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Kinich believed he’s just your average guy. Some guy in his 20s who went to college despite being an orphan, because his relatives insisted he should pursue higher education first, whatever his passion may be.
While he is grateful for their support, he still felt guilty about them handling his tuition, so everything else, he manages with his own money.
Which is an issue because a guy living alone can only do so much.
He worked several part time jobs, here and there, sometimes free lancing or just taking any offer that gives him pay quickly, as long as it is safe and doesn’t harm his body.
Really, just your average joe. Just someone who is learning to be a game developer in the school he went to. He has his friends, he has annoying senpais. He has friends who are into extreme sports who would invite him to events.
A normal guy with normal work-social-life balance.
At least, Kinich believes so.
Normal enough he didn’t think he’d deserve to get a stalker.
“…” Kinich unlocked the door to his home and got in, locking the door behind him.
“… I’m home,” he muttered to no one. Why would he say that? No one is listening to him anyway, no one is welcoming him home anyway.
‘…..’ Kinich felt the stare again.
He was wrong.
Someone does listen to him.
They don’t welcome him home, but definitely know he is home.
‘… As usual, I wonder if this guy has nothing to do at all….’ Kinich was used to this feeling of being watched. It has happened for several months now, maybe even more than a year.
At first he felt creeped out by it. Especially when he found the slight beeping lights here and there from hidden cameras. It was very subtle and dim, but he found them.
Everywhere. In all hidden spots in his house.
A one-way, fruitless exchange. But surely, Kinich knew better than that. After all, he was always watching.
The tall male let out a sigh, carefully adjusting the camera settings so he could get a better view of what he was trying to see. The noise faded as a sharper image came onto his dual-monitor setup.
For a few seconds, all he could see was the crumpled fleece hoodie, but it quickly got shed in favor of a white t-shirt, the cheap fabric clinging to and showing Kinich's skin in all sorts of places.
Ahh, no matter how many times he already saw it, it never failed to make intense want bubble up from inside him. The knowledge that only he got to see Kinich like this, vulnerable and exposed inside his own home is something he treasured.
Such an unconventional relationship started from the time he randomly got partnered up with Kinich in a coding meet. Seriously, did Kinich have nothing but extreme sports in his head? It's a mystery to everyone how he failed to notice the women (and men) trying to vie for his attention.
Fuck all of them, though. They weren't the ones who saw into his life, and his home. Kinich is his and only his, and he'll make sure of that fact.
"Heh, you say that every time, dumbass. Welcome back."
Kinich quickly threw his jacket to the laundry bin. Preheated tacos and other food stuff in the dining room. Bag to the bedroom floor.
'Today was a sweaty day.... I should bathe first....' Kinich hummed as he opened the drawers that contained his underwear.
He still felt the watchful eye even in his own bedroom.
Really, at first he was genuinely creeped out that he can't even relax in his own bedroom.
But little by little, Kinich oddly felt used to it. He didn't mind the attention. Perhaps it also slightly felt nice to him, who was used to a lonesome and solitary way of life. In this way, he stayed alone, but also felt the presence of someone watching over him. Like... some sort of house fairy taking care of him. Is that weird?
It definitely is weird, but who is Kinich to comment on what's weird?
Confronting the culprit is also a hassle.
As long as they don't do any harm to him, socially or physically, Kinich was fine with being a living human attraction.
Seriously though, what the hell did they find so interesting about his average life?
Anyway, his underwear. He instinctively always counted them. 'The one from two days ago, the dark green one is still missing....' He hummed.
Another weird fairy-like occurrence that happened in his home. His used underwear will always go missing.
For example, he wore black underwear on Monday. He would wash it by Tuesday with his other clothes. By Wednesday it would return to the drawer, already ironed out and ready to use again.
Lately when he was going to wash them, he would notice it had gone missing. Kinich at first thought he might have washed it on the previous day, or it had just slipped out and went to the batch of clothes for the next day.
But mysteriously the same missing underwear would have been washed, ironed and tidied inside his drawer already. It even had the same exact scent.
Seriously, at first Kinich thought he was sleepwalking, or sleep-laundrying and sleep-ironing these underwear.
Until he noticed some differences. Like the slightly different position or folding. The slight difference made some suspicion rouse in Kinich's head.
