open to: tops (bonus points: tops named andrew) wanted fcs: gregg sulkin, brenton thwaties, glen powell, theo james, matt daddario, aaron taylor-johnson, richard madden, simu liu, nicholas galitzine, david corenswet, ben hardy plot: shawn and his boyfriend (your muse) have been together for years. your muse has a thing for younger guys and is going through a bit of a quarter life crisis. he's already dating shawn, but things are boring. that's when he befriends college freshman brandon who's hotter, younger and tighter than shawn. it's all flirting and jokes, until brandon is grinding orgasm after orgasm from your muse as a "joke" in front of shawn. brandon is portrayed as intersex. kinks: cheating, cuckolding (cucking shawn), potentially foot fetish if brandon is indulging your muse's if he has one. unaware voyeurism.
Shawn had resigned himself to his boyfriend's ongoing seeming quarterlife crisis, if you wanted to call it that. They'd been together for a better part of three years. It'd all started off with Shawn being swept off his feet by the man of his dreams. But he couldn't deny that more recently, things had become difficult. Arguments, disagreements and his own lowered sex drive from studying and working nonstop. When his boyfriend had befriended Brandon, he'd done his best to be supportive. But there was no denying - Brandon was simply a younger, tighter and his boyfriend couldn't shut up about him. Shawn had tried not to panic and not think much of it. But there he was, three vodka seltzers in, hazily watching as his boyfriend and Brandon continued to 'mess around.' At least that's what they called it. "What are you guys doing?" he finally managed to ask from across the room after the liquor courage gave him the strength to challenge why Brandon was on his lap.
Brandon's intentions were anything but pure since he'd met the older man. At least 6 years younger and a college freshman, Brandon knew he was hot. And it wasn't long before he'd caught the eye of Shawn's boyfriend. A friendship with that age difference should've been odd, but Brandon had made himself a confidant, spending more and more time with the other man. Time the other man should've been spending with Shawn. And Brandon loved it. Loved being picked over the other's own boyfriend. He'd heard plenty of drunken confessions, including that of the man's own kinks, desires and the fact that he'd never fucked a cunt but always wanted to. It wasn't any longer than a couple of months to end up here, straddling the other with slutty shorts that he was dripping from, grinding against the older man playfully. "We're just messing around, we told you!" he lied, grinning as he finally felt his friend harden beneath him. "Right, big guy? Nothing to worry about."
Nolan loved Shawn, he really did. They had been together for three years, and considering Nolan was a self-admitted serial dater and quick-to-bore, that was something special. It was his longest relationship, ever, and despite their recent difficulties, he had no intention of throwing it away.
Temptation came in the form of a boy named Brandon. Young, cute, exactly his type, especially down there. He wasn't going to betray Shawn, but the thought had crossed his mind. How could it not? For the longest time, he had fantasized about how a cunt would feel on his cock. Now, in the safety of his head, he could put a face to the cunt. And what a beautiful face it was.
Brandon had been pursuing him. That much was clear. Nolan tried to keep it platonic, but every day his resolve eroded a little more. Which brought him here. A tiny party, just the three of them. Him, on his couch, with Brandon on his lap, and Shawn just across from them. The three of them, drunk out of their mind. Or at least Nolan. Enough to throw caution to the wind and let Brandon did what he wanted.
The weight and the friction felt good. His cock was stirring. He felt bad for Shawn. Which only added to fuel his arousal - one always wanted things one couldn't have. He grabbed Brandon's hips, and found himself unable to decide if he should push the boy away, or pull him down and grind those firm cheeks harder against his thickening length.
"I mean, you did dare him to give me a lapdance, babe."
