Bruno sighed as he wiped the sweat from his face, leaning back as his chairs rusty hingeds protested loudly. It felt like an oven in his room from the summer heat along with the soldering he was doing for Kamala's newest gadget, an upgraded hidden computer for her bangle.
It had been an unexpectedly quiet summer so far considering that the world had almost ended, though Bruno chalked that up to villains also wanting a quiet summer, at least the important ones. There had been no sighting from any of the usual suspects, mostly guys who worked as henchmen, but those crimes mostly stayed in the realm of public disturbances.
Bruno blinked realizing he had been staring at his ceiling lost in thought, glancing back down to his work as his mind wandered once more as he thought of Kamala, they had confessed to each other at school, on the roof as the world seemed like it was ending. Bruno lightly traced his lips, remembering the feeling of Kamala's lips against his, the feeling of her toned waist and the firmness of her hips as he had pulled her closer, hearing her voice hitch from the excitement.
It ended just as quickly as it happened and they hadn't broached it since, but it didn't feel awkward or uncomfortable, though it was frustrating. Bruno exhaled dramatically as he felt himself begin to harden from the memory, looking down at his boxers he could see them slowly start to rise as he got more excited.
Bruno felt his clarity of mind start to glitch as his hormones began to throw a million tiny wrenches into the gears of his synapses, Bruno pulled his half chub out from his boxers and slowly began to stroke himself to full mast as he imagined Kamala kneeling under his desk in her costume staring at his cock, sticking her tongue out, looking desperate to taste his cock. Bruno leaned his head back imagining Kamala panting as she watched him stroke himself, his breathing became shallower as his excitement grew.
"Bruno, I know you want to fuck my pretty little face right?" He felt his hips buck forward, bringing his hand all the way to his hips, his grip tightening ever so slightly.
Groaning loudly Bruno lent forward, placing his forehead on the edge of his desk, imagining both his hands on the back of Kamala's head as he fucked her face aggressively, the thought of her gaging in his cock making him groan deeply.
Bruno felt he was close as he gripped his cock harder, he could barely hear anything as the feeling of his pounding heart made his head throb, this was it, any moment now.
Bruno came explosively as he felt his calfs tense and his jaw clench, he felt his cock pulse as his cum splattered on the wall under his desk, his imagination of Kamala gulping his cum as he emptied into her throat.
Minutes passed as Bruno's brain remained fried, the only sound in the room being his panting as he tried to catch his breath from his impromptu work out. He kept stroking himself slowly getting out any remaining cum and his cock started to return to its flaccid state, he felt cum on his hand he worked the remaining fluid out.
After a further ten minutes Bruno felt capable of retaining reasonable thoughts once again and rested his chin on the desk as he stared at the framed photo of he and Kamala shortly after she had met Wolverine, she had cuddled with him all evening telling him about how they fought a giant sewer gator, at one point though they had realized their proximity and it seemed like they were about to kiss that time, but his Nonna had called for him.
Bruno smiled at the memory, basking in his post-nut clarity as he put his cock back in his boxers, getting up Bruno figured he should shower and clean up his mess before finishing his work.
Unbeknownst to him a tiny Kamala Khan had been watching from his open window, she was stunned and excited from watching her best friend touching himself.