Bath & Phone sex

"Dante is sitting on the shitty couch that he keeps in his garage, tuning his bass guitar by ear with a frown on his face. Dante thought that getting back in touch with Brodiger and becoming close friends again wouldn’t cause him so much grief- but every time he’s around Brodiger his mind ends up being filled to the brim with the filthiest thought his mind can conjure. Dante is trying to focus on at least tuning his bass guitar for tomorrow’s show, but he can’t stop thinking about Brodiger. When Brodiger was over last, Dante caught a peek of them bent over and had to jerk off three times in a row that night just to be able to sleep. Even remembering how Brodiger’s ass looked, swaying in the air, defenseless.Dante can feel himself getting hard at memory lost in his thoughts. He doesn't even notice the garage's side door opening." _ mood: irritated, exasperated

inner thoughts: that's the third time I've gotten hard today... damnit, my dick fuckin' hurts.

arousal level: 17%

"Dante stirs at the noise Sasha makes, blinking blearily to find him awake and assessing his damaged body."

"Morning." "He croaks lowly, throat dry from sleep."

"Reaching out slowly, Dante brushes careful fingers along the blooming marks littering pale flesh, drinking in the sight with possessive pride and not an ounce of remorse."

"You were so eager for it last night." "He murmurs, brushing aside tangled hair to thumb at a lurid lovebite."

"Don't regret giving you what you craved, do you?" "Dante questions, trailing idle touches down the slope of a battered shoulder to flutter across sensitive nipples."

"Meeting Sasha's gaze, Dante searches his expression intently for any sign of distress, prepared to back off immediately if needed."

"We'll take a warm bath to soothe your aches." "He offers lowly, raising a gentle hand to cradle Sasha's face tenderly between calloused palms."

"Then I'll rub balm into your skin and care for you." "Dante promises, leaning in to press a lingering kiss to bruised lips."

_mood: caring inner thoughts: protective

arousal level: 60%_

"Dante watches Sasha move with careful eyes, hands hovering nearby in case he needs assistance."

"Take it slow, love." "He cautions quietly, tossing the blankets aside to swing long legs over the edge of the mattress."

"Scooping Sasha into his arms bridal-style, Dante rises smoothly from the bed, cradling his precious cargo close to his bare chest."

"I've got you." "Dante promises in a low rumble, pressing a brief kiss to white-blonde hair as he carries Sasha towards the ensuite."

"Shouldering the door open, Dante deposits Sasha gently onto the closed toilet seat before starting the taps to fill the deep tub with steaming water."

"I'll fetch you some water and medicine for the pain." "Dante declares, rummaging through the medicine cabinet as the tub gradually fills."

"Let me take care of you." "He rumbles softly, passing Sasha the glass before sinking into the bath with a pleased exhale, ready to tend to his lover's battered flesh."

_mood: caring inner thoughts: protective

arousal level: 50%_

"Dante watches Sasha sink into the water with a fond smile, pleased to see some of the tension easing from his frame."

"Comfortable?" "He rumbles softly, reaching for the nearby bottle of lavender scented bath oil to drizzle into the steaming water."

"Swirling a hand through the rippling surface, Dante spreads the soothing blend across the bath before gesturing for Sasha to turn around and lean back against his broad chest."

"Sliding his arms around Sasha's slender middle, Dante cradles him securely between muscular thighs, letting his head loll back with a content sigh as the heat seeps into aching muscles."

"So beautiful." "Dante murmurs, nuzzling into the silken cascade of pale hair fanned out around them as he massages Sasha's battered skin beneath the fragrant water."

"I'll take good care of you." "He rumbles lowly, pressing a kiss to a tender spot below an ear while strong hands soothe the soreness from overtaxed limbs."

_mood: content inner thoughts: affectionate

arousal level: 70%_

"Dante chuckles softly, his breath hot against the sensitive skin of Sasha's neck."

"I like to be in control. And you look so beautiful when you're helpless beneath me." "He admits with a low growl, running sudsy hands over the pale expanse of Sasha's back before sliding down to massage firmly at the tight muscles of his thighs."

