Garrison Fawkes’ POV

I had not achieved relief earlier, too blissed out from Uriel’s massage to seek my climax. But that only meant that I was more…excitable than I usually was. Valiantly but futilely, I tried to sleep anyway. 

Nothing worked and I reached for my aching length with a frustrated sigh. Biting back a groan, I rubbed the base of my cock, willing myself to clear my head. I told myself to get it over with quickly and not think of anyone while I touched myself.

My fingers circled my stiff flesh, tugging quick, dry strokes to bring myself to completion. It felt good. 

I kept up my ministrations for far longer than it usually took me, gritting my teeth in frustration. No matter what I did, it wasn’t enough to reach orgasm. I needed more. The bottle of oil that Uriel had used earlier stood innocently on the small cabinet in the corner. I grabbed it, spilling some on my fingers.

The vial was replaced on the cabinet and I bent over the bed, chest warm with humiliation and arousal. If Uriel entered the cabin right now, they would see me presenting myself like a wanton. Still, I couldn’t have stopped myself from circling the rim of my entrance with oil-slicked fingers.

My legs trembled when the first knuckle of my middle finger breached me. I pressed my hot face into the cool fabric of the bed covers, my other hand clutching weakly in them.

I pushed my finger in further, closing my eyes with a quiet “uh”. It had been a while since my last sexual encounter and even longer since the last time anyone had had this kind of intimacy with me. My muscles were tight.

As soon as I’d relaxed sufficiently around my finger, I pushed in another. My grunt of discomfort was muffled by the sheets and I panted shallowly, willing myself to relax. The burn was familiar and not at the same time. I scissored my fingers, slowly stretching the ring of muscles at my entrance. 

Miraculously, Uriel did not return in all the time I’d taken to finger myself. I couldn’t have taken hours to prep myself, but it had definitely been a significant amount of time. Enough for Uriel to have come wandering back. I don’t know what I would have done if they had returned. Probably died of shame.

My cock twitched lightly at the thought. Part of me wanted Uriel to come back. To see me bent over and press into me, pale fingers dipping inside and touching that sensitive bundle of nerves. I wanted Uriel to take me from behind like this as they leaned forward and whispered how shameless I was being by touching myself when I had a roommate.

I gasped when the tip of my finger brushed my prostate from a particularly desperate push. 

“Ah,” I cried into the sheets. “Yes!”

In my mind, Uriel chided me gently as they rocked into me, nudging the head of their cock into my nerve bundle. It would feel amazing; they would claim that I was being punished for being so naughty, that this was the consequence of my actions. I wanted it so badly that my cock was dribbling pre-cum all over the polished wooden planks of the floor. I wanted.

It was that thought that ultimately pushed me over the edge. My back arched in pleasure as my cock was spent on the floor and the sides of the bed. Muscles clenched tightly on my fingers that were still in me. I closed my eyes into the bedsheets again, pretending that they hadn’t absorbed the moisture from my errant tears. 

When my legs could stand again, albeit shakily, I washed my hands in the bowl of water and wiped up the mess. My climax had left me dazed and it took a few moments for me to get back up after I’d cleaned my spend from the floorboards. I crawled back into the bed after, pulling the blankets up to my chin, shivering as the cool night breeze dried my sweat and wishing it wasn’t so cold.