[Shame has never been something he's cared to indulge in, especially not in the comfort of his own home, and he takes time to luxuriate in the feeling of his fingers on himself. It isn't as good as James, hardly even comparable, but it's still enough to have him pushing his head back into the couch with a shaky smirk, breath hitching in the back of his throat as he slowly thrusts into his own hand.
There's a noise at the door, but he doesn't stop, just looks over and lets his eyes open lazily to meet the hunter's gaze.]
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There's a noise at the door, but he doesn't stop, just looks over and lets his eyes open lazily to meet the hunter's gaze.]