“Tell me,” Reign demanded. Or maybe it was an order? Noah couldn’t tell, but he was on board with either.
“I’m sitting on my bed,” he replied, offering nothing more.
“Mm, is that all?”
It wasn’t. But should he really confess that? It was probably a bad idea, but before Noah had weighed both options, the words left his mouth anyway. “No.”
Acknowledging that urged his fingers faster, deeper. Desire seized control of his body and mind, rationality no longer in the picture.
“Noah.” A pause. “Are you touching yourself?” Reign pressed, his voice now strained in the most alluring of ways.
Because Reign was responding to Noah, too, just like Noah was responding to him.
Noah’s focus narrowed to just the two of them. The sensations coursing through him coupled with the noises Reign wasn’t trying to suppress anymore were a heady thing, fueling Noah’s need.
“Yes.”
Another pause followed Noah’s reply, causing flutters in his stomach as more heat slid down his spine.
“Mm, where?” Reign panted hoarsely.
“My cock and…” Noah’s breath hitched, his orgasm closing in.
“And?”
“Lower,” Noah huffed, impossibly turned on.What he wouldn’t give to have Reign here, to feel his fingers instead.“What about you?”
He was so close. If this carried on, he would get off just on Reign’s voice alone. Reign sounded like he was in the same boat, spurred on by Noah’s filthy noises and coaxed confessions.
“I’m imagining you, Noah. Ravaging you in my mind.Devouringyou.”
Sweat covered Noah’s forehead, his breathing completely skewed and his body wound up like never before. He wanted Reign, right now, fucking him into the mattress until he passed out. But he couldn’t have the diplomat, not yet. It was excruciating, frustrating to the point of physical agony.
Noah squeezed his throbbing cock, ceasing the movements of his hand so he wouldn’t come just yet. He didn’t want to while he was still speaking to Reign on the phone, because if he did, he knew the imaginary demon wouldn’t be enough anymore even if he had Reign’s voice.
“Reign,” Noah grunted, clenching his teeth and inhaling deeply. “I need to go…”
It was truly the last thing Noah’s brain wanted right now, but he had to force himself to do that or it was going to make the wait until January unbearable. Phone calls with Reign would have to be banned after just a single one, because it was too much. Reign was too potent for Noah and so Noah needed a diluted version. Maybe just texts would be better… or maybe not eventhat.
“Think of me, Noah. I will be waiting for your next call,” Reign said, even if Noah was almost sure he knew he wouldn’t be getting one.
Noah ended the call as he bit off another moan, his toes curling. He sped up his fingers, pumping quickly again, his gaze pinned on the desk where the demon manifested as soon as Noah thought about him. His legs were spread just like Noah’s, his cock erect and flushed, the crown a slightly darker hue of red.
“Reign…” Noah couldn’t stop himself but say.
The demon wrapped his clawed fingers around his shaft and mimicked Noah’s motions. His glides were slower, more deliberate. Sensual, as if this time he was putting on a show for Noah.
The thought that Reign’s fantasy version would endeavor to do so turned the storm of desire within Noah into a hurricane. The next three months were going to be torture, but,oh man, would they be worth it if the call with Reign was any indication of what awaited Noah once he made it to Seoul. He just needed to survive until then, maybe even limit his hallucinations, because he had no idea how he’d make it otherwise.
The demon scraped the desk with the tip of his tail before wrapping it around the base of his dick in a firm hold. “Noah, let me hear you,” he invited in Reign’s alluring voice. “Don’t hold back.”
Noah complied, the request not one he could resist when it unleashed another wave of heat through him. His fingers weren’t enough, but they would have to do, three of them now working Noah’s ass while he whimpered and gasped and chanted Reign’s name. His orgasm hit him strong, and for a few minutes he was a boneless mess, allhis senses in stasis and only able to focus on the blood thumping in his ears while he fought to catch his breath.
The demon Reign was gone when Noah got his bearings, but he could feel a lingering presence as if the imaginary visitor had truly been here with him and not just a figment of Noah’s deprived mind. Brushing his knuckles along where the fantasy Reign had been sitting, Noah tried to tap into the static hum within him, to attune himself to it and match it to the presence as some sort of proof it hadn’t all been a hallucination.
But his efforts were futile even after five minutes, proving that wishful thinking didn’t make the unreal things real. So, deeming sleep a better way to utilize his time until the morning, Noah took a quick shower and buried himself under the covers, dreaming of times past and demons spilling out of fiery portals in the middle of a burning city.
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