needy & sleepy sub!chris jerking off otp with you
there is a certain amount of thickness in the air as youāre sprawled on your bed with your phone laying flat on your chest, the microphone pointing towards your mouth.
chris has been away for work for quite a while now, you wonder how he does it, stay away so much and put all his heart to his work. you admire that about him even though you both donāt like staying away from each other for long.
the call stands still, thats what happens every few minutes. chrisās soft sighs and breaths are all that you can hear from the other line. he misses you, misses you too much.
so much that his throat is caught up. no goofy voices, no whistling, no accents. its all just caught up.
ābabyā he whispers. his voice gravelly in conform to the time of the night. you can hear the way his lips move against the pillow that he is laying face down on.
āmhmā is all you reply, hearing him let out a muffled groan.
ābabyā¦ā heās whining now, voice still low and whispery.
āchris?ā you whisper back and you heard it, the way he sucks in his breath immediately to the sound of your lowered voice.
ābabyā¦ā he calls out in a whisper again, just to hear you do it. say his name. that is all.
āchris..ā you know what youāre doing, you know what he wants.
ākeep saying itā he almost orders you to.
āchris..ā you whisper against the microphone, breathing out.
chris was down bad. the way your voice sounded, the way his name sounded out of your mouth. that was enough to get him going.
āma..ā chrisās body is now pressed down on the mattress, subconsciously seeking friction.
āmy baby..you miss me?ā your voice lowering with each word and chrisās breathing growing heavier.
āso..so muchā chris presses his eyes shut before rubbing against the mattress once more, choking up on a moan.
āi..i miss your face..miss your pretty, pretty face..ā chris could cry, but he kept his eyes shut. imagining your face.
āmiss your body..ā he continued, imagining you right there with him, on him, under him, all over him. he sucks his breath in harder, giving into the urge calling onto him.
āweāll see each other soon yeah?ā
ābut i wanna be with you now, need you nowā chrisās loud whine comes out muffled towards the end of his sentence when he puts his face directly into the pillow, his body still pressing down on the mattress.
āi miss you too chrisā you spoke, now silently listening to him breathe loudly into the phone.
ākeep talking..pleaseā you hear slight hitch in his voice along with the sound of the bedsheets shuffling.
āyeah? what do you want me to talk about ?ā you tease.
ājust..jusāwhatever..pleaseā
āwhats the first thing youāre gonna do when we see each other again?ā you ask
āi wanna kiss you..kiss ya all over..i wanna touch you..i miss touching you..ā chris answers in a heartbeat.
āare you face down on the bed chrissy?ā you ask
āyeah..yes i amā chris starts slowly grinding on the bed, listening to you question him.
āwhy donāt you turn aroundā
āokayā chris picks his phone up from the pillow from next to his head and turns around, now laying it down on his chest. he notices the wet patch on his sweats over the bulge thats screaming to free out of them.
āneed you..miss you..sābadā he whispers, hand on his covered cock now.
āhand in your pants yet?ā you ask
āgo ahead baby, remove themā
chris shuffles out of his sweats, pulling his underwear down just enough to let his cock spring onto his stomach, tip leaky and aching.
ābe a good boy and touch yourself fāme, yeah?ā
chris doesnāt even respond, the loud and wet noises along with the involuntary sounds leaving his mouth the very next second gave you the answer.
āwish it was your hand..i..ā chris chokes up on a moan, while you bite your lip on the other end of the call.
āoh fuck..ma..ā chris indicated you to speak.
āwhat? is my baby close already?ā
chris let out a loud whimper that gave you your answer yet again.
ācāmon chris you can do betterā you heard how the wet noises got louder and hastier, how he was trying so hard to savour it but couldnāt.
āma..māso..i canātā you hear the bed creaking between sounds that were created by chrisās mouth, he always gets tossy and turny. probably thrusting the air right now.
which he was. his torso rising up but his head still on the pillow, eyes shut and a deep frown on his face, fucking his hand and picturing its you on top of him.
āoh my god..fuck ma māgonnaāā a faint screech was let out by him but he was quick to bite his lips and stop it from becoming a problem for the rest of the guests staying on that floor.
chris gives his cock the last few deep and fast strokes before painting his stomach in cum with a groan that had his throat paining later.
you give him a few seconds to recover from the orgasm, hearing him sigh and catch his breath.
a/n: draft from last june. a tough one to write idk why. anyways. not proofread. english is not my first language. gonna nap.
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