bakerstreet | Sexting

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.]

Then you won't tell me to shut up? I don't know how safe a place we'll get to do it in but I do have a goal of making you make some noise too.

[The bathroom was too damned quiet despite intensive listening. Getting a noise out of Midorima would have to mean something. The texts take longer to come in as he works distracted, one handed, embarrassed enough to stop short and delete something he wasted the time getting the grammar right on more than once. But while it's already frustratingly close, even if Shin-chan's doing the same thing--and he might not be, it's impossible to tell when his control's so fucking impeccable on video, in the stalls---he probably isn't. Time to up the ante a little more.]

I want to put it out there that I'm not actually a perv. But while I'm thinking of going down on you and holding onto you or leaving finger marks on your thighs there's some other stuff I could be playing with down there too. I haven't mess with my own enough to know but if it doesn't freak you out too much it might feel good.

[There are two ways to take that. There's the balls in front or the hole in back. Unsent texts describing either were deleted in favor of trying to suss out what direction Midorima's tastes go from a text reaction. Just like the night before, the more worked up he gets by Midorima's encouragement, the more dangerously bold he ends up.]

Edited 2018-06-23 09:43 (UTC)

Being too loud won't be a concern because I would only accept a safe location. There's no point in going this far if we have to hold ourselves back in any way.

[Despite saying this, Midorima can't help but think of the bathroom. It was the safest location at the time for what he needed to do, but also, he was brought to a point where masturbating in a school bathroom stall seemed like the only logical solution. His control is already shot when it comes to these thoughts about Takao. Would he really be able to say no to a less than ideal location?]

However, you should be careful about setting goals you won't be able to achieve.

[Someone would have to be attuned to his breathing to hear any sign of how he's been stroking himself between messages. Besides the need to be quiet now in his own bedroom, there's something mortifying about the thought of completely letting go and moaning shamelessly. Now Takao doing that...

Well, like he said, he probably won't tell him to shut up.

That brings him to the final part of the message, which of course doesn't freak him out. He's above being "freaked out."

He's just staring blankly at his phone screen while his brain takes a small break. Completely different.

When he's ready for thought again, Midorima's mind goes straight down the hole, although it's not so much a set-in-stone preference as the first thought he has and then not wanting to let go of that thought. He even takes a moment to set his phone aside, turn so he can better access his rear, and rub a slow circle against it, not quite ready to penetrate himself but letting the tingle of pleasure he feels make him bold enough to match Takao's newest suggestion.]

Give me some warning and don't just stick your finger in there out of nowhere.

[While Midorima is not being freaked out, the seconds tick by with nerves helping to give Takao some much needed but presently unwanted longevity. What if he sent another text about playing around up front? Maybe that could still save him? Anything that could even be read as that direct might have been too much. While Midorima's brain takes a small break, Takao's thoughts spiral until the next text comes in. Relief and something a little less easy to sum up in one word (though 'lust' does a close enough job of it) are behind the noise that comes out of his bedroom. But just as text means Takao can't begin to guess Midorima's actions, it means his responses, as long as they're quick and not as sloppy as some have been, disguise his own fluctuations in confidence.

Of course none of this is really going to happen, but it feels like a primer for keeping it cool were it to go down.]

Since my mouth might be full that warning will be rubbing along the outside. I'll make sure it feels good enough that slipping in feels natural. If I get both hands back there instead of having one hold your hips down think you can keep from thrusting too hard in my mouth? I wanna rub the outside while easing one finger in.

You're going to make sure the place is safe. So there's no reason for you to be stingy about making noises is there? I'll learn what makes you feel good that way. But if you want to be even more direct and just say "more!" that can work too.

[The limitations of only having two hands and not a mouth at his disposal keep him from perfectly replicating the scenario, but he can't resist trying out the next step. Midorima slides a finger inside while he presses around the rim with his thumb.
With a slight shiver, he grips his cock more tightly.

In Takao's hands, this might be enough to make him say, "more."]

I can hold back from moving my hips, no matter how good you make it feel. I have no interest in choking you.

[The more honest answer is that Midorima is horrified at the idea of getting so out of control that he hurts him, no matter how unlikely.]

I said I wanted some warning, but you don't have to be too careful with me. As a matter of fact, I'll tell you that.

[It's almost like asking for more. It's technically asking for it harder, which is what Midorima does as soon as he can set the phone aside. He pushes the finger back inside with more determination and begins to thrust it shallowly in time to the movement of his other hand.]

[A fluent speaker of Midorima, it's close enough to asking for more that the subtle difference is lost in translation. Takao finds a hefty exhale coming out with another noise he holds until he can get a hand over his mouth. The phone ends up propped on the desk by his bed to lean over and peer at thoughtfully. Midorima's taking to the idea better than he'd thought. In reality, not knowing what tight and 'stretched' would feel like, he's sure he'd be more cautious, he's sure both of them would be.

As much to try and keep his voice down and focus on not feeling his own teeth too much as to try to recreate what he can of the fantasy, he slips two fingers into his mouth. Shin-chan's bigger than that, but it's a start.]

I want to be so good at it you don't got to worry. I don't know what you're doing on your end but I just found out I can get two fingers all the way back.

[Something about admitting to that side of things should be more embarrassing than admitting to jerking himself off. After all, every guy masturbates, but not every man attempts to practice blowing someone. The irony is that the latter is something a person would need more actual practice in. Midorima seems like the type to appreciate it more for that reason. Things that are likely to help work him up are a little less embarrassing if they even the balance between them, if he can imagine it irks his composure just a little by bringing in a little more reality.]

As soon as you do tell me I'll try getting one finger all in you, too. One finger's pretty slim. I wanna see what kind of reaction you have when I bend it and try twisting it. I'll find the best angle to start thrusting into you with. I'll be able to see if your stomach muscles tense up. I'm sure I'd feel it inside you too.

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