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On a sunny afternoon, you and Randy both share a rare day off together. Randy's freshly-washed hair spills out messily over the pillow behind him, and you admire his features between kisses. While he was decidedly bony pretty much everywhere, his lap still made for a comfortable seat. Though, something was poking against you as you made out.

"S-sorry." He whispers without prompting.

"For what?" You ask, taking the moment to catch your breath.

"For, uh… being a pervert."

You presume that by being a pervert, he means having a boner. You look down, seeing his fists tightly gripping the front of his jacket.

"… You haven't even touched me, dude. And, for the record? I'd like it if you did."

"O-oh. Sorry." He lifts his hands and hovers them vaguely near your body.

With a sigh and a smile, you hold his wrists and plant his hands on you. One hand cups your chest, and the other rests on your hip. Randy's eyes widen as his face burns. "Oh, uh… Wowie! Thanks!"

"You're welcome. Dork." You tease, leaning back in to resume kissing him.

Whenever you kiss - which isn't terribly often, given your mutual living circumstances - you've noticed that Randy can't seem to help but let out little moans every so often. You find it absolutely adorable, even if he isn't aware that he does it.

As you rock your hips against him, his breath shudders in his chest. This time, when he moans, it's loud enough that he notices and stops himself. But you can tell from the way he tenses up that he is very, very much so enjoying himself.

His thin fingers dig into your soft flesh as he moves with you, shakily rocking his hips against your ass. He doesn't seem to be aware of this motion either, or else he most likely would have put a stop to it immediately.

You savor the moment, relishing in the intimacy of your grinding and embracing. The moment is broken prematurely, however.

"Oh, God, I— I'm sorry, hold on," He blurts, holding you still against him. His eyes are screwed shut, as if holding something back.

You examine his face, curious as to what the issue is. As you feel his cock throbbing inside his jeans, you think you have a pretty good idea.

"Wow. You're sensitive."

"I'm sorry," He repeats, "I haven't— I don't usually—… It's been a while, okay?"

"It's been a while since you last got off, or since you had sex?"

Randy raises his shoulders to his ears, looking away. "I… plead the fifth?"

"Okay, fair." You rub his shoulders, trying to help him relax. "We don't have to stop, you know. I think its cute how eager you are."

"… Re~ally?" His voice cracks. "You don't think its sad or pathetic or—?"

"Nope. It's cute." You say, booping his nose. He cracks a smile, and you lean in to press your lips against his again.

Trepidatiously, he resumes his ministrations. He raises both hands to feel your chest as you grind into him, and the feeling draws a little gasp out of you. Satisfyingly, his hips twitch in response to the sound.

It doesn't take long before his breathing picks back up and little whines leave his lips. You can tell he's getting close again, but you don't slow down. Instead, you reach down to cup him through his pants, rubbing him with your palm.

He curses out your name as his body tenses under you. "Oh, G—God, please—!"

Through his jeans, you feel him cum. His cock twitches and pulses under multiple layers of fabric, and he lets out the cutest little pathetic sounds as he comes undone. You keep stroking him the whole time, letting him enjoy himself.

When he finally finishes and comes down, his face is bright red and his hands are shaking terribly. He looks up at you with wet eyes. "… Oh. God. I'm so sorry. That was—"

"Hot." You cut him off, kissing him one more time to drive the point home. "You want me bad enough to cum in your pants about it. I fucking love that."

He hides his face behind his hands for a beat, shifting his legs apart uncomfortably. "Yeah, well… Now I'm all… sticky. I don't even have any other clothes to change into, I—"

"You can wear my sweats when we throw your clothes in the wash." You assure him. Reaching down to slip a finger under his waistband, you ask, "… Mind if I take these off?"

"Huh? I— I mean… if you're sure you wanna see a wet idiot's junk…"

"You're my favorite wet idiot."

Scooting down, you undo his pants and pull them down. His plad-print boxers are stained with fresh ejaculate, as you were expecting. You smile as you pull those down, revealing his still-hard cock.

He can't stand looking at you assess at him, so he turns his head to examine the wall.

"… I— uh. I know I'm pretty small. And, uh, you don't have to touch me or anything if you don't want to. I probably need another shower."

You gently take him in hand, admiring him from between his thighs. You remark, "You're average. Which is good, since big dicks kinda hurt, in my experience. It's pretty, too."

"Wh— huh?" He glances down, shuddering as you start to stroke him slowly. While he's obviously still sensitive, he doesn't seem to be pained by the contact. "I don't think it can really be called pretty. It's just… there."

You make a show of examining him, checking the tip and the shaft in equal measure. Then, you press a kiss to the spot where skin collects under the head. "… Seems pretty nice to me."

His legs jolted at that kiss, and he can't seem to look away as you drag your tongue over his length. You'd been expecting some untrimmed hair (seeing as he hadn't gotten a haircut in the entire length of the time you'd known him) and your expectations were met. He tasted clean, but a little bitter from his recent orgasm. His diet didn't include enough fresh fruit to make his cum taste particularly sweet, but you weren't going to point that out to him right now.

Randy doesn't know what to do with his hands as you run your tongue over his tip in slow circles. He grips his jacket, then the sheets, and then— you reach up and grab one of his wrists again. You guide his hand to rest atop your head, then you resume holding his hip.

"O—okay. Do you want me to pull your hair, or guide you, or— just, leave it here?" He asks, obviously flustered.

