I HAVE SO MANY REQUESTS AND AWESOME ASKS IN MY ASKBOX GONNA WORK ON ANSWERING THEM ALL TMRW, BUT BEFORE I PASS OUT, I PRESENT TO YOU~
NSFW 18+ MINORS DNI
Bruno humping the mattress because he's so, so, fucking, pent up.
His cock, aching, flushed and leaking is trapped between his stomach and his mattress, the dusty sheets soaking up his precum, but he doesn't fucking care.
He reaches for the pillow, bites down on it, because he's getting so loud and he needs to keep quiet, he has to, but God, it's so hard....
His hips move relentlessly, thrust his cock into the rough mattress, worn and old. Shit, when he left, he didn't expect it to be so hard. He didn't exactly lead a womanizers life before, but sometimes he'd get a shoulder pat or a hug. now there was nothing, and with every day, it worsens. his body longs for physical contact to the point where he actually wants to cry. Everything about this situation is so pitiful and so pathetic, Bruno lets out a whine, tears welling at the corners of his eyes.
He's such a horrible, perverted, old man, he thinks. It's a good thing he left, because he's absolutely disgusting, no functioning member of society acts like this. He's the worst, and he's glad he isnt there to poison his familys life. His hips stutter against the mattress, and he clenches his eyes shut.
Those self-deprecating thoughts only turn him on more. And that only upsets him more. His hips slam against the mattress and he's sure he's seeing stars in front of his blurred vision.. Thank God he doesn't use his hands, that would be disgusting, far more disgusting than what he's doing now.
He used to hold prophecies in his hands, used to foresee people's fates, palms held up to the sky. Those hands would open up the future... He can't use the same hands to get off, that would be the epitome of grossness.
So instead he fists the sheets till his knuckles turn white, he humps the mattress. Bites the worn out pillow as his cock throbs and twitches. Imagines that one time, before everything went wrong, where there was a party and a drunk girl kissed him as a bet.
He can still remember the softness of her lips. Oh God, he so wants to feel the same softness again, he wants someone to make love to him, to worship his body, even though he's the worst person on earth, he wants someones lips licking at his pulse and pressing kisses to his stomach. God he so, so wants that....
He comes with a strangled sob. His cum thick and milky, spills against the mattress, the sheets and his stomach. Ears ringing and eyes unfocused. A small smile as well as a frown decorates his lovely face. He feels so fucking disgusting, oh, he hates himself for it, but he allows his fingers to drag through the mess, imagining those fingers to be someone elses..
and for a short moment he actually feels... relaxed.
