Just the faint, broken hitch of breath as he shudders beside me.He came. Gay porn I’m leaking precum. My face burned. Replaying it all in my head.His groans, the sudden gasp, the hitch, the wet slap of his palm landing one last time before everything goes quiet. But the longer I sat there, the more charged the air felt. Like it didn’t belong to me.The door creaked open.Footsteps—heavy, casual—echoed on the tiled floor.Shit.My heart jumped into my throat. It felt strange—vulnerable, kind of exposed—but not bad. I imagine his knuckles brushing his thigh, his muscles twitching under the strain of holding back.And me? The sticky glide of his palm working up to the head and squeezing there, tight, before slipping back down. The thought of choosing to deny myself, following Coach’s orders, to put something on that would take the option away entirely… it shouldn’t have made me horny.But it kind of did.Maybe this was what I needed, I justified. Then the faintest squelch—skin on skin, wet and slow. I gritted my teeth, trying to adjust the angle, but it was too late. I didn’t move, I just sat there panting and dripping. I always did.I turned the cage over in my hands again, more slowly this time, letting myself really look at
