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This was a terrible idea.
Not only was the area known as the backdoor not really a romantic retreat, but it doesn’t exactly come with anywhere private. Blitz, Haste and worst of all, Curious could just waltz on by and see what you were up to; that is if Curious is already just somewhat aware of what is going on already…
“Are you… sure we’re alone?” you say with poorly concealed nervousness, eyes not moving off the ground where they are fixated. Prior to this little rendezvous, you’d collected a bunch of fabrics for you to sit on the ground with, as well as a large collection of Curious Light’s bath water those Curious vial’s, at Lookman’s personal request. You dread to think what they could be used for.
You don’t see them, but you can feel Lookman’s gaze trained on you, anticipating the things to come.
“Yes. Proceed” comes the voice of the entity floating above you; its monotonous tone and lack of any movements whatsoever belies the excitement that it feels.
“Alright then…” you mumble.
You can’t help the slight tremble in your fingers as you begin to slowly peel off each article of clothing that you are wearing. Fumbling fingers struggle to get a firm grasp of the hem of your shirt as you remove it up and off your form. A slight shiver escapes you the moment the skin of your chest is exposed to the cold basement air. It doesn’t get any better when you remove your footwear or your legwear; in fact, the nervous trembling only gets worse. If someone walks in now…
You’ve got to remove your underwear too…
“Stop” Lookman commands, startling you slightly and leaving you with very little to conceal your dignity. “You will touch your chest first”
“Mmhm…” you mumble out meekly. Oh, just what you needed, something to make this whole thing last even longer.
You’re… not too sure what Lookman expects you to do, leaving you just awkwardly rubbing your hands along the front, occasionally pushing your pecs together. Ah, wait! They probably want you to play with your nipples a bit.
Your fingers are so very cold, matching that of the air around you. The first tentative touch of your fingers against the hardened nubs sends immediate jolts throughout your entire body which ceases all movements in you for a few seconds.
“Continue,” Lookman demands. You comply.
Your open palms caress the sensitive skin with much caution, slow and wavering; you just want the friction of your actions to warm your hands up a bit so that this will become easier for you. Lookman’s gaze is still on you, you can feel it. It drips with impatience. Your shy actions teasingly delay it from getting what it wants from you sooner. Your hands are warm now- either that or your skin is growing accustomed to the cold- you can… give Lookman a bit more of a show. Hands retract barely an inch away from the skin; index finger and thumb on both hands hover closest to the little buds jutting out of the skin. A moment passes. You pinch the two together, letting your nipples obstruct them for ever truly making contact with each other. Jolting pressure makes a hiss escape from your throat. Or was it Lookman that hissed out? Maybe both? You're too focused on your own task to truly know. The rubbing motion starts slow, but you speed things up soon enough when the pain and pleasure begin to blend together in a beautiful cocktail.
“Look at me” the entity instructs. Without stopping what you are doing, you look up at the floating entity.
The pain that struck through your head was immediate and- fortunately- muted. It still hurt a little as it rang through your head. You wince slightly, and struggle to keep your fingers moving through the numb pain.
Lookman really does enjoy watching others in the act, but what really gets them going is when the person they are observing meets their gaze as they are doing it. Shame that doing so is harmful for humans… and there is only so much of Blitz’s antics it can watch before it wants to sample some other delicacies. You now know why Lookman had you collect those vials.
You down one of the five vials like a cheap liquor shot. The pain leaves your body just as quickly as it arrived.
“Do you wish to continue?” Lookman asks. You now know fully what this will entail, and they want to know if you are still willing to provide for them.
“Yeah…” you reply.
“Good. Stop that now” you comply, letting your hands fall into your lap. “Take off your underwear”
Ah, they’re wanting to move on to the more fun things. The nipple play was just to warm you up a bit. You’re thankful that they would have the patience- if just a little- to get you going as well. Your hands take the hem of your underwear, and you shimmy them down your legs until they are off. You hold the last article you were wearing in the air in front of you for a couple of seconds, before twisting your arm to one side and dropping it dramatically to the floor with a soft thump.
The cold air against you is near negligible under the intensive heat of Lookman’s stare, simply radiating with a longing powerful enough to set your skin ablaze. If they had a form that would allow it, you probably wouldn’t still be sitting here.
“Start with your balls” Lookman says, low tone sending a shiver down your spine. “Nothing else”
Ever the obedient actor in Lookman’s show, you comply. Your already semi-erect dick weeps at the lack of attention, so close but not quite there, as you softly massage the sensitive sacks.
“Look at me” that instruction came again, and in spite of knowing how it’ll hurt, you do so.
Lookman’s form seems to fizz in and out of reality a little bit when you do, but other than that they remain where they are. One hand leaves your body so that the second vial can be chugged down to make you feel better once more. The hand doesn’t return to what it was doing, instead you place it on the ground beside you, to help keep your balance. You might lose that down the way.
