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Thup grumbles, getting stirred from his sleep. He was such a deep sleeper, why in hell would he be waking up in the middle of the night?
No matter, all Thup knows is that he can’t seem to go back to sleep.
And what-
What was that sensation?
He sits up on the couch, and very very slowly looks down.
Oh.
Oh.
Thup blushes, flabbergasted by this stir of events.
Why now?
He should ignore it.
But does he have to? He can just visit the downstairs bathroom, handle it himself, Singha won't be able to hear.
Yea.
Yes. Let's do that.
He removes the blanket from his body, and walks towards the bathroom, entering and locking the door.
He slowly pulls down his pants and underwear, sitting down on the toilet seat.
Oh boy.
He is really bulging. How long has it been growing?
No matter, he should get to work.
Knowing he’ll be very, very sensitive, he tentatively reaches his hand down, and makes a very soft line directly up his passage.
He hisses, already feeling like he’ll explode.
I think I’ll use my full hand now.
He takes the same hand down there and forms a fist, wrapping it around his erection, and begins gently stroking. His eyes close automatically, and he lets out a breathy moan. It feels really good. But is there any lotion here he could use? To gain more warmth.
He looks around the bathroom, and on one of the shelves- bingo.
Aveeno lotion.
He stands up, and grabs the bottle in his hand, bringing it back to the toilet. Squeezing the lotion onto his hand, he rubs them together, to get it nice and spread. He then reaches back down and yet again encaptures his erection, starting the motion.
Ah, that’s better.
He closes his eyes for longer this time, letting himself get lost in the sensation. The warmth, the slide, the encompassment. He’s not sure he’ll last much longer.
The motions continue, him getting more and more lost in it. Consistent moans pouring out of his mouth, he moves his hand up to thumb at the tip, digging in to get friction, and then goes back to stroking.
It feels so good.
It grows and grows and grows.
He should hurry up, he thinks, we don't want to wake P’Sing up.
It grows more and grows more grows more and-
“Ahhh!” Thup moans out, exploding all over his pants and the floor, heaving deep breaths in and out, his whole body shaking. He feels better now.
He stays swaying on the toilet seat, trying to get a grasp back. But he still feels really good. Maybe he could get a second one in? Yea, maybe.
We just have to be careful so we don’t wake P’Singha.
He reaches back down, ready for another one.
Meanwhile-
Singha stands outside the downstairs bathroom door, taking in with a smirk everything he just heard. Who knew the “innocent” looking puppy could talk so naughty? Singha had a feeling Thup wasn’t just what he showed on the surface level, and now he got his proof.
He laughs, turning back around upstairs, where he may have his own little problem he has to take care of. Who could blame him?
Thup’s sounds were so pretty.