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So....This is my first time writing. So if it looks rushed or isn't the best smut/chapter/writing in general, it's cause I'm a rookie. Enjoy!! 😍
Onto the story…
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It was in the afternoon, perhaps 1:27pm. Shinjiro sat in his room in silence. He was attempting to meditate and at least wait until later to indulge upon his needs. Goddess knows what anyone else was doing, he couldn't think long enough to ponder on it for too long.
After maybe 15 minutes or so, Shinjiro couldn't stand sitting there like that any longer. He stood, and went to his door, locking it with a soft click. He walked across his soft carpet to his bed and slowly undressed himself into the thinner layers of his robes. He sighed in relief as he was freed from those heavy layers of fabric. But like many things in life, his joy was cut short and he was quickly forced to dress himself as there was a knock at the door.
“Shinjiro? Cough….. It's time for my medicine, you know…..”
It was Wyatt. The poor guy was chronically ill and Shinjiro is forced to care for him with the powers gifted to him by the Goddess. Oh how the Goddess is good. Surely.
Shinjiro opened the door to find the tall, ill-paled, skinny man standing in front of him. He smiled, as that's practically his default setting now.
“Ah…Wyatt. I almost forgot. I was meditating and I suppose time got away from me. I'll get it right away. Come in and sit.”
Shinjiro let Wyatt in. The ill man slowly lowered himself onto one of the cushions on the floor next to the small coffee table.
“It's fine…unless you're trying to kill me or something-” Wyatt rasped out. He's always had a bit of an aggressive demeanor because other than being perpetually sick, that's all he's got going for him. Though before he could say more, Shinjiro, bless his heart, quickly clarified.
“Of course not, Wyatt. Your life is of importance. The Goddess would not appreciate one of her children going so soon.” Shinjiro spoke so kindly, it was soothing as he retrieved one of those small vials of medicine for Wyatt.
Wyatt wasn't sure what to say. Though he's used to it. Shinjiro is wide and very kind, though the monk usually gets stupid jokes kike that. Why's he so…tense? What, does he have to piss or something? Wyatt though. His thoughts were cut short when he was given his medicine. He downed it with a grimace.
Shinjiro seemed all too eager to get him out.
“Shinjiro?” Wyatt started slowly, unsure of how to ask, “do you need to piss or something? You're tense.”
“No, no, I'm fine. I was just thinking of taking a nap. But I also don't want to sleep until breakfast.” He's…nervous? That's odd.
“Right…” Wyatt could only leave so as to not burden the monk further. Though he was kind of pissed at being brushed off so quickly.
Once alone, Shinjiro sighed like the weight of a whole building was just lifted from him. Now he was very eager to undress. He discarded his robes, layer by layer, onto the floor. Once into his undergarments, he lay upon his silk sheets and relaxed. He stretched out, muscles tired and mind ready for a distraction.
He lay there in silence before finally getting to it. He ran his hands over himself. Down his bare chest to his soft but tense stomach, then his hips. He stopped just short of his waistband, goosebumps breaking out over his pale skin. Teasing himself, maybe.
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He finally granted himself what he wished for. Slipping off his underwear and discarding them somehow he didn't bother looking. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't already hard. His cock twitched softly upon being exposed to the cool air of his surroundings. He wasn't fully hard just yet, so his cock lay against his hip. It slowly fattened up as he ran his fingers over his thighs, touch like feathers. A soft giggle left him as he shivered.
He likes to play with himself a bit, for the shits and giggles of course. He sat up, running a hand through his hair and down his neck. Playing with his soft, pink hair. He tugged a little, a soft whimper leaving him, though he wished to be quiet. Or at least try to. He moved his other hand down to run his fingers over his length. It kicked once, then twice, a shudder leaving him as he finally felt the weight of it in his hand. He's not what you'd call small or big. He's a bit over average. 5, maybe 6 inches or delicate girth.
He started to slowly stroke himself, the slide slowly being tacky with every twitch and drop of precum. He looked down, making sure to not make a mess, he spit on his own cock. He quickly resumed his slow strokes, feeling the familiar heat of pleasure boil in his abdomen. Though he wasn't ready to end this so quickly. His other hand left hand to rub and run over his shoulders and neck. He eventually found a comfortable grip around it, squeezing just enough to feel good without hurting.
Shinjiro whimpered, shuddering as the pressure pushed him closer. Just as he was sure to lose his mind, he managed to stop himself, though he whined through the denial like a sad dog. He pressed his thighs close, simmering into the feeling. He eventually kept moving his hand. Forcing his thighs to part shakily.
He started to roll his hips into it, grind down into his own grip like a needy bitch. Goddess knows he can't help it. His strokes got faster as he decided to use both hands.
Before he knew it, he was shuddering through an orgasm that made his brain practically shut off. The moan that left him was nothing short of drawn out and borderline nasty. He went limp, boneless even. He lay there, thighs twitching with each aftershock.
He awoke maybe 2 hours later, having fallen asleep in such a state, there was loud knocking on his door.
“Monk! Hurry Up.”
He knew that voice. And he wanted to bury deep into his mattress. He merely snuggled into his sheets. As if Leofric wasn't there, yelling at him through the door.
Then there were footsteps. And Shinjiro believed that she'd told him off. Eudora is truly an angel at times. He laid like that until he decided to go for round two.
He got up on his knees, grabbing a pillow and holding it between his thighs. He slowly pushed down until he was seated on it. He grinded his hips down, rubbing his soft cock onto it until it got hard again. He whimpered softly with each roll of his hips, biting his bottom lip as he resisted the urge to open-mouth-pant and moan like a slut.
This is not what Holy Monks do…but oh my goddess, this is amazing… He thought, unable to form words. His mind got fuzzy, each thought melting down into nothingness. He loved his hips faster, shuddering softly. He was so close but he wasn't. Shinjiro wasn’t even sure what to be thinking of.
He focused on the feeling, just idly moving his hips until his orgasm crashed over him like a tsunami over a small village. He could feel his sticky seed seep into the fabric of the plush pillow, though he didn't care about the mess. He'd found himself unable to. He shuddered and moaned, his lips parting to let out a sound of pure relief. His mind felt like it was drowning in pure bliss, his limbs heavy and boneless, his vision going dark.