Page 10 of Villain

“It feels good,” he replied, words echoing slightly in the shower stall. He’d remained home alone these past weeks, so there was still no fear of being overheard by his parents. They wouldn’t be back until the day before he was set to leave, which suited him just fine at the moment.

He’d rather them not stumble on this and ask questions he couldn’t answer. It’d been difficult enough to convince them transferring to Branwen’s school was in his best interests instead of against. They thought he was merely grieving and making a rash decision.

They weren’t entirely wrong, but even knowing that didn’t change his mind.

His hand slid slowly, fingers trailing into the wiry hairs that led to his already aching dick, but a tutting sound came through the speakers, instantly giving him pause.

“Not yet,” Maestro chided. “Tell me what the body wash you’re using smells like.”

“Orange and ginger.”

A chuckle crackled from the computer. “Don’t sound so eager, Songbird.”

“Can’t help it,” he admitted, eyes slipping shut so he could block out reality a little better. In his head, he’d painted a million and one pictures of Maestro. Sometimes he was tall. Sometimes he had broad shoulders. Sometimes it was eyes as dark as night. Other times they were as blue as the sky in the middle of summer. But he was always around the same age.

Nix didn’t really care that he was most likely way off base looks-wise, but age…

The last thing he needed was to arrive at school next week and discover that one of his old and balding professors was the man who’d brought him to orgasm several times over. It was a risk he knew he was taking, one he couldn’t get around, but for now, so long as he was able, he was going to allow himself to pretend.

Two more Favors. This one, and then one more and he’d have made it. He’d be crowned a King.

“What are you thinking about?” Maestro asked.

“You.”

There was a pause and then, “Sometimes you say things and I wonder if it’s all part of the act, or if you truly mean them.”

Nix frowned. “This isn’t an act.”

“Right. Tell yourself whatever you need to, Songbird. But do it later. I think we’ve talked you up enough, don’t you? Touch yourself for me. No—” his tone sharpened when Nix reached for his dick again, “—not there. You know where I want those long fingers of yours.”

Nix nibbled on his bottom lip and turned around, presenting his rear to the camera before he leaned forward and pressed his forehead against the slick light gray tiles. His right hand wandered back, fingers tracing his crack before he found the right spot. At the first feel of his pointer prodding at his rim, he groaned.

“You have pretty hands,” Maestro said. “Have I ever told you that before?”

He shook his head as he worked that finger inside and stared down at his weeping dick. He desperately wanted to stroke himself but knew doing so would earn him a scolding, so he refrained.

They’d settled into a silent agreement of sorts over the weeks. Nix did everything he could to please Maestro, and in return, Maestro took extra care to ease Nix into things. That’s why they’d talked so much beforehand. The other guy didn’t give a fuck what his body wash smelled like; he just knew Nix was still nervous in the beginning.

It was kind of sweet…Almost enough to trick him into the illusion that this was fully consensual and he wanted to be here.

Almost.

“Insert another finger, Songbird.” The sound of a zipper going, followed by a sharp inhale filled the room.

He was touching himself.

He was touching himself to Nix.

Why was that so hot?

Another bead of precome spilled from his slit, plopping onto the shower floor between his feet, and Nix let out a whine even as he slipped in another finger. The stretch felt amazing, with no sting at all. Considering he’d done this even on the nights when Maestro hadn’t contacted him, that wasn’t surprising.

Before, he’d only managed to masturbate every now and again since he’d been living in the college dorms with a roommate. Since meeting Maestro, however, Nix hadn’t gone more than a day.

He needed to earn that crown so he could put an end to this before he became some kind of sex junky.

Nix pulled his hand free and then shoved in three fingers at once, almost missing the dark laugh that came a moment later.

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