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“So you’ll be flying over next week, right?”
“Yep. And staying for the whole break. Don’t go trying to get rid of me now,” Sylvain re-confirmed.
You chuckled at the mirth in his voice, and fiddled with your phone a bit.
“Hold on. I just got out of the shower and I still need to dry my hair so I’m putting you on speaker.” As soon as you set it down at the edge of your vanity table, his voice filled the room with a crackled, ‘ all good now? ’
“All good,” you respond. You grab the towel around your neck to ruffle out your hair before continuing, “So how're your exams going so far? Anything going particularly awful for you lately?”
“Oh, you know... The usual.” You hear him shuffle around a bit on the other end, and you assume he must’ve settled onto his bed to converse more comfortably.
“Which means barely studying and mostly chilling around to take your exams, huh?”
“You know me so well, babe,” Sylvain laughs through the receiver. It merely causes you to roll your eyes.
“Lucky you,” you sigh while fluffing the ends of your hair with the damp towel. “You have no idea how many all nighters I ended up pulling. Caspar makes an awful study partner, did you know? We wouldn’t have gotten anything done if it weren’t for Annette snapping him to attention every hour.”
“Sounds like you had quite the week. Sorry I couldn’t be there for you, sunshine.”
“It isn’t even over yet, but I’m managing. Thanks, Syl. And before you ask, yes I’ve been doing fine. Apart from how little I’ve been sleeping. Mercedes checks up to deliver food and make sure I’m alive. An absolute godsend. I love her.”
“That’s my girl. My favorite little hard worker.”
“Me? Or Mercie?”
“Mercedes, of course,” Sylvain scoffs, but you can hear the stifled snickering pressing through. “Definitely not you.”
You gasp simply for the theatrics of it, but join Sylvain in his laughter.
“Oh, before I forget,” you cut off your laughter as you both settle down, “is there anything you wanna do while you’re over in town? There’s a new pastry shop in the area that Annette mentioned, but I haven’t had the time to go yet.”
He hums, and you hear more quiet rustling before he responds.
“We can definitely go if you want to. But I was thinking more like lazing around your place, cooking together and just cuddling, y’know? No plans, just going with it once I get there and whatnot.”
Sylvain knows by now that you’ve gone quiet with a blush. You remember in the beginning how you thought he was uncharacteristically the domestic type of boyfriend. One would think he would be more flashy, the type to show off his lover and lather you in public affection. But as it would turn out, he preferred to spend a lot of time alone with you. Together, but alone and away from prying eyes; it kept his jealous streak at bay, and you didn’t have to glare at women who would blatantly ogle your obviously smitten boyfriend, so it was a win-win.
You notice that Sylvain has gone silent. Usually, he would be teasing you over the phone, commenting on how red your face must have become. Suddenly, there’s a low groan coming from his end. Muffled, but definitely a groan.
“Sylvain? Are you alright?”
“Fine,” he huffs, sounding a tad too strained for your liking. “It’s all good. Just... just keep talking, yeah? What exams do you have left?”
You glance at your phone with your eyebrows raised, but don't think too much of it. Sylvain was a pretty unusual guy after all, and if he insisted it was fine, then it’d be fine.
“Just one more,” you pause to recall, “One of my electives. I think it was anthro.”
It takes him a few seconds to respond again, and this time you can definitely hear his heavy breathing.
“Yeah? Then what’re you doing calling me, babe. You should be studying like a good girl.”
You blink once. Twice. Realization slowly dawns on you.
“Sylvain Jose Gautier. Are you jerking off to my voice?”
There it was, another heady groan through the speakers. He knew he was caught.
“Shit, sorry I— shit you just sounded so good, I couldn’t help it,” Sylvain scrambles to find an excuse, voice lilting with a quiet whimper.
His sounds were unrestrained now that you’d found out. Some stuttered breathing, a choked gasp of air, and a low mutterings of your name. If you close your eyes, you can envision Sylvain laying back on his sheets, his phone discarded on the pillow next to him. He’d have one hand messing up his hair, tugging at the roots in a pitiful attempt to stay sane while the other would tease the head of his cock, thumbing the twitching appendage the exact way you would.
