Call me, call me any, anytime!

[buckingham]

the phone sex +
sexting meme

what it says on the tin. leave a blank comment, include your preferences or a starter, it's all good. reply to others with a text, a dirty picture (please link all nsfw things!), misfires, misdials, drunk filthy voicemails, whatever your heart desires.

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[tsunomon]

Enough that I don't want anyone else kissing you.

[koromon]

i don't exactly think that's something you need to worry about.

who could compete with you?

[tsunomon]

Your fanclub, Mister Soccer Star.

[koromon]

not even in the same league as you

[tsunomon]

Good. Take shorter showers.

[koromon]

at...school?

i thought i was already pretty quick...

[tsunomon]

Now, dummy.

[koromon]

i haven't even gotten in yet.....

[tsunomon]

...

I'm going to kill you.

[koromon]

you distracted me!

with such a nice picture

[tsunomon]

So you've just been sitting there staring at it?

[koromon]

you've also been talking to me!

i'll go, i'll go

just stay like you are okay?

[tsunomon]

You mean I can't...?

[koromon]

you don't wanna wait for me?

[tsunomon]

I always want to wait for you.

But you're slow.

[koromon]

maybe if you'd let me get in the shower it'd be faster

[tsunomon]

Maybe if you put your phone down, you'd get in there faster.

[koromon]

i'm goin' i'm goin'

i'll call you when i'm out?

[tsunomon]

I'll be here.

[koromon]

[ Hair and skin still damp, Taichi's only in a towel when he flops back onto his bed. It had been a somewhat embarrassing scramble from bathroom to bedroom, realizing only too late that, thankfully, Mom's out and so is Hikari. So maybe he's not feeling quite as embarrassed—maybe bold, even—when he dials Yamato's number instead of calling him back, his legs dangling off the long edge of his mattress. And instead of a proper greeting, Yamato gets something rushed, almost breathy, and definitely just as excited as his incessant messages had been. ]

You waited, right?

[tsunomon]

[ The sound of his phone nearly buzzing off the nightstand catches his attention, makes him stretch out an arm to palm it up and bring it to his face to check the screen--where he's been laying, oddly obedient, in his bed alone for the past fifteen minutes, his incessant need to be touched dwindled down to something smaller, less dire; it picks up immediately as he hears Taichi's voice through the phone, breathy and almost too close to his ear. A jolt of heat goes down through him, resonating in the still-open gap of his jeans, where his free hand idles down over his stomach as he cradles the phone in between his ear and shoulder.]

I waited.

[ There's a hint of annoyance there, just barely a tease, at the thought that maybe Taichi expects him to have not listened--and granted, it's not like the sentiment is wrong, normally he'd complain or do whatever anyway, but this is different. This is his fingertips walking over the skin of his stomach, thumbing gently at the elastic of his boxers, thinking of where Taichi might be and what he might look like now.]

Did you? [ Soft, playful. ] I forgot to tell you not to touch yourself in the shower.

[koromon]

I'm not that dumb.

[ A tease made of a half truth because they both know Yamato can't put too much past Taichi, even nowadays. But he'd been good, even though it was probably the first time he'd showered in a long time without relieving that pressure, especially as it asserted its presence in the wake of that photo. That's why it's especially good to hear Yamato's voice now, deep and smooth, as he reclines in bed with only his bath towel draped around his waist, his hair still a little too wet to be getting it all over his pillows without consequence. He grunts gently as he gets comfortable, and his eyes glance across his ceiling, eventually falling on the glow of his alarm clock, like he can really guess at how long he's got the place to himself. ]

You still wearing all those clothes?

[tsunomon]

All those clothes...

[ He repeats, scoffing a little, but he supposes it's true--because if Taichi is just out of the shower, that means that he's probably changed into something more comfortable, or perhaps not changed at all. The thought makes him swallow, a faint sound, before he's training his eyes up to the ceiling and then, gratefully, beneath his lids; it feels more natural that way, as though he doesn't have to think too hard about it if he's all alone. ]

Yeah. They're exactly the way I showed you, still. [ Still soft, though his fingers smooth over the elastic of his underwear and his breath catches a little, as if he's thinking of Taichi's hand there instead. ]

What are you wearing? That's more important.

[koromon]

What!

[ A reasonable protest because Yamato does seem to wear an awful lot of layers, even when he doesn't have to. Taichi supposes it's all part of that ~cool image~ he cultivates, but bringing two shirts seems excessive in the middle of summer. It isn't a real complaint, though, because excessive or not it works, even on Taichi. Although he also wouldn't complain about zero shirts, either, which is what he's got in mind as his hand travels over his stomach to the tuck of the towel—until Yamato confirms the opposite. Oh, well. ]

What do you think I'm wearing~? [ His voice is unabashedly teasing, with an audible smile and a playfulness that doesn't quite match the mood Yamato has been steadfastly trying to create. So he doesn't let the question linger any longer than it needs to before a quiet, shy follow-up— ]

Just a towel. For now. [ His fingers are still poised around it, almost unready to untuck it, as if it's some point of no return. This kind of thing with Yamato is still fresh, and he's still learning to navigate it along with his feelings and urges. He sort of wishes he'd asked to come over, but that can't be helped now. Maybe next time. ]

You want me to take it off?

[tsunomon]

[ There's the sound of his mouth opening and closing, resolutely--as though he's ready to start, immediately, into an argument, urged on by that teasing little lilt in Taichi's voice. But that would ruin everything, and luckily, Taichi seems to think the same thing; so he waits, quietly, lets out a soft breath of approval or interest or something similar, and lets the image of Taichi, wet and warm and lounged out on his bed, infiltrate through his imagination.

He shrugs a little, before he realizes it's not like Taichi can see him. So he laughs, soft and quiet-- ]

Yes. Take it off. [ It's not as commanding as it sounds, tinged with just the faintest hint of worry, like maybe Taichi will tell him he's just joking, not willing to do it at all. ]

...And I'll take something off too. If you want.