Hizashi groaned softly as he lifted the laundry basket. He did the wash infrequently, preferring other chores to help around the house. But since Elly was gone for a week he was forced to either wash the clothes or wear the agressively eighties neon crop top that was the final shirt left in his drawer.
He sighed and blew an errant lock of blond hair off his nose.
"Bleah."
<i>Why'd she have to leave for so long? Cons are usually just a couple days. I miss her already and it hasn't been a freaking day yet.</i>
Hizashi glanced morosely down at the laundry he was tossing in the wash. Sitting on the top of the stack was a pair of silky purple panties.
He licked his lips and stared at them.
These were the ones she'd been wearing when they had sex before she left.
<i>Ohhh fuck, that was mind-blowing.</i> He shivered, remembering how she had responded to his touch. Elly didn't like to be separated from him for long periods of time, either, and this had translated into an outstanding sexual performance as she clung fiercely to him. Her enthusiasm almost wore his boundless energy down to nothing that night.
Looking around (and then cursing himself for stupidity, as if someone was going to see him alone in his own home), he picked the underwear up.
<i>Should I really..? Ah, fuck it.</i>
It's not like she would dislike his actions. Maybe he'd even take an "after" picture to send. The thought got his heart racing and he spun around and walked quickly into the bedroom.
He yanked his sweatpants off and underwear, kicking them restlessly to the floor, and climbed onto the bed. The panties ended up on his stomach and he rubbed them experimentally on his skin, pushing his shirt up out of the way.
Now <i>that</i> was something.
Hizashi gasped, loving the smooth feeling and imagining she was sitting on him, tail lashing playfully in the air as her hands reached up to flick his nipples. He frowned, slid a hand underneath and pinched one, groaning despite the delicious zing not being quite as good as when she did it. His cheeks stained pink and his brow drawn, he closed his eyes and wrapped the smooth fabric around his palm.
Sliding his silk-wrapped fist along his stiffening length caused him to lose whatever reservations he may have had. It felt great, the fabric enveloping him as he reminded himself this had once touched her sex.
<i>Ohhhh, babygirl, you're not gonna get two feet inside this apartment before I jump you.</i>
He was going to fling his girlfriend onto the bed and ravish her until she was limp in his arms. His breathing picked up and he whined, pressing his face into the closest thing to muffle the needy sounds spilling out of him. This just happened to be her pillow. Her scent filled his nostrils and a jolt of pleasure struck him all the way down. His hand, which had been desperately rubbing his firm flesh, froze as the shock went straight to his toes, curling them as the weight in his lower belly snapped free.
"Ff - fuck!" The fabric blossomed with wetness as it caught the brunt of his release. It wasn't a very satisfying orgasm, but it would only be - he checked his phone with his clean hand -- <i>shit</i>.
Six days and eleven hours until she came home.
Hizashi sighed and stared grimly at the countdown on his screen. "This is gonna be a long week," he declared loudly to the empty room.
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