Drew grabs Deneil's hand immediately and pulls him in. Despite how reflective he's been on their relationship and his others, one of the only times he's ever cared that he cheated, Drew was still Drew. On any given night, this would've gone a number of ways, all with a lot less gazing and a lot more kissing. It was just seconds ago that Deneil at least acknowledged his fiance, knowing full that they were once again doing something wrong just by being this close but Drew's hesitation was less for his own fiance and more for the sake of the friend he was sitting next to. He was always getting the worst ideas in his head but tonight he knew he was stepping on thin ice. He had pushed everything that mattered to the back of his head the minute Deneil put his hand on his shoulder, but since they weren't just 2 guys on coke, he knew better than to just dive right in like he did last time. What he was looking for was permission. The minute he got it, he didn't think twice, though it would've made him a decent person if he did. Drew leaned over just a little bit, putting his nose on Deneil's and looking deep into his eyes. "Because.." Drew finally responded, having no intention of actually answering the question. Instead he pushed his face forward until their lips met. He let them rest on top of each other for a second until completely going for it, thrusting his tongue deep inside and putting one hand on Deneil's cheek to get a grip.

Drew watched closely as Deneil took off his t-shirt, glimpsing at every tattoo he could make out in the dimly lit car. He repositioned himself in his seat, lifting his right leg and pushing himself against the door. Once they began kissing again, Drew could feel Deneil taking the initiative with each stroke of his tongue. Drew might've been forward but make no mistake, he loved being demanded. He could feel himself rising as Deneil kissed him from above but words couldn't describe how turned on Drew was when he was told exactly what to do, especially when it was whispered in his hear. It was like he could feel Deneil's hot breathe dance so far up his ear that he could feel the rest of his face shiver. He looked directly up to Deneil and began to kiss him softly in the middle of his bicep, only stopping to breathe on the wet spots he left. Drew's right hand clung onto Deneil's back but soon made it's way up to the back of his head. It wasn't long before Drew's kisses followed, pulling Deneil down and over once he made his way back to his lips. He wanted to feel Deneil on top of him, he wanted him to grind on his growing boner. He half moaned half sighed in Deneil's mouth when he realized them being a the front seat of a small car with 4 long legs would make that impossible.

Drew watches with a smile as Deneil pulls away and leaves the car. "You look like some fallen angel in that light." He says with a chuckle as he follows him out of the front seat, keeping his eyes on his glowing friend. He walked up to Deneil and took off his own shirt, tossing it in the street without a care. He was busy watching as Deneil unbuckled his pants. Drew looked Deneil in his eyes while he brushed up against his body, taking a hold of his arms and backing him up until he felt the car's bumper. He pushed Deneil back further, placing his hands on his hips and pushing him onto the hood of the car. Drew slides in between his legs and moves his hands to his lower back. "So you'd let me fuck you right here on the street?" He said, his deep voice filling up the still night. He bit down on Deneil's neck and pulled him closer.

Drew and Deneil have been arguing with themselves in their heads for the past two weeks. They knew that fucking on top of a car while they are both engaged was despicable no matter how great it felt at the time. Another thing they have in common aside from the guilt is the way they block things out so they don't have to deal with them. After they had sex out in the open on Deneil's car, they cleaned themselves up and started talking about music and plans for the rest of the week. If they discussed what just happened again or what it meant, it would have meant dealing with the consequences and more problems. Casually brushing it off was the easiest option and they definitely took it. Two engaged men with beautiful fiancees and great careers should figure themselves out and deal with the situations before everything blows up in their faces. They have a lot to lose. Tonight, Drew was visiting Deneil at his home in London in attempt to have "the talk" but instead they gave into their emotions again and hooked up. Why? Because it's much easier just to fuck and have a good time than act like adults and take responsibility for their actions. After an awkward five minute conversation to begin with, the pair were naked and fooling around on Deneil's couch. It didn't stop there. They weren't in an office or out in the open. They were in Deneil's house with no possibilities of being caught so they took advantage of that as well as the space. In the living room, the hallway, the kitchen, the bedroom, you name it. The kitchen table is where Deneil discovered the joys of having his ass eaten. He'll never be able to have a meal there again without thinking about it now.

