FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

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I pressed the plastic token against the lock and watched in amazement as an electronic jingle unlocked the front door. The heavy duffle bag slipped from my hand and thumped on the floor as I released a loud sigh, along with a hearty stretch.

"Ah! Finally back!"

Not that I dreaded spending time with my family, but that single semester at the university had brought such freedom and independence. Returning there after the holiday break soothed stress I didn't even know I carried.

The student dorms provided by the school helped, too. Well located, spacious, two-bedrooms; the dormitory alone made all the trouble of getting there worth it.

After I took my sneakers off and put them by the exit, some yelling reached my ears.

"C'mon! That's fucking bullshit!"

With a tired huff and shake of my head, I brought my luggage inside.

"He's already back," I muttered. "Thought he'd said he wouldn't be here 'til next week..."

My dragged feet led me from the kitchen-living room combo into the hallway. The door to my den being at its end, I couldn't have traversed the corridor without passing by his room first.

While I tried to avoid looking in his direction, my curious eyes wandered in, attracted by the monitor light inside.

My roommate's bedroom, a gloomy, odd tangle of worn clothes, dusty character figurines, and disorganized homework, as usual. I always cringed at it, yet something else drew my attention.

A lengthy, white-furred body splayed on a tattered out gamer chair. Two pairs of bird-like dark talons, one mashed the buttons on a black gamepad while the other gripped the carpeted floor. Tall feline ears, bright eyes, and a slender snout bewildered most into mistaking him for some strange ferret, but the elongated, flowing whiskers gave away his true nature. A Long--an eastern dragon--sat and screeched at a FPS game.

Drawn to his form--again--I made my presence known. "Haoyu! I'm back!"

His entire frame perked up in a clear mix of surprise and excitement. The controller slid across his computer table as he rose and turned to meet my gaze.

"Yo, Basil. How's my favorite otter doing?"

I noticed his choice of attire--or lack thereof--as soon as he stood up. My eyes scanned his lithe, almost feminine body as he made his way towards me in near complete bareness, save for a small pair of pink briefs squeezed around his waist.

Such a scene once had me staggered into a blushing mess, but our coexistence to that point had me mostly prepared for such an occurrence.

Finding Haoyu only wearing underwear inside no longer surprised or irritated me. I learned to let it go since, honestly, both the variety of his collection and the brilliance of his comments began to pique my interest.

A few weeks in, we came to a compromise. He would roam around the apartment in whatever pair of boxers or thong he pleased, but only if he didn't do it every day. The deal worked, and he seemed to avoid it, but sometimes I found the habit too distracting.

Before his open arms trapped me in one of his famously lengthy and awkward hugs, I pushed his bare chest away from the door.

"I'm fine, thanks. But, uh, what are you doing here? Thought I'd still have a couple of dragon-free days."

He snickered. "Yeah, keep pretending you can't live without me. But, for real, a cousin of mine got me a flight for cheap earlier, so here I am."

"Heh, couldn't wait to get rid of you, huh?"

"Haha, yeah..."

Though our tones bore levity, I felt his reaction hid another emotion. Before things turned sour, I spoke up.

"Anyway. I'll go take a quick nap right now. My journey was hell."

"Ah, gotcha. I didn't have a fun flight either. But yeah, go rest, dude."

With the bags in hand again, I crossed the rest of the corridor.

After opening the door, I winced as musty air invaded my nostrils. That room being closed for most of December certainly made its complaint clear. And yet, the stink didn't bother me past that initial reaction. Even after all those weeks, the odor's lingering me-ness resembled a welcome more than rejection.

Closing the door behind me, the heavy bags of clean clothes and souvenirs escaped my grip and once more crashed to the ground.

"I'm home."

A responsible young adult would have put away the items right then. But, by the end of that short idea, my jeans reached the floor and my back lied on the bed.

Most of my body had no more strength to fight the fatigue gluing me to the mattress, but one part rose in shameful stiffness.

I whined, tsked, and gazed towards the tent of fabric. "You prick!"

Even then I understood myself enough to know ignoring that desire would only lead to harder times. So, against all that tiredness, my hand grasped the aching erection.

The slightest touch made me gasp. Three weeks at my parents' gave me little time to relieve myself of that need, so a couple of strokes and fluid already escaped the tip.