No, not the exact way. Try as he might, nothing could imitate the way your hands felt on him.
“Can... can you keep talking? I just want to hear you.”
“Do you want to switch to video call?”
Sylvain lets out a high pitched moan, wanton and lustful.
“Would you? You don’t mind?” He obviously wants to, if the way he whimpers a trailing ‘ please ’ is any indication.
You don’t even respond before grabbing your phone to switch the camera on. It takes him only a second longer to turn his camera on too.
You were right. He shifted up on the bed, back against the headboard, but his hair was clearly mussed up. There was a thin sheen of sweat on his skin, and you could see his opposite shoulder flexing with his frenzied movements. He was shirtless because of course he was, Sylvain always slept shirtless. But that was all that the frame captured. The lewd squelching you could faintly hear couldn’t be seen, and your mind was running with the image it had conjured up.
Sylvain sighs as if the mere sight of you through the tiny screen eased any amount of his physical tension.
“Goddess… you’re so pretty, so goddamn pretty,” Sylvain groans. You caught the way his tongue darted out to lick his lips. You wished it was your tongue doing so instead. “Can’t wait to see you…”
“Yeah?” You hum in amusement. It was typically you who was at the mercy of his teasing, so the times Sylvain got worked up over you were moments to indulge in. “What do you want to do when you see me?”
“Can’t... I’m not gonna last.”
“Tell me what you want to do to me.”
The subtle way you reworded yourself didn’t go unnoticed by Sylvain. He caved at your demand.
“I want to taste you, so, so badly. I miss the way you taste,” he hisses and throws his head back. The red flush on his cheeks was creeping down his neck, visible even in the low lighting of his room. “Fuck, I really want you to sit on my face,” Sylvain laughs, all airy and dopey, but he stops with another groan. “Will you sit on my face when I get back? Please?”
“Of course,” you nod for him. “Do you think about that often? Me riding your face and coming on your tongue?”
“So often, too often probably. Can never get enough of you,” Sylvain interjects, eager to vocalize just how parched he was for you. “I want to wake up in the morning next to you—you’re gorgeous when you sleep, you know? And–and I want to wake you up by going down on you, and you do that thing where you push my head closer and pull on my hair and grind into my mouth. It’s so hot when you do that. Would you be mad if you woke up with me between your legs?”
You can’t help but laugh. “No, absolutely not. I can’t think of a better way to wake up.”
Sylvain sighs at you all dreamy. You know he squirms by the way the camera shakes in his attempt to adjust.
“And then... we’d be making breakfast together. I really want to see you in one of those cute skimpy aprons, and you’re not wearing anything under,” Sylvain continues, his head rolling back just from his own description. “You’d probably yell at me about the pancakes burning, but I wouldn’t care because you’d look so fuckable and I’d bend you over the kitchen counter right there. Maybe tease you until you beg me for it.”
“The pancakes would definitely burn.”
“Would you yell at me?” Sylvain’s eyes bore into you through the camera, hazy and unfocused yet so piercing nonetheless.
“Oh, absolutely.”
He smirks. “It’d be worth it.”
“What else did you have in mind?”
He must be close. He groans and his breathing hitches for a moment before he relaxes again to continue.
“Fuck you on every surface of your home, probably,” Sylvain answers easily. “Especially in front of that mirror in the hall. I want you to see how good you look with my cock up your pussy, dripping wet all over me.”
“Twice over? We’ve got all of summer break, after all.”
“ Thrice , at least. I’m counting on it,” he fires back. “Shit. Can you... I’m sorry, babe. Can you... touch yourself? I’m so close. I really want to see you.”
“Only if you prop your phone up somewhere and let me watch. I want to see you doing your thing.”