"You like that? Am I finding all your sensitive spots, Westbrook?" Deneil asks from the bottom of the bed as he kisses the soles of Drew's bare feet, having started from his forehead and worked down. They are really going all out tonight and exploring each other's bodies. Deneil runs his tongue over Drew's toes and softly sucks on the big one while Drew jerks himself off. Looking up at him with his golden brown eyes while he sucks hard also gives steamy images of fellatio, which Deneil is purposely trying to get across to help stimulate Drew. He focuses on Drew's dick as it's played with, totally mesmorised by it. Although his friend isn't huge, it's still bigger than Deneil's and the skin tone is different too. Both of them are circumcised and Drew adores Deneil's dick for the head being a bright pink colour but Deneil is envious of his friend for having one that's a little darker and suits his flesh tone more. Deneil always catches himself just gazing at it in admiration, just like he is now. He snaps out of it and looks up at Drew, chuckling; "Sorry...it's just...wow, man." Deneil smirks and crawls up the bed, straddling Drew. He applies some lubrication and immediately starts to come down on Drew. Although he's very tight and it's still uncomfortable for the most part, they have an unspoken agreement that Deneil would bottom more. As cute as Drew finds Deneil's little dick, it doesn't really...hit the spot, so doing this makes both happy. The boys moan as Deneil slowly rides Drew and picks up the pace gradually. However, Drew was already close to the edge when Deneil started and now he's on a mission to bust. Deneil suddenly has a mini heart attack sensation as he feels Drew flip him over and onto his back. With his legs up in the air and a ragingly erect Drew about to go ham on him, Deneil takes a deep breath and prays to all the Saints and their cousins in Heaven. "Holy...sshhhiiiittt..."

Deneil is clearly not homophobic taking into account what's going on right now plus the fact that his older brother is bisexual and engaged to another man. Before engaging in this activity with Drew though, he had always thought of anal sex as rather taboo and a little bit disgusting in all honesty. The idea of things going in there made him wince and he could never imagine it being pleasurable in any way, shape or form. The "doesn't it hurt?" question always ran through his mind if someone referred to anal or he saw it during a sex scene on TV. It was never on his agenda but for some reason all Drew had to do was unzip and Deneil spread his legs for him. He didn't hesitate or worry the first time around and even though he knows how uncomfortable it still is, he doesn't care. Drew could want to get freaky with fists and Deneil would agree. There's just something so intense and impulsive about the two of them. Deneil is a completely new man when he is with Drew. He usually likes consistency and normality - dating the same girl for 4 years, still living in the same area he was raised, avoiding the flashy lights of showbiz as much as he can. Yet, with Drew, he's willing to try anything right there and then on the spot.

Feeling every inch of Drew thrust deep inside him and back out again sends ripples of pleasure through Deneil's body from his head down to his toes. The whole sensation still feels rather alien to him and after every couple of thrusts, he briefly clenches unintentionally as his body is still not used to letting things in that hole. As Drew frantically slides in and out of him, Deneil lets out a series of long, almost whimpering-like groans as his dick drips pre-cum down onto the sheets below him. He knows that Drew must be loving the view because what Deneil lacks in dick, he sure makes up for in ass. His smooth, tanned and peachy ass bounces more rapidly every time Drew ups the ante. Suddenly, Deneil gasps as Drew reaches out and grabs his hair while moving closer to whisper into his ear. It isn't so much the sudden grab that causes him to gasp, but Drew moving closer to his ear and simultaneously sliding in even deeper during the process. For the first time, Deneil is experiences intense pleasure deep inside him and is about to have his first anal stimulated orgasm, he just doesn't know it yet. "Holy..shhiiittt, Drew!! What are...w-what are you doing to me??!! K-k-keep hitting that spot!! Fuuuuckkk!!" A tightness fills Deneil's very core and he's totally powerless to all the electric surges racing throughout him right now. Drew is setting him up for a "male g-spot" orgasm as he found that sweet spot, of course only the American rapper knows what's going on as Deneil has never felt this before. He's a little scared but also curious to explore just how intense this sensation can get.

