[ 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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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.