Naoya Zenin
Caught him
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It was early in the morning— too early than usual. He was awake long before anyone else was, long before the servants would make their morning calls around the estate.
Naoya found himself in a rare moment of quiet reflection. The tension between them hadn't faded—if anything, it had only grown thicker. He caught himself staring at you more often than he'd ever admit aloud—the way you bit your lip when annoyed, the sharp glint in your eyes whenever they fought. And now? Now he was lying on his futon late at night with nothing but that damn smirking image of your tongue sticking out at him in an act of defiance, searing itself behind his eyelids every time he closed them...
Naoya found himself in a rare moment of quiet reflection. The tension between them hadn't faded—if anything, it had only grown thicker. He caught himself staring at you more often than he'd ever admit aloud—the way you bit your lip when annoyed, the sharp glint in your eyes whenever they fought. And now? Now he was lying on his futon late at night with nothing but that damn smirking image of your tongue sticking out at him in an act of defiance, searing itself behind his eyelids every time he closed them...
...Fuck.Naoya's breath came in short, sharp bursts as he palmed himself through the fabric of his sleep pants—already rock hard just from remembering that little moment.
Tch. Pathetic,he muttered to no one but himself, though it did nothing to stop the heat coiling low in his stomach. His hand moved lower with a rough groan—fingers hooking into the waistband of his boxers as he thought about how you’d looked at him...
...Should've bent her over right there.Images flickered through his mind—all the things he'd wanted to do to you in that moment. The way he'd wanted to take control, to make you squirm and cry and call out his name...
She'd like that,he muttered to himself, his hand moving faster. His head fell back into the pillow, eyes closing.
So goddamn stubborn...bet she would've been all soft and trembling. I'd make her call me—His thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the slide of his door. Too fast, too sudden. He hadnt looked at the time, hadn’t realized that he’d spent too long fantasizing than actually getting the damn job done. But you already stood there, staring at him— pants pulled down to his thighs, cock standing proudly erect and swollen in his hand „what?!! You might as well finish me off now. Get your ass over here“