Lashawn looks up from his position in between my legs. As he twists his hand around my dick, sucks on the tip, and thrusts three fingers within me, he makes eye contact with me. I stare back with unfocused eyes due to the pleasure.

When he said he could go all night, he meant it. I've already came 3 times prior. Once from getting ate out. The second time from getting ate out and fingered at the same time. Lastly, I came from getting head. Now, we're here. I'm exhausted from foreplay alone and Lashawn is just not letting up.

"P-Please Shawn, it's enough." I whine.

Lashawn pulls away from my dick, leaving a line of spit behind. "What is?" He asks while still thrusting his fingers at my prostate.

My eyes widen. My complaints are reduced to moans as I see stars. Throwing my head back, I cry out as I release for the fourth time tonight.

I pant, "Shit..."

Lashawn sits up now. I dazedly watch him roll on a condom. Once he's done that, he raises my hips off the bed to align his dick with my entrance. When Lashawn slides the head in, he immediately pulls out. He does it again and I whine again from the teasing.

"S-Shawn." I moan.

"What do you need, Zay?" He questions.

"Need you to fuck me, please Shawn." I plead, eyes fluttering up to meet his.

In response, he licks his lips and pushes in further. "God, you're so pretty."

I feel my brain malfunction at the compliment, but my body responds clearly. Lashawn laughs when he feels me clench around him. "Oh, you like that, don't you pretty boy?" He teases again, thrusting with force to get all the way in.

I moan when he bottoms out. After a couple of seconds, he draws his hips back and thrusts forward as far as he can go. I curse lowly when I see his dick bulge against my stomach. My hand comes to rest on the imprint, making Lashawn groan and aim to hit that spot again.

Speeding up his thrusts now, I feel Lashawn in my stomach with each hit. My hands hold onto the pillow while I let out a string of broken cries. "So good...so fucking good."

"Not yet." Lashawn says.

I blink and next thing I know, he's pinning my legs by my head, effectively folding me in half. Now towering over me, I feel his dick press against my prostate, causing a loud moan to escape me. Lashawn stares into my eyes as he slowly thrusts against that spot.

"Shawn chill...you finna make me cum again." I tell him.

Instead of chilling, he does the exact opposite. The sounds of skin smacking against skin fills the air as Lashawn quickens his pace. I feel my eyebrows narrow and my vision go all cross-eyed from pleasure. I open my mouth to scream, but Lashawn swallows up the sound by kissing me.

I moan when he slips his tongue inside. I bring mine to flick against his. Then, our tongues swirl around each other's. As I pull away, Lashawn leans back in to suck on my tongue, sending shocks of pleasure through my mouth. With my mouth getting attacked and my ass getting fucked like this, I can't hold on no longer.

Lashawn swallows up my scream while I orgasm for a fifth time. Droplets of cum decorate my stomach. Now, Lashawn chases his own release. Due to my orgasm, my body is in a state of sensitivity.

"So good. So fucking good. You finna make me cum in this ass all night, Zay. You want that, pretty boy?" He asks me.

I nod in a daze. "Y-Yes Shawn, give it to me." I plead. The rational part of me still left behind is grateful that he has a condom on because what I'm asking for is quite unsanitary.

Lashawn throws his head back and groans loudly as he nuts. I expect him to take a second to catch his breath. Instead, he maneuvers me into a different position. In this one, I lay on my side with one leg propped up on Lashawn's shoulder. He taps his dick against my entrance before pushing back in.

At that moment, I realize he really won't stop until I can't cum no more.

Eventually, I blink at the time shown on Lashawn's nightstand. It's 6:00 in the morning. While my knees dig into the mattress and my back arches, my head rests on the pillow with my hands gripping the sides of it. We've been at it since 1 and somehow this nigga still got energy.

As I open my mouth to complain, Lashawn shuts me up by pressing against my sweet spot. Using the grip on my hips, he brings me back to meet him on each deep thrust. I whine into the pillow. I've never wanted something to end, but keep going so bad.

"T-Tired, Shawn." I mutter sleepily.

"Almost there, baby." Lashawn responds. His voice is huskier compared to when we first started, "Gonna give you my nut again."

I moan at that. I'm so far gone that my mind doesn't register the word "baby". All I know is that Lashawn's close, so I clench around him.

"Oh fuck.." He curses as he slams in one last time.

He stays inside for a couple of seconds. As soon as he pulls out, my lower half collapses. Lashawn makes a sound of disapproval. "Nah Zay, get up."

I tune him out and focus on getting sleep instead. I'm interrupted by a sharp smack to my ass, causing me to gasp.

"I gotta change the comforter." Lashawn tells me, rubbing the cheek he just slapped.

A groan escapes me before I slither out of bed with the same pillow I was laying on. I crawl over to the dresser. Lashawn laughs when he sees me slump against it with the pillow in my arms.

"Fucked you real good, huh?" He says as he pulls the comforter off.

"Shut up, you demon." I mutter because there is no other explanation for his stamina.

