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The idea had started as a kind of joke, really. Nothing more than a throwaway line after a long evening spent chatting over the phone. Then the two of them decided that it
would
be pretty hot, actually, to stay on call with each other while trying to get off.
Dexter was quick to get situated- Sitting in bed, stripped down to an undershirt and boxers, with his phone in his hand. The dim light of the screen displayed a name and icon- “Streber”, with a picture that he found quite cute. It was the only light on in the room, though it also dimmed after a few seconds of being ignored. He tapped the screen and brought the phone closer to his face to speak, hardly able to keep the excitement from his voice. “Ready?”
“Yeah, I think so,”
responded his boyfriend, the audio slightly fuzzy.
“Not sure how much is going to go through, though.”
Dexter shrugged, as if the invisible nonchalant gesture would mean anything. Their cameras were off for tonight, the only way that this could work would be reliant on their mics. “Well, ‘s worth a shot. Anyways, I’m ready.”
“Okay, okay, let me just, uh-”
Streber’s end went silent, save for a bit of rustling. Dexter held their phone with an intense stare, staying as quiet as possible to avoid missing anything. For about half a minute, it seemed as though the phone couldn’t pick up any of the other quiet sounds that he assumed were there. Still, he waited silently, all but holding his breath- Until he finally caught the sound of a shaky gasp, soon to be followed by similar noises.
God,
it sent a shiver through his body, to hear such a soft sound. There was something about the quiet whines that felt so tender, so tantalizing- Making him long to be closer to their source, to elicit such noises through his own actions. Absentmindedly, they lifted the bottom of their shirt to get it out of the way. His fingers traced over his own boxers, pressing down lightly to add to the arousal… He’d wait a while longer to
really
take care of his own needs. It was more important, and effective, to sit back and enjoy the excitement in the meantime.
His eyes remained on the dark screen, though he was really staring off into space, fixed on the sounds more than anything else. It would be a shame to miss even the smallest noise. They
needed
to hear every single thing that came from Streber. To have as much of his partner as possible, despite their distance tonight. Dexter nearly felt dizzy from the sounds and the way his imagination took them and ran, flipping from one image to the next in his mind. He let out a soft sigh of his own as he leaned back into his pillows, still feeling himself through his clothing. He hadn’t realized just how wet he was until he’d moved, but how could he not be? Listening to his boyfriend’s pathetic whining while picturing all sorts of vivid fantasies between the two of them, unable to slow down enough to pick one to focus on for long.
The image of Streber under him- Or maybe over him, or pressed against the wall- Or the bed, that was good. Held down or tied up, making the same sort of sounds that he was now. But with the ability to feel his skin, his warmth- With a hand tracing over its soft surface, or the tip of a knife pressing down into it, or lips leaving a kiss against a bruise. Any way to touch him, feel him, take in every inch of his body. Rubbing over their ribs and sinking his teeth into their neck until he could taste their blood, desperate to have as much of his darling as he possibly could… And after anything and everything, sitting back to admire the shape of the body beneath him.
It was such a shame that they were apart tonight, but the absence of his partner only made Dexter want them more. Desire burned in his chest, clawed against his insides, writhing around in dissatisfaction. He
needed
be able to fully see and hear Streber. To have more than just the audio, still playing through the phone he gripped in his hand. The next time he could hold his boyfriend again, he wouldn't take a single second for granted. He would act on as many ideas as he possibly could, use his love to its limits. He would be cruel and tender, rough and gentle. He would wipe the tears from their eyes and bandage their wounds, just as long as he could
have
them- Because he
needed
them.
“Mm, Dex?”
“Yes, love?”
“Can I…?”
Silence hung in the air for a moment as they thought it over.
“I don't know,” Dexter finally hummed, a smug smirk on his face. “What do
you
think?”
A shorter silence was broken by another one of those pitiful whimpers.
“Please…”
He rolled his eyes.
“... Fine.”
They waited for half a minute more, still feeling themself as they listened to the (increasingly quick) sound of breathing… Reaching into their boxers and feeling out just how (un)surprisingly wet they were. With a hum, they pulled their hand out, inspecting their slick fingers. That should be enough to start with.
“Did you finish?”
“Yeah, I did,”
Streber answered- Still catching his breath, but seeming decently satisfied.
“Good. Now do it again.”