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For a second, he goes still. Enough for me to feel the line between us tighten.

Then he smiles.

HotnReddy: Careful.

Bentley84: past careful in july

Clint exhales a laugh, but it breaks halfway. His hand moves again, firmer now. The public chat surges because they think this is for them.

Maybe it is. Maybe I’m wishful thinking.

BigDog469: yes like that

MouthyMike: fuck gonna cum

MNTopDad: gorgeous man

FootGuyBob: perfect

I stop reading. The text becomes motion at the edge of the screen.

Clint is in focus. The glistening, perfect hardness in his hand. The flush crawling up his chest. The way his mouth opens slightly when pleasure cuts through his control.

My own hand moves in rhythm with his, no hesitation now, no vow left to break. The couch cushions press against my back. The theater room is hot and humid, taking my heat. Somewhere nearby, there’s a soft shift of nails against wood, then nothing.

Clint leans closer to the camera.

His voice drops.

“Still with me?”

The room answers in a flood.

I do not type. I can’t.

The private window blinks anyway.

HotnReddy: Bentley?

Bentley84: yes. with you

His expression changes in a way that has no place in a public room.

The show claims him again.

His hand moves faster. His shoulders tense. The chat becomes frantic, the room pushing him toward the edge with tips and commands and praise. He rides it, controls it, loses control inside the control. His breath catches, and his head tips back.

I know this rhythm. I know the hitch in his breath. I know when he is close.

Clint looks into the camera, mouth open, hand moving hard and sure.

When he comes, the room explodes along with him.

My orgasm hits with a force that pulls a sound out of me before I can swallow it. I grip myself, head back against the couch, body going hot and empty and helpless in the dark room where Renny and I watched old movies and ate popcorn from a silver bowl because he liked ordinary things to feel fancy.

For a moment, there’s nothing but the bodily shock of coming.

Clint on-screen, flushed and breathing hard, one hand back on the bed, his body still trembling.