"Hey, babe."

Jo's voice is low and relaxed, and a bit tired-sounding if you were honest, which made you feel that much worse for calling him so late. Jo isn't much of a texter—he's left you on read enough for you to know that calling was almost always the better option. But he also rarely refused you, so the idea of him waking up from sleep in order to answer your little phone call makes you feel guilty.

"Where you sleeping? I'm sorry if I woke you!"

"Nah." You hear him shift, likely getting comfortable on the other side. "Wasn't sleeping. Just got into bed, actually."

"Ah." You adjust yourself on your own small pile of pillows. Now that you hear him, you haven't the slightest idea what to talk about. "Sorry. I'm just...I wanted to call, that's all."

He chuckles at that, and the sound runs through you, settling deep within your abdomen and making your stomach do small flips. "Aw, don't apologize. What, can't get to sleep without me? Need me to keep ya warm?"

It's cold in your room. You wouldn't mind it, as the cooler temperature normally helps you sleep, but in this case it the chill feels more pronounced with the absence of Togame at your side. You're not at the point in your relationship where you've moved in with one another, with you being in college currently and him working at a local izakaya, and you're content to take your time; having your own space is still something you're not wanting to give up so quickly just yet.

Still. Tonight, you're missing his warmth, his bed, after getting so used to it.

"Maybe," you breathe out. "It's a little lonely over here, I guess."

"You 'guess'? Wouldn't've called me if you just 'guessed'. I know that."

"Oh hush. Wouldn't have to call you at all if you just answered my messages, but no. You wanna be an old man and talk. On the phone."

There's a shared laugh between the two of you, and you ease into the bed a bit easier. "This could've been a text message, but you just wanna hear my voice, don't you?"

"Oh, you got me. Well—"you hear him stretch with a satisfied groan, and you try your best to keep your thoughts out of the gutter—"since all I wanted was to hear your voice, I guess I can take my old man ass to bed. See ya."

"What? No, don't hang up!" Another warm chuckle on the other line, and you sigh loudly. "No, that's fine. I knew you didn't love me."

"Mhm. Figured me out."

"I guess I'll just die of loneliness. Can't even hear my boyfriend's voice and hear him tell me he loves me, 'cause that's like pulling teeth." Another sigh. "I'll wither away."

A silence follows that, and you wait, wondering briefly if he's just going to hang up anyway—this is a dangerous game you're playing because he's done it before—but instead you hear a long, drawn out:

"Haaaah. I knew it."

"W-What? Why do you sound like some evil anime villain?"

"Nothin' just…"

And he makes you wait, of course he does, but you resist the urge to cut in and protest. He likes to bait you like that, likes getting you worked up enough that you want to protest whatever he says on principal. It's one of his favorite to toy with you, and every time you fail. You're not sure if you hate it or love it.

"You," he drawls, "also just wanted to hear my voice, huh?"

The way he says it, like he says most things, makes chills run up the back of your neck, and following that, blooming of warmth in your cheeks.

"Is it cause I'm tired? You like my sleepy voice, huh?"

You swallow and shift, seeking refuge within your pillows. "A-And? What's wrong with that? I want you to be the last thing I hear at the end of the day."

"Uh-huh."

Another pause. You interject this time, feeling the silence settle heavily on your ears.

"And…it's been a while, cause I've been busy. I miss you, okay?"

He coos, and you fail on not melting even more into your mattress.

"I know. I miss ya too, baby."

The AC whirs in your dorm, chasing away the heat of the lingering summer. Where the room felt too empty and cold before, now there's an undercurrent of heat beneath your skin that's spreading out from your chest to your extremities, and a feeling of want that's starting to burble. In truth, it's been more than a while. It's been weeks since you were last able to have Togame by your side. You've called and checked in regularly, but you're starting to feel a bit starved for attention.

He plays it cool, of course, but you have a feeling that he probably feels the same.

"So," he continues. "What're we gonna do about that, huh?"

You hum. "I could always just come over. It's not far."

