I laugh at how ridiculous this all is.
Alaric:Being treated like shit is your kink, huh?
Magnus:No, I’m more into being roughed up a little.
Magnus:Don’t you remember?
My memory flashes to my arm choking the breath from him. His cheeks flushed, pupils blown. His huge cock hardening against my hip.
Magnus:I liked seeing you lose your cool, Prince.
I rub my hand over my face. I need to stop responding or change the subject before this gets too out of hand. Before I can decide what to do, another notification springs up on my screen.
It’s a picture of his dick hard and long in his sweatpants. Captioned:I’m replaying the memory right now.
The message is short, reckless, and hungry. The kind of thing that should make me roll my eyes, block him, laugh it off. Instead, heat crawls low in my stomach.
I tell myself not to answer. I tell myself to throw my phone across the room. Instead, I type something sharp, something meant to put him in his place. Something like:Do you want me to block you?
But that just invites him in.
Magnus:Did lover boy impress you tonight?
His replies come fast and are magnetic. He teases, pushes, and taunts. The words coil around me, pulling me back into the memory of his hands on me and his voice in my ear.
Alaric:What do you care?
Magnus:Just wondering if he finally made a move.
Magnus:It’s kind of obvious he has a crush on you.
Alaric:He did.
I don’t know why I’m telling him this, but I feel like he would just pull it out of me anyway.
Magnus:Did you like it?
Alaric:I’m gonna block you.
Magnus:lol I see. You were thinking about me, huh?
I don’t respond. I can’t be doing this.
Magnus:Whatcha doing now, prince? Twiddling your thumbs, or are you pretending your hand is mine?
Alaric:I’m not doing this with you.
Magnus:Why not? Don’t you miss me?
A short video pops up in our feed. I know I shouldn’t press play, but my fingers move without meaning to.
His large, veiny hand drags his sweatpants down slowly. Like, this is a dirty show just for me. The head of his cock peeps out.
“You see what you do to me?” His voice is rough through the mic.
His hands stop teasing me, shoving his pants fully down so I can see the length of him.
I shift uncomfortably, adjusting myself in my pants.
