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The homeowner wasn't visiting him again today. It had been, Skips counted, four days since they last visited him in his shadow realm. Before they left, he noted there were still many dateables they hadn’t met yet, and considering there were literally more than 100 objects in the damn house, they probably got busier and occupied, having lesser time to keep him company.
Skips understood that, he really did. They had other things to do, and he respects that. But a certain feeling suddenly tugged painfully at his chest, and he can’t help but feel his heart sink.
He imagined what they must be doing right now. They’re probably having fun meeting new objects. His heart dropped by the thought.
What if they had too much fun and became more attached to the others than they were to him? What if they realized they were better off without him? What if they stopped caring, left him behind in his dark void, and do just like what Benji and the others did? What if—
He stops himself from spiraling down further, and he curses at himself for thinking such things again. They’ll come back soon, he tells himself, he was sure of it. They got a solid friendship, and the homeowner wasn't like his old friends anyway. They’re different. Plus, there were other things he could do on his own while they were gone anyway.
That’s what he thinks, at least.
Skips sat still within the dark vastness in silence. Groaning, he raises a hand to his head and massages his temples in irritation.
He still misses them. Really bad.
But he can’t help it. They’re just so… them.
From the way they dressed, the way their interests aligned so perfectly that every conversation was endless and fun, their shared love for underground music! the hours spent lost in roleplays and stupid games that made him forget everything else. And hells, that stupid red shirt they always wore.
Then there was them. Their kindness, the way they always listened, always reached out a hand when he needed it. The warmth in their voice, whether they were laughing, talking, or humming to a shared favorite song. Their smile subtly brighter when it was for him. And yet they could also turn around and grin at him with that goofy, mischievous spark in their eyes, bickering with him and teasing him.
In the coldness of his void, he can picture Penumbra all so clearly it made his chest ache and warm.
His Penumbra.
…
A hot, burning feeling suddenly coils deep in his stomach at the thought.
A frown forms on Skips’ lips. Glancing down, he notices a tent rising in the confines of his tight pants. He covers his face in embarrassment, the ends of his flowing hair bristled upwards in a fizzy flush. Goddammit, he mutters, berating himself.
He shouldn’t be getting turned on by thoughts of Penumbra.
But his mind (traitor) kept circling back. He started to remember all those moments, the soft, breathy sounds they made when they were alone in the bedroom, the way they would play with themselves, their fingers gliding over their wet folds and their body shuddering by the contact, completely shrouded in darkness, pleasure—okay, stop.
Skips could feel his face burning again. He drags a hand down his face, cheeks scorching as he curses under breath.
The noiret darts around the empty realm. Thank god there’s no one else here other than him. He exhales sharply through his nose, staring down at his predicament.
Fine. If he’s already this worked up, he might as well take care of it.
Besides, it’s not like he’s got anything better to do while they were away.
Adjusting his position, he lets the image of Penumbra’s touch continue to linger in his mind. He takes a shaky breath, allowing his thoughts to be consumed by such a temptress.
He wonders what they would have done to him in this very moment. Would Penumbra even feel the same way as him? His heart races by the thought. …What if they did?
They would have taken their time with him, he thinks. The homeowner was never one to rush things anyway, they were more patient than him.
Skips bites his lip. They must be the type to tease him endlessly too, he thought. They’d enjoy watching him tremble, squirm and shake, plead and beg, whispering dirty filthy things in his ear before finally giving him what he wants.
The mere thought of it sent pleasant shudders through his body, especially to his dick.
A warm flush washes over Skips’ body, his shadowy hair falling over as long dark strands cover his face. In contrast to the cold dark void, a bright hot yellow tinge covers his pale cheeks and upper chest. A shiver shakes his body, making a noise that’s too soft, too faint to be a whine escaping his lips.
He imagined the ghost touches of their hand teasingly trail over his chest. Copying the image in his mind, his arm rises underneath his shirt, hovering around his chest. He could picture Penumbra’s hands toying with his pert nipples, trailing down to his ribs and sides, their gentle, light ghost-touches sending shivers to his body, before finally, slowly, moving down to his abdomen.
A guttural groan escapes his lips as he teasingly trails his hand down, his dick twitching painfully, restricted by the constraints of his pants. Penumbra would have giggled at the sight.
He imagines them winking at him coyly as they gently slide their hands down his abdomen, kiss their way down until they reach the zipper of his pants and steadily tug them down.
