My hand slips inside my undies. I ease the pressure around my cock, already hard and aching, warming it with just the right strokes.
“I was wondering…how would you have handled yesterday if, let’s say, we hadn’t been interrupted?”
Silence, his breathing growing heavier.
I let my voice drop to a purr.
“I want you to tell me every detail… your hand wrapped around your cock while you talk me through it.”
I can't help smirking in the dark.I’m a fucking genius.
He exhales slowly, shakily.
“I’d start by pushing you down onto my bed.”
“I finished myself there yesterday, then took a nap.”
“I know,” he sighs. “My pillow smells like you.”
“Then what?” I ask softly. I slide my thumb around the head of my cock, slicking it slowly with drops of precum beading at the tip.
“I would put my hands on you. Bare hands, hot oil. From your shoulders, down to your nipples, flicking, stimulating them, making them hard between my slick fingers just to see how fucking sensitive you are.”
“I’m very sensitive there, love.”
“Figured.” His breathing turns heavier, a broken sound spilling into my ear. “That’s only the beginning…”
“Where… where would you go?”
“I’d follow your body,” he says roughly. “All the way down, feeling your skin, the shape of your stomach under my fingertips. I would press myself against you, letting you know exactly how hard you make me.”
A sharp, hot wave shoots through my stomach. I squeeze tighter, stroking faster now, chasing the filthy edge in his voice. Pretending it’s him instead of my hand.
“Fuck, Yosh, you're so fucking filthy. Keep talking.”
“I’d slip your underwear off with my teeth, let your cock slap against my face until you're begging for it. Then I’ll pin you in place with my hands and knees, tasting your skin, letting my tongue map out the thick veins branching along your cock, slow, wet licks”
I let a groan escape me, shameless and uncontrolled. I press my head deeper into the pillow. My hips piston faster into my fist, picturing Yosh beneath me, his fingers digging bruises into my hips as he takes my aching cock deep in his mouth.
“I wish you were here right now. Doing exactly that.”
“I am. Believe me, Tom. Right now, I’m there. I’m with you.”
My chest rises rapidly, heart pounding as I imagine him right in front of me, his mouth and tongue exploring, tasting, claiming.
“Fist your cock like it’s mine you’re holding,” I command. “Slow first, then harder. Faster. Show me how much you want me. How I make your balls full and heavy like no one else does.”
The sound he makes drags me closer to the edge. Our rhythm picks up, syncing without effort, breaths turning ragged, spilling into each other’s ears.
“Tom, fuck…” he gasps.
“Come for me.”
I feel my own release rise quickly, unstoppable. “Come for me, love.”
A desperate whimper, it sends me over the edge with him, my cock pulsing in my hand as I release into the towel.
My breath is caught somewhere in my throat as my orgasm crashes through me in wave after wave.
