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He was never one to usually watch such obscene medias, and yet, one night he found himself scrolling on a questionable site reccomended by Inter-Knot, while all the other Calydon siblings were asleep. Lighter sat in his bed, his eyes lazily scanning the screen as he scrolled, trying to find something that could take the edge off after a long day. So far, nothing stood out, and he was about to ditch the session and head to sleep when something caught his eye.
Lighter raises an eyebrow, clicking on the thumbnail.
It was you, dressed in the finest lingerie you owned, eyes sparkling as you toyed with your bra strap playfully, hooking a delicate thumb under it and tugging, snapping it against your shoulder with a thwack as your breasts bounced in response.
You're... live? Lighter thinks, seeing the bottom half of his screen covered in scrolling messages, moving every second, suggestive compliments and other high emotions speeding through faster than he could properly digest.
You leaned closer to the camera, pressing your cleavage towards the lens as the viewers went wild, and money started pouring in.
User G00nfest has purchased a Rose Tier!
Immediately, you thanked the camera for the purchase, but continued to show off to the camera.
Lighter began to fidget with the waistband of his pants, feeling his own hard on rubbing against his knuckles through the fabric as his other hand held his phone, gripping it.
It was like you were glowing.
"I'm a little impatient today, so how about I get this stuff off, hm?" You comment seductively, and a stream of "YES" and "PLEASE" filled the chat.
Lighter hitches his breath, a blush crossing his face as he narrows his eyes. He's not sure if he should type in as well or just lurk, silently gazing at the screen in front of him.
You start with your bra, bending down to unhook the clasp, and before long, it tumbles to the ground and you grab one of your tits, feeling the mound in your hand. You playfully pinch the nipple and giggle, before moving your hands lower to remove your panties.
If Lighter had any less self control, he would have started drooling. He reaches down into his pants, stroking himself through his pants as he bites back a groan.
I really shouldn't be watching this, he thinks, recalling how you had only met him the other week.
Previously, you hired Lighter to take care of a bit of hollow business, in which he gladly did the job for. However, once you left, he realized you had left a larger impact on him than he would have liked. So much so that sometimes he'd mistake other strangers for you, blushing and turning away when he remembered your presence. Ceasar and Burnice teased him to hell and back about that.
However, when he had overheard a couple of Nitro-fuel drunk men in the tavern discuss a certain thread on Inter-Knot that helped them "take the edge off when life gave 'em the rough" he was intrigued— to his own dismay.
That's how he ended up here, his hands between his legs, gingerly tracing his fingertips over his shaft while watching the thin fabric of your panties go down your legs and onto the floor. His breath hitches— he holds the phone tighter in his non-dominant hand as he watches you bring the camera closer to your aching cunt.
It's dripping...
Lighter gets the courage to wrap his full hand around the base, doing mini pumps to get himself steady. He sharply inhales to hide a gasp as you bring your fingers to your clit, the sticky wetness forming webs between your fingers as you gasp loudly.
Lighter's incredibly relieved that he has earbuds in right now.
Your knees shake the longer you toy with yourself, and when you bring your other hand up to tease your nipple he bites his tongue so hard he almost draws blood.
Faster...
He jerks his hand more, up and down, eyes glued to the screen. Lighter imagines doing so many things— pushing you against the ground and fucking you right then and there, planting wet and hungry kisses all over your bare skin, using his mouth to lap at your sopping cunt until you finish in his mouth over and over again. Just the thought of doing that to you made his heart race, and his cock pulse harder in his hand as he stroked himself faster.
He watches you cum, your head thrown back as your juices spray out, the chatroom erupting in all caps, a borderline scream ripping out of your throat. In that second, Lighter feels that knot in his stomach grow tighter— and it bursts— a white hot feeling spreading to every limb.
His release spurts out onto his hand, and he takes a second to breathe before he puts down the phone to grab a napkin and clean himself up.
Did I just jack off to some client I helped 2 weeks ago?
Post-clarity hits him like a truck, and he swipes off all the app windows on his phone in a blur, readjusting his pants right after.
I don't even know her.
He shuts off his phone, tossing it onto his nightstand with a thunk, flopping down onto his bed soon after with a dejected look on his face.
Disgusting.
Dragging himself to sit up, he closes the bedside light, and drags his clean hand over his face as he forces himself into bed, staring at the dark ceiling above him as he tries to forget what he just did.
After what seemed like forever, he felt sleep crawl in and drag him into that realm of unconciousness, its claw almost aggressive with shame and guilt pounding through his head.
And yet, when Lighter awoke the following morning, he found a new message alighting his screen.
The moment he recognized your name, he almost dropped his phone.