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“Listen here, you disgustin’ little freak.” Kremy hissed into the phone, jaw clenched. This guy had been calling him for months, and always for the exact same thing. “I am a very, very busy person, I got dozens of people wanting to talk to me. What makes ya think I should be wastin’ my time on someone as pathetic as you?”
Heavy breathing, panting almost. The hitching breaths of someone attempting to speak, but being too overcome to do so. The slick sounds of dry skin on skin slick with oil.
“You foul little pervert. Betcha gettin’ off on this, ain’tcha? Betcha been touchin’ yourself this whole time. Well, I suppose ya better finish yourself off quick, ‘cause I’m gonna hang up real soon.”
A deep groan, and a whine, then more heavy breathing, but slower this time. Kremy’s eyes flicked over to the clock. This client always paid upfront for an hour, and it was rapidly coming to an end. He was always punctual, though, never overstepping his allotted time.
“Unfortunately, that’s almost your time, cher. Ya have a good time?” He made his voice softer, cooing almost. This client didn’t pay for enough time for proper aftercare, but Kremy had found he was more likely to call back sooner rather than later if he was a little sweet to him afterwards.
“Y-yes. Thank you.” Came the shaky reply.
“Me too. Now, go drink some water an’ have a snack or somethin’.” Kremy instructed, voice still soft.
“I will.” Kremy could hear rustling, like he was nodding. “I-. Thank you again.”
“Oh, you’re most welcome, sweetheart. Talk to you soon.” It had been a decent amount of trial and error, but this client responded best to ‘sweetheart’, so Kremy always tried to say it at least once when wrapping up their sessions.
“Talk to you soon.” He mumbled, all sweet and shy like he hadn’t just paid Kremy to berate and degrade him for a full hour while he masturbated furiously. He hung up a moment later, the little beep beep beep of the call disconnecting letting Kremy know he was free until his next client decided to call. It was evening, so he should have a decent amount of time to eat and take a bath. He needed to send an email to his landlord, too – his sink had been leaking, and it needed fixing sooner rather than later. Despite the mundanity ahead of him, a little frisson of excitement settled in his belly thinking about just who would be calling later.
He had many repeat clients, all with their own idiosyncrasies, but Red was his favourite. He was different from everyone else he spoke to, treating Kremy more like a long-distance lover than a phone sex hotline. His calls were frequent, and always late at night. He was flirty, and confident, and gave as good as he got.
His voice, too…It was deep, thick with a Yonian twang, and Kremy was pretty sure he’d have a very stable income if he started a business like Kremy’s. Whenever he called Kremy “darlin’” (something he did very frequently indeed), Kremy felt like he was about to melt into a little puddle. Or a very large puddle.
There was also the small matter that he shared so many of Kremy’s kinks that it was almost like he was made for him. Kremy very, very rarely actually did any of the things he said he was doing to his clients (he was pretty sure he’d injure himself if he did), but with Red…As long as it was feasible, he would, and he’d never faked an orgasm when on the line to him. Not that he’d ever told him that, obviously. He needed to retain some professional boundaries, after all.
Still, he had a series of little rituals he liked to do whenever he was anticipating a call from Red. He’d have as long a bath as he could, scrub and polish his scales, and cover himself in sweet-smelling lotion that kept them nice. Then, he’d select a nice little lingerie set to wear, slip into his silk robe, and wait for his call. Maybe he’d light a candle, if he felt like it.
This particular evening, after he ate, he had his bath, put on a black and red set Red had mentioned having a particular preference for – not that he’d ever seen it in person, but Kremy could be very descriptive, and he seemed to really like picturing Kremy in red – and got into bed, robe draped over his shoulders.
Warm from his bath, and cosy in his sheets, Kremy actually found himself dozing off, forgetting to email his apartment's management completely. He was awoken by the ringtone he’d picked out for Red – all his repeat clients had them, so he could get into whatever persona they wanted without checking who it was – and hastily answered the call, pushing himself up into a sitting position.