Instead of the vast backlog of sexy scenarios I had conjured to pleasure myself, something else excited me more at that moment; the true cause of that hardness.

That Long, in his semi-innocent semi-nudity, burned a particular image in my brain. The image of a slim-thick body unbound by clothing or shame. The image of small, pink panties clasping a bulge so well-defined I could tell the shape and size of his sheath and ballsack. The image of Haoyu's warm frame wrapping around me; his heart beating on top of mine.

In lust, I lost control of my hand, who stroked my manhood by itself. In slow and erratic movements, my breath grew louder and wetter.

His girlish body, from the curves of his waist to his bigger cheeks, dominated my thoughts and led me into a perverted dream.

He--still in those small undies--rubbed his ass on my lap, exciting me into leaking more. Meanwhile, my hands traveled along his form, petting and messing his fur, satisfying him as he did to me.

I even saw his talons dive beyond the waistbands and tease me with a sneak peek of his coin purse. Alas, the pressure had gotten me to my limit before I could see anything.

My release had strings traveling from crotch to muzzle. Hot ropes of cum flew before coating my torso with its saltiness. All that didn't bother me, as the waves of satisfaction rippled across my body, engulfing it in sweet pleasure.

Clarity immediately set in afterwards. The guilt of having such a perverted thought about someone I had just seen would've taken me over, but the mighty fatigue dominated instead.

Gravity forced my eyes shut, and I drifted into a nap.

An obnoxious sound of vibration coming from my computer desk woke me up. I groggily stood up while cursing myself for intentionally putting the phone so far from the bed.

A move of my digits and the device came alive in a blinding flash. A second passed, and I concentrated on reading "8:03 PM" displayed at the top of the lock screen. Another, and I found the source of the loud shaking. A notification from the Instant Messenger; "Mom: Don't forget to eat, honey," it said.

The part of me that wanted to rebuke her unnecessary message lost against the part that growled loudly. But, I had no mental strength to prepare the most basic of scrambled eggs in that situation.

After a few minutes of scrolling through the meal delivery app, I found most stores closed. I blamed my past self for not thinking this through. A college town wouldn't see much business that time of year and so would close early.

Seeing as the only solid options available were pizzas of sizes I couldn't handle on a good day, my mind immediately went to the dragon down the corridor, and then back to myself.

I had imagined my roommate in lewd scenarios, but I had never engaged with him so quickly after doing so. Given I still smelled of the product of my imagination, my feet hesitated.

My paws remained unmoving, my belly did not. A feral roar of hunger shook my whole body into action. After putting on a pair of shorts, I returned to Haoyu's room.

I peered through the door frame to discover the dragon laying on his stomach--in the same level of nudity--on the bed, fidgeting with his device.

The sight of his bare frame splayed so casually made me hesitate once again, but my hunger drove me to concentrate on the situation.

"Haoyu," I said with a soft knock on the door. "Got a sec?"

"Hm?" The Long tossed the phone after turning his head towards me. "Uh, yeah. What's up?"

My feed delved deeper into his room. "I was thinking of ordering something tonight but-"

"There's nothing open, right?"

"Yup... Well, there are these pizzerias and stuff, but they only serve whole pizzas. And, uh, I was wondering if you-" I froze once more once my vision strayed through his body against my will. "If... you..."

Confusion on his face turned into a kind grin. "Sure, I'll share one with you."

The dragon's response broke my paralysis. "Oh, really? Cool. We could get half n half, yeah?"

As hums escaped his muzzle, he rose to his feet. "Lemme think..."

Once up, that slender, bare body expanded into a stretch. For a couple of seconds, the whole glory of his shapely frame presented itself to me. Plains of white fur dominated a serpentine torso, decorated with two pinkish nipples poking in the cold air. The pink briefs still compressed his waist. A scene that reddened my cheeks and tightened the space around my crotch.

"Hello? Earth to Basil?"

Haoyu's voice brought me back to the real world. His stretch had ended, but the image lingered for longer in my mind.

"Uh! Yeah, did you say anything?"

"Haha, geez, man. You're still sleeping or what?"

"Heh, guess I am."

"You dingus. Anyway, I'll have some Hawaiian. You?"

"Gross. I was thinking of getting salmon."

"Gross!"

After we share a quick laugh, we settle on the payment and order the pizza on the app. After we're done, his belly flops back on the bed and I get another view of his body.

