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Guh… I started procrastinating on cleaning my room, but while doing so I started doing dumb stuff with a document I made.. but then I locked in slightly? Idk this is just random and I didn’t put that much effort into it.
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been thinking about phone sex with Richtofen, so have something I put together in like two hours to satisfy that craving (pretend it’s a modern day au where they have phones okay) ((also I miss schuster I need to bring him back))
> tags . phone sex . masturbation
> words . 1445
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Dr. Schuster knows it’s late, stars flickering softly in the midnight darkness as he groggily stares through the blinds, before the reason he’s been awoken at such a time buzzes once again from next to him.
He sits up, reaching over for his glasses and pushes them up to his nose to read the name glowing on his phone. His stomach twists slightly as he picks up the device and holds it to his ear.
“Dr. Richtofen?” He asks, a nervousness to his voice from the imagined accident that causes his coworker to ring him at such an hour. “Is everything okay at the lab?”
“Ah- yes. My apologies for the late night call..”
There’s something amiss in his voice, something distant and slurred as Dr. Schuster knits his brows together and leans over to turn on the lamp from his bedside table. “I am listening, Doctor.” Schuster never liked calling Dr. Richtofen, Edward, he had been privy to each and every rant from the other man each time Maxis walked into their small space within group 935. Of course, Schuster was not on the same level as Dr. Maxis, yet he liked the formality, liked the way it felt on his tongue.
“Well, it’s just late.” Richtofen lets out a shaky breath. “I wanted to hear you, that is all.”
“Of course it’s bloody late, have you seen the time?” Dr. Schuster scoffed, but it held no aggression as he simply laid back on his pillow and looked up at the ceiling. “I suspect there’s something else, Dr. Richtofen.” Their relationship was complicated, Schuster didn’t really understand what was happening between them, yet never took the time to really question it further.
“What are you wearing?”
The question cuts through the tiredness and hits Schuster quite hard. He swallows thickly, the cogs turning and clicking into place as he realises such a need for a late night call.
“Dr. Richtofen.” Schuster speaks quietly as if he’s not alone in the quietness of his apartment. He opens his mouth to say something, before closing it once again.
“Humour me, Dr. Schuster.” Schuster can feel the embarrassment bleeding onto every word, the slight drunken smile to his lips as he lets out another shaky breath. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you today, was that a new cologne?”
“A Christmas gift. From my mother. You know how she likes me to smell good for the German ladies.” Schuster lets out an airy laugh, closing his eyes and shaking his head as he thinks of her words. “Do you have a sister, Dr. Richtofen?”
Richtofen lets out a laugh, “Why would you need a sister when you have me?”
The question makes Schuster go quiet for a few moments, staring down at his pyjama-covered body as he weighs up the consequence of lying in such a position. “Nothing.” He finally lies, looking back up at the ceiling. “I’m not wearing anything.”
“I don’t believe you.” Richtofen’s voice is lower than before, he’s leaning into the phone and Schuster briefly wonders what his hands are doing. “If I know Dr. Schuster I know he likes to wear his comfortable and expensive pyjama sets.”
Richtofen knows him so well, it’s almost annoying. “Maybe I’m not wearing any boxers underneath? I can be quite adventurous when the mood takes me.”
“Yeah?”
Schuster leans over to turn the lamp off, once again in darkness as he listens intently to the man on the other line.
“And are you feeling adventurous?” Richtofen finally asks, voice quiet and low as his accent thickly coats every word that escapes his lips. “Dr. Schuster?”
Dr. Schuster feels his cock twitch from under the fabric of his clothes. He puts a hand behind his head as he holds the phone next to his ear. “What do you think?”
“I think you’d like to be.” Richtofen coos, “That’s why you lied. You wanted to get me all excited, well, you already excite me, Dr. Schuster.” His breath hitches, and Schuster can faintly hear the sound of skin against skin. “What are you doing right now?”
“Thinking of you.” Schuster responds automatically, hips pressing together. “I wish you were here.”