He laughs again. A few moments of silence pass because I'm deadass finna fall asleep on the floor. Suddenly, I'm picked up and placed on the bed. I bring myself under the covers and I put the pillow behind my head. Soon, Lashawn joins me under the sheets.

He wraps one arm around my chest and the other around my waist, pulling me against him. I sigh in approval. "Goodnight." Lashawn tells me.

"Night night." I whisper.

As I fall asleep, Seraya pops up in my head. Lashawn and I just had sex without her. I was drunk in the moment and drunk me went ahead and did what sober me wanted. Therefore, I cheated.

Welp, sounds like a problem for future me to deal with.

< Time Skip >

My eyes flutter open. Blinking hard, I clear up my vision. Sunlight shines through the blinds, illuminating a room...that isn't mine. That's when I notice the strong arms holding me. That's when I recognize the tattoo.

"Oh God." I groan out loud.

So much for not running back to Lashawn. Literally two days after, I had sex with him again.  I hate to admit it, but it was even better than the first time. However, gay sex is the least of my problems. I had gay sex while in a relationship with a girl. That's my biggest problem.

How am I supposed to tell Seraya? When am I gonna tell her? Do I really want to tell her-

"Nigga what?!" I respond to myself out loud.

"Yo who the fuck are you talking to?" A deep voice questions.

I turn my head to see Lashawn yawning in one hand and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes with the other. When he's done, he gives me an inquisitive look.

"Don't worry about it." I said, facing forward again.

"Sobered up and realized you messed up, huh?" Lashawn guesses a lil bit too quickly.

"Fuck off," I hiss, "Why would you even entertain me while I was drunk?"

"Cuz you be lying." He replies, "Talking about you never fucking with me again and here we are."

Turning my head, I give him a blank stare. "And you be plotting. You just couldn't pass up another opportunity to fuck me, huh?"

"Couldn't." He shrugs, "I wanna fuck you right now, not gone hold you."

"Bitch-" I pause, "Take me home, bro."

Lashawn laughs and removes his arms from around me, allowing me to sit up. I get out of bed. Standing on wobbly legs, I look over at Lashawn, who has his arms behind his head. My eyes rake down his bare body and land on his erect dick, bouncing back and forth.

I squeeze my eyes shut and shake my head. That shower is gonna have to wait. If I hang around any longer, I know for a fact we're going for another round. I am not God's strongest soldier. In fact, I might be the weakest.

Getting dressed in my clothes from last night, I put on my shoes. Then, I grab my phone. I look over at Lashawn, who still hasn't moved. Feeling my stare, he makes eye contact with me.

"What?"

I gesture at his naked state. "Waiting on you to get dressed."

"Well, you gone be waiting for a while." He responds, "I'm finna go back to sleep."

"No the fuck you're not!" I exclaim, rounding the bed.

I move to grab the covers, but Shawn grabs my wrist to stop me. Maintaining eye contact with me, he uses his free hand to pull the covers down further. I break eye contact to look at the last thing I should've been looking at.

"You see that, Zay?" Lashawn asks before bringing my hand down to his dick. His warm and veiny dick. "You feel that? That's what you do to me."

"Shawn." I warn.

"You can't do this to me and then just try to leave." He continues.

"S-Shawn." I warn in a less threatening tone now. My body feels hot. My pants feel so restrictive.

"Fix it." is the nail in the coffin.

Just like that, I'm spitting on Lashawn's member. I watch it dribble and then I wrap my hand around it. Tightening my grip, I start stroking it up and down. Lashawn groans and closes his eyes. "Just like that." He whispers.

I start twisting my hand as I stroke him. As a result, precum starts spilling from the tip. Lashawn curses lowly while thrusting up. Spitting again, I let my other hand wrap around his dick. I twist both hands up and down.

Lashawn's eyes fly open. He meets mine. "Fuck baby," He groans. My heart speeds up. He referred to me as that yesterday. Lashawn continues, "Gonna spill all over your hand."

"Hurry up," I complain, "You cannot keep me here all day."

"I can." He states a bit too calmly.

"I-I got a girlfriend." I continue, but my hands don't cease, "I cannot keep doing this with you."

"Why not?" Lashawn raises a brow as if I didn't just tell him, "It's fun, right?"

"But it's wrong-" I start.

Suddenly, he clutches the back of my head. Using his grip, he pulls me in closer. "Let's be wrong together then. Nobody has to know but just you and I." Lashawn whispers against my lips.

I look at him like he's insane. My mouth quivers, not knowing how to respond to something so absurd. Even if Lashawn has been feening for me, I just thought that he respected Seraya enough to push me away from this, not pull me in. Hell, I thought I loved and respected Seraya enough to not give in.

"You make me go along with the stupidest plans." I whisper back.

"That's what homies are for." He licks his bottom lip.

I roll my eyes before closing the distance. Lashawn moans against my lips. That's when I feel something wet dripping onto my fingers. I moan back in response when I realize he released.

This is wrong. Just downright terrible. Seraya has been a perfect girlfriend to me, so why can't I stop myself? Why can't I push this one desire to the back of my head? I don't know why, but as this kiss progresses, as my hand keeps stroking Lashawn through his orgasm, I find myself not caring.