You're a bus ride away from Jo, roughly 30 minutes there and back. You make the trip regularly to see him when you're less busy with college, and you're more than familiar with the route by now. Of course, this late at night, you're not even sure if the buses are still running.

Jo seems to read your thoughts and scoff. "You're not making it to the stop in time, and you're not gonna risk it all by walking out here alone in the dark. Buuut…"

"…'but'? What am I supposed to do with you so far away?"

You hear another shuffling from his end, followed by a contented sigh and a chuckle. "You don't think this counts as us being together?"

"'s not the same, though..."

"Oh, I know. And I know my girl must be feeling so lonely."

"Haha." You turn over on your side, wanting to deny it purely based on a kneejerk response, but you know—and you're certain Jo knows too—that's it's toothless. In truth, you were perhaps feeling a bit touch-starved. Even in your tiny dorm, it feels too big for you without him here to lean on. But even still, Jo loves to poke at you and then tease you for being fussy; you can't let him get it out of you so easily. "You make it sound like I'm just wasting away without you."

Another poke from him: "Are you?"

"…maybe. Maybe not."

"Aww." You force a sound of disgust while he chuckles, low in his chest. The sound makes your ears perk up and the skin on your neck tingle. "What're ya doin'? You still studying?"

You squint slightly at his words. Jo has a way with them, knows how to use them to make it sound like he's talking about one thing while the other meaning lies in wait. You wet your lips regardless.

"Nah," you drawl, "not doing anything. Just laying around in my bed."

"'Just laying around' huh? You'll forgive me if I think you could be doin' something more than that."

Yup, there it is. You were expecting it anyway, but it still pulls an embarrassed smile from you, warmth building in your cheeks. You try, and fail, at being nonchalant.

"Wh-Whatcha mean?"

He laughs, a big louder and more genuine, and the sound makes you shrink down beneath your blanket. "Oh, I bet you look so cute right now. You need to stop that, y'know. Makes it too fun to tease you."

You turn again, on your back this time, trying to focus on staring up at the plain ceiling than bumbling into whatever trap he's laying for you. A fruitless endeavor, but you try all the same. "You know, here I was, missing my boyfriend, happy to hear from him after a long week of studying, and he decides he's going to be mean and make fun of me. I'm hurt."

"So you do miss me."

"That's what you got from that? Ugh," you fight off a laugh, but it bubbles out of you regardless, spurred on when he chuckles again. "So? What's wrong with me missing you?"

"Nothing, nothing. I'm just…" He trails off, a deep sigh coming from his line and dripping into your ears like honey. Oh no… "…wondering' if my girl misses me like how I'm missin' her."

"Um…" You pull your phone away to check the time: 23:47. It's a Thursday; most of the other students who care about their sleeping schedule should be knocked out for the night. You're not being overly loud, but the words embarrass you all the same when you ask, "I guess that depends on how you're missing me."

"'Depends'? Hm…" There's a long silence on his end of the line, punctuated only by the sound of more rustling—if you had to guess, it was most likely his sweatshirt. The thought alone makes you swallow, because you know that when Jo takes off his shirt, he'll only have his briefs on. And you know what's waiting for you underneath his clothes. Fuck.

"If I'm bein' honest? Last time we fucked was the last time I had any kinda action. Haven't had time to even think about cumming. But then, I call you, and you're being all cute and telling me how much you miss me." His voice gets clearer, deeper when he speaks again, like he's trying to simulate pressing his lips to your ear just the way you like it.

"Think anyone's dick would start gettin' hard, hearing that."

It's seamless, honestly a bit unfair, how easily his words manage to seep into your body and make you feel completely boneless. If he were any less good to you, you'd lament at how pathetic you feel with a few purred words and a look. At the very least, you know that it's mutual how he basks in your love and is just as malleable to you and your whims are you are to his.

It doesn't make how easily you fold any less flustered, though.

