He's in the hall, when he first hears it.
It was late, and he assumed you'd be in bed sleeping. The noise coming from down the hall wasn't what he was expecting at all.
Muffled, but distinctly your voice, that much he can tell. And at first, he's concerned. Are you in pain? Do you need help? Have you injured yourself, but can't manage to call out for help with enough strength for anyone to hear? That thought quickens his steps, hurrying towards his room where the noise originated.
But a second, louder moan that follows makes him freeze again, hand hovering over the knob.
Oh.
Oh...!
His face grows hot behind his helmet. He'd misunderstood, but now...the pleasure coloring your tone, much more audible from outside of the door, paints a much different picture in his head than the terrible, panic-inducing one he'd first conjured up.
Were you...?
In his...?
Killer spends an obscenely long moment just standing there in front of his own bedroom door like an idiot, mind seesawing back and forth between the desire to go inside to see what you were doing for himself, and turning away to give you the privacy to finish. It wasn't like he hasn't seen you naked before. You two had been dating for quite awhile now. But...this seemed a bit more daring and presumptive than he was used to.
He was just about to turn away, when your breath hitched on a particularly hiked moan. He lets out a breath, his cock twitching in his pants at the prospect of knowing what you looked like pleasuring yourself. And hell, the curiosity and lust guided his hand towards the knob to open it up.
Thanking himself for always keeping his door hinges well-oiled, the door inches open just enough for him to slip inside, carefully closing it behind him so the rest of the crew weren't audience to your self-pleasure. And he'd managed to do it quietly enough that you didn't notice his entrance.
There you were spread in the middle of his bed, in the dark with only the moonlight through the porthole illuminating you. Your legs spread wide, one hand working furiously at your clit with loud, squelching flicks and rubs. You must have been going at it for awhile, because he could see the way your legs trembled and shook with the mounting pressure of your nerves being played with.
Fuck.
The pale rays gave your naked body an ethereal quality, and he found himself unable to look away as he palmed himself through his pants. You were...god damn, you were beautiful. Lost, breathless, shameless in the way your fingers dove into your own wet cunt, reaching for the spot that would bring you that blinding, dizzying orgasm.
Behind his helmet, Killer bit down on his bottom lip, cutting off any chance of his groan from becoming audible. No, he didn't want to interrupt all of your hard work. Not when you were doing so well. His hand worked over the crotch of his pants, up and down, hardening his already half-erect cock.
But even he only had so much restraint, and it took everything in him not to close the distance between him and the bed to help finish you off himself the longer this went on. Your breathy moans, stuttered curses, and murmurs of 'yes' wasn't helping. No, he thought to himself, patience. He needed patience. Just until you came undone right there in front of him-
"Ahhh...Killer~!" You cried out with reckless abandon, head tossed back and to the side as your hips lifted from the bed, your fingers no doubt curling up into that spot he knew got you all riled up...
...fuck.
Hearing you say his name like that, it was too much. Killer broke from the shadows, ignoring the way you yelped from surprise and shock upon seeing him emerge out of nowhere. He's on the bed in an instant, blood like fire in his veins.
"K-Killer!?" You exclaim, startling in place and moving to sit up, but his hand pushes you back down to the bed by your sternum.
"Did you...come in here on purpose?" He says in a low, shaking voice. He's barely holding back just taking you himself. "So that I'd find you here? Pleasuring yourself...in my bed?"
"I...it's..." He watches the way your eyes widely take in his panting, hulking form above you, pressing you down with his much bigger frame. And when your lust-blown expression changes from shock to something close to bashfulness, the jig is up. "...yes."
"Let me help you?" He breathes out a groan, one hand sneaking down to take up where your own had moments before been rubbing your clit furiously. "Please?"
"Mmmm~!" You whine, taken aback as the pleasure that had suddenly cut short is resumed in full force, Killer's larger and more calloused fingers doing wonders to the nerves that had been given so much attention with your own. "M-more!"
Killer's more than willing to comply, feeling the way you squirm and writhe, seeking even further friction and yet shying away from the most intense sparks of it all at once. You're so wet. Fuck, how can you be so wet? He's shocked to find the bed beneath you is already wet. You'd cum once already, without him.
How long had you lay there, waiting for him to find you? Were you thinking of him while your hand worked yourself over? His mind is thinking a million erotic questions a second while he stares down at your face, basking in the way your expressions shift from euphoric to scrunched and then back again. He'd sit there and play with you all day if he could.
His other hand caresses your naked body fondly, making sure you knew that every part of you was something he cherished. Maybe you couldn't appreciate the tenderness in his touch while he was finger fucking you mercilessly below, but he couldn't help himself. While he worshiped your body with a light touch, your cunt was begging for relief. He was practically teasing you now, expertly holding your orgasm out as long as he might possibly be able to.
When your fingers dig sharply into his arms, your squirming and spasming growing more and more pronounced, he knew you were right at your peak. "Killer~!" You almost shout, begging with your eyes to finally show you mercy.
And he does, groaning at the way his own pants strain tightly at his pants as he presses his thumb into the tightly-wound bundle of your nerves. He feels you tense, growing still and yet still shaking through what he hopes is the most pleasurable orgasm you've had all night. If the eye rolled back and the blissful smile on your face is anything to go by, then he's achieved that wonderfully.
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