you’ve got a shadow on you, son

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“What do you need?” Ilya asked quietly, studying Shane’s face. They didn’t call each other much, but this wasn’t the first time they’d FaceTimed from hundreds of miles apart. It usually ended in the predictable way.

“Um. I have this- problem,” Shane said, and Ilya felt a cold jolt of fear go through him. Maybe he’d misunderstood the purpose of this call - maybe something was wrong. But then Shane held the phone further away from himself and panned down his body to show Ilya that he was naked, and achingly hard. “This. I…what do I do?”

Ilya swallowed, his mind racing. Shane was playing, clearly; he had a game in mind that he wanted Ilya to play with him. Ilya just had to figure out what it was.

Or: Shane pretends not to know how to get himself off. Ilya helps.

(inspired by this post!)

1.4k | E | phone sex, masturbation instructions, virginity roleplay

“What do you need?” Ilya asked quietly, studying Shane’s face. They didn’t call each other much, but this wasn’t the first time they’d FaceTimed from hundreds of miles apart. It usually ended in the predictable way.

“Um. I have this- problem,” Shane said, and Ilya felt a cold jolt of fear go through him. Maybe he’d misunderstood the purpose of this call - maybe something was wrong. But then Shane held the phone further away from himself and panned down his body to show Ilya that he was naked, and achingly hard. “This. I…what do I do?”

Ilya swallowed, his mind racing. Shane was playing, clearly; he had a game in mind that he wanted Ilya to play with him. Ilya just had to figure out what it was.

Or: Shane pretends not to know how to get himself off. Ilya helps.

(inspired by this post!)

1.4k | E | phone sex, masturbation instructions, virginity roleplay

“What do you need?” Ilya asked quietly, studying Shane’s face. They didn’t call each other much, but this wasn’t the first time they’d FaceTimed from hundreds of miles apart. It usually ended in the predictable way.

“Um. I have this- problem,” Shane said, and Ilya felt a cold jolt of fear go through him. Maybe he’d misunderstood the purpose of this call - maybe something was wrong. But then Shane held the phone further away from himself and panned down his body to show Ilya that he was naked, and achingly hard. “This. I…what do I do?”

Ilya swallowed, his mind racing. Shane was playing, clearly; he had a game in mind that he wanted Ilya to play with him. Ilya just had to figure out what it was.

Or: Shane pretends not to know how to get himself off. Ilya helps.

(inspired by this post!)