One night, he pretended to sleep when he felt someone broke in. He locked his bedroom door, pretending to let whoever that robber is try to rob whatever things are his house (which is very minimalistic, and he didn't think he had what it took to be a target of a midnight robbery)
Only to realize in the morning that his underwear was gone. So that robber is either the same stalker who watched over him, or a different pervert.
Well, free laundry service, whatever.
Kinich thought after this had happened for a while. Kinich can't deny that it creeped and disgusted him out at first a bit. But why not. Whoever that was that stole his underwear had the decency at least to wash it (and with the same detergent to boot) for him.
Back to the current day, Kinich ended up choosing another underwear to wear after bath. It was one of the panties he had. Yes, Kinich wears panties sometimes rather than briefs or boxers. It was comfy, so why not.
He brought his pajamas and panties to the bathroom. Even here, the watchful feeling is still felt.
"Tsk... panties? Really? I haven't even finished with the last ones yet."
Ajaw glanced behind him, and the electronic hum of the washing machine and microwave filled the otherwise quiet apartment. While he set his appliances to work, Ajaw's eyes returned to his screen.
He absentmindedly grazed his teeth against his sharpened nails as he watched Kinich strip down until nothing but his naked form can be seen on camera. He saw how Kinich took off his prosthetic leg, parking it on a dry space and hopped to the bathtub in a practiced motion. Sitting on a large space of a ledge on the bathtub that has a shower head above. Ajaw’s eyes followed Kinich's hand going up and down his arm before going into the shower and closing the shower curtains behind him.
"And now you have the audacity to act a little shy. Honestly, it would make me retch if I wasn't more turned on right now," Ajaw opened his surveillance console and switched to a different view positioned inside the shower booth. This way, he could get a clear view of the way the water droplets slid down Kinich's perky chest and ass.
"Fuck, even though you can tell I'm here..."
Ajaw exhaled through his teeth as he felt his pants tighten. Clearly, the blood was starting to rush away from his brain and into his cock.
"Tempting me like that... You're asking for it, aren't you? Fine, I'll pay you a visit tonight, since you're being so cute..."
The microwave beeped in the background, but he paid it no mind. Rather, it didn't register in his mind at all, he was already thinking of all the ways he could get Kinich onto his dick. Would he let him? He certainly would, with how easily he accepted a disgusting stalker like him into his pathetic, miserable life.
"Ah, control yourself, K'uhul Ajaw... Slowly but surely, you'll get what you want."
The naked form that no one could have seen. How far does his tattoo reach. Where are all the places he had tattooed himself, a thing he did in his youth as a thrill seeker. And a secret no one else knew, his inverted nipples and the lack of dick down there.
No one had ever known about them, not even his distant relatives that took him in.
Since when did Ajaw realize Kinich figured he was being watched? It was his behavior.
Sometimes it was as if he was doing a one-sided interaction to the camera on purpose.
Sometimes it was as if he knew there was a camera watching, or acknowledging it was there, subtly, and then pretended to be innocent and go on his merry way, doing his usual daily stuff.
At the very least, Ajaw thought Kinich hadn't figured out his stalker’s identity.
Kinich did know though, he just kept silent.
Kinich grabbed the shower head and closed his eyes as he let the water from the shower cascade down. He pulled a stool to sit down and scooted down to sit there so he could wash his hair while sitting down.
And he definitely knows there’s a waterproof camera hidden in the corner, all just to see his genitals while he’s sitting down.
Technically he could have sat on the usual ledge of the bath tub to bath, but he wanted to wash something else this time as well. Too much soapy water there made it clog.
Once everything was cleaned and rinsed, Kinich huffed, finally clean from sweat. He could finally eat and just relax for the day.
He wore a baggy oversized short sleeved hoodie and shorts for the day, one that doesn’t even reach his mid thigh, so the hoodie even covered it.
After all, he’s in his own home so who cares right?
Kinich began cutting some vegetables, his body demanding something hearty and flavorful. The microwave was heating his tacos, sure, but that wasn’t enough.
So he ended up trying to cook the instant curry recipe Kazuha taught him. Just roux in water, sausages, some vegetables and rice.
"Curry... yeah, thought so."
The microwave beeped in the distance, unfortunately forcing Ajaw to move from where he was sitting. He clicked his tongue before getting up to retrieve his meal.
Wouldn't you know it, a microwaved curry set meal. He sighed as he trudged back to his own room carrying the ready-made dinner, where he saw the pot bubbling away. Kinich was busy laying down his utensils on his table.
