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]

[ It's embarrassing, as his eyes focus up on the ceiling again, that he has this picture of exactly what Taichi is doing--there's the faint sound of a drawer opening, the creak of wood, and something that sounds like he's gotten something out of it, and his entire body goes hot, an imagination that kicks him into thoughts he hasn't even told Taichi about yet, things he wants to do that he's afraid to ask for; his breath catches, and he's stuck in it, in the way his arousal pulses almost in annoyance between his legs, still caught up in the fabric of his underwear. ]

Yeah. [ He finally finds it in himself to answer, swallowing down the faint twinge of yearning in his voice.] That's enough, isn't it?

[ His fingers dip deeper, delving beneath soft fabric and ghosting over the base of his own erection--he can't help it, he closes his palm around it, gives it a quick, placating squeeze. He wants to ask for about a thousand things that he can't, wants to close his eyes and open them again to Taichi there, to his mouth on his and a hand through his hair and the soothing way he always feels right at home with him, no matter where they are. ]

I just want you, stupid. Hurry up.

[koromon]

[ Of course there is a petulance part of Taichi that wants to say no, it isn't enough, but he's busy wrestling with the cap of his lotion, and Yamato is too quick to breeze past the comment and keep them moving. So instead, Taichi laughs, breathless and showing every bit of his sudden nervousness. Why is he nervous? It's not like they haven't done this before--together, in fact, with grips traded and mouths exploring. But that had been in Yamato's bed, and they'd still been wearing a few clothes that Taichi is decidedly missing now. He knows Yamato can't see him, but he can't help but wonder what Yamato looks like now...and if he's thinking the exact same thing.

But the moment bursts like a bubble with the pop of a cap, then, a few beats later, a small gasp. ]

Cold...

[ Despite that, the glide of his hand is a welcome relief, and he grips tightly as he pumps a few times to help warm the lotion up, eliciting another, softer breath. ]

You remember when I was over a couple weeks ago? And I said I wanted to ask you something, but then your dad came home?

[tsunomon]

[ It's sort of silly, because Taichi breathes out the word--cold--and his own body reacts in kind, a little shiver that goes down his shoulders and along his spine and bursts into a sudden heat, in his stomach; and Taichi's getting ahead of him already, enough that he can tell by the softer pant of his breath and the quiet sounds around him.

Lips pushing together, as though not to be outdone, he drags his own fingers out from beneath his underwear, fumbles pointedly for his pillows and the bottle stashed underneath, and is so busy getting a bit of the cool liquid onto his hand that he nearly misses the question. ]

Yeah...

[ There's a hint of playful annoyance in his voice, as his hands work, tugging down his underwear at the same time his other palm smooths over the length of himself with a breathy sigh, hooking slick fingers around his length. ]

If it's something school-related or even...digital world-related, it can wait, you know.