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Zane and Wren were friends. They had run in the same circles for years, shared drinks and drugs, and spent countless hours around each other. However, since Wren had taken a step back from The Mound, their friendship had gone a bit dry. Even though Wren had recently started making music with Zane and other members again, there was still a stiffness in the air between them, distinct to the ease they both used to feel around each other. Trevon’s birthday had come up, and so of course a party needed to be thrown. Not a huge event by any means, but Zane had done enough pre-drinking to get himself tipsy. It was still a party after all. For once, Zane wasn’t hosting his friends at his house, so he had more free reign to mingle with the party and have some fun.
There was a mirror on a coffee table surrounded by cushy chairs where Zane found himself situated. On the mirror was a few grams of what he concluded was coke after licking some off his finger and being met with a familiar feeling of numbness on his tongue. There was a good amount busted up, and beside the mirror was still 2 rocks not even touched, sealed in a baggie. Zane had such an urge to steal it but thought to himself, as he cut himself a line from the communal pile on the mirror, don’t bite the hand that feeds you, and laughed to himself. He pulled a bill out of his pocket and rolled it up tightly, fixing his grip on it and putting it to his nose as he leaned over the mirror and took his line. He pulled the bill away from his nose and pressed a finger to the nostril opposite from the one he had just for the coke, and inhaled hard to clear his nose. Then he put his head back in bliss for a moment. After sitting with his buzz for a moment, Zane jumped into action. It was time to do something.
He went to the kitchen to grab a beer and bumped into Wren doing the same. As soon as Zane saw him, he knew he’d found his companion for the evening. It had been months since the two had sat down for a real conversation, it had all been talk about projects and other work stuff recently. Wren did hangout with Zane and the mound, but he kept up a wall of distance after coming back. They would see each other often, but much rarer talk one on one and after their falling out, it was mainly surface level. Neither felt particularly good about the fact, but they were both very avoidant of the idea of actually discussing how either of them felt about the distance. Addressing it would mean acknowledging that there were a lot of words unsaid between them and Zane was definitely scared of what the words Wren would have to say about him would be. His own feelings too were something he didn’t want or feel the need to address. Their connection had lasted years and of course it had changed. To add to that, he also questioned his own feelings. Sometimes he felt like a total pervert, thinking about his best friend like that. Zane didn’t consider that distracting himself with other people and denying the possibility of Wren being interested in him was the reason their friendship had changed. He told himself those two things were different. They didn’t need to talk about anything, as far as he knew, Wren was straight after all.
After opening their bottles and leaving the kitchen, Zane and Wren, with nowhere else to sit, found themselves situated on a love seat. The distance was really nothing new per say; they had been that close and closer plenty of times, and sharing a seat was really an innocent act, he thought. Yet at the same time, Zane felt his stomach stir as Wren casually sprawled an arm over his shoulder. He told himself it was just the drink affecting him, but his skin burned from Wren’s touch. It had been a long time since they’d been that close. Zane felt conflicted. The alcohol made his face feel warm. An arm over the shoulder was in no way a move by any means, but the air that night weighed heavy and hot on his shoulders.
Gender or sex wasn’t particularly important to Zane. His friends all knew well of his sexual fluidity due to a variety of flings with men and women throughout the years which they had all been forced to witness. Wren was the first-person Zane actually told when he had his first hookup with a guy in high school, so he was well aware. However, aside from a few girlfriends Zane had met, he didn’t have much of an idea of what Wren was interested in. Wren wasn’t historically attracted to men, but his friendship with Zane, especially before their split was maybe a bit closer than normal, a little ‘gay’. Whenever they would share a bed, they’d sleep a bit too close. They would always share looks that would last too long. Say I love you a bit too honestly. None of that had happened in a while, but neither forgot the feeling of being so close. It imprinted in their minds like nothing else. But Zane couldn’t imagine Wren felt any certain way about doing those things. The line was never fully crossed; he still had plausible deniability on his side.
