Sexting. It's what's for dinner.

[justformemes]

the phone sex +
sexting meme

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[seeingscarlet]

[Wanda answers with a breathless laugh of her own that ends in another gasp of pleasure.]

Not for long.

[Another promise punctuated with a long lick up the underside of his cock. Their minds are so tightly entwined that she can no longer quite tell where his pleasure ends and hers begins. Of course Wanda would much rather they not be separated for so long, but being able to connect with him like this helps soothe her loneliness. It's still not enough, it could never hold a candle to actually having Stephen in her arms, but it's infinitely better than simple texting.

The phantom mouth and hands keep time with Stephen's imagination, and Wanda's cries and moans become louder and more frequent as both their paces quicken. He's so close (they're so close), she can feel it, and so the last suckle at the head of his cock is extra intense.]

Stephen, Stephen--!

[Wanda doesn't even bother trying to muffle her sounds. It's too much, she can't hold on any longer under the weight of their shared pleasure, it's lacking but still so incredibly good. She comes on a final cry of his name as she arches off the bed, toes curling as her fingers scramble for purchase in the sheets. For a long moment all she can do is lay there, try to remember how to breathe, and keep the psychic blow job going.]

I love you.

[It's a breathless, desperate whisper as she fumbles for the phone to switch it to video mode, body still not fully calmed from her orgasm. She needs to see him.]

[nomadeupname]

[Wanda is not wrong on that point, and in between the images in his mind, the psychic touch of her mouth on his cock and her moaning his name, he's getting dangerously close to the edge. But it's the feel of her orgasm through their link, the way he feels pleasure rolling in and crashing into her that does him in.

Stephen gasps and groans, before covering his face with his arm to muffle the sound of his moans, his phone still in his hand so Wanda can't miss any of the sounds she's managed to the pull out of him.]

Hgn, Wanda...

[There's a blinding light behind his eyes as he reaches his climax, and warmth spreads over his limbs as his seeds spills on his stomach, his breathing ragged and quick. He lets himself revel in the sluggishness that comes after an orgasm, forgetting for a moment that he's in his room at Kamar-Taj instead of New York. But the morning bustle outside of his door reminds him of where he is, and Stephen opens his eyes to see Wanda's face on his phone. He smiles languorously at her:]

I love you too.

[He moves his arm so he can see her better, enjoying the view even if they are far from one another: she wears that languid look he likes to see so much on her after sex. Even if she managed to chase away the tension that had accumulated in his shoulders during the past week, Stephen finds that he misses her more than he initially thought.]

You win, love. I'm coming home tonight.

[seeingscarlet]

[She moans with him as he cums, their link intensifying the aftershocks of her own orgasm. She can hear him, she can sense him, and now she can see him, but the lack of touch leaves her hyperaware of how empty their bed is. Right now she wants nothing more than to curl up in his arms and bask in their shared afterglow...but that will have to wait.

Still, Wanda looks an utter wreck - flushed and still trying to catch her breath, eyes glowing with the effort of sustaining the connection, and a lazy smile that could only have come from one thing. Phantom lips press to his in a promise of things to come if he can only make it through the rest of his day.]

Then you should be here in the morning. [She smiles warmly, and again the phantom touch moves where she'd want to, nuzzling into his neck.] Wake me up? I'll make it worth your trouble...

[After her shower, she'll get back into bed and arrange the panels of the babydoll so the first thing Stephen will see entering their room is her ass. She knows what he likes.

...and facing away from the door, he won't see her face contorted from nightmares.]