I don’t think Magnus andpleasehave ever been in the same sentence before. But the fact that he’s saying it for me...
I set the phone against my lamp, careful that it’s angled so that nothing in my room except my skin can be seen. I set the self-timer, coating my fingers in lube. I slowly press my middle finger into myself, groaning as I arch my back towards the camera. I’m so nervous. What if I look like an idiot?
I bury my face into the mattress as my other hand begins stroking my cock.
“So good…” I groan.
I add another finger into myself, wishing it were Magnus’s cock, tearing me into two. I’m too tight. I haven’t been fucked in what feels like forever. Sex isn’t something that I like to focus on. It’s wasted time that I could be on the ice, but now it seems to be the only thing I can think of.
Wet shameless sounds begin to fill my bedroom until I’m right on the edge. I want to come so bad, but he didn’t tell me I could yet.
Fuck, I’m already so whipped I’m waiting for his instructions. I stop the video, breathlessly, sending it over to him before I can have second thoughts.
We do this for almost an hour. Magnus telling me what to do while rewarding me with his own dirty videos and pictures. Every time I send one, I tell myself it’s the last. And every time, he pulls me deeper.
The apartment is quiet except for the sound of my breathing, which is sharp and uneven. The buzz of my phone vibrates against my thigh with each new reply. The screen glows in the dark, Magnus’s words burning into me.
I can’t wait to fuck you.
I bet you would feel so tight around me, prince.
Show me how hard you got for me when you were with Kyle.
Say my name nice and sweet when you come in the next video.
By the time I finally put the phone down, my body is shaking against the bedsheets like he was here to fuck me. My lips are bitten raw. Shame presses hard against my chest, but underneath it—something worse.
Want.
I drag a hand over my face, exhaling into the silence. I should feel in control. Instead, I feel claimed.
My phone buzzes. I open the message to see a picture of Magnus’s hand covered in his sticky white seed.Show me the mess you made.
I lift my phone with shaky hands, covering my face with a pillow. I snap a photo before sending it in our depraved chat room.
Magnus:Fuck, Alaric.
*Photo Saved*
Alaric:WTF, Flint?! Delete that.
I’m fully naked. Streaks of cum littering my abs and pecs. My whole body is flushed in the picture, my nipples peaking against the cold air. God, this is so embarrassing.
Magnus:Nope, that’s for me when you’re busy. (;
Alaric:You’re sick.
Magnus:And you’re sexy.
Magnus:Sorry, I thought we were stating the obvious.
A smile threatens my lips.
Kyle kissed me tonight and made me laugh. He made me feel safe. And then I went and bent myself over and sent Magnus videos of me ruining myself for him.
I bury my face in my hands. “God, I really do need an exorcism,” I mutter.
But even as I say it, my phone buzzes again. Another message from him. And I know I’ll read it.
