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The tower was empty but not to John, who tilted his head back. Eyes closed, sweat damp hair sticking to his forehead. His knees pressed into the sheets, one hand held pillow in place as the other fisted the bedsheets. His mind was filled with the images of his partner lying pliant beneath him. Memories of moans and cries, hands scratching down his back.

He was flushed from his cheeks down to his chest. His hips rolled down, dragging his cock against the silk of the pillowcase. Precum darkened the fabric, leaving a lewd painting that signaled how close he was to his release.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” He grunted out, rambling to himself about how tight they were as he folded the pillow. He fucked into the channel he had created, balls rubbing against the soft material.

He thought back to the night before when tight, wet heat clenched around him. His chin dropped to his chest as he snapped his hips harder. He was so close, just a little more.

His balls tightened, thighs trembling as his orgasm hit him. Dropping his hold on the pillow, he fisted his cock, working himself as white ropes of cum stained the pillow’s fabric.

“Aah—“ He finally let a loud moan escape him as he rubbed his sensitive dick against the soaked fabric, smearing the mess before collapsing onto the bed. The pillow got tossed to the side to be cleaned later.