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Good grief, even on my day off they’ve been there for hours.
Kusuo walked over to his window to close the curtains but he made it a point to leave his blinds open. The curtains weren’t quite transparent, but it was very easy to see silhouettes through them if the lights were on. Akechi was hidden in the bushes under his bedroom window when Saiki paused to peek into their mind.
9:24pm. Kusuo closes the curtains. Why would he close the curtains but not the blinds? There are a few explanations for this, three of which are most likely. First, he doesn’t know that they’re see-through. I doubt this is the case; he’s a smart guy. Second, he just wants better lighting in his room. Probably not that either, since it’s dark outside and as long as the curtain is closed, having the blinds down would have no effect on the lighting, or anything in the room, really. That leaves option number three…
Kusuo began to undress.
Does he want to be watched?
Good, they got the hint, Saiki thought, as he tossed his shirt onto the floor. He slowly undid his belt to give Akechi some time to leave. As much as he wanted to be watched, he didn’t want to make anyone participate in his twisted kinks against their will. His stalker stayed though, watching more intensely than ever as they waited to see what was underneath.
Kusuo was wearing nothing but his underwear when he walked towards his night stand, his bulge visible even from outside. He took out an object that looked something like a lumpy snake. Akechi analyzed the silhouette, trying to figure out what it was.
Could those be… anal beads? Is he going to use them? It’s true that I have been tailing him for weeks, but maybe this is too much of an invasion. If he is a psychic though, this would be a sure way to tell because who knows which power he’ll accidentally use when he finishes, especially when he’s vulnerable like that. I’ll stick around, just to see if anything suspicious happens. They felt a twinge in their lower abdomen, and heat spreading to their cheeks. Yes, that’s the reason I’m here. To watch for suspicious activity. What kind of detective would I be if I left right when it started to get good?
And it was about to get good. Really good. Kusuo took out a small container of lube and squirted some onto his hands before sitting on the edge of his bed. He sat so that the window was beside him, giving Touma a perfect view of his side profile. Their heart raced as Saiki kicked off his underwear, revealing the silhouette of his erection, which grew as he began to touch it.
Akechi was forcing themself to think clearly. 9:28pm. Kusuo is erect and completely undressed. Average size, maybe a bit bigger… it was getting increasingly harder for them to think analytically, when their own body was begging to be touched in the same way.
Of course, Saiki knew he was having this effect on his stalker. And he got off on it. With each stroke, he could hear Touma’s thoughts become less and less rational. He also noticed that their belt was undone--it probably started feeling too tight around their waist. Kusuo was breathing so hard now that even from outside, anyone could see the rhythm of his bare chest filling up with air and releasing. It was time to prep for the beads.
He lubed them up then turned to climb onto the bed, starting in a kneeling position before folding his body forward to give easy access to his ass. He started by slipping in a finger to loosen himself up a bit. Kusuo felt the familiar pressure around his finger as he moved it around to get his body ready for the beads.
At this point, Akechi was dripping with desire and they needed to start relieving themself. This was so very wrong, but that only made the feeling stronger. Akechi unzipped their pants and began to tease themself through their boxers using all four fingers, hoping to god they wouldn’t get caught. Stalking was bad enough, but they were so unashamed of that habit that it was almost concerning. This was something else, though, and even Akechi knew how important it was to stay properly hidden. They were so wet that they could feel it through the fabric as they kept watching through the window, Kusuo greedily taking in one bead after the next. He was twitching and opening his mouth with each one, likely moaning or gasping for air. From just a silhouette, his exact facial expression was left to Touma’s imagination.
When Kusuo was filled, he continued pumping himself. He was trembling, although that wasn’t visible from outside the window. What was visible, though, was the occasional jolt. And every time it happened, the beads would move against his prostate and he’d groan from pleasure. Kusuo used clairvoyance to check on Touma.
They were inside their boxers now, with their middle and ring finger inserted in that classic “come hither” motion, hitting their g-spot every time. Saiki watched them buck their hips as they stared into that window, anticipating the boy’s next move. He was coming close, and he was more than ready to show that to them.
He kept stroking himself at a steady pace as he reached behind him to take the beads out. Kusuo’s body spasmed when the biggest bead popped out, and he began to feel lightheaded in the best way possible.
As Akechi watched the beads come out one by one, they pulled their hand out and migrated it a couple centimeters upwards. They were harder and more sensitive than they’ve ever been, so they started by moving their wet fingertips around it in a gentle circular motion. Saiki was almost done pulling out the beads, and Akechi’s other hand was gripping at their own clothing in anticipation.
Kusuo felt like he was floating as the last couple of beads popped out, and he made sure Touma was watching as he came onto the bed sheets beneath him. He rode out his orgasm as he watched his stalker come undone in the bushes.
They upgraded their gentle circles to a side to side motion, gliding right over the most sensitive part as they trembled, hungry for more. They leaned forward, picking up the pace as they became a mess of gasps and stifled moans, feeling that hot tingle spread all the way through their body. Akechi continued touching themself in this way until they finished, then gently massaged their labia as they cooled down and caught their breath. They wiped off their hands onto the leaves around them, and when they looked up, the blinds were down.
Did he know I was here the whole time? Did he do that for me? Akechi wondered, but they were too euphoric to worry about it now. If it really was just for them, clearly Kusuo was into it as well. And if it was just a coincidence, what he didn’t know couldn’t hurt him.
Touma zipped up their pants and headed home, filled with both satisfaction and disbelief over the events that had just taken place.