"You Shouldn't Have Tempted Me"

Ethan and Sam are roommates, Sam is closeted gay, Ethan likes to tease him by wearing tight short, skimpy clothing. Sam , drunk doesn’t resist and fucks Ethan without condom or lube

The faint light of dawn crept through the window, casting a glow on Ethan's taut, naked torso. He was stretched out on the couch, wearing nothing but a pair of snug, black briefs that left little to the imagination. The thin fabric did nothing to hide his semi-hard cock, the outline pressing against the front. His muscled, hairless legs were spread wide. Sam stumbled into the room, his eyes bleary and bloodshot from a night of heavy drinking. He blinked, trying to focus, and his gaze landed on Ethan. He did a double take, his eyes trailing over Ethan's body, taking in every inch of exposed skin and hard muscle. He swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry. Ethan, lolling his head to look at him, wasn't expecting this at all. Shit, he must be drunk as hell Ethan thought. His smirk faded, replaced by a look of surprise. "Sam? What are you doing up?" Sam's eyes were glued to Ethan's crotch, where his cock was now fully hardening, the briefs growing tauter. Ethan shifted, his breath hitching as Sam's gaze followed the movement. "You're...you're hard," Sam slurred, his voice thick with alcohol and lust. Ethan's eyebrows shot up. "Well, isn't that interesting?" He sat up, his abs flexing with the movement. He stood, his briefs now tented obscenely. He took a step closer to Sam, his hips rolling slightly. He could see the bulge in Sam's jeans growing, his friend's breath coming in short pants. "Sam," Ethan said, his voice a low growl. "You're not usually like this." He reached out, his fingers brushing against Sam's cheek. Sam leaned into the touch, his eyes fluttering closed. Ethan's heart pounded in his chest. He'd teased Sam plenty of times, but this...this was different. This was Sam, drunk and wanton, responding to his touch. Ethan's hand trailed down Sam's neck, his fingers tracing the collar of his shirt. He leaned in, his breath hot on Sam's ear. "You want this, don't you, Sammy?" he whispered. "You want to feel me inside you, raw and dirty. You want me to fuck you right here, right now." Sam's breath hitched, his body trembling. He nodded, his eyes meeting Ethan's. "Yes," he whispered. "Yes, I want it. I want you." His hand reached out, gripping Ethan's hip, pulling him closer. Ethan smiled, a slow, sexy grin. He ground his hips against Sam's, feeling Sam's hardness press against his own. "Good," Ethan purred, before capturing Sam's mouth in a fierce, hungry kiss. Sam moaned, his hands gripping Ethan's thighs, pulling him closer. Ethan deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring Sam's mouth. He could feel Sam's heart pounding, matching his own rapid beat. He ground against Sam harder, his cock throbbing with need. Sam moaned again, his hips bucking up to meet Ethan's. Ethan broke the kiss, his breath ragged. "Fuck, Sam," he growled. "You're so fucking hot like this."

Sam's hands, surprisingly strong despite his inebriation, pushed against Ethan's chest, flipping them both around. Ethan found himself pinned to the couch, Sam's body pressing down on him. Sam's eyes were wild, filled with a lust that Ethan had never seen before. "Sam, what—?” Ethan started, but his words were cut off as Sam's mouth crashed down on his, biting at his lower lip. Ethan groaned, his hands gripping Sam's shoulders. Sam's hips ground down, his cock pressing hard against Ethan's through the thin fabric of his briefs. Ethan could feel the heat, the desperation in Sam's movements. Sam's hands roamed Ethan's body, squeezing his sides, his chest, his nipples. Ethan arched into the touch, his body on fire. Sam sat back, his hands going to Ethan's briefs. He hooked his fingers into the waistband, pulling them down roughly. Ethan's cock sprang free, hard and leaking. "Fuck," Sam breathed, staring at Ethan's cock. He looked up, his eyes meeting Ethan's. "I'm going to fuck you, Ethan. Right here, right now." Ethan's breath hitched, his heart pounding. He nodded, his body trembling with anticipation. Sam spat on his hand, coating his cock with saliva. It wasn't much, but it was all they had. He positioned himself at Ethan's entrance, his eyes never leaving Ethan's. "Tell me to stop if it's too much," he said, his voice hoarse. Ethan bit his lip, nodding. "Do it, Sam. Fuck me." Sam pushed forward, his cock head breaching Ethan's tight hole. Ethan gasped, his body tensing. Sam paused, giving Ethan time to adjust. Ethan's fingers dug into Sam's arms, his body relaxing slightly. Sam pushed forward again, inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed inside Ethan. Ethan's breath came in short pants, his eyes watering slightly from the pain and pleasure. Sam leaned down, his forehead resting against Ethan's. "You okay?" he asked, his voice soft. Ethan nodded, his body adjusting to the sensation of being filled. "Move, Sam," Ethan panted. "Fuck me." Sam pulled back slightly, then thrust forward, his hips moving in a steady rhythm. Ethan moaned, his body arching up to meet Sam's thrusts. The room filled with the sound of their grunts and moans, the slap of flesh against flesh. Sam's cock hit Ethan's prostate, sending waves of pleasure through his body. "Fuck, Sam," Ethan gasped. "Right there. Don't stop."