“Yeah.. me too.” Richtofen whispers, “What would you do if I was there?”
“Richtofen!” Schuster shakes his head, “You don’t need me to tell you that.”
“Come on- tell me.” Schuster can hear the smile on his face, “I’ve gone through half a bottle of peach schnapps just to work up the courage to ring you, at least give me something to work with- are you touching yourself yet?”
“Not presently, no.”
“Why not?”
Schuster knows why, and embarrassment prickles on his arms. “I’d like you to tell me to.” He speaks softly into the phone, pressing it into the space between his ear and shoulder as he leans over to grab the lube from the bedside table. He can’t remember when he bought it, or if it was one of those gag gifts Dr. Groph bought him one day, only that it sat in his drawer and taunted him each time Richtofen eventually caused him to use it.
Richtofen pauses for a few moments, probably to take another sip of his drink, before he clears his throat. “Go on then, touch yourself, Dr. Schuster.”
“So bloody scientific.” Schuster laughs, despite the heat pooling in his abdomen as he hears the words. “I bet all the ladies just love you.” He squirts some of the lubricant on his hand before placing the bottle on the side and using his now free hand to free his cock from the loose fabric of his clothes.
He lets out a soft groan as he wraps his hand around the shaft. He was never particularly eager to be the vocal one, but given the circumstances he’ll allow it.
Richtofen sighs heavily into the phone, “Good.” The word tumbles from his lips. “Thank you.”
“Are you?” Schuster can’t help but ask.
“Am I what?” Richtofen speaks absentmindedly.
“You know.” Schuster clears his throat before grunting softly. “Dear God, don’t make me say it Dr. Richtofen, you know what I mean."
“I don’t, Dr. Schuster, I just don’t know what you mean.” His faux-innocence only irritates him more, Schuster gritting his teeth as he fucks his fist a little more aggressively.
“You know.. fucking yourself.” Schuster knows Richtofen likes it when he’s a little vulgar, likes it when he says such things in that posh English accent of his.
Richtofen mumbles something to himself in German that Schuster can’t translate. Schuster had picked up the language quickly, yet Richtofen was still able to avoid his understanding. “Yeah.” He finally nods, “I need you, Dr. Schuster.”
“How badly?” Dr. Schuster grunts, breath falling in sync with the other man. “Tell me how much you need me.”
“All the time.” Richtofen groans, “Whenever you’re not here all I can do is think about you. Your skin, your breath, your touch. Are you close?”
Schuster nods, running his thumb over the tip as his hips jerk and he realises Richtofen can’t see him. “Yes.” He breathes out, pupils blown as he closes his eyes tightly.
“Me too. Count down for me, please.”
“Richtofen..”
“Bitte-“
Schuster flushes slightly and counts down into the phone, speeding up his hand before he reaches 1 and accidentally spills all over his hand with a loud moan, Richtofen doing the same on the other end. Richtofen falling into a string of words that Schuster knows are just curses.
There’s a long silence as the two men catch their breath, Schuster sitting up to change his clothes into something much dryer.
“Are you in early tomorrow?” Richtofen asks softly.
“Yes. Maybe you should come in early too and come sit on my lap whilst I work.” Schuster teases him, letting out a laugh as he opens his pyjama drawer and picks up the first pair he sees.
“I’m afraid I’ll be sleeping in, Dr. Schuster. It’s been a late night for me.”
“How could I forget?” Schuster shakes his head. “Send me a photo once you hang up, you know, as an apology for waking me up so late. I know you’re still tipsy.”
Richtofen smiles, and Schuster knows he is. “Alright. Don’t stay up too late.”
There’s a silence as neither man wants to hang up, a pause for something to be said, yet the silence continues as Richtofen hangs up and Schuster is once again in silence. He climbs into bed, staring up once again at the ceiling before his phone vibrates and he opens the message, Richtofen’s half-naked body greeting him as Schuster smiles and saves the photo to his phone.
