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Chai’s eyes open. He has no idea what time it is, but considering how tired he feels, it’s too damn early. His eyes fall shut as he rolls over.
He grunts as his shifting makes him rub his half-hard cock against the bed. His player pulses. It ripples through his body, down into his dick. He shivers, hips twitching.
Jacking off right now would be too much effort. Opening the drawer, getting the lube out, putting some on his hand, taking his boxers off, getting the tissues… ugh. But his dick twitches, refusing to be ignored.
He presses his face into the pillow under his head. And then realizes that he has a very easy solution to this problem.
Shimmying his briefs down to his thighs, Chai’s cock springs free. Then, he pulls the pillow out from under himself and puts it between his legs. The soft, warm fabric feels good against his skin.
He starts sliding his dick against it with a hum. The melody floats lazily around and through him, pianissimo. The beat thumps leisurely and steadily. He can feel every throb of it reverberate through his body. He shivers. It doesn’t take long for his cock to grow to full hardness.
Pulling the pillow a little closer, Chai lets out a low moan. Bit louder; piano. Tempo change; andante. His hips are in time with the slightly quicker rhythm before he fully registers it. He hums. C minor; D. Hah.
The thump thump thump thump of the beat throbs in his cock. It feels weird, but good. The contrast between the hard line of his dick pushing against the softness of the fabric is the same.
He moans again, this time slightly louder. The song gets noisier in turn.
Tempo change again. In time before he realizes it. But it feels too good for him to really care. He’s lost in the haze of the music, in the sensation of his cock and balls dragging over the pillow. He groans, too caught up in the feelings to care about whether he’s being too loud.
Panting. Sixteenth notes. Soft fabric. Forte. Clinging to skin from sweat and precum. Beat pounding throughout. Faster, chasing it; molto allegro. Pressure building. Crescendoing, higher and higher. Head spinning, body shaking, moaning and whining and panting and quarter, eighth, sixteenth, resonating tensely plucked strings—
Chai moans, long and loud as cum shoots out of his cock, all over the pillow. Trembling, he keeps his hips moving until his orgasm ends.
Panting and sweaty, he lies in the quiet dark for a bit. Pianississimo.
He pushes the pillow away from himself. It falls off the bed. He’ll deal with it later.
Chai rolls over and, within the span of about ten beats, falls back asleep.