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A reminder, huh? You’ve forgotten already?

Evan:

My memory gets fuzzy when I’m thousands of miles away and all your bruises fade.

You might need to be very descriptive.

Me:

I’m more of a hands-on teacher

Evan:

Then tell me what your hands would be doing right now

Pleeease, Marcus

Well, shit. If he’s going to beg over text…

Me:

They’d be moving up your throat, grabbing your jaw, and tilting your head back so I could see your face when I kiss you

Evan:

And?

Fuck, he doesn’t play fair. I move from the couch to my bed to grab my lube from my nightstand. This is an unexpected surprise, but I’m not complaining. If Evan’s horny and thinking about me, I want to be the one to make him come.

Me:

And my other hand would be undoing your jeans to free your hard cock

Evan:

I’m so hard

Me:

You’re always so hard for me before I even touch you

Evan:

It’s your fault you’re hot as fuck

I try not to let that go to my head and instead focus on the fantasy, but his words spread more heat through my body as I pull out my dick and start stroking it with my slick hand.

Me:

I’d stroke you, slow at first. Just enough to make you squirm. Make you want more.

Evan:

Would a please work?

Me:

You know it would