94.
Title: Wrong Number
Pairing/Characters: Ryo, Massu, Hands, Cellphones
Rating/Warnings: NC-17
Prompt: # 94 Massu accidentally calls a phone sex line and can't seem to hang up.
Summary: What are you wearing?
A/N:
“Hey. What are you wearing?”
Massu pulls his cell phone away from his ear and stares at it in disbelief. He has never had someone answer a call that way before, though he isn’t surprised seeing as who it was he had called. The voice on the other line was a lot deeper than Massu was used to hearing.
“Are you there baby?” the deep voice on the other line asks, “Talk to me. I want to hear you as you fall apart.”
“This isn’t very funny,” Massu says calmly. “Seriously, Tegoshi. You’re so weird.” Massu rolls his eyes and sighs. “Even for you, this is weird. What’s gotten into you?”
“Nothing yet. Is that what you want?” comes the answer. Massu nearly drops his phone in shock. “Do you want to be inside of me, baby? Are you imagining yourself fucking me, making me scream until my throat is raw and I can no longer speak?”
This time Massu really does drop the phone. He flinches the moment it hits the floor and skitters across the ground. Slowly he picks it up and presses it back to his ear. Tegoshi has never spoken to him that way before. Massu feels his face burning.
“This really isn’t funny Tegoshi,” he says quietly. “I don’t know who you think this is, you need to stop this right now.”
“My name’s not Tegoshi,” comes the reply with a soft laugh, and Massu hates the way his body involuntarily shivers at the sound. “But I’ll be whoever you want me to be. You can call out whatever name you want as you come, I’ll be that person for you.” There was a pause in which Massu took the time to stare at the number on his screen. “Does my voice make you hot? Are you touching yourself yet?”
Massu sputters incoherently into the receiver. “Who is this? Where do you get off talking this way to someone you’ve never met?”
“You’re the one who called me.”
“I didn’t mean to call you!” Massu hisses. “I meant to call a friend of mine and I must have hit the numbers in the wrong order.”
The man on the other end laughs again, and Massu can’t stop his mind from wandering. He wonders if the man is as pretty as his laugh makes him sound. His voice is deep, with a rough edge to it and Massu thinks he hears the hint of some type of accent there. Massu shakes his head in an attempt to lose those thoughts, and sits on the edge of his bed.
“People accidentally call me all the time,” he says quietly. “Yet once I start talking, they don’t seem to have the ability to hang up.”
“W-What kind of job is this?” Massu asks, though he already knows. He just wants to hear the other man say it.
“You can’t tell?” he questions, and Massu can practically see the man sitting there with his eyebrow raised. “Well that must mean you’re very new at this. A virgin from the sounds of it.”
“No that’s not--” Massu starts, hands flailing beside him. “I’m not-- No. No.”
“It’s hot when you resist,” he says softly. “Do you want to roleplay then? Act like you don’t want me to fuck you, when you know you do?” he goes on, and Massu blushes at the thought. “I could tie you up, trail my hands slowly down your torso; play with the elastic band of your boxers.”
Massu takes a deep, shaky breath. He hates himself for how hard he’s getting, but he can’t stop. He can’t stop the way he slowly presses his free hand against his growing erection. Massu bites his lower lip to stifle the gasp; he moves his palm against the denim and shudders at the friction.
“Are you imagining it? The way my hands would feel against your skin?” he whispers, and Massu groans. “That was pretty. I bet you sound even more beautiful when you moan.” Massu moves against the palm of his hand again, gasping quietly. “Come on, baby. Let’s make each other feel good.”
“I don’t even know your name,” Massu whispers. “This isn’t right. We shouldn’t be doing this.”
He doesn’t know why he can’t hang up. Massu knows this is wrong; he shouldn’t be doing this. For all Massu knows, this person could be younger than himself. He wonders vaguely if this was something that could get him sent to jail. Massu really doesn’t want to go to jail. Especially not over a phone call like this.
“I don’t know yours either. You never introduced yourself,” comes the reply. “It’s a little rude don’t you think? We’re sharing this beautiful moment, after all.”
“Oh. I’m-- it’s-- Masuda. Everyone calls me Massu,” Massu says shakily. He has moved back to lay on his bed and has his hand on the top button of his jeans.
