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Pairing: Biker dom!folio Puppy sub!noah.
CW: mentions of exhibitionism, voyeurism, clothed masturbation and overall horniness from Folio.
NSFW'ish under the cut 🔞 Minors DNI.
The first time it happens, Folio brushes it off as a mere coincidence.
Stepping into the cool night air, he pulls his leather biker jacket around him and reaches into his pocket for his pack of smokes. Opening the box, he presses the end of a cigarette between his lips, then pulls it out before dropping the lighter from inside the box into his hand. With a few flicks of the lighter, the flame bursts to life and ignites the cigarette.
With a deep inhale, he leans back against the wall of the house, taking in the taste of nicotine. He's promised his roommate, Nicholas, that he'll quit, but instead he’s hiding outside to sneak a final cig of the night. He’s convinced himself that as long as he's not doing it in the house, then Nicholas won't mind.
The neighborhood is eerily quiet tonight, and the streetlights barely illuminate the area down the side of the house where he’s hiding, effectively concealing him in the shadows. As he flickers away the ash from his cigarette, he catches a fleeting glimpse of light from the corner of his eye.
Looking up and around, he surveys the area, trying to figure out what caught his attention. Then, his eyes fall on a house opposite his own. The light is on in one of the front upstairs bedrooms.
The curtains are wide open, and for a fleeting moment, Folio watches, observing no movement until he spots a tall, slender man entering the room. Folio can see the towel draped around his waist, and his hair is still damp from the evident shower he’s just taken. As he allows his eyes to linger on him for a moment longer, he notices the intricate array of tattoos adorning his body.
The neighbors arms are muscular, bulging almost as he paces the room, oblivious to the possibility of being watched. His head nods in rhythm as his mouth moves in a singing motion. When Folio’s eyes catch sight of the TV screen hanging on the wall, he sees it's playing the opening credits of an anime.
Cute. Folio thinks to himself.
Folio watches him intently, the front of his jeans tightening. He reaches down to touch with his free hand, seeking a momentary relief from the building pressure. He can’t tear his eyes away from his neighbor, especially not when he carelessly walks around his room, towel now pulled from his waist and exposing himself completely to the world beyond his window.
Naturally, Folio’s eyes lower, and he takes in the sight of the guy’s hung cock. It’s enough to make a choked groan rise up his throat as he strokes the length of his own hard cock through his jeans, his thumb just barely touching the head through the thick fabric. “Someone’s a slutty puppy,” he whispers to himself, his hand pressing more firmly against the crotch of his jeans and rubbing himself with increasing vigor.
The ash, which has accumulated on the end of his cigarette, falls to the floor. He's completely forgotten about the reason he initially came outside, too captivated by his new favorite view.
When his neighbor turns away from the window, he catches a glimpse of how perky his ass is, and his mind immediately wanders to the desire to bite it. He fantasizes about having him bend over the bed he’s currently leaning over to reach for something, and then pushing him into the pillows with his ass high up while he breeds and claims him as his own.
It’s a thought that he clings to as his hips jerk with the movement of his hand, getting himself off to the idea of fucking this new neighbor he’s currently lusting after. Folio watches him wander around his room naked, completely oblivious to his present actions.
When Folio’s release hits him, his body trembles as he presses back against the wall, muffling his sounds with a hash bite to his lower lip, the taste of copper filling his mouth. The cigarette he had been holding falls to the floor, and his foot crushes it completely. He feels the warmth spreading through his boxers and the wet patch seeping through his jeans against his hand, but he's unbothered by the mess he’s made, knowing this is just another in a series of many. It's not the first and it won't be the last.
As he descends from his euphoric state, he's jolted by Nicholas’ voice, which echoes through the house before he emerges from the back to look down the side, where Folio is currently hiding.
“Hey, you coming back—You haven’t been smoking out here again, have you?”
His tone is accusatory, and Folio responds with a scoff.
“No.”
Nicholas knows he’s lying, and Folio is aware of it, but neither of them bothers to admit it.
“Well, are you coming in or what?” Nicholas asks.
“Yeah, in just a minute.” Folio indicates for him to head back inside, and once he's alone again, he turns his attention back to the house across the street. He notices that the curtains have now been drawn, and the light switched off, with the dim glow of the TV being all which shines through.
The first time it happened, Folio brushed it off as a mere coincidence. However, each subsequent time he sneaks out for his final cigarette at the same time every night, he’s met with the same enticing sight of his neighbor.