lovesickarmin

The way his breath hitches every time you swirl your thumb over his tip. The way when your eyes meet his his nose scrunches up just slightly as his eyebrows pinch up and he lets out a shaky sigh, leaning back on his elbows now cause he likes looking up at you anyways.

He sighs and restrains his moans with the back of his hand as your hand goes up and down his cock, red faced, too red, you almost think he’s gonna pass out

“Relax… it’s just me, okay??” You coo him softly before giving him a little squeeze and speed up slightly.

And the whiny slurs of your name as he look up at you teary eyed, whispering pleas and prayers about how close he is and how good you make him feel. The way he’s thought and dreamed about this exact moment, stroking himself with his scarred hands wishing it were yours instead, and now here you were, actually touching him and enjoying him and— and it was too much for him

oh my GOD.

"shouto?" you ask, your voice infuriatingly flustered even though you had tried your very best to choke it back. "what's up?"

and then he tilts the camera back up to its usual position—a little too high, so really it's just the bridge of his nose, his eyes, and the top of his head left at the very bottom of the screen. and simply he goes: "i'm wearing a suit."

"i can see that," you reply, resisting the urge to drag your hand down your face—equal parts frustrated and horrifically endeared to your boyfriend's familiar antics. "is that the reason you called?"