In that love seat with Wren pressed to his side though, for the first time in ages, he felt the urge to play with the boundaries of their friendship. He didn’t want to be excessively bold, especially considering the tangible weirdness between them, but maybe because of the alcohol and coke in his bloodstream, Zane felt like the vibes were good. The coke was certainly making him feel bolder and more confident, and because he was a bit fucked up, he thought he could play it off pretty easily if things went south. To start, Zane leaned into Wren’s touch. It wasn’t a big move, but it was a test. Wren’s arm stayed around his shoulder for a while as they continued to chat and sip at their drinks, with it eventually falling to hang over his neck. In this position Wren’s hand was lightly placed over his collar bone, reaching down to his chest. It didn’t necessarily seem like a move on Wren’s part, but his hand being placed so close to Zane’s neck made Zane’s heartrate pick up. They kept that position for another 20 minutes or so until they had run their drinks dry. After running back to the fridge to grab 2 more drinks for themselves, they headed back to the love seat. They went into the same position again, but unlike the first time, Wren pulled his arm over Zane’s shoulder, directly over his chest, rather than just cupping his shoulder. Feeling a little emboldened, Zane snaked an arm around Wren’s waist. They stayed in that position for a while, talking and talking, but not acknowledging the closeness of their physical contact.
It had gotten fairly late into the night, nearing 2 am, and most of the party had cleared out of the house. Zane checked his phone to see the time and saw a text from Oscar.
O:
Im out
Going to some afters bs with Colm
Sent 1:45 am Feb 4, 2025
Z:
Cool Im Hanging Back with Wren
Sent 1:52 am Feb 4, 2025
O:
Cheeky man I seen yall
Sent 1:52 am Feb 4, 2025
Z:
Lol Quit it
Sent 1:53 am Feb 4, 2025
Some of their friends were still around the house, but the room they had been sitting in had cleared out aside from the two of them. The larger couch in the room had cleared, yet neither made a move to change seats. They were comfortable. Noticing the emptiness of the room, Zane, uninhibited through the magic of alcohol, used the opportunity to slip the hand he had been resting around Wren’s waist under his shirt. The action garnered him a curious glance from Wren, but not a rejection. In fact, instead of pushing him away, Wren repositioned his arm to draw circles onto Zane’s collar bone with his fingertips. A TV they had turned on earlier in the night was playing episodes of South Park which they were using to bounce their conversation off, as considering their interesting situation, the conversation dying out was not an option. Zane too started to play with the skin of Wren’s waist, grabbing it gently and rubbing in circles with his thumb. Despite their apparent position, still neither dared to point it out in words.
As the clock reached 2:30 am, Zane and Wren were feeling like they may have been overstaying their welcome. Both of them still wanted to extend their night together, but asking to sleepover had never weighed so heavily in Zane’s throat. He really didn’t want to be the one to make the suggestion. He knew things had already crossed a clear line but still didn’t want to overstep. Before he could overthink it though, Wren broke the air, “Do you wanna come over tonight? Your place is kinda far.”
“Oh, yea thanks, I was gonna ask you.” Zane replied, trying to not come off too desperate.
“Oh, it's cool don’t worry bro. Uber’s mad expensive.”
Wren’s bro-y response was so nonchalant it pissed Zane off. He gave Wren’s waist a grip to remind him he had just asked him to sleep over after feeling up on him all night. Wren let out a sharp breath but flashed Zane a cheeky look, as he pulled himself off the seat and offered Zane a hand to pull him up as well. They collected themselves and said their goodbyes, not without a few inquisitive glances at the two from the few remaining in the house. Their cuddling didn’t go completely unnoticed by their friends, but nobody actually said a thing, they knew better than to step in between whatever it was they had going on. They made their way out the door and caught their uber, with Wren insisting on covering the ride. In the car they sat side by side in the back, hands touching softly on the leather seat between them, but nothing more. Before going into the apartment, they stopped for a smoke break. Sharing a smoke was an everyday ritual for both of them, but in that moment, Zane became extra aware of Wren’s lips around the cigarette. He was antsy to finish it and go inside and see what would happen next.
