Voyeurism

Tesla’s door wouldn’t budge. Noitora scowled at it, confused. Why would Tesla lock his door? Curious, Noitora leaned in and peered through the space between the wall and the door hinges, just in time to see Tesla walk in from the bathroom with a towel around his waist. Then Tesla quickly dropped the towel and climbed into his bed. Noitora squinted. What was he going to do now, take a nap? It was the middle of the day

But no, Tesla wasn’t sleeping. He was sitting up against the pillows, his legs wide, already beginning to stroke himself under the sheets. “Oho-“ thought Noitora, sneering, “So my goody-two-shoes little subordinate wanks off just like everybody else.” Tesla was breathing harder now, his hips jerking, his eyes squeezed shut as if he were embarrassed to even look at himself.

“I should say something now,” thought Noitora, “his face would be priceless.” But Noitora didn’t say or do anything. He couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away from Tesla’s sweaty, flushed face. Suddenly Tesla stopped moving. He glared at the wall for a moment, panting and frustrated, before he reached over to the night table and grabbed something from the drawer–a hairbrush and a small tube.

What now? Is he gonna comb his pubes? Noitora snorted, but continued to stare intently as Tesla squeezed some lotion or something onto the handle of the brush and leaned back, facing the ceiling, sheets pulled up to his chest. It finally dawned on Noitora what Tesla was doing as Tesla started panting again, arm moving under the covers. Then Tesla’s whole body tensed up and he hissed, as if in pain, apparently pushing the handle of the brush into his...his....

Noitora pulled back from the door–from disgust or just shock, it wasn’t clear. He supposed he shouldn’t be so surprised...he always thought Tesla was a little bitch, but still...

A sharp gasp came from inside Tesla’s room, and Noitora felt compelled to press his face against the door again. Now Tesla was fucking himself fast, and his other hand was around his cock, pumping frantically. Noitora felt his throat tighten inexplicably at the desperate look on Tesla’s face. Tesla was on the other side of the room, but Noitora could hear his pants and stifled moans as if his mouth were right beside his ear. Tesla angled the brush slightly upwards and hit a spot inside him that made him cry out. Immediately he clapped his hand over his mouth and continued more slowly.

Noitora’s nails were digging into the wall. He was now painfully, obviously aroused. He had no idea why. All he knew was that he needed to hear Tesla moan again--no, scream.

Tesla bucked up, making the sheet slide down his chest. His two pink nipples stood out on his white skin like targets.

“Oh,” Noitora heard him mewl. “Oh, yes, yes, please...”

“You slut,” Noitora thought, “Who the hell are you imagining fucking you–“

“Oh, Noitora-sama...”
Noitora’s mouth went dry.
Oh.
Ok, that’s it.
There was the huge bang of Noitora’s pointy boot connecting with wood, and Tesla’s door flew open. Tesla yelped, his eyes ridiculously wide.

“N-n-n-–“

“You called?” Noitora was grinning his usual i’m-a-bad-mother-fucker-grin despite the fact that his heart was about to beat out his chest. It helped that the look on Tesla’s face was, indeed, priceless.

“N-noitora-sama, please, I, I didn’t mean, I didn’t–“

“Don’t waste your breath,” sneered Noitora. “It would be put to better use screaming.”
He closed the door, which, amazingly, hadn’t been propelled completely off its hinges. Tesla tugged the sheets over himself, scrambling backwards until he was pressed against the wall. He looked like a cornered animal.

Noitora rolled his eyes. “What do you think I’m going to do, beat you?”
Tesla bit his lip and slowly nodded, trying not to look terrified.

“Well, I’m not.” Noitora sauntered over and grabbed Tesla’s face in his hand, looming over him. “I’m gonna fuck you.”

Tesla, if anything, looked even more terrified upon hearing this. And as much as Noitora liked to inspire terror, he was confused.

“Isn’t that what you want?” He let go of Tesla’s chin.