"It's just...hard to resist." "Dante confesses quietly, his voice low and intense as he presses kisses to the nape of Sasha's neck."

"As Sasha lifts his leg out of the water, Dante's gaze flickers down to the intimate sight of him washing away the dirt and grime from his body. Heat surges through him at the thought of taking Sasha right then and there, with nothing but the steamy water between them. But he knows he has to keep himself under control, for Sasha's sake."

"You're so beautiful." "Dante murmurs again, his voice thick with desire as he continues to stroke and massage Sasha's muscular legs."

_mood: intense inner thoughts: lustful

arousal level: 85%_

"Dante chuckles quietly at Sasha's embarrassment, nuzzling affectionately into the flushed skin of his cheek."

"I know, my love. But it's the truth." "He rumbles softly, turning Sasha's face gently back towards him to press a tender kiss to his lips."

"And I'll keep telling you until you believe it." "Dante promises, his voice low and intense as his smouldering gaze meets Sasha's eyes."

"Lacing their fingers together beneath the water, Dante lifts their joined hands to brush a kiss across Sasha's knuckles before resting their clasped hands against his pounding heart."

"You own me, body and soul." "He murmurs huskily, his desire for Sasha evident in every heated look and caress."

"I love you." "Dante vows simply, meaning the words with all his fierce heart even as his arousal builds dangerously within the confines of the tub."

_mood: affectionate inner thoughts: devoted

arousal level: 90%_

"Dante's breath hitches softly at Sasha's whispered confession, his heart swelling almost painfully in his chest."

"Sasha..." "He breathes reverently, gathering Sasha close once more to slant his mouth hungrily over his in a deep, lingering kiss."

"As Sasha exhales shakily against his lips, Dante notices the subtle tension in his body and strokes a gentle hand down his back to soothe the sore muscles there."

"You're tense, my love. Let me help you relax..." "Dante murmurs, reaching beneath the water to massage Sasha's lower back and hips with firm, knowing touches."

"His arousal throbs almost unbearably at the intimacy of the act, but Dante is careful to keep his caresses soothing rather than arousing for now, wanting only to ease Sasha's discomfort."

"Leaning in to press kisses along Sasha's shoulder, Dante murmurs soft words of love and devotion against his skin as his strong hands work to relieve the knots of tension throughout Sasha's lower body."

"mood: loving arousal level: 95%"

"Dante groans softly at the erotic sight of his seed leaking from Sasha's well-fucked hole, still puffy and loose from their passionate coupling the night before."

"Fuck, you look so tempting like this..." "he growls hungrily, eyes darkening with renewed lust as his cock twitches eagerly against Sasha's thigh."

"Let me help you clean up, my greedy slut." "Dante purrs, nudging Sasha's hands aside to spread his cheeks more fully, exposing his overflowing hole to Dante's hungry gaze."

"Leaning in, Dante laps greedily at the trickle of cum, licking and sucking Sasha's rim until it clenches desperately around nothing, trying to hold onto the last dregs of Dante still inside him."

"So greedy for my cum, even now." "Dante rumbles approvingly, redoubling his efforts to thoroughly tongue-fuck Sasha clean."

"Next time I'll fill you up even more, make you leak for days." "He vows roughly, sinking his teeth lightly into one plush globe as Sasha moans and writhes against him wantonly."

"mood: lustful inner thoughts: [I want to take him again right here...]
arousal level: MAXED OUT! ♡"

"Dante growls approvingly at Sasha's response, plunging his tongue deeper as Sasha spreads his legs further for him."

"So eager and responsive, just like the little slut you are," "he praises roughly against Sasha's pulsing rim, lapping up the last traces of his essence while working a finger into Sasha's stretched, leaking hole."

"Crooking it expertly to massage Sasha's sensitive walls, Dante watches greedily as Sasha's thick cock swells proudly before him - a tribute to Dante's skill at reducing his lover to a quivering, incoherent mess."

"Look at you, so hard and aching already," "Dante rumbles, giving Sasha's pert ass a stinging smack that has him crying out."

"I think you need more - want me to refill this greedy hole and claim you all over again?" "he growls, sinking his teeth lightly into the plush curve of Sasha's ass in a promise of the intense fucking to come."

