans and mouthing my cock through my boxers, but what with the lack of denim, he reaches underneath my skirt instead, which just sounds so dirty, even in my head.

Next, he's palming my erection through the silk and the sensation is just so fucking good. “Ah! Tobi!” His fingers close around me and stroke me slowly, using the silk and my own skin for friction. I writhe, tossing my head back and moaning. “Tobi! Yes!”

Glancing down, I see the swift movement of Tobi's hand beneath the fabric of the skirt, and it's obscenely erotic. “Tobi...Go underneath...”

He complies and slides inside my panties, the hot skin of his hand encircling the even hotter flesh of my dick. “Ah!” Pushing my legs apart, he nestles in between, caressing my calves through the socks with one hand and jerking me with the other. He buries his face into the joint of my thigh, sucking on the skin right to the side of my balls, and I shudder. “Stop! Oh god, Tobi, stop! If you keep-Uhhn! I'm gonna come, stop!”

He does abruptly, pulling back and almost throwing his shirt off, then shoving his jeans down his legs. His cock bounces up merrily, the tip red and dripping pre-cum copiously. Jeez, if I'd known how aroused this was going to get him, I'd have offered a long time ago.

Tobi's breathing heavily, to the point of heaving, and he pulls off my underwear all the way, leaving it hooked on one ankle. Completely naked, he climbs back atop me, and positions himself right over my cock, already lowering himself as he shoves up my skirt over my stomach. Crazy bastard! “Fuck, Tobi!” I shriek. “Get some fucking lube!”

He pauses, glazed eyes sliding over to blink dazedly at me, then smiles sheepishly. “Oh...sorry.” He chuckles, reaching under the pillows and pulling out the little bottle of lube that we're using this week. It's flavored, but I don't think Tobi has any patience for waiting right now.

He squirt a generous amount into his palm then reaches around behind himself to do what I know he's doing. Those talented fingers of his are pushing inside himself and he's stretching his ass for me. He's done it enough to mine and I can almost feel phantom fingers probing at me as I watch him writhe above me. His head's thrown back in ecstasy and he's softly whimpering, like I always do.

I then realize how selfish I've been. Before me, he'd bottomed, and I remember quite clearly how vocal he was when being fucked. I also know how it feels to have him in me. To know what that feels like, then abruptly stop experiencing it, like he did with me, seems so difficult. I don't think I could do it.

With a start, I feel Tobi circle my dick with his slickened fingers and stroke me a few times, coating me until I glisten. Then he's lowering himself again, positioning my cock right at his entrance and shifting his hips side to side as he sinks down.

“Ah god, T-Tobi!” I scream, feeling his body take me in and I buck up into him, gasping uncontrollably at the tightness. He flexes then, something that makes me see white, and I arch back. “Gah! Tobi! Tobi!” It too much! I can't take it! “Ah god! Ahhhhn!” I come, shooting up into his body thickly and he moans, nails digging into my bared chest as he flexes again, milking me with his ass.

“Oh god...” He groans, hips doing little circles on me and making me shudder. “I'd forgotten what it felt like to have someone come inside me...”

I'm still too far gone to be angry that he'd barebacked with another guy, but I'll definitely be yelling later. Now, I'm amazed I'm still conscious, and even more amazing to me, I'm still hard.

Tobi's almost whimpering from where he's impaled on me, and he glances down, eyes desperate. “Are you okay? I want to move now.”

His voice is shocking; deep and aching for release. I can only nod at him, my voice gone completely. With that, Tobi lifts himself only a little, then slides back down, his firm ass fitting snugly into the cradle of my hipbones and spread thighs. It feels weird to have him there, but it's good. Really good.

And I know Tobi thinks it's good, by the soft breathy noises he's emitting as he slowly rides me. “Sam...Sam...Sammy, oh, my Sammy...You feel so good...Ah!”

Automatically, as he speeds up, I grab his waist and try to help, but I just don't have the rhythm right. My hips don't work correctly. Instead of thrusting up, I find myself curling them, uselessly searching for spots to hit my own prostate. But there's nothing in me, and since I've already come once, I know I've got some time before I come again. Since I can't help him, I just lie there, spreading my legs wider and digging my heels into the mattress.

