Happy birthday, Aubyn.
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Dare-bear: hey
eli: Hi.
Dare-bear: wyd
eli: Take a guess.
Dare-bear: ew ur still studying?
eli: Of course I am, finals are coming up!
Dare-bear: but thats so boring 🙁
eli: It’s not meant to be fun!
Dare-bear: uuuugghh i knooow
Dare-bear: can u take a break?
eli: I shouldn’t.
Dare-bear: how long u been studyin for?
eli:…I started studying at noon.
Dare-bear: babe its been 9 hours!!! pleeease tell me u ate smth
eli: I did, don’t worry.
Dare-bear: i still think u shld stop for the night
eli:…You’re probably right.
Dare-bear: i knw im right, put down the books studybug
eli: Fine.
Elijah’s phone rang almost immediately after sending the message. Darren’s handsome smiling face flashed up on the screen, making him smile subconsciously in return. He let it ring a couple of times before answering, knowing that at the other end of the line Darren would be sighing and rolling his eyes.
“Hey Darren,” he said, smartphone a cool balm on his blushing cheek. Elijah felt flushed as if it was still a new romance, even though they’d been together for almost two years now.
“Hi Eli,” the infectious smile ever present on Darren’s face was audible over the phone and Elijah suppressed a laugh.
“What’ve you been up to while I was studying all day, then?”
“Oh you know, the usual.”
“Playing video games and jacking it to the thought of me?”
“You know me so well.”
They both laughed. A brief comfortable silence passed before Darren continued.
“What’re you wearing?” The cliché line made Elijah giggle and his face flushed even more.
“I knew this was what you wanted as soon as you texted me.”
“Am I really that predictable?”
“Yes. You are.”
Darren’s deep chuckles echoed down the phone and Elijah shivered, happy and aroused at the sound of his boyfriend’s sultry laugh.
“I’m just wearing sweats.”
“Oh-ho, now that’s more like it. Comfortable but easy access. You want to stay in ’em?” Darren’s voice was dark and sexy, still jovial but clearly excited that the conversation was going his way.
“Yeah, for now. Might change my mind,” Eli said.
“As long as you’re comfy, babe.”
The easy reassurance made Elijah smile. He stood up from the desk and moved to recline on his bed, one hand holding his phone to his ear and the other resting lightly on his stomach, underneath his t-shirt. “I’m definitely comfy now.”
“I’ve already got you into bed? My my, someone’s eager.”
“I’m just doing what you tell me to.”
“I see… You want to play that game tonight?”
“I might do. It’s been a while.”
“Alright…” Eli’s stomach clenched in anticipation, Darren’s voice had taken on a special, husky note that he used for situations just like this. Eli prepared himself mentally for his first order. “Put the phone on speaker and strip to your underwear.” Short, direct and to the point, Eli did as Darren asked, putting his phone on the pillow beside his head before sitting up to take off his shirt, throwing it haphazardly to the ground before shimmying out of his sweatpants. He laid back down in just a pair of light gray underwear, resting his hands on his stomach as he quivered in anticipation. “Are you ready?” The voice coming through the phone felt as if it were surrounding him.
“I’m ready.” He sounded timid, shy, even to his own ears.
“I want you to start by running your hands up your body, beginning at the waistband of your underwear and ending at your nipples. Give each one a hard pinch for me.”
“Yes, sir.” Eli’s reply fell easily from his lips, slipping into his role as naturally as breathing. He dipped his hands down, caressing the skin just above the waistband of his boxers for a moment before drawing his hands slowly upwards, curling his fingers to scratch his skin with as they moved up his stomach, over the thin, faded pink scars on his chest, finally coming to rest on his nipples. He cried out as he pinched and twisted both at the same time, feeling no sensation in his nipples but enjoying the phantom pain and the feeling of his skin pulling as he gave them both a light tug.
“Good boy,” Darren’s voice dripped like warm honey through the speakers, pouring down Elijah’s spine and heating him up to his core. He whimpered quietly, letting go of his nipples to rub soothingly across them with his thumbs.
