The Phone Sex Meme

[socktacular]

THE PHONE SEX MEME

"I just called to say I love you. Now, tell me what you're wearing."

You're in the mood and that special someone is a city/state/country away and you still feel like scratching that itch. Why not call them and see if they're up to a little dirty talk via the telephone.

Rules

Post with the standard Character/Fandom/Preferences.

Use RNG to choose, or just pick a favorite.

The person tagging in is the one calling up a certain someone and picking from the scenarios below.

Enjoy and remember to tag around.

Prompts:
1) "It's been so long." - You haven't heard from your special someone in too long, and you're missing them like crazy. Since you can't have them in person, why not try to rile them up long distance?

2) "I know you're at work, but..." - You're feeling a little extra naughty today. Why not call up your honey and see if you can relieve the boredom of another day at the office by sneaking in a quick little fap-worthy phone call.

3) "For a wrong number, you sure sound sexy." - You were in the mood and your eager fingers might have slipped on a digit or two. But hey, the other person sounds hot. Want to see where it goes?

4) "I don't care if your mom's in the next room. Take off your pants." - One of you had family obligations that took you away for a while, but you still have needs. Think you can manage to satisfy yourself and your partner while making sure your family members don't hear you? Or pick up the other line?

5) "Is this 1-800-KWIK-FUK?" - You're desperate enough to resort to calling a sex line. Question is, who's your call getting directed to?

6) "Anything goes." - Wildcard option. Want to play something that isn't here? Or maybe a mix of the above? Go for it.

Comments

[manofiron]

[ He feels so many conflicting things, torn in too many directions. He wants to lean back and close his eyes, let the sensations provoked by Bruce’s mouth wash over him and carry him away. But he wants to stay like this, too. He wants to watch, he wants to see Bruce, Bruce Banner, take his cock into his mouth. He wants to see the mouth he’s been fantasizing about and now will undoubtedly be dreaming out moving over his skin.

Each breath he takes is ragged, a little too fast. His pulse is a loud, racing beat in his ears. And he can’t keep his hands to himself. One stays in Bruce’s hair, threading through the curly strands, scratching fingernails over his scalp, combing and stroking and trying his damnedest not to pull. The other follows the line of his throat, traces the ridge of his shoulder, slides over his back. ]

My god, where’d you learn to do this? No, don’t answer that. Talk later. Not right now. Just keep—Keep doing that. Unless, if you want me to wait, then you might want to stop soon. Soon. Not like right now. You don't have to stop right now unless you want to.

[ He couldn't seem to stop talking, either. ]

[greenisnteasy]

[Where'd he learn this? Mostly from observation over the years, and observation vs. the field doesn't always match up. He's still nervous, but he's managing that by going slowly, and also he's thoroughly distracted from any idea that he might be doing a terrible job because of how Tony seems to have turned everything about him way up. While he likes Tony's hands everywhere, he likes that stream of near-nonsense even more; he realizes that probably makes him weird, but oh well. He's accepted he just likes listening to Tony talk.

He hums instead of pulling off to laugh, as now probably isn't the time, and not when he's making progress here, taking more and more of him in. He has to stop once Tony brushes the back of his throat, but he stops there and sucks, his cheeks hollowing out, and then he slowly starts pulling back, slow enough that he can keep the pull up along the way.]