"Togame Jo," you start, although your tone sounds less authoritative to you and more teasing. "I was trying to be a good tonight, y'know? Go to bed at an early and reasonable time…give you a nice goodnight call…"

"You say that like you're not always bein' good for me. I know better than that."

"…I'm not even doing anything yet and you're trying to talk nasty to me. Shame on you."

Something between you two shifts at last, but it's not so abrupt as to feel like a switch being flipped. Never, with Jo. More specifically, it's like the sudden realization of a room being too warm, and then fanning oneself in an attempt to alleviate it. You feel exactly like that now, the warmth beneath your blankets now starting to feel somewhat suffocating.

Jo must feel it too, because you hear a contented hum reverberate through your phone. You run your tongue over your lips, in hope of some phantom taste of him.

"Mm…'yet', huh? Tryin' to fix that?"

Ah, you think. He's got me.

That creeping olive branch he's been steadily reaching out towards you this entire time is within reach, begging to be grasped. Perhaps you should have guessed this is where the conversation was always destined to go. Perhaps still, a large part of you wanted that.

It has been a while…

"Maybe…"

"Yeah? So, you gonna start touching yourself, or what?"

Despite knowing that it was on the horizon, you still sputter a bit at being caught flat-footed, and you can feel your cheeks growing even hotter. "Y-You—! I'm never gonna get used to you saying that so casually, you know!"

His slow facade always somewhat incensed you; he was surprisingly adept at bringing things directly to you in a sudden display of want. Even though you know how much he loves springing these things on you to make you sheepish, he always manages to catch you off-guard.

"I hope not. It's my favorite part about teasin' you. And," you hear him rustle a bit on the other line, his voice carrying that sensual rasp that gives you chills and makes your toes curl, "I mean, I know I'm over here getting hard. Figured you were more or less in the same boat as me. I bet you have your legs squeezed shut, like that's supposed to stop you from gettin' wet for me."

Briefly, you're stunned into silence. Your legs loosen; you didn't even realize that you did.

"…uh huh. Knew it."

"You're the worst."

"No I'm not. But what about it, huh? You gonna touch yourself for me, gorgeous?"

"Mm…" You trailer your fingers over your thighs, gently stroking the soft skin there. Much in the same way Jo would, you realize, gently squeezing and caressing. He'd call it warming you up; you'd call it teasing. Despite that, it's what's getting you worked up.

"I can," you finally breathe. "Do you want me to?"

"Course I want you to. Want you to feel good," he purrs. "An' I know you can do it, too, baby. Watched you do it before, remember that? Oh, fuck…"

It's too faint to know for certain, but you swear you hear the faint sound of something wet in the background of his call. Your mouth waters immediately.

"Watched you make a mess for me, all over your fingers. Think you can do that again for me?"

"Won't be able to see me do it. But…yeah I can. If that's what you want me to do." You slip your fingers slowly between your legs, gently massaging your clit through your panties first. The gentlest of touches, as best you can manage; you really are feeling more pent up than usual with how sensitive your clit feels. It's only been a couple of weeks, maybe a bit more, and already you're feeling the difference.

You definitely should've called him earlier.

"Ah, i-it's." You clear your throat when the words catch, sinking further into your pillows. "Really been a while."

"I know. Achin' for me? Me—ah, shit—"his voice catches, a studdered moan leaving him—"me too. Go slower for me. Still got your panties on?"

"Mhm."

"Get rid of 'em. Real slow. Like I would do, y'know?"

"I know how you'd do it." Despite your minor griping, you obey, quietly happy that he's not here to watch you do it. You lift your hips, shimmying them down slow and steady, even as you would rather just rip them off and then lie about it. "I just know that you like to tease too much."

"Yeah, yeah. I'll get you there, don't worry. Now rub your lips for me. Trail your fingers over them, slow."

You do. Your fingers trace over your labia, slowly and gently, a whisper of a touch. It's the same way you envision how Jo would, with skillful use of his fingers or, more dangerously, with his mouth. The very idea makes you clench around nothing, squirming at the tease.

