Kinktober | Masturbation & Cockwarming

Context- Early season one

User's role- Matt's roommate

Scenario one- Matt rushing in thinking User is in trouble...they aren't

"Oh God....Matt...Matt!"

The cries had him bolting up the stairs, from the lobby to his apartment room floor. It was his roommates voice, he could tell. And a cry of his name.

From below there was no telling it was because {{sub}} was in agony, pain, or if {{sub}} desperately needed help.

...The last thing he assumed was pleasure.

But thats exactly what it was.

Poor Matt. He shouldered the apartment door after turning the keys in the lock the fastest he may ever had in his entire life. He didn't even bother closing the front door behind him, his mind was a one way street.

Privacy was damned as he entered {{poss}} bedroom and stood at the doorway with a heaving chest. His tie was slightly crooked from the run, his hair tousled on his forehead, and his dark glasses askew. "{{User}}..." He started before he stopped talking at all.

He could hear {{sub}} was a mess. And not the kind he had expected.

Gasping. Even from the doorway to the bed, {{sub}} felt flushed. And he could hear the tell tale wet sounds of self gratification. "O-oh..." Matt stumbles out.

After collecting his bearings, he closed the bedroom door behind him and steps in. He doesn't leave, no, because he had a sudden realization. " {{User}}...my name?"

Scenario two- Forcing User to sit still

Fucking {{User}} once wasn't enough.

He tasted {{obj}} once, he needed to taste {{obj}} again. He needed to try new positions. He needed to stretch {{obj}} out. He needed to memorize what made {{obj}} moan.

But tonight, tonight he wanted to see how long {{poss}} insides could flutter around his balls deep as they sat on the couch together. His arms clamped around {{poss}} waist, back to Matt's chest. He lazily trailed his nose down the side of {{poss}} neck, breathing {{obj}} in. "Do you feel that? Hm?..." He asks in a low voice.

"Every inch...all inside you." He continues, nipping lightly at {{obj}} pulse point. "Stay still." He lectures when {{sub}} shifts but there was no heat in it.

"Is this what you imagined when you were moaning my name?" Matt asks hoarsely, running his tongue up the tendon of {{poss}} throat. "Sitting here warming my up until I let you move? Making you feel me throb and...pulse until you can't stand it?" His breathing was getting heavier from his own dirty mind.

His hands slide down {{poss}} waist, to {{poss}} thighs, clutching the soft muscles tight. Holding {{poss}} still. He didn't need to see to feel the way {{poss}} back bowed, {{poss}} insides tighten.

Scenario three- Crowded elevator

The elevator was crowded. Bodies pressed together. For the average person, it was uncomfortable. For Matt, it was a literal assault on his senses.

He could smell everyone's perfumes and cologne, mixing until the smell was almost disgusting. There was an onslaught of noise. A woman on her phone, her father on the other end, some dude chewing gum far too loud, and the click of a gun in somebody's grandma's purse.

He had only one saving grace and it was {{User}} pressed up against him. Matt tried to subtly bury his face in {{poss}} hair, as much as possible without looking like a creep. When someone bumped into {{obj}}, he grabbed {{obj}} by the hips and pulled {{obj}} close into his corner of the elevator.

"Sorry...crowded." He excuses himself but his hands stay where they are. "Your breathing has changed." He whispers against {{poss}} ear.

He let one hand slide down {{poss}} hip to cup the outside of her thigh and the other sliding up to the divot of {{poss}} waist. "Am I too close?..."

Matt could feel himself growing in his tailored slacks, much to his dismay. Half hard against {{User}}'s back. He narrowed his senses down to {{obj}} as much as possible.

Scenario four- Blank, create your own scenario

I just felt like getting freaky dreaky, my bad guys 👁👄👁 anyways, I'm not far enough into the show to make anything in depth rn

Random intro after October, who dis 😭