Looking at those barely clothed cheeks, it occurred to me I won't act normal as long as he's wearing that little. With supernatural speed and tact, I concocted the perfect excuse.

"You know," I said before leaving him alone in his room, "if you answer the delivery guy dressed like that, we might get a complaint."

"What!" he responded without even raising his head. "That's bullshit."

"Well, do you wanna risk losing this apartment? Cause I don't!"

He grunted and pouted into the mattress. "Fine! Tell me when they'll be arriving and I'll put something on."

"Sounds good."

I rushed back to my bedroom, hiding that half-chub as best as I could.

Before I even finished putting away my clothes, the smartphone hummed to let me know the delivery person approached. I hollered the Long and completed the task before joining him in the main room.

Following the beeps from his phone, I reached the kitchen counter to find a cheeky surprise. The dragon complied with my request by putting on a gray hoodie and nothing else.

Disappointment manifested on my face. "Seriously, Haoyu?"

He turned to me with a smug grin. "What? I did as you asked. I put 'something' on." Then the dragon pulled the attire's lower edges. "Look. It totally hides everything!"

I sighed while shaking my head. "What am I gonna do with you?"

"So... you don't like it?"

My sight returned to a pitiful expression, the same as earlier that day. Guilt stabbed through my chest, which led to my face souring.

"Haoyu, it's-"

"You know what? How about a little bet?"

"Wha-"

"I'll answer the door when the delivery person comes. If they say anything about how I'm dressed, I'll do any one thing you want--anything. BUT if they don't, you'll do what I want instead?" He extended a talon towards me with a devious smile. "Deal?"

Shock took over and turned me stiff. That was another of his teases, but, given the prior conversation and the implications, a variety of different feelings overwhelmed me.

The situation worsened when the intercom rang, cutting my chance to recompose.

Rows of mischievous teeth widened further. "Deal?" the dragon said, forcing his hand closer to me.

The second ring demanded a response out of me. In the storm of emotion in my head and the wildfire of flush on my cheeks, my hand took control and complied with the Long's call.

"Hehe," Haoyu said, as we shook. "I knew you'd make the right choice."

By the time I recovered from the initial shock of the question, we had already reached the common area on the ground floor. I hid where the driver couldn't see me and waited to eavesdrop.

The front door clicked open and the late December air blew in, the powerful smell of fresh pizza followed.

"Hi," said the dragon, "how you doin'?"

"Uh, all good, man," replied a masculine but youthful voice.

"Mind if I check the pizza before you go?"

"Not at all."

Noises I didn't make out led into the strengthening of the pizza scent; against my resistance, my stomach growled loudly.

"Uh? You heard that?" said the delivery guy.

Haoyu spoke with the most natural of tones. "Hm? No? Anyway, everything seems in order. Here's your tip."

After the sound of coins, I heard the driver thank the dragon--who I pictured having a devious, victorious smile. The situation seemed grim. My mind began concocting scenarios of requests. And while I did...

The visitor surprised us by continuing to talk. "Ay, man. I know it's none of my business and shit, but you really should wear more than that if you don't wanna get sick or something."

Victory.

Haoyu blurted out "thanks" before seeing the delivery guy off.

I slid from my hiding spot with a smug smile; and met the white face of my roommate tinged with pink fluster.

The door to the flat led to a victorious runway. I carried the dish to the kitchen counter and sat on my throne--one of the high benches--my smirk never wavered.

With a sigh, the Long placed his elbows on the table. "Fine, fine, you win. Guess it's goodbye to my underwear freedom..."

My triumphal grin faded with his words. I had won the improvised competition, but the prize was nothing but embarrassment.

Despite my many complaints, his strange habit gave him joy while hardly affecting me. All those joking remarks piled until they made up a real problem for him.

"No, it's not," I said with a sigh. "You can keep doing that, if you wanna; it doesn't bother me at all."

He tsked, shaking his head. "You don't mean that. You don't have to tell me. This is a fucking weird habit!"

"It is strange, but-"

"Cut it out." He deflated into the counter. "I'm supposed to be an adult, and here I am doing this childish shit. I mean, it's just creepy, right? You probably think I'm an exhibitionist whore."

"Haoyu, I don't."

"Look, you've been nice to me and all, but this ends here. It's for the best, anyway. I gotta stop acting like a child, like they said."

