Post #30
Fics:
Brendon cumming just from Patrick fingering him
Pete/Patrick, home from Post #28
This week's theme: Alternate communication. Fics told through email, phone calls, letters, carrier pigeons, playing Telephone across Warped Tour, leaving Post-its everywhere, etc., pretty much anything but face-to-face conversations ( Read more... )
Brendon cumming just from Patrick fingering him
Pete/Patrick, home from Post #28
This week's theme: Alternate communication. Fics told through email, phone calls, letters, carrier pigeons, playing Telephone across Warped Tour, leaving Post-its everywhere, etc., pretty much anything but face-to-face conversations ( Read more... )
“Good, but… more…. I need more.”
“Spread your legs wider.” Jon demands absently. Just the thought of him spread out on his bed on his knees, fucking himself, legs spread wide- it takes a lot of him not to just jerk off right away and come with just this image. But he wants more, too. “How many fingers are you using?”
“Two…” a louder moan escaps, and Jon knows he’s hitting his prostate dead on as the moans and gasps got louder and louder. “Three, three.” He states. “Jon, can I…” he’s panting into the phone, little breaths barely making it out alive. “God, I have to…”
“No, just your fingers… don’t touch anywhere else.” A loud whine escapes Brendon’s mouth, and Jon finally pulls out his dick and started pumping slowly. “Ok, you can use your present now, but… don’t even think about touching yourself.”
The idea of using the vibrator is obviously good enough for Brendon, because the buzzing comes on immediately. A loud, breathy gasp explodes in Jon’s ear and his hand unconsciously moves faster, swirling pre-come around at the head of his cock with his fingers.
“How does it feel?” Jon asks.
“God, so… so fucking big, so good.” Brendon admitted. “Can I….”
“What, you can’t come just from this? Knowing I’m getting off on how fucking hot you sound right now, fucking yourself with that big, thick vibrator?”
“Yes, I… shit….” His voice disappears for a moment, replaced by low moans and Jon speeds up his rhythm. “Jon, I can’t wait, I’m gonna….” He hears a loud, inaudible cry on the other end and it sends him over the edge and Jon moans low in his throat, coming hard. He jerks himself though it while Brendon keeps slamming the vibrator in and out of his ass, muscles spasming around it.
They catch their breaths on the phone together and Jon asks again. “So, Chicago… it’s really not that cold, you know.”
Brendon yawns on the other line. “I’ll think about it.”
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