Tristan Joseph Moore (not_an_orphan) wrote in expresslogs, @ 2012-09-02 20:09:00 |
|
|||
While Tris wasn't exactly sure where Marvel was, he thought he'd have a little bit. He was feeling exceptionally lazy -- entirely too lazy to wander to the bathroom to take care of himself. That was how he'd been handling things, and he assumed Marvel had been doing the same. If he was doing anything at all. Though really ... thinking about Marvel wanking wasn't exactly helping his own situation. Or maybe it was helping it too well. Chuckling slightly to his own thoughts, Tristan shifted slightly to slide his hand under the covers. He'd been stretched out in bed reading, but ... well, this was marginally more interesting than his book. It was easy enough to get himself hard, and he let his eyes close as he started to stroke himself. He let his thoughts drift where they would, though he stilled his hand when he heard the familiar tread of Marvel's stride. The question was, was he just passing their room to head somewhere else, or was he coming in? Tristan opened his eyes to regard the door, his fingers still lightly curled around himself as he waited to see which way things were going. |