“Evenin’, Red.” He purred at the phone, voice a little lower, sleepier, than usual.
“Oh, shit, did I wake you up?” There was the voice Kremy had been waiting to hear, all sweetly concerned like he wasn’t currently paying Kremy to have this conversation with him.
“Mmm. No. But I am in bed.” Kremy lied, just a little. He stretched out, hoping the sound of his silk robe against the bedsheets would carry.
“Damn. Sorry.” Red sounded actually sorry, too, like he wasn't literally paying Kremy to have this conversation with him. Cute.
“No need to be sorry, cher. Always got time for ya.” Kremy purred. Usually a lie, but for Red it was actually true.
Kremy didn’t tend to picture the people he talked to, many of them simply faceless blobs with a list of preferences he stuck to. Red, on the other hand…he didn’t know exactly what he looked like, but if he wasn’t lying about his appearance (which he very well could be, Baron knew Kremy had to some clients in the past), he was tall, and broad, and sounded very much like the kind of guy Kremy was interested in.
“Heh. Thanks. Still sorry though.” He sounded bashful, and that made Kremy’s teeth ache to bite him.
“I can tell, y’ain’t asked what I’m wearin’ yet.” Kremy teased him.
A rich chuckle, one Kremy wanted to bottle.
“Somethin’ y’ look hot in, I bet.” He was grinning, Kremy could tell.
“Ya wanna guess, or ya want me to tell ya?” Kremy asked.
“Hmm…Think I wanna guess.” Red said. Kremy could hear the shuffle of clothes. He was getting himself comfy.
“Alright. Guessin’ it is. Ya want a clue to start?” Kremy reclined properly, figuring he may as well get comfortable, too.
“Nah. Ain’t as fun that way. Let’s see…Is it black?” Kremy could picture him, phone to his ear, tapping one finger against his chin.
“Ya think I’m only wearing one thing?” Kremy shot back.
“Hopin’, maybe. Easier to get to the good part that way.” Red was a shameless flirt. It made sense, considering what he was paying Kremy for, but Kremy still loved it.
“I’m all good parts, sugar.” Kremy said, teasing.
“Y’ got me there. Sure are. Alright, this li’l ensemble ya got on…is it black?” Kremy could feel the eye roll, hear the little huff of laughter.
“Parts of it are black.” Kremy said, smugly. He was well aware he was being annoying, but that was just the kind of mood he was in tonight. He knew Red wouldn’t mind.
“That ain’t helpful, darlin’.” Red said
“Good thing I wasn’t tryna be helpful, handsome.” Kremy wished there was a way for him to effectively blow a kiss at Red, beyond making an exaggerated ‘mwah!’ noise.
“Shoulda expected that. Y’ got a real smart mouth, ya know that?” Red said, tone slightly begrudging.
“Smart’s all ya gonna get from it unless ya get to guessin’.” Kremy reminded him.
“Alright, alright. So, parts are black…Ya wearin’ a robe? That blue one with the white an’ red flowers on it?” It wasn’t the smartest guess, considering Kremy only had one robe. Red was the only one of his clients that knew that, however.
“Yes.” Kremy replied, running a hand down it. The silk of the robe felt so good against his scales.
“An’ a lil nightdress under it?” Red’s voice was hopeful. Kremy had learned that he liked to “undress” Kremy, metaphorically peeling his layers off like Kremy was a gift, all wrapped up with a bow just for him.
“Uh huh.” The proper word was negligee, but Kremy had tried correcting him far too many times to no avail and had eventually just given up.
“Matchin’ panties, too?” Kremy imagined Red biting his lip, sliding a hand down his chest, getting ready to touch himself at the thought of Kremy in his lingerie.
“Would I ever wear anythin’ else?” Kremy tutted at him. Honestly, he’d been a client for months, and yet he still asked if what he was wearing all matched, in the same excited tone. It was unbearably endearing.
