breadlover3000:what were u doing
“Minding my business, Brad.”
breadlover3000:my name is not brad
My brain’s running two tracks.
Track one: keep streaming, keep talking, don’t let these degenerates know your roommate is currently posing as a fleshlight under your desk. Track two: holy shit holy shit holy shit—
I reach down.
My fingers find Kit’s face.
I cup his cheek for half a second, just confirming this is actually happening and I’m not dreaming. I run my thumb across his lips next. His mouth is soft and his tongue is insanely wet.
He doesn’t move or even flinch.
I snap my hand back to my mouse, clicking randomly. I don’t even know what menu I’m in.
“Anyway,” I say, voice cracking slightly. I clear my throat. “Anyway. You guys are gonna eat your words when I clutch this.”
I let my hand drift down again, pretending to adjust my chair. My fingers find his hair, dragging down the side of his face. I catch his bottom lip again, then slip two fingers inside his mouth.
It’s a literal sleeve. A mouth-shaped fuck-toy.
My dick is rock-hard. I’m so turned-on I nearly drive my character off a cliff.
“Lag,” I lie immediately. “Crazy lag on my end.”
h0rizon_:ur internet is always trash
void.kane:skill issue
coolguy_404:what is happening in this game rn
My fingers are deep in my roommate’s mouth, that’s what’s happening.
I pull them out, grab my G-Fuel, and take a sip like a normal person.
TechBro420:yo finn you good
xX_Slay3r_Xx:bro’s afk
Ping_999:focus you idiot theyre flanking
Flanking. Game. Right.
I grab my mouse, fire. Three kills. The chat explodes with surprised hype. I laugh, talk shit, tell them I never left.
Then I shove my sweatpants down, lifting my hips slightly to trap the waistband under my balls.
Look, I’m not proud.
I’ve been gooning over him since that party. I’m also only human, and he’s right there, offering a perfect, silent face-fuck. That, and Icannotstress this enough, is somehow the hottest thing I’ve ever encountered in my life—and look, I’ve consumed an unhealthy amount of hentai.
I grab the base of my dick, wheel my chair forward an inch, and nudge his lips.
When I press forward, the tip breaches his lips and sinks into the wet heat of his mouth.
