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THE PHONE SEX MEME

"I just called to say I love you. Now, tell me what you're wearing."

You're in the mood and that special someone is a city/state/country away and you still feel like scratching that itch. Why not call them and see if they're up to a little dirty talk via the telephone.

Rules

Post with the standard Character/Fandom/Preferences.
Use RNG to choose, or just pick a favorite.
The person tagging in is the one calling up a certain someone and picking from the scenarios below.
Enjoy and remember to tag around.

Prompts:
1) "It's been so long." - You haven't heard from your special someone in too long, and you're missing them like crazy. Since you can't have them in person, why not try to rile them up long distance?

2) "I know you're at work, but..." - You're feeling a little extra naughty today. Why not call up your honey and see if you can relieve the boredom of another day at the office by sneaking in a quick little fap-worthy phone call.

3) "For a wrong number, you sure sound sexy." - You were in the mood and your eager fingers might have slipped on a digit or two. But hey, the other person sounds hot. Want to see where it goes?

4) "I don't care if your mom's in the next room. Take off your pants." - One of you had family obligations that took you away for a while, but you still have needs. Think you can manage to satisfy yourself and your partner while making sure your family members don't hear you? Or pick up the other line?

5) "Is this 1-800-KWIK-FUK?" - You're desperate enough to resort to calling a sex line. Question is, who's your call getting directed to?

6) "Anything goes." - Wildcard option. Want to play something that isn't here? Or maybe a mix of the above? Go for it.

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[ Steve smiles with his eyes closed, still not gripping himself, not jerking off. His palm presses down, maintaining the same steady pressure. ] Made you want it, huh? I like watching you, Sam. Just...thinking about what I'm gonna do.

[ And the way Sam would look back at him, with that warm affection in his gaze, heated with lust. The way he'd slide his big hand into Steve's hair, cradle the nape of his neck, maybe, urge his head back as he fed his cock slowly into his mouth--Steve's breath hitches audibly. All the way. Filling up his mouth, warm and hard, pressing down his throat; he swallows. ]

I'd take it all. I'd take it all for you. [ His voice is definitely rough. Steve shudders. ] Are you--are you gonna let me jerk myself off while I do?

I'm going to tell you to.

[The more he can hear Steve getting worked up on his end of the line the steadier his own voice gets even though he feels it just as much and he's probably just as hard - if not more. They've gotten good at balancing this act and he's far more comfortable taking charge of Steve.]

You don't have to worry about doing anything but keeping your mouth open for me and moaning for me too. I'll do that work because I like using your mouth and I know you love it, Steve.

[And Steve knows he'll be touching him while he fucks his mouth and showering praise.]

So you can touch yourself. You do your thing while I do mine.

[ Oh God. The things Sam is saying, the way his voice goes on steadier and steadier while Steve feels like he's shredding to pieces the longer they talk--there's something increasingly Pavlovian about the way his body reacts, the ache in his balls and the throb in his cock, slick fluid trailing from the head as Steve finally wraps his fingers around himself and starts to jerk off. His breath hitches in little shuddering, unmistakable sounds. He wishes Sam were here, Steve doesn't think he's ever needed so badly to be touched, not before Sam was a thousand miles away from him, because if he was here he'd give Steve everything he wants, he knows he would. ]

So you're fucking my mouth. [ He's panting between words; nothing much gets Steve out of breath anymore, but this does. ] You're just--sliding back and forth, holding onto my hair, and I've got my mouth open for you and I'm swallowing around you when you push into my throat, and--my lips feel bruised and my jaw's starting to ache, and that's okay, that's good, I like that... [ Steve shudders, squeezing firm at the base of his cock for relief. ] And I'm jerking off fast for you. Can't help it, it feels too good.

['So you're... Sam smiles and echoes with a lazy murmur just to affirm and give Steve that bit more for his mind to wrap around.] I'm fucking it right.

[And he lets him talk, loving the increasing catch in his voice and how he's panting because need gets to Rogers when nothing else can touch him. Hums come with his approval, those little notes of how Steve would feel - sore jaw, how deep Sam would be, how much he likes it and how fast he's going.]

I'm watching. [He tells him.] I'm watching all of it because I can't look away from you when you're on your knees for me like this. I can see your arm moving with how quick you're going, touching yourself like that and it's hot, Steve. You're hot and it's like you were made for this your mouth and your throat feel so perfect like this. I feel like I can't get in deep enough but maybe if I just hold your head with both my hands.

[He knows that Steve likes that, loves feeling completely caught up and it adds on to the sensation of just being thoroughly used for him. ] You going to moan for me, baby? You going to let me know when you're getting close?

Yeah. [ His hand is working up and down his cock now, quick strokes, dirty and almost rough, and the ache in his balls is driving him crazy, he knows he's going to come so soon, he's going to make a mess all over himself, so hot and good and God, God he wishes Sam was here to see it. ] Hold my head, you can--you can pull on my hair if you want, you can fuck my throat. [ Sam knows, of course he does, how the feeling of being wrecked and used gets to him, like all the strength in his body is stripped down to its barest essence and he only exists for pleasure, Sam's and his own. ]

I'd make you so wet, it's dripping down my chin because you're fucking so fast into my mouth, your whole cock--you're so hard-- [ And Steve is red with shame and pleasure, knowing how much Sam will like hearing it, every sensation, everything that makes Steve feel so thoroughly used when they're together. ] I'm already moaning. It sounds good when you're down my throat, it--it feels good, too.

