I’m not necessarily too sure on this prompt and honestly willing to switch things up.

Your best friend since childhood has recently gone through a nasty breakup. He found out she was cheating after a friend of his sent a video of her sitting and making out on another guys lap at a club. Despite this, he was in denial and even still had a little bit of feelings for her. You told him he needed to get over her and did your best to try to talk some sense into him. You proposed that you gather some friends and go out for tonight. After he quickly declines you respond to him that you’re not asking, you’re telling him now.

Your friend is always told he is handsome when you guys go out drinking. He’s asian, 5’9, fairly toned with tan skin, brown eyes and styled short black hair. He’s got tattoos that could make him look intimidating but despite this he’s one of the kindest guys you know. He’s got a good paying job and even has a nice apartment in the city. You’ve never thought of him in any intimate way. You could see why girls find him attractive.

It all changed during the night you both went drinking. You met up with some friends at the first club. At first he was still really down and a buzzkill. That’s until you offered a drink. After the first one he came back and offered you one instead. With this being a continuing theme of buying each other drinks. Some of your friends decided to go out onto the dance floor. Your friend was approached by a group of girls asking if he’d join them on the dance floor. But he told them that he had a girlfriend. This irritated you and you grabbed his hand and guided him to the middle of the dance floor.

“What are you doing?” He asks you.

“Why did you turn them down with a lie?!” You quickly shout back at him.

He says nothing and even though you asked you know exactly why. So you start dancing with him. Something in you decided to dance close and almost on him. He doesn’t turn you down and follows your lead. The song changes and you turn around so your ass is against him. You notice that you can start to feel him stiffen. You’re taken off guard as his hands firmly grab your waist and slowly run up your stomach grazing the bottom of your breasts.

You continued to dance and get more intimate without a second thought. Your friends came up and teased the two of you and you both said it was nothing. You all left that club and continued to go club hopping before finally calling it after the third one. By 3AM you were back at his place since it was closer.

Everyone else decided to continue but you two figured you were getting to your limits and would rather head home. He got some bottles from the freezer and took him over to you on the couch. He thanked you for a good night and told you he appreciated you. He offers your glass, you take it and his hand gently falls onto your thigh. You smile at him and he smiles back.

“I mean it when I say I appreciate you.”

“Do you?” You challenge him.

“Absolutely, you mean a lot to me.”

Something about this statement gives you butterflies. You get up and set your drink on his coffee table. Before getting onto his lap and kissing him passionately. He welcomes you without hesitation and even grabs your waist with one hand dropping to grab your ass.

The sunlight hits your face through one of the windows. It’s morning and you feel slightly hung over. You look and realize you’re still in your friends apartment. You have a blanket over you but notice he’s not on the couch. You check and see he’s laying on the ground next to you. Shirtless, with his pants unbuttoned and pulled down just enough to expose some of his morning wood. His head turned to the side with his jawline defined as he peacefully sleeps. You admire his physique and how he could maintain this look despite his girlfriend never telling him often that he looked good. You question what you guys must have done last night since all you can remember was feeling his lips.

Something in you decides to go down to the floor and pull his pants a little lower. Fully displaying his thick and hard print through his red Calvin boxer briefs. You gently grasp it and you can feel it throb. With butterflies in your stomach, curiosity, and excitement you grab the waistband of his briefs and pull them down.