The man on the other line hums. “You can call me Ryo.”
“Ryo,” Massu repeats.
“That’s right. Say my name,” Ryo says with a low growl. “You should know the name of the person who’s going to make you come.”
“Oh my god.”
“So, baby,” Ryo says, voice low. “What are you wearing?” Massu stares up at his ceiling. This is still wrong. Ryo’s voice is so deep, and low, full of promising things that Massu can’t quite place. “Don’t keep me waiting.”
“Jeans and a t-shirt,” he murmurs. “W-what about you?”
“I’m wearing whatever you want me to be wearing,” Ryo replies quietly. “What do you want me to be wearing?”
“I really want to know.”
Ryo laughs and Massu feels his heart soar at the sound. “Boring normal clothes. Baggy jeans and a shirt two sizes too big for me.”
Massu hums and closes his eyes; runs a hand across his stomach as he tries to picture what Ryo may look like. Was he tall, with visible muscles? Ryo could have been short, and heavy built. Maybe Ryo has dark intense eyes that match his dark hair. Massu thinks Ryo’s hair would be soft, and would feel nice between his fingers.
“You keep going silent on me,” Ryo says, snapping Massu out of his thoughts. “Tell me what you’re thinking about.”
“You. I’m thinking about you,” Massu says with an embarrassed laugh. “Thinking about what you might look like.”
“Am I hot?” Ryo asks softly. “Do you see me down on my knees for you?”
Massu groans at the thought. “I wasn’t, until you said that.”
Ryo hums, and Massu can practically hear the grin on the other man’s face. “I bet you taste as good as you sound. How do you want to play with me?”
Massu chokes on his next inhale. He unbuttons his jeans and immediately pushes them down his thighs. “On your knees,” he murmurs. “I want you to suck me off.”
“Oh I would, baby,” Ryo says, his voice is light and teasing. “I’d take you in as far as I could, swirl my tongue around you,” Ryo chuckles. “And then, right as you’re on the edge, I would pull back just before you’d come, so that you could fuck me properly.”
Massu wraps fingers around himself. He hisses at the touch and squeezes. “Ryo.”
“Tell me how you want to fuck me,” Ryo prompts with a low growl. “Tell me how you would do it. Would you tie me up, Massu?”
Massu grunts and slowly begins to stroke himself. He imagines that it’s Ryo’s mouth around his cock, that it’s Ryo’s tongue pressing against the tip instead of his own hands.
“I’d have you on your back, eyes on me as I fucked you,” Massu says with a low moan, thrusting up into the funnel of his hand. “I would make you hold on to the headboard; deny you the ability to touch yourself or to come until I give you permission.”
Massu hears Ryo’s breath hitch. “What then?” Ryo asks, with a quiet moan.
“Then I would fuck you, slow and hard,” Massu gasps, and moves his hand faster. “I’d make you take every inch of me over and over.”
“Are you touching yourself?” Ryo asks suddenly, and he doesn’t hide his moan this time. “I am. I’m imagining everything you just said.”
Massu moans again, squeezing himself at the base before dragging his hand slowly upwards. He hears Ryo gasping quietly on the other line. He’s reaching the edge faster than he would have liked, but he’s been worked up for a while and Ryo’s gasps are not helping him.
“You feel so good inside of me,” Ryo growls, and Massu shudders.
Massu is silent as Ryo continues to gasp into his ear. He slides his hand along his cock, pressing his thumb into the slit while spreading around the precome. He moans and bucks his hips up, moving his hand faster while imagining he’s inside Ryo.
“Come with me, Massu. Now,” Ryo groans, and Massu does. He comes messily over his fingers. Massu lays there breathing heavily, and he hears Ryo breathing just as heavily on the other side.
“I don’t know what to say,” Massu says slowly, and he flinches at the stickiness on his hand.
Ryo laughs. “Well, now you say thank you for the good time,”
“I-- You don’t want to talk about something else?” Massu asks with a frown.
“I don’t get paid just to talk,” Ryo replies quickly. “But if you want I can give you my cell phone number and we can have a normal conversation another time.”
“That would be nice,” Massu responds with a grin.