[ And then he gasps, a sound with raw desperation as he grips the base of his cock tightly. ] Oh fuck I'm gonna come, can I, please, Sam?

Alright, I'll pull your hair. I'll get my fingers in nice and tight and tug as I get right down your throat. Every time I do? That means it feels especially good or you're just- swallowing, all around me. God, you're a mess, just a mess. So into this, baby. Blushing all the way down to your chest. I love it when you blush.

[He can see it, Steve's chin and face slick from the combination of all his spit and the traces of Sam's precome which he can only smear around while he strokes himself instead of letting Steve lap up with all the devotion his mouth has to offer. His hair a mess from how the pass and tug and pull of his fingers have carded through. If and if Steve's eyes are open he imagines they'd be glossy and blown, the depth of his pupils practically all that's there and he'd look-

-sweet. Gorgeous. Steve swears for him and Sam catches the edge of a growling groan in his throat, the pace of his own hand speeding.] You can come. You can come. I want you letting go while I'm still fucking your mouth, babe, make yourself even more of a mess. Go ahead, go ahead, Steve-

Sam. Sam... [ Steve's panting his name into the receiver, groaning, he doesn't have any more words but that now, he can't find the words to describe how it would feel, Sam's fingers gripping his hair and his cock pumping perfectly into his mouth, down his throat. Sam telling him to come, wanting to watch his pleasure, watch it make a mess of him while he's being used, watch him get off on that. His balls ache sweetly as he starts to spurt, hips rocking up off the bed, his slick seed spilling over his fingers and his moans rough and gasping. Sam will know without him saying a word, he knows what Steve sounds like when he comes.

He finally drops his head back to the pillow, as his body arches a final time and then relaxes, his grip around his cock loosening, the phone nearly dropping from his nerveless fingers. Steve manages to hang onto it, though, just panting for a few moments as he recovers himself, gulps and gathers his voice, his scattered thoughts into words, eyes closed all the while. ] You--you gonna come too, Sam? Spill it down my throat?

Right here, Steve. I'm listening. [His voice is pushing, urging and he breaks off into purring praise once he hears the catch of Steve's breath and those rough moans start, the sort of gasping Steve only gives him when he's coming. The sympathetic ache running through him is so strong he has to hold himself hard around the base to keep back. Lips thing as he breathes in and out through his nose, willing control even as he listens to the sheer temptation coming across the line.

He could. He could definitely join Steve right now But there's a wicked though that crosses his mind as Steve's release tapers off. Sam lets out the careful breath he held in for a few moments, giving some relief to his shift, twitching cock with a pass of his hand.

Steve sounds sweet. He listens to him panting as he teases himself, letting the both of them savor the moment. He can picture how he looks, sprawled and flushed with his chest working in rises as his breathing evens out. There's a fascination with watching Steve when he can have him like this Sam can't feel ashamed of.] Mm....

[That hum spells trouble.] I'm really close, babe and it felt real good having you moaning all around me while you came. You never mind... [He has to be careful, barely touching himself so he doesn't come because just talking about this is enough.] I can keep on using you even after you come and you still groan. Even if I don't- if I just....on you-

[Steve's blessed ridiculous metabolism thanks to the serum and a near non-existent refractory period. Sam might just be trying to get him worked up all over again.] He's never actually come on Steve's face before but talking about it now he wants it.] Make you even more of a mess. But, babe, it's not the same. Gonna wait. When I get home you can have all of the real thing.

[ Steve makes a little half-hearted, disappointed noise when he realizes Sam's holding himself back from coming--almost a whimper, he needs it, he wants to hear it--though it's so good, too, when Sam denies him the things he wants. Makes him wait, makes him writhe for it, just using him however he pleases like Steve's needs and pleasures are secondary, though he knows in reality it's anything but. For a while his head lolls against the pillow, his eyes stay shut and Steve listens to Sam's warm voice in his ear almost without hearing the words, drifting on the warm satiation of coming, his slick fingers still wrapped loosely around his cock.

Until the things Sam is saying penetrate the haze, until a whimper climbs out of his throat and Steve feels his cock twitch again in his fingers at the thought of--that Sam might actually-- ] Sam. [ He sounds stunned. That he's thought about doing something like that, he wants to when he goes home to Steve. There's something so filthy about it--filthy, and desperately arousing. Steve feels himself shiver. ]

You're trying to make me hard again. [ He says it breathlessly, a soft, certain whisper. And it's working. ] What do you want me to do?

I think I'm making you hard again. [Sam corrects. While he held his breath wondering if he was going to hit something real, Steve's literal whimper at what he described tells him all he needs to know. That sound comes with a surge of lust, a teetering push when he's already so close to the edge. He likes when he can really surprise, Steve. Even more when he can leave him speechless even if he isn't touching him.

Sam gives himself one slow pump, musing over that question. He lets Steve at least hear the rougher tinge to his breath that brings. But god, it's nearly torture not seeing him like this. He loves how loose and pliant Steve gets after he comes. He can just imagine that he's still holding himself with sticky, slick fingers, barely softened up at all.]

Well I don't want you hard up all night. I want you to think about it, think if you want me to do that.

[Another pause with another stroke. Sam breathes out a swear.] Take a picture when you come again – every time you do until I get back. Will you do that for me, babe? Take a pic and send it over?

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