"Wow... it looks so good, Kinich. You're so good at cooking."
Ajaw said in a somewhat dry tone, almost as if mocking himself. He started eating as Kinich did, but he could only really imagine what the other's curry tasted like through the screen.
Because of watching the boy for a little too long, the air-conditioned room made the curry lukewarm. Just like his days before watching the object of his affection through the screen.
Who was he, really, to call Kinich a pathetic miserable loser for accepting this situation. He was the pathetic one, calling out to him like this when he was too much of a coward to pursue him properly. Instead he had to resort to methods like this.
Another spoonful of lukewarm curry.
"Ack- what the hell?!"
Or so it seemed lukewarm, but he seemed to have scooped up a spot where the microwave overheated the sauce, burning his tongue a bit. That seemed to have snapped him out of self-reflection, though, so he looked back at the screen.
As if connected, they actually finished the dinner together. Kinich finished his first, and cleaned his dishes.
Kinich hummed some tunes as he tried to remember his schedule. He should finish some of his homework first, the testing of his project with Ajaw, and perhaps just relax and scroll stuff on his phone.
He opened the fridge, checking if he had everything he needed for the week, or needed to buy them.
'Honestly if I could talk to the guy on the other side of the camera I could ask him which items are where or the stock of my inventory,' Now he's completely treating him like a smart house’s AI program.
Going back, Kinich went to do his homework. Yes, he knew about the spy camera adapted into his webcam's front view and there was some sort of desktop spying program in his laptop. So the stalker could even see what he's doing on his computer, what he opened, what he's searching up.
God does he not have any privacy.
Not that Kinich cared for it right now, he had homework to do, as long as nothing was modified or deleted, it should be fine. He had backups anyway.
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"Hnnnnnrrrgghhhhh~"
Kinich stretched and raised his arms to do so, tired from the constant position. His hoodie lifted up and gave Ajaw a glimpse of his abdomen.
Yawning, Kinich decided it was time to rest and flopped onto the bed.
He knew about the teddy bear that was wiretapped and had cameras in its eyes too. It was originally a teddy bear Kinich and Mualani made with Kachina. Each of them are responsible for different body parts of each other's teddy bear. Kinich was in charge of his plushie's head, Mualani with the bear's torso, and Kachina with the bear's limbs.
It was a fun side project, honestly.
He didn't know when his dear stalker managed to implant a camera and audio in his teddy bear though.
Kinich crawled forward, not caring if his hoodie had drooped down enough for the bear's eyes to catch a glimpse of his chest as he retrieved the phone on the head board.
He flopped back to scroll or watch videos lazily.
Mostly short videos of extreme sports or travel blogging of camping.
Talking about camping, there's a new student who had been hanging out with him. Aether.
He always acted like a puppy and is always so proud to yap about their family members.
He's kinda cute, not gonna lie. If Kinich was a normal guy, he would have fallen for him.
'......' Kinich wondered suddenly what his stalker would do if he brought Aether to his home or started dating him.
Shrugging off the weird idea (for now) Kinich continued to play with his phone, this time, some mobile games, casual ones. Then when he yawned and his eyes grew weary, he put the phone down to charge itself, took off his prosthetic leg and plugged it in to charge and hugged a big pillow to snuggle himself to start sleeping.
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'.....' Kinich could faintly hear something unlocked.
'....?' Faint footsteps going somewhere, away from his bedroom.
'......Ah' It's probably his usual stalker, taking away his underwear again.
Kinich is too tired and half asleep to care, so he just continued to try to go to sleep and let him be.
Until his bedroom door was opened, closed, and locked.
Ajaw took a silent breath. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't a little nervous. It seemed the small part of him that still had some semblance of a moral code was screaming at the back of his mind to not do this. The smell of curry still lingered throughout the flat, a testament to the home cooked meal he missed out on earlier.
He glanced over at Kinich's peacefully sleeping figure. He cursed at himself internally, he hadn't brought his phone with him to take a picture. Kinich was so cute like this. He crept closer to the bed, observing the way his chest rose and fell with the slow rhythm of his breath, and the way his eyelashes fluttered, subtly hinting that he wasn't in deep sleep yet.
Ajaw waited for a little more, just a little bit more. He crumpled the hem of his shirt, his knuckles turning white with the force. Slowly but surely, Kinich fell into a seemingly deeper sleep.
Just to test his reaction, Ajaw brushed his fingers against Kinich's cheek. His skin felt warm and smooth to the touch.
