sinful watchers: the rewrite

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(adj. ) mysterious and entrancing; beyond ordinary understanding.

ꜜ¡ warning/s   male masturbation ¡ꜜ

SILLY LITTLE BOKUTO should've accepted his inner voice's beckoning to resume the much-needed sleep his now-askew pillows offered.

Dawn lousily began its journey to rouse Tokyo's expansive scenery of nightfall – during so, a tempting combination of numbers and letters strung to form a short link that aimed for the content cloaked behind the cryptic code to be swarmed with exposure reached the exhausted male's phone. 

Vibrations berated his nightstand crowded with other trinkets, the surface defenceless against the device's continuous jolts caused by the spam of notifications, the reverberation between the device and the wood relentless until plucked by its owner who begrudging snatched the thin oblong to halt any further commotion.

Bokuto had half a mind to enshroud his face into his crinkled pillow, pretending he hadn't been awoken by the electronic harassment and brisky be lulled into another period of shut-eye. But rationality consumed his sleepy state, and he figured importance must be brewing if the sender was still adamant about waking him. 

'"Oikawa?..." he groggily questioned, seeing his boldened contact name multiply with every attempt to reach him. 

Most male friendships, although not all, consisted of sending vulgar videos to each other, indicating their strong allegiance and brotherhood. The back-and-forth tournament of receiving and delivering explicit content wasn't a regular occurrence between the two boys, however lacking even a pinch of desire to pursue a committed relationship or entertain any woman for that matter made porn an appealing substitution for Bokuto, mainly since sports and determination quite literally consumed him and tailored his admirable personality and infectious energy.

His primary instinct was that the messages concerned their recent endeavour of joining some sports society. However, he was sceptical of his guess as notice regarding a pastime surely wouldn't be so urgent to discuss now out of all the hours offered within the day. Suspicion stirred within him – not that he wasn't trusting of his friend, but more so of the abnormal time he was sending a lone link with no description of what the consequences may be if he were to surrender to curiosity.

Regardless, Oikawa's continuous insistence goaded Bokuto into clicking.

Facial recognition permitted him access, and exhaust tackled his hesitancy – he'd briefly view Oikawa's fixation and retreat to slumber.

His thick finger prodded the blue, refulgent line bordered by the round-edged text bubble, which appeared more evident as his unsteady eyes adjusted to the glaring screen.

Sprouting speeches of dishonesty would get Bokuto nowhere.

Never would he directly vocalise his gratitude for Oikawa's antics of sending him pornographic media; however, this newfound treasure altered that – the common notion of 'sharing is caring' was evident in this specific exchange between them as this particular post drenched the disrupted male to the absolute brim, the newfound discovery an absolute delight and mustering Bokuto to privately praise his friend for his thoughtful distribution to not only himself but assumably his other mates too.

Bokuto Kotaro was pummelled into instant captivation and regained full consciousness – resolving his bleary vision by harshly brushing over his stubbornly straight lashes with curved knuckles and disintegrating residual crumbs littered throughout the roots whilst accidentally tugging the sensitive skin that homed his enlarged eyes.