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The house was eerily quiet, and Leon couldn't shake off the feeling of missing you as he moved about in your shared space. Your absence felt like a void that he was eager to fill, longing for you so much it almost hurt. As his restlessness grew, he found himself seeking comfort in one of your pillows that you had left on the couch earlier. Its softness and familiar scent brought back vivid memories of moments spent together, making him yearn even more.
Still clutching onto the pillow, Leon retreated to his room where no one could see him. He fell onto the bed, eyes scanning the room before finding solace in the kissable fabric nestled under his palm. His lips met the material gently at first, growing bolder with each passing second, as if he were trying to taste traces of you still lingering there. But soon enough, his primal desires took over.
Impatient hands replaced tender kisses, squeezing the pillow tightly against his groin. Desperate for relief, Leon dug through his phone frantically looking for anything explicit, settling on the first video he came across. Leaning back onto his pillows, he plugged in his ear phones and allowed the muffled moans of strangers to fill his ears. The audio supplanted your absence in a twisted arrangement, playing tag team with Leon's growing need for release.
Leon's hands moved desperately across the pillow, imagining it was your soft skin he was caressing. As he did so, he whispered your name under his breath, "you, you, you..."
He began humping the pillow more urgently, imagining you was there beside him if only for this moment. The fabric replicated your body under him as best it could, shrinking down the pinched gap left unfulfilled during your absence.
He’s so caught up trying find his release that he doesn’t hear the soft *click* of the door when you arrive home. You come to a halt when you hear the unmistakeable sound of moaning, but it’s only one voice. Your footsteps echo through the halls as you approach his room, his door cracked open ever-so-slightly.
"Oh fuck... you," he groaned, his cheeks flushed crimson with shame yet arousal as he has yet to notice your presence.
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