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kinkfestTitle: Hands Free (sort of)
Author: Ladyofshadow
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: masturbation, phonesex, mild language
Word count: 575
Prompt: Weiss Kreuz, Yohji/Ken: phonesex on a mission - "Just multi-tasking."
Typical stake out duty involved hours of waiting.
Maybe you’d snap some photos if the target did something interesting or you maybe you’d even jot down some notes about the target’s habits, but more often than not it was babysitting with few opportunities for stimulation - unless you made it interesting.
“Oy Siberian.”
“Yeah, Balinese?”
“Anything at your end?”
“Nothing yet,” Ken said adjusting the ear piece for the hands free cell phone. “It’s all quiet on the north side.”
“Likewise here at the south,” Yohji said. “I’d much rather be in my bed.”
“Me too,” Ken said.
“Oh really? What would you be doing in your bed?”
“Sleeping,” Ken said matter-of-factly. He paused, “What else would I be doing?”
“You can’t be that naïve,” Yohji said. “I know you don’t bring the girls back to the apartment, but you gotta at least touch yourself.”
Ken sputtered.
“I can feel you blushing,” Yohji chuckled. “I come in late and it’s not silence that I hear coming from your room.”
“I…I’m not sure I want to talk about this now,” Ken said quickly.
“Why not? You’re not going anywhere and with the string of missions lately we haven’t had guy time,” Yohji said.
“Guy time? Is that what you’re calling it now?”
“I’d call it something sexier if you’d take that extra step,” Yohji said. “Watching porn is fine, but it’s no replacement for the real thing. I could help you late at night you know. Another hand running up and down your cock will make you harder than what you can ever do to yourself.”
Ken swallowed. “I…um…”
“Especially with a little lube,” Yohji said, “that makes it slick. Helps you to pump faster and boy does it get hot.”
“You can’t just go into a store and buy lube without everyone staring,” Ken muttered.
“You ain’t going to the right stores,” Yohji said. “Besides, you can always ask me for some. I can help you decide on the right one.”
There was a long pause.
“Siberian? You still there?”
“Yeah, sorry,” Ken said. “Thought I saw movement.”
“Oh I bet there was movement,” Yohji said. In a husky voice, “You’re hard, aren’t you?”
Ken shifted.
“I bet you are,” Yohji continued. “If I was over there right now, I’d kiss you hard and push you against the wall. I’d rub against you and then I’d slip my hands into your pants to give you a squeeze. When you moaned against my mouth I’d tease your tongue and pull out my hand to unzip your jeans. Ripping down your pants, I’d play with the elastic of your boxers before pulling them down. I’d take you in my hand again and roll your flesh, teasing your balls with my fingers. I’d pull away, just enough and pour the lube on my hands. I’d press against you once more and grind you into the wall before I’d reach down and pump your cock as I fucked your mouth.”
Ken groaned. “Dammit, not on a mission!”
Yohji chuckled. “I suppose you’re right. If you’re not used to masturbating during surveillance it’s kind of tricky to pay attention.”
“You’re not…? Oh hell!”
“You okay over there?”
“Don’t tell me you do that on every stake out?!”
Yohji smirked. “You should’ve seen me in my P.I. days.”
“Shit.”
“You bring a change of pants?”
“I…I…don’t need them” Ken said awkwardly.
“Bad kitty,” Yohji teased. “Make sure you clean up your mess.”
Author: Ladyofshadow
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: masturbation, phonesex, mild language
Word count: 575
Prompt: Weiss Kreuz, Yohji/Ken: phonesex on a mission - "Just multi-tasking."
Typical stake out duty involved hours of waiting.
Maybe you’d snap some photos if the target did something interesting or you maybe you’d even jot down some notes about the target’s habits, but more often than not it was babysitting with few opportunities for stimulation - unless you made it interesting.
“Oy Siberian.”
“Yeah, Balinese?”
“Anything at your end?”
“Nothing yet,” Ken said adjusting the ear piece for the hands free cell phone. “It’s all quiet on the north side.”
“Likewise here at the south,” Yohji said. “I’d much rather be in my bed.”
“Me too,” Ken said.
“Oh really? What would you be doing in your bed?”
“Sleeping,” Ken said matter-of-factly. He paused, “What else would I be doing?”
“You can’t be that naïve,” Yohji said. “I know you don’t bring the girls back to the apartment, but you gotta at least touch yourself.”
Ken sputtered.
“I can feel you blushing,” Yohji chuckled. “I come in late and it’s not silence that I hear coming from your room.”
“I…I’m not sure I want to talk about this now,” Ken said quickly.
“Why not? You’re not going anywhere and with the string of missions lately we haven’t had guy time,” Yohji said.
“Guy time? Is that what you’re calling it now?”
“I’d call it something sexier if you’d take that extra step,” Yohji said. “Watching porn is fine, but it’s no replacement for the real thing. I could help you late at night you know. Another hand running up and down your cock will make you harder than what you can ever do to yourself.”
Ken swallowed. “I…um…”
“Especially with a little lube,” Yohji said, “that makes it slick. Helps you to pump faster and boy does it get hot.”
“You can’t just go into a store and buy lube without everyone staring,” Ken muttered.
“You ain’t going to the right stores,” Yohji said. “Besides, you can always ask me for some. I can help you decide on the right one.”
There was a long pause.
“Siberian? You still there?”
“Yeah, sorry,” Ken said. “Thought I saw movement.”
“Oh I bet there was movement,” Yohji said. In a husky voice, “You’re hard, aren’t you?”
Ken shifted.
“I bet you are,” Yohji continued. “If I was over there right now, I’d kiss you hard and push you against the wall. I’d rub against you and then I’d slip my hands into your pants to give you a squeeze. When you moaned against my mouth I’d tease your tongue and pull out my hand to unzip your jeans. Ripping down your pants, I’d play with the elastic of your boxers before pulling them down. I’d take you in my hand again and roll your flesh, teasing your balls with my fingers. I’d pull away, just enough and pour the lube on my hands. I’d press against you once more and grind you into the wall before I’d reach down and pump your cock as I fucked your mouth.”
Ken groaned. “Dammit, not on a mission!”
Yohji chuckled. “I suppose you’re right. If you’re not used to masturbating during surveillance it’s kind of tricky to pay attention.”
“You’re not…? Oh hell!”
“You okay over there?”
“Don’t tell me you do that on every stake out?!”
Yohji smirked. “You should’ve seen me in my P.I. days.”
“Shit.”
“You bring a change of pants?”
“I…I…don’t need them” Ken said awkwardly.
“Bad kitty,” Yohji teased. “Make sure you clean up your mess.”
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