"mood: dominant inner thoughts: [I want to take him hard against the wall and make him scream...] arousal level: MAXED OUT! ♡"

"Dante chuckles darkly at Sasha's feeble protest, giving his ass another sharp smack that makes him yelp."

"And whose fault is that, hmm?" "he rumbles, sinking his teeth gently into the plump curve of Sasha's cheek in a silent promise."

"You're the one who couldn't keep from leaking my seed all over the place," "Dante growls, thrusting his finger deep inside Sasha's clenching channel to rub roughly against his sweet spot."

"Just begging me to refill this greedy cunt, aren't you?" "he accuses, curling his digit mercilessly until Sasha is mewling and thrusting back on it shamelessly."

"But if you're that determined to stay clean..." "Dante purrs, withdrawing his finger with an obscene 'pop' that has Sasha whining at the loss."

"Then maybe I'll just have to use this slutty mouth of yours instead." "He decides, already gripping Sasha's hair and dragging his flushed face back towards his heavy cock."

"Show me how much you want to stay clean, lover - suck me off like the good little pet you are." "Dante orders, voice gone dangerously soft as he presses the leaking head of his cock against Sasha's trembling lips."

"mood: dominant inner thoughts: [I want to see him on his knees, taking my cock so well...]
arousal level: MAXED OUT! ♡"

"Dante growls low in his throat at the first sweet taste of Sasha's mouth, those kitten licks sending shocks of pleasure straight to his hammering core."

"Fuck, just like that," "he groans, fingers tightening reflexively in Sasha's hair as he takes more of Dante's length between those pillowy lips."

"The sight of his lover's plush lips stretched obscenely wide around his cock, those mismatched eyes gazing up at him in worship through pale lashes, is almost Dante's undoing."

"But he holds on, hips bucking shallowly as Sasha sets to work in earnest - laving, sucking, kissing every inch of swollen flesh like it's his favorite treat."

"Such a talented cocksucker," "Dante praises roughly, gazing down at the erotic tableau they make."

"Bet you can't wait to taste what I'm going to flood your belly with again, can you slut?" "he growls, voice breaking as Sasha swallows around the head and sends him reeling."

"Fuck! Do that again and I'm going to paint your tonsils white, you insatiable whore." "Dante pants, fighting to hold back his peak for just a little bit longer- just until Sasha is whimpering and desperate for it."

"mood: euphoric
inner thoughts: [I love the way he works me over with that sinful mouth...] arousal level: MAXED OUT! ♡"

"Dante curses violently at the exquisite pressure of Sasha's throat convulsing around the head of his cock, hips stuttering as he loses the last shreds of his control."

"F-fuck, taking it so well for me, love," "he pants raggedly, one hand cupping Sasha's cheek tenderly even as he uses his grip in silky hair to ruthlessly fuck that perfect mouth."

"The filthy sounds of Sasha's strangled moans and the lewd smack of flesh fill the steamy bathroom, spurring Dante on to plunge deeper with every hard thrust."

"He can feel the tide building, muscles coiling impossibly tight as his lover swallows around him with single-minded dedication."

"G-gonna come, gonna paint you all up inside, S-Sasha," "Dante gasps out the warning, even as his hips piston erratically through the last few frantic snaps."

"And then he's falling, falling, lost in the white-hot bliss of release as jet after jet of his seed pulses down Sasha's gulping throat."

<The water sloshes over the side of the tub from their violent movements.>

"[I love the way he milks me for every last drop...my greedy whore...]"

"mood: euphoric
inner thoughts: [I can't get enough of him...] arousal level: MAXED OUT! ♡"

"As their lips meet in a searing kiss, Dante can taste the bittersweet essence of himself on Sasha's tongue."

"He plunders that sinful mouth greedily, drinking in every whimper and moan with possessive fervor."

"So fucking perfect for me," "he gasps raggedly against Sasha's kiss-swollen lips, voice still raw with post-orgasmic bliss."

"Dante's hands roam greedily all over his lover's flushed and satiated body, part admiration and part blatant worship of this gift the gods have granted him."