Even back then, I had no trouble figuring out who "they" were. My roommate's naivete had definitely come up as a complaint during the dragon's time with his family. Our interactions that day had just escalated the situation.

"Hey listen," I said with a hand on his shoulder. "Weird, creepy, whore, do these words really describe you?" After receiving only silence as an answer, I continued. "Well, I don't think so! It may be childish and silly, but, like, it's you, man."

His muzzle turned to me. "Me?"

"Yeah! Whenever you do that, I can see it in your face how that kind of freedom makes you happy. Your energy really brightens up this apartment, dude. And... I'm sorry I tried to take that away from you."

"Maybe you're right," he said with a glimpse of a smile. "But, Basil, even if it makes me happy, I'd be the one to rob something from you. Your jokes tell me you get uncomfortable with me dressing like that."

"Well..."

The world stalled around me after my response. A thousand questions and reasons to hesitate pin my tongue into silence. Haoyu had a good defense, but I didn't.

My enjoyment came from an immoral place. I couldn't lie to him--or myself; I wanted him to keep doing that because I got off to the idea. The weird creeper had been me the whole time.

A puzzled expression formed on his muzzle. "Well?"

My emotions boiled with that single word. With a heavy sigh, I let it all out and faced the music.

"Well, Haoyu, the truth is... I kinda like it," I said while feeling my cheeks heat up. "You're, like, good-looking, and shit. Y'know... hot."

My sight darted around the room for an anxious minute at my failed words before returning to the Long. That's when I noticed his snowy complexion change to a timid, pinkish tint.

"O-oh?" he said, growing into a red blush.

"I know it's weird! I'm sorry, that probably sounds creepy as hell."

"N-no, that's okay," he responded while approaching me. "So, uh, w-what do you like about it?"

I rose to my feet in surprise, my paw pads covered in sweat. "Eh! You, uh-"

When I caught a good look at him, he stopped me dead in my tracks. Those green, feline eyes craved for a response while also cowering. His timidity added to his natural charm, which hastened my heartbeat further. A gleam of those emeralds, and I fully lost the ability to speak.

While my mouth only released gibberish, Haoyu's glare finally faltered before taking a step back, which calmed me down.

"Maybe," he said, blushing, "this'll help you remember?"

Before I could question his intentions, the Long tossed the hoodie over his head. The coat became a gray curtain, slowly revealing his bare body once more.

From mane to talons, the image of his naked frame hypnotized me. That same lithe beauty once again unbound by any garment aside from the pink panties, but then combined with an adorable mix of shyness and lewdness outmatched me.

As the brown fur on my face became solid red and my breath grew louder, my id controlled my actions.

"Wow," I said. "You're stunning, Haoyu. Simply wonderful."

His muzzle spilled a soft squeal. "R-really?"

"Uh-huh." I nodded with a step, closing the gap between us. "It's every well-placed curve, your pristine coat, your emerald eyes... It's all in my mind. All the time."

"O-oh yeah?"

His height surpassed mine, but sheer desire had me towering over the Long. The intensity enticed the dragon into giving in. When I saw his stare no longer cowered, a yearning to dominate him led my thoughts.

"Can I touch you?"

My question crushed the last remnant of doubt in his gaze. "Sure."

Controlled by deepest feelings, my digits reached for his midriff with precision. Once I softly clasped his body, the tender warmth closed the gap between us. My grip sunk my fingertips into his fur and even skin. A moan followed my moves.

"Ever been touched here?" I whispered into his face.

His only response came as a groan of pleasure, making me smirk.

My webbed fingers ruffled his fur as I slid them along his frame. I traced his outline up and down, as I had fantasized many times, and reality did not disappoint.

His pelt was made of delicate blades of grass on a long white meadow, and the heat he exuded established a connection stronger than any exchange of words. I sunk my claws in just enough to allow strands of fur to dominate the area between my digits.

Whenever my palms reached between his armpits, I teased the pinkish isles on his chest with my thumbs. Every time I did, he squirmed or released a soft sigh.

After a few trips, my lust grew more curious. My fingertips headed south, towards his last bastion of decency. My hands wrapped around his hips and my pinkies sneaked inside the pink fabric.

He moaned again. "Ah, are we doing this for real?"

I moved my muzzle to the side of his neck before growling into him. "Only if you want, baby."

Another soft groan and he continued. "T-then," he put his talons on my shoulders, "I wanna see your body first."