“No…Oh, fuck, darlin’. Y’ wear my favourite set, just for me?” Kremy loved how wrecked he always sounded, even before they had even got going.
“O’ course I did, cher. You’re my favourite, after all.”
Red groaned then, long and loud even through the tinny speakers.
“Gods. Bet y’ look so fuckin’ sexy right now. Wish I was there to pull that robe offa ya.”
“Mmm. Better be careful with my clothes, cher, or I might get mad atcha.” Kre said lightly.
“Y’ can be as mad at me as y’ want, so long as I get to see what ya got on underneath that robe.” Red’s voice was eager.
Kremy clicked his tongue, just once.
“Shit, sorry. I’ll treat your things real nice, I promise. Y’ just get me so fuckin’ hot, baby, I can’t help wantin’ to rush ahead.” Red tripped over himself to apologise, and a thrill went through Kremy at the sheer amount of power he held over him.
“Apology accepted. An’, as a reward, I’ll take my robe off for ya.” Feigning taking clothes off was actually a lot easier than actually taking clothes off, but Kremy made it work.
“Mmm, slip it off nice and slow for me.” Kremy could hear the click of a belt being undone, the rustle of trousers being shoved down, the soft noise of skin on skin.
“You touchin’ yourself?” Kremy asked, sliding his robe fully off himself. It pooled next to him on the bed, forgotten.
“Yeah.” Kremy heard Red’s hand speed up slightly. He was enjoying knowing that Kremy could hear him. He was a little bit of an exhibitionist, Kremy had learned that very quickly.
“Didn’t say ya could do that, did I?”
A long pause, a conspicuous lack of the slick noises Kremy had been enjoying. Then:
“Didn’t think we were playin’ like that tonight.” Red’s voice sounded thick, bordering on cautious.
A pause, just long enough to make him sweat. Then Kremy spoke:
“We ain’t. Just wanted to getcha heart racin’ a little.”
“Don’t need to scare me like that to do that, darlin’.” Red’s voice was a little strained.
“I know. Still wanted to.” Kremy grinned, even though Red couldn’t see it.
“You’re a Godsdamn tease.” Red groaned, and there were those noises again. A little creaking, too, likely from the bed he was laying on.
“Sure am. Whatcha gonna do about it?” Kremy flipped onto his stomach, back arching slightly.
“How long ya got?” Red said, half-laughing.
“For you? All night long.” Kremy purred.
“Might need it.” Red remarked.
“Mmm, don’t tease me. Tell me.” Kremy demanded.
“Li’l rich, you askin’ me not to tease, ain’t it? But maybe y’ need a good example of how to behave. Right now I’m thinkin’ about puttin’ ya over my knee, pushin’ up that nightdress, pullin’ down those cute li’l panties and spankin’ ya until y’ promise not to be so smart with me.” Oh, yes, that would do very nicely indeed. It was always a tossup of whether or not Red would want to take charge, or have Kremy take charge of him. It didn’t matter which, the result was always the same – a very, very satisfying time.
“Ooh, startin’ right on my bare skin? I have been bad, then.” Kremy said playfully, smirking. Red always liked it when he talked back.
“Y’ know y’ have. Might even give ya a couple right on ya slit. But if I did that, I’d see how wet ya are, wouldn’t I?” Red’s voice was getting gruffer, a little more authoritative.
“Maybe.” The real answer was yes, Kremy was practically dripping, but he wasn’t going to give Red what he was after that easily.
“Don’t be a brat.” It would have been a more effective threat if there wasn’t a very obvious smile in the tone.
“You love it.” Kremy fired back, also smiling. Gods, he loved this, this easy banter between them. He didn’t have to think about sticking to a script or saying the exact right thing, the words just came easily.
“Fuck, I do. Love it when you’re bratty. Wanna fuck it outta ya.” Red groaned. Kremy’s breath stuttered. Now that sounded like a very good time indeed.
“Lotta talk there, cher. And yet, I am distinctly unfucked at the moment.” Kremy sighed, sliding a hand down his body. His cock was almost fully out of his slit, pushing insistently against his underwear and throbbing with need.
