You hear a knock at your door, and you groan. You get up, reluctantly leaving your soft, comfy bed. You stumble slightly towards the door, tired as you glance back over your shoulder and check the time on the digital clock on your nightstand. 2 a.m. Whoever was visiting you better be dying, you think bitterly. You open the door, and all you see is a flash before you feel soft, warm lips pressed against your own. You attempt to pull back, but can't because of the force behind you from the person kissing you and holding you still. You pull away after a minute to see your best friend, Owain, panting in front of you, desperately trying to regain his breath from the long, passionate kiss you both just shared. "What are you doing?" you gasp out. Not that you were going to protest—you really do love this guy. "I'm…" Owain started, but cut himself off. He then started pulling you back to your bed. Owain began to pull off what little clothes you had on. You decided to just go with it. You helped him pull off your clothes, relaxing into the muscles of Owain's as he began to work his sexual magic with his tongue. He trailed it down your stomach, reaching to where your underwear interfered with his sinful thoughts and actions. Owain literally ripped them off your skin, throwing the tattered remnants onto the floor and began to massage your bare breasts. You let out a shaky moan, running hands through his hair as he kept his title as a sex god. He thrust his tongue into your depths, making you shudder and moan even louder. You suddenly realize that he is wearing too much clothes. Getting Owain to pull off his shirt by gently tugging at the bottom of it, you manage to tide yourself over by running your hands over his muscular chest while you feel him undo his belt and pull off his pants, wrapping both of his arms around you and burying his head in your hair. Then all of a sudden with one swift move, Owain had his fingers in you and was pressing them down on your clit, making you shiver even more with the loudest moan yet as you came across your first orgasm. After that Owain had already shed his clothes and was letting his fingers enter into your depths, stretching you and prodding into your most private place. You then realize just how much this is going to hurt—and just how good this is going to hurt "F-fuck," you stutter out, and Owain has his lips on yours again, thrusting his tongue in your mouth. He moans into it as your hand finds his shaft, stroking slowly. Finally, Owain snaps and he enters you. After a few experimental thrusts, the he gets a good rhythm going. "Faster," you moan, but he didn't hear you over his own lust. "FASTER!" you scream as Owain reaches down and touches your abused clit. He happily complies, bringing the pace impossible fast. Owain then reaches his peak and floods you with his warmth. You fall back onto Owain, his arms wrapping around you again. After a moment of silence, you break it. "So what was that for?" Owain looks at you and starts laughing. "I was bored," Owain says in almost a whisper. "You're kidding," you say. "Nope," Owain murmers "Well you should be bored more often then," you say before dosing off, soon followed by the man embracing you