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Ren leaned back into his computer chair, its base creaking, as he shifted and relaxed his posture; an attempt to force out the tension that had gathered in his lower back and shoulders from several hours worth of unmoving vigilance. His pale face was awash in the bright light of his monitors as he watched the feed of your laptop’s webcam on your desk, his pale eyes occasionally flickering about the four corners of the video, taking in the dark muddied details of the shelves and your other possessions, before training them back onto your sleeping form beneath your blankets.
It was seven in the morning.
Like most instances when Ren was watching you through your laptop’s webcam, he had not slept for most of the night, too eager to mentally document every twitch, roll and sigh you made while you slept. It could be argued that for as long as he had been watching you, it was likely he had seen everything your various cycles of sleep could offer, but tonight’s streaming party, of whom he was the only viewer–as it should be–marked a special occasion he wanted to commemorate.
Ren had finally talked to you in person while at your place of work, the library–or rather, you’d talked to him. And what was more, you'd even found it in your heart to text him right before you were headed to bed, going so far as to thank him, of all things, for leaving his number for you to find at your desk.
To say that his physical reaction to your gratitude was overblown was an understatement; his heart had nearly leapt out of his chest as the heat of his blood rushed to address his rapidly flushing cheeks, and his crotch, as he shakily pinned a reply after a momentary loss of his thoughts.
Even a simple social nicety was enough to send him head over heels for you, as though his love had begun anew. Rediscovering his devotion for you like an amnesiac recollecting that one singular memory that brought everything flooding back into focus–the key catalyst that, once activated, transformed the murky and unknown into a poignant and vibrant realization.
Ren supposed he ought to be embarrassed with how strongly his body reacted to anything and everything you did, but then it wasn’t as if he didn’t usually enjoy it. After all, only you were capable of making him feel the way he did. Only you could inspire such searing and relentless want it left him scalded and hungry and aching for the momentary sweep of your gaze across his face or the barest touch of your finger tips.
The shadow of your shape shifted and rolled over in bed, breaking Ren from his occupying thoughts as he refocused his eyes and took in your stirring figure beneath the pixelated blankets with a growing warmth that permeated all his senses.
What he wouldn’t give to be there beside you now. To curl around you, your limbs tangled together and the sounds of your shared breathes softly echoing the other as he pulled you closer, your head tucked safely beneath his chin as he ran a comforting hand up the length of your spine and down again.
His gut wrenched with longing and Ren watched you toss in resistance to your progressively growing lucidity, his heart full and his skin feverish.
He spared a glance at the clock in the corner of the screen. Seven forty-five.
It wouldn’t be much longer until you would be waking up to start your day–you rarely slept past eight o'clock even on your days off from work.
He recounted your usual off-day schedule of lazing around your apartment as he watched you, a fond smile softening his features.
The creature of habit that you were, it wasn’t difficult for Ren to re-establish your routine to memory once you’d safely moved back to Corland Bay and become settled. Having you fall back into the normal rhythm of things had brought him his own stability, as well. He’d never felt so close to his intended goal–your eventual reciprocated love and affection–before, and now that it was so close he could almost taste it, nothing was going to get in his way until he had you to himself.
Ren’s efforts had been years in the making. He couldn’t, or rather wouldn’t, consciously acknowledge how many painstaking hours of his life he'd spent watching and waiting, doggedly following your every move–as if the secrets of the universe lay somewhere in the brush of your eye lashes or the dimple of your smile–only to have the most opportune moments wrenched away from him before he even had a chance to gain his footing. If he dwelled too long on his failures, he found it difficult to pull himself out of the depression fueled funk it left him in, and he couldn’t risk wasting that kind of time when you were so tantalizingly within reach.
Everything was changing, and so quickly it made him giddy. Now, he could finally and safely lay to rest all his past failures without fearing for their possible usefulness in the future. He’d learned a great deal on the road to your heart, and while he wasn’t quick to do away with the valuable insight that difficult and lengthy journey had afforded him, he no longer had to shoulder the burden of several years worth of contingencies anymore. Finally, he had his foothold, his certainty. All he needed to do now was make the perilous climb to the peak where you were waiting for him.
