Sam LaCroix (
necroslacker) wrote2012-05-06 08:21 am
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Entry tags:
Room 227 | Sunday Morning
Sam hadn't slept last night. Usually, that wasn't a huge deal since he tended to sleep alone but now that he was living with his girlfriend, it was kind of hard to hide that from her at the very least. He'd laid there for awhile and then he'd gotten up and puttered around the room and eventually went for a walk.
Look, he'd been trying hard to make sure those ghosts didn't appear at night, okay? It was either not sleeping or wearing the pouch and he chose...not sleeping. Because he was an idiot.
But, he was awake now. He had a bowl of cereal in front of him, his skateboard laying wheels up next to his hip and his back against the foot of the bed. A few records were near his feet and one of them was on the record player, filling the room with quiet music.
But hey, he hadn't been entirely unproductive this past weekend. He'd gone into town, gotten himself a job, and now he was eating cereal and was about to fix up his skateboard.
So, things...could be worse.
[Door closed, post open!]
Look, he'd been trying hard to make sure those ghosts didn't appear at night, okay? It was either not sleeping or wearing the pouch and he chose...not sleeping. Because he was an idiot.
But, he was awake now. He had a bowl of cereal in front of him, his skateboard laying wheels up next to his hip and his back against the foot of the bed. A few records were near his feet and one of them was on the record player, filling the room with quiet music.
But hey, he hadn't been entirely unproductive this past weekend. He'd gone into town, gotten himself a job, and now he was eating cereal and was about to fix up his skateboard.
So, things...could be worse.
[Door closed, post open!]
no subject
no subject
Not when his mind was focused on something broad and this required something specific.
no subject
God, she was mean. Or possibly just teasing.
no subject
He could be a mean tease too.
"Enjoy knowing that I'll be doing that just behind the thin little door over there," he added, nodding to the bathroom door.
no subject
no subject
That was...an enticing mental image right there. But, he shook his head.
"I could always enjoy my hands right here while you're holding onto me. I don't let something silly like location stop me."
no subject
no subject
And down came the zipper to let his boxers peek out slightly.
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
And it was pretty erotic knowing she was watching him from behind like she was.
no subject
"Like I'm not even here," she murmured, and kissed his neck again.
no subject
His voice was a little breathier and his hand was moving a little smoother, a little more sure now.
no subject
no subject
no subject
"Yeah," she sighed, sounding vaguely amused. "My guy. Because it's me who's watching."
no subject
That sounded -- and felt -- really nice to say. Sam gripped his cock harder, picking up a little more speed but managing to keep his rhythm smooth and firm. He gasped a few times and even moaned once.
"You're watching."
And he'd blush later when he thought about this.
no subject
She wasn't really thinking beyond this moment right now. Watching his hnad and his cock kind of took priority. "Definitely watching. Perhaps even taking pointers."
no subject
no subject
no subject
Sam's hips came off the bed a little higher this time and his mouth fell open. He wasn't coming yet but he was so close, so close. He kept stroking himself hard and fast, trying to find every sensitive area on his cock but it felt like everywhere was sensitive right now.
He was trying to hold on, trying to give her something memorable to watch even if he knew he'd have to go over that edge soon.
no subject
It was so convenient to not have to blink, sometimes. Also: "Is this where I tell you that tonight, I intend to ride you to within an inch of your life?"
She liked shoving people over edges.
no subject
His hand kept moving, kept stroking until he could tensed up and started coming on his hand and his pants, making a mess but not even caring. He was too busy breathing hard and shivering, her words ringing in his ears while everything else felt tingly.
no subject
Lest he forget she was there.
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)