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You try and drag it out as long as possible before finally making an intentional mistake. Your character dies one more time on screen and Dave yells triumphantly!

"AHA! YES! I told you, you would lose!" he says. Suddenly it dawns on him what that means. "You don't have to...it's just a stupid game" he says.

"No, no, fairs fair" you say. You stand up to face away from him and slide your boxers down, bending over in front of him slowly, you can't see his reaction, but you feel the energy of lust swirl around him. You turn around slowly to see him sat on the bed, his gaze fixed on the wall, afraid to look.

"Jesus Josh! How drunk are you?" he asks. His posture is awkward, trying to turn away from you, but remain bent in the middle...he has a hard on.

"Drunk enough not to care" you say, walking over to the bed to sit next to him.

"I think I should..." begins Dave but you silence him.

"It's OK Dave, I really don't mind" you say, reaching down to touch his leg "Maybe this is why I keep striking out with women...I just don't...want them..."

You slide your hand slowly up his thigh. He finally turns to look at you, a look of fear, arousal, and drunkenness all collide on his face. He shakes with nerves. "Josh..." he begins, but you don't want to give him the opportunity to start thinking about the situation. You slide your hand up into his boxers and find a raging boner waiting inside, which you grasp. Dave tenses, paralysed by fear, unsure of how to act until you lean in to kiss his neck. A relieved sigh accompanies his muscles relaxing as he allows himself to be in the moment at last. You slide his boxers off and begin to jack him off slowly. He, likewise begins to rub your cock for a while. He escalates things by lowering his head down to your cock and licking it. You roll over onto the bed and let him get to it. His technique is uncertain but eager and his head bobs up and down your shaft with mounting confidence.

You stop him after a few moments "It's OK" he says "You can come in my mouth". His tone was almost begging.

"I'd rather...you know" you say, grabbing his ass suggestively. He nods and you grab a half tube of lube tucked away into a box of cleanex by the bed (the only action your vessel usually got until now). You smear the slippery substance over your cock and lie back, Dave taking his position astride you. Ever so gently, he lowers down onto your cock. The relative comfort with which he manages this suggests he's used toys, but intimately connected this way, your demonic senses can tell that this is his first time. The masters WILL be pleased.

He sighs with satisfaction as you fill him up with your cock, fulfilling a desire he's had since you first started sharing a house (it's almost a shame it will cost him his soul). You enjoy the feeling of sliding in and out of him but nothing compares to the pleasure of seeing him ride on you, his eyes closed, fingers intertwined with yours. Finally you release yourself inside him with a hot, panting grunt. He grabs his own cock and works his inches, eager to finish with you. You decide to help him by lifting his hips forward to allow you to suck his cock to completion, something that doesn't take too long. You both lie exhausted. He lays an arm across your chest, kissing your neck and ear in the post coital bliss.

You lie beside him, but something feels wrong. The release of lust should have been like a wave of energy, but this was different. This wasn't lust...it was love.