bakerstreet | Sexting

Shut up, Takao.

[Another automatic reaction that he decides to leave in his message because Takao deserves it after saying it like that. He also deserves it for the crime of being right in his own way. Midorima is certainly learning a few things about himself.]

Don't be so impatient. You can stay where you are a little longer. It will make it easier for me to touch you.

So Shin-chan wants to touch me too, huh... I figured you'd be the selfish, spoiled type in these kinds of things.

[As usual, being told to shut up doesn't do much to stop him. A new pattern is forming, one of teasing him, then following up with something a little more on-point, just in case he might otherwise get offended enough to break the mood. That's the problem with pure text; it doesn't have the same inescapable velocity of images or reality.

And also some things are just embarrassing to write. Almost more embarrassing than just doing them. So he might need to build up the nerve to admit to some things, things he's sure are already known, by heckling him a little.]

But I don't mind spoiling you. I could sit in your lap and lick and stroke you for a long time. I might say some stuff that sounds like flattery but you know I really admire you in some ways, don't you?

[The first part is easy to counter. Midorima can just fall back on his earlier excuse and this time use it to cover what he can only assume would be an inability to stop himself from reaching out and touching Takao.]

If you're serving me well, you should get an occasional reward. I do know that when it comes to sexual matters, being selfish is not the path to success.

[The shift from joke to proposition to compliment is much more difficult to respond to.]

It goes without saying that my shooting is admirable.

[One would think that laughing that hard would distract from the other physical reactions he was having, but Takao finds that not to be the case. It's so clinical. It's so painfully, hilariously clinical, enough that his hand has to clutch at his stomach and eventually wipe at his eyes, but as it tapers off he finds his face feeling a little warmer, for reasons that he can't brush off as the usual breathlessness of laughing. His satisfied smirk that seems unusually closer to a genuine, warm smile also lingers. Shin-chan being Shin-chan has him feeling oddly more at ease.]

Not what I'm talking about right now. It's amazing but it doesn't give me a boner and I don't get off to it.

[Feeling more at ease, he doesn't force himself to try more euphemistic wording to suit his tastes. If Shin-chan can be Shin-chan, he can be himself.]

Edited 2018-06-15 07:52 (UTC)

[It is only through practicing self-control that is almost as admirable as his shooting that he doesn't yell at Takao for that foray into bluntness. He doesn't understand how recording himself last night was easier than talking about the specifics of what they might do to each other and how that makes them feel.]

I would hope not as that would make our next game difficult.

What foolishness were you talking about?

I'm talking about your body. If I was sitting in your lap and taking my time, I could spend a lot more time than you'd probably want just on your chest and shoulders.

You insisted you weren't talking about my basketball skills, but the physical condition of my shoulders and chest is closely related.

Of course that would be frustrating and I would demand you move on.

It'd be the end of my career if I got this bad over every amazing basketball player.

But now I'm stuck on the idea of feeling you up. Licking you up. If I'm sitting right on your thighs it will be harder not to know what makes you squirm. The more you try to play stoic the more thoroughly I'm gonna look for your sweet spots, for the record.

I'm not playing stoic. I'm trying not to give you ammunition.
If we did, for instance, learn that my nipples are sensitive, would you use that information reasonably or would you take advantage of the knowledge?

I'd tease them and make you squirm and moan and break that stoic face!

[This is why one doesn't arm him.]

Then I will hold back my reactions until I absolutely can't take it anymore.

Of course there are some things that are not so easy to control.

Might surprise you but I plan to be patient about this. I'll be thorough. I've got hands and lips and teeth and a tongue, and I want you to get to know all of them. When you let go I'll make it good enough to be worth it so you won't want to hold back.

I know all about your persistence. Of course I have enough of my own.

If I wind my fingers through your hair and pull to try to slow you down, would that discourage you or only make you more determined?

Maybe both. Think in the end I'd want to do it even more though. Getting you going gets me going.

If you can't be stopped, I'll just use that hand in your hair to direct you where I want you most.

If I did stop, you might make some interesting noises and faces. But at this point I don't think I'd be able to stop even to tease you.

For the record I'm not normally into getting bossed around and hair pulled but when you get me going things get mixed up. If you get cold feet on me there's no one else who will do it for me.

Don't think that I would let just anyone into my lap, either.

Then no backing out? After pushing me down there, I'm really gonna blow you. My mouth on your cock. You're gonna feel it and have a bird's eye view of it.

Naturally, once I decide I want something, I won't back down.

Show me what you can do. Make sure you don't disappoint.

[When he has a chance to breathe and calm his racing heart, Midorima can still pull off the slightly detached and commanding tone. If this were really happening, after who knows how long of Takao mercilessly teasing every sensitive spot he can find, his secret assumption is that he wouldn't even be able to form complete words, let alone try to give any orders.]

[And now it's come to specifics, past foreplay, past talk of playing with his chest, of licking his neck and shoulders. This isn't a suggestive play at his fingers. This is planning out the real thing, a real thing he's sure won't ever happen but that they're pretending.]