"As you wish." I said, taking a step back.

Still led by primal desires, I didn't show off for him. A flame inside me demanded more of that feeling, and if my attire barred me, I had no will to be careful or flashy.

My sleeved shirt flew over my head in a single, brutal move; the shorts followed suit, flying across towards the kitchen sink without a shred of worry.

I met Haoyu's starry-eyed reaction; the Long had never seen me so undressed. A snapshot of shame crossed my mind, but a powerful sense of vanity purged the emotion.

His amazed sight scanned me up and down, just as mine had done so many times before. Most days, I had a tepid opinion of myself, but when he gazed at me with such passion, I became the hottest man alive.

I stretched my hands above my head and flexed what little muscles my average otter body had. My mating dance appeared to work, as I watched the dragon gawk and adore my mundane frame.

"You like it?" I said. "You can touch all you want."

He didn't make me wait. His warm talons traced my silhouette, just as I had done to him. My curves weren't as sexy as his, but he seemed to enjoy my regular shape all the same.

While my body distracted him, my libido took advantage of his proximity to deliver the last stroke of our foreplay: a hug that brought our bareness together.

His muzzle released a short mix between a moan and a yelp in surprise; which served well to stoke my flames further.

We found ourselves glued closely; for the first time, not an inch existed between us. Every single tuft of his milky fur scraped my body, and I knew he felt the same. My palms danced around his back, massaging and pinching all they could reach--butt included. The fabric of our undies dragged on each other as their packages hardened with anticipation.

Took a few seconds, but he returned the gesture with energy. Before long, we swayed left and right, dancing to the beat of an imaginary song.

Our eyes locked again; his content emeralds smiling at my devious agates, our muzzles an inch from each other. A sudden sense of tranquility came over me; I may well have remained that way, but the flame of lust inside me still burned fiercely.

"So," I said behind a sly grin, "shall we-"

The dragon surprised me by cutting my proposition short; he believed the best way to silence my cocky mouth was using his own.

We squeezed together our lips like our exposed chests. His tongue made contact with mine with its own invitation.

Shock paralyzed me, but not for long. I wrapped my arms tighter around his slender body, closed my eyes, and joined the dance. Even in our messy efforts, we could both find something to appreciate.

We parted from our wet kiss with the other's flavor in our mouths and uncertainty in our performance. But my partner's huffing face clarified he had a good time.

"Ah, okay," he said amidst pants. "I think I'm ready now."

A confirmation at last; nothing more stood in the way of me taking what I yearned for so long! Still, that blaze that once led my earlier actions no longer monopolized my brain.

The kiss jolted me back to reality. The façade of dominator may have matched my fantasies, but standing there with his body in my arms, it became clear that I had yet to grasp and explore that side of myself.

So, before I did something stupid, I let out a deep sigh and stashed away those thoughts. We'd talk about our sexual roles one day, but for that late December night, we would take it slowly.

With a hand behind his head, I whispered into his ear. "How about you sit on that couch and I make you feel good?"

The dragon--aware of my new tone--obeyed with a giggle. He gave me a last tease by exaggerating how his hips moved. Those small briefs hid very little of his plump butt, but the eagerness of seeing him truly naked for the first time made my boner ache.

He sat with his usual disregard, but with an added lewdness. The Long touched his inner groin and pulled on the waistband of the rosy panties, all an attempt to tease me further.

The entire act worked. When I knelt on the floor between his legs, my mouth salivated, yearning to please him.

I had gotten used to the stout sheath concealing his manhood, so when my eyes greeted the pink tent, a pleasant shock stilled me for a second. After it faded, however, I craved his rod more than ever.

My muzzle advanced until my snout met the tip of his cock. Its warmth eclipsed the heat of the rest of his body; its wild scent drowned out every other; and a small tinge of humidity proved its anticipation.

I gave it a few eager pecks before tugging at the underwear with my teeth. He put a hand on the top of my head as a response.

"Hey now," he said. "Don't ruin them. They are some of my best."

A devious smile formed on my face. "Well, then you better take'em off."

My gaze followed him carefully slide those panties off and position them over my head with his raised feet. While he intended to divert my attention with that move, the target on his crotch never left my mind.

I shocked him by sneaking my palms between his legs and opening them as he kicked aside his underwear. After all that time with him, I finally saw something beyond my imagination.

