[Unaware of just who was outside, Prompto ignored the knocking. They would go away eventually, right? The slight curiosity wasn't enough to make him get up from his bed and was quickly buried under everything else he was feeling. More... pressing feelings.
He whimpered again as he touched himself more. Two fingers curled within him to press firmly against that spot inside of him before they moved out of him until just the fingertips were left inside, then they were roughly shoved inside again. His other other hand rubbed and pinched and tugged on his nipples before nails dragged down his skin so he could palm his erection. Fingers teased over the head before he wrapped them tightly around it. He pumped himself with a teasingly slow pace, matching the motion of his hand with the fingers inside him.]
More...
[He moaned and pleaded with himself, but he kept the pace. It wasn't the teasing as much as it was...
Thinking about them. Imagining them doing this to him with more than just hands and fingers. It only reminded him that it wasn't enough. He didn't have enough. There wasn't enough sensations, not enough affection, nothing bonding in the act and not even enough pleasure to make up for it. It only made his emptiness feel deeper, yet he couldn't just stop what he was doing.
Quickly, he added a third finger to the two inside of him. He gasped. Not in pain, but in the pleasurable feeling of the sudden stretch. Of course it still wasn't enough. He adjusted too quickly, his body made for something even bigger. He nearly cried again, the frustration getting to him despite the actions that should have only brought him pleasure.]
Please, please...
[Please let his imagination be enough. Just this once.]
Guess you guys get a masturbation reply >.>
He whimpered again as he touched himself more. Two fingers curled within him to press firmly against that spot inside of him before they moved out of him until just the fingertips were left inside, then they were roughly shoved inside again. His other other hand rubbed and pinched and tugged on his nipples before nails dragged down his skin so he could palm his erection. Fingers teased over the head before he wrapped them tightly around it. He pumped himself with a teasingly slow pace, matching the motion of his hand with the fingers inside him.]
More...
[He moaned and pleaded with himself, but he kept the pace. It wasn't the teasing as much as it was...
Thinking about them. Imagining them doing this to him with more than just hands and fingers. It only reminded him that it wasn't enough. He didn't have enough. There wasn't enough sensations, not enough affection, nothing bonding in the act and not even enough pleasure to make up for it. It only made his emptiness feel deeper, yet he couldn't just stop what he was doing.
Quickly, he added a third finger to the two inside of him. He gasped. Not in pain, but in the pleasurable feeling of the sudden stretch. Of course it still wasn't enough. He adjusted too quickly, his body made for something even bigger. He nearly cried again, the frustration getting to him despite the actions that should have only brought him pleasure.]
Please, please...
[Please let his imagination be enough. Just this once.]