Inside Out Fear Lewd

>Fear swiveled idly back and forth in his chair, eyes half-hooded by tired lids. Dream duty again. It was so boring compared to the excitement in the daytime. Ever since it'd been time to press that weird "puberty" button, all the emotions were waiting for something new to happen. It'd been a few days, but... nothing. Nothing noticeable, at least. A worry kept nagging at Fear that something was malfunctioning-- or not functioning at all. But now, he wasn't really thinking about that. He was letting his mind wander, thinking about the day, staring absently at the screen in front of him. He leaned against the control board with one elbow.

>It was a while before he even noticed, he was so out of focus. He became aware of a growing warm sensation in his middle, and that his hand was groping at it through his strangely tighter-feeling pants. He looked down with a little gasp, pulling his attention back from his musings of all the awful things that might've happened that day to the darkened little room he sat in. "Ah... wh-what's...?" He whispered to himself, hesitantly unzipping his pants. He swallowed, carefully revealing his stiff, modest member. When it sprang up out of his underwear, he jumped at it a little. "That's new." He went to touch it again, warily, worried about his safety. He inhaled sharply, finding touching was very pleasurable. It twitched, begging for attention. "Mmn," He moaned, wrapping a hand around his throbbing shaft, enveloping himself greedily in this wonderful new sensation. He leaned back with a light creak of protest from his chair, biting his knuckles and glancing backwards furtively.

>Fear could feel his cheeks glowing hot, and his breathing got faster as he toyed with himself. He had this awful feeling he was doing something naughty. Maybe something his comrades didn't know about yet. It was like a horrible double-edged sword, though. The more pleasure he seemed to have, the more paranoid he got that he'd look back and one of his fellow emotions would be staring at him, wide-eyed in shock. But something about that nagging fear made it more fun. He grinned wryly, teeth clenching snugly around his finger. He pumped the shaft harder, the tip drooling with precum. He sighed at the sensation, unable to keep himself from glancing over his shoulder obsessively.

>The sounds in the dream sequence played in front of him started to mess with him. With every subtle noise Riley made in her fantasy, Fear swore it was someone approaching behind him. He trembled with excitement and anticipation, bringing both his hands down to work on his cock feverishly. "Ah--Ahh!" He exclaimed, stroking himself harder, faster, driving his desperate member closer and closer to climax. His hands started moving wildly, losing any rhythm they had before, pushing himself over the edge with a drawn-out moan thick with lust and satisfaction. His back arched as his core spasmed, shooting out strings of sticky, white cum all over the control board.
>He relaxed, hands dropping down to his sides as he gasped for air. He sat there in ecstasy, looking forward to the next time he'd have dream duty-- until he heard footsteps echoing in the room from behind. He scrambled up to hide his mess.