Sam's thrusts grew harder, more urgent. The sound of his balls slapping against Ethan's ass echoed through the room, a primal rhythm that matched the pounding of their hearts. Ethan's body was slick with sweat, his muscles trembling with each powerful stroke. Sam's cock, slick and glistening, slid in and out of Ethan's hole, stretching him wide and filling him completely. "Fuck, you're tight," Sam groaned, his hips slamming against Ethan's ass. "So fucking tight." His hands grabbed Ethan's thighs, spreading them wider, giving him deeper access. Ethan's cock, hard and leaking, bounced with each thrust, a smear of pre-cum glossing his stomach. Ethan reached down, fisting his cock, stroking in time with Sam's relentless pounding. "Harder, Sam," Ethan begged, his voice a desperate rasp. "Fuck me harder." Sam obliged, his hips snapping forward with brutal force. The couch creaked and groaned under their weight, the frame shaking with each powerful thrust. Sam's cock pounded Ethan's prostate, sending jolts of electricity through Ethan's body. His back arched, his head thrown back, a keening moan escaping his lips. Sam leaned down, his teeth sinking into Ethan's shoulder, the sharp pain mixing with the pleasure. Ethan cried out, his body convulsing as his orgasm hit. His cock pulsed, hot cum spilling over his fist and onto his stomach. The sight of Ethan coming undone sent Sam over the edge. He thrust deep, his cock swelling as he came, filling Ethan with his hot seed. He roared, his body shaking with the force of his release. For a moment, they were frozen, their bodies locked together, breaths coming in ragged gasps. Sam collapsed on top of Ethan, his cock still buried deep inside him. Ethan's arms wrapped around Sam, holding him close, their bodies slick and hot. Sam's mouth found Ethan's, their tongues tangling in a slow, lazy kiss, savoring the aftermath of their fierce encounter.

They fall asleep, like that, Ethan wakes up with Sam inside him, and confesses that it was his first time

Sam withdrew drowsily, his semi-hard cock slipping out, leaving Ethan with a sudden, empty sensation. They shifted positions, Ethan turning onto his side, and Sam spooning him from behind. Their bodies fit together naturally. Ethan could feel Sam's breathing slow and deepen, his arms tightening around him. Ethan drifted off, exhausted and spent. When he woke, the room was filled with soft morning light. Sam was still behind him, one arm draped over his waist. Ethan's body ached in the most satisfying way, a reminder of the night before. He felt a warmth inside him, a sticky reminder of Sam's release. Ethan's cock stirred at the memory, but he pushed it down, needing to address something first. He took a deep breath, turning slightly to face Sam, who was still asleep. "Sam," Ethan whispered, nudging him gently. Sam's eyes fluttered open, a lazy smile spreading across his face. "Morning," Sam mumbled, his voice groggy. Ethan bit his lip, his heart pounding. "Sam, I need to tell you something." Sam's smile faded, his eyes focusing on Ethan's face. "What is it?" he asked, his voice suddenly serious. Ethan took a deep breath. "Last night... it was my first time." Sam's eyes widened, surprise flickering across his face. "Your first time?" he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. Ethan nodded. "Yeah. I've never done that before. With anyone." Sam was silent for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then, he pulled Ethan closer, his arm tightening around his waist. His mouth found Ethan's, his kiss slow and tender. "I'm glad it was with me," Sam murmured against Ethan's lips.

Ethan surprises Sam by wearing lingerie that night, asking Sam to fuck him and cum inside him and keep it plugged in with a button plug

Ethan woke up early, his mind racing with a mix of nerves and anticipation. He had a plan, something bold and unexpected. He slipped out of bed, leaving Sam asleep, and went to his closet. He pulled out a package, still unopened, a gift from a friend who knew his secret desires. It was a set of black lace lingerie, delicate and sexy, and a matching button plug. He undressed quickly, his hands trembling slightly as he slipped into the lingerie. The lace felt cool against his skin, the fabric hugging his body tightly. He took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest, and then walked into the bathroom. He opened the package of the plug, a sleek, black thing that would keep Sam's cum inside him, and lubed it up. He held his breath, pushing it in and relaxing his muscles. The plug popped into place, the button pressing firmly against his taint. He let out a soft sigh, his body adjusting to the sensation. Ethan walked back into the bedroom, his hips swaying slightly with each step. Sam was still asleep, his body sprawled out on the bed, the sheets tangled around his legs. Ethan climbed onto the bed, straddling Sam's thighs, his hands resting on Sam's chest. Sam's eyes fluttered open, a smile spreading across his face as he saw Ethan. "Morning," Sam murmured, his voice still husky with sleep. Ethan leaned down, his lips brushing against Sam's. "Morning," he whispered, his breath hot against Sam's mouth. He sat up, his hands trailing down his body, playing with the lace at his hips. "Shit," Sam's eyes widened, his hands reaching out to touch the delicate fabric, his fingertips brushing against Ethan's skin. "Is that what I think it is?" "I got you a present, Sam," Ethan whispered, his voice sultry. Sam's eyes were glued to Ethan's body. Ethan slid back, his legs wrapping around Sam's waist. He could feel the button plug pressing against him, the sensation sending shivers down his spine. He reached down, his fingers wrapping around his hardening cock. "Ethan, what are you doing?" Sam asked, his voice a low growl, his eyes filled with lust. Ethan leaned down, his lips brushing against Sam's ear. "I want you to fuck me, Sam," he whispered, his voice a desperate plea. "I want you to cum inside me and keep it plugged in."