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It's a little after eight when the Skype call comes through. It pings with a sound that reminds Yusuke of flowers floating down a river. It's a clear telling that lets him know who is calling without even having to look at the laptop.
His lover.
Yusuke, excited and missing the other man, runs from the kitchen to the living room to answer his call.
Kurama's beautiful face shows up on the screen after pressing a few buttons.
"Hey, fox. How was work?" Yusuke doesn't give the man a chance to speak before he questions him.
Kurama's pleasant chuckle rings out from the speakers, delighted by his lover's boyish eagerness. "Hello, Yusuke. You seem in a good mood, though I'm sorry to ruin it by telling you that my day has been quite tedious."
"Do you want to talk about it?" He leans back into the sofa after giving the floor to the man, and Kurama takes it. The redhead man proceeds to elaborate, going into detail about his day, and Yusuke, for his part, tries to follow with an attentive mind, but he finds it difficult to stay focused. The subject matter isn't his forte, but his main issue is that he hasn't seen his favorite fox, in person, for over a month, due to the man going to another town to represent his company and help facilitate a smooth merger, and because of that he missed the man a little too much. A part of him that he had been forced to take care of alone twitched in agreement.
He was deeply engrossed in his thoughts that he nearly missed the way Kurama casually sat up and suggestively said. "But you know that I didn't call to talk about work."
Sitting up with interest, Yusuke met Kurama's eyes on the screen. He could see arousal swirling in their depths. "Oh, you didn't?"
He tries to go for casual coyness, but he thinks he comes off sounding more eager than anything, and it wouldn't be far from the truth of his feelings. He could already feel anticipation building in his body, making his mind go heady with the fast-forming sensations.
It only gets worse when his kitsune chuckles darkly, causing goosebumps to erupt on his body, as he says. "No, you should know, why I called."
Intent to play along, he slips into a role. "Welp, you know they called me a dimwitt. So you might have to tell me why exactly you called. Otherwise, I'm just going to jump to conclusions."
At this point, he could say that he would have to be incredibly obtuse not to be able to figure out what Kurama wants. Which he has no qualms about providing, after all, this wouldn't be the first time, since his kitsune has been out of town, that their intimacy had taken a different path at the male behest.
Lovely red hair bounces and sways as the owner of it shakes his head. "Now, I wouldn't call you an idiot. Your intuition usually leads you down the right path. But if you need me to spell it out. Then I can."
On the other side of the screen, Yusuke watches with the beginning blossom of arousal as a smirk crossed his lover's refined features before the man moved his hands, slipping them down past his crisp shirt before stopping at his pants. There is already a bulge forming, and Yusuke drools at the mere sight of it, but he really loses whatever self-control he has when Kurama unzips his pants and reaches into the slit to pull out his hard cock.
"Is this enough. Or do you need me to spell it out."
"Fuck fox, you're definitely speaking my language. Why don't you tell me what you want me to do?"
Kurama presses a delicate finger to his pouty lips, hums, while his other hand gives a casual stroke to his length. "How about you get naked for me"
"I can do that"
Licking his lips, Yusuke moves, setting the laptop on the coffee table where he immediately begins fiddling with it, turning and twisting it until his body can be perfectly viewed by Kurama.
"Can you see everything, fine." Yusuke checks with the redhead, and when he gets the all clear, he continues. A low hum of arousal thrum through his veins, and makes his fingers tremble as he hooks them into his loose shorts. Yusuke gives them a tug, but as he hears the quiet little encouraging sound his lover gives, He gets just a little vindictive and instead of pulling them down in one go, he spins around, using the balls of his feet, and lets gravity do its job as he drops low.
Sticking his ass out, The dark-haired boy hands come up to the hem of the shorts once more, where he tugs at them at the pace of a snail. He reveals the flesh of his lower back, then his hips. He stops at that point and glances back at his lover to see the older man's eyes glued to the screen. He shakes his ass and hears a quiet curse before he decides to put Kurama out of misery and pull his shorts completely off.
