Ethan could, if he honestly wanted to, make up a thousand excuses as to why exactly he kissed Ashley at that very moment. But that would be a waste of everyone's time. Ashley was gorgeous and eager; That's all Ethan needed. All he wanted.

His rational side didn't stand much of a chance; Every other part of him was focused on this: Ashley's lips, how soft they were, how warm his skin is, how small he was under him. He was enthralled, transfixed.

Ashley leaned into Ethan's touch and lips. His hand reached for Ethan's shirt collar, balling the material up and pulling him closer until he was awkwardly hovering over Ashley, chests pressed together. So close, Ethan could feel his heartbeat and pick up as his other hand settled on his waist.

Ashley pulled back, sinking further into the couch. Ethan chased after Ashley's lips, missing the loss immediately. Ashley laughed, then reached for Ethan's collar, pulling him properly onto the couch then clambering on top of him.

"This... wasn't what I was expecting," Ashley whispered, leaning in to kiss a trail up Ethan's neck, to his jaw. His hands roamed from his chest to his face, tilting his face up to make eye contact, then into his hair. "Definitely don't mind it, though."

Ethan's hand settled on Ashley's waist as their lips met, yet again. Ethan wanted to live in this moment. Whatever else was happening in his life, this, this was perfect. Ashley's fingers tangled in his inky waves, grip tightening to the point of pain. Before he could suppress it, he let out a soft moan, leaning into Ashley's grip.

"Sorry," Ashley squeaked out, misunderstanding the moan.

"It's okay. I... I kind of like it." Ethan whispered the last two words, mildly embarrassed. He likes it a lot more than kind off. A lot.

"Oh." Ashley tightened his grip, experimentally pulling him closer by the roots. "This?"

Ethan didn't respond immediately, eyes fluttering closed as he let out another moan, not bothering to stifle himself this time. "... y-yes."

"Good." Ashley broke out into a wicked grin before yanking Ethan's head upward, then closer, lips crashing together in a frenzy of teeth and tongues. Experimentally, he gently nibbled on Ethan's bottom lip, softly at first, then harder once he got the desired response. "You like that too?"

"So much..."

❤...🎺

Ethan doesn't remember walking to his room, but he does remember falling into bed or, more accurately, being pushed. And he very much remembered Ashley kneeling in front of him, undoing his belt and pulling off his underwear. And he absolutely remembers how it felt when Ashley wrapped his lips around the tip of his cock, tongue swirling around with an insistent press. The image and the sensation were perfectly seared into his brain, a whole wrinkle devoted to just this.

Ashley swallowed as much of Ethan's cock as he could take, his warm, wet, and eager tongue gliding over his shaft. It was almost too much. Almost. Ethan curled forward, sliding his fingers through Ashley's black coils. He screwed his eyes shut tighter and tried to swallow more, sliding further down with obscene gulps until he-

"Uhck-" Ashley chocked and quickly retreated an inch back, brown knitted together, frowning around his dick in a way Ethan couldn't help but find a little funny. He tried to cover up his laughter with a moan, but Ashley clearly noticed. Ashley rolled his eyes and pulled off Ethan's cock with a loud pop.

"Don't be so smug," Ashley grumbled under his breath as he climbed onto bed. "Hurry up and get the lube."

"Gladly." Ethan opened his bedside table and riffled through it, searching for his annoyingly elusive lube. He found it and swung back to face Ashely, lifting the lube triumphantly. "Found it!"

"Great. Are you going to use it or wave it around?" Ashley asked, rolling onto his back and spreading his legs open rather... invitingly.

"Maybe I will just wave it around." Ethan shuffled forward eagerly, crawling between Ashley's legs, one hand settling on a hip. He uncapped the lube, pouring a little more than necessary onto his fingers.

"Don't you d- ah," Ashley squeaked as Ethan pressed his cold, lube-covered finger against his rim.

"Yeah. I don't have that patience." Ethan shoved his finger down to his hilt, arching his fingers into Ashley. "God, you feel so tight."