It’s Not Phone Sex, It’s a Reward
If the title isn’t enough of a giveaway then I don’t know what is. I just had to write something thanks to the K-movie Whatcha Wearin’? that i watched last night. It’s kind of based around a similar theme. (I haven’t written something this explicit in a while…at least it feels that way, hope ya enjoy!)
Kibum glances at the clock on the wall and with a pleased sigh, he flomps back onto the bed and dials his boyfriends number who was still at work. Jonghyun liked working the late hours, he was overseer of pretty much everything at the company—he wasn’t exactly boss but if he kept this going he would be. So Kibum thought he deserved a reward for all his hard-work, staying that late must get stressful and Jonghyun may not admit it, but Kibum can tell that he misses the sex. Whenever he comes home around one AM, his hair is still in place but there’s dark circles under his eyes and his tie is slightly crooked, but he still has this look in his eyes, but not wanting to wake Kibum, he slinks off into the bathroom and takes a long shower.
The phone rings three times before Jonghyun answers. “Kibum? You’re still not asleep?”
“I’m waiting on you.” Jonghyun chuckles kindly. “You don’t have to, get some rest.”
“But I can’t.” Jonghyun quirks a brow, leaning forward on his office desk, a serious look in his eyes. “Are you not feeling well? Do you want me to come home?”
“No, no, you stay there and just listen.” Kibum lowers his voice to a whisper, popping the buttons on his shirt. “I miss you.” He murmurs, placing a hand to his bare chest and moving his fingers in small circles. “Kibum…” Jonghyun was beginning to catch on. “I’m laying across the bed, touching myself while thinking of you.” He bites his bottom lip, his breath coming out uneven. “I’m touching my nipples…” his finger caresses the stub of his nipple and he takes in a sharp breath. “Jonghyun,” Jonghyun’s grip on the phone tightens and he looks around to make sure no one else was watching. The building was dark all except for his office. With a relieved sigh, he leans back in his seat, his legs spreading. “What else…tell me more, Kibum.” He says in a low voice, so Kibum does. “My finger’s moving in slow circles, like you always do,” his back arches up and he shivers. “Aaah, Jonghyun, touch me.” Jonghyun grunts, holding his phone in one hand and unlooping his belt with the other. Kibum listens to the clinking sound with a smirk. “What are you wearing? Are you wearing that suit I love?” He asks and Jonghyun nods. “Yes, the one with the navy blue tie.” Kibum continues to stroke his hand across his chest, moving it slowly down. “Mm, that tie; you can tie my wrists together and do whatever you wish.” Jonghyun tugs his zipper down. “Oh yeah? Like what?” Kibum unbuttons the single button on his jeans and shoves his hand down his boxers. “Bite me.”
“Where?” Jonghyun asks, his voice heavy. “On my thighs.” Jonghyun groans. “Where else?” Kibum grips his hardening length and begins a slow pace up and down. “My nipples, you’d bite them with your teeth and pull them.”
“Do it. I want to hear you do it.” Jonghyun commands. Kibum puts the phone on speaker, placing it beside him and using his free hand to pinch his left nipple. “Ah—ah,” he stutters over his moans and Jonghyun frees his cock from his slacks. “Harder.” He demands and Kibum obeys with a slight yelp as he twists his nipple, his other hand still working at his shaft. Jonghyun grimaces in pleasure from the sound, his hand holding the phone was trembling. “It feels good Jonghyun,” Kibum moans dazedly, his finger releasing his nipple and going to pull his jeans the rest of the way down. “It does doesn’t it…” Jonghyun hums, his palm enclosing around his hard cock. “Tell me what you’re doing now.” He pants and Kibum shudders from the low tenor of his voice. “I’m stroking myself.”
“Yes…very.” Jonghyun laughs lightly, his eyebrows furrowing. “What else are you doing?”
“Thinking of how you’d kiss me.” Jonghyun begins to move his hand up and down lazily, his thumb pressing into his reddening tip. “And how would I do that?”
“You’d start from my neck…” Jonghyun groans because it had been so long. “And then you’d suck on my earlobe.” Jonghyun licks his lips. “Your tongue—goddamn your tongue—Jonghyun.” Kibum huffs and if Jonghyun listened closely he could hear the slapping sounds of Kibum’s hand hard at work on his length. “You—what are you doing, Jonghyun?” Kibum was beginning to lose his mind, his stroking pace increasing—faster and faster and that untouched place was beginning to ache. Jonghyun laughs. “You must know what it is I’m doing…”
“No, tell me…in detail.” Kibum decides to play dumb, wanting to give Jonghyun the best over the phone orgasm in all his 25 years of life. Jonghyun’s eyes flutter to a close. “I’m using my hand as a replacement for your mouth.” Kibum scoffs. “You want me to suck you off, don’t you?”
“Haha, your voice sounds so desperate.” Kibum says amusedly, Jonghyun shrugs off his jacket, sweat was beginning to accumulate on his neck. “I’ve been working and we haven’t had sex,”—he grunts—“In so long.”
