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Apparently, Zee didn’t really need his input. “You should go slow. Don’t touch where your knot would be. Get some moisturiser from the bathroom and work yourself over until you can’t take it anymore. And then just. Stop.”
Ishir took a shuddering breath. His heart was galloping wildly.
“How many times do you think you can do that? Starting and stopping? Ten at least, right?”
The silence that followed was expectant. Ishir nodded.
Zee’s voice went low. “You should get two fingers inside yourself when you do. You can reach, can’t you?”
Ishir’s face was on fire. He bobbed his head again.
“How? On your back or on your stomach?”
“On…on my back,” Ishir said because giving Zee the visual of him on his belly was just too much.
“Okay. So fuck yourself like that until you can’t take it anymore, and then you can touch around your knot. Make yourself come.”
Ishir had to just sit there, half-hard and reeling. He couldn’t say anything. His mouth was dry with nerves.
“Yeah?” Zee pressed.
“Yeah. Okay,” Ishir managed to whisper finally.
Zee smiled, pleased. “Finish your beer and you can go. And text me when you’re done.”
Ishir picked up his drink with a shaking hand and downed it in one, going warm all over at the pleased way Zee was staring at him.
This was crossing a line that couldn’t be backtracked. Ishir knew that. Sure, what they had done so far was weird, but it could almost be explained away by Zee being overprotective. By his best friend wanting to make sure he was only getting involved with good guys.
This? There was no good explanation for this.
*****
Ishir jerked off exactly like Zee had told him to and thought of him every second of the way.
How could henotimagine Zee’s steady instructions as he stroked himself? As he slipped one finger in, another. As he held off from coming again, and again, and again?
It was all Ishir could do not to moan Zee’s name as he finally came, overwhelmed and shaking from waiting so long.
It took him a while to recover, panting and sweaty on the hotel bed. He heaved himself up with a groan eventually, washing his hands and then texting Zee a quickDone, before jumping into the shower.
Ishir was on his bed, scrolling sightlessly on his phone when the room door beeped and opened.
His heart started pounding immediately, an odd squirming in his stomach. What would Zee say? Would he look at Ishir with those piercing, knowing eyes and ask him how it’d been?
“Hey,” Zee greeted, going straight to his suitcase. Ishir tracked him as he moved around the space, saying nothing at all.
Ishir deflated. Zee wasn’t even going to bring it up.
What, exactly, had Ishir even been expecting? A pat on the head?
He snorted at himself as Zee disappeared into the bathroom. He was always going to want more from Zee than his best friend was willing to give. At a certain point, didn’t he have to let that sink in?
He sighed, plugging his phone into the charger and closing his eyes. This whole thing was fucking with his head.
“You did it?”
Ishir jumped, eyes flying open to see Zee standing right beside his bed. “What?”