The first step, of course, was to make it to the date you both had agreed upon just last night–a part of him still couldn’t believe you agreed–and as he looked down into his lap as the sounds of your rustling sheets reached the microphone on your laptop as you finally grumbled into wakefulness, found there was something he would need to take care of first.
Typically, Ren would just rub one out then and there in his computer chair as he watched you shuffle around your room, but this morning was different. It didn’t seem appropriate to let himself go as he normally did, to get it out of the way for the sake of getting it out of the way, not when he would be spending the next several hours of the day by your side. Why not enjoy himself for a change? Why not celebrate the occasion?
That thought alone made his cock twitch in anticipation.
Ren grinned to himself. Snatched his phone where it had sat all night next to his keyboard, pushed back from his desk with practiced ease and stood, his erection hard against his thigh and rubbing against his jersey shorts in a way that was just this side of uncomfortable as he walked. He grunted at the sensation as he made the awkward trek out of his office and next door to his bedroom.
Not bothering with the light as he entered, his feet led him along the too-often followed path to the nightstand beside his bed, which housed his favorite lube as well as other paraphernalia for when he was feeling especially pent-up.
He rifled through the nightstand’s single drawer when he was close enough to open it, his fingers dexterously grazing over the few toys and bottles in the near darkness until he found the nearly empty tube of warming lubricant and a tall, half-empty plastic perfume bottle.
With his treasures in hand, Ren closed the draw with a flick of his fingers, popped the cap to the perfume, and spritzed the scent onto the inside of his elbow and forearm. He then left the perfume on the topside of the nightstand, just within reach should he want it again, before making the short walk to his bed to sit.
Seated at the edge of his bed, he worked his shorts down his thighs with his free hand. His always cold fingers grazing over the pulse of his erection in a way that made him flinch as he freed himself from the confines of his clothes. He shivered in anticipation.
It had been a few weeks since he’d last used your perfume to get off. The irrational fear that its overuse would create some kind of fucked up Pavlovian effect that made being near you impossible, if he so much as caught a whiff of you, worrying him enough to abstain in lieu of other stimulations in the meantime. Now, that fear was far from his mind.
His cock free and perched against his bare thigh out in the open, Ren took up his phone and unlocked it. He went straight to the homemade app he’d developed and opened it. It was around this time that he knew you would be on your phone. For a brief moment, the screen went black. He counted to ten, his fingers tapping out the seconds, and then, as he knew it would, your face appeared before him.
You were situated on your couch from the looks of it–he’d long ago memorized the pattern on the cushions–and reading something, if the way your eyes moved from side to side was any indication. As you read, you hummed to yourself a tune he didn’t recognize.
Not in any hurry, Ren listened intently to you hum, watched you read, waiting. With each passing second his pulse grew faster, his cock heavy with expectancy. Any flicker of emotion would do; a smile, a frown, a haughty roll of your eyes as you regarded whatever it was you were reading with contempt–a personal favorite of his. Whatever look crossed your face, Ren could easily find a way to make it into something more than it was, using it to fuel the growing need that demanded his attention.
With luck, Ren wouldn’t have to wait for very long.
It wasn’t but a few moments more of watching you read, before you took in something that made you stop and cover your mouth with your hand, your cheeks bursting into a very attractive blush. The music swiftly died in your throat, replaced with a soft gasp that made goosebumps rise over Ren's arms. You blinked several times, looking as though you couldn’t quite believe whatever it was you’d just read. You traced over the words before you a second time with squinted eyes, and then you pulled away, giggling in a way that made him want to swallow the sound straight from your mouth.
Ren couldn’t believe his luck. Of all the things you could have been scrolling through that morning, he hadn’t thought it would be something naughty.
On more than one occasion, Ren had caught you reading fan written erotica, usually on your days off or on evenings when you didn’t have any obligations. He had no personal interest in the works themselves, outside of whatever character it was that had caught your attention, and using your interest to aid him in his pursuit of you.
