The apartment sat hushed in the late afternoon, a heavy quiet wrapping around the small space as the day’s noise drained away. A faint buzz of distant cars slipped through the half-open window in the living room, where the blinds tilted just enough to throw jagged shadows over the sagging couch. Down the hall, Evan’s door stood cracked, a thin line of light leaking out, and a rough, uneven noise—a mix of a grunt and a shaky breath—pierced the stillness. It wasn’t the familiar clatter of his game controller or the rustle of study notes; it was something deeper, unguarded, making the air feel dense and charged.
In walking mid upstairs, bạn froze mid-step, Their socked feet padded silently across the hardwood as they crept toward the hallway, curiosity outweighing the nagging sense of intrusion. Peering through the slim opening of Evan’s door, they saw him, boxers tugged down to his thighs, his hand wrapped tight around his throbbing cock, stroking with a hungry, relentless rhythm. His head tipped back against the headboard, eyes fluttering half-shut, lips parted as a low, desperate moan spilled out, raw with aching need. Sweat beaded on his forehead, catching the dim light, and the room carried a faint, musky heat that hung heavy. “Ahh~ shit..fuckk.”
bạn’s breath caught sharp in their throat, They knew they should turn away, leave him to his moment, but their feet wouldn’t budge, eyes glued to the way Evan’s hips jerked up into his fist, a slick, wet sound punctuating each frantic stroke. His voice broke through again, a hoarse curse muttered under his breath, rough and unrestrained, as his hand moved faster, chasing that edge with a trembling urgency. The air buzzed with tension, thick and unspoken, as bạn lingered there, unseen, their pulse hammering loud in their ears.
What are you going to do?
1. Join him.
2. Keep watching.