You just shrug. Do whatever you want. As you open your mouth wider and take him between your lips, his fingers instinctively curl against your scalp.

Shuffling his legs further apart to accommodate you, his body shakes as you slowly bob your head. Randy can't hold back from moaning and whining as you lavish him. But he also can't shut up.

"Y—you don't have to keep doing this if you get bored, or— if you just want to do something else, we can do something else! … Not that this doesn't f—feel really good, oh my God… I can't feel your teeth at all!"

You idly wonder what caliber of blowjob he's received in the past if not feeling teeth is high praise from him. Reaching for his free-hand, you lace your fingers between his and squeeze reassuringly.

Before long, he can't catch his breath enough to keep rambling. He's panting sharply, and both of his hands are shaking uncontrollably. "I'm getting, uh, close again. You p—probably should stop, it doesn't taste very good…"

How does he know that? You ignore him, moving faster. His cock is stiffening up and throbbing against your tongue, and you can tell he's painfully close. You push your head all the way down to take him into your throat, and he tips over the edge with a pathetic cry. He cums in waves, and you swallow every bit of it without having to taste it.

It takes Randy a little longer to calm down after this one. His head is swimming as he sees stars dance in front of his eyes. You pull off of him with a soft pop. Then, you shift up to hold him close and help him catch his breath. He hugs you shakily, burying his face against your shoulder. He keeps repeating something, and it takes a moment for you to recognize his words as thank yous.

When he finally pulls back, a couple of minutes have gone by. His pulse isn't akin to a humming bird's anymore, and he seems to be breathing normally. He gives you a weak smile, thanking you one more time.

"You're welcome, sweetheart." You grin, kissing his lips and smoothing back his messy hair. "That was fun. You're seriously the perfect size for that."

"Really?" He asks again. "I was afraid I was too small for it to be, uh… good. Or too big somehow, and I'd make you choke."

"Neither of the above, actually. I think you're a great size for pretty much everything I want to do with you."

"… O—oh. Uh. Can I ask what else is on that list…?" He taps his fingers together.

"Well…" You look down at yourself, hooking a thumb into the band of your pants. To your surprise, you realize that Randy is still hard. He is both multi-orgasmic and (presumably) outrageously pent-up. You push your pants and underwear down, then move to straddle him as you had when you were making out.

"Oh. Oh my God." He mumbled, grabbing your waist to keep you steady. "You… want to do that? Make love, right now?"

"Sure, why not?"

"I— I don't know. I just figured—… I'm me. I'm not used to someone wanting to do this with me at all, let alone enthusiastically. Are you sure we aren't going too fast?"

"Randy, you called me 'my love' on our first date."

He flushed. "Well… I meant it."

"I know, Randy. I mean it, too. I want to do this." You promise. "… As long as you actually want to. Are you nervous?"

"Yeah, of course I am! I mean, what if I get you pregnant? I'd be a terrible father!!"

You laugh, leaning over to grab a box from your bedside table. You present him with a wrapped condom. "Ta-da! No babies today."

He stares at it, then glances up at you. "… W-wow. You're… really serious about this. Uh—… I guess—… Yeah! Yeah, I'm ready. Just— I might not be good at this, and—"

"It's our first time. It's probably not gonna be either of our best performances. I don't care about that - I just want to be close to you."

His expression melts. You can see him process your words, and finally… he nods.

You tear open the wrapper with your teeth, tossing it aside as you reach down to roll the condom onto him. As you touch him, you can feel him go from semi-hard to fully erect. You can't help but find that charming.

Once you're both ready, you angle yourself over him and align him with your entrance. You both hold your breath as you ease yourself down onto him.

He curses under his breath, fighting off a tremor as he watches himself disappear into you inch by inch. By the time you're fully sunk down onto him, you're both breathing unsteadily.

"Okay. I'm gonna… move. If you're good."

"I'll be good, I promise!" He babbles, gripping your hips tightly.

That… wasn't necessarily what you meant, but you don't correct him. Instead, you hold onto his shoulders as you begin to ride him. You keep your pace slow and steady to start, but you can tell quickly that this is going to be a short ride. Randy is already trembling, biting his lip hard enough to turn the skin white. You stop and sit down onto him fully.

"What— what's wrong?" He asks, panting.

"Nothing. I can tell you're close again." You say, slipping a hand off of his shoulder and down between your legs. His eyes widen comically as you begin touching yourself. "… I want to get off with you."

"Oh my God." He whispers, fighting the urge to grind deeper into you. … He loses that fight, pressing his cock against your sweet-spot in a wonderful way as your hand moves faster.

"Fuck, just like that, Randy…" You murmur, shutting your eyes and focusing on building up the tension in your body. It doesn't take long - this whole experience worked you up more than you'd like to admit.

When you begin bouncing again, Randy moans out your name. He urges you to move faster, guiding your hips as you rub yourself fast and hard. You can feel the edge creeping up on you, and at the same time, Randy is twitching inside of you with each thrust.

Curling forward, you rest your forehead against his as you cum together. He buries himself inside of you, savoring the sensation of your muscles clamping down on him rhythmically. He doesn't fully stop moving until you're both spent.

You pull him in for a series of mutually sloppy kisses, whispering sweet nothings to each other. Praise and affection all wrapped into each other. You guide his hands one last time, and he hugs you just as tightly as you do him.

While a sleepy afternoon passes you by, you two lay down together and settle in for a post-coital nap.