Deneil grips onto the pillows furiously as he tries to compose himself through the intense mixture of pain and total ecstasy. The contradiction between how wrong yet how right every second of this feels really fucks with his mind but adds to the danger and thrill of it all, intensifying everything. He now knows why Billy never shuts up about his exploits with Jerry. Sensations like this are something you want to shout about from the rooftops. Deneil grunts and sweats as Drew drills him harder, faster and deeper. To him, it feels like there is no limit to what Drew can do. Just as soon as he thinks this is as good and as deep as it can get, Drew turns it up a notch. Feeling Drew's fingertips on his sensitive pink head causes Deneil to jump slightly and ooze more precum. Without hesitating, he does as he is told and begins to jerk himself off using his natural lubrication. Almost instantly upon touch, Deneil realises just how pleasurable and extreme this orgasm is going to be as each stroke of his penis sends shock waves through his body. Vigorously jerking and clenching his jaw as Drew pounds him, Deneil holds off for as long as possible. Suddenly, his groans transition from a low, sensual grumble to a sexual, even violent sounding roar. "UUUHHHH....UUUUH..AAAAAAAHHHHHHH...FUUUUUUUUUUUCKKK!!!" he exclaims at a deafening volume. The tighten at his very core suddenly explodes and washes all of his body as he gives in. He can feel frantic internal contractions and surges of pleasure. Screaming his lungs out as if he's just been shot, Deneil throws his head back and jets of thick, warm, milky white cum land all over the bedding. It almost sounds as if he's urinating due to the volume he produced and how far it travelled across the bed, not to mention the constant pitter-pattering of it as it lands on the sheets. For a moment, it seems like he's never going to stop squirting. Totally in shock and having an outer body experience after his orgasm, Deneil just lays there like a quivering wreck while Drew is still to finish. "Oh my....oh..my.....ffffffuuuck....I can't...I can't...I'm shaking, Drew...I'm...I'm sh-shaking!!" he pants and lays open mouthed, kicking himself for missing out on such an experience all these years.

Deneil continues to moan deep into the pillow he's pressing vigorously against his face as Drew continues to fuck him. He's just experienced his first ever orgasm caused by anal stimulation and is still feeling rather sensitive and overcome. That tightness right at his very core is still yet to subside but Drew's constant thrusting makes it impossible to relax, not that he's complaining. Still being slammed after achieving his orgasm causes Deneil to feel extremely weak and defeated, struggling to even stay on his knees in the position that Drew is taking him in. He grips onto the sheets tightly and curls his toes when feels Drew putting his weight on him, knowing what is coming next. "Uuuuuhhh.....oh my God! Shhhiiittt man..." Deneil gives a running commentary, exclaiming after every single squirt of cum he feels deep inside him. It's an odd sensation but the warmth deep in him as well as knowing how pleasurable it must feel for Drew makes it worthwhile. Usually Drew pulls out, so this is the first time he's ever experienced it and in all honesty, it feels so much better. Makes them feel far more connected...which also unnerves Deneil when he thinks about it. Cumming on his face or chest makes it all seem like reckless behaviour, like two guys going wild and recreating some porn scene. Drew ejaculating deep inside Deneil without a condom though seems far more intimate and meaningful though. Not wanting to dwell on it as he has felt guilty enough as of late, Deneil shakes the thought and just lays there with Drew, snuggling up with him and laying in their chaos. It's much better being held after sex than feeling guilty and unwanted, after all. Deneil feels Drew's cum dripping out of him and reaches over to grab some tissues, also taking his carton of cigarettes and a lighter off of the bedside table in the process. While he spreads his legs slightly and cleans himself up, Deneil rests his cigarette pack and the lighter on Drew's chest, silently offering his friend a smoke. "Well...I bet Tisha doesn't make you cum like that, bruv! You fucking went to town on my arse. Could tell you definitely needed that release, man." Deneil chuckles and then throws the used tissues into the wastebasket near the bed.