Fuck, I need to be descriptive, don't I? Here goes nothing.
Lachlan uses his muscles to slam the door open then shut. He's clearly the dominant one but you don't want to stand there like a dead fish so you both flail your arms to get a grip on each other. It's a passionate yet awkward makeout sesh.
Now, you were no expert, far from that infact, but shockingly for a first-timer you weren't doing such a bad job.
Eventually, after a minute of trying, you both took your shirts off whilst still making contact with each other's lips, your soft, sloppy lips.
Lachlan: I've gotta say, not bad for your first time, eh?
You: Quick question, I'm sure you're a chick magnet but how many guys have you slept with?
Lachlan:...0.
You: Good, so we're both homosexually virginal.
Lachlan: This is gonna sound weird, but your way of saying things turns me on.
You: Do you want me to dirty talk you or something? Because that would not end well.
Lachlan: No, I'm just saying your intelligence makes this makeout session a bit more appealing.
You: What if this wasn't just a makeout sesh?
Lachlan: Are you saying-
You: Lachlan Ross Power, I have liked you for months and fantasised about you every now and then. I know you like me as well. So unless you wanna wait because you're that type of person, let's get down to it. Because I'm not letting that body get wasted.
Lachlan: Are you drunk?
You: No, but if I'm gonna be honest, until a few months ago, the time where I was happiest, or not as sad as usual, was when I was a horny, 13 year old, Wattpadder. So are you ready or not? Cause here I come.
Lachlan: *chuckles* Let's do this.
And after a better, improved, second makeout sesh, you were ready to take your clothes off. You rid yourself of your pants and so does he. Up next are your boxers. You slowly begin to slip them off and look up and see that Lachlan has already removed his. And so you see his di-
You: OH MY GOD! It's humongous.
Lachlan: Don't make me blush.
And so you both got closer to each other and leaned in...
and then your alarm clock rang.
Actually, it wasn't your alarm clock, it was his. Therefore you were in his bed, so the question is: Did you or did you not have sex?
You: What the fuck, conscience?! I mean, my ass doesnt feel sore, but what are the chances I was top? Going off of my dream I clearly couldn't have been humped by him because that would have hurt real bad. Therefore, it's either we didn't fuck or I fucked him. But I would know if I had lost my own virginity, right? Why am I talking to myself? Right, because I have problems. Should I just ask him? I mean, he's right next to me and shirtless...wait, is he just shirtless? *takes a peak under the covers* Oh my God, I had sex. OW! Fuck!
Lachlan: What? Are you ok?
You: Did we by any chance partake in one-on-one intercourse.
Lachlan: You mean if we had sex. Yes, it that why you're hurt. If I went too hard on you last night I'm sorr-
You: No, no it's all coming back to me. You were actually very gentle. I'm just a sensitive little bitch.
Lachlan: Hey, look at me. You're perfect.
You: Aww, shucks.
Lachlan: I'm being serious, Y/N. I care deeply about you.
You: I wanna tell everybody. Wait a second, I got a text message from Cray.
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(Yes, I used a fake chat app. Why? I have no idea)