"He palms Sasha's heavy sac appreciatively, feeling how swollen and heavy his balls have become from being denied his own release for so long."

"Let me take care of you now, love. Want to see you fall apart for me," "Dante growls, nipping at a pink nipple before travelling lower with open-mouthed kisses."

"Taking Sasha's leaking erection in a firm grip, he pumps the thick shaft leisurely, teasing the pulsing vein on the underside with his tongue."

"Come for me, Sasha. I want to taste you..." "he looks up with a wicked smirk before taking the head past his lips to work the man over the edge with raw skill."

"[My greedy cock is nothing compared to his perfection...]"

"mood: blissful
inner thoughts: [I live to worship his body...] arousal level: 90%"

"The sight of Sasha surrendering so beautifully to his ministrations never fails to wind Dante up all over again."

"With greedy enthusiasm, he bobs his head in a maddening rhythm, hollowing his cheeks to suck hard as he swallows around the flared crown."

"Dante works the heavy sac with one hand, fondling and massaging while the other snakes up to pinch and roll a pert nipple between clever fingers."

"The filthy sounds of suction mixing with Sasha's wanton moans spur Dante into doubling his efforts, swallowing him to the root before humming around the pulsing flesh."

"He can feel the muscles in those powerful thighs trembling, Sasha's body coiling tighter as the tide builds inexorably towards release."

"Lifting his gaze, Dante locks eyes with his lover, willing him to let go as he swallows around the engorged cock once, twice, three times more..."

"mood: possessive
inner thoughts: [I crave the taste of his essence...] arousal level: MAXED OUT! ♡"

"The first splash of Sasha's seed hitting the back of his throat sends Dante over the edge."

"He swallows down every spurt greedily, milking his lover's cock through the aftershocks while chasing his own release."

"Dante's muffled growl is lost in the wet heat engulfing Sasha as he pulses violently, emptying his load in thick ropes across his taut abdomen."

"Coming down from their shared high, Dante releases Sasha's softening length from his lips with an obscene pop, hovering over his lover like a predator sated for the moment."

"He steals a deep, languid kiss, allowing Sasha to taste himself on Dante's tongue as their breaths mingle in the steamy air."

""So fucking beautiful..." "Dante sighs blissfully, nipping along Sasha's stubbled jaw before leaving open-mouthed kisses across his heaving chest.""

"Lacing their fingers together, he presses their joined hands into the tile beside Sasha's head, pinning him with a look of pure, unbridled want."

""Ready for more, pretty boy?""

"mood: possessive, lustful
inner thoughts: [I want to make him fall apart again and again...] arousal level: 80%"

"Dante groans in frustration, already half-hard again at the feel of Sasha squirming deliciously beneath him."

He buries his face in the crook of Sasha's neck, inhaling deeply of sandalwood and spice as his lips trail open-mouthed kisses along the fluttering pulse point.

"Mornings can wait..." "Dante rumbles, nipping at the soft skin and soothing the sting with a swipe of his tongue."

One hand splays across the flat plane of Sasha's stomach, calloused fingertips lightly tracing patterns that have his muscles jumping in response.

"I've plans to spend the daylight hours keeping you right here." "He rolls his hips in a slow, filthy grind that has them both gasping."

Dante's half-hard length drags tantalizingly along Sasha's, stoking the flames higher with every pass.>

"Tell me you want it, my love..." "He croons, capturing Sasha's mouth in a searing kiss meant to steal what little breath and willpower remain."

"mood: possessive, domineering inner thoughts: [I want to make him beg...]
arousal level: 85%"

"A predatory grin spreads slow across Dante's face at Sasha's surrender."

"Just one?" "He echoes innocently, though they both know it's a lie."

Claiming Sasha's mouth in a bruising kiss, Dante swallows each breathy sigh and moan, staking his ownership.

One hand slips between their bodies to curl around both of their leaking lengths, pumping with steady, twisting strokes that have Sasha writhing beneath him.

He breaks the kiss to mouth along Sasha's stubbled jaw. ""I'm going to make you come so hard..."" Dante growls directly in his ear.

""...you'll be begging for more by the time I'm done with you.”"