No response...
Was he really asleep, or just pretending?
Any second longer and he wouldn't be able to take it. Ajaw slowly slid a hand up the thankfully loose hoodie Kinich was wearing. He stopped on his nipple, letting his finger rub against that spot a little absentmindedly before flicking it upwards. Not enough to hurt him, but enough to stimulate.
Kinich's body jerked slightly. His breathing sped up ever so subtly.
Ah, he could feel it after all. This guy... What's the point of just letting him do it? This time, and the other times before this. Touches increased in intensity every time. It started from a soft kiss. Then he got greedier each time, learning his weak spots.
He never relented. If Ajaw was a pervert, so was Kinich for letting him do whatever he wanted to him.
He leaned in closer, until his lips met Kinich's. They were plush, but a little chapped. Ajaw thought in the back of his head that he should make Kinich drink water more often instead of sugary sports drinks.
'Oh....' Kinich tried not to shiver, being caressed on the cheek. His touch starved self had always relented to his touches because he craved it, being touched, the warmth of someone.
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The first time it happened, it had been merely soft touches. His hand went inside his shirt, slipping inside his shorts. But it was all just light caress and groping.
There was sniffing, 'this guy has issues with scent', Kinich thought. Then there was light pecking all around.
Of course, Kinich was scared and creeped out by this behavior the first time this happened. But thinking that resisting might get him more hurt, as long as it doesn't do irreversible damage or is too painful or disgusting, Kinich thought he should let him do whatever he wants.
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The second time it happened the touches were more firm, as if he couldn't hold himself back and gained more confidence. They were licking. His ears were licked, and he didn't know he could feel good from that. Kinich had tried not to moan but failed the first time.
As if being encouraged by the moans, Kinich could feel his stalker trying to lick him all over the place, trying to explore his body. It felt so good he might have accidentally kicked his shoulder in the proccess.
Kinich himself was a virgin, he masturbated, sure, but very rarely. And ever since he realized he had a stalker in his house, he had never done so, thus he was more sensitive from the pent-up frustration.
Kinich was also never one to explore his own body, so any discovery of his sensitive spots were news to him. He did not know his thigh was that sensitive.
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The third time it happened, Kinich was no longer scared. More than anything, he didn't want for the warmth and touches his stalker did to him to go away. That was the first time he came to his touches. Even though only 1, or was it 2? Only 2 fingers went in, Kinich felt how big those fingers were. It was getting harder to pretend to be sleeping.
He always felt annoyed and empty whenever his stalker left him after he came.
He wanted more of that warmth, that caring attention, the pleasure.
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This was the fourth time this happened.
He already knew his nipple was sensitive, but to think it was now this sensitive? Even Kinich couldn't help but jerk at the touches.
He groaned, pretending to be disturbed and wanting to go to sleep. Maybe if he tries to turn to his side and hug his pillow?
Ajaw didn't let him, he was pulled gently to face upwards.
Kinich tilted his head pretending to be still asleep.
Ajaw wanted so desperately to ask.
Why? Why hold back? Why pretend to be coy, when you want it as much as I do? Or maybe the thrill of knowing you're being violated makes it more enjoyable?
Sadly, Ajaw couldn't really speak, or else Kinich would be able to tell who he was. His rough-sounding voice was too distinctive, and he couldn't risk being found out now. Despite all of this debauchery, he still cared about their project together, as it was their only way of interacting outside of this, and if nothing else, he didn't want to tank Kinich's grades because of his stupidity. He thought about all this as he continued to play with Kinich's nipple, while his free hand did something he hadn't tried before...
Ajaw trailed his hand down Kinich's abdomen, and slipped it under the garter of his shorts. His hand lingered on his thigh which was a familiar sensation. He felt the flesh there, firm muscle under supple skin. After he was satisfied, he shifted his hand upwards. The warmth radiating from his core was there. He took a nail and dragged it lightly across where Kinich's clit was.
Ajaw could tell by the way Kinich's body tried to rub into his touches, desperate for more stimulation. He was happy to give it to him anyway. Ajaw lazily dragged his nail across the sensitive bundle of nerves. He couldn't afford to be impatient, not now when Kinich was already gasping lightly from just a little touching.
Ajaw continued stimulating both Kinich's nipples and clit, while licking at the crook of his neck. He wanted to leave a mark there so badly, something that proved that Kinich was already his. Something to show people, especially that Aether, that they shouldn't mess with what doesn't belong to them.
