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“I didn’t even touch your dick. I just fucked you with my fingers, stretching you wide. That’s what I’d do if you were here. Fuck you with nothing but my fingers and watch you fall apart. Watch the way your face flushes, and your chest, and how you try to keep your eyes open but can’t and they flutter closed and your mouth gets all wet from your tongue and I’ll have to kiss you, pressing in deep.”
“Fuck, Dominic. Fuck, please.”
“What do you want, Flor? Do you want me to touch your dick? Is that what you’re doing now?” Dominic asked, jerking his own cock quickly, feeling the pressure mount.
“Yes, yes, please, fuck, please.”
“Touch your hole for me, Flor. I want you to feel me there too.”
The noise that came through the phone changed as it was put on speakerphone. Dominic could hear Flor moan and it lit him up from one end to another.
“Fuck yourself with one finger. You can take that dry, can’t you? Go slow.”
“I can’t go slow, I can’t—”
“Go slow.”
“Fuck. Fuck.”
Dominic closed his eyes, listening. His own hand slowed too, the sound and imagined sight of Flor already having him close to the edge.
“Dominic, please.”
“Do you want me to fuck you? Is that what you want?”
“Fuck. Fuck, yes, fuck.”
“Do you want to come?”
“Yes, please, Dominic.”
“Come for me, then,” Dominic said, speeding up his hand, wet from his own precome, the shiny, exposed head appearing and disappearing from his fingers. “I want to hear you come.”
“God,fuck!”
It just took a few more seconds, and then Dominic heard Flor let out a strained moan as he undoubtedly came. The sound shook through the line, feeding the fire inside Dominic until he was following close behind.
Dominic came all over his hand, the shirt on his chest, staining the sweatpants he’d lowered just enough to get a hand on himself. The sweeping pleasure of it made Dominic’s toes curl on the floor until it receded slowly, and Dominic slumped on the couch, his spent cock resting wetly on his half-clothed thigh.
He listened to Flor pant on the other end of the line until the breaths levelled out and quieted. He could tell when he was taken off speakerphone, pressed once again to Flor’s ear.
“Jesus Christ,” Flor said. “We’re doing that more often.”
Dominic smiled, wiping his hand on his pants and tucking himself back inside.
There were a few beats of warm, comfortable silence before Dominic heard Flor sigh softly on the other end of the line.
“You really miss me, then?” Flor asked, voice too soft to come across as a joke.
“Yeah, Flor. I really fucking miss you,” Dominic said, but it was okay.
It was just a side effect of having Flor.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
On Flor’s last spring break, Dominic volunteered to pick Flor up from the airport instead of being asked by a busy Cat. Flor ran towards him the moment he spotted Dominic, jumping up and winding his legs around Dominic’s middle. Dominic caught him easily, tipping his head back to return Flor’s eager kiss.
“I’ve always wanted to do that in an airport,” Flor grinned, peppering Dominic’s face with kisses before hugging him. Dominic squeezed back just as tightly.
