Temporary.
That word doesn’t belong here. Especially not between us. “Am I about to be dumped?” he jokes.
“Be serious for a second. What did you mean by temporary?” I ask; the question has been eating away at me since I read his email.
There’s a pause. “I don't know, I guess I was just thinking out loud. You’re across the world, I was thinking about being here, and the future.”
“Do you want there to be a future, with us I mean?”
“We have the direct Ari today, I see.”
“You’re deflecting. Answer the question.”
“Yes, I do.”
The way he says it makes me stop because there’s no hesitation. “Okay then.”
“Okay then, just like that?”
“No, I mean, I want you to really consider what that means. If we do this properly, then we’re all in.” I don’t say the rest of it. All in means consequences. It means no half measures. It means this becomes something we build around.
“That’s what I want. Don’t you?” His voice is steady. There’s no teasing in his tone, just honesty.
“More than anything. But I need you to be sure.” Because if he isn’t, I’m not sure I’ll survive it. But I don’t admit that out loud.
“And if I’m sure?”
“Then we make a plan. But take some time first. I want you to be really sure.”
“Okay, I can do that. I missed your voice,” he says. “You menace.”
I don’t answer it the way he expects. “How much?” The silence that follows isn’t empty anymore.
It’s charged.
He understands the question immediately, and I hear him swallow. “Oh, so that’s what you really want?”
I shift forward in the chair, smirking. “It wasn’t. But now... maybe. Maybe now I’m sitting here, thinking about that filthy mouth of yours. How good it feels wrapped around me.”
“Arseny—”
“Maybe I’m thinking about how you choke with tears in your eyes, but you never fucking stop.” My breath hitches as I paint the picture for him; my grip tightens around my length through my uniform. “And now I’m hard as fuck, and it’s your fault.”
A choked sound comes through the line. “Fuck’s sake, Ari—” His voice cracks. “You can’t do this shit to me here.” My mouth waters just thinking about how hard he is, fighting the urge to touch himself.
“Take it out,” I order, my voice dropping into that dark, commanding register that makes his breathing change. “Stroke yourself for me. Slow. Let me hear it.” I pull my own cock free, spreading the slickness of my pre-cum down my shaft as I listen to the telltale sounds of him do as he’s told, imagining his palm dragging up his length.
“Mmph, like this?” Caiden’s voice is strained, breathless. “Fuck, I’m already leaking for you.”
“Good boy,” I growl, my own hand moving in lazy, deliberate strokes. “Now imagine it’s my hand on you. I’ve got you pinned down, my knees forcing your thighs apart, my fingers digging into your wrists, hard.” I can see it —the way his muscles tense under my grip, the way his cock jerks when I bite down on his neck. “I’ll spit on your hole first, just to watch you whimper. Then push in with my thumb, nice and slow, until you’re begging me for more.”
Caiden groans; the sound is raw and needy. “Fuck— yes—" His breathing is ragged now. His strokes are faster, wetter. I can hear the slick sounds, and it makes my own hand speed up.
“You’d take it, wouldn’t you?” I taunt. “Taking my fingers, then my cock, even though you know it’ll hurt. You’d still spread your legs wider, beg me to fuck you rough.” I twist my wrist. My pre-cum drips down my shaft, my stomach clenches with the need to bury myself inside him. “Tell me how bad you want it. Tell me how you’d whine when I finally give it to you.”
“I— I’d take it,” he gasps, his voice breaking. “Fuck, Ari, I’d take all of it. Split me open, I don’t care, just— please—”
A dark, possessive thrill shoots through me at the sound of him begging. “Please, what?” I demand, my strokes turn punishing. My cock is throbbing in my grip. “Use your words, Caiden. Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you.”
