Day 13: Orgasm denial / SSMY;Solo!Sasaki
Additional Tags: Masturbation, Handjob, Public toilet, Underage(?), Post-kabedon, Canon Compliant.
Not long after meeting Miyano, Sasaki had been holding himself back. Whether it was to make his new cute underclassman comfortable with his presence or because he didn't want to be hated, Sasaki's emotions were high whenever Myaa-chan came into his vision. Today was no different. He held back from glomping his adorable underclassman, chatting about this and that. . . until Miyano was suddenly too close.
Sasaki could barely pull back the reins this time. He couldn't even go back to class; nothing was going to stick to his brain, not that it did other days.
He decided, very casually as if it was the obvious choice, to pack for the day and leave.
"I guess I let Hirano deal with the rest huh. . ." A passing thought about his classmate-friend was all he offered. There were more important things to do.
Sasaki lifted his backpack and looked down at the raging boner.
"Fuck."
He knew it wasn't going down anytime soon. His feelings for his underclassman only grew with time. He had almost lost his mind at the distance.
That fucking distance.
"I should take care of this." Sasaki sighed. He was sitting at a park bench by his lonesome. The toilet was nearby. There was only one problem.
'Is it okay to think about him?'
He had never been in love with someone until now. Would he be able to face Miyano if Sasaki were to use him to get off?
"Of course not. Not that I should think about him either. . ."
He had managed to hold back all this time; every time he woke up with morning wood after dreaming about Miyano.
'I love him. I want to hold him.'
Sasaki dug around his bag. It wasn't the same but. . . BL would do. He just didn't have to. . . recall the owner of this book.
He safely slipped to the toilet and started doing his business before wanting to bang his head on the door at the sheer absurdity of his situation.
"Lame."
Returning his eyes to the BL manga, he continued to work up his pleasure. When he was about to spill, he let go, moving the book away.
Sasaki couldn't remember when, but repeating this a couple of times felt pretty good. Building himself up until the very last moment his body could handle and then pulling back left him breathless. He was done observing those lewd images, eyes closed and hyper-focused on his physical reactions. His body was a quivering mess and his body felt hot and stuffy. Each ebb and flow felt as better as the last until his body reached its limit.
The following day wasn't that awkward but Sasaki swore he would never borrow that same volume from Miyano ever again.