WHO Will Scarlet,(narrative) (then conversation with Luna in the comments) WHEN Wednesday night WHERE Will’s bedroom WHAT Will makes a Discovery WARNINGS he’s looking at porn, so that and masterbation.
It had been two days since he’d told Luna they should have a little space from each other, and Will was regretting it already.
He was sitting up in his bed, his laptop on his knees, flicking through Instagram. Specifically, Luna’s instagram. The night at the pool had been far too close to breaking point for them both, he thought. He had been aching to kiss her- and that one, sweet, desperate kiss later on had done nothing but light a fire in him that had been burning ever since. So he was browsing her social media, and definitely not for the purpose of wanking over her thirst-trap photos.
He was eight months deep into her feed when he found the comment.
> omg you're the same luna estrella from suedela so hot! 🔥🔥🔥 🍆💦
“What the fuck is Suedela?” Will muttered to himself, frowning slightly. He opened a new tab to search it, his eyes flicking over the landing page.
You need to be 18 or over to view this content!
“Is this porn? Holy shit. Holy shit. This is porn.”
He slowly sat up straighter, his eyes widening. He felt like he had Pandora’s box in front of him, only it was Luna’s and he was going to see it..
Was he? Should he? Well he’d clicked it already, so he was at the main page now. There were a bunch of photos of the main stars of the site: a few alternative looking people, a black guy with great arms, and Luna, smiling at him in the skimpiest underwear he’d ever seen. His mouth went dry. He slammed the lid of the laptop shut.
Will’s heart hammered. Luna did porn. Luna did porn. Luna did porn. Should he call Tuck? His hand stopped before it reached his phone, though. Why did he have to be dissuaded? He was strong enough to look away. Open the laptop and close the tab. That was it. Easy. He slowly lifted the screen.
It was a display page, of a featured artist, a portfolio of photos set around text describing the benefits of membership to the site, the high quality of the performances, the exclusivity of the content, the affordability- but not too cheap- of the access. And, there was a seven day, satisfaction guaranteed, no strings (unless you want them), money back trial.
Of course, the featured artist was Luna. Of course, that was her, posing in an open blouse, a pen to her lips as she posed by a desk, her tattoos on display, her breasts on display, her- everything on display. Will had to remind himself to breathe, his face burning hot. It was tasteful at least, all artistically shot, but it was still tits and arse and oh god he was hard, oh fucking hell.
This was not the same as peeking at each other playfully in the pool. This was posing to be looked at. She wanted to be looked at. It was doing her a disservice not to look. Right? The cursor hovered over the red X. He wasn’t. It wasn’t ethical.
He scrolled to the bottom of the page, looking at the profile images of the others. “Oh, he’s hot,” he said. “I could look more at that guy instead. That’s not looking at her.”
Isaac was a bona fide smokeshow, Will thought, congratulating himself on making an excellent decision of setting up the money-back trial. That guy was good. He performed in a few different genres, you might say. Will opened a video at random.
He was kidding himself if that was a random choice.
He clicked on another, skipping the action ahead to a random point. Some guy was railing Luna from behind while she sucked Isaac off, and a third guy had her hand on his dick while he made out with Isaac. Oof, that was too much straight off the bat.
He felt weird, nervous, like he’d get in trouble if he got caught. He kept glancing up at the door as if Alan was going to burst in and bust him. And he felt really, really horny.
This one was better. Isaac and Luna laughed together, rolling on the bed, kissing enthusiastically, touching and teasing. Will exhaled slowly and bit his lip, slowly sliding his pants down his hips enough to free himself, got a little lotion on his palm, and started to stroke.
She was beautiful. God, but she was beautiful. She laughed and moaned as Isaac when down on her, finger-fucking her while he sucked on her clit. Will’s hand tightened and quickened. She lay on her side while Isaac slid into her, her body stretched out, his hand on her breast (and he had gorgeous arms too), kissing her shoulder. Will groaned, fucking into his fist. She was on hands and knees, looking over her shoulder at Isaac as he fucked her from behind, and they paused as she sat up, him still inside her, and he rubbed her clit and held her against him, and she gasped and smiled and swore as she came-
“Luna- oh fuck- Luna-” Will gasped, spilling over himself breathlessly, wringing out every drop. The laptop slipped off his legs.
He’d just jerked off to Luna. To Luna’s porn. He breathed heavily, looking at the sideways screen as Isaac finished himself off, and the two of them kissed sensually.