Prompt #57 - Phone Encounter
Yami hated phones. His was for emergencies only. He ate his own words today, though.
He'd been alone for the last ten minutes, phone in hand as Mokuba teased him with a vivid description of what could be.
He wanted to actually do it. He wanted Mokuba to chain him to a bed, torture him with a slow thrust, teeth grazing along his skin enough to make him tremble. He wanted to put in his place; Yami was in that kind of mood today - he would yield.
"Where are you right now?" Yami asked, "Wherever it is, leave it, stop it - whatever. Name your place. I'll meet you."
Mokuba paused then, and Yami was sure he heard a chuckle in the undertone of the voice that responded. "I can't... I'm at work. You're so easy, Yami."
Yami took a deep breath, and the hand in his trousers faltered. "Fuck you," he said without missing a single beat, and hung up the phone.
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L.M.A.O. I was laughing while I wrote the end of this. Somehow I hadn't been expecting for things to end up like that. XD