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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?

I came all over my legs, he didn't even pause. Like all I was was a hole to fuck.

( he hums out a little interested noise, not quite a moan but something suggestive enough. tucking a hand into his underwear and just palming loosely for now. )

I wish you'd come on my face. You could've done it, rub all that mess onto my lips and called me a good slut.

So you like being called a slut?

[Tate asks with a sudden interest, like that - also helps, because it does. The more Tate gets into things, the more focused he is on getting off the darker his mind tends to go. The filthier the wanderings, the more lewd the content. 'Like all I was was a hole to fuck' also feeds into that, and he groans again. His hand moves faster, he writhes on the sheets and he's getting there. Really close.]

I'm going to come on you - you next time. All over your... fucking face.

[Breathy, breathy, nearly. Nearly there.]

Yeah, call me a slut.

( he grins into the device, pressed against his cheek. his other hand still grinds down flat against his dick, but it's half committed at best. he's so much more dedicated to every sound he's getting out of tate's mouth, the fact that he can hear his hand on every down stroke. )

Come on my face. Please. I'm waiting for you. I want you to hold my mouth open and come all over me anyway. Come on, please.

[Eyes shut tight and the world around him blotted out, Tate can just barely convince himself into pretending this is what's happening right in front of him. Nick's voice is in his ear, pleading with him to come, and that's a pretty image to paint in his head. Tate's hand moves quick and he fucks up and into it, working harder to swivel his palm and fall into that fantasy of blowing his load across Nick's flushed face. To paint him with a splatter of cum, and watch it slide down his cheeks.]

Fuck - fuck, ff-

[And that's it, Tate moans louder still; the words he's cursing beneath his breath are lost as his body tenses, seizing up as his shoots his load up and paints himself in turn. His breathing stays shallow and hurried and there's a long stretch of silence, his voice a rumble at the back of his throat as he pumps a few times still to milk out the last drops from the head of his cock.]

Jesus Christ.

( nick laughs, breathless like he's the one who's just come. he ends up on his back, device jammed between his shoulder and his ear as he contemplates whether or not he wants to commit to jerking off right now. he could he's hard, he wants to.

but also that was pretty great, in and of itself, no hand down his pants necessary. he listens for the last noises coming from tate, the gasps as he tries to catch his breath again. )

Was that good?

( it's...maybe something of a stupid question, but he wants to hear tate say it anyway. )

[Tate needs another few breaths to really wind down before he's blinking back into the reality around him; the cool air of the treehouse, the empty space and the knowledge that he's alone. Nothing awful, really, but he just lets his head loll back and takes a moment to listen to Nick's voice before he can fathom a response. Was that good? He laughs.]

Yeah it was, you filthy fucking slut.

[He says that with a surprising amount of affection. An audible smile, too.]

Are you... ?

Yeah, I am.

( said like it's a source of pride for him — because it kind of is. maybe filthy fucking slut might be an insult somewhere, but right now, from tate, it might as well be a compliment of the highest order. )

Maybe. ( he wraps his fingers around his cock a little more firmly, gives a few testing strokes. yeah, he could definitely get off. ) Are you going to tell me something? Spin a little fantasy for me to moan in your ear over?

That what you want?

[Tate makes a soft mmmh noise, turning over onto his side - propping his head up on his palm, elbow down against the mattress. He takes a moment to look down at himself, the mess he's going to clean up, but then keeps his hand loosely around his cock as it softens. Now it's his turn to the be the slutty voice on the phone, it seems.]

Do you want to hear what I'd do to you if you were here? If I could get my hands back on that slutty throat of yours.

Yeah.

( the answer comes out a little rushed, and just as quickly nick works to get his underwear off. jammed around mid thigh will do fine, at least they're out of the way, and then he picks the device back up so that it's not wedged against his face. he's been interested for a while, but now that he's actually trying it doesn't take long for him to get rock hard in his palm. )

What would you do to me? If you could do anything, what would you do right now?

First, I'd make sure you were flat on your back. I'd... force your legs apart, and get between them.

[He doesn't hesitate to put the force in this fantasy that he wants to be there, all things still considered. He closes his eyes and it's kind of funny, talking like this now that he's in the afterglow instead of the heat of things. He's still committed, but it just - isn't doing much for him except enhancing those little ripples of pleasure that he's settled into. He's got to talk some filth to Nick next time while his dick's still hard and wanting, he'd probably be even cruder.]

I'd hike your knees to your chest and fuck you hard. Making you beg for it the whole time.

( it's easier to get into it, now that he's not so caught up on tate, listening to his reactions, focusing on what he's saying. nick picks up the pace of his hand, strokes himself a little faster. moans loud enough to be heard over the speaker, only partially for show. )

Yeah- and if I made you work for it? How would you make me beg?

You wouldn't make me do anything.

[Tate laughs - like this is the fun part, being cocky about his ability to take the control in this situation. How he'd be the one calling the shots, and Nick might think that he's able to hold out but Tate would be the one driving into him quite literally, forcing his hand. He breathes in deep, and smiles to himself.]

I'd hold you down, fucking into hard - dry to start, with spit if you're good. I'd keep you down with a hand on your chest, and if you're not loud the way I want you to be? Mmm...

[What to do.]

I'd take that as a sign you want to be quiet, so I'd put my hands around your throat and squeeze until you come.

Jesus, yeah, okay—

( nick's voice hitch around the words and the device slips for a moment as he throws his head back. it's his turn to fumble for it one-handed now, and he blindly presses a few buttons before he finds the one that switches on the speaker. like that it's much easier to hear the slap of skin as he jerks himself off faster, as tate keeps talking. it's much easier to hear the dragged out whine in the back of his throat, when tate talks about his hands around nick's throat. )

I want— you to choke me, like you did, again. It was...so fucking hot.

[Tate does another little back of the throat laugh, pleased by the way he can hear Nick better now - he likes the reverse of this more than he thought, all things considered. He's not sure why he's surprised because he's always had a thing for pleasing the people he likes, to whatever extents that they need to be pleased. He sits up a bit, still leaning on his elbows.]

I'd put my hands on either side of your throat. Soft, at first - stroking in before I splay my fingers. Pressing inward I'd squeeze, starting easy. But the more I fuck you and the more you moan, the more I squeeze until your last gasping breath is gone. Then - nothing, you'd fight to breathe again as I make you blow your load. Even if I have to get you to pass out to do it.

( he's tempted to wrap his own fingers around his throat and squeeze a little, but it's really not the same. nick hikes up a leg and presses a dry finger to his hole, and that's not the same either but he's not trying to fuck himself. )

Fuck— fuck, ( he groans, louder than he plans to. he's all but fucking up into his fist now, fast, tight thrusts designed to get him off as quickly as possible. ) Would you keep going? Are you going to choke me until I pass out and fuck me until you come too?

I'd choke the ever loving shit out of you, and I wouldn't stop until I came, yeah.

[There's a teeth-gritting emphasis there, confirmation of a darker fantasy; one that borders on probably not a great thing for them but who would they be if not teens making bad decisions at every open turn.]

You'd black out and I'd keep using you until I blow my load, and then some. Watching that light start to drain out of your eyes - that'd be what does it for me. Makes me come so deep into you it hurts.

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