Weird

  This story was thought up as fantasy fodder, then pieced together from the shards of a dream that never quite was.

  The sheets, dampened with sweat and other things, had been thrown to the floor. Souichi lay there, panting with fury and arousal as cool moonlight trickled onto his feverish skin.

  Fuck! Gotta...

  Barely coherent, Souichi unbuttoned his shirt before running his fingers up his chest. Shuddering, one hand remained to nudge and rub a nipple as the other wandered downward to slip under the elastic waistband of his pajama pants.

  He hesitated, but his surging need soon overcame it.

  An irrepressible moan was torn from his throat as his hips immediately leaned into the touch. Growing bolder, Souichi freed himself from his constricting clothing. There was a moment of shame, as he had to remember how Morinaga touched him, but it was soon drowned out.

  As he writhed, he shrugged off his shirt and his boxer briefs slid further down his twitching legs.

  Soon, he rose higher and higher, his pleasure and speed building as quickly as his frustration.

  Why can't I...?

  Panting, Souichi lay still as he tried to figure out a solution to his... Problem.

  He blushed deeply as a memory, a memory of Morinaga, surfaced. As Souichi remembered that night of torment in Canada, he was horrified by his body's reaction.

  No, there's... I... That's too...

  Souichi looked at a nearby pillow, as though he were averting his eyes from a gaze that wasn't there. He shut his eyes tight for the few moments it took for his internal battle to be resolved.

  Driven by the need for relief, Souichi parted a few of his fingers and watched the fluids on them form bridges between the gaps. Swallowing nervously, the hand inched its way down to his entrance. It twitched under his fingertip.

  Before he could wuss out, he slowly plunged his finger inside. A familiar pressure invaded him, but he could also feel himself clench around his finger. After a moment of getting used to it, his finger began to thrust.

  Gratified, Souichi continued masturbating hazily. It wasn't long until he added the second finger. This continued, until his fingers hit something and his back suddenly arched.

  A choked moan erupted from his throat before he could stop it, and it sounded disturbingly like a name.

  Doing his best to ignore the thought, Souichi searched inside of himself for that spot. Once he found it again, he continued hitting it until his orgasm crashed into him without warning.

  With no time to prepare, a cry spilled from his throat, disturbing the stillness of the night.

  "Mori... Morinaga!"

  Souichi pulled his hands away from himself and lay completely still. He gasped for breath as his thoughts regained clarity.

  His eyes widened and he shot into a sitting position.

  I just...!

  Souichi shuddered in revulsion as he realized what he'd done.

  What the fuck?

  He was pulled from his thoughts as something dripped onto his inner thigh, which was still slick with things Souichi would rather not think about.

  His hand was covered in his cum, dripping down his arm.

  ...Shit...! I need a shower!