Pairing/Characters: Ryo, Massu, Hands, Cellphones
Rating/Warnings: NC-17
Prompt: # 94 Massu accidentally calls a phone sex line and can't seem to hang up.
Summary: What are you wearing?
A/N:
“Hey. What are you wearing?”
Massu pulls his cell phone away from his ear and stares at it in disbelief. He has never had someone answer a call that way before, though he isn’t surprised seeing as who it was he had called. The voice on the other line was a lot deeper than Massu was used to hearing.
“Are you there baby?” the deep voice on the other line asks, “Talk to me. I want to hear you as you fall apart.”
“This isn’t very funny,” Massu says calmly. “Seriously, Tegoshi. You’re so weird.” Massu rolls his eyes and sighs. “Even for you, this is weird. What’s gotten into you?”
“Nothing yet. Is that what you want?” comes the answer. Massu nearly drops his phone in shock. “Do you want to be inside of me, baby? Are you imagining yourself fucking me, making me scream until my throat is raw and I can no longer speak?”
This time Massu really does drop the phone. He flinches the moment it hits the floor and skitters across the ground. Slowly he picks it up and presses it back to his ear. Tegoshi has never spoken to him that way before. Massu feels his face burning.
“This really isn’t funny Tegoshi,” he says quietly. “I don’t know who you think this is, you need to stop this right now.”
“My name’s not Tegoshi,” comes the reply with a soft laugh, and Massu hates the way his body involuntarily shivers at the sound. “But I’ll be whoever you want me to be. You can call out whatever name you want as you come, I’ll be that person for you.” There was a pause in which Massu took the time to stare at the number on his screen. “Does my voice make you hot? Are you touching yourself yet?”
Massu sputters incoherently into the receiver. “Who is this? Where do you get off talking this way to someone you’ve never met?”
“You’re the one who called me.”
“I didn’t mean to call you!” Massu hisses. “I meant to call a friend of mine and I must have hit the numbers in the wrong order.”
The man on the other end laughs again, and Massu can’t stop his mind from wandering. He wonders if the man is as pretty as his laugh makes him sound. His voice is deep, with a rough edge to it and Massu thinks he hears the hint of some type of accent there. Massu shakes his head in an attempt to lose those thoughts, and sits on the edge of his bed.
“People accidentally call me all the time,” he says quietly. “Yet once I start talking, they don’t seem to have the ability to hang up.”
“W-What kind of job is this?” Massu asks, though he already knows. He just wants to hear the other man say it.
“You can’t tell?” he questions, and Massu can practically see the man sitting there with his eyebrow raised. “Well that must mean you’re very new at this. A virgin from the sounds of it.”
“No that’s not--” Massu starts, hands flailing beside him. “I’m not-- No. No.”
“It’s hot when you resist,” he says softly. “Do you want to roleplay then? Act like you don’t want me to fuck you, when you know you do?” he goes on, and Massu blushes at the thought. “I could tie you up, trail my hands slowly down your torso; play with the elastic band of your boxers.”
Massu takes a deep, shaky breath. He hates himself for how hard he’s getting, but he can’t stop. He can’t stop the way he slowly presses his free hand against his growing erection. Massu bites his lower lip to stifle the gasp; he moves his palm against the denim and shudders at the friction.
“Are you imagining it? The way my hands would feel against your skin?” he whispers, and Massu groans. “That was pretty. I bet you sound even more beautiful when you moan.” Massu moves against the palm of his hand again, gasping quietly. “Come on, baby. Let’s make each other feel good.”
“I don’t even know your name,” Massu whispers. “This isn’t right. We shouldn’t be doing this.”
He doesn’t know why he can’t hang up. Massu knows this is wrong; he shouldn’t be doing this. For all Massu knows, this person could be younger than himself. He wonders vaguely if this was something that could get him sent to jail. Massu really doesn’t want to go to jail. Especially not over a phone call like this.
“I don’t know yours either. You never introduced yourself,” comes the reply. “It’s a little rude don’t you think? We’re sharing this beautiful moment, after all.”
“Oh. I’m-- it’s-- Masuda. Everyone calls me Massu,” Massu says shakily. He has moved back to lay on his bed and has his hand on the top button of his jeans.
