I know this guy named Ethan

To me, he has the prettiest warm brown eyes,

But I really hate it when he cries

This guy named Ethan is my cowboy,

His very existence brings me nothing but joy

I know this guy named Ethan,

His laughter's quite contagious,

To me, it really is outrageous

How he can make me feel some type of way

To yearn to see him every day

You see here now Ethan, I really must confess,

To me, oh Ethan, you're the very definition of priceless

"Ethan, Ethan, Ethan," I stumble into his arms, "let's go dancing. Take me dancing."

Ethan chuckles, holding me up. "We can go some other time. I can turn on music here if you want."

I nod rapidly, making myself dizzy. "Pleeeeeeeease. Dance with me, Ethan."

Ethan goes over to my stereo and turns it on.

I grab his arms and sway. "Do you know how to dance?"

"Not really."

"Me neither. What do we do? All I know is club dancinggggg." I wrap my arms around him, the upbeat song confusing me.

"Would you rather slow dance?" He asks, surprised.

"Ooooh, how romantic." I giggle. "Mr. Dechart, would you care to dance with me?"

"I thought I was." He chuckles.

"No. You're standing there like a statue."

"Alright." He places his hands on my hips and starts to sway.

"Why are you leading?" I ask.

"Cause I'm the top." He smirks.

"I topped you that one time and you were like 'Charlie, Charlie, fuck me harder. Charlie, Charlie, coat me in your cowboy seeeeed.'" I giggle, following his steps.

He flushes. "Doesn't stop you from whining like a little bitch when I come onto you."

"You think I'm a little bitch?" I poke my bottom lip out and frown at the same time.

He frowns. "N-No, I thought you liked when I talk like that?"

"You're so emotionally abusive." I scoff before laughing.

Ethan looks confused and slightly concerned. He taps my cheek to get my attention. "You're not serious, are you?"

"No. Baby, I love when you talk down to me like that." I pull myself closer and giggle.

"Okay," He brightens up. "Good."

"I like your dick too." I look at his crotch before continuing our dance.

"Thanks," He smirks and kisses me. "It's one of a kind."

"I like when you kiss me too too." I tug on his shirt.

"I like when we kiss too." He smiles and pulls his shirt off. "Better?" He chuckles.

My hands make contact with the bare skin. "Mhmm. You're very beautiful, Ethan."

He blushes. "Thank you, you've never told me that before."

I frown. "I haven't? Really?" I move my hands. "Why not? You're breathtaking; I can't take my eyes off of you."

His blush deepens and he pulls me so we're skin to skin. "I feel the same way about you."

"Thank you." I hum.

He begins to kiss my neck lightly but doesn't linger. "You're a really cute drunk."

"You're a really cute all the time," I compliment back with a grin.

"Thank you." He grins.

"Ethan, Ethan, Ethan," I whisper, "Take me to Nevada. I wanna go to Vegasss and then we can get married."

He freezes, his lip quivering and he hugs me so that I can't see his face. "You don't mean that."

"I love you." I hug him back and giggle. "I have a poem all about you. Do you want to hear it?"

Ethan's grip on me tightens. "Sure."

I clear my throat and begin. "I know this guy named Ethan / To me, he has the prettiest warm brown eyes," I look at the ground sadly, "But I really hate it when he cries / This guy named Ethan is my cowboy, / His very existence brings me nothing but joy." I begin to play with his hair as I pause for the next stanza. "I know this guy named Ethan, / His laughter's quite contagious, / To me, it really is outrageous / How he can make me feel some type of way / To yearn to see him every day." I move so that I can see him before finishing. "You see here now Ethan, I really must confess, / To me, oh Ethan, you're the very definition of priceless."

Ethan has tears building in his eyes and he kisses me passionately. "I love it."

"Thank you. I wrote it just for you." I put my finger to my lips like a secret.

"Thank you, pretty boy." He smile and wipes his tears. "Jesus, if I'd known you were gonna do this, I might've been more careful with that bottle."

I frown. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No, not at all." He hugs me. "You're perfect."

"I'm not, but I try." I giggle. "You're pretty perfect in my eyes too, Cowboy."

"Thanks." He chuckles and suddenly dips me.

"Woah. Fancy." I come back up and hug him, leaning my head on his shoulder. "Do you ever wonder if I'm bad at sex and you just don't know because I'm your first?"

"The thought had never crossed my mind, actually." He hums. "But you have plenty of experience, so I doubt you're bad."

"Am I good enough for you?"

"Absolutely." He replies without hesitation.

"Can you tell me your kinks now?"

"Only if you tell me yours." He compromises. "You already know I like cowboys and spanking."

"I asked you first. Tell me first." I massage his chest. "I wanna make you feel good."

"I really liked eating you out." He admits lewdly, eyes hazy.

"I really liked you eating me out." I bounce. "Tell me more."

"I love dirty talk, I like when you're loud, so loud that everyone in the building can hear you calling out my name."

"Those are nice." I fall more into him. "I like lots of things too. I like being talked down to, phone or video call sex, riding, sensory deprivation, being dominated, dirty talk, biting, scratching, role play, and cuddling afterwards."

