“No?”
“They’re a lot of work. Pets require attention.”
“Mmmn,” Callum purred into the phone.
Jack chuckled. “Besides, I already have a kitten.”
“Oh?” Callum’s voice was raspy and low.
“He’s the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen,” Jack murmured. “He has the most mesmerizing eyes.”
“Daddy.”
“He makes the most beautiful sounds when he feels good. When I make him feel good.” Jack’s cock grew thick against his belly when he thought about the way Callum sounded when he came.
“So hard,” Callum whined.
“Are you hard, baby?”
Callum grunted. “This is hard.”
Jack closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “I know, kitten.”
Silence stretched between them, and Callum sniffed.
“Let me give you what I can for now, okay?” Jack asked.
Another sniffle. “Okay.”
Jack turned the video chat option on and propped his phone on the arm of the couch before shifting his body so he faced the camera. He pulled his dick out of his pants and wrapped his hand around it, pressing down to angle his slick crown towards the screen.
“This is what you do to me.”
He slicked his thumb through the precum pooled in his slit and swirled it around the head of his cock.
“I think about the sounds you make when you come for me, and this is what happens to me.” Jack arched his hips up, pushing his cock through his fist. “You make me so hard, Callum. I want to bury myself so deep inside of you that you never feel the same again.”
Callum whimpered, eyes locked on Jack’s cock. He’d taken his own cock out and was stroking it slowly.
“August,” Jack grunted, his balls pulling high against his body in preparation for his orgasm. He’d embarrass himself the first time he got Callum into bed, he had no doubt. Just thinking of his sweet, little boy was enough to send him to the edge.
When he was finally able to feel the heat of Callum’s skin, taste the salt of his orgasm…
“I’m going to come so deep inside you, Callum.”
“Yes, please,” Callum cried out.
Jack came, his cum spurting onto the couch cushion just short of his phone. His entire body bucked and jerked with the force of his release, the delicate whimpers from the phone grounding him.
“Daddy…”
“Come for me, kitten. Show Daddy what you’ve made him.”
Callum came, a short burst of white cum landing on the top of his hand. He kept his eyes focused on the camera through the duration of his orgasm, eyes trained of Jack’s reciprocated hungry stare.
When the pleasure had worked his way through his bones, Jack picked the phone up and lay down on the couch, cradling the phone in his hands in front of him. Callum’s face stared back at him, bright eyes sated but sad.
“What’s wrong?” Jack asked.
