Something stirs low in his belly and his groan shifts, a low moan as his cock twitches in interest.
“Fuck,” he mutters, trying to will this feeling away, but his body has other plans, flashes of you coming to him again and again, assaulting his senses with your lips, your skin, your hands, twisted up and tangled inside him, all of his blood rushing south. He tries to think of anything else, anything that will quell this feeling and leave him in peace, but it’s useless at this point, his mind too tired to fight back, the haze of fatigue crashing head first into his arousal and the simple, beautiful thought of you. He’s hard, so suddenly that it hurts, image after image of you tattooed across his eyes, and it isn’t long before he gives in, wrapping his hand around his entire length.
The relief is instant, pleasure blooming up his spine, a vine of shame crawling after it, roots digging deep into his skin. Another moan follows another as he strokes himself, setting a brutal pace, desperate to have this over and done with. There is no part of him that deserves to think of you this way, to be picturing your lips pressed against his neck or your hands stroking him to completion. He hates himself more as the idea of your thin fingers wrapped around his cock comes to life, the little murmurs of praise you would give him as you took your time stroking him soft and sure, dragging out his pleasure as long as you could.
- Poorly Wired Circuit Chapter 21
I commissioned the talented and wonderful @shite-art to bring my dirtiest, saddest thought to life and holy hell did they deliver! I cannot stress how amazing Maia is to work with, not even blinking an eye when I made the humble request for a thickness to be increased.
If you are so inclined, make your way over to this link for the full impact of my request.
Thank you @honestly-shite Truly.
