The boyos walking in on the s/o pleasuring themselves? If you don’t mind xoxo
Matt ends up staring. He had the full intent to walk away and leave his s/o to their own devices, but he really couldn’t help himself. They wouldn’t mind terribly if he watched, would they? No, he decides, he probably wouldn’t. Before he knows it there’s a very visible tent in his pants and his hind is dangerously close to it. He doesn’t touch himself, though, opting instead to knock and come in properly. With any luck both he and his s/o can be relieved.
Edd’s eyes get stuck watching his s/o’s careful, practiced motions, and he can’t get enough of the sounds they’re making. He watches for longer than he’d like to admit. Awkwardly, he clears his throat, interrupting his s/o’s session. The mood is thankfully salvageable.
Tord, shameless, whistles to let his s/o know that they’d been caught, and that he quite liked what he saw. He compliments how they looked, not leaving out any details of how he felt about it. Pretty soon his s/o is touching themself again, and Tord is more than welcome to join in.
Tom, just as unwilling to stop watching as he was to barge in, palms himself though his pants. He feels bad about doing so without any kind of permission, but he’s confident his s/o wouldn’t be upset with him if they found out. Within minutes one hand is down his pants and the other on his mouth to keep his breathing quiet. He comes at the same time as his s/o.
