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Ren flopped down on his bed in his GIGACorp base with a deep sigh. The big tour celebrating the end of Hermitcraft season 10 had just ended about half an hour ago, all the guests had left, and all the hermits had returned to their own bases. It was a lot of fun, but also somewhat draining.
He lazily kicked off his boots and pulled his legs up onto the bed. He closed his eyes, trying to relax a bit, trying to drive away the buzzing in his head from the chaos of the tour, when his mind started wandering. He thought of all the people he saw today, all the jokes being made, the silly moments, and then his mind lingered on one face. Those blue eyes that he had looked into so many times, the blond hair he always fantasized about playing with… Today was too chaotic for Ren to have had a proper chat with Martyn, but he had constantly looked for him in the crowd, and he had constantly kept an ear out for his voice.
Ren started thinking more about him, his imaginary gaze going down the other man's body, and his heart started racing. Down the blond's chest, down his stomach, and when his gaze had lowered to between Martyn's thighs, his hand had found its way in between his own. He groaned lowly as his palm rubbed against his growing bulge, focusing on the image of Martyn in his mind, picturing the other man stripping himself of his clothes, sitting down on the bed, spreading his legs for him… Ren gasped, then let out a mildly frustrated whine. Rubbing himself through his suit wasn't good enough. He clumsily unbuckled the belt, zipped down the suit, and kicked it to rest at his ankles, before quickly pulling his boxers down as well.
When he got comfortable once more, Ren sighed and closed his eyes again, trying to regain the mental image of Martyn naked, presenting himself to him, his legs wide and eyes inviting. He put one arm over his eyes; it somehow helped him focus on maintaining the fantasy. His hands wrapped around his dick, his knot beginning to grow a bit already. He moved his hand up and down, gently squeezing every time he reached the tip, little gasps leaving his lips with every pump. In his mind, Martyn was touching himself along with him. He watched as the other man's hand started stroking his own dick, and he began to imagine the little moans the blond produced the faster he went. Ren matched his own pace to the fantasy in his mind, imagining the twitches and shivers and noises coming from Martyn.
It didn't take too long before Ren tightly wrapped his index finger and thumb around his cock, and roughly pushed his throbbing knot through the circle. He came with a loud moan, his breathing labored. Ren sloppily pumped himself a couple more times before letting his hand drop to the mattress. He could feel his release on his thighs, warm and sticky, but all he could really think of was the man in his mind, who was also gasping for air as he had covered his own thighs in come, staring at Ren with loving, exhausted eyes.