Ody smirked. “You didn’t?”
Mano swallowed, looking down, heat rising under Ody’s gaze. “No.”
“Don’t lie to me, Mano. I could hear you from the other room.”
Mano’s head jerked up. “That’s not possible, I wasn’t even loud!”
Ody’s smile widened.
Mano covered his face, exhaling in embarrassment. “Shit…”
Ody chuckled, clearly enjoying it.
“I hate you, Ody.”
“Don’t be shy. Bring your hand around your cock and stroke it for me.”
Mano lifted his head, flushed and obeyed. His hand wrapped around himself, but he couldn’t hold Ody’s gaze.
“Look at me. Don’t take your eyes off me. Not even for a second.”
Mano forced himself to face him again. His hand moved slowly, his arm and shoulder flexing with each stroke.
“What were you thinking about when you were jerking off to me?”
“S-stop…” he whispered, his gaze dropping.
“Hey. Eyes on me.” His voice sharpened. Mano obeyed. “Good boy.”
His eyes squeezed shut, a sharp breath leaving him. “Don’t… call me that.”
“I’ll keep calling you that as long as you obey me.”
He panted, his hand moving faster.
“Now keep your eyes on me and tell me what you were thinking back then.”
“Fuck, Ody, stop. Don’t… ask me that.”
“Eyes on me, big boy.”
He hesitated, then looked back up.
“There you go. So obedient.”
“Fuck…” he whimpered, his rhythm breaking faster.
“You’re doing good, baby. Keep going.”
Mano let out a low sound, trying to hold his gaze while Ody watched him.
“That’s right. I need you to cum for me.”
A broken sound slipped from him, his voice unsteady, his eyes never leaving Ody’s.
“Whimper for me, Mano. Whimper like a good little bitch boy.”
“Ahh—God…” He closed his eyes, his hand moving against his skin, the sound growing louder.