“How far do you feel like going tonight, my love?” Darren asked.
Elijah cleared his throat before replying. “Boxers on, hands only.”
“Hands under clothes?”
“Yes.”
There was a brief pause on the line.
“Yes, what?” Darren said, patient but firm. Elijah flushed with brief, acute shame.
“Yes, sir.”
“Good boy. Don’t forget again, you know what the consequences will be.”
“I won’t, sir. I know.”
“You’re going to follow my orders, aren’t you?”
Elijah shifted his legs on the bed, clenching his thighs at the wet, oozing sensation between them, surely darkening his underwear. “I will, sir.”
“I know you will, you’re my good boy and you like to make me proud. Isn’t that right, Eli?” The nickname and praise rumbled down Elijah’s spine and he shivered as Darren’s voice made his skin tingle.
“I do, sir,” Elijah whimpered. Between his legs, a gush of sticky slick dripped down towards his asshole.
“Tell me where your hands are, love.”
Elijah swallows around his thick arousal. “They’re resting on my chest, just below my nipples.”
Darren hummed low in his throat. “That’s good, but it could be better.” He paused as he deliberated across the phone line. “Move them to your stomach, just above the waistband of your boxers.” Eli started to do as he was told, but paused when Darren continued, “Slowly now, and curl your fingers to scrape your nails against your skin. Don’t be shy, either.”
Don’t be shy. Darren’s favourite phrase when he wanted Elijah to be loud when they were like this. The words alone prompted a groan in anticipation of the evening, the tone had been set for Darren to try and overwhelm Eli with pleasure.
Elijah did as asked, curling his fingers and lightly digging his nails into his skin, pushing them down his body, past his scars and over his ribs. He sighed out a moan at the sensation, his skin already flushed and sensitive to the trace amount of pain his nails produced. Down further, skimming across his soft stomach, hiding firm muscles beneath the surface which clenched as he passed over them. Finally, his fingers came to rest at his waistband, digging in slightly and settling just beneath the band.
Elijah breathed out shakily, being so close but not allowed to touch himself yet. A heady wash of arousal passed through his body at the thought. While Darren hadn’t said not to, the unspoken rule lay heavily over him. He would not touch without permission. Across the line, Darren knew this too.
Darren shifted on his bed, already stretched out and mostly naked. His left hand held his phone to his ear while he palmed his erect cock through his boxer briefs with his right. His phone was also on speaker, he didn’t want to miss a single sigh or whimper from Elijah. His little half-noises of pleasure got Darren to the hard far quicker than he’d like to admit, but Eli wasn’t here to see that right now. All he had to do was order Eli around in the authoritative tone that turned his legs to jelly and soaked his cunt, and he could reap the rewards. Darren’s cock twitched at the sigh that came through the phone, knowing that Elijah was waiting for his next order.
“Take it slow, love.” Darren paused, ramping up the suspense for them both. “Right hand only, skip your clit and run your middle finger over your hole. Tell me how wet you are right now.”
A low whimper, a gasp, a groan, all punctuated Elijah’s movements. Darren closed his eyes, watching the scene play out behind his lids. He slipped his hand into his underwear and loosely circled his cock with his fist, anticipating Eli’s answer.
“It’s- um…” Hesitant and shy, forcing out the answer past the lump in his throat that Eli got when he was self conscious. “I’m wet…” he finished in barely a whisper.
“How wet, Elijah.” Darren’s voice was firm, not letting Elijah wiggle his way out of giving the full answer.
“Soaking…” His voice a mere whimper, embarrassed but obedient nonetheless. “It’s already dripping down to my- my asshole…”
“Oh, my good boy,” Darren crooned, “that sounded hard, was it hard to say that, baby?”
“Uh huh…” Elijah was beet red, flushed with a heady combination of embarrassment and pride.
“I’m so proud, would you like a reward?”
“Only if sir thinks that I deserve it,” Elijah said, making Darren chuckle. Eli knew exactly how to push his buttons.
