[ O - kay. His hand actually freezes for a second around his cock, his next breath very nearly stuck in his throat. He swallows heavily. ]
Fuck. Fine, yeah, I'll push right in, just get you all nice and full. You should - ah - you should touch your lips, too, if you have a hand free, just draw your finger around them, imagine it's me. Feeling how stretched you are. [ He's panting in earnest now, his hand going audibly faster too. ] I'll start thrusting now, so best keep your mouth open for me, alright? Imagine a good, slow pace here, hitting the back of your mouth every time, drawing out only midway, just to make sure you never feel - empty -
[ Off he trails, his next breath heavy, clearly a groan. Hitting the edge, as it were. And tumbling right off it. ]
[ He actually whimpers at the comment about his lips, freeing his left hand from his balls and reaching up to touch them, smelling himself, but imagining the other man there instead, how his scent would be. Like that, it takes about three seconds after he can hear Lucifer groaning and, no doubt, coming and he moans a bit louder, spending himself all over his stomach.
A long moment, he just lies there, on the bed, blinking up at the ceiling. His breathing gradually settles. ]
At some point, you'll need to touch my lips like that.
[ Blink, blink, blink. Oh, that was a good one. When he speaks, Elio can probably hear the blissful smile on his face: ]
Don't mind if I do.
[ He closes his eyes. More than ready to embrace a little of his inner sloth and go right back to sleep even if it'll be noon in a few hours. The Detective hasn't called. Cain is going to marry her. He's just not into any of that.
I'll be back in LA by Saturday. [ He doesn't move except to run his hand lazily through the cum on his belly. Just turns his head in the direction of the phone, his voice groggy, tired, he might go back to sleep in a moment and he doesn't expect the dream to need any finishing, now.
This was beautiful. In its own way, perfection. ] Do you want to meet up? I'll be jet-lagged, but...
[ Always ready for you, it means. He's just too orgasmic to say it, besides he kind of thinks the orgasm said it on its own, really. ]
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Fuck. Fine, yeah, I'll push right in, just get you all nice and full. You should - ah - you should touch your lips, too, if you have a hand free, just draw your finger around them, imagine it's me. Feeling how stretched you are. [ He's panting in earnest now, his hand going audibly faster too. ] I'll start thrusting now, so best keep your mouth open for me, alright? Imagine a good, slow pace here, hitting the back of your mouth every time, drawing out only midway, just to make sure you never feel - empty -
[ Off he trails, his next breath heavy, clearly a groan. Hitting the edge, as it were. And tumbling right off it. ]
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A long moment, he just lies there, on the bed, blinking up at the ceiling. His breathing gradually settles. ]
At some point, you'll need to touch my lips like that.
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Don't mind if I do.
[ He closes his eyes. More than ready to embrace a little of his inner sloth and go right back to sleep even if it'll be noon in a few hours. The Detective hasn't called. Cain is going to marry her. He's just not into any of that.
Totally fine with it, though. Totally.
He gives his spent cock a squeeze and adds: ]
When are you getting back?
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This was beautiful. In its own way, perfection. ] Do you want to meet up? I'll be jet-lagged, but...
[ Always ready for you, it means. He's just too orgasmic to say it, besides he kind of thinks the orgasm said it on its own, really. ]
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I expect we can work something out.
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See you then, Lucifer.
[ And their little phone sex session comes to an end. ]