Following an elevator ride they made it to Wren’s apartment. They threw off their shoes and Wren put on music over the speakers. The studio apartment wasn’t super large, but it was cozy, with warm lighting surrounding the space and desk setup pushed into a corner. Wren’s large bed filled the middle of the space and was looking inviting. Zane still had jeans and a coat on but before he could ask Wren threw him a pair of shorts and a shirt. He went to the bathroom to change clothes, and when he came back Wren had changed into a loose shirt and sweatpants as well. Zane was glad for a change of clothes but the shorts he had given him were very short for his liking, cutting off at mid-thigh, it was basically underwear made from pyjama fabric. He couldn’t help but think it was intentional of Wren, seeing as he was wearing sweatpants himself, but he didn’t bring it up. If Wren wanted to see more of him, Zane was happy to meet that desire.
It had been at least a few months since they had seen each in such a casual state, a bit vulnerable. Zane wasn’t very accustomed to shedding his persona, even with Wren. It was a bit exciting but also nerve wracking for Zane. He sat himself next to Wren in bed and without much hesitation went to grab at his waist again and tangled his legs with Wren’s. His touch was much more intense than at the party. He wanted the night to go further.
Wren intertwined his hand into Zane’s hair as his head rested on his chest. At first, he was just playing with his hair gently, but curious to see Zane’s reaction, Wren pulled firmly at his hair. In response Zane let out a moan far louder than he intended. This caught Wren’s attention, but Zane refused to meet his eyes.
“Do you like that?”
“...Maybe. I don’t know, shut up!” Zane replied with eyes shut.
“Tell me.” Wren pushed him a bit further.
“Shut up.”
“Is that a yes?”
“Shut up!”
Zane’s reaction stirred up Wren. He wouldn’t have pictured Zane as a masochist, but the idea excited him. He wanted to see him squirm.
With Zane splayed over Wren’s body, and his head right below Wren’s chin, this was the most the two had ever touched. They were both craving each other. After a silence had stretched through the room, Wren let out a breath, then reached for the sides of Zane’s face. They shared an electric eye contact for a split second, before shutting their eyes and closing the distance between their lips. It started gentle but grew increasingly hungry. Zane felt like he was melting into Wren’s touch. Wren started biting on Zane’s bottom lip through their kisses, starting softly and eventually biting down hard. Zane was moaning into the kiss and gripping at Wren’s waist fervently. Zane had pushed Wren with his back into the bed and had placed himself on his thigh. He started circling his waist and pushing the thigh placed between Wren’s legs into his crotch. Their lips were still connected, and Zane was gripping his fingers in Wren’s hair.
Both of their hearts were pounding and the discomfort in both of their pants was growing. Wren disconnected their lips to catch his breath, and also to sheepishly whisper in Zane’s ear, “Can you kiss my neck?”
“Oh yeah?” Zane replied with a smirk, still breathing quickly from their kiss. “I can do that for you.” He whispered into Wren’s ear.
It was Zane’s turn to make Wren squirm and moan. He started with soft kisses down Wren’s chin, descending into sloppy wet kisses accompanied by bites down his lower neck and collar bone. Wren wasn’t just moaning softly, he was a mess, breathing heavily and gripping the sheets behind him with his head thrown back. Zane pulled away from Wren’s neck for a moment and pulled his own shirt over shoulders and threw it to the side, pulling off Wren’s after as well. Impatient, Wren pulled him back over his neck. Zane laughed a bit, which earned a playful glare from Wren before he returned to his neck. With Wren’s upper half exposed, Zane took the opportunity to kiss and bite his shoulders and chest, leaving behind red and purple hickeys. While planting kisses down Wren’s chest, Zane started to play with Wren’s waistband, occasionally drifting his hand lower and touching the apparent bulge that was showing through his pants. Wren was bucking his hips desperately into Zane’s touch, “Can you please...?” he whined.
“Can I please, what?” Zane replied, teasing him, still palming his crotch.
“Fuck off Zane.” Wren said with a sharp exhale, helplessly pushing his clothed dick into Zane’s hand.