Maybe he'll consider doing it in the future.
Kinich kept mewling and groaning to the sensation of his nipples being stimulated. Curse Ajaw and his own sensitive body, now he felt like a whore who enjoys being toyed with.
Kinich’s breath hitched when he felt his inner thigh being groped. He did have some muscle there, from all the extreme sports he did. And he often wears shorts with knee pads when he went climbing with Ajaw, possibly knowingly teasing him.
What he did not expect was the teasing on his clit. When did he learn where it was?
Last time he was merely teasing his labia, just by coincidence did he rub on his clit.
Was he spying on me when I was masturbating as well?
Of course, the answer was obvious.
Kinich gasped and moaned openly, admitting and pretending he’s having a wet dream, but on the other hand, he still partially hugging a pillow on the side which proved otherwise. His fist clenched the pillow cover. His toes curled as his thigh spasmed.
“Hnnghh—!” Kinich jolted and twitched as he got double stimulation now. Something he had never done with him. It was slowly overstimulating him, the moaning from the licking confirming it.
He wanted more. Kinich wanted more of his touch.
He wanted to be allowed to moan his name freely. But knows if he did it, he’ll break off this weird but gentle relationship they have.
Being given more makes him wants more
Ajaw glanced at Kinich's other hand grasping the pillow cover. He would perhaps feel some remorse if Kinich wasn't enjoying it so much. He swiped upward, Kinich's body involuntarily jolting along with the sudden stimulation.
He couldn't help but grin to himself. He enjoyed it and all, toying with Kinich, but he wanted to be a bit selfish this once.
Ajaw is delighted as he feels Kinich's panties get moist.
You're already this wet... fuck, that's so hot, he thought to himself. If he could say it out loud, what would the expression on Kinich's face look like? Maybe he'd be embarrassed, or even angry?
He hooked a finger under the panty's garter and pulled it downward so he got easier access to Kinich's pussy. It took all of his willpower not to take off his pants and just take the boy right then and there. Instead, he bit the inside of his cheek and opted for something else.
Ajaw put his middle and ring fingers right at the entrance of Kinich's hole, almost threatening to dip into the encompassing warmth. Right when he was about to, he moved the pads of his fingers upward and circled the other's clit. He repeated this for a few times, fascinated by the way it throbbed in a regular rhythm.
He realized he was growing wetter down there. He knows Ajaw has realized it as he felt his fingers begin caressing his lower lips, shivering at the touches.
It was another weirdly decent thing Ajaw did, before the first time Ajaw fingered him, he noticed Ajaw had been grooming his nails in the campus toilet. The dude who was proud of his nails and claws, clipping himself? Kinich was confused at first but was genuinely glad he put that much thought to be gentle with him.
He wanted to open his eyes, he wanted to see his face. But he knew the moment he saw his face, Ajaw will go away, away from this routine they had, or from his life altogether.
“Don’t…. Want that…” Kinich mewled, body thrusting more to the touches.
If that’s the case then I’ll let him toy with my body Kinich would think. As fucked up as it is. Kinich was as cowardly as Ajaw, for not wanting to step forward.
But instead, once Ajaw heard those words, his fingers slowed down, fully stopping after a while.
Maybe this is enough for today... Take that, fucker. Don't miss my fingers so much that you start masturbating on your own. That would be pathetic, his mind spat.
He carefully removed his mouth and his hands from Kinich, who was still just pretending to have a wet dream. He can't fool Ajaw, though, if his ragged breathing and shaking knees proved to be anything at all.
Kinich could feel his fingers slowly prodding into him, the clit teased consistently.
Not realizing he voiced it partially, it had caused a misunderstanding on Ajaw’s side and he felt the touches suddenly stopped
‘No…! No please— I’ll stay silent so…’ Kinich mewled, wanting to get his attention back.
Instead Ajaw also let go of his mouth on his nipple.
Kinich moaned more openly. He didn't want this to stop. He wanted more of his touches. But instead, Ajaw put his pants back on, tidied up his hoodie and tucked him back in his blanket. Even down to patting him before leaving silently.
‘No— this feels weird….’ Kinich groaned inside the blanket. He wanted him to touch him more. He wanted to touch himself. But he knew doing so will reveal the ruse of him pretending to be asleep.
He slept annoyed with the feeling of being dissatisfied and unfulfilled.