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For several days, Schlatt found refuge in your apartment while urgent maintenance work was underway in his own place. The relentless clamour of hammers and whirring drills disrupted his ability to record videos, prompting him to seek a tranquil space. Grateful for your understanding, he arrived with a sheepish smile and a few bags, apologizing for the inconvenience. He reassured you that he would make every effort to minimize noise and avoid disrupting your daily routine. Being the supportive friend you were, you gladly extended your help. And to your delight, he brought along his affectionate feline companions, who purred contentedly as they familiarized themselves with the new environment.
In the midst of limited space and an unfamiliar environment, Schlatt ingeniously pieced together a reasonably functional and efficient setup in your spare room. Rising early each day, he diligently recorded his videos, making the most of the resources at hand. When he wasn't occupied with errands or work during the mornings and afternoons, he relished the quieter evenings, savouring your company and engaging in late-night conversations over some takeout and games.
Utterly drained and overwhelmed, you slumped back in your chair, fixated on the incessantly flashing screen before you. Determined not to surrender, you had been locked in an infuriating battle with this level of the game that seemed to stretch on indefinitely. Repeatedly respawning at the same checkpoint, you were mercilessly taunted by the similar obstacles and enemies that stood in your path. Your fingers danced with well-practised precision, each button press a desperate attempt to forge a path forward, yet success eluded you. The patterns of each obstacle, the strategies of each enemy, and even the haunting sound of your virtual demise had been etched into your memory. Frustration mingled with weariness, your resolve teetering on the edge of collapse beneath the weight of continuous defeat.
Grasping the weighty controller in your hand, an internal battle waged within, torn between pressing the dreaded Respawn button once more or surrendering to seek out a mentally rejuvenating activity. Though the inclination to surrender loomed large, a flicker of determination flickered deep within your core. Refusing to admit defeat just yet, you delved into the recesses of your mind, desperately searching for a glimmer of hope. And then, as if struck by lightning, an epiphany illuminated your thoughts, flooding them with a burst of inspiration. Without a moment's hesitation, you sprang from your seat and made a beeline for Schlatt's temporary sanctuary. Imagining him facing the frustrations and setbacks that had tested your patience brought a mischievous smile to your lips.
As you approached the door, a pleasant surprise washed over you as you noticed it was slightly ajar. In the days prior, Schlatt had diligently worked behind closed doors, the firmly shut entrance serving as a clear indication that he needed uninterrupted focus. The sight of the slightly open door now hinted at the possibility of a break in his concentrated efforts, sparking curiosity within you.
Tentatively pushing open the door, your eyes immediately fell on a frantic and flustered Schlatt. Caught off guard by the scene before you, it was immediately evident that he wasn't simply working on his videos; a mix of surprise and arousal wash over you as you watch him pleasuring himself. His large hand eagerly rubbed at his shaft as he bucked his own hips in an attempt to thrust himself further into his tight grasp. His brows furrowed with concentration, the beads of sweat glistening on his forehead as his hand moved with fervour.
Intently watching the video on his monitor in front of him, he sat with his cock pulled over his shorts almost as if he was reacting on a lustrous impulse and immediately needed to alleviate himself of some built-up tension. His arm moved with hast and vigour, betraying a sense of desperation. Standing there, frozen in indecision, caught between two conflicting desires. Part of you just wanted to immediately divert your gaze and slowly creep out having pretended nothing had ever happened, but another part of you was intrigued. Unequivocally drawn to the possibility that the open door was an open invitation, a tacit acknowledgement of some unspoken tension that had emerged between you both.
Schlatt's attention was completely captured by the video before him, struggling to multitask pleasuring himself as a result; his pace haltering as he watched the screen intently. His breathing became more pronounced as he focused on the monitor, with each soft groan in the form of an exhale serving as a release of tension.
You hesitated, reluctant to make any sudden movements. Despite the fact that he had his headset securely resting over his ears, the mere idea of shifting your weight and potentially causing a floorboard to creak, drawing his attention towards you, ignited a blend of anxiety and anticipation within your stomach. You found yourself caught in a captivating mix of nervousness and excitement, uncertain of how the rest of this would unfold. As you stood eagerly anticipating his actions, he continued to thrust himself into his own fisted grip. Swinging his head back and suppressing a throaty groan that had escaped his lips. His chest heaved as his heart rate spiked, and his breathing was somewhat frantic.
