Sitting alone. No one to hold. Tears roll dowwn the seadwweller's face. He sits on his couch, lonely and unwwanted. No one lovves him. No one cares about him. No one wwants to be in his company.
The highblood lies dowwn on his back, his head on the armrest of the couch. Another tear rolled dowwn his face and all he wwanted wwas to be lovved. He wwanted someone to care for him.
And like evvery other night of his sad lonely life, he tried to find joy. He finds it in all the wwrong places though. He trolls the other trolls, hoping someone wwill love him. He tries evverything but still no one cares. So he does wwhat any normal seadwweller wwould do wwhen sad and lonely.
Eridan slids his hand in to his pants and presses his fingertips to is unhardened dick. He feels himself harden at the touch and sheds a tear at this fact. The vvery idea of getting so hard so easily makes him feel disgusted wwith himself. But right noww he doesn't care enough to wworry about it. He just wwants to feel something. Anything besides this pain in his chest and the sorroww in his mind.
Eridan unbuttons his pants and pulls himself out, once again feeling disgusted wwith himself as he looks dowwn. He cries harder as he fills wwith pleasure, pumping himself slowwly. He just wwants to die, but his erection aches to be stroke and 'lovved'. Oh wwhy oh wwhy didn't anyone love him? Why did no one care?
The highblood pumped himself slightly faster, more tears streaming down his face. He let out a moan of pleasure mixed wwith a struggle scream of misery. He forced himself to stop thinking about the sorrow and loneliness and concentrate on the pleasure.
He thrusts faster, his hand aching, but his erection screaming for attention and 'lovve'. He came rapidly and then burst in to a neww wwavve of tears. He wwas covered in his owwn cum and all he could think about wwas howw badly he wwanted a hug. He sobbed loudly and curled up on to his side in to a ball. He just wwanted to drowwn in his misery and die.
Eridan fell asleep moments later…..
