사랑의 눈빛

Less than that, actually. Your boyfriend was out of town only for the night because he met up with some old friends. He’d be coming home in the morning. In just a few hours, actually. 

“I know.” You fidget, suddenly restless, kicking your feet out from under your sheet. “But it’s the first time we’ve slept apart since I moved in. So.” 

“So…” He doesn’t repeat it unkindly, but with a leading tone. 

“So, I miss you.” 

“That’s very sweet. I miss you, too.” 

You pause. “And I’m horny.” 

“Ahhh, there it is,” Minghao laughs. You can hear him shifting around on his side of the call and picture it - him lying on the hotel bed, naked beneath the sheets, dark hair spilling across the pillow as he relaxes on his back. Lips twisting in that soft smile that he saves only for you. “And you thought you’d make it my problem to solve?” 

“Please. It’s your fault, anyway.” 

“Oh really? Well, tell me how, baby.” 

Minghao’s timbre slides down to his lower register. When he uses that tone of voice, you find it hard to deny his every wish. 

Your tongue wets your bottom lip. “Because I was thinking about you.”

Minghao hums, pleased. “Just thinking about me?”

"No. And," you pause, drawing out the moment, "I was touching myself." You rub yourself through your panties again.

"Mmmm." Your boyfriend's voice makes you moan in reply. "Tell me what you're doing."

"I'm rubbing myself over my panties. It feels so good." You repeat the motion, sighing into the phone. "They're starting to get damp."

Minghao curses under his breath. There's some rustling on his side again, and you hear the distinct sound of your boyfriend spitting into his hand. "Take them off, then."

You slide your panties down, letting them dangle from your foot for a second. Imagining Minghao is there, on his knees, taking them off you. Your pussy lips are getting slicker by the second, arousal spreading under your fingertips as you play with your clit.

"Are you naked now?"

"Mmhmm."

"Good. So am I." Minghao's breathing is getting heavier. "I'm touching myself thinking about you, too, love. Picturing you lying on our bed, waiting for me."

You can't help it, you reach between your legs and cup yourself hard, rutting against your own hand. You'd been touching yourself for a while before you gave in and texted him, so you're ready to go. "Fuck, Minghao, don't drag this out too slow! I can't take it."

At the desperation in your voice, Minghao groans, and the noise sends shivers running down your body. “Oh, baby, I didn't know you were already so worked up! Just pretend I’m there right now.” More rustling. “I’m lying behind you, with my arm around your waist, pressing my lips to your neck. Do you feel me?” 

You run your fingertips along the nape of your neck, closing your eyes. It’s almost enough. “Yeah.” 

“Good.” Minghao draws in a calm breath. “Now, I’m taking my hand, and sliding it, slowly, down your stomach.” 

As though controlled by his voice, your own hand slips over the swell of your belly, down towards where your aching cunt weeps for attention.

“Doesn’t it feel nice, the way my nails scratch so lightly over your skin?” He hums. “You’re so soft, baby. Feel so good under my fingertips.” 

You trace gentle swirls in the skin above your mound. “Mmm, Minghao, what did I say?" you whine impatiently.

He laughs. "Sorry, I can't help myself. I'm moving one finger down, along your slit, and oh, you're so wet. Aren't you, love?"

"Yes!"

"So wet for me. My finger just slides right through your lips... mmmph," Minghao cuts himself off with a closed-mouth grunt, "shit - you're so warm and soft inside, baby, so soft!"

You slip a finger inside yourself, tracing your opening, playing with the sensitive skin there. "Please, I need more!"

"Oh, my baby wants more, my baby gets more," he coos. "I'm using two fingers now, feel them? Feel me?"

"Yes! Yes!" You pant your response, adding another finger. "Please, touch my clit now!" Not waiting for a response, you push your thumb against your clit, grinding the nub until your thighs twitch.

"Baby, yes, of course I will, I'm gonna make you feel so good!" You can hear a rhythmic slapping and picture Minghao's cock in his hand, flushed and hard and covered in his spit and precum. "What else do you need?"

"I need - your cock!"

"Spread your legs, baby, here I come."

You moan, imagining him on top of you, pushing inside you, and that's all you need to finally fall over the edge. You cry his name, and he cries yours. And then there's nothing but heavy breathing for several moments.

"Go to sleep now, love," he finally whispers. "I'll be home in the morning."

"'kay. Good night, love you," you mumble, already half-asleep.