“Look at you. You want to touch yourself so badly, don’t you?” Lookman teased. There’s no way for you to deny it really, the flaccidity from your member has quickly left, leaving behind only rigid awareness- anticipation. “Well? Beg”
“Please-” you huff out, eyes firmly trained to this one spot on the fabrics you were sitting on. The pounding of your heart could be mistaken for a heart attack, in any other situation. There was no medical crisis of the kind here; the only crisis you were experiencing was that of which was being caused by your own arousal. All your nerves from earlier were being replaced with it. “Please”
“Please? Please, what?” Lookman won’t give you the order unless you ask really nicely…
“Please let me- please can I touch myself?” you whine out pleading.
“Aren’t you already? What more do you desire?” If the entity had a mouth, it would be smirking down at you. You groan loudly at their further delayal.
“Please can I just… touch my dick already!” you cry out.
“See, that wasn’t so hard!” it laughs out teasingly. “Well, since you were such a good little human, I don’t see why not! You may-” The approval all but has the active hand racing to your shaft in an instance, ready to do what you desired. “-Actually, I have an idea!” And you wished you could punch the entity right now. “Why don’t you take one of those little vials and… pour in on top. Might help with the friction”
You groaned even louder this time, but you still reached over to one of the small vials and picked it up, ignoring Lookman laughing at your disappointment once again. If you were of a more sound mindset, you might question the validity of using this stuff as lube, but right now if doing so would get you off faster, then that was what you were going to do.
If Lookman expected you to do a sexy, slow pour of the curious liquid, they were going to have to experience their first disappointment of the day. You practically just ripped the cork out the top and poured it all on top. The liquid isn’t cold, nor is it hot. You could only really describe it as ‘just so’. There’s a few seconds where both you and Lookman are transfixed on your shaft, watching the glowing liquid dribble down from the top, across the surface of your balls and slowly drip onto the flow.
“How… hasty-” Lookman eventually remarks. “-Well, I suppose you did as you were told. I’m not gonna delay you any further. Proceed. Slowly.” They’re not taking chances that you’ll just rush through the next moments and leave them high and dry.
You take yourself in one hand, with it immediately becoming coated in a layer of the curious liquid too, gently grasping at the tip of your shaft. In your boldest move yet, you look up at Lookman at the exact moment you make the first pump of your member, letting your hand quickly plunge to the base.
The entity lets out a strangled noise and disappears from your sight for a few seconds, only returning when your attention is diverted to the vial you drink for recovery.
The return to the top and subsequent strokes are as Lookman demanded, slow, careful and rhythmic. You focus in on it, nearly forgetting Lookman’s presence entirely as you slowly work yourself towards completion. Their silence is a stark change from how bossy they had been up to this point; Lookman’s eyes are just as fixated on you as your own are, more so;
hypnotised and enthralled by the action they are. It is eventually snapped back to reality, remembering that they are meant to be in control here.
“Put a little more effort in” it commands. You do.
You adjust yourself so you are sitting more comfortably, before allowing your other hand to join the first just below it. A little faster as well. Up and down in just under a second now.
“A little more” it further demands. Or is it telling you where it is? Both, perhaps. You continue to obey.
As your hands move up and down, you twist them slightly, adding to yourself new sensations for you to enjoy. The wet palms of your hands glide nicely over every inch of sensitive flesh, every tender protruding vein that your core has to offer. Oh, how impossible it is to stop the shaking breaths and deep pants now as your trembling body finds itself drawing nearer and nearer to that sweet release.
Lookman doesn’t order you to, but you go as fast as you can, chasing that release as fast as you can. So. Very. Close.
“Look at me”
Your head snaps up in an instance. Your eyes meet with the glowing hues of Lookman’s and you barely even notice the pain that shoots through the back of your head. How could you, not when your body shatters under the tidal wave of your release. Hot ropes of your cum spill out of you as you groan loudly, falling back onto the pile of fabrics you sat on.
The ringing is louder than it's ever been, and a lightbulb or two somewhere in the smash to pieces. The noise Lookman makes is… strangled and loud. Body fizzing and distorting in front of, becoming more and more unstable until-
-They simply disappear.
You don’t question it, you simply lie there, panting heavily and trying your damned hardest to catch your breath. You struggle through the bliss of your high.
You don’t notice the door open, nor that you weren’t the only one in the room, not until a familiar glowing entity is standing above you, grinning down at you with wide teeth.
“Oh, hey, human! I guess Lookman got you ‘performing’ for them too, huh?” Blitz states casually as they slowly amass the cleanest of fabrics to cover you up with. You don’t have the energy to feel embarrassed.