#char.🌧 trey

[petrichorium]

PLUUUVIII im such…..a big dick Trey truther. also i was thinking about how he’s SOOOOOO the childhood friend type you promise to lose your virginity to?? tell me all ur thoughts beloved <33

Ur SO correct abt Trey and his fat cock tbh and it’s so tragic bc he doesn’t even use it that much :( genuinely prefers using his mouth and hands more. V meticulous abt prep and also aftercare again he just wants to Treat You Right. And feed u cake :( probably after carrying you to the bath he ran and is letting u soak in :(

Anyway pls a virginity pact kinda thing is EXACTLY what I’m thinking abt with him,,,,,,,,,,, just like. You’re a year or two younger than him but your parents run a little deli across the street from his family’s bakery and your little siblings r the same age as his so ur families r super close and the two of you r kinda pushed together as the only two of about the same age. And it’s good! Trey is a good friend; a bit overprotective, a bit overeager to slot himself a bit too nicely into the big brother role, but you don’t particularly mind it. Admittedly you cling to him in your high school years, giddy to have an upperclassman so willing to have you under his wing.

You drift apart when he goes off to Night Raven. It’s not on purpose—in fact you try otherwise, with the infrequent text and occasional video chat to keep up—but really, NRC is rigorous, and you’re busy with your own studies. By unfortunate happenstance you miss each other on breaks and soon enough five years have gone by when you see him again at his mother’s birthday.

He looks good. He’s filled out in the shoulders and chest, grown just a bit. You watch him throw one of his teenage brothers over his shoulder and pretend it’s the wine you’ve been sipping on that makes your face feel hot. And he’s attentive to you, clearly having missed you as much as you did him. As the night goes on and other guests slowly dissipate, he lingers longer and longer at your side. Eventually he deems the party small enough to disappear with you, ducking out the window of his childhood bedroom (which seems so much smaller now, with how bulky he’s become) to the roof you both spent countless summer nights on.

You share a bottle of wine together there, taking alternating swigs directly out of it. Half a decade is quite some time to catch up on—you find yourself inching closer and closer until he has your legs over his and you’re practically curled in his lap, warmth emanating from your chest as you giggle with him.

It’s when you lament about your love life, however, that he leans close. He listens to you bitch about all the failed dates you’ve been on and your string of shitty college boyfriends, and nods sympathetically until you sigh………

And then asks if you remembered your promise. It’s joking, said with a laugh—but his smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes. It takes you a second to realize what he’s saying but when you do you reach out to smack his shoulder with a laugh of your own, because no way is he being serious.

(If he were serious he should have spoken up sooner, you mutter in a drunken fit of honesty. You’d have happily given Trey your virginity over your two-pump-chump of a first boyfriend who ended up doing it. He hadn’t managed to make you cum in the entire year and a half of dating you)

Trey stiffens. His head tilts. Did any of them? he asks. Make you cum? he adds when you ask him to clarify, and to your chagrin you realize the answer is a resounding no.

Then, he says smugly, reaching out to brush fingers softly against your arm, he thinks you can still fulfill that promise. If you’d like.