[His voice sounds equally distracted, as he shifts to stretch out. The likelihood of being one room away from one another is high, yet the distance makes it sweeter to touch himself in.]
[ Muttered under her breath, because that just gave her a mental image that made more fluid leak onto her fingers. She's a mess and her underwear is beyong salvaging. With a soft whimper, Cellar holds the phone between her cheek and her shoulder. ]
[ There's another whimper, then again, taking deep breaths and pathetic exhales with his name. She wants that so much; his face between her legs, tongue on her skin until it shines only with his saliva. Cellar doesn't have to speak for every other sound to say it out loud: she's coming, hips jutting forward, feet planted on the mattress as a shiver runs down her nape. Her hand and thighs are wet, muscles tense and so wonderfully overwhelmed where she climbed to an orgasm with nothing but her touch and his voice. ]
[Theo listens to every sound - he even stops his hand so he won't come until the end of it, when he can feel her body tense and shake and then, and only then, does he pick up the pace. He moves his hand over his cock rapidly, clenching his teeth as his orgasm builds again and finally blows with a grunt, head lolled back into his pillows and his body arching to milk every drop into his palm.]
Fffffuck, yeah - yeah.
[A moment or nine of silence, just - breathing. Steadying. His heart in his ears.]
Ugh, I - ah, you're so good, babe. Even when you're not actually here.
[ With his voice in her ear, grunts and shaky words hand-in-hand with his orgasm, Cellar closes her eyes with a tormented grimace. She could start touching herself again, ride the high and the pangs of arousal Theo is causing without even knowing it at this point. Self-control is biting her lower lip, keeping her legs together and her hand far from her navel, staring up at the ceiling.
After the pause, after she relishes in debauched little compliments— ]
[His voice is hoarse - like he's really been wrung through, grunting through his teeth as his fingers still stroke himself - slowing until he's looking down at his palm, speckled with cum. He brings his hand to his lips, licking a droplet off, trying to imagine it being her tongue.]
I want you too. I want - I want you to clean every drop. Think you can?
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[His voice sounds equally distracted, as he shifts to stretch out. The likelihood of being one room away from one another is high, yet the distance makes it sweeter to touch himself in.]
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[ If a voice could embody that little heart she likes to use so much— ]
Are you using it right now?
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[Not easy to hear, unlike his soft sigh.]
Got it right on my cock. I've been hard since you told me about your panties.
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[ She's grinning, eyes shut, hips shifting with the discomfort of wanting more than just a hand rubbing between her legs. ]
I—wish it was in my mouth.
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Yeah, me too. I'd - I'd have my hands in your hair.
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[ A shaky breath, legs twitching. ]
I like it when it's in the back of my throat.
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[Words that would feel stupid to say any other time of the day, he's too horny to care.]
Good at swallowing, too.
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I don't want to let any of it to go to waste, babe.
I wanna be good.
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[Said with surprising intense affection for a man jerking off.]
You're - you're so beautiful? I wanna mark you with my cum. All of you, all - all...
[Sry, he's pumping faster now.]
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[ Her breath is picking up, inhales held in her chest, released after each gasp. ]
You can come on my face.
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[Whatever you please - breathy, hitching, very close.]
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[ Muttered under her breath, because that just gave her a mental image that made more fluid leak onto her fingers. She's a mess and her underwear is beyong salvaging. With a soft whimper, Cellar holds the phone between her cheek and her shoulder. ]
I'm close.
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[Said with an almost audible smile, another low moan - he's moving his hand fast, deliberate.]
I wanna hear you. Wanna lick you clean after, too.
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Fuck... Fuck.
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Fffffuck, yeah - yeah.
[A moment or nine of silence, just - breathing. Steadying. His heart in his ears.]
Ugh, I - ah, you're so good, babe. Even when you're not actually here.
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After the pause, after she relishes in debauched little compliments— ]
I wanna lick it off you.
[ That's her asking him to give her the order. ]
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[His voice is hoarse - like he's really been wrung through, grunting through his teeth as his fingers still stroke himself - slowing until he's looking down at his palm, speckled with cum. He brings his hand to his lips, licking a droplet off, trying to imagine it being her tongue.]
I want you too. I want - I want you to clean every drop. Think you can?