((A/N: Another oneshot written for the kink meme. Somebody was looking for some Turkey/his mask, and this is what I came up with. XD SMUT. Enjoy!))
Sadiq enjoyed the nights that he had to himself. Not because they were stress-free. Not because he didn't have to deal with idiot kids. Though both of these things played a large part in his enjoyment of his night off, of course.
No, the reason he enjoyed those nights so very much was because they allowed him the brief opportunity to indulge in one of his more awkward and strange guilty pleasures.
The moment the door of his room had been closed and locked, Sadiq stripped until the only article of clothing left on his body was his mask. He then stood in front of the mirror, examining himself intently. His eyes roamed every inch of his own body. And once his eyes had finished their scrutiny, his hands followed.
Dipping into every crevice and caressing each smooth patch of skin, Sadiq felt along his own muscles individually. Moving a hand behind himself, he felt along his crack as his other hand brushed gently along his manhood. He let out a soft sigh as even the soft touch sent shots of pleasure through his nether regions. While the fingers at his crack probed at his own entrance.
Calming his breathing, Sadiq lifted his hand from his crotch, running it up his entire front before brushing the tips of his fingers against his mask at the same moment that he pressed a finger into himself.
Slowly, he began to pump his finger in himself as he raised the mask off of his own face. When the mask was off, he squeezed his eyes tightly shut and stumbled backwards to his bed. As he laid back, he had to remove his finger and reposition his arm between his legs. Almost immediately though, he pressed the finger deep inside himself once more, gasping as he felt himself beginning to harden.
Holding the mask, Sadiq began to draw it slowly down his body, eyes still shut. The nose-piece of the mask brushed against the skin of his chin, his chest (circling around a nipple), his abdomen, his lower stomach. Each brush of the mask was followed by a flick of his pinky to his skin, in a mimicry of a tongue. By the time the mask reached his crotch, he was fully erect and ready for attnetion, having added a second finger to the one already moving inside of him.
Sadiq attached the mask to his hand deftly, so that the front of it faced his balls when he took himself in hand and began pumping. With each downward movement of his hand, the felt the nose-piece bury itself in his pubic hairs, and each pull up caused the mask to scrape against his erection in such a delicious way that he gasped aloud every time.
Soon enough, Sadiq was reduced to moans of pleasure, the three fingers now inside his anus completely forgotten and motionless in favor of pumping his hand more quickly over his manhood. When he felt himself teetering on the edge of release, he scraped the mask hard against himself and then pulled his hand back, positioning the mask just above his erection.
For the first time since he had removed the mask, Sadiq opened his eyes and watched himself ejaculate all over the face that he usually wore. A moan tore from his throat at the sight.
He tossed the mask onto the bed next to him and removed his fingers from himself, allowing himself to just relax there.
"Ah," he whispered, just before dropping off to sleep, "I give the best blowjobs…"
