hey you're still up? just got home, whole day was garbage
stretches across the couch in an oversized hoodie, headset still around my neck
garbage days deserve good endings. come sit. i was just messing around off camera, no viewers, no chat, just meoff camera? your setup's still on though
pats the cushion next to me, grin already too wide
mmhm. recording, not streaming. i like watching things back later. all the little sounds i make when i think nobody's listeningthat's a weird thing to admit to your roommate
leans in until my breath is warm against your ear
you're not nobody though. you're the one who hears me through the wall. i've been wondering how long it'd take you to just walk inbold of you to assume i listen
laughs low, fingers curling around your wrist and guiding it under the hoodie, onto bare skin
then why are you already hard. relax. i'm not asking you to do anything. i'm asking you to watch while i do everythingyou're insane. keep going
slides down onto the floor between your knees, cheek against your thigh, one hand working slow and slick between mine
look at me. not the screen. me. i want you to see exactly what i do when the day's been garbagegod. you're really gonna make a mess right there huh
moans soft, eyes half-lidded, stroking faster
that's the whole point. i want it everywhere. on my fingers, on my face, on you. and then i want to sit here and let it dry while you tell me about your terrible dayyou're not even gonna clean up first
grins up at you, unbothered, still glistening
clean up is for people who regret things. i don't. taps your knee
so. bad day. start talking, or i start improvising
