mostly smut, some of them are quite kinky-ish, just check the individual chapter warnings. the first ones are probably bad, they're older.
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The glow from the screen cast a pale, eerie light across his face, its cold blue tones washing out the warmth of his skin. The only source of illumination in the darkened room. The laptop screen threw his features into sharp relief, casting shadows that made the room feel smaller, more intimate, like a secret he was sharing only with himself. Or rather, with the faceless strangers who might be watching.
He sat on the edge of his bed, his body relaxed but with an underlying tension coiled tight, like a spring waiting to be released. His fingers drummed absently on the keyboard as he glanced at the chat window. Still quiet. The usual rush of messages, the eager greetings, and the not-so-subtle requests were absent this early in the morning. But the emptiness didn't deter him. If anything, it made the moment feel even more charged.
There was something about the stillness, the quiet, that heightened his awareness of himself, of his own body.
Alex had made sure to draw the curtains, pulling them tightly shut with a deliberate, almost nervous motion. The memory of last week still haunted him. The neighbour's shocked eyes meeting his as he sat there, caught in the most vulnerable of moments, his hand frozen mid-motion on his cock. It had been an embarrassing lapse in judgement, one that had left him burning with humiliation for days afterward. But it had also been oddly thrilling in its own way, the stark reminder that he was being seen, really seen, even if just by accident.
He wouldn't let that happen again, though. Not unless he wanted it to. This time, he had prepared. He'd adjusted the laptop's angle with the precision of someone who had done this many times before, because he had, making sure that his face remained out of view. His anonymity was crucial. A barrier between his true self and this private ritual. The rest of him, however, was laid bare, ready to be observed, analysed, and, in a way, consumed by those on the other side of the screen.
He leaned back slightly, the mattress dipping under his weight. The sheets were cool against his skin, a contrast to the heat slowly building inside him from how horny he got himself. His fingers trailed down his chest, pausing at the hem of his shirt before slipping beneath it. His breath hitched slightly, the sensation familiar but no less electrifying for it.
The chat was still quiet, the blank space on the screen reflecting his own restlessness back at him. It was early, earlier than he usually logged on, but the urge had come upon him suddenly, insistent and impossible to ignore.
He had grown used to this. Used to the idea of being watched, of putting himself on display for those who found some kind of twisted pleasure in it. And if he was being honest with himself, he found pleasure in it too. The thought of eyes on him, unseen but always present, spurred him on in ways he couldn't fully explain.
