[Cater's breathing comes out a little harder as Rayne speaks. He licks his lips, pushing his head back against his pillow. Even when the other teen fumbles, it doesn't pull him out of the scene. If anything, he likes that it makes it all more human. Like they were really in this together instead of it being some rehearsed fantasy. He likes that this is probably the first time Rayne has done anything like this.]
I'd love it. Aaaah, I want to feel your fingers against my scalp, pulling me around your cock. I want to take you all the way in and service you like that.
[ God, what was he saying?! Rayne brings his arm up to rest it over his eyes for a moment, embarrassment flooding his body almost as much as arousal. He can be heard swallowing heavily, before his arm falls from his face and he finally wraps his hand around himself, leaning his own head back against the couch. ]
I'm normally so kind to you-- [ There's the brief hesitation, before a soft noise of his own can be heard. ] --but I want you to know every side of me. Even that one, the rough. To tangle my fingers in your hair, dragging you in close. Your mouth always feels so amazing. I want to know what it'd feel like to-- to thrust into your mouth. Would it be hard for you to breathe? Would you moan around me, like you do when I bite your neck?
[And Seven, how he did. Especially when Rayne's talking about it like that, and he can imagine it so well, he really wishes they were acting this out for real. He bites his lip as a small moan slips out.]
Even if you were choking me, I'd work my mouth so hard for you. It would make me so hot, getting fucked all the way back in my throat by you. I'd hold onto your thighs so hard I'd leave bruises in the shape of my fingers. Would you punish me for it?
[ Oh, Cater, how you have this boy wrapped around your finger. That little moan, fuck, Rayne wants to hear more of those. Wants to be the one making Cater moan, making him make such pretty little noises. ]
I would. Especially as you didn't ask for permission to mark me up. I don't need permission to mark you, but you absolutely need permission. Need to ask if you can grab, if you can touch.
[ This didn't relate to all of their encounters, but for this one... it's a very attractive notion. ]
I'd thoroughly use you, fuck your pretty mouth until you're drooling all over yourself. Make you swallow every single drop of my cum, and... then it'd be time for your punishment.
You want me, don't you? Want me inside of you, making a mess of your insides-- but you were bad. Bad boys don't get what they want, even if they beg. Hmm... I want to tease you. Have you down on your back, my fingers slipping inside of you. Curling, pressing, touching, right where you're sensitive. I know the spot, I could hit it without even trying.
I want your cock in my hand, to stroke you so agonizingly slowly. You don't get to cum until I say.
[This had gotten so graphic. Rayne was absolutely killing it! Cater would praise him if it wouldn't take them out of the mood, so he definitely makes a mental note to do so later, after they've come down from this.]
I want you, I want you...
[He agrees with the sentiment, mewling as he feels the head of his cock start leaking--but he keeps his strokes slow, feeding into the "punishment" fantasy that Rayne was giving him. By now, his voice over the phone is more gasps and whines than full sentences. Cater swallows, carefully shifting the phone into the crook of his shoulder so he can use his second hand to tease his hole.]
You know just what my body wants--and I want to cum so bad. Please, Rayne, please let me cum...!
[ A gasp can be heard over the phone from Rayne of all people, someone who was usually so quiet, so careful with what he felt and how he expressed it. Right now, this was clearly getting him worked up. Who knew that someone so adverse to talking would be so into phone sex??
His breathing becomes a little labored, as his hand moves harder against himself. His head tilts down, mouth getting closer to the microphone near the base of the device, as he groans quietly into it.
Hold it together, Rayne, come on. Cater was still on the other end, still waiting for more. ]
... It's so hard to deny you when you ask so nicely.
[ Rayne murmurs, taking in a shaky breath. ]
I want-- I want to try taking you into my mouth, when I finally decide you can cum. As you beg, as you whine and whimper-- You can cum, you can, but I'll be curling my fingers inside of you, fucking you with them as my mouth takes you in. All of you. Are you going to cum from my mouth, Cater? From my fingers inside you? Are you going to make a mess of my mouth, after I've made a mess of yours?
[Cater pushes into himself, moaning as if helpless. He tries and move in a way that follows the actions Rayne says he would take, imagines that it really is Rayne and not himself.]
I'm gonna cum--Rayne, oh...!
[It's hard to be eloquent when Rayne is gracing him with such imagery and he feels so near to exploding. As he reaches orgasm, Cater cries and whimpers over the phone, hanging on Rayne's every word. He's still gasping when he finally speaks again.]
I did make a big mess, didn't I?
[If only it was actually in Rayne's mouth instead of all over his own stomach.]
[ With how Cater sounded, with those cries and whimpers, was there any way that Rayne was supposed to keep himself together? To keep from moving his hand harder, to keep from hanging on to every single word, his face flushed with desire.
It only takes a second or so longer for him to reach his own peak, spilling over and making a mess of his own hand with a low groan, a gasp. It was strange, to be all alone with only Cater over the phone, yet still having reached an orgasm, just from the words they were saying, the little scenario they had brought up.
Shifting his hand back from himself, he makes a face, looking at the mess on his hand. ]
... Me too.