Zane could have kept on teasing him for longer, but he was getting impatient too. He pulled Wren to the edge of the bed and kneeled in front of him. From there, he started to unbutton Wren’s pants, which he then pulled off. Wren was left in just his underwear, his dick bulging and leaking precum into the fabric. With one hand, Zane grabbed Wren’s dick, still clothed, and started to slowly move his hand up and down the length. With the other hand, he held a side of Wren’s hips down, stopping him from bucking his hips. Wren was moaning softly with his head thrown back, leaning back on his arms, the hickeys left across his body by Zane on full display. After a few moments, Zane went to reach for Wren’s waistband. With both hands, he tugged down the waistband and pulled the briefs off Wren’s legs. Wren’s dick was fully hard, and his tip was sticky with glossy precum. It was firm against Wren’s stomach, twitching in anticipation. Zane spat into his hand then started to stroke Wren’s shaft. With the other hand he focused on the tip of his cock, already lubed up with precum, and ran his finger along Wren’s slit. Wren was moaning loudly and gripping at Zane’s hair, simultaneously pushing his dick into Zane’s touch.
After a few moments of teasing the tip of Wren’s dick, Zane started to pump both hands down his length and began circling the tip with his tongue. He then took Wren’s cock into his mouth and down his throat and started bopping his head. Wren, with his hands already in Zane’s hair, started pushing his head down further onto his cock causing Zane to both gag and moan. Wren started to buck his hips again, pushing his dick to the back of Zane’s throat and holding his head down. He then pulled Zane’s mouth off his dick, pulling off the tip with a pop, pushed himself off the bed to stand, and directed Zane to kneel with his back against the bed. He then positioned himself in front of Zane and grabbed the back of his hair. As soon as Zane put Wren’s dick in his mouth again, Wren began fucking deep down his throat. Zane was tearing up and drooling all over Wren and himself, it was quite a sight to behold. “You’re so cute you’re such a whore for my cock Zane.” Wren said through breathy moans.
Though Zane knew he could resist, he didn’t. He moaned onto Wren’s cock in response to his words. He was happy to let Wren use his body to please himself. The vibrations of Zane’s moans on Wren’s dick sent shivers down his spine. He pushed his cock down Zane’s throat desperately until reaching his climax, blowing his load into his mouth and onto his tongue. Zane had sucked dick a good few times before, but he had never gotten throat fucked before. He didn’t mind having Wren cum in his mouth, but he wasn’t about to swallow it, so he spat it out into his hand, showing Wren his own mess before grabbing a tissue. “No good?” Wren asked.
“'s alright, I just couldn’t.” Zane replied.
“It’s okay you did more than enough. ‘M sorry if I was too rough. But it seems to me that you like that.” Wren said, holding Zane’s messy face in his palm smiling at his work.
This earned him a shove from Zane, but Wren pulled him back towards himself. “...Can I help you out too?” Wren whispered, dark red blush reaching the tips of his ears.
“Show me what you can do.” Zane replied cheekily, excited to see Wren try to please him in return.
“Okay... lay down.”
Zane stood up from his knees and laid next to Wren in the bed. Wren then positioned himself over Zane’s neck and started to kiss him, leaving bite marks along his shoulders. He started from Zane’s collarbones and trailed sloppy wet kisses and bites down to the waistband of his underwear, peeking out from the tiny shorts he had given him. “Y’know, your ass looks really good in these.” Wren said between kisses.
“I know you gave them to me on purpose.” Zane replied, his breath hitching.
“So, what if I did?” Wren said in return, almost with a sense of pride.
“You’re- you’re a gay fuckin pervert!” Zane said as a joke.
He said it before he could think to stop himself, it could've been too far. He shut his eyes fearing an angry reaction from Wren.
Instead, though, Wren reached up to his face giving him a reply that silenced him, “Yea, a gay pervert that’s about to suck and fuck you. Shut up bitch.”
Having Wren be ‘mean’ to him, knowing that Wren enjoyed humiliating him and degrading him turned Zane on more than anything had before in his life. He knew his kinks well, but having Wren play into them wasn’t even something he could’ve imagined. Zane was squirming and moaning beneath his touch. Wren returned to kissing his hips and stomach, then pulling down Zane’s shorts and underwear, exposing Zane’s pink cock. It was big. The bulge Wren could see through his shorts left little to be imagined, but it was a full 7 inches and fairly girthy as well. “Like what you see?” Zane said with a joking but cocky smile.