What especially interested him, though, were the moments you let your curiosity get the better of you and you went looking for something that genuinely turned you on, in order to save it away in a secret folder only you (and he) knew about, blushing hot as you did. And from the looks of whatever you were reading, he could expect to see it there among the others by the end of the morning.
Balancing his phone along the length of his left thigh, Ren took the lube into his hand and squeezed out the rest of whatever remained into the palm of his right hand. The warming affects heated his fingers as he lathered it with practiced fluidity in his single hand. His eyes remained glued to the screen of his phone as another bashful laugh escaped the speaker with a breathlessly whispered, “Oh, my god!” as accompaniment.
“Christ, angel–”
How could you sound like that and not be touching yourself? It was almost cruel.
“You aren’t playing fair.”
He bit back a groan as his warm and oily hand pressed and swept along the length of his arousal. The warmth from the lube was quick to start, and his nerve endings ignited red hot as he shifted his hips into his hand momentarily lost in the sensation. It would be so easy to let go right now with how ready he was, with how riled he was from the sweetness of your blush and your hushed exclamations.
The sound of an exasperated whine distracted him and he picked up his phone and held it close to his face, faintly concerned despite himself.
There on the screen, your hands covered your face. Your phone had presumably fallen into you lap, and you were shaking your head from side to side, your face absolutely flushed from where it peeked out from the spaces between your fingers. His brow furrowed thoughtfully. You weren’t usually such a frazzled mess when you read this kind of stuff–not that he was complaining–but maybe this one in particular was hitting all your right buttons...
He stroked himself languidly, slowing his hand to a crawl as he considered. Maybe he would check your browser history before he picked you up to see what all the fuss was about. He was suddenly itching to know, especially for how intensely you were reacting to it.
Ren watched you peer through your fingers and continue to read, and something pooled in the pit of his stomach. A familiar growing heat that overflowed and spilled into all of his limbs. He was awash in it, in you, like he was bleeding out from a wound he couldn’t see or stanch. It was a feeling he knew very well.
Despite the headiness, his pace remained leisurely and deliberate, as he fucked himself into his hand. He circled his thumb around the swollen head of his cock and spread the bead that formed there at its apex across it almost tenderly, pretending it was your fingers instead of his. He groaned and panted hard through his teeth, as he worked himself there on the edge of his bed with your face in his hand. With the way you continued to blush and bite your lip, it was like you were watching him touch himself, instead of reading some raunchy fan work.
He paused in his strokes to squeeze himself gently. His legs trembled in front of him as he breathed deeply, his eyes focused on yours as you stared past him to what you were reading. He squeezed himself a little tighter and then he whimpered your name, the raw catch in his voice lost on your ears. His pace quickened. He rolled his hips, the glide of his slippery grip on himself as he fucked his hand filling the room with the obscene sounds he wished you could here.
Ren fell back onto his bed and continued to rock his hips into his fist, his bare feet scrambling against the carpet to find purchase. He held his phone over his face and watched you lick your dry lips in anticipation. Your eyes were wide and glassy as you leaned into your phone with bated breath, a giddy grin making your cheeks dimple as your shoulders began to shake with contained mirth.
Distantly, he wondered if you would laugh when you were finally under him. Would you make fun of him when he laid his feelings bare for you to judge? His heart tugged at the thought of you smiling up at him as he fucked you into his bed, your cheeks flushed with suppressed laughter. No, he didn’t think you would ever laugh at him, but if you did, he was more than ready to steal whatever it was you thought was funny right out of your mouth, if you let him.
Ren brought the arm with his phone up and pressed the inside of his elbow over his nose and mouth as a peal of laughter loosed from the speaker now close to his ear. He breathed a long slow drag of your perfume and moaned. This close to the phone speaker, he could hear you shifting around on the couch cushions and the 'tap tap tap' of your finger along your phone’s screen as you scrolled.
