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Seaborn: Why do I have to ask?
Ktytor: I’m not sending unsolicited dick pics. That’s not sexy.
He’s got me there.
Seaborn: I want to see your dick.
I surprised myself on how true it is as I type it.
Another red picture icon appears. I click it, and it’s not just a picture but a video of him stroking his half-hard cock.
Fuck. Mine’s hardening.
I save the message in the chat, knowing how much it will feed his ego, but I want to be able to look at it later.
Ktytor: I saw that.
Seaborn: You were meant to.
Seaborn: why aren’t you fully hard?
Ktytor: You haven’t made me yet.
Smooth motherfucker.
I grip myself through my sweats and snap a pic, then send it before I can think about it. He saves it in the chat and my chest sparks with happiness. I don’t even know what I’m feeling, but I like it. I can’t help but smile, waiting for what he says.
Ktytor: I want to see you.
I bite my lip and snap a selfie with a half smirk since chicks fucking love when I do that on insta.
Seaborn: Like this?
Ktytor: Sure, now I’m imagining my cock between those pretty full lips of yours.
Seaborn: Did that make you fully hard?
Ktytor: Yes.
Seaborn: Let me see.
Ktytor: Show me first.
I exhale sharply. I’ve never sent a dick pic, and I’m not sure how to even take a good one. I unzip my jeans and stand in front of my full-length mirror, opening the camera. I watch myself through the app, trying to see what looks good. I hesitate, then pull up my shirt, tucking it under my chin so he can see my abs too. Then I record a few seconds of stroking my cock and send it without watching it back.
I hold my breath and wait.
Ktytor: Christ. You have no right to be that sexy.
I exhale in relief.
He watches the video again, then saves it, and I smile, chest getting warmer.
Seaborn: Let me see you.
He sends me a longer video, laid out on his bed. He’s stroking languidly, taking his time.
My mouth waters, and I save it and then watch again.
