( it’s truly an act of self-love, considering he feels too guilty to say his friend’s name. that would be too much, even for him. but it doesn’t stop the fantasies of venti on his knees, lavishing his cock with gentle affection.
that particular mental image makes him fist himself a little hard, tugging, another shaky moan passing through his parted lips. his muscles flex with the exertion, body glistening with the sweat of it and from the alcohol in his system making him feel overheated. the bed smells like venti, faintly, and he should have put his jacket back on just for this but—
his hand moves even faster, trying to chase an orgasm that wants to happen but so stubbornly isn’t. )
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that particular mental image makes him fist himself a little hard, tugging, another shaky moan passing through his parted lips. his muscles flex with the exertion, body glistening with the sweat of it and from the alcohol in his system making him feel overheated. the bed smells like venti, faintly, and he should have put his jacket back on just for this but—
his hand moves even faster, trying to chase an orgasm that wants to happen but so stubbornly isn’t. )