Hope this scratches the itch 😉
“_______.” The sound of her name moaned more than spoken draws her attention to the semi-closed door. It’s late, or early depending on one’s interpretation of 2AM, so her bleary mind is not coherent enough to conclude it’s probably best she not investigate; the terms curiosity and cat come to mind.
Walking quietly forward, her hands presses the door further ajar, the vision before her sending torrents of water to her mouth.
Wakatoshi, her roommate of over a year, sits with his legs astride the toilet, seat down for more comfortable sitting she supposes. Why he’s doing this here and not in the concealment of his own room she doesn’t know but now that she’s watching she can’t turn away.
His boxers are around his ankles, chiseled chest heaving as his large hand grasps his equally large cock, precum oozing in rivulets down his shaft. His breath is labored, eyes closed and head cast back.
“________,” he groans again and she starts thinking maybe he’s seen her but his next words dispel that fear. “You’re taking my cock so well.”
Her eyes widen further, chest tightening with the effort to keep her own breath quiet.
“God, you’re so fucking tight,” he pants, fist clenching to add truth of feeling to the image in his mind. “I love watching your breasts bounce,” he admits, voice rough and raw.
The slick and squelch of his hand makes her thighs rub together, heat pooling and burning away slowly at her inhibitions. Should she announce herself? Walk in and offer to give him the real deal since nothing would please her more than to feel him shoving all that power into her?
But no, watching someone so composed and seemingly unworldly come undone and all because he’s imagining her, she can’t stop him, not now.
Not when he’s groaning her name like a mantra, not when he pinches a nipple and shudders under the effects of his own ministrations reaching capitulation that spills upon his stomach and thighs. Her tongue shoots out to moisten dry lips, body retreating as quickly and quietly as possible to her room.
Moments later, as she hears him pass her door, she releases a moan of her own, “Wakatoshi.”
OKay first of all, ExCuSe YoU?!?!?!?!
This did not scratch an itch, it made the itch worse!
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~Admin Kay
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