>>31417870>>31415352>>31414382He breaks the kiss and looks at me stunned for the briefest moment before his gaze returns to anger.
"You stupid rat bastard moron fuck," he seethes, taking it for a distraction, "you think you'll get off that easy?"
The muscles in his arms ripple as his grip on the collar of my shirt tighten and he slams me up and down into the couch 3, 4, 5 times, laughter coming from my throat the whole while as I harmlessly bounce off the couch cushions haphazardly.
He lowers his face right next to mine, and his eyes are filled with malice.
"I'm not going to just let you get away with fucking edge guarding me for two hours you little rat fuck!"
My laughs are soft as our gazes intermingle, our faces inches from each other. His gaze unexpectedly softens as confusion slides over his face.
He closes the distance this time. Our bodies tangle deeply with each other, tongues exchanging blows as our legs slide over each other, my back pressed firmly into the couch. Our desperate gasps fill the air as we grind into each other, begging for purchase.
It continues for several minutes too long as both of our inexperienced minds drown in lust and desire.
He draws his head draws up, anger returning to his eyes as he remembers the game, and he draws his hands around my neck.
"You stupid fucking slut-" i hear, his cock grinding into mine, his eyes flared bright red in anger, my breathing choked, "the fucking, how can you up smash as samus and still win against Kazuya?" he shouts desperately, his loud voice shouts the entire apartment.
I start moaning wildly as his entire body weight presses into me, his hands around my neck. I buck my hips up into him and gasp. His instinctual anger brings his fangs upon my shoulder blade, sinking in and drawing blood. I thrust into him with my last gasp, desperately writhing and thrashing against him fruitlessly as my aroused shouts fill the apartment and echo down the hall.
He withdraws his fangs and sucks upon the wound for a moment before drawing his gaze up to mine with a sudden lucidity.
He releases the pressure on my neck and looks at me with a tinge of regret as his eyes search mine, but they only find desire.
Our eyes search each other for answers for the longest moment, our inexperience hanging in the air.
I grab him by the back of his head and pull him into a deep kiss, our bodies pressed firmly against each other. I couldn't stand his absence for another moment.
We lay there for so long, anger and tension melted into desire as we explore each other's mouths. I savor the soft moans I hear him make as the boundary of friendly roommates dissolves.
I grasp his collar and push him against the rear couch cushion as I draw both of us up and sit myself upon his lap.
We're both panting as we look each other in the eye.
"I don't think we're-" he says in a gasping voice, choking on his own breath,
"Yeah," I say softly, ignoring him. I kiss him and start straddling him. I tear open his dress shirt and grope his chest as the buttons fly away. He moans into my mouth and I grind into him. I can't take it anymore. My hands race up and down his exposed chest as his hands reach up and explore mine.
I reach down and unbutton his pants and start rubbing him through his underwear, and he throws his head back and moans. I kiss his neck and savor the growl I hear in my ear. He firmly grabs me by the shoulders and sets me further back onto his lap and tears the top of my shorts down from over my erect cock, grabbing it firmly with his hand. I take his in mine, and we both start stroking.
The glare we share used to be about smash, but now it's about dominance. I lean in to try to cheat by biting his neck, but he intercepts me with his free hand and brings his face to mine and puts his tongue in my mouth. I can't resist moaning, still struggling to stroke him and make him finish first, determined not to lose.
He starts grinding into me, his hand rapidly stroking me up and down. I'm so close, but I hold off and stroke him even faster, his gasping breaths driving me wild.
I clench tightly as I lose the battle, groaning loudly as I shoot into his bare stomach. He doesn't last much longer. he groans wildly and throws his head back, yelling wildly as I feel my hand becoming wet as he thrusts his hips against mine, shooting ropes upon his own stomach as his head cranes back over the back of the couch, profanity streaming from his lips. We slump into each other, cum staining the front of both of our bodies.
We lay in each other's grasp for a long time, hugging each other tight. We embrace each other for 2, then 5, then 10 minutes. He perks his head up and breaks the silence.
"So how does this work out with us being roommates? Are we still-"
"Please shut the fuck up." I say, burying my head into the crook of his neck.
