sure thing! let me write in dk's pov:

he knows he's being watched. he could feel someone's eyes on him from the moment he got home from work, so he puts on a little show.

he doesn't close the blinds when he starts to undress, making sure to face the mirror until he finally spots the man. his stalker. from across the other building.

he feigns ignorance, immersing himself at the idea of someone watching as he starts to play with himself, it turns him on to think that someone has this much of an interest in him.

it doesn't take long for him to feel on edge, his stomach coiling at the prospect of his stalker looming over him, watching as he fucks himself to the idea of getting dicked down by a stranger. the moans he lets out are loud and deliberate, he wants this so bad, wants to be pinned down and bred inside his own apartment by a man he doesn't even know. he hopes his stalker would be rough, would be mean. he hopes he leaves bruises and marks on his skin.

dk comes with a cry, spilling all over himself as he does, hoping that his show was enough to convince his audience to come over and fuck him up properly.

thankfully, mg doesn't disappoint.