Tobi's on his knees with his hands planted by my head on the bed, and he shifts, hooking his feet under my open thighs and using them to pull himself down even harder.

At this point, I can't even talk, so I settle for grunting each time he sinks down on me, enveloping me in his hot skin sheath. Tobi's almost shouting now, pounding his hips down furiously, making the bed squeak louder than usual.

I have new respect for my boyfriend. He's a greedier bottom than I am.

“Oh god, Sam! Fuck me! All the way! Push as deep as you can! Oh god! Come in me again!” He's shiny with sweat, and bouncing with everything he's got now, I can hardly stand it. My balls tighten and I can feel myself getting close again, but I try to hold on, so Tobi can come first.

Well...So he can come before I come again.

One of my knee socks has slipped down to my ankle and the blouse is almost clear from the amount of sweat it's soaked with. My skirt, I'm sure, is is bad shape, due to all the lube Tobi used and the way he's dripping pre-cum like I didn't even think was possible.

Almost sobbing now, Tobi arches back, sitting straight up and sinking as deep as he can, his nails raking down my chest. He thumbs my nipples, sliding over them then pinching them sharply as he slows his hips to teasingly grind on me. His ass is soft and supple where it's pressed against my hips, and my fingers slide down to grasp it, kneading it reverently.

“Sam! Ah, Sammy, come. I want you to come again.” Tobi whispers, stilling a moment to let out a throaty moan.

It takes effort to speak, but I manage, hoarsely. “But...You...haven't-Ah! Come...y-yet...Uhhhgghhn!”

He's still grinding down on me, his narrow hips tilting from left to right and it's driving me closer and closer to coming. With a breathless murmur, he commands, “I want you to come in me again. Just do it.”

And that's what sends me over, with a deep heaving breath that turns into a loud moan as my legs quiver and my vision goes white once again. “God, Tobi! Oh god!” My balls draw up into my body and I'm coming, hard and fast and long, unlike I've ever done before, and before my mind shuts down, I think that I really could get used to this.

Everything's slow, and I'm brought back by the sound of my own whimpering, opening my eyes to see Tobi completely motionless atop me with his head thrown back and his mouth hung open. Then, to my amazement, without his hands ever leaving my chest, he starts coming, making those wonderfully high-pitched screams in the back of his throat.

My chest is coated with his thick seed, and there's a lot of it too. He keeps twitching and tightening around me that I wish I could come a third time. But then he slumps, dropping down to my chest and burying his sweat-drenched hair into my neck.

“Sam...” He sighs, sounding so content I almost cry. “Sam...I love you, Sam.”

My arms instinctively come around his back, holding him close to me. “I love you, Tobi.” As an afterthought, I add, “And that was great.”

“Yes,” He chuckles. “-it was fantastic.”

We remain entangled in each other, neither willing to move away or disconnect, and our hot sweaty skin slowly cools. I shiver, and Tobi throws a sheet over us, bringing that hand back to bury it's fingers into the disheveled locks on the back of my head.

“You're amazing.” Tobi breathes, lips clinging to the skin of my neck. “You stayed hard after you came for the first time.”

“Me?” I exclaim. “You're the one who came without ever touching your dick! I've never done that. I need at least some stroking.”

“Well, I just loved the way you felt inside me so much.”

“Mm...And I really like the way you felt on the inside.”

Tobi chuckles and I giggle too. We hug each other tighter, never wanting to let go. There's a new intimacy between us now, something greater and deeper. I never want to let him go.

Just before we start to doze, I think of something. “Hey, Tobes?” I whisper, not wanting to make him wake up completely. He mumbles questioningly. “I was thinking before, how I wouldn't mind so much doing this, cause we would still be making love, only with different positions, but now, I realize, you're still the one on top.”

Tobi raises his head and quirks a brow at me, his eyes sleepy and sated, then he snorts, shaking his head and snickering as he comes back close to me. “You're such a dork.”



THE END


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