Regardless of the fact that he was sitting facing his computer, you could still discern how flushed and sweaty his face had become as he continued to touch himself, the odd strand or two of hair glued to the thin sheet of sweat that blanketed his forehead. Readjusting himself in his seat, his face contorted slightly with a hint of discontent as he reached for his mouse as it seemed he was no longer interested in the video that was currently playing on his screen. As Schlatt swiftly closed the tab of the video on his screen, your social media page came into view, revealing that he had already been browsing it before your arrival.
Caught off guard by the unexpected sight, a surge of shock coursed through you, causing your stomach to plummet and an instantaneous wave of nausea to wash over you. The sensation was quickly replaced by a rush of warmth that flooded your cheeks, signalling the onset of an intense blush. Heart beating out of your chest, you curiously watched as he casually browsed your page, his gaze fixated on the screen. The mix of curiosity and arousal grew within you, wanting to see what caught his attention. With each flick of his finger, your anticipation heightened.
A smirk tugged at the corner of Schlatt's lips as his eyes settled on a particular photo. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, a subtle signal of his growing desire. You couldn't help but wonder which image had captured his attention, your mind racing with possibilities. As his hand moved to adjust the grip on his still-aching length, his eyes locked onto a picture of you in a revealing outfit, and a teasing smile adorned your lips. The tension in the room seemed to intensify, the air growing thick with unspoken desire.
Your phone, nestled snugly in your pocket, suddenly began to ring, as if fate had conspired against you to ruin this moment. The headset that had been previously blocking out all external sound was now nothing more than a feeble attempt at noise cancellation, as it failed to mask the blaring ringtone of your device. In a split second, Schlatt's head quickly swivelled in your direction, surreptitiously sitting forward and using the fabric of his sweatshirt to cover himself. "I didn't hear you come in," Schlatt's lips curved into a smile as he spoke, his eyes betraying a trace of self-consciousness. As you scrambled to silence your phone, you couldn't help but notice the intensity of his gaze. It was almost as if he knew you had been standing there the whole time and was now carefully watching your reaction.
Your face remained fixed on his screen, and his expression became increasingly difficult to read as you watched. His face bore a subtle expression that you couldn't quite decipher, and you found your eyes flitting nervously between the images and his features, searching for some clue as to what he was thinking. There was a palpable tension in the air, not uncomfortable, but charged with anticipation. It felt like a standoff, with both of you silently waiting for the other to make a move, uncertain of what would happen next.
"You could have chosen some better pictures of me to jerk off to," you bit, breaking the silence. Schlatt's eyes widened momentarily, caught off-guard by your brazen comment. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he leaned back in his chair. The tension in the room seemed to shift as if a new dynamic had been established. His eyes stayed fixed on you, occasionally flickering downwards to take in the details of your form as you drew closer. "Or, you could just come over here and finish the job." He suggested, rather sternly.
Your breath hitched at his bold proposition, a mix of surprise and excitement washing over you. The atmosphere crackled with anticipation as you closed the distance between the two of you, your heart pounding in your chest. With each step, your desire deepened, the line between curiosity and arousal becoming blurrier by the second. Standing before him, you locked eyes with Schlatt, the air heavy with unspoken desire. His gaze was intense, unwavering as he watched you, his hand still delicately shielding his now throbbing length. You felt a surge of confidence welling up within you, empowered by the dominant energy radiating from Schlatt.
Without a word, you slowly sank to your knees. The anticipation grew as you reached out, your hand hesitating for just a moment before gently slipping beneath the hem of his sweatshirt, exposing his hardened shaft to the cool air.
He looked down at you with an intense lustrous gaze, subtly biting at the inside of his lip as he intently anticipated your touch. Feeling his eyes burning into you, you couldn't help but be fueled by his desire. With a hungry glint in your eyes, you wrapped your fingers around his exposed length, marvelling at its warmth and hardness. Slowly, you began to slide your hand up and down his shaft, your touch firm and deliberate. Schlatt's breath hitched as your hand moved along his length, his eyes locked onto the mesmerizing motion. A low growl escaped his throat, betraying the mix of pleasure and anticipation that coursed through his veins. Encouraged by his reaction, you increased the pace, applying just the right amount of pressure to drive him wild.
You could feel the urgency in Schlatt's movements, his body trembling under your touch. With each stroke, you matched his rhythm, giving him the friction he craved. His groans filled the room, a symphony of pleasure and desire that fueled your own arousal.
As you continued to pleasure him, your free hand ventured higher, teasingly grazing his inner thigh before cupping his balls. You gently massaged them, relishing in the way his hips spasmed in response. The scent of arousal permeated the air, mingling with the sound of wet slickness as your hand moved rhythmically over his throbbing length. Schlatt's eyes never left you, burning holes into your soul with their intensity. He longed to see you engulf him in warmth and wetness, to have your lips and tongue dance along his sensitive flesh. Unable to hold back any longer, he uttered a strangled plea, his voice filled with need. "Please, take me in your mouth."
