Page 10 of Conflict Conclusion

“Yeah, I…it’s…tight,” Leon groaned.

“Slow…tease around your hole, get it nice and wet, and when you’re ready, press just the tip in.”

Leon presumably did as James said, because after some more grunting he let out a soft moan.

“That’s it, baby. Give yourself time to adjust. Slow movements, in and out, and you can curl your finger, if you’d like.”

James could almost feel it on his own finger, the warm, tight heat that was Leon’s body.

“Can’t…find…it’s a hard angle…I don’t usually⁠—”

Leon’s voice cut off in a high-pitched whimper.

“Yeah?” James said, his fingers stilling on himself.

Leon didn’t respond. There was more shuffling and then⁠—

“Fuck! James, I…right there.”

James flexed his fingers. “Why don’t you try slow circles? Just rub your finger over it, maybe give it a light tap.”

Leon whimpered and began to moan more steadily.

“Keep doing that, baby. Are you still stroking your cock?”

Leon’s answering whimper sort of sounded like “uh-uh.”

“Stroke yourself, base to tip. If you feel ready, you can try thrusting your fingers, but⁠—”

“N-no…feels…so good,” Leon whined.

“Okay, then just keep circling and tapping, like you’re hitting a key on that loud clacky keyboard of yours.”

A shaky laugh was followed immediately by a much louder moan.

“Why…does that sound so ridiculous…but feel so fucking good?”

“Cause you like it when I play with your spot, baby,” James said, grinning up at the ceiling as he began stroking himself again. “You like it when I rub it and tap it and hit it with my strap.”

“Y-yes,” Leon gasped.

“Good. Keep going, I want you nice and ready for me.”

“It’s too good,” Leon pleaded. “Not gonna–”

“Don’t stop, baby.”

Leon’s breathing was heavy through the phone, and he only lasted another minute.

“F-fuck, I’m…I’m…”

“Come for me,” James whispered, his fingers stilling, nowhere near his own release.

Leon moaned, long and low, and James savored the sound, hoping maybe he could get himself off later that night with just the memory of it.

When Leon fell silent, James lay there, his phone resting on his chest while Leon panted and James reveled in every breath.

Finally, Leon whispered. “I’m…still pretty hard.”