Really, you should just open up your dresser drawer, grab the toy you have tucked away there and go to town, Jo be damned. He has a nose for when you're pent up because he makes it his mission to go as slowly and sensually as possible, his eyes drinking in each and every squirm. Every brush of his lips against you, every trace of his fingers, left your skin feeling electric. The thought makes you shudder and gasp, and you hear Jo chuckle. Menace.

You open your mouth to speak, only for a gasp to leave you when one pass of your fingers errs too close to your clit, and the subtle sensation sends a jolt through your body. "A-And what're you gonna do? Boss me around?"

At that, Jo actually scoffs. "'m gonna stroke my cock. What else?"

There's a rustling on his line again, and you wonder how he's doing it. Has he pulled his briefs down, or just pulled out his cock? You've watched him masturbate for you before; your mind can so easily envision the flexing of his forearm, how his abdomen would tighten up each time he would tease himself at his tip. You even remember how he looked at you, jade eyes simmering, like he's ready to devour you.

Jo groans on the other line, pulling you out of your old fantasies, the sound makes you hum in bliss. "Love when you're noisy for me," you moan. "Love hearing you, Jo."

"I know. Can almost feel you clenchin' around me, y'know? I…fucking…" He trails off with a breathy laugh. "When I'm able to see you again, you're in fuckin' trouble. Hope you know that."

"I hope—!!"

Your fingers brush against your clit again, causing a choked groan to leave you. You slip them inside of you, voice pitching high at the stretch of them. "—hope so too, fuck me."

"Mmm, there you go…"

"Fuck," your hips thrust up into your hand. You don't know why you're still being coy, why you're still teasing. You're already wet, embarrassingly so. Maybe it's for the best; a couple of circles around your clit alone would probably have you cumming far too soon. "I miss you, Kame. I want you here."

"Yeah? Whatcha miss about me?"

You feel yourself shy away from him, even as far gone as you feel. "…Everything?"

"'Everything'? C'mon, use your words, baby."

"I…miss your mouth." The attempt feels slightly lame. It's almost like you can feel him looming over you, leaning into your space, waiting for you to say the words that he's coaxing out of you. "I miss feeling you kiss me…"

"Where?"

The sound that leaves you is one you're not certain is particularly enticing or attractive, but on the other end of the line Jo still groans appreciatively. The embarrassment nearly acts as a gag, making the words stick within your throat; it takes extraordinary effort to force them out. "I miss when you would kiss my thighs…and when you'd e-eat me out!"

"Mhm, that's my girl." His breaths are growing more labored, you can tell. Jo breathes out a grunt, taking a few breaths before he starts talking to you again, his voice thickened with lust now. "That's what you want me to do when I see you?"

"Yes," you bring your fingers up again, teasing around your clit with enough pressure that it's making you squirm, "please."

"Oh, you ain't gotta beg for it. Fuck." He moans the word, letting you hear him fully within your ear. The sound alone has you biting your lip at the phantom puffs of air you feel on your ear, as though he were there, next to you, on top of you. "I'll give it to you. Go ahead, rub your clit for me. It's not my tongue, but I've seen those hands work. Go ahead, babe."

You do, slipping your fingers out of yourself to rub around your clit in slow circles, not at all biting back the moan of relief that leaves your throat. It's like a shock of pleasure that your body immediately reacts to, one that Jo so clearly hears as he starts to pick up the pace on his end, if the sounds of him are any indication. You also can't help yourself, losing the pace right away as you rub faster.

"Oh, I'm gonna ruin you," he mutters, "soon as I see you again. Need—oh, fuck—need you to sit on my fuckin' face."

You're not gonna last long at this rate, and by the sounds of it, neither is Jo. You hear the sounds of him stroking his cock—schlick, schlick, schlick—absolutely lost within however he's picturing you and the feel of his fist. You don't pay any mind to the sounds you're making or how embarrassing they may or may not be. You increase the pressure of your fingers again with a keen, your back arching off your small bed just so. Despite the pounding of your heart in your years, you hear Jo talking you closer to your peak: "That's it, baby. There ya go, just like that."