The man on the other line hums. “You can call me Ryo.”
“Ryo,” Massu repeats.
“That’s right. Say my name,” Ryo says with a low growl. “You should know the name of the person who’s going to make you come.”
“Oh my god.”
“So, baby,” Ryo says, voice low. “What are you wearing?” Massu stares up at his ceiling. This is still wrong. Ryo’s voice is so deep, and low, full of promising things that Massu can’t quite place. “Don’t keep me waiting.”
“Jeans and a t-shirt,” he murmurs. “W-what about you?”
“I’m wearing whatever you want me to be wearing,” Ryo replies quietly. “What do you want me to be wearing?”
“I really want to know.”
Ryo laughs and Massu feels his heart soar at the sound. “Boring normal clothes. Baggy jeans and a shirt two sizes too big for me.”
Massu hums and closes his eyes; runs a hand across his stomach as he tries to picture what Ryo may look like. Was he tall, with visible muscles? Ryo could have been short, and heavy built. Maybe Ryo has dark intense eyes that match his dark hair. Massu thinks Ryo’s hair would be soft, and would feel nice between his fingers.
“You keep going silent on me,” Ryo says, snapping Massu out of his thoughts. “Tell me what you’re thinking about.”
“You. I’m thinking about you,” Massu says with an embarrassed laugh. “Thinking about what you might look like.”
“Am I hot?” Ryo asks softly. “Do you see me down on my knees for you?”
Massu groans at the thought. “I wasn’t, until you said that.”
Ryo hums, and Massu can practically hear the grin on the other man’s face. “I bet you taste as good as you sound. How do you want to play with me?”
Massu chokes on his next inhale. He unbuttons his jeans and immediately pushes them down his thighs. “On your knees,” he murmurs. “I want you to suck me off.”
“Oh I would, baby,” Ryo says, his voice is light and teasing. “I’d take you in as far as I could, swirl my tongue around you,” Ryo chuckles. “And then, right as you’re on the edge, I would pull back just before you’d come, so that you could fuck me properly.”
Massu wraps fingers around himself. He hisses at the touch and squeezes. “Ryo.”
“Tell me how you want to fuck me,” Ryo prompts with a low growl. “Tell me how you would do it. Would you tie me up, Massu?”
Massu grunts and slowly begins to stroke himself. He imagines that it’s Ryo’s mouth around his cock, that it’s Ryo’s tongue pressing against the tip instead of his own hands.
“I’d have you on your back, eyes on me as I fucked you,” Massu says with a low moan, thrusting up into the funnel of his hand. “I would make you hold on to the headboard; deny you the ability to touch yourself or to come until I give you permission.”
Massu hears Ryo’s breath hitch. “What then?” Ryo asks, with a quiet moan.
“Then I would fuck you, slow and hard,” Massu gasps, and moves his hand faster. “I’d make you take every inch of me over and over.”
“Are you touching yourself?” Ryo asks suddenly, and he doesn’t hide his moan this time. “I am. I’m imagining everything you just said.”
Massu moans again, squeezing himself at the base before dragging his hand slowly upwards. He hears Ryo gasping quietly on the other line. He’s reaching the edge faster than he would have liked, but he’s been worked up for a while and Ryo’s gasps are not helping him.
“You feel so good inside of me,” Ryo growls, and Massu shudders.
Massu is silent as Ryo continues to gasp into his ear. He slides his hand along his cock, pressing his thumb into the slit while spreading around the precome. He moans and bucks his hips up, moving his hand faster while imagining he’s inside Ryo.
“Come with me, Massu. Now,” Ryo groans, and Massu does. He comes messily over his fingers. Massu lays there breathing heavily, and he hears Ryo breathing just as heavily on the other side.
“I don’t know what to say,” Massu says slowly, and he flinches at the stickiness on his hand.
Ryo laughs. “Well, now you say thank you for the good time,”
“I-- You don’t want to talk about something else?” Massu asks with a frown.
“I don’t get paid just to talk,” Ryo replies quickly. “But if you want I can give you my cell phone number and we can have a normal conversation another time.”
“That would be nice,” Massu responds with a grin.