Sexting and phone sex

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the phone sex +
sexting meme

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[drawl]

Beyond sucking you dry?
I'd make you pay for still fucking with me
When will you realize I'm not a toy, that I can fucking hurt you?

[ It's a weird feeling being wounded and turned on by the same person. He can't stand Billy, can't stand being without him. Finn wishes he was there with his every sense under Billy's cruel reign, powerless to his influence. But always so desperate for it. ]

Wanna make you squirm after you're all spent
Wanna make you beg me to stop
It'd be funny to hear you beg me, Billy.

I'd kinda laugh in your face
Then kiss it
Maybe have my turn in fucking it

[ He laughs now, head lolling atop of a bus bench for a moment as he works at himself, utterly titillated by the fantasy. ]

Oops
You probably don't like that, do you?
lmao!

[otherbitches]

[ He really can't get this from anyone else; no one else talks to him like Finn does. Filthy and domineering and harsh. He gives back whatever Billy throws at him; one of these days it might kill Billy. Or Billy will break Finn, like a toy.

His hand is flying over his dick, eyes still watching the texts come in, can hear everything in Finn's drawl. ]

dont know if u could get me begging

[ As if Billy's texts weren't their own form of begging. Then come in the rest of Finn's texts, and Billy squeezes the base of his dick to keep himself from coming, balls tense and aching, thoughts ricocheting. ]

uhhh

[ He hasn't told Finn he's thought about it, has hardly admitted to himself that he's thought about it. He thinks back to the picture, Finn's pretty dick. Could be wet from Billy's spit, more than some spat into his hand while jerking them off. In real life, he bites his lip, runs his tongue over his teeth. What would it feel like? He's still drunk, now hard and aching; he lets his guard down. ]

send me antoher pic
u wanna fuck my face that bad?

[drawl]

[ Finn's happy to oblige. Another image comes, dick still bathed in an icy glow but now more visible with Finn's fingers unfurled to show the entirety of it. It's wetter since he's been dripping with precum, too. It always happens so fast when Billy's involved. ]

Yeah I do
Not leaving this shithole until it happens.

Really wanna mess you up
Wanna see your lips all red and wet
Wanna make you cry
You'd look so beautiful wrecked I just know it

[ Then his texts suddenly stop because he's trying to keep himself from coming. Not yet. Not yet. He clenches his jaws, picks his phone back up, lets out a stabilizing breath. ]

Think you can take all of it?
No way you can like I can lol
You'd choke up
And that'd be kinda funny too, wouldn't it?

[otherbitches]

[ That's a strange thing to think about with his hand curling around his dick. Finn leaving, grabbing his little pack of shit and getting the fuck out of here. The future is murky to Billy, knows eventually the money he's squirreling away will mean something. Kind of forgot that Finn would leave. He shouldn't say anything about it, pretend the thought hasn't dug in. ]

maybe wont do it
jsut keep u here waiting for it

[ It's a mistake, but he manages to stop thinking about it, about Finn leaving, because he's groaning, biting his lip to keep from getting too loud hidden behind his four walls. It's crazy, because Finn says it, and it feels impossible, feels impossible that he'd do any of those things. But it also crawls through him, sparking up a fire in his gut. Being at Finn's mercy, letting him do all of that, being so full of him he can barely breath. ]

bet i can
how hards it if youre so good at it? [ But he can't deny that he's so hungry for it, so hungry to come for Finn. ]
wanna make you cum
think you can hold me odwn?
you know i can take it
go as hard as u want

[drawl]

You'd like that wouldn't you
To keep me here

[ Truthfully, Finn can wait indefinitely. Billy's a little shit, but he's worth it. Even though Finn waffles between tolerance and intolerance, he always goes right back to liking Billy. A lot. Maybe too much. ]

lol you'll see.
When I'm railing your pretty little head
And your jaws are on fire and you're practically leaking from every hole in your face
You can hardly spare a breath to moan but you wanna cause I'm moaning and it riles you up

[ And he is, with his ass teetering on the edge of the school bus bench, hips rocking into his hand. ]

That's what itll take
To hear you, to feel you so completely
That every nerve’s firing off for you
And because of you

[ He imagines how Billy would sound while groaning around his dick with a voice that so rarely shifts from that sensual croon. And just as his texts suggest, he comes from it in a back-arching finale that quite literally floors him. There's a spurt of senseless letters that go through as he uselessly clutches his phone on the way down. ]

Haja shwiff

[ Still taken by the aftermath, acceptance of his new position on the floor comes easily. His head tips back where his ass used to be, and with his eyes closed for the moment he doesn't even notice the last text he sent. ]

[otherbitches]

[ That's maybe too much, too much stimulus even though Finn is miles away. Each bubble of text arrives like crack of lightning, and there's really no way he can survive this, pretend like it's not affecting him on an atomic level. His chest is tight, he's fighting to keep himself quiet, but the phantom pains race up and down him: an aching jaw, stolen breath, maybe he would — maybe Finn could crumble him down into dust.

And he probably wouldn't shut up, ever, a constant little chorus as his hands wrench in Billy's hair, making him take it, until he can't, and then a little more, just because. With a pained moaned, Billy comes, hard, mouth open, panting, maybe ready for something. It's a roughly delivered milking, his cock eager to spend itself, to deliver for Finn.

He wasn't in any state to be texting during that, hasn't been good-to-text all night really, but when he props the phone up again, he laughs, a little deranged. Haja shwiff. ]

hhahahaha

[ A photo comes; Billy's hand in dim light, covered in come.

Then comes another, half a portrait, no eyes, no brows, but his come-covered finger raised toward his mouth. ]

[drawl]

[ The laugh's the first thing Finn sees. It baffles him, and heats up his cheeks with the first sparks of embarrassment until he sees the last text he sent. Oh. He has a wild laugh at it himself. Then the pictures... come. A pretty mouth, a job well done, all teasing for a taste. Fuck. It makes his balls ache terribly.

So, he sends a picture in return: a glazed middle finger, a tongue captured in mid-lap, the upturned corners of a mouth frozen in a grin. ]

Cheers. ❤
G'night, sweetheart.