"I understand, sir." Eli's thighs clenched as he ached with the need to thrust down onto his fingers. His inner walls spasmed, his body craving stimulation after being so suddenly cut short.
"Are your fingers still in your cunt?"
"Yes, sir."
"All the way in, I assume?"
"Yes, sir."
"That's good." Over the phone, Elijah heard the faint rustle of bedsheets, the slide of skin on skin, the sound of Darren stroking himself while Elijah lay motionless. It ignited hot coals in the depths of his stomach and he trembled with desire. "Keep your palm pressed against your cock and thrust your fingers shallowly. Slowly now, I'll know if you go too fast."
Elijah twitched the tips of his fingers, stroking back and forth in tiny motions. Slick flooded past his fingers and his toes curled at the bare minimum pleasure. His cunt ached to be filled and, hopelessly, he moaned long and loud, "Darren!"
"Stop moving." Darren's firm voice cut through his desire like a hot knife. He froze, panting and fighting back every urge in his body to shove his fingers deep inside himself. "Do you know what you did wrong?"
"I-I-" Eli stuttered and frantically searched his mind through the need boiling inside of himself. It dawned on him and filled him with dread but his body betrayed him, the shame only making him burn hotter. "I used your name, sir," he managed to whimper.
"That's right." While his voice was stern, Darren couldn't help a wide grin spreading across his face. A benefit of phone sex? Not having to hide his own enjoyment during times like this. Sure, he could keep a straight face well enough in person, but it was always an effort to hide just how much fun he was having. "I think you need to be punished so that you don't forget. Does that sound fair, baby?"
"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir." Elijah simpered, unable to hide how eager he was. He remained frozen in place, waiting with bated breath for Darren's command. Luckily for him, Darren was just as excited, if better at hiding it.
"Take your hands out of your underwear and place them beside you on the bed." Firm, direct, Elijah followed the instructions instantly. His boxers clung to his thighs uncomfortably, instantly becoming saturated with his slick. "I want you to sit up and grind against the bed. I want you to feel your wetness seep through your boxers and make a mess of your sheets, and only when I know that it's all soaked will I let you touch yourself again. Do you understand?"
"I understand, sir."
"Get to it then. Make sure the phone's positioned so that I can hear every movement you make."
"Yes, sir."
Elijah shuffled up onto his hands and knees, crotch pressed firmly against the bed sheets beneath him. He grabbed his phone and placed it between his spread knees. Planting his hands and hanging his head between his shoulders, he began shifting back and forth. A bead of sweat cut a cool trail down his spine as he rocked, grinding himself down to try and get as much stimulation as possible, his slick soaking steadily through the thin fabric of his boxers. He sighed out a quiet moan and adjusted his angle, dragging his clit against the growing wet patch turning his underwear dark gray.
"Let me hear you, love."
Elijah let his mouth fall open and he groaned, long and desperate, into the relative silence of his bedroom. He shifted faster, the sheets beneath him bunching and rustling as he desperately tried to chase every spark of pleasure that shot up his spine. Every exhale turned into a moan, his hands screwed up the fabric beneath them, wetness soaked his thighs and everything in-between.
"That's it, you sound so hot," Darren crooned. "Grind down just like how you ride my cock."
The image instantly flooded Elijah's mind and underwear, Darren appearing beneath him behind his closed eyelids. Elijah's skin tingled with phantom feeling as the Darren in his mind grasped his hips with firm, strong hands, guiding him to thrust harder and faster against the bed. His moans climbed in pitch as the scene grew more intense in his mind, his cunt ached for Darren's cock to fill it, clit twitching with his need to climax--
Cut short by a barked order of, "Freeze." Obeying on instinct, Elijah whined pitifully. "Put your hand between your legs, over your boxers, and tell me how wet it is."
Right hand trembling, Elijah cupped it underneath him, plunging it into the sopping mess that was his underwear and bed sheets, his boxers undeniably dark with slick. "It's soaking, everything is wet."
"That's perfect, love," Darren said, "You've done so well, you've been such a good boy. Do you want to come?"
"Please, sir..." Elijah whined, "Please let me come!"
"Hmm," Darren pretended to deliberate, teasing Elijah into desperation.
"Please, I've been good, please let me come, sir!"
Darren chuckled and gave in, "Alright, alright. Listen closely, do as I say and I'll let you come."
"I'll do anything you say, sir."
"I know you will, love," Darren held the base of his cock, feeling just as close to coming as Elijah was, despite not sounding it. He sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth before instructing Eli, "Put your hand back into your boxers and ride your fingers. Fuck yourself on them like you do my cock and don't stop until you come. Got that?"
"Yes, sir, thank you," Eli panted with relief, shoving his right hand into his underwear and immediately curling his middle and ring fingers inside himself. Across the line, Darren stroked and squeezed his cock, fueled by Elijah's constant, uncontrollable moaning.
"Fuck, are you close, Eli?"
Elijah grunted affirmatively, curling his fingers to stroke inside his cunt as he pushed his clit down against his palm. "I'm close, sir, you're gonna make me come!"
"Me too, I'm gonna come too, baby, but I want to hear you first, let me hear you come for me," Darren threw his head back against his pillow with a deep groan, hand stripping his cock as he inched closer and closer to climax. "Come for me, Elijah!"
One final command and Elijah helplessly obeyed, crying out as his entire body spasmed with the force of his orgasm. His hips thrust down and his cunt clenched around his fingers, slick escaping past the vice-like grip of his inner walls. Through the phone, he heard Darren grunt and gasp, tell-tale signs of his own climax. Elijah shuddered as aftershocks wrecked his system, triggered in a domino effect by the sound of Darren losing himself.
"Holy shit..." Eli slumped onto his back- left hand gripping his phone, his precious connection to Darren- head resting against the pillow as he trembled, crawling back to his senses lethargically after coming so intensely.
Darren laughed, breathless and satisfied, "I know, right?" A deep sigh and muffled rustling gave away Darren's movements as he shuffled around to get comfortable. "Worth the study break, I hope?"
Elijah couldn't help but laugh. "Oh, that was well worth it, you know it was."
"I'm glad," Darren replied smugly. "You got any plans tomorrow?"
"Aside from making sure my legs still work after all that? No plans."
"Fancy grabbing dinner?"
"You know I do."
They both chuckled, relaxing into the familiar sounds of the other's afterglow. They stayed on the phone late into the night, enjoying the comfort of company, easy and familiar. Staying up late, despite knowing they would be seeing each other tomorrow, they lost track of the time as they usually did when talking to each other, talking until they felt too tired to go on, reluctant despite knowing they would be together again very soon.