There is a moment of stillness before the camera goes blurry in his haste. You hear various items falling, no doubt from Sylvain sweeping things haphazardly off the bedside table to make room for an impromptu phone stand. You’ve already got your shirt flung halfway across the room and begun working on getting your pesky shorts off.
“No bra, babe?”
“I just showered, remember?” You respond snarkily. But you find yourself at a loss of words when you look back up at your phone and see the way the camera captures Sylvain.
The lights are still dim, but that doesn’t do much to hide how he’s sensually sprawled on his back, shoulders turned just slightly towards you. He’s tugging at a whole handful of cock in his fist, and even through the grainy pixels you notice delicious looking rivulets of precome glistening at the tip. He looks at you ravenously, and swipes a finger over his tip in chase of pleasure.
It takes some trial and error, but you finally manage to stand your phone on the windowsill beside your bed. Sylvain watches intently, gaze glued to your every movement as you peel away your panties and coyly part your legs for him to appreciate.
“You’re so wet ,” he very nearly growls, and you see the movement of his hand grow more frantic.
“Only because of you. Only for you.”
“I miss you so much,” Sylvain mutters. “Miss you and your tight little cunt so much. Do you miss my cock, babe?”
You’re so wet that you can easily slide two fingers between your folds. It’s a shame that it’s a replacement for the promise of something better.
“Yeah...” you manage to breathe. “Miss you so much Sylvain. The way you fuck me with your huge cock... I want it so bad.”
“Touch your clit, sweetheart,” Sylvain orders, and you comply straight away with a choked sob. “It’s not enough after knowing how my fingers feel, huh?”
He’s right. He’s so right and he knows it. It doesn’t feel the same to finger yourself pathetically, unable to reach all the spots within you that Sylvain can brush against easily and has long since memorized. You can’t move the same way he does, vigorous and punishing and scissoring your walls apart. It isn’t the same when he isn’t there to pin you in place as you thrash and gasp and fall to pieces underneath him.
“... are you close?” Sylvain’s voice is raspy, undoubtedly because of how tense he’s getting.
It’s ridiculous. You’ve only just begun touching yourself and you feel the onset of climax approaching far too quickly.
“I’m close,” you whimper, barely audible. “So close, thinking of how next week you’ll come through my door and fuck me into this mattress.”
“Me too, babe.” There’s a furrow between his brows, deep in concentration trying to think of your hands wrapped around his cock instead. “Shit, shit , I’m gonna come.”
There’s no sound other than obscene squelching, from both your end and his. There’s a quiet grunt, the noise of a wet splattering, and then a loud heave of breath from Sylvain.
You’re still working towards it, now shoving a third finger to thrust open your pulsating pussy and rubbing tirelessly at your poor clit. You look at the phone teary eyed and your breathing stutters. Sylvain is smiling at you, wearing a cheshire grin as he watches your fingers ease in and out of you, legs spread pornographically and cunt oozing slick onto the blanket.
That was all it took, really. With a yelp of his name, you’re coming undone while Sylvain’s eyes are trained on each little clench and throb of your hole.
And then there’s Sylvain, laying there with his own come smeared across his abs. Despite the absolutely lewd scene, there’s a familiar fondness in his eyes as he watches you.
It takes a minute for you to calm down completely, and even then you flinch when pulling out your fingers. Sylvain is still watching intensely, taking a deep breath in particular when your cunt gapes for a moment before closing around nothing.
He finally breaks the silence himself.
“Fuck... Next week isn’t soon enough,” Sylvain sighs while reaching for napkins that he now realizes were one of the objects he’d shoved off the table earlier. “Sorry, babe. I didn’t mean to get all horny on you.”
You find your towel from earlier and wipe your fingers on it.
“Don’t worry, Syl. Just keep thinking of how you get to fuck me every hour of summer vacation and it’ll be next week in no time.”
His face goes full red, and he’s in the middle of exclaiming your name when you abruptly end the call. You were tired and in desperate need of a nice long sleep now, and you had a feeling you might need it in case Sylvain decides to change up plans and show up at your door only three days later.