I bury it to the hilt and just hold it there—my hips pinned flush against his cheeks, his leaking dick in my hand—and I glance up at the TV for a second like a normal dude casually watching a UFC match.
One of the fighters lands a heavy takedown. The crowd loses it.
I start pumping.
5 Loads
Finn
My chat is roasting me alive tonight.
Not literally, but close. They’re shitting on my build, my aim, my life choices, my “questionable understanding of geometry” according to some dude named xX_Slay3r_Xx who’s been lurking for three hours without dropping a single dime. Classic.
“Okay, okay,” I say, leaning back in my chair, stretching my arms over my head. “First of all, that was physically impossible. The game literally cheated. Second of all, if you’re gonna come for my aim, at least drop a sub first. That’s just etiquette.”
The chat explodes. Emotes flying. Someone named KitKat (not our Kit, some random) donates five bucks just to call me a “washed-up fraud.”
I point at the camera.
“This guy gets it. This guy understands the economy of talking shit.”
I’m mid-sentence, explaining exactly why my build is actually galaxy-brain tier and everyone else is wrong, when something brushes my leg.
I look down.
I stare for a solid three seconds.
Then I look back at my screen, because if I react right now I’m going to say something on stream that I can’t explain.
XXDarkReaper99:bro ur so bad at this
xX_Slay3r_Xx:??
coolguy_404:why did u go quiet
SloppyJoe:u ok
“Yeah, yeah, I’m good,” I say, into the mic, my voice coming out completely normal which is honestly my greatest achievement to date. “Dropped something, give me a sec.”
I dropped nothing.
What I did was look under my desk and find Kit stripped bare and folded up in the space between my chair and the wall, face tilted up, mouth open, totally offline. Like he’s just a piece of hardware that lives down there now.
I blink at him.
He doesn’t blink back.
My dick, traitor that it is, instantly springs to attention in my sweatpants like it’s been waiting for this exact moment. And it has, man. Ithas.
It’s been some weird weeks.
“I’m back,” I say, sitting forward again.
The chat is calling me out immediately.
KitKat:sus
BigTony:you didn’t even pick anything up