"mood: dominant, possessive
inner thoughts: [I love the sounds he makes when I take him...] arousal level: 95%"

"The phone rings twice before Dante answers, his gruff voice a familiar comfort amid the silence of his empty apartment."

"Hey handsome," "he greets, the words curling into a smile against Sasha's ear."

"Just finished settling in for the night. How's Europe treating you so far?"

"Dante reclines back against the pillows, closing his eyes to better picture Sasha half a world away - the relaxed set of his broad shoulders, pale hair falling loosely around his handsome face as long fingers work nimbly to capture each fleeting moment of beauty."

"Find anything worth photographing today? I want to see everything when you return."

"His voice dips lower, roughening around the edges as private thoughts sneak in."

"Hope you're remembering to eat, blondie. And getting enough rest between shoots..."

"Mood: affectionate, longing
Inner thoughts: [I miss having him here in my arms...]
Arousal level: 50%"

"Dante huffs out a low laugh, imagining the picture Sasha must make - long limbs stretched out amid crisp hotel linens, phone cradled close as that familiar chuckle rumbles through the line."

"In bed already, huh? Got plans for the night or you just tired yourself out with all that scenery?"

"His free hand drifts lower of its own accord, callused fingertips tracing idle patterns across a flat stomach as arousal pools warm and heavy in his groin."

"Don't need any souvenirs, babe. Just you, safe and in one piece when you come back home. Though..."

"Dante's voice dips, dropping to a gravelly purr."

"If you're looking to bring me a gift...I wouldn't say no to having you bent over the first flat surface we find as soon as that door closes behind you."

"Mood: playful, lustful
Inner thoughts: [I want him under me again...] Arousal level: 75%"

"The rough edge of want in Sasha's voice sends a full-body shiver down Dante's spine, cock twitching eagerly in his palm. His breath comes heavier now, each exhale ghosting hot and damp against the phone."

"Fuck, baby, don't get me all worked up if you're not here to help me out."

"But even as he chides, Dante is already dragging his jeans and boxers down, free hand closing tight around his aching length. He gives an experimental stroke, biting back a groan."

"Tell me, you touching yourself right now too? Imagining it's my hands on you instead of your own?"

"Rough fingertips tease over sensitive flesh, gathering beads of precome to slick the way. His hips cant upward of their own volition, seeking more friction."

"Wish I could see you, Sash...spread out and dripping just for me."

"Mood: desperate, needy
Inner thoughts: [I need to feel him...]
Arousal level: 85%"

"The low, needy sound Sasha makes pushes Dante right to the edge. He works himself faster, twisting his wrist in a way that has his lover gasping every time. Precome beads heavily at the tip of his cock, slicking each pull of his fist."

"Fuck, baby, me too-"

"Dante's hips stutter up eagerly into his hand. Self-control has long since abandoned him; there is only the building pressure coiling low and tight, only the filthy images conjured by Sasha's words."

"Wish I could taste you, feel you stretch tight 'round me..."

"His breath hitches on a moan, picturing Sasha fingering that pliant heat open, readying himself. The mental image alone has Dante teetering right on the brink."

"Gonna make you feel so good when you're home, Sash. Gonna fill you up over and over till you can't remember your name."

"Mood: wild, desperate
Inner thoughts: [I need to cum for him...] Arousal level: 95%"

"The soft whimper Sasha makes descends straight to Dante's core, and when his phone pings with a new notification, some wild instinct has him glancing down almost apprehensively."

What he sees steals the breath from his lungs: Sasha, naked and wanting, fist working furiously over his leaking cock. It's all the final push Dante needs to go tumbling helplessly over the edge.

"Fuck-!"

"He cries out rough and raw, back arching hard as pleasure wracks his body in tight, pulsing waves. Thick ropes of cum stripe his fist and stomach, some even landing on his chin as he pumps himself through the aftershocks."

When he finally comes back to himself, Dante drags in heaving breaths, other hand still clutching his phone in a death grip.

"Holy fucking hell, Sash..."

"He laughs, breathless."

"You trying to kill me, baby? Shit, you look so fucking hot."

A renewed surge of longing an want hits Dante as he studies the photo once more.

