The more he thought on this, the harder Sips got. Sjin was such a bastard... first the 'good boy', then the dildo, then the ideas he was giving him...

He flipped the camera on, leaning back on the bed and wrapping a hand around his cock. He stroked himself firmly, his hips jerking up against his own touch as his free hand slipped up his chest, pinching at a nipple.

He moaned out Sjin's name when he got things just right, his hips jerking forcefully up into his hand. Dear God... he pulled his hand away from his chest, lying back on the bed to try and make this a little easier on himself.

He grabbed the lube, getting it open and managing to lube up his fingers. Still stroking himself, he eased a single finger inside himself, his cock rather noticeably twitching.

Sips might've been a bit rougher with himself than Sjin usually got. He certainly wasted little time in easing a second finger into himself, stroking himself rougher still.

A third finger soon followed, pushing deeper inside himself, brushing up against that spot inside him that just... drove him mad. He couldn't put that into words.

Once he felt he was ready, he pulled his fingers out, trying to suppress a whimper at the loss of sensation. To make up for it, he was quick to lube up the dildo, jerking it deep inside him in a single movement.

Sure, there was some discomfort, but fuck, he didn't care. He tried to set a decent pace from the start, once more starting to stroke roughly at his cock, just about in time with the thrusts into himself.

"Fuck, Sjin..." He jerked the dildo in harder, deeper, occasionally making a noise that sounded very much like a whimper. "Yeah, fuck me... fuck your boy..."

That'd slipped out without him even thinking about it. He stroked himself rougher, faster, jerking the dildo in as deep and hard as he could... with all that, it was barely any time until he drove himself over the edge, a rough moan escaping his lips, his hips jerking out of instinct.

Fucking. Hell.