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It started with a rouge gym selfie. Just your regular Thursday morning sweat dripping down Eijirou’s pecs so clearly seen through the phone, he felt the desire to lick him. Run his tongue up and down the grooves of his muscles. Salivating, Katsuki screenshotted the selfie and went face down on his desk, groaning. Eijirou was away on a mission and the rare photos he got were cherished jerk off material until he returned… in two long months.
Hours later, he returned the favor with a shirtless flex in their bathroom mirror. Katsuki was fresh from the shower, towel wrapped around his waist as he snapped an effortless pic. A drop of water from his now flattened hair making it’s way to his chest, mirroring Eijirou earlier. Satisfaction roared through Katsuki’s veins as the phone vibrated, indicating it had been sent.
A battle had commenced.
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The next afternoon, Eijirou was the next to strike with a direct lewd photo: a barely concealed bulge behind his red gym shorts as he laid on his back on the crisp, white, hotel bed sheets. It left little to the imagination and Katsuki was floating. How many days left until he could see Eijirou again? He glanced at the calendar on the wall. There were still forty five days left. With a month an a half without his partner, he wasn’t sure how long he could last simply observing his partner’s glory through the pixels in his phone.
But, he wasn’t going to be the first to give in. He was a hero and he had, for lack of a better term, big balls (there were many better terms, but the undertones made Katsuki chuckle).
Hypnotized by Eijirou’s bulge and dreaming about what lay underneath, Katsuki jerked back to attention as wiped the drool from his chin. Two can play this game. Deciding he had to be wearing less clothing to win the point this round, he stripped down to his boxers. His tank top and jeans landing in the corner of the room with the promise to pick them up after his mission. This was more important than laundry.
You see, he and Eijirou had a healthy sex life. They had sex at least three nights a week. Their communication style was open and they explored any kinky idea the other had. You should have seen them the night that Katsuki brought a thick, wooden paddle home unprompted. A burgundy stained paddle with aerodynamic holes throughout the center. A perfect punishing tool. That paddle had a date with a certain red-headed brat’s ass. Katsuki hadn’t planned on bringing it home, but he passed the sex shop on his patrol and circled back before they closed after his shift. He was simply going to buy skin safe candles and lube, but when he made eye contact with that paddle, his mind was filled with approximately fifty-seven dirty scenarios he can put his boyfriend in. So, he immediately turned to the bored and annoyed shop clerk and bought the paddle. Immediately, he came home and introduced the paddle to the bottom of his bottom. After about thirty whacks, Eijirou was flying, so they fucked, rough as always, before collapsing on their bed. Sweat soaked and euphoric, Katsuki vowed to wander into the store with Eijirou next time.
So, yes, they had a healthy sex life and him being so far away was actual torture. Not just from the distance, but from the amount of blue balls he had. Sure, he could masturbate, but what good is that when he’s been inside the tightest ass he’s ever had. His hand just felt... bleh. Sure, he can close his eyes and pretend it’s his boyfriend’s hand wrapped around his cock. Pumping up and down, rubbing across the tip. If he focuses hard enough, he can smell Eijirou’s cologne, a woodsy ‘manly’ scent he swore by, and hear his breathy moans. The wet chuffs directly into his ear. The hand on his cock moving swiftly, applying just the right amount of pressure. The open mouth just waiting to swallow his cum.
He shivered. He wasn’t sure if it was from the cold or the arousal, but he brushed it off before trying to concentrate on the best way to take this photo. He tried to angle the phone so that his head was in the top left of the camera. With his body in place, he attempted to twist his face into something he hoped was sexy before pressing the camera button. Pulling the camera close to his face, he groaned at the sight of the picture:
He looked awkwardly contorted, bent over and just in pain. Deleting the picture, he sighed and glanced around their bedroom. On one side, there was a massive mirror (sometimes they liked to watch themselves, don’t make it weird), and on the other was their desk. Eijirou bought this stupidly large leather chair that makes you feel like you’re the villain in a Bond movie. You just slow reveal and you’re on the other side petting a cat while committing tax fraud.
Inspiration struck him at that very moment. Feet padded toward the desk and hands gripped the arm rests of the leather desk chair. It was this second that Katsuki was grateful they bought a desk chair with wheels.
Once it was set up, facing the mirror, he sat in his throne and damn did he need a crown. Maybe he could talk Eijirou into some roleplay where Katsuki was the King and he was a concubine. He added that to the mental list.
Thighs spread, bulge obviously front and center, Katsuki sat back with a smirk on his face and snapped the picture.
This time, he looked majestic. Sexy. He pressed send.
Hook, link and sinker.
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Katsuki didn’t receive another lewd photo for a week and a half. He could have sent another, but then he seemed desperate and this was a war he was trying to win. He couldn’t attack twice in this game. The ball was in Eijirou’s court and all he had to do was wait for an attachment to be sent.
