Tiger and Bunny Anon Meme Part 1
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Barnaby nearly jumps out of his skin when his phone starts vibrating in his pocket. He answers it without even glancing at the display. “Yes.”
“Hey.” Kotetsu. “Where are you?”
“In the waiting room at Apollon. Maverick called me this morning and asked me to come over, remember?”
“Ah.”
A long pause follows. Barnaby listens to Kotetsu’s breathing through the phone, hoping that the other man will say something. Kotetsu sounds a little out of breath, but Barnaby thinks nothing of it. When it becomes clear that his partner isn’t planning on speaking anytime soon, he sighs and finally asks, “What is it?”
As if waiting for that cue, Kotetsu speaks up again. “You know what we haven’t done in a while?”
“What’s that?”
“Phone sex.”
The full meaning of Kotetsu’s words fails to register for a minute and Barnaby replies matter-of-factly, “We haven’t done that at all, actually.” When he finally realizes what Kotetsu is saying and what he just said in reply to it, he chokes and nearly drops the phone. “Wh- what?”
“We should rectify that,” Kotetsu says.
“What- now?”
“Now’s as good a time as any.”
Barnaby grips his phone tighter as if that would help communicate his disagreement to his partner. “I’m in the waiting room. At Apollon.”
“I know.”
“And there are people here.”
Kotetsu laughs. “Then you better make sure no one sees you. Unless-” Another sigh - a longer one - that almost (almost) ends in a whimper. Barnaby shifts in his seat, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable.
“Unless you like being watched,” Kotetsu finishes.
Barnaby bites his lip and doesn’t say anything for a long moment. He’s trying to think, to reason, but Kotetsu’s heavy breathing through the phone is more distracting than he thought possible. His breath catches in his throat when Kotetsu makes this sound, something between a whimper and a moan, so incredibly arousing that Barnaby involuntarily reaches down, touching himself through his pants before he remembers himself and removes his hand. He crosses his legs and tries vainly to will his erection away.
“You want this,” Kotetsu’s voice purrs in his ear, tempting him to abandon all pretense of propriety and get himself off, right there in the waiting room, with Maverick’s secretary typing away at her console, blissfully ignorant of what’s happening not ten feet away from her. His hand creeps back to his crotch and he’s very much aware that his breathing is a bit ragged now and that Kotetsu is laughing breathlessly in his ear, as if urging him on.
“Tell me you want it,” Kotetsu speaks again, his voice barely a whisper now. “Tell me how bad you want it.”
Barnaby opens his mouth to reply, but freezes in his seat when he catches movement out of the corner of his eye. The secretary is rummaging through one of her desk drawers. He stays perfectly still for what feels like an eternity but is probably just a few seconds, painfully aware of how hard he is and of Kotetsu’s heavy breathing in his ear, making him even harder. He finally makes up his mind; he gets up and walks briskly out of the room, while the secretary is still distracted and the chances of her noticing the bulge in his pants are slim.
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“Hey.” Kotetsu again. “You’ve gone quiet. What are you doing?”
“I’m in the bathroom,” Barnaby replies, struggling one-handed with the clasp on his belt.
Kotetsu laughs again. “That’s not what I meant,” he says. “What are you doing?”
Barnaby makes a strangled sound in the back of his throat, half of arousal and half of frustration. “Hold on a minute.”
“Ah… I don’t think I can.”
This time, Barnaby really can’t hold back the whine that rips from his throat. “Oh God…” He finally gets his belt undone and fumbles with the zipper, yanking it down and freeing his hard cock with a sigh of relief.
“Feels good, huh?”
“Yeah,” Barnaby breathes, stroking himself with quick, jerky movements.
“You know what’ll feel even better? Your cock in my mouth.”
That catches Barnaby completely unprepared and he lets out a long, desperate whine, thrusting his hips into his hand with reckless abandon. “Oh-oh God, yes.”
Kotetsu laughs breathily again, the sound sending shivers down Barnaby’s spine. His knees feel like jelly and he slides down against the wall, spreading his legs out in front of him. “Keep-” He swallows hard and licks his lips. “Keep talking. Don’t stop.”
“Oh?” Kotetsu sounds amused. “What do you want me to say?”
“I don’t know; just-” Barnaby gasps and moves his hand faster. “Something. Anything.”
Kotetsu’s voice is a low purr in Barnaby’s ear. “You’ll have to be a little more specific.”
Whatever restraint or reserve Barnaby still had left in him dissolves, right then and there. He knows he sounds desperate and needy, but he can’t bring himself to care. He’s too far gone to think about his pride; he wants to come - badly - and he needs to hear Kotetsu’s voice, whispering filthy things in his ear.
“Please,” he begs, his own voice sounding strange to him, thick and low with desire. “I need-”
“My mouth around your cock,” Kotetsu finishes for him and exhales loudly.
Barnaby moans shamelessly, spreading his knees even further, the hand around his cock moving faster.
“You want me on my knees,” Kotetsu continues, voice shaking with want. “Swallowing your cock all the way down and sucking you off until you come. Don’t you?”
Barnaby can only moan in response, driven far beyond coherency at this point. The image Kotetsu paints is crystal-clear in his head; he can see himself, his hands fisted in Kotetsu’s hair to hold him still while he thrusts into the older man’s warm, welcoming mouth - that same mouth that’s now whispering all these obscenities in his ear. Barnaby picks up the pace, strokes himself faster, feeling his release near.
“I’d do it, too,” Kotetsu breathes out the words, sounding about as close to his own orgasm as Barnaby is. “I’d le-let you fuck my mouth. I’d let you f-finger me and tie me down and fuck me raw.”
The thought of it - Kotetsu, spread out like that before him, panting and hard and desperate - is what drives Barnaby over the edge. He clutches the phone in his hand hard enough that he can hear the plastic crack and his toes curl inside his boots; he throws his head back, eyes closed and back arched and gasps as his orgasm washes over him leaving him shaking and panting on the floor.
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“Are you still there?” Kotetsu asks, sounding a little breathless as well and plenty amused for some reason. “Did you pass out? Hey!”
“No,” Barnaby replies. The blood is starting to return to his brain and with it comes the inevitable embarrassment. He tucks himself in and gets up off the floor. He’s a little unsure of his footing, so he leans against the bathroom wall and rearranges his clothes.
“That was fun,” Kotetsu says. “We should do it again sometime.”
“No!” Barnaby practically shouts, feeling the heat rise in his cheeks at the mere idea of it. “Absolutely not.”
“But you enjoyed it.”
Barnaby coughs, embarrassed. “That’s beside the point.”
“If you say so, Bunny,” Kotetsu relents. “Ah, I gotta go. Tell me how the meeting went.” And with that, he hangs up, leaving Barnaby in a state of sheer confusion for a moment, until he remembers just where he is - in one of the bathroom stalls at Apollon, when he should have been in the waiting room, where Maverick was expecting to see him.
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I love phonesex, and I love how easily Barnaby was pulled in to it. ;skldf;skdf And I love phonesex. And this was sexy and hot and ily. Thank you so much for filling my request, a!a. :)
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Damn, do WANT part two.
I mean, pretty please.
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