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Val has absolutely no interest in answering his phone right now, even if it's important. Whoever the Hell is calling can wait until he's done with the handsome stranger in his bed, even if that means waiting until morning. Or later. He'd much rather obey Lucky, or whatever fake name he'd given and face the consequences of ignoring an important call, than the other way around.
But the phone rings again, and again, and Val loses the delight of Lucky's hand on his cock and his tongue on his piercing. And then the man answers his fucking phone. Fuck. Val takes his phone from him, hardly even realizing that it's on speaker.
"Hey, Doc- ah," a soft groan escapes him as Lucky's tongue flicks over that piercing and his cock twitches in interest, "what's up?"
He's trying, fucking desperately, to sound casual, like nothing at all is going on, even as he threads the fingers of his free hand in Lucky's hair.