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Maybe, just maybe, this was too evil. Even for Danhausen.
The thought drifted into his head as he looked around the room. Your hotel room.
There was a half unpacked suitcase, an unmade bed and a touch of your perfume in the air. He skulked back and forth trying to make up his mind.
He’d been undressing you in his mind for a while now. His eyes skimmed over you when you were on your phone, reclining on a chair. Or leaning against a wall. Or stretching or walking or laughing. You weren’t doing anything particularly enticing, but the way you did it; languidly, effortlessly, softly. Once you brushed him with his fingertips and his nerves rippled like water. It wasn’t even intentional, but it felt that way to his skin
He wasn’t sure if you had noticed and he wasn’t sure if he wanted you to notice him noticing you. It was all very overwhelming. You talked as friends, texted now and then. Sometimes you would text him goodnight and he would be struck down with obsession again. Helpless as his thoughts spiralled over you.
Danhausen was the only one supposed to be cursing people out here – and yet he was the one sleepless and rattled at night. Only succumbing to rest when he finally gave in and thought about your body against his. He would run his hand up and down his thigh, press a hand against his chest or run his fingers down his ear. Sometimes he would just think about your fingertips smudged with face paint, and that would be enough.
But it wasn’t a permanent fix. Hence why he was standing over your dirty laundry. This would be the last time and the curse would be broken. Danhausen could hear his own breathing, it almost disgusted him how desperate he sounded. He would have to make it quick. He snatched out a piece of underwear and turned to the closet. The closet was wide and the doors were slatted, the gaps just wide enough to glimpse through. This would be enough, he assured himself.
He climbed in and closed the doors. He sat shirtless and stiff on the floor, face paint cracking and itching. His cock ached and his neck was sore. He must have sat for an hour or two, he couldn’t recall, he was so occupied with every single noise and potential flicker of movement. Your underwear was choked in his fist like a stress ball. Every minute he tried to convince himself to back out and forget it, but the thought of your power over him overcame the guilt. No one could have the kind of sway over him you had.
The doorknob turned and his thoughts became static.
There you were.
You latched the door, walked past the wardrobe without a second look. You pulled off your top and bottoms, tossed on some nightclothes and climbed into bed.
Danhausen could have hissed in frustration. It was over so quickly!! That was a tease of a strip tease!! In the movies the stripping always lasted at least five minutes with different camera angles and close ups. He didn’t even see what you were wearing!
This was torture. He reached down and squeezed his dick, forcing a bead of precum out the tip. He eyed you as you pulled the covers up to your shoulders and scrolled on your phone. Surely something would happen. Surely.
He knelt and watched you. In the dark, it was hard to tell what you were doing exactly. Just laying on your side, switching occasionally, covered by the very evil blanket. He tried to keep his breath steady, if he wasn’t going to get a live performance he ought to think about his escape. But that was so difficult when he could watch your every move. He couldn’t tear his eyes away.
You began to watch a video on your phone. The sound was distorted and noisy. There wasn’t any music or scripted voices. It sounded a little like the rush of water. Perhaps it was white noise for sleeping, he thought, and when the lights went off he could slip away when you drifted off.
Then, he heard a voice.
His stomach dropped. That was his voice.
That was the sound of him humming in the shower, singing Sabrina Carpenter with his incredible voice. That was him last week, washing himself in the locker room showers, tugging at his cock in boredom as he thought about you. Those were the muffled, guttural noises he made to himself as he came against the shower wall.
He couldn’t breathe as he watched the shape of your other hand reach between your legs. Your head tilting back on the pillow as you let the video restart. He could have sworn his heart had stopped beating, Danhausen put a hand over his mouth to quieten his gasps for air. He was so dizzy he didn’t register that you were typing on your phone.
Ping
In his back pocket, his phone lit up.
You sat up in bed. You were staring right into the space where his eyes peered back.
Terror crashed over him as you slowly crept out from the blanket and towards the door. You switched the light on and made eye contact. Half a minute of shattering silence passed as you cautiously made your way to the closet.
“Danhausen…? Were you watching me?”
His tongue was too dry to speak. You were face to face now. You began to smile.
Oh, now that’s evil, he thought. Maybe he should take notes.
You turned the phone to his eye level and played the video; it was taken through a gap in the cubicle door. He was so fixated he almost didn’t hear when you turned the lock on the wardrobe door.
He bolted up on his knees, “Wait, what are you doing? Release Danhausen!”
“Oh I don’t feel safe with some pervert watching me from my closet.” You mockingly covered yourself and smirked at him.
“There has been some mistake – D-D-Danhausen was just –”
“I don’t know why else you’d be watching me from my wardrobe with my underwear in your hand.”