His dick--a medium-sized rod as dark as his talons--throbbed with might and excitement in the cold air. Its draconic qualities surprised and charmed me. Small barbs decorated the edges of the pointy head, while scale-like bumps formed a trail to its base. Beneath that tempting beast, a pair of modest, almost cute balls supported and complimented the art piece the dragon carried between his legs.

When my partner opened his lips to say something, I realized my adoration could've been mistaken for hesitation. So, I snuffed his doubts by hugging both his thighs and burying my face mouth-first into that dick; his response came as a sharp moan.

For a second, I feared I had harmed him, but without further protest, I assumed the best and proceeded. Another concern I didn't take into consideration was whether he'd fit in my muzzle. Being an otter, I hadn't been graced with a long snout; fortunately, his length fitted neatly into what space I had.

Stopping in that position, I give him the chance to get used to the new feeling, and me the opportunity to taste him. The member had a tangy zest, with a tinge of saltiness; a slight stink enhanced the flavor. Despite its rough appearance, my tongue slid easily.

My mouth didn't stay still for long; my hunger simply wouldn't allow it. I pulled my head in at a slow pace, which allowed me to see saliva--my saliva--trail behind, coating the draconic penis in a thin, dwindling layer. On the way back, the image of approaching his furry crotch matched the increase of his distinct tang. The move made him moan, signaling I did well.

The rhythm escalated with my confidence; soon, the push and pull became natural. If his groans didn't excite me enough, he put one of his talons on my head and gave me small pets.

His manhood quivered as his sounds developed into grunts; his orgasm drew near. In my brain, a devious thought arose from fantasies and porn.

I let go of the eager penis before gripping its base and going to town on the tip alone. My tongue massaged and wiped the dragon's jagged head, causing him to moan loudly and repeatedly.

Not three seconds later, he gritted his teeth and shot his load on me. The potent jet hit my face, making me stagger. Fortunately, that only gave a better view of the blowing geyser. Long, white strings flew with speed and power before falling on me and the floor.

I met his puffing, satisfied expression while licking the mess on my muzzle and shooting him a naughty glare. Words didn't even escape my mouth and he understood; "You're next."

Once my body stood, I put my knees between the dragon's lap. With small pelvic thrusts, my tent--taller than his--poked his embarrassed nose. He hesitated much less than me and skipped foreplay; one second he freed my pink dick from the fabric, the other, the Long sucked it with vigor.

His moves being needier and sloppier than mine didn't bother me. My body desperately called for release, and his blowjob, which left me cross-eyed and dizzy, just helped the process. I'd grown ashamed of my featureless cock, but the way his lengthy muzzle glided in and out made me discard the feeling.

A shiver from the base of my penis to my extremities told me the obvious: my time had come. I had no strength to hold back or consider being careful.

My seed fired inside his snout until it flooded. He fell backwards on the couch with his mouth still engulfed and let the rest of my orgasm shower on him. His fur already shared color with my cum, but seeing him all wet from my release filled me with lewd pride.

Once I regained the composure to look at him again, he teased me one last time. With a smile on his full cheeks, he made a loud gulping noise, boasting his impressive skill.

In a blur, I finally tossed away my boxers and joined him on the sofa. We shared giggles, small kisses, sweet whispers and lots of petting while enjoying our afterglow.

After a few seconds of silence, reality set in. A myriad of questions flood my mind--and certainly his. About our future, about what we had just done, about what to say next.

Our hearts raced; desperate to learn what went through the other's head.

Haoyu took the plunge and spoke up first. "Well, guess the pizza is, like, super cold right now."

The words caught me by surprise; such a startling and innocent remark cracked me up.

"What's so funny?" The dragon said.

"Haha, I'm not laughing at you, man," I responded, wiping a tear. "Hehe, that's just such a 'you' thing to say. Haha."

"A 'me' thing?"

"Yeah." My arms wrapped around his waist and pulled him tight. "It's really cute," I said before giving him a peck on the cheek.

His hands dashed to cover his blushing expression. "C'mon!"

"It's true!"

I proceeded with the attack of smooches until he responded with a lengthy, wet kiss on my mouth. After that, we stared into the others' eyes.

It was decided then. Whatever our future, I wanted to give 'us' a shot, and so did he. Our bodies and minds needed each other, and that was enough for us.

Well... each other and the pizza.