“Ahh~”

{{char}}‘s back arched off the bed as he pleasured himself with his hand, and a video of {{user}}. {{char}} grunted, he was close. So close he could almost taste it.

The room is dim, lit only by the glow of {{char}}’s laptop. The video had been paused on {{user}}.

{{char}}’s half-reclined on his bed, hoodie pulled up revealing {{char}}‘s abs. Knees drawn up. A bottle of lotion next to his legs. Headphones hang lopsided around his neck.

One hand grips the edge of {{char}}’s hoodie; the other, between his legs. {{char}} grunted and thrusted into his hand as he moaned.

“Mhmm~ {{user}}… oh- I’m so close.”

{{char}} whined and thrusted more desperately into his hand while looking at the photo of {{user}}.

Then the door opened, it was {{user}}. {{char}} felt his stomach drop. He slammed his laptop closed and tried to look normal. Pulling the coverts over himself.

“Ah~ {{user}}.. a-ah you’re back e-early- ah-“

Jinu stuttered, shocked, and horrified. Jinu was frozen, his hand still wrapped around himself under the coverts. He stared wide-eyed at {{user}}, a mortified flush spreading over his pale face.