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This was one of the most depraved, perverted things that 007n7 has ever done.
Nothing was going to be able to top this; he wasn't even sure why he was doing it in the first place. Maybe he had finally lost it in this hell-hole.
007n7’s eyes drifted to his door only to find out that he hadn't locked it… Surely Guest wouldn’t coincidentally walk in while he was doing this, right? He hoped he didn't, even though that was a pathetic excuse for a lie considering he always had fantasies about getting caught.
Bringing the dirty sock up to his nose, he breathed the stench in deeply, feeling his cock twitch in his pants eagerly. God, it smelled so bad but so good at the same time. The brunet didn't waste a second pulling out his already hard cock, teasing the tip with his thumb; he had to keep his noises to a minimum.w
007n7 closed his eyes, trying to imagine that his hand was Guest’s boot threatening to crush his dick—it was a bit difficult he had to admit. With another deep breath in, he began to hear the subtle sound of footsteps that got louder as they inched closer to his room.
Fuck.
“Hey, have you seen my sock—” Guest spoke once he opened the door, his voice trailing off when his eyes made contact with what seemed to be his sock. In 007n7’s hand. With his very clearly hard dick out. The room immediately filled with an uncomfortable silence and very heavy sexual tension.
“Is that my sock?” His voice was low, threatening yet still had some lust hidden behind all of the other emotions.
“N-no.” 007n7 blurted out before attempting to cover himself with his hands. Humiliation burned his cheeks a red color, finding the feeling to be arousing in a twisted way. The brunet was completely stumped on what to do about this situation except taking whatever Guest gave to him like a good boy, watching as he walked over to him.
Guest stopped when he was just in reach of the other, grabbing his wrists with such force that it had to hurt him which caused the sock to fall out of his hand. He grabbed the sock and stared at it, recognizing it to be the exact sock that had been missing for the past few days. Why was he surprised that 007n7 was the culprit?
“You’re using my sock to get off?” The blue-haired male mumbled to himself, saying it less as a question and moreso a statement. Before he could think about what he was doing, he untied his boots; he hooked his finger under his sock to slide it off of his foot and released 007n7’s wrists. This was just enabling 007n7 more, but that didn't seem to stop Guest.
007n7 felt his breathing get heavy, his cock throbbing in desperation. If he didn't get touched now, he swore his dick was going to fall off—it hurt so badly. Suddenly the smell of sweat and feet filled his nose, realizing that Guest was forcing the sock onto his nose. The brunet’s breaths came to a halt despite enjoying the strong scent.
“What? Not like it all of the sudden?” Guest couldn't stop the small smirk that formed, his free hand resting just above 007n7’s pubes—the touch was teasing.
“Breathe it all in. Now.”
He did as he was told and breathed in, wanting the scent to completely fog up his self-control. Although he was starting to think it already had, seeing as how his hips were thrusting into the air for friction. Guest grabbed the base of 007n7’s cock, making a slow upwards stroke. Slow enough to drive him insane.
“Good boy.” He cooed in a mocking voice, beginning to stroke 007n7’s cock a little faster. Gently squeezing it, he coaxed out a rather loud gasp. Damn, he was really sensitive. Honestly he wouldn't be shocked if 007n7 was already close to creaming all over his hand.
007n7 thrust his hips into Guest’s hand, already sending his orgasm building up in his stomach; he was lucky to last longer than five minutes. One of his hands clung onto Guest’s black t-shirt, looking at him with a needy gaze. There was no way in hell that he was going to last any longer.
It was genuinely so pathetic—shameful—how quick he came.
“I’m close—oh, God—please don’t stop.” He begged pitifully, trying to breathe in the stench of the sock as much as possible. If he had an option to smell it forever, he would chose that. The smell was intoxicating. Guest’s stroked him faster; he craved the sight of the brunet’s semen landing all over his hand.
“Come on, give it to me. Come for, 7. Let me hear you.” Having said that, 007n7 couldn't hold it back anymore, tipping over the edge with ease. A loud cry left his mouth, his eyes rolling back into his head as his come spurted onto the blue-haired male’s hand. 007n7 was practically seeing stars from how hard he came.
Numerous moans and whines along with a few strings of curses fell, his hand still unknowingly clinging to Guest’s shirt. Guest removed the sock from his nose which earned him a displeased grumble, bringing his now jizz-coated hand up to 007n7’s mouth.
“Lick.”
“Wha…” 007n7 froze slightly, his eyes flickering down to his hand while he came down from his high.
“I won’t tell you again. Lick my hand clean.” His voice was commanding, leaving no room for buts or argument. The brunet began to lap up the salty-tasting semen from Guest’s scarred hand; he made sure to get every last drop.
“Mmh,” Guest hummed approvingly. “Atta boy. Next time just ask me for one of my socks, yeah?”
“Yeah, right. Sorry.”