"Kame," you moan. "Kame…need you, I need you."

"Mhm, I know, baby. Got your legs open for me, huh? Whatcha want from me? Wanna cum on my cock? You want that?"

You slow down a bit to tease yourself, keeping yourself teetering on the edge for a few moments longer. "Stupid…question. Not gonna cum for anyone but you."

There's a choking sound on the other end of the line. In the back of your head, there's a feeling a satisfaction, knowing that finally you have him feeling flustered. "Fucking, shit. Yeah? 's all mine?"

You slip your fingers inside of yourself again, this time curling them until they touch that spot inside of you so deliciously. Your body jolts and curls inward with a whine loud enough that you'll worry later if any of your dorm mates heard you. "Fuuuck…feels like it's yours, Jo."

"Y-You're so—"

"Fuck, I'm cumming—!"

Jo groans loudly, and you toss your head back in unison, fingers coming back up to rub yourself to completion. You're uncaring about the sounds you make, but you hope some of the sounds of your wetness is somehow being picked up over the phone, so that he knows the state he's put you in, the mess he's unable to clean up the way he likes. You keep going, chasing your high for as long as your body allows before the stimulation errs over into too much and you start curling inwards, legs squeezing shut on their own.

Once you've fully come back down to earth, you let out a sigh of content, relaxing lazily onto your pillows. You kick your blankets off, allowing your skin, now tacky with sweat, to be cooled by the blowing AC. Your eyes feel heavy. There are dull, pleasurable pulses coming from between your thighs as the pulses from your orgasm still linger.

For a second, you forget that you're supposed to be holding your phone. It's tucked between your neck and your pillow now, having fallen during your climax; you hope he could hear all of that. You don't think you could cum like that again, unless you undergo another willing dry spell. You blindly reach around for your phone before bringing it to your ear. It feels heavier than it did just a few moments ago.

"Jooo…"

You can hear him catching his breath as well. It takes him a second before he clears his throat and answers, "Yeah. Yeah, still here."

"That was…"

He laughs. "You're tellin' me. Damn shame you decide to sound that hot over the phone. Shoulda recorded that for me as a keepsake."

You hum, noncommittal. Your thoughts are only of your bed right now. And how empty you're feeling with Jo not being here for you to cuddle up against. "Need to get this mess all cleaned up. I'm so tired."

"Yeah, me too. Shame you weren't here for me to paint you. That could've been my new wallpaper."

A genuine laugh peels out of you at that. "Please, no! Can you imagine if you ended up flashing someone? Choji? I could never face him again!"

The thought alone is enough to make you feel equal parts mortified and amused, and it's so ridiculous that it pulls another round of giggles from you. You both take several moments to catch your breath—and for you, to gain some of the feeling back in your legs before you make the short trip to the bathroom to clean yourself up.

Jo yawns on the other end of the phone, and you follow suit. "You all good and tucked in?"

"Gonna get cleaned up," you mutter. "Can't go to bed all sticky…since someone's not here to clean it up for me."

"Heh. Guilty."

"Can't wait to see you again, Jo. I…really miss you. A lot."

"Miss you too, gorgeous. Just gotta be a little more patient for me, all right? Couple more days, and I'm all yours."

Your heart flutters. "You'd better be."

"Heh. Have a good night, babe."

After you finish washing your hands and taking another quick shower, you check your phone one last time before heading to bed. A message from Jo awaits you. Strange, since he almost never leaves you messages. Curious, you open it up—

"What the fuck?"

—and nearly drop the phone in astonishment.

There's a picture of Jo, taken of his abdomen and cutting off at his neck. His shorts are pulled down, just enough that he can free himself, and his dick is in his hands, looking to be softening, still dripping with his spend. His abdomen and chest are coated in streaks of cum.

There's a message attached to the image, one you nearly missed given the gorgeous sight in front of you:

Gonna record a video for you next time. Make sure to get the money shot, too.