"Finally grabbed your cock, of course. I'd kiss you, that's not my hands but how could I not, I'd kiss you so much, I'd kiss your mouth and your face and your neck, I'd find that place on your neck where you like being kissed while running my hand up and down your shaft—should I sit behind you? I'd have easy access to all of you if I did..."

"Y-yeah - that sounds - good -"

"So I'd sit behind you, my legs around you, and from there I could kiss your neck and feel you up. I could definitely play it slower from there, if I wanted, and I do want. I don't want to finish too soon, I want to know everything about your body. Are you cut?" He thinks North Americans often are.

"Nuh-uh."

"So I could pull your skin back, rub my thumb around the head of your cock a bit, run my hand up and down your length—God, you're so tasty, I want to suck your cock so much, I bet your cock is tasty, too—with my other hand I'm still feeling you up, I'm grabbing your chest, I'm running it down your body to your thigh again—between your legs, I can't really resist that, I want to touch your balls, I want to feel you down your taint—"

"Oh god," whimpers Haru.

"Something to look forward to, is when I'll be able to use my mouth and not just my hands, I really want to blow you. For now I can just kiss you, though, and just picture the day when you'll let me worship you. I'm getting impatient, though, and I want to hear you moan the way you moan when I kiss your neck, I want to properly jerk you off, play with your cock and go faster and harder, speed up. I'm behind you so I can put my other hand on your ass, now, there's so much more of you than I want to feel, but I'm having so much trouble really doing that because I'm pressing myself against you. I'm so hard, Haru, so hard, can you feel it? I'm pressing it against your back now, I can't, ah, fuck, I can't hold back my moans anymore..."

"Mm-hm, mmmhm oh -"

"I want you to come, Haru. I want you to come for me, fuck, oh Haru, I still have my hands on you, I have both hands on your cock now, I'm going faster and I'm rubbing myself against you, I don't know if I can get myself off with just this but I'm trying, I'm kissing and licking and biting and sucking on your neck and I want you, I want you so much, Haru, I like you so much, moan for me, Haru, I want you to come—"

"AHhhhhh," moans Haru into the phone, "ah, ah, fuck -"

"Fuck that's so hot, Haru I'm so close, Haru do you want to hear me, I'm about to come, too, I'm thinking of you and I want to come—"

"Yeah - yeah go on -"

"Fuck—ahh Haruuuuuuuu!"

Haru catches his breath, laughing softly.

"Fuck I haven't come this much in a while, God," he says, breathing heavily and, oh, he should probably breathe less heavily actually 'cause the nausea's back.

"Mm-hm. You have, uh, good timing."

He giggles a bit. "I'd say 'it's my superpowers' but that would've been unethical," nausea, "it was pure luck."

"Well. I uh. Need a shower now."

"Shame I can't lick you clean."

"Eventually. Eventually I will get carried away. I can't bring my phone into the shower," Haru laughs. "I'll telepathy you when I'm no longer stark naked and we can go hunting and get dinner?"

"Sure. And whenever you feel like getting carried away, Haru, I'll carry you wherever you want to go."

Haru giggles. "See you soon."

Click.

Haah...

That was far too many emotions in far too short an amount of time.

He should take a shower, too.

I'm decent! Haru reports about fifteen minutes later.

I'm not, but we all knew that already.