Kurama grasps and leans closer into the screen as his cheeky lover unveils his lovely tanned flesh.
Chuckling at his lover's own eagerness that he only ever displays when alone with him, Yusuke quickly decides to up the ante a bit, he reaches back to spread his cheeks, showcasing his pink opening. "You like what you see, fox"
"Fuuuck, Yusuke. You know I do. Although I think I would like it more if you added some fingers."
It was rare to get his prim and proper lover to curse, and for managing that, Yusuke takes a second to pat himself on the back before he gets back to business. Throwing a "I'll get right on it" over his shoulders, in the same voice he uses when servicing his faithful customers at his stand, Yusuke steps out of his shorts, and makes his way back over to the couch, where in a brief moment of insightfulness and hopefulness on his part, he had hidden a tube of lube among the cushions.
Rummaging through the couch cushion, Yusuke finds the tube and opens with a near silent pop. Liberally, the dark-haired man coats three of his fingers with the clear liquid before chucking it to the side once he was done, after which he leans forward and casually tosses a muscular leg over the back of the couch, unknowingly showcasing his pink opening to his drooling one-man audience.
"Watch carefully fox." Tossing his head back, glancing over his shoulder, meeting his lover's gaze, Yusuke reaches down and teasingly rubs his opening with his fingers. He doesn't dare breach himself, yet. Just rubs and caresses the wrinkled flesh exactly the same way Kurama would do, if the man were the one fingering him open, and prepping him for his massive cock.
The thought of the Kurama doing this pervades his mind, and has him moaning as his opening twitches, and before he can think better of it, he slowly sinks one finger inside.
It's not nearly enough.
Yusuke doesn't even feel the stretch with how eager his body is, so he immediately pushes a second finger into his opening.
"Fuuuccckkk," Yusuke moans out as his fingers bottom out, his hips jerk forward as he begins to pump his digits in and out his opening, fucking himself as if Kurama was there with him, ready to press into him. His opening tightens, clenching and unclenching at just the mere thought. Yusuke twists and spreads his fingers, savoring the feeling of his eager hole, and as he does so, his ears are blessed with a familiar, slick noise that makes him shiver.
Opening his eyes, Yusuke's sees where the source of the noise comes from, and it comes from his partner. To be more exact it comes from Kurama stroking his cock at a slow pace, eyes glued to Yusuke form. The fox demon seem to notice Yusuke watchful stare, and he spreads his legs just a bit wider and opens his mouth, allowing his curling tongue to drop out of his mouth as his moans ramp up in pitch.
"Fuck, fox, you look so hot. Pumping your cock." Yusuke can't take his eyes off the exotic vision of his lover makes.
The vision turns Yusuke on so much that without conscious thought, he starts to follow the same slow pace, pumping and twisting his fingers inside his body. For several long moments, he keeps the same lazy rhythm content to tease his body and let his pleasure build at an easy speed, until he hears his lover making another request between a purr and a groan.
"Add another one, love."
Cursing, Yusuke obliges, and stuffs a third finger into his opening.
The sounds of twin groans fill the space as Yusuke shoves his fingers in as deep as they can go, striking his prostate in one go.
Pleasure mounts, heady and mind-numbing as he continues to fuck himself on his fingers, he tries to keep the lazy thrust of his fingers from earlier, but his body is too eager now. He speeds up the pace of his relentlessly attacking fingers.
The pleasure is perfect, nearly overwhelming in its intensity, and the soft pants and mewling moans that Kurama makes just seem to increase Yusuke's arousal, and add to his sensitivity. In a short time, Yusuke starts to feel it creeping up on him, the euphoric end. Panting for breath, he feels it inch closer and closer, but just when he's getting there. Kurama voice comes through the speakers, strain with mounting arousal.
"I know you've been fucking yourself with my cock. I want to see that. I want to see you fuck me."