“Gods. If y’ were actin’ like this, I’d shove a coupla fingers into ya, ‘cause I know you’re only doin’ it ‘cause ya need to get fucked real hard, don’tcha, baby? That’s why you’re actin’ out, ain’t it? I bet those fingers would go in real easy, betcha nice and wet for me, huh?” Kremy’s stomach swooped at the words, and he reached down to pull his underwear to the side and press a couple of fingers into himself, gasping sharply at the slight stretch. “Answer me.”
“Y-yeah. Could take ‘em real easy.” Kremy said, pumping his fingers in and out of himself slowly. He wanted to draw this out if he could.
“Mmm. Good. See, that wasn’t so hard, was it? Y’ can be good for me.” Red sounded smug. Kremy rolled his eyes good-naturedly.
“I’m always able to be good, cher. Whether or not I wanna be is a different matter entirely.” Kremy reminded him, moaning just a little so he knew what was happening on Kremy’s side of the phone.
“Fuck, baby, y’ touchin’ yourself?” Red was panting now, authoritative air thrown to the wayside. Kremy did have a name he gave to clients – Ky, not the most sophisticated of aliases, but it worked for him – but to Red he was darlin’, baby, gorgeous, sweetheart. He’d never had a penchant for pet names before (he tended to roll his eyes at what other clients called him) but with Red, it just felt…different. More authentic. Like he actually meant it, rather than that he was picturing Kremy as another person and his name was an inconvenience to remove.
“Mmm. Feels so good. I haven’t even taken the panties off, just pulled ‘em to the side. Got too excited by ya talkin’ about spankin’ me, had to take the edge off somehow.” Red liked to “fuck” Kremy with some clothes still on, and Kremy was very pleased with the shivering breath his comment elicited.
“Gods. I wanna fuck ya so hard.” There was always a point in the call where Red did away with all pretense and just got honest, grunting out short sentences about how much he wanted to stuff Kremy full of his cock. They were rapidly approaching that point, Kremy thought.
“Please.” Kremy whimpered, fingers speeding up. He needed to get himself ready to take the toy he had stashed next to him on the bed. He didn’t have to, of course, Red would never know the difference, but he would. “Think I wanna ride ya, tonight.”
“Oh, yeah? Y’ know I love it like that.” Kremy did know that, hence why he’d said it.
“Yeah. Wanna climb on top of ya, slide down onto you cock, have you fill me up…Oh, fuck.” Kremy slipped his underwear off and positioned himself over the toy, bearing down onto it as he spoke. It slid inside him with very little resistance indeed, making him feel instantly full yet ravenous for more. Baron below, he wanted to get fucked by Red, feel his breath on his neck, his teeth in his throat. His body heat inside of him.
“Y’ sound so good, darlin’. Wish I was there.” Could a person sound horny and mournful at the same time? Apparently so.
“Wish you were here too, cher. Wanna play with ya tits while I ride ya. Touch ‘em for me.” One of the first things Red had ever told Kremy about himself was that his chest was very, very sensitive, so of course Kremy had to bring it up every session. He started fucking himself onto the silicone toy, forcing breathy moans out of his chest.
“Fuck.” Red was officially past the point of eloquence. Kremy could hear the familiar noise of him fucking his fist, but there was also the sound of clothes rustling, of moans let out through clenched teeth. For someone that liked to take charge, he could be so obedient as well.
Kremy moved his hips in time with the noises Red was making, squeezing his eyes shut tight. If he concentrated on the sounds hard enough, it was almost like Red was in the room with him, that the bedding beneath him was his body, that the toy he was ramming into himself was actually his cock. His tongue lolled out of his mouth, panting hard at the thought.
For any other client, he’d be focused on making sure he was making the exact right moans, saying the exact right thing. Red didn’t need any of that, though. What he wanted was the actual sounds of Kremy enjoying himself, and that was something Kremy was more than happy to provide.
