Your new roommate, Ash.

Framed in the open door is a concerned-looking equine man a little shorter than you, with a dapple grey coat and a black mane. He's still in his familiar pajamas, a faded band t-shirt and grey sweatpants. "What was that—" As he realizes what he's walked in on, he trails off. "Oh."

Ash is a friend from work. A couple weeks ago, he went through a bit of a rough breakup, and since you were looking for someone to split your rent with, you offered to let him room with you. Of course, you gave him full warning that you weren't about to change the standards of modesty you were used to following at home just because he was there, and that if he were ever to walk into your room without knocking, you wouldn't be held responsible for what he'd see.

"Sorry," you say with an embarrassed chuckle. "Knocked over the nightstand." You don't slow your stroking, and make no effort to cover up.

Ash blinks, silent for a second. "Ah...yeah." His gaze moves from your face down to your crotch and back again. "Sorry, I, uh...I should've knocked."

You shrug. "'S'all good." Absently, you move your free hand between your legs to cup your balls, massaging them gently in time with your pace on your dick.

You'd swear you hear Ash swallow. "Well, uh...I was gonna make some breakfast," he finally manages. "You want any?"

"Yeah, sure." You've definitely worked up an appetite. "I'll have some when I'm done."

Ash nods, seemingly starting to get over his surprise. "Right, right." Despite his words, he doesn't move right away. You see his eyes wander down to your crotch again, and get the sense Ash isn't as worried about you noticing this time.