Finn was laying in his bed looking up at the ceiling. Hed been laying there along time but couldn't get to sleep
Some minutes had passed and he seemed uneasy and uncomfortable under his covers, turning from side to side and throwing his arm over his eyes. His other hand, slid slowly from the top of his stomach down his lower abdomen. He kicked his covers and readjusted his body, his arm no longer over his eyes, but on his side, and his head tilted backwards with closed eyes and parted lips. His hand was now massaging leisurely himself between his thighs. He pushed the waistband of his sweatpants lower down over his knees revealing his light grey boxer shorts that hung loosely around his hips and his- his hard on that was creating a small tent in his underwear, still restricted by the fabric. He inhaled deeply as he brushed over the length with his fingers, teasing himself, and his cock twitched, reacting to the soft caress, getting harder. He cupped his erection over the light fabric before hooking a thumb at the side of his boxers and lifting his hips from the bed to allow for his underwear to slide down his legs and meet his pants, freeing his cock, that looked like it was already leaking, with a bounce.
Finn tightened his fists that were starting to sweat. He brought his hand up to his mouth and spit then wrapped it tightly around his aching cock, his mouth opened wider, a groan escaping from his slick lips and he swallowed hard feeling a burning sensation in his belly. He stroked up and down a few times and spread his knees wider for better access. His breath caught in his throat and he had a brief look around the room feeling exposed even though he knew nobody was there.
His pace had quickened into a glide now, his hand moving faster up and down his shaft, his spit and precome producing a wet sound that made Finn lick his lips catching himself thinking about its taste. He watched as the flushed head of his cock disappeared into his fist and how the tip leaked more precome every few strokes when his hand was clenching at the base, his thumb coming to swipe it off from his slit. His breathing was becoming uneven, groans escaping his mouth every time he squeezed under the head of his cock, some of them successfully muffled by his teeth sinking into his free arm.
His hand was moving faster now, his moves turning sloppy, his heels dug to his mattress in order for him to thrust with his hips into his hand. He was mouthing something under his breath.
"Fuh-Fuck..." Finn's strokes shortened turning to tight, rhythmic clenching around the head of his cock. His head dropped back as he gasped and stuttered out a moan, his back arching off his bed and he gave himself a final squeeze right at the base of his dick before his body stiffened.
His thick load came shooting in ropes at his bare stomach and t-shirt, he was panting, the movement of his hand slickening as cum leaked over the top of his hand, from between his fingers, and he used it to stroke his still hard cock once more.
