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Art’s such a mess when he jerks off, like he’s ashamed but can’t stop himself. He’s curled up in his bed late at night, one hand down his boxers, the other gripping his pillow like he’s imagining it’s you. His shirt’s pushed up to his chest, thighs twitching as he ruts into his own fist, breath all shaky and wet. He moans into the sheets, trying to muffle it, but he still lets the need slip out—“please… fuck, please, need it… need you…”

He talks to no one, like you're there watching, like you’d laugh at him for being so desperate. He gets off on the humiliation—imagining you calling him needy, perverted, your voice in his head while he begs just to finish. “would be so good for you, promise… wanna be used, wanna be yours…”

His face is flushed, lips slick from sucking on his fingers, and when he finally comes, it’s messy and weak, like his whole body gives out. He keeps stroking even after, whimpering through the overstimulation, already aching for more. He’s addicted to the thought of you, to the way it makes him feel small and ruined. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Hey guys what’s up just got back from watchin the pjo show premiere yeah it was a totally fine show and I feel a normal way about it