A mischievous smile tugged at your lips as you listened to Schlatt's plea, unable to resist his intense desire. Without hesitation, you released your grip on him, moistening your lips before leaning in closer. With your hand still cupping his balls, providing gentle support, you lowered your head towards his throbbing length.
Your tongue began to delicately trace the rim of his tip, tasting the precum that had gathered there. Schlatt's breath hitched at the sensation, his fingers tensing as he gripped the armrest of his chair. Slowly, you took him into your mouth, allowing him to feel the warmth and wetness enveloping him. As you took him deeper into your mouth, your lips forming a tight seal around his length, you felt him grow impossibly harder. Your tongue swirled around him, coaxing every gasp and groan from his lips. Schlatt's grip on the armrest tightened, his body trembling with pleasure.
With each bob of your head, you added a gentle suction, intensifying the pleasure coursing through him. Your hand continued to massage his balls, feeling them tighten in your grasp. In the midst of your passionate actions, the taste of him lingered on your tongue, a delicious mix of saltiness and musk. Schlatt's breathing grew ragged, his hips involuntarily thrusting subtly into your mouth, seeking deeper contact. The sound of your wet slurping mingled with his moans, creating an intoxicating symphony of pleasure in the room.
"That's it, just like that." The words sent a shiver of pleasure down your spine, fueling your own desire. Encouraged by his response, you increased the suction, your tongue swirling around him with fervour. Each stroke of your lips and the tightness of your mouth showcased your eagerness to please him. The sound of your wet mouth moving over his cock filled the room, erotically punctuated by his moans and explicit exclamations.
"You're doing such a good job," he hissed through his teeth, his hips bucking slightly in response to your skilled ministrations. The words ignited a surge of satisfaction within you, spurring you on to give him even more pleasure. The affirmation from Schlatt spurred you on, fuelling your own desire to provide him with even more pleasure. With a newfound determination, you intensified your suction, your tongue teasing and flicking against his sensitive head. Each movement brought him closer to the edge, his hips rocking in rhythm with your mouth.
Schlatt continued to watch intently, his eyes taking in every last detail of your face fervidly taking in his stiff length, glistening with the wetness of your saliva. Your lips moved up and down his shaft, your tongue swirling around his head, savouring the taste of him. The wetness and warmth of your mouth enveloped him, driving him closer to the edge with each passing second. As you continued to worship him with your mouth, the anticipation between you both reached its peak. Schlatt's breathing grew ragged, his grip tightening on the armrest as he teetered on the edge of release. Soft whimpers began to pass his lips, throwing his head back in ecstasy.
The sight of Schlatt giving in to his overwhelming pleasure was mesmerizing. His head thrown back, his soft whimpers filled the room, a symphony of ecstasy that fueled your own desire. You intensified your movements, quickening the pace and taking him deeper into your mouth, eager to push him over the edge.
His climax nearing, Schlatt's grip on the armrest tightened even further as his knuckles began to fade colour. You could feel his muscles tense, his breathing becoming more erratic. The moment hung in the air, charged with anticipation. With one final lingering flick of your tongue, you felt Schlatt's body stiffen and then convulse in ecstasy. His moans escalated into a guttural cry, his release spilling into the warm depths of your mouth. The taste of him, salty yet sweet, ignited your own arousal, a sense of satisfaction washing over you as you continued to pleasure him through his orgasm.
With each convulsion of his body, his moans subsided into deep breaths, his grip on the armrest gradually loosening. As his pleasure gradually subsided, you slowly released him from your mouth, a satisfied smirk playing on your lips. The room was enveloped in a haze of post-orgasmic bliss, the air heavy with a mix of desire and fulfilment.
As Schlatt blinked heavily, it was evident that the intensity of the moment had left him temporarily speechless. His respirations began to even out, his body relaxing against the chair. You couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at having left him in such a state of blissful satisfaction. Schlatt's chest rose and fell with each steady breath, his eyes locked onto yours with a mix of satisfaction and desire. He cleared his throat, his voice raspy yet filled with newfound confidence. "Well, I must say, you certainly know how to please," he stated, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. "Impressive."
As Schlatt concealed his manhood, the explicit energy in the room began to subside, replaced by a sense of contentment and relaxation. The afterglow of your passionate encounter lingered, your bodies still charged with the remnants of desire. He leaned back in his chair, a lazy smile spreading across his face. "I'll keep the door open from now on."