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yeah add it to the list

and no
idk that feels like it's too
idk on the nose?
i just idk
have an interest.

the daddy thing idk, seems more fun to joke around with
u talk moms and suddenly it's a bit weirder
blame fucking oedipus

who doesnt blame oedipus for ruining their kinks

if someone deadass called me daddy during sex i'd lose it tho i couldnt straight face w something like that
like idk
roleplay i don't think i could take it seriously

i know what im gonna say next time we're fuckin

dont u fucking dare im not joking ill lose my shit
unless banging while in hysterics is ur kink then be my guest

just u fuckin wait

its my birthday arent u supposed to be nice to me rn

welcome to adulthood

not everything's fun

plus fuck off u got nudes
go eat some cake

i dont have cake its the saddest birthday in the whole world
i do appreciate the nudes tho thank u i will j/o about it later if it makes u feel good abt urself

dude that sad
order some cake
u can do that right

and yea
that does make me happy :)

like why i dont wanna sit here and eat a cake by myself thats depressing af

😘 all the porn in the city and instead i look at urs, high compliments

talking 2 me is any better?

keep stroking my ego, ill stroke my dick while u do it

believe it or not talking to u is actually more interesting than wallowing abt my miserable excuse for a birthday

u should, and u should tell me about it
are u still in ur underwear

yeah
i was gonna jerk off again anyway so
talk dirty?

leave them on, touch yourself over them for now

what do u think about when u get off, do u reminisce or fantasise

bossy.

[But he's listening. Turns out, he likes bossy.]

idk
sometimes i just do it to clear my head
i think about situations, or how it'd feel to do stuff
fantasy over reminiscing i think

but sometimes there are good things 2 try and relive
rn its what itd feel like 2 get a good bj again

suck on your fingers. get them wet, then keep going. through the underwear still

i can work w that
i'd start slow w you. not even get ur dick out at first, but i still wanna get my mouth on it
u'd whinge about me being a tease but we both know ur into it

mm, alright

[There's a pause - where he's obeying, but then struggling to keep typing with his other hand.]

ah yea
keep giong

hang on

( don't ever let it be said that nick isn't full of good ideas, because a moment later he's calling tate instead. he doesn't bother with pre-amble when he picks up, just starts talking like they were already mid conversation. )

I'd wait, to get my mouth around you. I want you to really be desperate for it before I put your cock in my mouth. Do you think I could get you to beg?

[Tate has to - you know, fumble a little more in answering and figuring out the best way to do so. He ends up with his phone next to his head, the tinny sound of the speaker on because he's not about holding it to his ear. This way it picks up the sounds of him shifting on the sheets, his voice is low and distracted. He's got his hand still on his cock, and also doesn't bother with any unneeded convo.]

You could try.

[There's a smile in the sound of his voice, cocky as all get out. He breathes out hard.]

Mm, I do want that though. You give good head.

I think I could get a please out of you.

( it's good actually, on speaker. better, with the sounds in the background, the shifting around he wouldn't be able to hear. nick presses the phone to his ear and wonders if tate really has been following nick's instructions. )

Do you remember what it felt like, fucking into the back of my throat? Pull your underwear down. Stroke yourself, slow. Do you know how hot that was?

Hmmmh.

[He's trying now, to remember. To put that picture in the forefront of his mind, thinking of Nick in his gag with spit running down his chin - so eager, so hot around his dick. He swallows hard, really trying to hone in on that image and fantasize about it. Following instruction, he shifts audibly again; boxers down his thigh and his hand between his legs, stroking his cock in gentle pumps from the base to the tip and back again.]

You were hot too. E-Eager, and I ah, I liked that.

I figured I was probably going to be into it, but I didn't think that much. It was...really good.

( he hasn't decided if he wants to get off as well, or if he just wants to make this about tate. he has a hand at his waistband, but mostly he's just focused on what he's saying, how he's saying it. )

I want to do that again, without the gag. I want to feel my lips around your cock when I'm choking on it. Spit in your hand, you can speed up.

[Tate grunts a bit, turning his head to the side and spitting into his palm as instructed - it's crude but in a way that's hot, his hand slipping back down the length of his cock to start stroking faster. Thinking about Nick's mouth, the heat he can't mimic here but can imagine instead. Thinking about the wetness, the way he felt when he pulled him right against him. He moans, soft but drawn out.]

F-Fuck. Tell me more - did you suck more dicks like that? Before or after me?

[Give him some filthy fantasy. Truthful or not.]

Both.

( there's a heady kind of power that comes with hearing tate moan down the line, enough that nick closes his eyes and listens to the sounds ringing out of that tinny speaker. )

There was someone, after my post. Remember that? Just held onto the back of my head and fucked until I was gagging. Do you think you could come, just from choking on a dick? Cause I know I can.

[Normally Tate'd say he doesn't like hearing about the people he's intimate with screwing other people, for the sake of being a jealous little tool. But this is somehow different, when talking about punishments and while his hand is on his cock - rapidly jerking himself off now, making his breaths short and rapid while he's at it. Thinking about Nick getting used, thinking filth and somewhat derogatory things about him in that state...

Ah, it's scratching the nasty itch. Tate moans again, louder this time, less restrained.]

A-And?

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