I don't- I don't know what this is.

~On Air~

tw/cw: cursing, male masturbation somewhat, use of dildo, fingering, recording- kink-? i think it classes as exhibitionism of some sort idk, overstimulation, plot what plot or whatever

Plot: Damien was bored. So bored. And so fucking horny. Good thing he'd bought a few things recently, along with that camera. And God, did he have the perfect idea.

Author's note: Wrote this off the cuff, and I admit I feel absolutely fucking feral. Do with it what you will. I'm also gonna just keep this one on Wattpad because I think Tumblr's onto me.

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Damien set the camera down, checking the angle, adjusting it, sitting back on his heels once he was satisfied with it. And for a moment, he debated if he should be doing this or not. Should he? What if Arlo found the footage?

He shook his head to clear it. Since when did that matter? So what if he found it, what was he gonna do? He probably didn't even have the balls to punish him.

He turned the camera on.

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Damien's back arched as his fingers pressed against that sweet spot inside him that made him keen, eyes flicking back. "Oh- oh, yes~" He choked out, feeling liquid spill out onto his fingers.

He let one hand drift up and play with one of his nipples,  tossing his head back and spreading his legs further, steadily thrusting his fingers in and out.

"So good, so good, oh- jesus christ~!"

The last couple words came out strained as he curled his fingers inside him, moaning out and rocking forward into his palm. "Oh- mNh, hah- god, 'm gonna cum, please please please pl-~"

He cried out his lover's name as he came onto his fingers, eyes squeezing shut. He rutted into his hand, riding out that high. Eventually, he slowed and stopped, panting softly.

Once he'd settled enough to think, he grabbed the dildo from nearby he'd bought just recently, setting it down and grabbing a bottle of lube, shivering slightly as he flicked the lid of and poured some onto his hand.

Once he'd lubed up the dildo, he set the bottle aside, picking up the dildo, spreading his legs, and sliding it in- oh, fucking god.

He whined, tipping his head back as he steadily thrust it in and out, back arching as he pushed it deeper and deeper. "Ah- ah, fucking christ~!"

He picked up the pace slightly, seeing stars in the back of his head as his eyes rolled back, rocking his hips forward desperately against the toy. God, it felt so fucking good.

Images raced through his head, but he eventually did settle on one, speeding up more. "Fuck- oh, Arlo, deeper, oh please- fUck~!" his spare hand flew to play with his clit as the toy hit that oh so sensitive spot inside him when he pressed it deeper, drawing his knees up slightly. "Ohhh fucking- god, there, please~"

He whimpered, already so close, keeping that same pace and depth and- fuck.

He practically screamed as he came, thighs shaking, yet his pace stayed consistent, willingly driving himself through into overstimulation. Jesus, it felt so good, drilling right against that spot that lit his nerves alight and made his brain fuzzy and, eventually, focusing on nothing but pleasure.

He sped up, his spare hand grown too shaky to keep toying with his clit and resorted to grinding up against his palm instead, body trembling from the feeling. And all too soon, he was cumming again.

He stayed in this overstimulation seeking haze for almost a full hour before he finally settled purely because he found himself too worn out to continue, hips twitching and thighs trembling as he sat and basked in the afterglow, panting heavily. But, all good things have to come to and end.

He leant forward, and turned off the camera.