He got jumpscared when an attachment came in on Wednesday while he was at the office, but it turned out it was just their utilities bill breakdown for their agency. Phew. No one else gets to see his body but Katsuki, if you ignored the fact that his hero costume had him half naked for the world to see. Katsuki wasn’t jealous... anymore.
Finally, ten days after he sent the last picture, he got a picture, and it was a picture indeed. Such a picture that Katsuki dropped his phone and bluescreened. Forgot words existed and just blanked.
It was Eijirou’s cock in all it’s glory. Standing tall with that rogue patch of black hair at its base. Katsuki missed it so much he could almost smell his musk and taste the saltiness of his precum as he licked Eijirou for all he was worth. There was a caption underneath the picture, but Katsuki was too far off in his day dream to notice. That was until another photo came in. Katsuki composed himself for approximately point three seconds, read the caption: miss you babe xx, and then went back to allowing all of his brain to flow into his dick because he was enjoying the images he was finally getting to see after so long away from his partner.
In the second picture, Eijirou’s hand was wrapped tight around his shaft. Katsuki could tell he was gripping tight because the veins in his hand were standing strong. He wondered if they were throbbing. What would they feel like under his tongue? Using his hand, his foreskin was pulled back so that his head was peeking out.
God, Katsuki missed him. Missed the weight of Eijirou in his hand, in his mouth. The photo wasn’t a good replacement, but it would have to do until the real thing came home. He could survive off this until then.
Hastily, he removed his own pants. Swiftly, but not gracefully, because in his haste he tripped and landed on the edge of the bed. Somehow, in his struggle, he managed to kick off his pants and underwear.
Two could play this game. It was his turn to shine now.
He laid back against the pillows and shuffled until he was comfortable. This was going to be too easy. Using his right hand to hold his phone, he moved his left to grip his cock. An accidental jerk of his wrist causing him to moan. Lazily, he stroked himself to full hardness before positioning the camera and taking his own picture of his dick to send to his boyfriend.
There it was. Standing in all its glory. His eight inch cock. A cock that was missing its home. Dreaming of Eijirou’s hole, it twitched once the photo was taken, as if it knew to anticipate more.
He pressed send before he could second guess anything, but he didn’t stop stroking himself.
While he waited for a response, Katsuki dreamt of the last time they had sex. Made love even. It was slow and passionate, because they knew they would be separated for a long period of time. Every time he entered Eijirou, he felt like it was entering heaven and he was being given a glimpse of it. He craved that sliver of paradise again. Wanted that drug in his veins. Instead, he had to settle for the dregs of dreams that were still floating in his memories.
He was so lost in his head, he barely heard his phone go off. Barely. He snatched up his phone in anticipation of a response. Was Eijirou touching himself right now?
When he opened the message, he was given his answer. Eijirou was touching himself. On camera. For Katsuki. Right now.
“Good boy,” Katsuki breathed, eyes glued on his screen. “Keep going. Just like that, yeah.”
He needed to step his game up if he wanted to win the war. What would be better than that picture? The real thing of course, but Eijirou was too far away for that dream to come true.
But a video? That would steal his breath away. Maybe even make him harder than he was right now. Surely that would result in a win. The only way to know was to try. So, that’s the exact direction he was going to take.
His cock stood erect and proud, a bead of pre cum forming at the top as he imagined all the things he would do to his boyfriend if he were here. His hands were itching to bring out the paddle again. Longed to paint Eijirou’s ass red. Have his ass match his dye job. How kinky would their reunion be? Could he break out the handcuffs and vibrators? Or would they just make love after being separated for so long? He would be happy to have him any way he could have him as long as they were connected. He needed to be intimate with him the moment they reconnected. Not because he just wanted to get his dick wet or viewed Eijirou as a sex toy, sex with Eijirou was ethereal. He felt he ascended to a higher power because he was loved so warmly in a way he never thought would be possible. Sex with Eijirou gave him life and showed him love. It was more than just a way to get off. It was a way two people connected to transcend their bond.
Feelings aside, he didn’t have his partner with him. All he had was a camera and an erection that wouldn’t go down. He needed to make his move before he lost their unofficial game. So, he struck by holding his camera in one hand and stroking his cock tantalizingly for the camera. He moaned earnestly as it echoed across his bedroom walls and translated into the camera’s microphone. Fifteen seconds of filming was all it took before Katsuki deemed it successful and sent it off, not removing his hand from his cock.
Letting his mind wander, he continued to stroke himself at the thought of his partner. It had been so long since he had even touched himself that he felt like he was reaching his peak rather quickly.
Another video came through and he let out a groan when he watched it. Eijirou must have been feeling pent up too because he sent a video of himself cumming. Katsuki felt hypnotized as he watched the way his cum spouted from his tip. He was so into the video, he hadn’t realized he was speeding up his ministrations on himself. Luckily, his phone was in his hand and he aimed it at his cock. Just in time, he was able to press record as he began to cum. Hopefully, his loud noises wouldn’t deafen Eijirou through the phone.
He pressed send.
As he laid there, panting, hand covered in cum, he deduced that maybe this game ended in a tie after all.