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"You like taking care of me? Or do you just like the way I sound when I'm in control?"
Will choked on a gulp, his face burning. He looked down at his lap, the friction of his sweatpants suddenly feeling very prominent.
"I uhm- I don't know what you're talking about."
"Liar," Mike whispered.
Through the headset, Will could hear Mike’s breathing and it was heavy, matched perfectly to his own.
"No-Jus-"
"I can hear how you're breathing, Will. Why don't you put the controller down for a second and tell me what you're thinking about?"
Will was frozen from being way too flustered.
"I asked you a question, Will,"
"What are you thinking about right now?"
Will couldn't speak - he felt small, seen, exposed and completely undone.
"Nothing?" Mike prompted, a knowing chuckle vibrating through the line.
"You’re so quiet. But I can practically hear your heartbeat through the mic, I swear to God… you like it, don't you? You like hearing me like this. You liked those sounds I was making."
"I'm listening to you-"
"You're worked up, aren't you?"
Mike wasn't going to stop, he wasn't going to let up and change the subject, Will’s eyes drifted shut. He tried to shake the hardness of himself off but with no use. He swallowed hard, and nodded reflexively before remembering Mike couldn't see him.
"I need to hear it,"
"Yes," Will finally choked out, the word barely a thread of sound.
"Yes, Mike."
"Good. That’s what I wanted to hear,"
The approval hit Will like a physical wave.
"Now, I know you're alone. I know you've got that big bed all to yourself. Get comfortable - grab one of those pillows. - put it between your legs,"
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