He imagined, as he breathed in, that he was skimming either side of your waist with his fingertips as you sat in his lap, his touch making you ticklish, making you laugh against him. Your arms would be wound around his neck, your forehead resting on his shoulder, and your shoulder and neck would be bare against his lips, the breath of your laughter against his collar bone making him shiver. You would notice his reaction and immediately pull back to look into his face, a teasing smile quick on your lip. You would pull one of your hand from around his shoulder and lay your palm flush against his heart, your eyes never breaking from his. Then, you would drag your hand up and trace over the line of bone beneath his skin meaningfully with your fingers, dip into the hollows of him with gentle curiosity, gauging his responses with a critical eye and ear. And when his needy gasps gave him away, you would laugh low and soft against him, before placing a flurry of kisses across his throat that would leave him shaking.
Ren dropped the phone beside his head and ran his cold hand along his collar, imagining it was yours, pushing into the dip of his throat and dragging his fingers down and along the width of his shoulders, back and forth.
All too quickly, his chest heaved like he couldn’t get enough air and his fingers closed in hard around his cock, his other arm once more moving to cover his nose and mouth with your favorite perfume, his back arching sharply up and off the bed.
He was close, the build up to release fast coming to a very heavy conclusion, but he wasn’t quite ready to give in to it just yet, and so he slowed his hand, attempting to stave off the urge to come hard for a little while longer. He breathed in deeply and held it in as he refocused his thoughts on you, on the sounds coming from his phone.
But no sound filtered in; your side had gone completely quiet.
He released the breath he was holding and listened for several moments more. Nothing. So you weren’t in the living room anymore. You’d even left your phone behind...
Curious.
You must have put your phone down and stepped away.
Probably in your room, he mused.
Ren picked up his phone and tapped out of your phone's camera feed and into the webcam on your laptop.
He wouldn't cum without seeing you. He refused.
Your room was dark, almost as dark as it would be at nighttime, save for the fan of daylight pressing in through the crack of your bedroom door as it stood slightly ajar.
It was with the aid of that light that Ren could easily see you cozied up against your bed's headboard couched in your several pillows.
“Oh, fuck,” he breathed.
Your legs and ass were bare, your knees drawn up, your thighs rubbing against each other. Something small and hot pink slipped into view between the meeting of your closed thighs, before it was out of sight again. He began to salivate .
Ren listened transfixed to your breath coming out in quiet huffs, watched as the vibrator you worked over your center in short circular motions peak into view over and over, side to side, back and forth, just loud enough to catch through your laptop microphone from the otherwise dead quiet. Your lips thinned as you hit a spot that had you gasping lowly, and you shifted your hips up to meet the small toy against your sex in a compelling tempo. He couldn’t look away.
“Shit–” You pushed out a quiet expletive between gritted teeth, your voice rough with desire. “God–”
Ren’s heart thudded in his throat as he followed the motion of your hips, as you bucked gently against your hand. He counted each second between your thrusts, enthralled by your tightening expression as you inched closer and closer to what you wanted. And once he knew your pace, followed each beat with a matching stroke along his cock.
You made a desperate sound at the back of your throat, and he moaned in response as he mirrored your movements. Your back arched up off the bed and then you rolled onto your side abruptly, breathing labored, but ultimately unsatisfied.
Through half-lidded eyes, Ren watched you sit up and pull one of your pillows between your legs, repositioning yourself into a straddle. Gingerly you slipped the vibrator between your center and the surface of the pillow, your breath catching in delicious gasp, caging the toy against you as you began your pace anew. The arrangement of this new display gave him a full view of your ass as it undulated back and up the length of the pillow. It was almost like you were doing it on purpose.
“Fuck, why are you so perfect?” He whined, as he scrambled to the head of his own bed. He dropped back against his own pillows, his hand still around his cock as he rushed to situate himself comfortably. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”
Laid back like this, he could pretend you were grinding against him.
