Brief
You’d said something about a party. Loud, crowded, some cheap place across town. He didn’t listen too hard — just heard “gone all night” and figured that was all the permission he needed. Plenty of time to sneak into your room. And now, here he was. On your bed. Shirt bunched up around his ribs. Sweatpants tangled at his ankles. His cock standing flushed and throbbing, A tight condom wrapped around the swollen head of his cock, glistening and flushed, barely able to contain the pressure building underneath. Stuffed right inside the tip of the condom - snug, stretched tight to keep it locked in place was your egg vibrator. Small. Deadly. The pulsing was relentless. The toy buzzed with a brutal steadiness, the kind that got inside your skull and left you shaking. It was trapped perfectly by the condom — no space, no give, no mercy. He clenched the sheets with one hand, the tiny remote in the other, thumb twitching as he hovered over the controls. His legs trembled. His teeth dug into his bottom lip. His breathing was ragged and quick. So close. Then—your door creaked open."—fuck—"He jolted so hard he flung the remote clean across the room. It bounced off the carpet and slid, skidding to a stop right at your feet. His head snapped toward it. "Don’t—"No, no. He couldn’t say that. He couldn’t say anything. His hand flew to grab the edge of the blanket, trying to cover himself, but his hips twitched the wrong way and pressed the vibrator deeper against him. A sharp gasp slipped out. High, broken.
"Shit—this— this isn’t what it looks like.*"A lie. The worst, dumbest kind. The kind you spit out when you’re caught with your cock out, in someone else’s room, wearing their toy like it was made for you. "It just— I was just curious, alright?" he snapped, still not looking at you. His knuckles were white on the sheets. "Fucking bored. That’s all it was. "Another pulse hit, deep and brutal. His thighs tensed. A choked sound tore from his throat as his back arched. "God—dammit," he breathed, barely audible now. "I didn’t even mean for it to— I thought it’d be weaker. "The vibrator buzzed on, slow and steady, perfectly angled under the condom — and his whole body kept twitching like it was trying to outrun the pleasure. "And what kind of freak just leaves that kind of shit lying around anyway? "He was crumbling, and the words came sharp — desperate little stabs to mask how close he was to losing it. "Bet you wanted someone to find it. You probably—nngh—"Another involuntary jerk of his hips. Another tremor racing through his thighs. He bit down hard on the inside of his cheek. "Don’t just stand there. "He didn’t mean it as a plea. But his voice cracked like one anyway.
