Vanta felt oddly numb as he sat in his chair, his gaze flicking between his monitor and the little puppet in his hands. Zali was live streaming some game; he wasn't really paying attention. He could see it in his subscriptions, amoung other niji streams. His breath hitched as he ran the tip of a finger across the rim of the puppet's hole. The stream thumbnail , the little red "live" rectangle in the corner, it was taunting him.
His tongue darted out to wet his lips, was his throat usually this dry? Was he really about to do this? He turned the pape over in his hands, squeezing it experimentally. Stuck a finger in; it was tantilisingly soft. Maybe Zali was reacting already, laughing and playing off the intrusive sensations. Biting his bottom lip, Vanta looked past the pape in his hands and down towards his crotch. His cock was already half hard in his sweatpants, bulging against the grey fabric.
He sat contemplating for a while. Eventually, with trembling hands, Vanta clicked on Zali's stream. It was Suika Game. Scrolling back through the chat, he could see some "tskr"s and emotes in chat, maybe those were from when he fingered the pape? He had missed Zali's reaction to that, he'd have to rewatch the vod. If the vod would even be up after what he was about to do.
Damnit. Setting down the pape, Vanta silently cursed himself as he shuffled his pants off, giving himself a few tentative strokes. He was leaking precum already - he always produced a lot - and the glide was nice, he had to admit that. He sat there, idly palming himself as he watched Zali play. Trying to work down his nerves.
He shut his eyes, reaching for the pape and squeezing it's little face. "Sorry buddy," he mumbled to himself before slowly sinking it down on his cock.
Any doubts he might've had were almost immediately dispersed, this felt amazing. He shut his eyes tight, his breaths shaky as he began to hump up into the tight fabric. It was almost too good. He was getting lost in the sensations until he heard Zali's nervous chuckle, and his eyes snapped open.
"It's so hot in my room, oh my goodness," Zali's voice was shaky and quieter than usual. He was trying to be casual about this, Vanta could tell. Vanta leaned back in his chair, a low groan escaping him as he languidly pumped the pape up and down his cock. He wanted to test this. When he thrust deeper, Zali let out a whimper that he tried to cover with a cough. When he sped up his thrusts, Zali excused himself and muted, using the excuse that he was feeling ill. Vanta could only imagine what type of sounds the frenchman was making.
He was working himself up into a frenzy, his hand working overtime. His hips were snapping up to meet his hand, the poor pape was utterly soaked with precum. Vanta tilted his head up towards the ceiling, panting and moaning openly as he raced towards his climax. He imagined Zali's hole, red and absolutely dripping with cum - his cum. His chair rolled back with his final thrusts as he released inside the pape. He sat there for a few moments, trying to ignore the painful post-nut clarity that he had just busted the fattest nut to imagining fucking his coworker, genmate, and friend.
Zali's voice was what brought Vanta back. It was rough, a bit breathy. "Sorry Vezkits," Zali cleared his throat. The chat was full of messages worried for Zali's health. "I'm okay! I think I will end the stream now though. We got some pretty nice scores! Bye bye!"