I'll start by licking it. If I get the base good, then even if I can'get it all down at first, it should feel good and wet in my hands. I'll get the head in first and suck at that until you start pushing or pulling. Eventually I'll have you down my throat. I'll have to hold my breath so you'll stop feeling the air from my nose on your stomach. Good thing all that training builds a high lung capacity, huh? I can spend a lot of time on you.

[It's easy to sound calm in text, but after hitting send, he has to look away from the phone. He can't even think straight enough to put in paragraph breaks. Takao has to distract himself from what he just said, while at the same time having to deal with a body too worked up to find easy distraction. But if he pulls up the goods from last night he won't last and he's sure that without lust fogging his brain he wouldn't make it far into this foray. This isn't his first time thinking this tonight. He can't help but feel outclassed. Writing would probably always be more Midorima's forte.

No, he's sure if he had to say any of this out loud, he'd probably melt right on down into the ground in embarrassment too. Midorima, utterly inexperienced and jejune himself, would have a field day with how fully aroused and desperately excited he was at this little.]

[There's a lot of choking going on in this exchange, but for Midorima, there isn't actually anything for him to choke on beyond his own shock. That took a sudden turn for the descriptive. It's not the most elegantly written prose, but it might as well be a diagram of what Takao could do to him.

Did he mention it was descriptive?

It's not a bad shock, necessarily. It's the shock of being thrust, so to speak, from a persistent background arousal that wasn't enough to overwhelm his focus on selecting the right words to yes now more.

Midorima only allows himself a quick rub through his pants, pressing his hand up and down a few times, and then a second to imagine what it would be like to be surrounded by wet warmth instead of only feeling a chafing pressure.]

Of course you go above and beyond when you don't want to disappoint me.

Do I need to be jealous of who you've been practicing this skill with, or are you a natural? Is it because

[Midorima knows the kinds of things he's supposed to say in this context. The thought should finish with something like, "you were made to take my cock."

He can't do it.

He tries replacing the vulgar word with the correct terminology, then a euphemism. The final version becomes the much tamer:]

it's me?

[FOUL! Takao's thumbs are practically moving to inform him that there's no need for jealousy before he even finished reading, which is why that question, much tamer than what he might have gotten, takes him by surprise, causes his thumb to stick as his other hand comes to cover his mouth to prevent whatever sound might come out. It's not a sound he wants to hear himself, it's not something he's ready to analyze. He's not sure if he's surprised, vulnerable, turned on, scandalized or if it's just some primal, more animistic sound. It's not fair to get that personal when they're sexting. The sexting's about a fake scenario but an answer about a sentiment like that's too real!]

I told you last night, anyone elllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll

[A swipe of his thumb towards backspace instead pushes enter. The noise he makes at that goes unmuffled, and while Midorima can't hear it, Takao can recognize this one as panic.

Quick. Quick. He needs to fire out a reply. Shin-chan isn't the type to tolerate anything like that and maintain arousal.]

Yeah

[There, a quick one. Back on task, back on task... Follow up!]

because it's you.

[That's in some ways harder to send than a vivid description. The fact that none of this has done a damned thing to dampen his excitement only makes it worse. Feeling every right to soothe himself now, Takao doesn't hesitate to get his hands into his pants, letting the friction be a distraction from everything wrong with this and a magnifier for everything right about this.]

[There are certain assumptions that can can be made about what two people who are sexting will be doing in between sending messages, but really, does Takao have to make it so obvious he's typing with one hand?]

If you're going to have this little control now, how can I trust you'll keep your wits about you when you're doing what you just described?

[Midorima's question did at least have some impact, just as he hoped, although he doesn't realize how deep it hit.]

Of course, I can always get you back on track with a few words. Since you said that works for you in a way it normally doesn't.

["A few words" are too powerful for Midorima to wield lightly in this kind of situation. It works so well it's dangerous, clearly. Takao's breathing doesn't quite calm fully down, but his hand might have something to do with that.]

I won't bite when I've got you in my mouth. No promises about anywhere else or not holding on too tight though. Best I can do is to try and hold on where you can cover it easy. You seriously do it for me.

It's fine if I can't control noise, right? I'll be muffled. You might even like the vibrations.

[It's another image that leaves Midorima stunned. There may be something to this idea of a thing that generally doesn't sound appealing suddenly becoming more interesting when a specific person does it. It's not like he enjoys being manhandled. Any other current or former teammate trying to drag him around or giving him a playful punch or pinch would get roughly shaken off or yelled at. Yet the thought of Takao gripping him tight enough to leave a mark or even biting him is almost as arousing as the idea of him humming around his dick.

This isn't an indication of inherently lower quality, but rather a sign of his absolute, near throbbing interest in being in Takao's mouth.]

Finally, a use for your excess noise.

I think I would like that.

[All of that.

Sometimes a bit of encouragement can't be helped.]

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