Samuel had been dodging rent day, but when I finally showed up, the tension between us was already thick. The second the door opened, the energy flipped—whatever excuses he had planned melted away as we locked eyes, both of us clearly wanting the same thing. I stepped in close, backing him toward the couch as our hands grabbed, pulled, and stripped away clothes in a heated rush. His tight body pressed against mine, his uncut cock already hard and aching as if he’d been waiting for this moment.

We fell onto the couch in a tangle of limbs, kissing hard, breathless, hungry. He spread himself eagerly, inviting more, his body responding to every touch. I teased him slowly at first, building the tension, before pushing deeper, both of us letting go as the moment took over completely. The rhythm picked up fast—intense, desperate, driven by pure mutual need. He met every thrust, grinding back into me, chasing the same pleasure, the same release. The room filled with the sound of it—skin, breath, and raw chemistry.

By the end, neither of us was holding back. He came hard, his body shaking, completely spent, and I followed right after, both of us collapsing into the aftermath of something we clearly both wanted from the start.