Cecil sat at his desk, holographic monitors that he wasn’t paying attention to lighting up the room. Late nights were familiar, usual even. They were welcome, while loneliness crept in like an unwanted family member at thanksgiving. Foreboding in the back of his mind as he unzipped his pants.

Cecil took quiet nights as a gift from the universe, finally letting him come unraveled for just enough time to keep himself sane..

It’d been so long, so agonizing in the shadows.. So long since he’d felt the touch of another, there were options.. sure. But he had more self respect than going out and renting someone.

”Hah..”

He inhaled sharply, his mind echoing sweet nothings and fantasies that’d been holding him captive since the last time he’d had someone in bed with him.

When was the last time..? He couldn’t even remember that. It’d been at least a decade..

Cecil sat at his desk, legs spread as he imagined it wasn’t just him touching below the belt, but someone else.

His body was taut with tension.. Aching for relief as he quickened his pace… Closing his eyes.. It wasn’t enough in his mind, but it was enough to satisfy his body..