"I love riding too." Ethan moves his hands down to my ass. "And phone sex. And I like raw sex, I love fucking you without a condom. I want to pump you so full of my cum that you feel like you'll burst."

My knees go weak. "I want to drown in it."

"Fuck," Ethan mutters and starts kneading my ass. "You're gonna make me horny, asshole."

I puff up my cheeks and mutter "bathroom" before disappearing and getting dressed into something more appropriate. I almost eat shit, but I succeed and keep my balance as I get my booty shorts on along with Ethan's boots and his hat. I come out and grin. "Did I make you horny this time?"

His jaw drops. "Fuck, Charlie, you look so sexy."

"Can I ride you?" I ask excitedly, trying to keep my balance in his boots.

"Fuck yes." He stands and hoists me up over his shoulder, carrying to me his bedroom while laughing.

I giggle as I get thrown onto the bed, quickly pulling him onto it as well and taking the rest of his clothes off. I kiss his dick.

"You wanna suck me, baby?" He asks huskily. "Want me to fuck your whore mouth wide open?"

My mouth waters. "Yes. Mmm. Gotta get you nice and hard for my ass. I don't wanna use lube today—"

"Come on then, get started." He climbs over me and turns so his dick is near my mouth and mine is near his.

I lick up his length and around him a few times, my fingers teasing his balls and all over wherever they can reach at the moment before I take the head into my mouth.

Ethan moans lowly. "Good."

"Your cock is so big," I moan before getting back to work, working on bringing him to hardness.

He takes me by surprise when his mouth encircles my cock.

I moan around him and try to bring him more pleasure, massaging his balls like my life depends on it and bobbing my head.

Ethan moans around me and starts bobbing his head as well, his hand coming down to cup my balls. He's doing much better than last time, he must've practiced.

The thought alone is enough to make me giggle, but I hold back, instead occupied with bringing him as much pleasure as I can before I pop off his dick and kiss the phallus once more. "Ethan, I want you inside me now." I stroke his cock, throwing my head back. "Ethan, you're doing so good."

Ethan moans again and gives my dick one last good suck before popping off and moving his head down. "Be patient, baby." He coos and spreads my ass cheeks. His tongue prods my hole as he grinds down against my chest.

"E-Ethan," I moan, loving the attention and lack of hesitance. "P-Please, let me ride you. I wanna ride you—"

He smacks my ass. "I said, be patient. You're such a fucking slut, I'm going to love teasing you."

"I— Yes, sir. I'll be patient." I breathe heavily.

Ethan kisses my hole before pulling up. "You don't need to call me sir, baby." He chuckles and goes back to work, his tongue sliding across my walls while his hands massage my ass.

I keep moaning. "Ethan—"

Me calling out his name seems to stir something inside him and he turns around and pins my arms on each side of my head before kissing me deeply, his tongue mapping out my mouth expertly.

Wrapping my legs around him, I kiss him back and grind against him.

He pulls back and smirks before flipping us over, chuckling when my body falls against his due to my surprise. He rubs up my sides and meets my eyes. "Ride me, Charlie. Ride me like your life depends on it."

Biting my lip, I rise and align his cock before sinking down on it, moaning before reaching for his hat to place back on my head and grinning.

Ethan groans loudly and grips my hips. "Fuck, you're so tight."

"You're so big." I rise up on him and fall again, setting a constant, yet rough pace.

"God, fuck." Ethan moans and throws his head back. "Just like that, you're fucking amazing."

I moan at the comment mixed with the pleasure building up in my body. "Tell me when you're close. I want you to feel good."

"Shit, it feels so good." He starts thrusting up, forcing himself deeper and deeper inside of me. "Charlie, Charlie, I need you."

"Ethan—" I start to stroke myself, but keep the pace the same except putting more force into it.

"You look so good fucking yourself on my cock," Ethan moans and his grip tightens. "I'm gonna come—"

I bring him to his climax and come a minute after, stopping my movements and breathing heavily, placing my hands on top of my head and getting off of him before standing up for a while to regulate my breathing.

"Mmm," Ethan smiles happily and stretches his arms out. "Come 'ere, Charlie, don't leave meeeeee."

I collapse into bed and groan. "Can't move."

"What do you need?" He asks and rubs my back. "Want me to clean you out?"

"You're an angel," I say. "Please hold me afterwards."

"Absolutely." He kisses my temple and kneels back between my legs, using his mouth to clean out my asshole, swallowing all of his release.

"You're so messy." I giggle.

He hums. "Good thing I can't get enough of you, then. I love how you taste." He spends a few extra minutes slowly eating me out before pulling away and crawling back up next to me.

I blush. "You like eating me out?"

"Yeah, I do." He tucks my hair behind my ear. " I really, really do."

"I'm glad we both enjoy the experience." My eyes flutter closed.

"Me too." He pulls me into his arms and holds me tight.

"Goodnight, Eee-tan," I say, yawning and cuddling into him as much as possible.

"Goodnight, Charlie." He whispers, smiling.

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