“Y’missin’ me, aye?” I asked, voice husky. “Missin’ me mouth on ya?”
“Feck, more than anythin’,” Ronan sighed.
“What ‘bout me cock? Bet ya wee, greedy hole is desperate f’it by now, aye?”
He was touching himself with purpose now, hand wrapped tightly around the head as he stroked himself off. I was helpless but to join him and snatched up the lube from my drawer. As I was slathering it over my cock, throbbing with anticipation, I heard Ronan laugh.
“Ah, don’t be makin’ me jealous, now. What I wouldn’t give f’a wee bit o’ lube, like.” Before I had the chance to respond, Ronan spat into his palm and returned it to his cock. “Gotta do things the old fashioned way, eh?”
I spread my thighs,taking my cock in my hand and sliding it up and down. The lube heightened every sensation, and I already knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold off for long.
We didn’t speak as we worked our bodies, just gasps and low grunts and moans passing between us, each spurred on by the other. When Ronan’s impressive abs flexed, his thighs tensing, I knew he was getting close.
“Feck, that’s it,” I breathed. “Y’almost there?”
“I miss ya,” he groaned.
“I miss ya, too. I wanna be there so feckin’ bad, aye.” My hand slipped back and forth faster still. “Y’want this cock in ya?”
Ronan couldn’t find the words to reply this time, but I saw him nod.
“Prop y’phone up someplace an’ get a finger in there. Let me see ya fuck yourself, thinkin’ o’ me.”
The screen blurred and flickered as Ronan moved his phone. Once he’d found a suitable spot to balance it, I sank my teeth into my lip. This new angle gave me an even better view of him, including that feckin’ wee lovely face I adored. He was flushed and sweaty, and I ached to kiss that soft mouth.
“Jaysus,” I sighed. “I could come just lookin’ at ya, I swear.”
Ronan grinned at the camera making my cock pulse in my hand. He settled himself back down, getting comfortable before spitting into his hand and returning it to his cock. I watched, blood pounding in my ears, as he lifted his hips up and dropped his knees wide, spreading himself.
“C’mon,” I moaned. “Show me, now.”
I could see Ronan’s chest heaving, growing breathless with anticipation. My eyes were glued to the phone screen as he sucked on the finger of his unoccupied hand, coating it liberally in saliva before looping it underneath his leg and bringing it between his legs.
I clenched my jaw, burning with desire. At that moment, I would have given anything to be the one sinking into Ronan’s tight wee hole. I couldn’t see much detail, but I studied his expression intently. When his brows furrowed, mouth falling open, I knew he’d found the right spot and my hand tightened its grip around my cock.
“Feck,” I gasped, pumping up and down. “Y’like that? Feels good havin’ ya hole filled, like?”
Ronan didn’t reply outside of a shaky moan. His head fell back against the pillows, exposing his muscular neck. I watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed, desperate to kiss it, to taste the saltiness of his skin…
He wasn’t hanging around now. With his whole body fraught with tension, Ronan returned to stroking himself and pushing a finger back and forth in tandem.Fuck,I wanted to be there. He had his hands full, literally, and I wanted nothing more than to help him out. Instead, I was stuck here, hundreds of miles away, wanking off to my phone screen.
“Y’so feckin’ hot, Ronan. Jaysus…” I sighed. “Look at me. Look at y’screen. I want ya t’ match me timin’. If we can’t be together, let’s at least come together, aye?”
“Feck, aye, okay,” he spluttered. “Don’t y’be teasin’ me, now. I can’t feckin’ take it.”
I chuckled softly. “Nah, not today. Promise.”
I slowed my stroking, pleased when Ronan did the same. Once I was satisfied I had his full attention, I began to slip my hand back and forth in firm, long sweeps – tip to base.
Ronan groaned, flashing me his teeth as he smiled. “That’s feckin’ wild. I’d almost be able t’ imagin’ it’s y’hand on me. Y’love that long, slow stroke, aye?”
Desire swelled within me, fit to burst. I needed to come, needed to see Ronan lose himself… I steadily picked up the pace and he copied me, soft grunts and sighs coming in time with my movements. This was as close as we were going to get to fucking for now and it was driving me crazy.
“J-John-Francis,” Ronan murmured. I knew that tone – he wanted more from me. I could have been cruel and slowed down. If we’d been together, perhaps that’s what I would have done, but I’d promised not to tease him, and I would always do my best to keep my promises whenever Ronan was concerned.
“A’right, a bit faster?” I sped up my strokes, focussing my attention on the tip. I knew that was where Ronan was most sensitive. Just as I’d predicted, his moansintensified and soon I had his abs tensing, thighs flexing and trembling. He was close and I was hungry to see this through.
I gasped, my own cock jerking and pulsing as I pushed myself towards orgasm. “C’mon, lovely boy. Y’gonna come? Feck that wee hole like y’mean it, now.”
