Page 81 of Hamartia

His eyes widen and I see his hand come up to his chest as he brushes it across his left nipple. “Show me,” he whispers.

My eyes almost bug out of my head even as my breath trips, before speeding up.

“You wanna see? My…cock?”

“Mmm. Please. If you are comfortable.”

It takes me less than a second to decide that I’m comfortable. I flip my camera around first and point it at my crotch, which is hard and tenting the fabric. Then I slide my hand into the waistband and push it down, exposing my cock and balls to the cool air. I hear Jae let out a low appreciative sound, then another, louder, as I wrap my hand around it and jerk it a few times.

“So hard,” he remarks.

“I was hard before you called me.”

“Because of my photo? Or because you thought of me in lingerie?”

“Both. It’s just…you, I think. You always make me hard, Jaehyun…” I manage through half gritted teeth. “So fucking hard.”

“Spit on your hand,” he says calmly. “Then touch yourself again.”

I obey without hesitation. Smoothing the saliva over my dick, as he makes soft appreciative noises. I miss his face so I flip the camera back and find him sitting up again. The hand that was rubbing his nipples isn’t anymore.

“What about you? You hard?” I ask.

“Yes.” He nods, flipping his camera to show me. The towel is open and his cock is hard against his open thigh, but he’s not touching it. His knees are pulled up as he touches himself lower, past his cock, between his legs. “I cannot wait to feel your cock here again…my fingers are good, but not as good as you.”

I let out a groan. “Fuck, I miss your hole, baby. So tight and warm…it’s perfect.”

“Mmm, yes. Did you like stretching me open, Raphael? Making me fit you?” He’s breathing hard now, through his nose as he bites his lip. “Did you?”

“Yes…I fucking loved it.” My hand speeds up, thumb scraping over my cockhead, spreading the precome over the crown. I want to touch my balls with my other hand but that would mean putting the phone down and that would mean not seeing his face.

“I liked it too. So much. I felt you for days after… I still feel you a little now.” He’s moaning now and his cheeks are pink and it’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. “I want to feel your come inside, Raphael. Feel you spilling out of me. Would you like that? To see your come dripping out of my hole?”

“Jesus…fuck, Jae.”

And then I’m coming. No warning. Spilling all over my knuckles as I milk myself through it, pumping hotly over and over. Jae’s mouth is open partly as he watches, and on pure instinct I flip the camera again and show him the last few spurts of my orgasm. I hear him come a second later and I flip it back, bathing in the glow that is Jaehyun coming. Soft, quick breaths that are delicate and almost feminine, gentle cries that are fucking melodic. He orgasms like he dances, controlled and expertly. But there’s a loosening of his body as he comes, an unravelling, like a ribbon in the wind, and it’s beautiful to watch.

He laughs softly and I can’t help but copy him.

“Well, that was not disappointing,” I say and he giggles softly.

“So, you miss my hole?” he ponders and I groan with embarrassment. He laughs harder and I realize that it’s somehow become one of my favorite sounds in the whole world. Lee Jaehyun’s laugh.

“Never trust anything I say on the brink of orgasm, ever. My brain is entirely in my dick.”

“So, then you don’t miss it? That is a shame.” He pouts, the embers of laughter in the corners of his eyes still.

“I miss every part of you,” I say and he sobers immediately.

I do too. Fully taken aback by how utterly sentimental that sounded. How deep it sounded. He looks…scared.

“I just mean, yeah. I miss it. I miss you. I know it doesn’t make a whole lot of sense, I know we only spent a few days together, but it felt like it was more than just a few days you know? It felt like a lifetime in some ways. Like a religious experience. I felt like that when I first saw you too. Like I heard angels singing or something.”

Fucking hell, what am I saying? Stop talking Rapha. Stop it. When I glance back at Jae he looks amused. Soft and sleepy and not scared. Just amused. Relief hits every cell in my body.

“A religious experience?” He laughs, not derisive, just endearing. Like he finds me cute or something. “Angels singing? I am starting to think maybe I should not trust what you sayafteran orgasm either. Is your brain still in your dick?”

I laugh at that. “Maybe…you know what, maybe. Or maybe I left it up your ass or something.”