Wren met his eyes breathlessly for a moment, before taking the tip of the cock into his mouth and pushing it to the back of his throat. Wren had experimented before, but it had never gone so far. He had never had a dick in his mouth before, but he wanted to please Zane badly. Zane was enjoying the sight of his friend trying to figure out how to suck him off, but he decided to give Wren some guidance. He pushed Wren’s mouth off of his dick and whispered, “Trust me,” into his ear.
He sat up against the headboard and pulled Wren’s face towards his crotch. “Stick your tongue out.” Zane said.
Wren felt hesitant but he did it anyway. In return, Zane hooked a finger into his cheek to pull his mouth open wider. “You’re cute arn’t ya” Zane said.
Wren blushed profusely in return but accepted his fate for the moment. Zane pulled his hand away from Wren’s mouth, then he placed the tip of his dick onto Wren’s tongue and gripped onto his hair with one hand and another gently caressing his face. Slowly, he guided Wren’s mouth down his shaft, and started to push his head up and down, occasionally brushing the back of his throat eliciting soft gagging sounds. “Just keep your jaw loose, I’ll take care of you. I can turn you into such a pretty cock sucker.” Zane said, as Wren began to drool on him.
The sight of Wren drooling on his cock drove Zane insane, he felt so horny his head was tingling. He started by moving slowly and keeping in mind to not make Wren gag excessively, but he was beginning to lose his cool. With each stroke he began to touch the back of Wren’s throat, eliciting moans from both Wren and Zane. He couldn’t help himself but to increase the pace of his thrusts, especially with Wren looking up at him with his mouth on his cock. The image was too erotic, and to put the first dick in his mouth, that thought, along with the pleasure being given to him by Wren, pushed him over the edge.
Pushing down Wren’s head firmly onto his cock, Zane came into the back of his throat. Unlike Zane had earlier done, Wren swallowed the cum that Zane had shot into his mouth. Zane pulled Wren’s sloppy teared up face off of his cock with a pop and met their lips together. He kissed him hungrily, not caring that his own cum was still left behind in his mouth. Both men were naked and sweaty, buzzy from the alcohol and from their recent orgasms, but still were craving for more. Zane had an idea come to him. “Wren, sit in front of me with your legs open.”
“That’s so embarrassing.” Wren replied.
“You just gagged on me, shut up.” Zane laughed.
Wren complied, and Zane placed himself in front of him close enough for their dicks to slightly touch. Zane spit into his hand and started to jerk Wren off, soon adding his second hand and wrapping both his hands around both his cock and Wren’s rubbing their tips against each other. Zane dropped one of his hands, causing Wren to whine in need, but then Zane grabbed one of Wren’s hands and pulled it towards their cocks. Wren and Zane, each with a hand on their dicks, rubbing against each other, could not last long. Both desperately thrusted into the embrace. Wren’s face ended up in the crook of Zane’s neck, and he used the opportunity to bite down on him hard. This threw Zane over the edge, he came hard, spilling cum onto his own body and Wren’s and tilting his head back. The sight of Zane coming also pushed Wren to his climax, coming all over Zane’s chest and face. They were gross and sticky in cum, but for the moment the both of them felt blissed out.
They laid together, fucked out and sticky for a moment, until looking at one another. “I didn’t think my night would go like this.” Zane said.
“I didn’t think you were into me.” Wren replied.
“I didn’t think you were into men like what the fuck do you mean.”
“Well, did I convince you?”
“Your dumb mouth on my dick was pretty convincing.”
“Shut up.”
“You say that, but your dick is getting hard again.”
“Well, you can ignore that.” Wren says sheepishly
“Oh, quit it. Let's take a shower. I haven’t had shower sex before, seems hot.”
Wren was flustered and excited by Zane’s bold eagerness to continue. They walked to the bathroom and Wren turned on the shower. Before they could step into the shower though, Wren put his arms around Zane and forced him to face the mirror. He traced his chest tattoo “Haunted Mound Till I’m In The Ground” and down the abs he had more recently developed. “I thought you were cute in the past I’ll be honest, but god you are gorgeous,”
“Don’t say that shit,”
“I’m just being honest” Wren, whispered the word ‘honest’ into Zane’s shoulder, dragging the words out.
