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[ The phone only rings twice before it's answered. Seems Rayne wasn't busy. Or, if he was, he doesn't seem to care, and instead answers his phone. ]

Hello-
Yes...?

Good.

[If he wasn't, Cater would've suggested he excuse himself.]

What are you doing right now?

Reading, [ Rayne answers easily. The sound of something being set down onto a hard surface can be heard easily through the phone. ]

Why? Is something the matter? You usually send messages, not call.

[ It's clear he's like, 100% sure Cater might need help with something. ]

[Oh, he's not wrong. Cater needs help with something, alright, though it most certainly isn't what Rayne's expecting. In fact, Cater gives a laugh at the question, though he sounds...a little breathless.]

I just wanted to hear your voice. What are you wearing?

[ Okay, what was with that tone of voice? The little breathless way he laughs, the question-- what was this call all about? ]

One of my button ups. Black slacks-- I just got home from work. Why are you asking?

[Rayne clearly had no idea what Cater was doing, but that didn't bother him at all--he expected it. He will not be discouraged. The question is, how much does he want to outright admit to?]

Would you unbutton your top for me, real slow?

[Maybe he'll keep him guessing just a tiny bit longer. At least until he's in his underwear.]

[ What??? The question clearly causes Rayne by surprise, the way his breath catches audibly. What was this about, Cater? Why did you feel the need to catch this poor man off guard this way? ]

... Sure? Can you see me?

[ The shuffling of fabric is easily heard, picked up by the device's microphone. ]

[That was so good. That hitch in his breath, and moreover the fact that he does it so willingly. Cater didn't expect him to resist much, really, but it still turns him on.]

I don't need to see you; I can picture it. Can you imagine me, touching your chest where each button comes undone?

[ Cater's voice-- it's one that Rayne couldn't get enough of. One that he wanted nothing more than to hear murmuring into his ear, or crying out his name-- Why was he starting to think like THAT? Was it from the way Cater was talking?

Absolutely it was. ]

Mmh-- Yes. You've done it enough times, that I...

[ He's forgotten, for a second, that he wasn't even sure what this call was about. Distracted, easily. ]

Can almost feel it. Your fingers against me, touching me. Is that what you want right now, Cater? To touch me?

[There we go, now Rayne was getting it. And he was giving Cater such good material, to work with.]

I want to touch you so badly. I want to be the one undressing you. I want to feel your hands in my hair as I slide down onto my knees in front of you.

[Cater gives a breathy sigh--almost a moan, but not quite.]

What would you do to me, if I was there with you?

[ 'Getting it' is very generous. He's so easily enamored by Cater, that, really, if this boy asked him to jump he'd ask how high; if he asked him to get on his knees, he'd already be kneeling. ]

You should be the one undressing me. If anyone's going to do it...

[ Rayne huffs. Clearly, he's easily getting in the mood. Good job, Cater. ]

It depends. What are you wearing?

[Cater gives another heated laugh at the question. Alright, alright, he'll make it clear just what he's doing here outside of being rabidly flirtatious.]

Does my underwear still count if it's around my ankles?

[He smiles as he closes his eyes, fully focused on the sound of Rayne's voice.]

I'm not wearing anything else.

[ Boy why didn't you lead with that??? Rayne breathes out a sigh. The eyeroll can practically be heard. For someone who didn't say a lot, didn't make a lot of noise, the device certainly picked up a lot. ]

It counts, sure, but it should be fully off in that case.

[ He shifts-- ]

I want you on your knees, [ Okay, okay, now he got it, and he's on board. ] ... begging. I want to hear you ask to touch me, to help me take my pants off so you can get a look at me.

[A rustling can be heard briefly as Cater shifts around, and then:]

They're completely off, now.

[This was perfect--just what he wanted. Even if Rayne didn't catch on fast, he was still somehow a natural at this. Maybe because he had such a commanding voice. Swallowing thickly, Cater touches himself slowly, drawing out each little sensation and letting his imagination and Rayne's words do the heavy lifting.]

It would be my honor to undress you. I want to devour you with my eyes, I want to kiss every part of you. Please, mmm, Rayne...

Edited (switched the wording) 2024-05-15 07:35 (UTC)

Good.

[ Rayne isn't even sure what he's doing, what he's supposed to say. Sure, he has his own urges, his desires, but to put them into words? To say them instead of acting on them??

Part of him is nervous, wondering if what he's saying is actually attractive to Cater. The other part of him is beyond into this.

His shirt isn't even off and he's unbuttoning his own pants to shove them and his underwear down. He isn't quiet with it, either. ]

After you finally get my pants off... while you're eating the sight of me up, trying to get your lips all over me...

I want to watch those pretty lips of yours, Cater. I don't just want them all over me. I want you ...

[ Yeah, he wanted Cater, but what did he want? ]

...
Would you be into me using your mouth? Grabbing your hair, being a little more rough with you?

[ A genuine question, more than dirty talking. Whoops. ]

Edited (wording too........) 2024-05-15 07:40 (UTC)

[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?

I want to know that side of you, too.

[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.]

I'll have to clean it up.

[ 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 giggles as the peak of his orgasm winds down farther, giving him a measure of his wits back.]

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.

[ Wait. If both of them were wishing they were with each other, wishing Cater were here... ]

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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