Prompt Four Hair
Prompt: #4 Hair
Band: Nightmare
Couple: Ruka
Rating/Warning: Masturbation, hair pulling
If there was one physical thing Ruka liked about his body it was his hair. He knew that many of the Nightmare fans were jealous of his hair. It was thick, shiny and sometimes long and it never had split ends. It was one of the very few things he took care of.
He watched himself brush his hair in the mirror, something that he never wanted his band mates to know about. He liked to watch the way it fell after he ran a brush threw it. Today he had just gotten out of the shower and was drying himself off as the urge to brush his hair flooded his mind.
The drummer brushed his hair more, the feeling calming him and oddly turning him on. He leaned forward, his lower abdomen pressing against the cold granite stone of the sink counter, to watch himself better. Each time the brush passed through his hair, he could feel the blood rush to his member.
This wasn’t the first time he had been turned on my something as simple as brushing his hair. He let the towel fall from his waist; his semi-hard member rubbed against the edge of the counter, sending waves of pleasure threw him. He set the brush down and wrapped his hand around his cock, slowly sliding up and down the length. He moaned loudly, being the only one in his apartment.
Watching himself in the mirror he grew harder and his hand worked his cock faster. With his free hand, he grabbed and large section of his hair and tugged a bit, the pain turning him on even more. He moaned more, the feeling pooling up in his lower abdomen. He slowed the pace of his hand down so he could trust into it, his nails, scrapping the delicate skin of his aching member.
With a well-placed yank of his hair and a deep trust, he came, all over his mirror and sink, moaning loudly. He slowly rubbed his hand across his cock as it softened, still leaking out semen. Grabbing his discarded towel from the floor, he cleaned the mirror and sink up, as well as himself.
Band: Nightmare
Couple: Ruka
Rating/Warning: Masturbation, hair pulling
If there was one physical thing Ruka liked about his body it was his hair. He knew that many of the Nightmare fans were jealous of his hair. It was thick, shiny and sometimes long and it never had split ends. It was one of the very few things he took care of.
He watched himself brush his hair in the mirror, something that he never wanted his band mates to know about. He liked to watch the way it fell after he ran a brush threw it. Today he had just gotten out of the shower and was drying himself off as the urge to brush his hair flooded his mind.
The drummer brushed his hair more, the feeling calming him and oddly turning him on. He leaned forward, his lower abdomen pressing against the cold granite stone of the sink counter, to watch himself better. Each time the brush passed through his hair, he could feel the blood rush to his member.
This wasn’t the first time he had been turned on my something as simple as brushing his hair. He let the towel fall from his waist; his semi-hard member rubbed against the edge of the counter, sending waves of pleasure threw him. He set the brush down and wrapped his hand around his cock, slowly sliding up and down the length. He moaned loudly, being the only one in his apartment.
Watching himself in the mirror he grew harder and his hand worked his cock faster. With his free hand, he grabbed and large section of his hair and tugged a bit, the pain turning him on even more. He moaned more, the feeling pooling up in his lower abdomen. He slowed the pace of his hand down so he could trust into it, his nails, scrapping the delicate skin of his aching member.
With a well-placed yank of his hair and a deep trust, he came, all over his mirror and sink, moaning loudly. He slowly rubbed his hand across his cock as it softened, still leaking out semen. Grabbing his discarded towel from the floor, he cleaned the mirror and sink up, as well as himself.