#( astrid vc: lying to yourself is unhealthy )

[shxrp-teeth-after-dark]

honorhearted asked : “I mean…KIND OF” (@ Lydia, lmao...and thankfully not your other muses -- though he'd never admit if he did for Astrid.)

Put “I mean…” in my inbox if your muse has m.asturbated thinking about my muse. / @honorhearted -- accepting

        Embarrassment was an understatement for the way a blush crawled onto her cheeks and burned her skin, rooting her in place as Ben fumbled through his admittance of… what was it? Thinking of her in his private matters?

        As the idea entered her mind, all she could imagine was the way his voice would tighten with want and urgency in the dim candlelight. She imagined him at his desk, the glow shining onto his desk as a reminder of how late and how wrong it was for him to remain at his office after hours. She could imagine her name leaving his lips in an excited release of breath, through gritted teeth, through strain and enjoyment. Through the motivation of getting to his release, he had thought of her. More than once. And if Lydia was to be honest? she didn’t know whether to feel a sense of pride or embarrassment at the blatant admittance. It was better than him thinking of someone else, right?

        Embarrassed coiled deeper in her stomach for what she planned to say next.

        ❝ Can you show me how you touch yourself to the thought of me? ❞