“Just a little reward for now, I think.” He paused and hummed, pretending to consider what he wanted the reward to be. Elijah squirmed in anticipation, his finger slick between his legs but being careful not to touch beyond what he had been told to. Finally, Darren spoke. “Push your middle and ring fingers inside your cunt, as far as you can, and rub your palm against your clit.”
“Yes, sir,” Elijah said. He ran his fingers over his hole once more, scooping up plenty of slick and rubbing his fingers together to coat them. Slowly, he dipped inside, his spongy inner walls easily giving way, thick arousal making his cunt loose and pliable. He groaned, head thrown back against the pillow as his fingers breached his hole and plunged inside with one smooth slide. Eli flattened his palm against himself, fingers crooked, and ground his hand in little circles. His slick squished lewdly between his thighs, coating his hand and everything in between.
“Does that feel good, love?” Darren crooned, his own hand stroking himself slowly as he enjoyed the sound of Elijah’s moaning.
“Yes, oh…” Elijah groaned as he circled his hand, shallowly thrusting with his fingers as he ground his clit roughly against the soft palm of his own hand.
“Now now, there’s no need to rush,” Darren said, and Elijah slowed his hand to a stop, fingers resting as deep as they could reach inside himself. “It’s a marathon, not a sprint, Eli. Besides, I want to take my time with you.”
“I understand, sir.” Eli’s thighs clenched as he ached with the need to thrust down onto his fingers. His inner walls spasmed, his body craving stimulation after being so suddenly cut short.
“Are your fingers still in your cunt?”
“Yes, sir.”
“All the way in, I assume?”
“Yes, sir.”
“That’s good.” Over the phone, Elijah heard the faint rustle of bedsheets, the slide of skin on skin, the sound of Darren stroking himself while Elijah lay motionless. It ignited hot coals in the depths of his stomach and he trembled with desire. “Keep your palm pressed against your cock and thrust your fingers shallowly. Slowly now, I’ll know if you go too fast.”
Elijah twitched the tips of his fingers, stroking back and forth in tiny motions. Slick flooded past his fingers and his toes curled at the bare minimum pleasure. His cunt ached to be filled and, hopelessly, he moaned long and loud, “Darren!”
“Stop moving.” Darren’s firm voice cut through his desire like a hot knife. He froze, panting and fighting back every urge in his body to shove his fingers deep inside himself. “Do you know what you did wrong?”
“I-I-” Eli stuttered and frantically searched his mind through the need boiling inside of himself. It dawned on him and filled him with dread but his body betrayed him, the shame only making him burn hotter. “I used your name, sir,” he managed to whimper.
“That’s right.” While his voice was stern, Darren couldn’t help a wide grin spreading across his face. A benefit of phone sex? Not having to hide his own enjoyment during times like this. Sure, he could keep a straight face well enough in person, but it was always an effort to hide just how much fun he was having. “I think you need to be punished so that you don’t forget. Does that sound fair, baby?”
“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.” Elijah simpered, unable to hide how eager he was. He remained frozen in place, waiting with bated breath for Darren’s command. Luckily for him, Darren was just as excited, if better at hiding it.
“Take your hands out of your underwear and place them beside you on the bed.” Firm, direct, Elijah followed the instructions instantly. His boxers clung to his thighs uncomfortably, instantly becoming saturated with his slick. “I want you to sit up and grind against the bed. I want you to feel your wetness seep through your boxers and make a mess of your sheets, and only when I know that it’s all soaked will I let you touch yourself again. Do you understand?”
“I understand, sir.”
“Get to it then. Make sure the phone’s positioned so that I can hear every movement you make.”
“Yes, sir.”
Elijah shuffled up onto his hands and knees, crotch pressed firmly against the bed sheets beneath him. He grabbed his phone and placed it between his spread knees. Planting his hands and hanging his head between his shoulders, he began shifting back and forth. A bead of sweat cut a cool trail down his spine as he rocked, grinding himself down to try and get as much stimulation as possible, his slick soaking steadily through the thin fabric of his boxers. He sighed out a quiet moan and adjusted his angle, dragging his clit against the growing wet patch turning his underwear dark gray.