He looked down at his hand, almost forgetting about his little souvenir, “... You may have caught Danhausen in a compromising position.” He said, locking eyes with you, “But you took advantage of Danhausen first!"
“I suppose we could call it even…”
“Yes, yes! You let Danhausen go, Danhausen returns your delicates, you delete video, everyone forgives and forgets and never speaks of it again!” He gestured frantically to hide his panic.
“I don’t think that’s what you want.”
Danhausen could feel his throat tighten.
“N-no.” He stammered, licking his lips.
“You came to watch me, didn’t you?” Your voice dripped with something cold yet inviting.
It felt like a trick question, but he was already trapped.
“...Yes?”
“Then sit back and watch.”
You stepped back and reclined back on the bed; Danhausen flattened himself against the slatted doors like an animal at the bars of a cage. He squinted through the thin gap as you searched on hands and knees for something in your bedside drawer. Seeing you in this position was agonising enough; your hips and ass would be heaven to grind against. He rutted against the door before stopping himself, he felt pathetic enough already. You could hear him growling in annoyance.
You turned around with that same devious smile; you had lingered there on purpose for your entertainment. Sitting on the edge of the bed you showed him a smooth black vibrator. You rolled the silicone toy in your hands, it was like you had read his mind, he thought. You pulled down your pyjamas, far more slowly than before. You turned on the toy to a low pulsing setting and started tracing it up and down your thigh. Were you wet? Danhausen couldn’t see well enough through the slats. He cursed this stupid plan as he followed the toy with his eyes.
“So, you have been thinking about Danhausen…? Watching him?”
You nodded, You spread open your legs and nudged the toy against your clit, biting your lip. Danhausen unconsciously bit his own.
“And you filmed him? Just once?”
“Maybe.”
“Hm. Danhausen ought to have been compensated for your exploitations. He wouldn’t have minded if you just asked him. And paid him. With money.”
You ignored him as you rocked into the shaft of the toy, now he was hypnotised by your rhythm. You began to pant as you teased the head of the toy into yourself. He gave in and took his cock in his hand, rubbing precum down himself.
“Wouldn’t it be nicer if you let Danhausen out and pleasure you himself…?”
“No.”
His eye twitched; Danhausen had taken many shots but nothing bruised quite like the ego. You were taking the toy in now, pressing it deeper and turning up the vibrations. You let out a shuddering sigh and let it sit as you took it fully.
“Danhausen...” Your voiced fluttered over his name.
“This is unfair to Danhausen.” He growled, his brow leaning into the door to look at you as closely as possible, “If Danhausen isn’t going to get his way he is going to ruin these, you know!”
“Go ahead.” You chuckled.
He had pulled down his leggings and had wrapped the crotch of your underwear around his own shaft. He fucked into them roughly, as if his enthusiasm could convince you to keep the show going.
This wouldn't do, you thought. You leaned forward and hushed him until he slowed himself, listening only the sound of his heartbeat in his ears and the thrum of the vibrator. He pumped himself slowly and you began to fuck the toy at the same pace.
“Good boy.”
He let out a grunt. He was begrudgingly compliant, if only because hearing you call him a good boy almost sent him over the edge. He wasn't going to be made to sit in a closet and ruin it for himself too quickly.
It was devastating to watch and not touch. You plunged the toy in and out of yourself, your hips tipping back and forth into it. You dialled up the intensity; fluids coating the shaft and dripping down your thighs in glistening streaks. He wanted nothing more than to thrust himself inside you and feel you wet and inviting for his cock. Feel your walls tighten and flutter as he took you for himself. He clenched his eyes shut to catch every noise you made and pretend he wasn’t hopelessly fucking into fabric.
Now you were thumbing your clit as you held the toy inside you at maximum intensity. Your moans and whimpers were just like he’d hoped they were, as perfect as your every movement. Your body was tensing over the vibrator, he could tell you were close. He thrust into his palm, tight and unforgiving.
“S-Say Danhausen. Say Danhausen’s name again.” His voice was almost hoarse as he begged, “Please. Please.”
“Danhausen–!” You let your voice spill over as you came.
Danhausen gasped and whimpered as he flooded over his hand, his cum soaking into your underwear. He couldn’t stop himself from squeezing out every last drip from his cock. He had to mark them as his own.
Danhausen felt his body go limp and fell back from the door, slumping against the back of the closet. It was hard to see you as he recovered, the wardrobe was dark and his vision was swimming with stars. He had been crouched for so long, his circulation was only just beginning to return to his extremities.
You twisted the lock on the door and let him crawl out on his hands and knees. You were in a bath robe above him. He looked so cute on the floor.
“We are, um, even?”
“Yes.” You patted his wild hair reassuringly.
“We can… perhaps, maybe, do this … again?”
You knelt down and kissed him on the forehead, “I’ll leave the door unlocked.”