“True…” Kibum flips onto his stomach, his knees and elbows sinking into the mattress as he pushes his ass up into the air. Jonghyun listens to the shuffling sounds and asks. “What are you doing, Bummie?” Kibum fumbles around for a bottle of lube, squirting a quarter sized dollop into his palm. Jonghyun listens intently, his stroking pace slowing as he tries to figure out what Kibum’s doing. “Bummie?”
“Jonghyun, tell me…” Kibum pushes his bangs out of his eyes and says lowly. “…how you’d make love to me.” Jonghyun’s eyes widen and a jolt of arousal shoots down his spine and he says quietly as though he were divulging some kind of top secret info. “I’d gingerly massage your ass.” So Kibum does as Jonghyun says he would do—he reaches back and cups his left cheek. “How would you do it?”
“Slowly of course—I’d get you to beg.” Jonghyun lets out a guttural moan, one that vibrates his entire throat. “And then I’d press my fingers into your hips.” Kibum bites his bottom lip, his eyes closing. “I’d tease you and lick down the dip of your back.” With his eyes closed Kibum could feel it all and Jonghyun’s velvety voice had him pushing back and imagining that the older was positioned behind him. Jonghyun’s grip around his length tightens. “Kibum,” he huffs, his gaze drooping to the stack of papers scattered across his desk. He had forgotten all about his work. “J-Jonghyun,”
“What is it, baby?” he questions gently, closing his eyes and seeing the needy look in Kibum’s eyes. “I’m slipping a finger in.” Jonghyun shivers. “Nngh, two…do two.” Jonghyun commands, so Kibum slips in two fingers and moans quietly, it wasn’t enough. “I need you.” He huffs and Jonghyun’s hips snap up. “Damn it, Kibum.”
“Jonghyun…aaah.” Kibum words began to break off into fragments; Jonghyun listens intently to the pants leaving his boyfriends lips and to the in and out squelch of his fingers. He needed to get home and now. “Kibum, fuck.” He grips his shaft tightly, going in rhythm to Kibum’s moans. His hips roll forward and he chants softly. “In and out, I’d go in and out of you.”
“Faster, faster Jonghyun.” Kibum pushes his fingers in deeper and he saw white. “Shit, there.” He hisses and Jonghyun strokes his cock faster and faster, leaning all the way back in his seat (almost falling out of it). Kibum’s voice had gone low and quiet as though he was muffling his moans. Jonghyun could see it, the image of Kibum with his teeth in his arm. “I’m almost, Jonghyun I’m going to cum.”
“Me…me too, let me hear you.” Jonghyun grunts, sweat glistening across his forehead. Kibum pulls the phone closer, his knees quaking as he imagined Jonghyun rocking in and out of him. “Jonghyun…mmm…”
“You’re so hot, Kibum.” Jonghyun huffs, the pleasure in his abdomen building up and he could hear that Kibum was close by the sharp intake of his breath and his staggered breathing, he wanted to see him. His cock aches, precum leaking from the tip and lubricating his hand—he’d have to wash up later. “Jonghyun, tell me…tell me to cum.” Kibum huffs, his cheeks flushed pink. Jonghyun listens for a few seconds longer before saying in a whisper. “Cum for me, baby.” Kibum pushes his fingers all the way in and his head whips back and he lets out a choked gasp. Jonghyun listens, his hips snapping up one last time as white ropes shot from him and onto his desk. His hand holding the phone was shaking and his chest was heaving up and down. Kibum collapses onto his stomach, turns the phone off of speaker and slides his fingers out of his ass. It takes a moment for them to regain their breaths, but once they do, Kibum asks. “Did you like it?” Jonghyun shoves his softening cock back into his pants and says. “I fucking loved it.” Kibum laughs. “Good,” he sighs. “I thought you might have needed to relive some stress; working all those extra hours.”
“Yeah,” Jonghyun smiles. “Thanks.”
“Not a problem at all.” Kibum’s voice was raspy from his orgasm but it now contained that bubbly enthusiasm Jonghyun had fallen in love with. “I’ll finish up these last few documents and head home.” Jonghyun looks to his desk and groans when he noticed the white cum on some of his papers. “Okay, I’ll be waiting.”
“Don’t stay up too late.” Jonghyun warns, Kibum sits up in the bed, looking at the crumpled bedsheets with disdain. “I have to clean up the mess I made.” He says somewhat promiscuously and Jonghyun jerks upright in his seat, trying to ignore the ache in his slacks. “Don’t do this to me again, Kibum.” He whines. “I won’t, I won’t but I may be waiting in the shower for you.” Jonghyun’s expression brightens. “I’m going to hang up now so I can finish this.” He says and Kibum laughs. “Okay, okay, I love you.”
“I love you too.” Jonghyun hangs up, staring at the phone in a daze before placing it down on his desk. He opens the desk drawer to his left, pulling out a small rectangular box. He flicks it open with his thumb, a silver ring reflecting in his brown eyes. This was where all his hard work had gone.