“I’m close.” Kremy gasped, hips jerking. “So close, sugar.”
“Fuck, fuck, comin’, Ky, Ky.” Not for the first time, Kremy wished he could give Red his real name, just to hear it groaned out when he climaxed.
“Red.” Kremy breathed, slit clenching and cock twitching as his eyes rolled back into his head. He circled his hips a few times, wringing the absolute most pleasure out of himself, moaning and whimpering as he did so. When he was finally finished, he fell back onto his back, toy still firmly inside himself.
“Wow.” Red laughed, breathing hard. “Just as amazin’ as always, darlin’.”
“Mmm, you too, cher.” Kremy tamped down a whimper as he pulled out the toy, oversensitive. A little whine still escaped him.
“Damn, the noises you make…So fuckin’ hot.” Red had been able to hear him, then.
“Careful, cher. I might think you’re goin’ for round two if ya keep talkin’ like that.” Not that Kremy would mind that, of course.
“I wish. Would stay up with ya all night, if I could. Got work in the mornin’ though, so I gotta head to bed soon. What about you? Whatcha doin’ with the rest of your evenin’?” There is was, the final piece of the puzzle that made Red Kremy’s favourite. He was never in a rush to hang up, always asked Kremy about his day, what he was doing that night, gently talking with him as they both came down from their respective highs. It felt…good. Nice. Like Red was something more than a client. Kremy could imagine Red bundling him up in his arms and just holding him as they talked.
“Oh, much the same as you, cher. Headin’ to bed. Just gotta email my landlord first. Got a coupla things around my apartment that need fixin’.” Kremy never shared anything too personal with Red, but he shared little tidbits of information.
“Aw, sweetheart, y’know I’d fix anythin’ for ya if I could. I’m real good with my hands.” Red’s tone was cheeky, and Kremy could imagine the cocky expression he was wearing.
“Mmm, I bet ya are. Gonna have to have some other guy come over an’ take care of it for me instead, though. Don’t get too jealous, now.” Kremy was laying it on a little thick, batting his eyelids at no-one, but Red seemed to appreciate it.
“S’alright darlin’. I know that fella won’t do it like I would. No use gettin’ jealous about a competition you’ve already won.” He sounded smug, now. Kremy couldn’t help but smile.
“Oh, it’s like that, huh? Well I hope the sub-par handyman that gets sent over will actually fix things, considerin’ I’m apparently missin’ out on the handiest man Avantris has to offer.” He said, clicking his fingers, Prestidigitating away the mess of slick and cum so he could get snuggled into bed. He leaned over to his bedside table and picked up his pack of cigarettes and lighter, lighting one and taking a deep drag of it.
“Sure is. If he don’t do it right, give me a call. I’ll make sure everything’s in tip-top shape for ya.” It was just a joke, but Kremy’s heart clenched a little. Red was a client, he knew that, but in the afterglow it was so easy to pretend they were something more. Something deeper. That he could just call him and have him come over.
“I’ll keep that in mind.” Kremy said, not wanting to shatter the illusion. He took a drag of his cigarette.
“Y’ better. Alright, darlin’, I better go. Thanks for this evenin’. Y’ were…incredible. Always are.” Red sounded bashful, like he was blushing. It was sweet. “I’ll call ya again soon, okay?”
“I’ll be waitin’.” Kremy said smoothly. It wasn’t a lie.
“Good. Hope the things in ya apartment get fixed up soon. Bye, Ky.”
“Bye, Red.” Kremy listened on the line to the final breath Red let out, before the beep beep beep sound of the phone being hung up. He took another deep drag of his cigarette, gazing out his window at the city lights. He felt good, satisfaction deep in his bones, but there was always a little hint of sadness that stuck around after Red hung up the phone.
He stayed like that, smoking and contemplating his call with Red, until he finished his cigarette. When it was done, he pushed it into the ashtray by his bed and sighed, grabbing his laptop. He had a landlord to email, and a broken sink to get fixed.