Page 37 of Bloody Temptations

Fuck. My feet strain against the bedding to find purchase as I fuck harder into the tunnel of my fist. This is going to be over so fucking quickly, but I don’t care. I’m desperate for it. For Finn.

Gods tits Kai. I’m at work. Fuck.

I was on a CALL

I had to get off and run to the bathroom. Fuck knows what my manager thinks with the way I legged it.

I manage to pull myself back from the brink of the orgasm threatening to crash down on me. My balls are high and tight to my body so I let go of my dick to roll them in my slicked up hand. It’s enough to keep me hovering at the edge without tipping me over.

Sorry?

No need to be sorry. Seriously. Not at all.

Is that… is that because I watch your videos?

Gods, he’s absolutely killing me here. I groan and let my head drop back, squeezing my eyes shut before replying. I hate typing one handed, but there is no way I can let myself go now. My fingers wander down lower, massaging my taint before going back to my balls, squeezing them almost too tight, just to keep myself under control. My body feels like it’s going to explode.

Yes. Is tht a prblm?

I can taste the blood where my fang has ripped into my lip. I lick it up desperately. It’s nowhere as good as getting it off someone else but it’s still fucking good.

The only problem here is that I’m stuck in the work toilets hard as a rock.

I actually think Finn might kill me.

Cn I c?

My hand goes back to my cock to stroke from root to tip, twisting around the head. Up and down, then all over again while I try to hold back the crushing orgasm threatening to take me down.

Fuck, Kai. Are you… right now?

Prblm?

This is either going to go amazingly well or be the dumbest thing I’ve ever done in my life. I mean, we’ve literally talked about the pervs at his work, and here I am, getting off on text with him.

The tendons in my neck feel ready to snap as I shuttle my hand up and down, teetering on the very edge.

I want to see. Show me.

Godsfuckingdammit. I drop my phone on my stomach scrambling to switch apps. The video is short and shaky, but I manage to get everything in frame. My hand flies over my cock in a blur. The base visibly jerks on the screen as my orgasm rushes up and the first streak of cum shoots from my head.

My body curls in on itself and then flexes back out as I stroke myself through my release. The phone trembles with my quivering movements, and I lose sight of the screen and the view of my cum coating my stomach in thick pinkish-white streaks when my eyes screw tightly shut.

It takes every last brain cell to not cry out his name when I come, managing to turn it into a harsh cry instead.

I manage to press stop on the video before I drop my hand, taking a second to enjoy the pleasure rolling through my body. Shaking off the high pitched ringing in my ear from my rapidly changing blood pressure, I shoot the video through to Finn before my post nut clarity kicks in.

My hands lightly dance over my bare skin, coasting over my peaked nipples and the lines of my stomach. Everything feels electrified, even my toes are tingling a little bit.

I enjoy the bliss rolling through me while I wait for his reply. I don’t have to wait too long. Roughly exactly as long as the video and however long it took for him to hammer out a hasty reply.

I’m off work in three nights. Can I see you?

Best thing I ever did. Knew it.

It’s a date x

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