Page 32 of Praise You

"Let me find something." The screen goes dark again before there's a flicker of light and Oliver comes back into view. "Okay, I don't have a stand or anything by my bed, so I had to come out to my couch. Is this okay? Can you see me?"

"It's perfect. I can see all of you, and I'm loving everything I'm seeing."

Oliver's head dips as a small grin flashes across his face. God, I love seeing the reaction he has to me and my praise. Just telling him how happy I am to see him has him flushing so brightly.

"Fuck, Oliver. I can't wait to see that blush in person." I say, my mind running wild with all the things I can't wait to do with him. He reacts so viscerally to me through the screen, I can't even imagine how well he would react to my actual touch. Just picturing his body responding to me, my caress. I never thought I would hate a screen as much as I do right now. If I could teleport and end up on his couch, I would do it.

"Ronan?" His soft voice cuts through my thoughts, my eyes drifting toward the screen to look at him.

"Sorry, I was just picturing all the wicked things I plan to do once I have my hands on you. I want to devour you, Oliver." I tell him, wanting him to know my thoughts are on him and always him.

"What kind of things?" He squirms in his seat, his nervousness showing so easily. I keep forgetting he's so innocent of a lot of sexual things and I need to make sure I'm slowing down and not rushing him.

"Just how much I want to touch you, to be able to see you in person. Soon. Fuck, Oliver, it has to be soon," I plead, not knowing how much longer I can keep my hands off him. Luckily, school ends in a couple weeks, but we haven't talked about anything that could happen after. I need to make sure we have that conversation. But after. First, I want to see him play with himself using his toy. "Let me see the toy, Freckles."

His hand reaches over to the side. He stills, and I wonder if he's actually going to show it to me or not.

"Okay, so I had ordered this online. I don't know if it's a good one or not, but it works."

The object in his hand comes into view, my dick throbbing against my shorts, knowing it's something he's used on himself before. He brings it closer to the camera, showing me what it looks like. The dildo looks to be a decent size, not too long, but definitely thick enough to feel when it's in you. This one is rainbow colored and looks like it has a silicone base.

"God, I bet that feels so good inside you, doesn't it?" I ask, smiling when he nods quickly. He fumbles with the dildo in his hand, not knowing what he should do with it. "Does it vibrate?" He shakes his head no so I continue. "One day I'll introduce you to one that vibrates, but for now, that one will do perfectly. Are you okay with using it in front of me?" I want to make sure he's comfortable and isn't doing something he doesn't want to do.

"If I didn't want to do it, I wouldn't have gotten it," he counters.

"Touché. I want you to lie down on the couch and get comfortable. You can toss the dildo to the side for right now, since you won't need it just yet. Grab your lube and drizzle some onto your fingers, and start working yourself open."

Oliver freezes, his eyes widening as he stares at the screen. He takes a deep breath before looking at me. "Can you get naked, too?"

"Hell yes, hold on." Jumping up, I shove my pants down my legs, then whip my shirt over and off my head. Once I'm completely naked, I get back onto my bed before jerking back up. "I'm going to grab my tripod so I can be hands free." I tell him as I toss my phone onto the bed and race to my closet. My hands shake and fumble their way through setting up the tripod, eager for what's about to happen next.

"Is everything okay?" Oliver's muffled voice comes through the speaker as I'm picking up my phone.

"All good. Just one more second." I place the phone onto the tripod, then lay back down. "Okay, relax for me. Close your eyes and listen to my voice. You can't be tense when you're trying to use a toy. Especially when you're not used to playing with one."

"Okay," he breathes out. His lube-covered fingers start stroking his cock, his other hand pulling on and caressing his balls.

"You're doing so good for me. Whenever you're ready, I want you to start trying to work yourself open. You can start with one finger or two, whichever is easier for you."

I watch as he starts opening himself. His shaky hands start with one finger but within no time at all, he's moved on to two fingers and he's scissoring himself open. It's the most beautiful thing I've seen. For someone who was so nervous when he started, there are no nerves now. All I see gracing his face is pleasure. Raw pleasure he’s giving himself. I work my own cock faster, loving the pants and whimpers that fall from Oliver's mouth. Fuck, he turns me on so much. The way he's taking control of his pleasure, it’s intoxicating.

"Do you think you could try the toy now?"

"Mm-hmm." He lifts the dildo up from the side and pours some lube all over it. "I think it might be easier if I bend over?"

"If that's easier for you."

My vision is dead set on Oliver as he gets onto his knees and leans forward. I watch as he reaches behind himself, lining the dildo up with his hole. His back arches slowly before his hand starts pushing the toy in. A whimper escapes his mouth and I have to grab hold of my dick and squeeze hard to stop myself from coming. His hand moves the dildo in and out before stopping.

"Are you okay?" I rasp, leaning toward the screen. Fuck this thing for being in my way.

"I'm fine. I'm giving myself a minute to get used to it. I don't do this every day." He chuckles, blowing out a long breath. Through the screen, I can see his body quiver and I ache to be touching him.

"Fuck, I would give anything to watch you do this every day," I admit, not caring how crazy I must sound to him.

"Let me..." His words cut off as his body arches up over the back of the couch. His ass lifts into the air as the dildo slides farther in. "God, this feels so good."

"Yesss," I rasp. "Fuck yourself, Freckles. Let me see how good you are at taking a toy. God, are you imagining it's me? Cause I sure as fuck am. I'm picturing you bent over your couch, me pounding into you, you moaning and whimpering every time I call you my good boy."

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