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“Go get it.”
Ishir did, picking up his earbuds and putting them in, too. He lay down and put the phone beside him, freeing his hands. “Okay.”
“Okay.” There was an odd moment of silence. “You like it when I tell you what to do, don’t you?”
Ishir squirmed, unable to respond.
“I’m not asking to…I need to know. You like it, right?” This time, it didn’t sound like a come-on. It was vulnerable.
“Yeah. I like it,” Ishir whispered.
“Okay.” His voice was stronger now, back to its confident tone. “Then I’m going to tell you what to do, and you’re going to do it.”
Maybe it was because Ishir was buzzed, or tired, or just dumb, but that was the second it hit him.
This was going to happen inreal time.
Zee wasn’t going to hang up and let Ishir get on with it himself. He was going to listen to Ishir touch himself.
Listen to him come.
“Okay,” Ishir responded, breath shaky.
“Get your hand wet. I want you to go slow. Stroke yourself, baby,” Zee said.
Ishir did. He closed his eyes and listened to Zee in his ear, his low voice telling him to go a little faster. To gentle his grip and pace.
“Touch the base with one hand, the head with the other,” Zee ordered, his voice was strained and blunt.
“Yeah.” Ishir couldn’t help but moan as he squeezed himself around his knot. It wouldn’t inflate without rut pheromones in the air, but it still felt blindingly good.
“Fuck, the noises you’re making,” Zee groaned.
Ishir paused because…he recognised the noises on the other end of the line. “Are you…?”
Zee stopped too. There was silence. “Is that okay?”
Was it okay that Zee was jerking off with Ishir? “No. I mean, yes, that’s fine.”
Fuck.Fuck—Ishir was suddenly close.
Zee was getting turned-on by listening to Ishir.
Sure, he couldn’t smell his Alpha scent, so that probably played a role, but he certainly wasn’t completely repulsed by him.
“Can you fuck yourself in this position? With your fingers?” Zee asked.
“Yeah. Can I? Please.”
Zee made a hurt sound. “Yeah. You’re so good, baby, fuck yourself full.”
Ishir gasped as he slipped a wet finger inside himself. He was tight—barely ever having sex would do that—and it took him a long while to get up to three fingers.
His wrist was aching like crazy by the end, but it was worth it for the way Zee was murmuring praise in his ear.
“You sound so good. Do you like that? You like getting fucked?”
“Yeah. Fuck, yeah.”I wish you were here to do it instead, he wanted to say.
