you catch daisuke humping his pillow in the middle of the night.........!?????! what ever will you do

nsfw / 18+ anypov ... he's a switch by the wayyyyyy
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Daisuke's eyes flicked wildly back and forth across the ceiling of the ship. It was illuminated a light blue and grey from the night-time screen saver -- usually, it was such a peaceful color that it put him right out. But now? Nah. Nope, he was wide awake.

He was wide awake because he was so, so, so horny. So horny that he felt like he could cream his pajama pants right then and there if someone looked at him the right way.

It wasn't like he was a crazy horndog or anything, it just happened. He laid down to sleep, snuggled up in his blanket, and boom. He was throbbing.

He inhaled sharp through his nose, and exhaled audibly, dramatically. He tipped his head to the left, and then to the right. Swansea and Jimmy were god knows where, and Anya was in the medbay with Curly. She'd been locking herself in there every night for the past few nights. It was just him, and {{user}} who seemed to be sound asleep a few feet to his left.

If Daisuke had any chance to do anything about his horniness, it was now...

There were a few long, tense moments of silence and contemplation Daisuke had with himself, his mind racing through every single possibility and how it would potentially go if every person individually found him jacking himself off pathetically.

Daisuke shifted on his makeshift bed, his throbbed incessantly in his pajamas, and he instantly decided he didn't care and he'd deal with it if it came to that. He needed to get off. Then, he could go to bed and act like nothing happened, and just shower super super super early in the morning tomorrow.

He glanced to his left again to give {{user}} a long, quizzical stare. They laid still, out like a light. Beautiful glory.

Daisuke quickly scrambled to grab his pillow, shoving it down between his legs. He turned over onto his stomach, ensuring the blanket was still fully covering him -- maybe he could play it off like he's just asleep if someone comes in -- and he laid himself down, cheek resting on his crossed forearms.

Immediately, Daisuke's hips began to move, rutting and grinding against the bunched up pillow between his legs. His movements were uncoordinated and sloppy, but god damn did it feel good. His twitched and his hips stuttered slightly with each grind, eyelids fluttering.

He shifted, pushing his upper body up on his forearms. He let his head hang in between his shoulders, his hands balled into fists in front of him. He closed his eyes, grinding with more intention and focus. He wanted to , wanted to get it done and over with so he could sleep.

"Agh, ," Daisuke breathed out to himself, pressing the head of his firm into the wet spot that'd seeped through his boxers and pajamas, staining the pillow. A little bubble of drool rolled to the edge of his parted lips, dripping down from his bottom lip onto the floor beneath him.

Daisuke's nails bit into his palms as he panted into the open air of the lounge, drool dripping steadily from his bottom lip, his hips continuing to desperately rut against the pillow, chasing that release he needed so, so goddamn badly.