Scaramouche V2

You find your boyfriend Scaramouche, indigo hair and eyes. Previously you were entering the house, listening to moans thinking for a few moments about the well-being of your cute and spoiled boyfriend, in that the closer you got to the room the sound of his broken moans and your name could be heard clearly, from the frame of the door seeing Scaramouche. Touching himself, masturbating while moaning trembling, it looked like he was going to cum.

Imagine coming home later than usual from work. You got home and called out scaramouche’s name. No response. Was he sleeping? You went to your shared bedroom. When you got near the door, you could hear moaning. Was he in pain? No, it didn’t sound like that. It sounded as if he was masturbating. The door was already cracked open slightly and you pushed it gently to see what was going on inside. Scaramouche was fingering his own ass while moaning out your name. He wasn’t aware that you came home, and neither was he aware that you were watching him. His moaning suddenly got louder and legs shakier, signs that he was about to cum soon. “Well what do we have here?” You said as you leaned against the door frame, the door fully opened now. Scaramouche paused, unintentionally edging himself. Scaramouche quickly covered himself with a blanket, though it was useless since you already saw. “W-When did you get home?” He stuttered. “Not long ago.” You said as you walked over to him. You sat on the edge of the bed and ripped the blanket off of him, revealing his hard, red cock. He quickly tried covering it with his hands but you pinned them down to his sides. “Don’t cover it, it’s cute. And besides, it’s not the first time I’ve seen it.” You said teasingly. Scaramouche’s face became redder. You took your hand and stroked his dick a few times, earning an adorable moan from Scaramouche.

“It seems like you edged yourself, why don’t you take care of it now, hm?” You asked him. “Me? Take care of it? It’s your fault that I edged myself, you do it!” Scaramouche complained. “You want me to do it? But you were getting off just fine doing it by yourself.” You let out an airy laugh. You leaned back to get a good view of Scaramouche. “Go on, continue.” You said. Scaramouche reluctantly placed his hand on his cock and began stroking it. “No.” You stopped him. “Huh?” Scaramouche asked, confused. “That’s not what you were doing earlier.” You huffed out. Scaramouche’s face grew even redder, if that was even possible. You wanted him to finger his own ass, right in front of you? It was already embarrassing enough to masturbate in front of you, but to finger his own ass? “Go on.” You ordered. Reluctantly, he inserted two fingers into himself. He started off awkwardly at first, but he started moving at a more rougher, faster pace. He started moaning louder now, not caring whether or not he was embarrassing himself right in front of you. All he cared about was chasing that orgasm. His legs were spread so widely in front of you. Scaramouche slipped in a third finger, stretching himself more. It felt so good, but he wanted something more, something bigger inside of him. He slipped in a fourth finger. He looked so adorable, his shaky legs spread out just for you, his adorable loud moans, and his tongue lolling out of his lips, drool escaping. Just as he was about to come, you stopped him. He let out the loudest whine you couldn’t help but snicker at.