He licked his neck and bit down on his shoulder, causing Zane to throw his head back to give Wren more access to his neck. At the same time, Wren was feeling up Zanes body from his abs down to his thighs. Then after a few minutes of teasing him, he reached down and took Zane’s pretty cock into his hand. It was already hard again, and leaking slick precum out of the tip. Wren stopped kissing the side of Zane’s neck and instead grabbed his face with the hand not occupied with Zane’s dick. He forced Zane’s face to look forward and to look at himself in the mirror, as Wren began to stroke up and down his length. “I like turning you into such a slut, you’re so fucking hot.”
Wren knew he was playing with fire, saying something like that to Zane. He knew that saying something so humiliating would make the Zane he regularly knew flip out at him. But to Wren's surprise, Zane let out a needy moan and pushed his ass against Wren’s hard cock. “I need you to fuck me so badly,” Zane said bluntly.
Wren felt himself caught in a moment of shock at Zane’s words. “Do you mean that?”
“The fuck is that supposed to mean?” Zane retorted.
“Fuck me up.”
Wren felt excitement stir in his stomach. He bent Zane over the bathroom counter, letting go of his cock, and grabbing some nearby lube. He had never had sex with another guy, but he knew better than to try to put his dick inside without stretching Zane out first. He poured out a reasonable amount of lube onto his fingers and slowly pushed one into the entrance of Zane’s hole. He started moving his finger around gently until Zane began to let out soft moans. He stretched out the entrance enough to slide in another finger and began moving around, looking for Zane’s g-spot. After a few moments of exploring Zane’s insides, Wren brushed a spot that made Zane scream out in a whiny voice. “Shut up slut, it's late,” Wren said, slapping a palm against his ass.
This only elicited a louder yelp from Zane. “You like getting hit whore?”
Zane was too blissed out to respond in words but let out some affirmative whimpers. “You’re so pathetic I’m gonna make you feel so good.”
Wren wanted to fuck him then and there, but rough sex aside he didn’t want to ruin the sex with his impatience. He took a breath to calm his head and slipped a third finger into Zane. He applied a generous amount of lube over Zane’s hole, with it dripping down onto his thighs. After a few minutes of stretching his rim, Wren decided it was enough. He lubed up his cock and lined it up to Zane’s puffy and twitching hole. With one hand he gripped Zane’s hair, pulling his head back towards him, and with the other he held one side of his ass, spreading his hole wider., he thrusted himself inside. Zane whined in pleasure and pushed himself back onto Wren’s dick. Wren started at a moderate pace but soon sped up, desperate for more pleasure. Zane was a wordless mess, moaning so loudly that Wren cupped his hand over his mouth to quiet him, with his fingers eventually occupying the inside of Zane’s mouth. With his other hand he dug his nails into Zane’s hip, leaving behind small red crescents.
Wren decided to change their position. Still inside of Zane, he pulled him down to sit in his lap, seating himself on the edge of the tub. In this position, he was reaching as deep as he physically could inside of Zane. Wren also started to jerk him off with one of his hands to add to the already immense pleasure. Zane was desperately bouncing himself on Wren’s cock, while Wren was also fucking him rapidly. Wren felt Zane’s hole start to tighten up, and his cock was twitching in his hand. With a few more rough thrusts, Zane came all over himself again. Wren was close, but not there yet, and greedily continued to fuck Zane roughly until he too reached his climax. He was about to pull himself out and come on Zane’s back, but Zane pushed his ass down onto his cock and made him cum inside.
After a few moments of pure bliss, Wren pulled his cock out of Zane. His twitching hole dripped cum down onto his inner thighs. After a moment of admiring his work, Wren sat Zane on his bare thigh. “You’re so fucking hot.”
Wren whispered against his skin. The bathroom was steamed up, not only from their sexual escapades, but also because of the shower that had been running as the two had been having sex. Zane was panting but catching his breath. Once he did, he said “I still haven’t had shower sex.”
He stood up and despite being fucked over the sink only a few moments minutes prior, his demeanour had shifted. He seemed hungry for Wren, to mess him up. He took Wren’s hand and pulled him to stand. “We’re taking a shower,” Zane said with a grin.
