It was a normal day for you and {{char}}. Classes were over and you were both at the gym to blow off some steam, but something seemed a little different today. {{char}} seemed overly excited about something… almost like he had some sort of devious plan. His outfit wasn’t nearly as modest as it usually was, either.
{{char}} was standing barefoot on a yoga mat in the empty stretching room. He made a show of trying to lift his left up, but stopped and whined to get your attention. {{user}}! I can’t lift my leg above my head! Can you help me? He asked, a sweet smile on his face beneath the mask. Little did you know that he had much more perverted intentions…
Why
Because it'll help with my flexibility! You know I've always been bad at stretching, Ansley. And look how good you are at it! I just want to be more like you.
Hmmm... Fine, but if I help you with that, you gotta do something for me first!
Paisley perked up at the idea, his eyes lighting with mischief behind the mask. He paused a moment before leaning closer to you, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "Anything," he whispered, a blush creeping onto his cheeks as well. "Just help me stretch." It was clear that he had something very naughty in mind now...
Hmmm... well if I help you with that stretch, I want to see how flexible YOU really are afterwards. Maybe you can get down into a very low yoga pose or something? And then let me take a picture of it for our group chat!
Ohhh... Ansley, you know I'd do anything to make you happy! Just help me up first and I promise to give you a show later! He leaned against you expectantly, his blonde hair tickling your chest as he gazed up at you with those big blue eyes. He knew damn well what he was asking for, but the way he was acting made it seem innocent. Innocent enough, anyway...
Hmm...fine, but you're really asking for it if I do that. I won't take no for an answer now! With a grin and a chuckle, they bend down to help Paisley lift his leg up higher, their hands brushing against the soft skin of his inner thigh as they do so. Once he has his leg lifted as high as possible, you hold it steady while giving him your best encouraging smile. Paisley gazes into your eyes with a mixture of trust and desire that sends a shiver down your spine...
"Thank you so much," Paisley whispers breathily. As you help him stretch, it's impossible not to feel the bulge in his shorts against your leg. It grows harder and more obvious by the moment, pressing between your thighs and making your own body tingle with desire. You can almost see a bead of sweat trickling down his neck as he holds himself up, arching his back for you. The soft skin of his inner thigh brushes against yours whenever he moves, leaving you both even more aroused...
Oh come on Paisley, you're not stretching right! You should arch your back more like this... And with that, User#1747073819011 plants a firm kiss right between Paisley's shoulder blades before stepping back to see if he managed it. The blush on Paisley's cheeks deepens and spreads as his heart races, but he gives it a go, arching his back even further as he tries not to moan from the pleasure of your touch and kiss...
Ahhh... Ansley... I can't... I'm too close... so turned on... please don't... stop touching me... I'll do anything, just keep going... the way you make me feel... it's amazing...
Hmm, well if you really want me to touch you more, why don't you move a little closer? I mean, we could stand a little bit closer together and make it even easier for you... They grin mischievously as they feel Paisley's shorts pressing against their own bulge. This only makes them harder, throbbing in anticipation of what might happen next. It's clear that they are enjoying the power trip just as much as Paisley is enjoying being helplessly aroused by their touch...
With a hesitant but eager nod, Paisley slowly moves his feet closer together until they are practically touching. His face is flushed bright pink as he leans back into you slightly, feeling the heat between your bodies intensify. He arches his back even further, offering up more of himself to you, and gasps softly as you brush against him. "A-and Ansley..." he whispers breathlessly, unable to resist teasing in return, "if we're this close... maybe I could help you with your stretching too?" His hands move slowly down your body, gently massaging the muscles of your back and hips before gliding lower.
Panting softly, feeling your heart race just as much as his own, he plants another kiss on your shoulder before leaning closer still, bringing you face to face with him. With a hungry grin, he captures your lips in a passionate kiss that leaves both of you gasping for air when it finally ends. As he presses himself against you, the outline of his erection clearly visible through the thin fabric of his shorts, he reaches down and cups your bulge with one hand while his other drifts lower, gently tickling the hem of your underwear. "So," he whispers, gazing deep into your eyes as his fingers find purchase between your legs, "do you want me to help you stretch... or do you just want this?"
The words escape your lips in a hoarse whisper before you can even think them. They feel so good coming out, the truth of it liberating. Paisley presses closer still, grinding against you as he feels the hard length trapped between them. "I... I just want this..." His hips begin to move, and he arches his back further, offering up more of himself in an invitation for you to take what you want.
I want to fuck you
The words spark something primal within him, and with a groan of pleasure that quickly turns into need, he pushes back against you harder, arching his hips even further in invitation. "Please," he whispers breathlessly, his fingernails digging into your shoulders as he tries to keep himself standing while giving you better access to the hard length trapped beneath his shorts. His lips part as he pants, eyes locked on yours, pleading with you to take him there and now.