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“Have you got it inside, baby?” Your voice is smooth over the phone, calm and collected in a way that Leon is not right now.
He turns his face away from the speaker to take a deep breath, pushing the dildo a tiny bit more. An involuntary moan slips from his mouth when he does so.
“Leon?” You sound a bit firmer now. “I asked you a question.”
He shivers, pushing on the dildo again. “I-It’s almost there.” Glancing down between his legs, he can see that he has maybe an inch or so to go. The remaining seven were comfortably pressed inside his hole, stretching him in a way that made his eyes water.
“Good boy.” You praised, sending a wave of pleasure through him. “Get it in and we can keep going, alright?”
“Okay.” Taking another deep breath, he shoves his hips up at the same time he presses down, which makes the rest of it slide in easily. He whines, legs shaking as he has to keep himself from cumming just from that. “I-It’s, fuck, it’s in.”
“I knew you could do it, you little slut.” You say, and there’s a little edge to your voice that indicates you aren’t as unaffected as you’re trying to appear.
Leon takes another deep breath, aching to reach for his cock but too nervous to touch without permission. Rules are rules.
“Start moving it, baby.” You order, and he hears some faint but delicious wet noises on your end of the phone call. “Slow.”
The sound makes him moan as he begins thrusting the dildo, keeping the pace as slow as he can manage without completely losing his mind. His neglected cock bounces on his stomach, already a leaking mess for what he could tell was going to be a very long night.
“I miss you.” He whimpers, the words coming out before he can stop them. It sounds more pathetic than sweet, and he briefly considers hanging the phone up and throwing it across the room.
Instead, you just moan softly in reply. “Fucking miss you too, baby. Go faster for me. I want to hear how you’ll sound when I get back.”
Leon obliges, ignoring the slight ache already building in his wrist to pound himself harder. As he shifts his hips to change the angle, he brushes against his prostate, pulling an embarrassing whine from his throat.
“There.” You say. His face flushes, overwhelmed with the realization that, even countries away, you know exactly what he’s done just by hearing the sounds he’s making. He whines again and aims for that spot.
Your shared bed creaks as Leon spreads his legs wider. “Please.” He begs, unsure of what he’s even begging for at this point.
“You can touch yourself.”
How you always know exactly what he needs (both in bed and out), he’s not sure. Leon switches hands, using one to sloppily fuck himself and the other to stroke his cock. Little fucked out noises fall from his mouth, and he’s begging you again.
You let out a choked out groaning noise, the call quiet for a few seconds except for your heavy breathing. He whines, trying to catch your attention even as you come down from your orgasm. “Please, please, let me cum, need it, please—”
“Come, sweetheart. Let me hear you.”
That’s all Leon needs to hear before he’s shuddering hard, cum painting his entire stomach and chest. He collapses limply into the mattress, knocking the phone off the pillow. He panics, reaching over to pick it up.
“Hello? Are you there?”
You laugh. God, your laugh is perfect.
(Leon thinks everything about you is perfect.)
“I’m here. You alright?” Your voice is soft. As much as he loves you in that dominant persona, he also loves you like this.
“Yeah.” He winces a little as he reaches down to remove the dildo. “Y-Yeah. I’m okay.” Then, “When will you be home, again?”