“I...” Tesla was speechless. He was too busy dying of mortification to form a full sentence. “I, I don’t know, I’m not ready–“

“You looked pretty ready to me.”

Tesla recoiled, sick with embarrassment. The bush handle was still up his ass, by the way. “How long were you watching?” he stalled.

“The whole time.”

There was a pause. Noitora was waiting, for some reason–maybe because Tesla was trembling so pathetically.

“Noitora-sama, do you really...”

“Just shut up,” snapped Noitora, ripping the sheets off of Tesla and pinning him to the mattress.

Noitora wrapped his hand around the brush. “You think this thing can replace ME, huh?” He shoved it in deeper.

Tesla gasped, tears springing to his eyes. “N-no, no–“

“You think you’re allowed to think about me when you jerk off?”

“I’m sorry ” Whimpered Tesla, writhing about under Noitora.

“No you’re not,” said Noitora, roughly pulling the brush out and throwing it aside. Tesla gasped in pain. “Cuz you’re gonna love this.”

The pressure on Tesla’s chest was momentarily lifted as Noitora dropped his pants, but then Noitora grabbed him again, by the hips. Noitora drew in a hissing breath as he rubbed his erection against Tesla’s hole.

“It’s too big ” Tesla stammered, trying to wriggle away, “Please, Noitora-sama-“

Growling, Noitora snatched up that tube and impatiently smeared some of the stuff on his cock and on Tesla’s ass. “There, happy?”


“No–“

“Wait, I don’t care.”

And then Noitora started pushing. Also, Tesla started screaming.

“How the hell can you be so tight after fucking yourself so hard,” said Noitora through clenched teeth.

After a few minutes, Tesla quieted. His eyes were open this time, watching Noitora struggle to get inside him. The silence was broken only by the sound of their shuddering breaths and the occasional muttered explicative from Noitora. Fucking Tesla was more difficult then Noitora had expected, probably because Noitora’s cock was, like the rest of his extremities, exceptionally long.
Then, finally, Noitora was completely inside Tesla, who felt hot and tight enough to squeeze the breath out of him. When he opened his eyes, he found his face very close to Tesla’s, their noses almost touching. Tesla’s brow was twisted in pain, but his white eyelashes were really pretty up close. Not that Noitora would ever admit that Tesla was pretty.

After Noitora’s first couple of tentative thrusts, Tesla summoned up the courage to put his arms around Noitora’s neck. That was enough encouragement for Noitora, and soon he was pounding Tesla into the mattress. Apparently, Tesla had gotten used to Noitora’s size, because he was now moaning enthusiastically.
“Noitora-sama, yes, yes, please,” Tesla repeated senselessly. It felt so good, deep and full inside him.

Noitora didn’t remember making a conscious decision to kiss Tesla, but he was. Tesla had a disturbingly strong grip on his head as Noitora devoured his mouth, sucking and biting, all teeth and tongue. After what was probably five minutes, they parted for breath, but Noitora recovered quickly and moved onto Tesla’s neck and chest, leaving countless hickies. He found that Tesla’s nipples tasted particularly good under his tongue, and that it probably felt good, too, from the way Tesla was whining. It was somewhat difficult for Noitora to ravish Tesla’s chest and fuck him at the same time, however, so he turned his attention back to the latter.

“Noi..tora..sama,” Tesla gasped, sliding up and down on the mattress with the force of Noitora’s thrusts, “I’ve always, I, I’ve always–ah–“

“I told you to shut up,” growled Noitora. He was moving so fast and hard, the sound of his skin slapping against Tesla’s ass filled the room.

In all, they did it three times. Afterwards, they lay bonelessly on the bed, panting and blinking the stars out of their eyes. Tesla was sure he’d never walk again. His ass was burning and sore, but a good kind of burning and sore.

“You’re bleeding,” Noitora commented, his voice hoarse.

“Don’t care,” murmured Tesla. Then he fell asleep.