“Let me hear you, love.”
Elijah let his mouth fall open and he groaned, long and desperate, into the relative silence of his bedroom. He shifted faster, the sheets beneath him bunching and rustling as he desperately tried to chase every spark of pleasure that shot up his spine. Every exhale turned into a moan, his hands screwed up the fabric beneath them, wetness soaked his thighs and everything in-between.
“That’s it, you sound so hot,” Darren crooned. “Grind down just like how you ride my cock.”
The image instantly flooded Elijah’s mind and underwear, Darren appearing beneath him behind his closed eyelids. Elijah’s skin tingled with phantom feeling as the Darren in his mind grasped his hips with firm, strong hands, guiding him to thrust harder and faster against the bed. His moans climbed in pitch as the scene grew more intense in his mind, his cunt ached for Darren’s cock to fill it, clit twitching with his need to climax–
Cut short by a barked order of, “Freeze.” Obeying on instinct, Elijah whined pitifully. “Put your hand between your legs, over your boxers, and tell me how wet it is.”
Right hand trembling, Elijah cupped it underneath him, plunging it into the sopping mess that was his underwear and bed sheets, his boxers undeniably dark with slick. “It’s soaking, everything is wet.”
“That’s perfect, love,” Darren said, “You’ve done so well, you’ve been such a good boy. Do you want to come?”
“Please, sir…” Elijah whined, “Please let me come!”
“Hmm,” Darren pretended to deliberate, teasing Elijah into desperation.
“Please, I’ve been good, please let me come, sir!”
Darren chuckled and gave in, “Alright, alright. Listen closely, do as I say and I’ll let you come.”
“I’ll do anything you say, sir.”
“I know you will, love,” Darren held the base of his cock, feeling just as close to coming as Elijah was, despite not sounding it. He sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth before instructing Eli, “Put your hand back into your boxers and ride your fingers. Fuck yourself on them like you do my cock and don’t stop until you come. Got that?”
“Yes, sir, thank you,” Eli panted with relief, shoving his right hand into his underwear and immediately curling his middle and ring fingers inside himself. Across the line, Darren stroked and squeezed his cock, fueled by Elijah’s constant, uncontrollable moaning.
“Fuck, are you close, Eli?”
Elijah grunted affirmatively, curling his fingers to stroke inside his cunt as he pushed his clit down against his palm. “I’m close, sir, you’re gonna make me come!”
“Me too, I’m gonna come too, baby, but I want to hear you first, let me hear you come for me,” Darren threw his head back against his pillow with a deep groan, hand stripping his cock as he inched closer and closer to climax. “Come for me, Elijah!”
One final command and Elijah helplessly obeyed, crying out as his entire body spasmed with the force of his orgasm. His hips thrust down and his cunt clenched around his fingers, slick escaping past the vice-like grip of his inner walls. Through the phone, he heard Darren grunt and gasp, tell-tale signs of his own climax. Elijah shuddered as aftershocks wrecked his system, triggered in a domino effect by the sound of Darren losing himself.
“Holy shit…” Eli slumped onto his back- left hand gripping his phone, his precious connection to Darren- head resting against the pillow as he trembled, crawling back to his senses lethargically after coming so intensely.
Darren laughed, breathless and satisfied, “I know, right?” A deep sigh and muffled rustling gave away Darren’s movements as he shuffled around to get comfortable. “Worth the study break, I hope?”
Elijah couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh, that was well worth it, you know it was.”
“I’m glad,” Darren replied smugly. “You got any plans tomorrow?”
“Aside from making sure my legs still work after all that? No plans.”
“Fancy grabbing dinner?”
“You know I do.”
They both chuckled, relaxing into the familiar sounds of the other’s afterglow. They stayed on the phone late into the night, enjoying the comfort of company, easy and familiar. Staying up late, despite knowing they would be seeing each other tomorrow, they lost track of the time as they usually did when talking to each other, talking until they felt too tired to go on, reluctant despite knowing they would be together again very soon.