[ Rayne admits, with a small huff that could possibly be mistaken for a laugh of sorts. It's Rayne, so... it might very well be a short laugh. ]
That was... interesting. I wish you had actually been here. That would be fun to do with you, I think.
[ And, he wanted to press his forehead against Cater's shoulder, to hold him. To kiss him. ]
[Cater's quiet for a moment before breathless laughter overtakes him. It really was that simple, wasn't it? Rayne saying it so-matter-of-factly makes him smile even more widely at himself.]
Alright, I'll come over! I'm expecting to be completely pampered.
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I'd love it. Aaaah, I want to feel your fingers against my scalp, pulling me around your cock. I want to take you all the way in and service you like that.
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I'm normally so kind to you-- [ There's the brief hesitation, before a soft noise of his own can be heard. ] --but I want you to know every side of me. Even that one, the rough. To tangle my fingers in your hair, dragging you in close. Your mouth always feels so amazing. I want to know what it'd feel like to-- to thrust into your mouth. Would it be hard for you to breathe? Would you moan around me, like you do when I bite your neck?
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[And Seven, how he did. Especially when Rayne's talking about it like that, and he can imagine it so well, he really wishes they were acting this out for real. He bites his lip as a small moan slips out.]
Even if you were choking me, I'd work my mouth so hard for you. It would make me so hot, getting fucked all the way back in my throat by you. I'd hold onto your thighs so hard I'd leave bruises in the shape of my fingers. Would you punish me for it?
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I would. Especially as you didn't ask for permission to mark me up. I don't need permission to mark you, but you absolutely need permission. Need to ask if you can grab, if you can touch.
[ This didn't relate to all of their encounters, but for this one... it's a very attractive notion. ]
I'd thoroughly use you, fuck your pretty mouth until you're drooling all over yourself. Make you swallow every single drop of my cum, and... then it'd be time for your punishment.
You want me, don't you? Want me inside of you, making a mess of your insides-- but you were bad. Bad boys don't get what they want, even if they beg. Hmm... I want to tease you. Have you down on your back, my fingers slipping inside of you. Curling, pressing, touching, right where you're sensitive. I know the spot, I could hit it without even trying.
I want your cock in my hand, to stroke you so agonizingly slowly. You don't get to cum until I say.
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I want you, I want you...
[He agrees with the sentiment, mewling as he feels the head of his cock start leaking--but he keeps his strokes slow, feeding into the "punishment" fantasy that Rayne was giving him. By now, his voice over the phone is more gasps and whines than full sentences. Cater swallows, carefully shifting the phone into the crook of his shoulder so he can use his second hand to tease his hole.]
You know just what my body wants--and I want to cum so bad. Please, Rayne, please let me cum...!
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His breathing becomes a little labored, as his hand moves harder against himself. His head tilts down, mouth getting closer to the microphone near the base of the device, as he groans quietly into it.
Hold it together, Rayne, come on. Cater was still on the other end, still waiting for more. ]
... It's so hard to deny you when you ask so nicely.
[ Rayne murmurs, taking in a shaky breath. ]
I want--
I want to try taking you into my mouth, when I finally decide you can cum. As you beg, as you whine and whimper-- You can cum, you can, but I'll be curling my fingers inside of you, fucking you with them as my mouth takes you in. All of you. Are you going to cum from my mouth, Cater? From my fingers inside you? Are you going to make a mess of my mouth, after I've made a mess of yours?
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I'm gonna cum--Rayne, oh...!
[It's hard to be eloquent when Rayne is gracing him with such imagery and he feels so near to exploding. As he reaches orgasm, Cater cries and whimpers over the phone, hanging on Rayne's every word. He's still gasping when he finally speaks again.]
I did make a big mess, didn't I?
[If only it was actually in Rayne's mouth instead of all over his own stomach.]
I'll have to clean it up.
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It only takes a second or so longer for him to reach his own peak, spilling over and making a mess of his own hand with a low groan, a gasp. It was strange, to be all alone with only Cater over the phone, yet still having reached an orgasm, just from the words they were saying, the little scenario they had brought up.
Shifting his hand back from himself, he makes a face, looking at the mess on his hand. ]
... Me too.
[ Rayne admits, with a small huff that could possibly be mistaken for a laugh of sorts. It's Rayne, so... it might very well be a short laugh. ]
That was... interesting. I wish you had actually been here. That would be fun to do with you, I think.
[ And, he wanted to press his forehead against Cater's shoulder, to hold him. To kiss him. ]
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You were so good at that!
[How was he so good at that? Cater was sure that Rayne had never done anything like it before. This must be part of being naturally gifted.]
I wish I was there, too. Aaaah...it doesn't matter how satisfying that was, it just makes me want you even more.
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Come over then.
[ It's so simple, so easy when he says it like that. ]
If you're not satisfied, we can't leave it like that. I'll take care of you until you're satisfied.
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Alright, I'll come over! I'm expecting to be completely pampered.
[Ugh, guess he'll have to put his pants back on.]
I'll be there soon, okay?
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I won't let you down.
[ ... Oh, they probably had to hang up so Cater could actually make his way here, huh? ]
Alright. Be safe.