Now his fingers are slick with lube. His long digits slide over himself. A groan rumbles my phone.
“You should be here.”
The video cuts off sharply with just the captionI miss you.
Fuck. I can’t have access to this. I feel like he’s a drug that I can’t quite quit. And now I’ve trained myself to get hard from just the sound of his voice or a flash of sweaty skin.
Another chat comes through.
Magnus:I want to see you.
I’m aching against my pants. My nipples peaked through my thin t-shirt. I could rub one out and he’d never know. I can just save the video and block him, but Jesus, I want him to see me. I want to feel dirty and sexy, and I want him to come because of me.
It happens slowly, then all at once. His confidence threads through every line, leading me like a leash.
Magnus:Take your clothes off.
I strip off my clothes, silently glad I’ve been pushing myself so hard at practice. My muscles are cut and hard, the V to my dick deep and pleasant.
I send Magnus a photo of me naked in the bedroom mirror, my cock hard from his playful video.
Faceless photos. Nothing that could trace back to me if I came to my senses. Just enough to show him I’m listening, that I’m here. That I can’t stop.
Magnus:What a dirty boy...
Magnus:God, you’re so hot.
Magnus:Send me a video of you touching yourself slowly.
It’s like he’s here whispering in my ear, leading my hand.
I sit on my bed, glancing at the drawer that has my lube and... other private things. I’ve never done something like this before. If someone were to hack into my socials, this could fucking ruin me.
Magnus:You’d better send it before I send this sexy picture to Kyle’s DMs, baby.
Alaric:Don’t!
Magnus:Then show me what I want to see.
I lean back against my pillows, pressing record on my phone. Oh my god, this is so embarrassing. I squirt some lube onto the shaft of my dick, gasping from the cold sensation. I wonder if he would like to hear me make some sounds.
I begin to rub myself slowly as he instructed.
“Mm,” The sound rips from my mouth like I’ve never been touched before. But knowing I’m making this video for him makes me even harder.
My hand warms up the lube enough that I start bucking into my own hand. I send the video before fear takes the opportunity away.
Magnus:Fuck, I need you.
Magnus:Set your camera on your bedside table if you have one.
Magnus:I want to see you finger yourself.
Alaric:No way!
Magnus:Turn your face the other way. Just let me see your ass.
Magnus:Please, Alaric.
