Previously :
"Hi."
"Hello, I'm Name-kun and what brings you to a place like this? "
" I broke up with the girl of my life."
"Why that? "
"We noticed that we both doesn't feel the spark between us anymore. "
" That's sad to hear. ."
" You can call me Ryou-kun. "
" Okay Ryou-kun, maybe you can help me and I can help you forget about her ne?"
Continuation :
I then talked to Ryou-kun about my problem with Izaya and he told me about his ex.
I noticed that our stories were similar...well it seemed like they were the same.
So we had some drinks and then went to his place.
He was quite nervous but like I'd said I will help him forget about her.
When we got to his I pushed him against the first wall I saw and then kissed his neck and continued to kiss up to his mouth.
" Name-kun you're so good at this kind of thing."
" Thanks I have a job at the local bl - coffee shop. "
" I was there once you must work with Tony-kun right? "
"Yes, he's my brother. "
I then shutted him up with a deep passionate kiss.
We started to take of our shirts and I opened his jeans and was immediately greeted by Ryou-kuns errection.
" Somebody likes the things that I do ne?"
" Stop teasing me."
" In your dreams. "
" I am serious! NAME-KUN!"
I put my hand down to his crotch and started to stroke it painfully slow.
Only after a few painful groans from Ryou-kun I stopped and pulled off his boxers and jeans in one swift motion.
" Please be gentle. "
" I will try my best. "
I prepared him and when I thought he was ready for me I quickly undressed me and put myself inside of him, and started to go painfully slow in and out of him.
"Name-kun I am going to-"
He then came on our chests, and we fell asleep.
On the next day I was the first one to wake up, so I went to his kitchen and made some pancakes for breakfast.
" Name-kun are you here? "
" Yes, I am in the kitchen. "
" You made breakfast? "
" Yes, I hope you are hungry. "
" I am. Do I smell pancakes? "
" Yes, you like them right? "
" I don't just like them, I love pancakes! !"
We then ate until I heard the ring of his doorbell. ...
