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“No.” Ollie fisted his cock. “I want you to get off with me so I can hear you too. Would you like that?”

A growl rumbled down the phone line. “Yes, Ollie. So much. C-can we do that? Please ?”

Chills coursed through Ollie from head to toe. Dante sounded like Ollie held the keys to his salvation. “Fuck yeah, Dante. We can do that.”

Dante groaned so deeply that Ollie felt it in his chest.

He switched his phone to speaker and set it by his ear before grabbing the lube. “I’ve got a plug in my ass. Do you like knowing that?”

“ Ngh ,” Dante grunted, rustling coming down the line like he was getting his clothes out of the way. “Is that what you were doing before? Opening yourself?”

“Yeah, opening for your cock.” Ollie squirted lube in his palm and began stroking himself. “Should I turn the vibrator on?”

“Yes, please.” Dante panted, more rustling sounds in the background.

“Tell me what you’re doing first.”

“Oh…um…” Dante paused. “I’m jerking off.”

A frisson of uncertainty radiated through the bond like Dante was out of his depth. Ollie went tender and mushy all over. Maybe Dante had never had phone sex. Ollie hadn’t either, but he was happy to take the lead. He’d started it after all.

“Are you naked?” he asked, voice low. “I’m naked. On my back in bed. I’m turning the plug on now…oh yeah, goddamn, that’s it.” Vibrations rocked through his core, hitting his bundle of nerves, his toes curling.

“Fuck.” Dante’s breathing came heavier. “You’re so enthusiastic, so open. I…I’m not totally naked. My pants are around my ankles. I’m stroking myself, but it’s not enough. My tail is out. I need you to touch it, Ollie. Please.”

Dante sounded desperate. Hell, Ollie could feel his desperation. It flooded the bond and would have knocked Ollie off his feet if he’d been standing. Dante had this frantic edge to him like he couldn’t handle the magnitude of his lust, even as it grew stronger.

Ollie stroked himself. He wouldn’t last long. Not when every sensation was heightened. Not when he knew with absolute certainty how Dante felt about him and how good he made Dante feel.

“You want me to touch your tail?” Ollie crooned, jerking himself harder as he felt Dante melt in response to his words. “Tell me how you like it. Where should I touch it?”

“The base,” Dante panted. “It’s sensitive, like my cock.”

“I’ve got you.” Ollie reveled in Dante’s responding whine. “ Does that feel good? Me jacking your tail? You could fuck my throat while I touched it. On my knees, your hands in my hair.”

“ Ugh ,” Dante moaned. “Ollie, fuck, you’ll undo me.”

“That’s exactly what I want. Touch your tail, Dante. I want to feel how good it is for you.”

“ Uh-h ,” Dante groaned. “Ollie, please. I’m touching it. I’m touching my tail for you.”

“You’re so good, Dante. You feel so good.” Ollie’s back arched. He’d never felt anything like this. His spine tingled right above his ass, where a tail would be if he had one. Every last one of his nerves sang with pleasure.

“Bite me, Dante. Bite me. I’m gonna come.”

Dante’s strangled cry filled Ollie’s ears, his orgasm electrifying the bond. Ollie forgot the plug in his ass and his hand on his cock. All he felt was Dante coming inside him. Dante’s cock and his cum might not be present, but Dante was in Ollie. Filling his whole body. His soul.

Pleasure exploded through Ollie. His dick jerked and cum flooded his stomach. “Dante,” he moaned, head thrown back.

Heavy breathing emanated from the phone. “Ollie, my mate. Oh, Ollie.”

Ollie’s chest expanded, filled to the brim. This was the best moment of his life. Connected to Dante so thoroughly that he couldn’t tell where either ended or began, and the only thing between them was pleasure. He basked in it for as long as he could.

Eventually, the vibrations in his ass became uncomfortable, and he turned off the plug before pulling it out with a wince.

“You okay?” Dante asked.

Ollie’s heart skipped. Dante’s knowledge of his every feeling was far more jarring now than it’d been a minute ago. “I’m good. Probably should have done a bit more prep, that’s all. ”

“Oh…um…” Confusion swirled around them, and Ollie couldn’t tell who it was coming from.

Shit. He needed to close his mind but had no idea how.

“I hope you enjoyed that,” Dante said quietly.

The feelings between them faded like Dante was dampening their connection, but not before a flash of hurt hit Ollie in the gut.

“I did. That was the most spectacular thing that’s ever happened to me.”

Dante snorted, the sound seeming to catch him by surprise as he stifled it.

“I’m serious. It was. I’m not ready to share all of me all the time, but I don’t regret what happened.” And he didn’t, right? Part of him wanted to do it all over again and let Dante in completely. But he was scared. What did all this mean?

“I don’t regret it either,” Dante said, something warm brushing against Ollie like Dante had sent it down the bond. “Now get some sleep. You should be able to rest well after that.”

Ollie wiped up with some tissues and discarded them and the plug on his side table. He closed his eyes. “Yeah. You too, Dante. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Ollie,” he said with almost painful delicacy and ended the call.