Wren was a bit intimidated, but he trusted Zane to make him feel good. He took his lead, “Wren, get in. Face the wall and spread your legs.”
“Zane…”
“Shut up God, trust me.”
“...I know.”
“You know how to be a good boy don’t you?” Zane said in a sickly-sweet voice, opening the shower door.
Wren placed himself against the wall like Zane had asked. He had already come twice, but the anticipation of the moment got him hard again with ease. Zane stepped in behind him, letting water run over both of their bodies. “I want to ruin you,” Zane said, grabbing both of Wren’s hips and stroking down gently towards his thighs.
He lowered himself down slowly, kissing from Wren’s shoulders, down his back and waist, until he was face to face with his ass. He kissed the cheeks themselves, causing Wren to let out soft breathy moans, then with his hands, he spread them apart, starting to kiss his tight hole. To Zane’s surprise, Wren kept his pubes shaved, including his ass, so he had a perfect view of his hole. His sloppy wet kisses pulled loud needy moans out of Wren’s chest. He had never felt this type of pleasure. He pushed his tongue inside of him, gently licking the rim of his hole. Wren could barely keep himself standing from the overwhelming pleasure. Zane noticed this, and instead of slowing down, he put a finger inside of Wren. He curled his finger around, stretching Wren out with skill, adding another finger soon after. Wren’s legs were shaking and he was whimpering, “I’ll make you mine. I’ll fuck you till you can’t walk, pretty boy.”
“I need you so bad.”
The scene had quickly reawakened Zane’s boner. Especially with the addition of Wren’s begging. He worked another finger inside of Wren, and after around a minute, a fourth. He was hungry to make him cry, but he was also cautious of it being his first time. After deciding that prep was adequate, he reached out of the shower for the lube still out on the sink counter and slicked up his cock. He lined it up to Wren’s hole and grabbed his throat, “You’re gonna love this.”
He pushed himself in slowly, stretching open Wren’s cute virgin ass. Zane felt like he was melting. The sight of his friend, who he had for so long assumed was straight, submitting to his cock was a gorgeous thing to behold. Wren was too fucked out to speak, or to think at all for that matter, only occasionally whining out Zane’s name in a needy tone. After allowing Wren to adjust to the girth of his cock, Zane thrusted himself all the way in, his balls slapping against the skin on Wren’s thighs. Wren was on the border of screaming with his moans, but Zane couldn’t be bothered to muffle them. He wrapped one of his hands around the front of Wren’s body and took his cock into his hand, jerking it off. Wren was trembling intensely and Zane could tell he was on the edge. He sped up for a moment, until he felt Wren’s hole squeeze on his cock and his release into his palm. As Wren came, Zane thrust himself as deep as he could reach inside, holding Wren down on his dick as he rode out his orgasm.
Zane still having not reached his climax, after a minute of cockwarming Wren as he came onto the wall in front of him, pulled out. He then turned Wren around to face him and pushed him down onto his knees. Zane used his thumb to open his mouth and pull his tongue out of his drooly, fucked out face. He then jerked himself off to reach his climax and spilled his load into his open mouth, huffing and grunting in satisfaction. After taking a moment to catch his breath he pulled Wren into a wet kiss.
Wren was still buzzing from his first anal orgasm, so Zane didn’t force him to speak. Instead, he took the shower head and began to gently wash both of their bodies. Both of them were sticky with cum and reeked of sex. He grabbed a washcloth and a bar of soap and first carefully cleaned Wren’s body, then his own. After Wren had calmed down, he wrapped his hands around Zane’s waist, hands resting on his ass. They stood together in the white noise of the shower for another minute, until Zane turned off the water, and stepped out of the shower, grabbing towels for each of them.
After wrapping a towel around Wren, Zane said “I never thought you would’ve been such a cock whore.”
“Can’t say the same about you bro.”
“Oh, fuck off I’ll punch your face in.” Zane says, pulling Wren in for a kiss and biting his puffy bottom lip.
“Let’s go to bed. It's gotta be like 7 am.” Wren said.
And with that their night ended. They each slipped under Wren’s warm winter blanket and found each other’s embrace, cuddling to sleep.