“You couldn’t have known.”
Oz tried to muffle a gasp as he brushed over a particularly sensitive spot. Now that he’d started, and now that he didn’t have to miss Seth quite so desperately, he couldn’t really make himself wait.
“Make an appointment next time,” Seth said. The bedclothes rustled on the other end of the line. “I’m putting you on speaker, but I’m alone in my apartment, so make all the noise you want. I just wanna lie down.”
Oz wasn’t about to argue with that. Seth was doing him a favor right now, especially if he wasn’t getting anything out of it.
The idea of Seth listening to him get off went straight to his balls, his hips jerking forward in response. That was hot. The fact that Sethwantedto hear was hot.
“I would love you curled up behind me right now, with your cock pressing up against me. All lubed up and ready to go, just waiting for you.”
Oz licked his lips. He’d liked the sound of that, too. “Uh. Yeah,” he mumbled, wishing he could think of something more eloquent. “That’s…”
“I could wrap my leg over your hip, help you open me up,” Seth continued. “I’m so ready for you. Desperate and needy. All for you.”
Part of Oz felt guilty about Seth doing this for his benefit, but the rest of him was too turned on to care. He bit down on his lip as he tightened his grip on his cock, remembering what being inside Seth was like. How hot and tight he was, how eager he’d been every time.
Seth loved sex. He didn’t feel like it was something he had to do to keep a relationship together, he wanted Oz for the sake of having Oz, for every part of him, and he didn’t expect anything except mutual orgasms.
“I love that sound you make when I push into you,” Oz managed to say as he stroked his cock in time with Seth’s breathing. “You make it seem like it’s amazing.”
“It is amazing,” Seth said. “You don’t give yourself enough credit. You fuck like all my wildest fantasies.”
“You’re not so bad yourself.” Oz laughed. “I love the way we fit together. The way you feel. Everything about you makes me wanna touch and suck and bite.”
“Am I talking you off, or are you talking me off? ‘Cause I’m starting to react, here.”
Oz groaned at the mental image of Seth curled up in bed, murmuring to him, his own cock getting hard. Shoving his hand under the covers and wrapping his fingers around it, stroking tentatively at first, then harder as they kept talking, faster, trying to catch up.
“Are you gonna…?”
“Jerk off too? Yeah, looks like it. See what you do to me? You’re a menace.”
“I don’t think anyone’s ever called me that before.” Oz grinned, imagining the look on Seth’s face. “I wouldn’t leave you to take care of yourself if I was there,” he added, figuring it was about time he pulled his weight in this conversation.
“No?” Seth asked, his voice catching. He was getting off on this, too.
That suddenly made it way, way hotter than it had been.
“Of course not. I love touching you, I’m not giving up an opportunity to do it. I wanna hold you tight so you can barely move, just enough to squirm a little. One hand on your thigh, the other wrapped around your cock. All you have to do is lie there and enjoy it.”
Seth grunted, almost the same way he did when Oz entered him. Oz’s hips jerked again, the familiar pre-orgasm tingling he knew so well starting up behind his balls, like an itch he couldn’t scratch.
He could hear Seth panting on the other end of the line, the occasional tiny, needy sound telling Oz that he was catching up, after all. Every sound went straight to the warm pool of arousal in his gut, his cock twitching as he imagined Seth stroking himself in response to this.
“Doesn’t take much to get you off, does it?” he asked, his voice shaking as he gasped for air at the thought of Seth coming with Oz’s cock deep inside him.
“I’ve had a lot of practice,” Seth responded, every word punctuated by a harsh breath. Just a few more seconds now.
“You can never have too much.” Oz screwed his eyes closed, gripping himself tighter and tugging hard and fast, too far gone now to even pause. He could feel the pressure of his orgasm deep in his gut, the urge to come too strong to ignore for much longer.
“Jesus, Seth,” he gritted out between breaths, reduced to grunts and moans to let him know how much he was enjoying this, how close he was to coming.
“Oz,” Seth breathed, the sound crackling through the phone’s speaker. Oz groaned as his orgasm hit, the sound tearing out of his throat as forcefully as he was coming, coating his hand and his stomach as he rode it out.
Blood rushed in his ears, his heart pounded, and everything but the thought of Seth faded away for just a few moments. Oz jerked his hips up into his hand, riding the waves of pleasure, the relief of getting off, panting as he finished and sighing a deep, satisfied sigh when he was finally done.
Jerking off usually didn’t feelthatgood.
