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Oblio looks so unique and eccentric in Dance Central. I can't help but want to want to write about him. Of course it's a smut fic! That's my MO, baby. Solo!Oblio.
I don't own that fine piece of ass, sadly; Harmonix does. He reminds me of the Tokyo fashion scene, so we'll say he's Japanese in this story.
Oblio was never one to miss his meditation sessions, nor was he one to get too worked up during the day. But the last few weeks had him so incredibly busy, that he barely had any time for himself. From the grueling routines, to basically everything else, his time had been roughly snatched from him.
Today was different, though. Today and the entire weekend, in fact. Two dancers fell ill, and one twisted their ankle, putting a hold on rehearsal, and forcing the instructor to give everyone a few days off. This was pleasant news for Oblio. He didn't even have to leave his bed, when he got the call, informing him of the recent events.
He thought that the first thing he would do was meditate, but another thought came to mind. His body had been so stressed and wound up, that he doubted meditation alone would help him. Besides, he had needs, and had been denying himself for far too long.
The sky was still dim due to the earliness of the day, as the Japanese boy leaned against his headboard. He slowly slid his boxers down his narrow waist and slim legs, taking a while to run his hands over his legs and barely brush his crotch on his way back up.
He combed his fingers through his disheveled dark blue hair, which relaxed him even more. His eyes slid closed as black painted nails glided over the flesh of his torso, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He gently pinched and rubbed his nipples and gasped from the pleasurable pain that followed. He trained his body to become hyperaware of everything, including pleasure.
His hands continued their slow journey downward until they cupped the male's manhood. His cock was already hard and throbbing from his previous ministrations, when he fondled his balls with one hand and continued to leisurely pump his tool with the other.
Oblio lost track of time as the sweat beaded over his body, and seemed to stick him closer to his sheets. He couldn't recall when he had stretched completely out on the mattress, but the sky was getting brighter as he felt a certain sensation pool in the pit of his stomach. He was getting closer; every muscle tightening as he pumped faster. He licked and bit his lips that dried from his constant panting.
His breath caught and face twisted just as everything seemed to stop and fire rushed through his veins as he came. He moaned as ropes of cum rained over his torso. A bit hit his cheek, but he was spent and didn't have the energy to wipe it off.
Oblio was unaware of how long he lay like that; completely still, except for the rise and fall of his chest.
When he finally opened his eyes, the sun was shining brightly through his windows, bathing him in a warm, golden glow. He stretched out lazily, and slid smoothly out of his bed to take a shower and find something to eat.
How did you guys like it? I know the title has absolutely nothing to do with the story. I just like dancing to that song with him on DC. But seriously, send me some reviews. They're my drugs that keep me going. I tried to use as much imagery as best as I could, but alas… I don't have a dick.