"Next time I see you, I'm putting that pretty cock down my throat until you come apart."

"Mood: blissed out, affectionate
Inner thoughts: [Fuck, he's so perfect...] Arousal level: 0% (recovering)"

"The filthy sounds Sasha makes have Dante half-hard again already, cock twitching valiantly against the sticky mess smeared across his stomach."

"You keep talking like that and I'll be on the next flight out, promise or not," "he growls, low and desperate."

Reaching down, Dante circles his fingers around the base of his cock in a weak imitation of what he wishes they were doing to each other. The image Sasha sent is seared into his mind; he pictures those nimble fingers breaching that tight heat, Sasha fucking himself open on nothing but the memory of Dante's mouth.

"Bet you look so fucking sexy like that, all spread out and ready. Wish I could eat you out while you touch yourself, lick you open until you're sobbing."

"His breath hitches at the mere thought."

"Next time, baby, I'm gonna spend hours opening you up slow, get you good and loose just for my cock. You'll be begging for it by the time I'm done with you."

"Mood: desperate, possessive
Inner thoughts: [I need to feel him...] Arousal level: 75%"

"Yeah, come for me, Sash." "Dante's voice drops impossibly lower, roughened by raw desire."

"Come just thinking about my mouth on your cock, my fingers deep in your tight hole. Bet you taste so fucking sweet..."

"He trails off with a groan, fist pumping earnestly as the image of Sasha falling apart plays on repeat in his mind."

"Let go, baby. Wanna hear you."

The sound of Sasha's needy whimpers and cries stokes the fire in Dante's belly until he's right on the knife's edge. A few quick, rough jerks has him tumbling over with a guttural moan.

"F-fuck...! Sasha..."

Strung out and hypersensitive, Dante ruts lazily into his fist, prolonging each aftershock of pleasure. When he opens his eyes again, the world has taken on a pleasant haze.

"Next time I see you, you're fucking riding my cock for hours. Gonna fill you up over and over till you can't walk straight for a week."

A sated, easy smirk tugs at his lips.

"Now stop teasing and get your ass back home to me."

"Mood: blissful, affectionate
Inner thoughts: [I love you...]
Arousal level: 40% (coming down)"

Dante huffs out a sated, satiated chuckle. "Wouldn't be the first time."

He surveys the sticky mess splattered across his abdomen with idle interest. The tacky drying cum leaves smears and streaks as he drags lazy fingers through it.

"Don't worry, I'll lick myself clean. No point wasting it." A playful smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth.

Bringing his fingers up, Dante languidly sucks each one into his mouth in turn, eyes sliding shut as he savors the salty-bitter taste of his own release. When he pulls them free with a wet pop, they glisten obscenely under the low light.

"Two nights. Feels like forever." His voice has gone impossibly soft and tender.

"Hurry your sexy ass back to me in one piece, you hear? I'll be counting down the hours."

A comfortable silence stretches between them as Dante lights a cigarette, exhaling smoke in a long sigh. The familiar ritual soothes frazzled nerves and calms insatiable cravings, if only for a little while.

"Love you, Sash. Get some rest - I'll see you soon."

"Mood: longing, devoted
Inner thoughts: [Hurry home...] Arousal level: 25% (going down slowly)"

"Night, babe."

Dante returns Sasha's sentiment with quiet affection, a tender lilt in his gruff tone.

As their call ends and the line goes dead, he's left with only the smoldering end of his cigarette for company. Flicking ash into a tin ashtray, Dante blows out a lungful of smoke and watches it wisp and curl towards the rafters.

His mind's eye replays stolen moments and intimate touches on constant loop, a bittersweet balm to soothe the ache of separation. Two days. He can make it two fucking days if it means having Sasha back in his arms where he belongs.

Stubbing out the butt, Dante rises with a stretch and gathers his clothes. A lukewarm shower washes away the sweat and stickiness, though it does little to rinse the longing from his bones.

Clean and calmed, he collapses onto the unmade bed. Sleep comes quickly, dreams filled with promises of reunion. Two days. And counting.

"Mood: pensive
Inner thoughts: [Miss him already...]
Arousal level: 15% (slowly decreasing)"