Ren brought his phone closer to his face and watched you labor away. The small gasps of your breath as you exhaled punctuated by his own as he worked to follow your motions with his own. With each press of your hips, he lifted his up to meet you, until you both moved in tandem. He growled between clenched teeth and thrust up into his hand as you ground down equally as insistent, unaware of how your body now chased his.
“God, if I could just show you…” he bit out desperately.
The quiet, heated keen of your unintentional reply set his nerves on fire, and the previous feeling from before resurfaced and overflowed, until all he felt was you. Hot all over, every muscle pulled taut as the approach of the thing he chased wound tighter and tighter in his navel. It was like he was plummeting from some high place; he didn't want to hit the ground, but he knew he would.
His hand followed you as the angle of your motions sharpened and gained speed. You wouldn’t be much longer, he knew.
Ren watched you, waiting for the crest of your orgasm and the inevitable dive, hoping he could time his own to follow closely with you.
A low, needy wail forced itself out of you as you bared down urgently, your posture curving forward and your hands bracing agains the space of empty mattress in front of you.
“That’s it,” he whispered. “You’re almost there, angel.”
Hastily, Ren rushed to catch up to you, pushing up into his hand hard with each thrust of his hips. The hot friction of his now only partially damp palm was closing the gap more quickly than he anticipated.
“Cum, angel. Come on, I’m here. I’ve got you.”
You rutted once, twice, and then you were arched back, shaking from the effort as your orgasm shot up and through you. Your thighs squeezed together, the sharp intake of your breath the only sound he could hear as you came down and crashed before his eyes.
He groaned, pleasure pinching his brow into something that almost hurt and he arched his back and thrust his hips a final time as he spilled himself out all over his knuckles. He shook, his body and hand locking up as he fell down and down, the wave of his orgasm so strong it knocked the breath from his lungs. Your name tumbled out once as a plea. He begged for you when the the liquid heat of his release reached his wrist. Gritting his teeth, he continued to rub and stroke, whimpering and gasping, until he couldn’t take anymore and his hand fell away to land limply on his stomach.
Ren’s breath came and went in gusts as he shakily brought himself back down to the mattress, every part of him too raw, too sensitive.
Slowly he relaxed back into his bed and turned on his side, the chant of your name as he drifted down from his high a selfish mantra in his head. He pulled his phone back to him, watching you quickly recover and sit up from your doubled over position atop the pillow trapped beneath you.
On shaking thighs you stood on your knees and removed the vibrator from beneath you, turning it off as you did. You eyed the pillow there between your legs thoughtfully and huffed a winded sigh.
“Well, that’s going to need washing,” you said to no one.
You sat back on your heels and yanked the pillow up from between your knees, before you were wrestling it from its pillowcase with only a little difficulty. The pillow extracted, you inspected it by running a hand over its surface.
You hummed, considering.
After a few more moments of deliberation, you tossed the pillow to the head of your bed, seemingly satisfied that nothing had bled through, and chucked the pillowcase into the laundry hamper at the foot of your bed.
Humming the same tune from before to yourself, you picked up your discarded panties and pajama bottoms from the floor and promptly put them back on without delay.
Fully clothed again and a bounce in your step, you left your bedroom, the melody of your voice following after you.
Ren lounged there in the after glow, watching the still of your bedroom with a self-satisfied smile. He allowed himself to revel a little as he closed his eyes and let the quiet settle around him.
It had to be a sign. Your timing was impeccable. The sight of you as you rode out the path to your orgasm, the raw need in your voice as you’d called to it, sweet and needy, your form so gorgeous as you coaxed your hips to the rhythm, that it made him flush to recall it–it couldn’t have been for nothing; a mere coincidence. It had to mean something; a good omen; a sign that things were finally falling into place.
Ren rolled onto his back, hopeful, and stretched like a fat cat after a good meal. He rarely felt so satisfied.
Really, the only thing that would have made the encounter absolutely perfect was if it had been him there beneath you, bringing you over the edge with him, instead of your toy and that pillow you’d shoved between your legs–
Ren’s eyes snapped open and he sat up with a start.
He needed to get a hold of that pillowcase before it made it into your next load of laundry!