Page 86 of Rat Park
Dominic
If they aren’t pulling their weight, yes. They’re stressing you out.
Flor
meh its fine itll be over soon
Dominic
You need me to go over there and beat them up?
Flor
lol
yes please come over but just to give me kisses i miss you
Dominic
I miss you too
Dominic startled slightly as his phone started ringing in his hands.
“You miss me?” Flor’s voice said as soon as Dominic picked up.
“Yes,” Dominic replied, refusing to be put on the spot. He could practically hear Flor’s smile as Dominic lowered the volume of the TV before sitting back on the couch.
“Hmm…howmuchdo you miss me? Say, in…inches?” Flor drawled cheekily.
Dominic snorted, shaking his head. “Don’t you have work to do?”
“Nope. I’m all yours. Question is, what are you gonna do with me? What would you do if I were there?” Flor said, attempting a sultry tone, which just made Dominic snort again.
“Really? You’re pulling that line on me?”
“Yes! Now tell me what you’d do if I were there!” Flor ordered.
Dominic chewed on his smile, tilting his head back against the couch and closing his eyes. What would he do, if Flor were here?
“Remember the time in summer when it rained all day and we stayed inside? And you were here on my couch, your knees to your chest, bent in half?”
Flor made a small noise, and Dominic could hear him shifting, the sound of rustling through the line.
“And I had my fingers inside you. You took them so well. I fucked you with two until you were begging for more.”
“Yeah,” Flor said, a grunt. Dominic pressed the palm of his hand against the hardening length inside his sweatpants.
“You were squirming and pulling at me, but I wouldn’t give you more until you were desperate. You wanted more, didn’t you? Wanted to feel full.”
“Yeah. Yeah.”
“I slipped three fingers inside you, and you took them right in. I couldn’t stop looking at you. You’re beautiful all the time, but when you’re like that…”
Dominic pushed down his sweatpants and underwear clumsily with one hand until his cock sprang free, his other hand still pressing the phone to his ear. He wrapped his hand around his length and pulled slowly, remembering that sight, how Flor had looked speared on his fingers, moving his body in time with the thrusts.
“But you still wanted more, didn’t you? It wasn’t enough. And when I pushed four fingers in. God, the sounds you made.”
Flor made a sound now, a low moan as he imagined it too, what it must have felt like to have four of Dominic’s fingers deep inside, moving against his walls, pressing against his prostate and lighting him up.
