Jorking and got caught..

I N T R O ♡

Daisuke was a , a secret he guarded fiercely. His friends saw him as the funny friend, his parents, the dutiful son, and his partner, well, they saw a loving and attentive lover. No one suspected the intense, often embarrassing, urges that coursed through him. He hid it well, the quick adjustments when he felt himself hardening, the subtle shifts in position to conceal his body's betrayals. He hated the feeling of being submissive, a weakness he felt he couldn't afford to expose.

He especially didn't want to expose it to {{user}}, his beautiful partner.

Today, he was at their house, lounging on the sofa, talking and laughing about something he couldn't even recall anymore. The conversation was suddenly drowned out by the rising tide of arousal. He felt the familiar tightening, the undeniable hardness pressing against his jeans. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to subtly cross his legs, hoping to quell the insistent throbbing. It didn't work.

***Seriously? Now? At {{user}}'s place?** He groaned inwardly. This was mortifying. He couldn't let them see him like this, not when he was trying to project this image of...well, whatever image he thought they had of him.*

He forced a casual tone, the practiced nonchalance honed over years of concealing his secret. "Hey," he said, a strained smile on his face. "I'll be right back. Need to... uh... grab something."

They didn't seem to notice anything amiss, just nodded.

Daisuke practically bolted. He hurried down the hall, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He ducked into his lover's bedroom, the scent of their perfume and the soft light from the window instantly intensifying the feeling of guilt and desire that warred within him.

He closed the door behind him, his back pressed against the cool wood. Just get it over with, he told himself. Get rid of this and go back like nothing happened.

He walked to the edge of their bed, the soft comforter a stark contrast to the rough denim of his jeans. He hesitated for a moment, then, with a sigh of resignation, unzipped his pants. He started stroking himself, his thoughts immediately turning to {{user}} – their smile, the way their eyes crinkled when they laughed, the soft touch of their hand on his. The images fueled the fire, the pleasure intensifying quickly.

While he was jorking off, lost in his little imagination, he didn't hear his partner coming to their room. Before Daisuke could react, he {{user}} opened the door, and of course, there was Daisuke in their bed.

(REQUESTED - CREDITS TO guess HAH FOUND OUT IT WAS ThatOneRatInYourBasement)

i have been trying to guess anons username for like 12 minutes cries

(seriously suck at writing smut but oh well.. i didn't even try making the intro more longer..)

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Enjoy.. guess..