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He hated you, god he hated you.
But he didn't, he really did not. Really all it took from you were a few smiles and some suggestive phrases, and he became malleable to your touch. And it shows, since he was currently stuck in his bed with a red face and an uncomfortably tight feeling on his underwear.
You had done it on purpose, for sure! This was all a ruse, all some twisted plan to get Micah to have impure thoughts.
If that was so, he'd have to admit, you won.
He almost yelped in surprise when you had got up from your PC to walk out and get your food. He was thankful you no longer had your headphones on, so you couldn't hear his surprise upon finding out you had left your bedroom wearing only underwear and a shirt.
It took almost as long for him to recompose himself as it took you to get your dinner. But you returned wearing no more clothes than when you left.
You giggled at him when you saw the dumbfounded look in his face, and the banter started up again as usual, but he couldn't help but blush at your state of undress.
"You should match me, Micah, get that shirt off~"
He wanted to, he did, he wanted to follow along with you, and he knew you knew that, just from the way your eyes glinted when Micah went pliant, for just a second, and a wider smile threatened your lips.
But he denied himself, quickly turning the suggesting comment into one of your bickering matches, attempting to not seem cowardly or awkward. You'd never think of him as something bad, even if he didn't go along with your little game, you simply went along with his instead, and the air of normalcy returned.
He regrets that.
It's 3AM, and his brain has not stopped thinking about it, like he so expected.
He wanted his angel so badly, his skin felt hot and his heart was pumping harshly against his chest. He shouldn't have ended the call so early, he wanted to hear your voice again. Maybe you'd order him around some more?
In a spiral of shamelessness, he indulged those thoughts, if even for a bit.
He thought about how your hands looked so soft through the webcam, and how your irritating smirk so easily made him crumble, how your thighs looked when you left the room, how your bed looked so soft.
Micah wanted to be on your bed, sometimes, today more than ever.
He thought about you on top of him, the gentle kisses you'd most definitely be spreading over his face and neck, your hands going up his shirt.
Feeling too hot, Micah kicked away the blankets on his bed, never losing focus.
He caught himself wishing you would rest your face on the crook of his neck, allowing him to smell your hair and wrap his arms around you.
The way your voice would sound like so closely, the way your body would weight beside him, pinning him down to the bed, the way your hand would slowly make its way down...
His erection was hurting, attempting to break out of it's containment, but only achieving painful throbs that sent shivers down Micah's spine. Fuck it. He was already on the tracks, might as well finish the race.
He moved out of his pants in desperate little gasps, too flustered to care that he shouldn't make any noise at unholy hours of the morning. He'd just have to hope his amateur soundproofing would live up to the time it took to set it up.
A little moan escaped his lips, right hand moving gently over his clothed erection, in a last thought about self-preservation, he decided to give himself some warming up before taking it out of his underwear, trying to get his hopes up on being quieter than usual by taking it slow.
A hand trailed down under his boxers and pulled his dick out, sighing as he set a light and slow pace, using his own precum to slick himself up. He thought about your hands as he gently tightened his grip on the head of his dick, bringing the stroke down, and then up again slowly.
He squirmed until his head was thrown back, an uncharacteristically quiet groan dragging out of his throat.
He thought that maybe you'd be gentle to him like that, allow him to be silent. Or maybe, you'd make him silent, not letting any noise out of him with your lips, or maybe your fingers.
That thought made his blood pump faster, a whine spilling from his lips. His face got impossibly more flustered as he brought his free hand up to his mouth, dipping two fingers in, the gentle pressure on his tongue making his mind reel with ideas.
Micah's moans were muffled by his own fingers, hand moving slowly over his member with just enough pressure that his legs felt weak.
His eyes fell shut as he tried to imagine you praising him as he took on to moving his fingers inside his mouth, playing with his piercing and forked tongue like he imagined you would... He knew you could put these to better use. His moans vibrated against his finger tips as his hand tried to speed up, the pleasure dripping from his voice. But he wanted something more, he needed something else.
He choked down on his fingers as he pulled them back, his boner throbbed against his hand, it felt so good, but it wasn't enough, it wasn't satisfying.
With a small shudder, he breathed out a moan. How could he ever be satisfied if you weren't there to tell him to cum?
In a quick decision, he wiped his left hand clean, reaching for the controller to the LED lights over his bed. He set them to low, before reaching for his phone, sitting up on top of his legs and setting his phone on his bedside, camera facing him. It'd have to do, because his cock was already pulsating with the sudden lack of attention.
Seeing himself on the camera, he flushed more. Ignoring all the insecurities he could feel, he hit the record button, and went back to work as the timer ticked.
Surprisingly, the feeling of being watched, or recorded, made him open up more. He held his shirt up, leaving his chest in plain sight as he eyed the phone camera.
The purple hue washed the room, only bright enough to make out details, but not all of them. That's what he liked about this lighting, it left so much to your imagination.
He wanted you to imagine it.
He wanted you to think of him just like he'd been thinking of you.
Moans started coming through his lips again, and he hid his face behind his raised shirt. He would probably never feel shame again, all of it was taken by the fact he was recording himself like this because of you, and above all, for you.
His hips started raising off the bed in shallow thrusts, he sped up his strokes, and his legs fell even wider, almost noticeably shaking.
His breaths were quick, and little cries left his mouth, his brain had checked out so long ago, he barely registered the fact he was moaning out your name.
And though he was noticeably trying to be quiet the whole video, there was no way to keep down the moan that escaped him as come spilled out of the tip, dripping down his hand. His head was thrown back, staring at the ceiling as his body shivered because of the sudden cold and the high of an orgasm, his neck stood exposed to the camera, a beautiful canvas, his body fully relaxed, trying to catch his breath with the heavy movements of his chest, before he moved from his position with a tired sigh, turning off the camera.
Micah Yujin: would you. like. a gift?
Loser: i thought you were meant to be asleep
Micah Yujin: i will be, but i want to know if you'd like a gift
Loser: is it a nude?
Micah Yujin: no i have clothes on thanks
Loser: I've lost interest.
Micah Yujin: it's BETTER. for your degenerate mind anyways. but you have to agree to it
Loser: ... alright I'll take it, but only if you promise you'll send it and IMMEDIATELY turn off your phone and go THE FUCK to bed.
Micah Yujin: LMAO ok fine whatever
That compromise worked for him anyways... But he wondered how he'd be able to look at you in the face tomorrow, even if online.
That was a problem for the tomorrow Yujin.
He didn't care to edit it at all, if he spent any amount of time looking at himself like that, he may just delete the video before he can rationalize his thoughts. As it was, from his camera folder, he hit send, and went on to fulfill his half of the promise, by turning off all of his devices before any new messages arrived, and going to rest his somewhat guilty mind into a pillow.
And as tomorrow came for Micah Yujin to face the consequences to his actions, he definetly was not expected to be caught this off guard.
He opened Error143, almost having time to regret his decision before noticing the latest message in your conversation.
Loser sent a video.