His hands quickly removed the scarf wrapped around his neck. It was getting all too hot now. He fidgets over his lower abdomen, his fingers already unsteady with lust as he works at the button and zipper of his pants. His thumbs dip beneath the hem of the fabric before Skips slowly begins shifting his pants down.
His cock finally juts free from its confinement, already hard and throbbing desperately from between his legs. With bated breath, Skips reaches down and allows his index finger to gently brush over the throbbing head of his cock. He can’t help but let out a shaky moan from the heat of his own touch, imagining it was Penumbra’s.
“Look at you,” they cooed, their fingertips ghosting along the sensitive underside of his cock, slowly tracing the throbbing vein allllll the way up to the tip, before curling their soft hands around him. “The mighty lord of shadows, ruined by just a small touch.”
His other hand moves weakly behind him on the ground to keep balance. He bites his lower lip as he allows his finger to brush over his slit, revelling in the way it makes him shiver. “Mmh–!” a low, pretty noise pushes up from deep in his chest and his back arches, “Hah…”
Penumbra presses a lingering kiss to the underside of his cock, a smirk worn on their pretty lips, before taking him fully into their mouth. Their cheeks hollow as they took as much as they could before moving their hands up and down the rest of his length.
The noiret lets out a hiss as he wraps his hand around his length. Each slow drag of his hand up and down his dick made his breath catch in his throat. He would treat them so good, he thinks. Better than anyone could. After all, he knows just how well to please them, how slow and fast they’d prefer, and all the right spots that get them to melt, thanks to all the times they’ve touched themselves in the dark.
“Hah, f-fuck, g-good,” a shuddering groan escapes Skips’ lips as his heart pounded against his ribcage even louder, chasing the different lewd fantasies in his head with a desperate fervor.
"Let me make you feel good too," Skips breathed between panting, his fingers gently cradling Penumbra's cheek as he tucked a stray lock of hair behind their ear. His hips moved in rhythmic thrusts into the wet heat of their mouth as cold shadowy tendrils slithered upward. Some coiled around Penumbra’s body, longer ones groped over their chest and ass, and a smaller tendril teased right on their heat, the cold pressure rubbing through the thin fabric.
His mind imagined the way Penumbra’s eyebrows might pinch in pleasure, the bobbing of their head stuttering whenever that teasing pressure hit just right on those sensitive nerves, each muffled moan vibrating deliciously up his length while he watched them arch and grind back into those ghostly touches.
“Hn– shit…” He swears softly as his hand became more frantic, working faster over himself as lewd slick noises began to emit from his twitching cock from the amount of pre-cum that dripped down from the tip. He spread his legs wider, his hips beginning to thrust upward into the empty space. The empty space where they should’ve been.
Penumbra's body sank down, taking him fully in one slow, deliberate motion. His head falls back as a deep, shuddering moan escapes his throat, tight heat surrounding him completely. "Look at you," they hummed, a small whine escaping their lips in every small movement. "Taking me so well. You're so beautiful like this. You feel so big. So amazing.”
Their hips rolled in slow circles, grinding as each rotation dragged his cock against the sensitive walls inside them. One of Penumbra’s hands trailed up to his chest, thumb brushing over his nipples before pinching them to stiff peaks. The poor noiret couldn't help but let out a whine. "That's it, Skips," they panted, pressing kisses to the corner of his wet mouth. "Juuust like that," they moaned, picking up speed as they bounced on his cock.
He was so close now, the heat in his lower abdomen growing with every image and every touch. All of his thoughts were just consumed by them.
Penumbra, penumbra, penumbra, penumbra, penumbra…!
A pathetic whine of the homeowner’s name escaped Skips’ lips until his hips suddenly jerked upward in one final, desperate thrust. His body stills completely as ropes of cum spill over his hand and onto his stomach, washed over by the pleasure and panting through the aftershocks.
Skips sat still for a few more moments before leaning back, his body relaxing with a deep sigh. The image of his muse lingered in his mind for a little while longer before disappearing behind his eyelids, fading into nothing as his mind cleared. As he opened his eyes, he stared into the emptiness of the void, and he can’t help the feeling of guilt slowly rising in his chest.
Skips awkwardly straightens his rumpled clothes and wore back his pants and scarf, smoothing out the fabric with slightly shaky hands. It’s totally normal to jerk off thinking about your friend like that... right?
His cheeks warmed all over again.
...
Tomorrow. He'll ask them to turn into a shadow with him tomorrow.