His eyes are squinted half shut, freckled cheeks ruddy as his breath puffs out of him, harshly carried over the phone’s speaker to tickle your eardrums. You love watching him like this, even when he calls you at four in the morning with his hand already down his pants, wrapped tight around his cock while he strokes it and pleads with you a little to wake and help him out. He’s halfway across the world and you’ve little idea what time it is for him except for daylight to your darkness.
"Oh, fuck," he whines, and you watch his head tip back, adam’s apple bobbing along the line of his throat.
You make sure to slurp extra loudly around your fingertips, still pumping the two digits in and out of your mouth at his command. It’s not quite the same, he’s told you, as having your lips dark and stretched around him, but it does in a pinch. And he’d been so desperate for you when he called this morning that you’d simply asked him what he needed and gone about it.
His head jerks back up as he realizes he isn’t looking at you anymore, and you slip your fingers out of your mouth, batting your eyelashes at him and whispering, “Let me see it, baby.”
Niall’s breath stutters out of him and the phone shakes, but he turns it down so you can see his dick, thick and flushed and hard, jutting out the waist of his white cotton underwear. It’s slick and shiny with precum, the liquid still dribbling from the tip. While you watch, it gives a hard twitch and Niall wraps his fist around it again like he’s got to wrangle it under control.
You make a sound low in your throat, almost purring for him, before breathing out, “Wish I could really suck on it for you, honey, I’d clean you all up and take real good care of you.”
Off screen you hear him lament, “Yeh, know you would. Wish you were here too…” He starts to stroke himself again, spreading more of the wetness along the rigid length, his breathing growing sharper. You’ve been at it long enough this morning that you know he won’t last very much longer.
When his hand falters, you simper, “No, no, don’t stop, Niall. Do you want watch me again?”
The phone instantly flips up to where you can see his face again and this time his forehead is beaded with sweat, his face red with determination not to let go yet. ”Course I do,” he growls, but the only heat in it is his desire for you.
Grinning, you oblige him, parting your lips again to slip your middle and forefinger into your mouth. His breath skitters out of him as he watches and you drag the digits along your tongue, pushing them to the back of your mouth until you’re gagging softly and squeezing your eyes shut.
"Add anudder finger," he groans, and you can hear the sound of his hand on his cock, a soft slapping in the background. Niall’s hunched over the phone when you open your eyes and mumble around your fingers.
"Another one?"
His brows knit up and the sound of him jacking off falters again, “Yeah, one more. C’mon, me dick’s bigger than that, I know you can do it.”
You snort, but you look him dead in the eyes as you do as he says and the sound that leaves him is deep and rumbling.
"Yeah, now dat looks more like it, fuck, you’re so much better than my hand, babe. If I could put my cock through this phone I’d fuck your pretty mouth for hours…" His words are broken up by strained sounds, his breathing jerking up and down as he tugs on himself.
When you know he’s too close to stave it off anymore, you lick off your fingers one by one, gathering the spit that’s pooled at the corners of you mouth with them and sucking it off the tips for his viewing pleasure.
"Fuck, oh, fucking hell!" The phone shakes and as you watch, he comes undone with a hoarse shout. It’s as beautiful as ever, watching him gasp, bowing over the phone as his eyes squeeze shut hard and mouth falling open while he fucks those last few times up into his hand. His grip on the phone stutters a time or two, giving you a glimpse of the come spurting from the tip of his cock, thick and white and running down the head and over his clenched fist.
You can’t deny the wetness and heat gathering at your center, your pussy practically aching to be filled by him again, at the sight of his orgasm. ”Fuck, Niall, you look so good, baby…”
He lets out a breathless laugh and slowly rights the phone until you’re looking into his flushed and panting face. His lips are bitten dark pink and swollen, sweat still trickling down either side of his face from his mussed hair and temples. You grin at him as he opens his mouth to speak.
"Now’s your turn, sweetheart, lemme watch you come fer me."