Yusuke's mind comes to a screeching halt as he tries to process what Kurama is requesting.
Several years back, as a gag gift, Yusuke had a mold made of his cock and gave it to his lover for his birthday. Several months lafter, after that incident, when his birthday rolled around, Kurama returned the favor. The gifts were a gag, and never meant to be used, seriously, but with Kurama out of town Yusuke had actually been using the toy, and somehow his fox demon lover knew and wanted to see him use it in front of him. He flushed with both humiliation and arousal, but he nodded. "Yeah, okay...fuck..whatever you want, fox."
Shuddering through the thought, and then the sensation of removing his fingers from his opening, Yusuke gets off the couch to rummage through the underside of the table to find the requested item. Because he has been using it, quite often, he might add, he has taken to storing it in a different spot than the usual back of the closet.
Kurama's keeps his eyes on Yusuke and hand on his cock. It gives a excited lurch when Yusuke holds up the cream colored dildo in victory.
Wirh the dildo in hand, Yusuke grabs discarded tube of lube and pours an ample amount of the liquid on it. He meets his lover eager stare, and winks at the man, causing a pretty red blush to travel across Kurama's perfect features. Maintaining eye contact with the other man, Yusuke slicks up the dildo, stroking it for alot longer than is necessary just to tease redhead man on the other side of the screen. And, in Yusuke opinion, it seems to be working, almost as if the dildo is his own cock, Kurama arches and chokes back on one filthy moan after another. Each dirty sound does unintentional damage to his mind by adding a layer of desperation to the situation that only fuels Yusuke own need.
Deciding to cut the teasing short, and with the dildo officially slicked and ready to go, Yusuke slams it down on the coffee table, making sure it suctions tightly, before he eagerly climbs up and positions himself over the toy, hovering just above the tip, and directly in front of the laptop camera.
Anticipation pools in between his thighs, and he already knows that he won't last long at this rate. "You can see everything, right, baby?"
Kurama groans as he gives his cock a harsh tug at the visual Yusuke makes, hovering over his cock. The other looks devine, like something sent from the gods. He growls out
"Fuck, yeah, baby. I can see everything. Show me how you work my cock."
Kurama's filthy words, and the rough sound of him increasing the speed of his strokes fills the small space. The man hand is deliciously slick with his pleasure, and the sight of his slick fist pumping at a fast pace is all the encouragement Yusuke needs to slam down onto the dildo, his hole gobbles the false cock down in one swift bounce. He screams, the sound shrill and nearly feminine in quality as his vision goes spotty, and the pleasure twists his belly in tights knots. He tries to restrain himself, taking a moment to come back from the edge that loomed closer than he realized, but all his restraint is dashed against the rocks when Kurama says.
"Come on, baby. Work my cock, and make me come." The older man fist continues to work himself between rough, long tugs of his cock. His gaze drops down going from Yusuke face to his body, watching where his ass meets the base of the dildo.
Yusuke groans, head toss back, feeling his last bit of self-control snap. Leaning forward, placing his hands on the table for better stability, Yusuke uses both the power in his calves and his palms to rise up and sink back down quickly. His asscheeks brush against the table, and his eyes roll in the back of his head as he starts up a pace that will surely have him coming quickly coming. And if this was actually Kurama's cock, would have the man busting his nut in no time flat.
A swivel of his hips has his cock bobbing and jerking, leaking his pleasure for Kurama to see when he decides to angles forward just a bit more. He rises up to the tip, and then sinks back down to the base and strikes gold as he hits his prostate with his drop.
Explosion go off behind his eyelids, and he screams.
After that, having found the perfect angle, Yusuke throws caution to the wind, and becomes fixated on that spot. He attacks it with perfect precision, and as the cloud of his ecstasy builds up, his breathing speeds up, going ragged, he nearly misses how he can hear Kurama's taking on a similar sound, synching up with his, going from even and steady to jagged and rough.
Yusuke knew Kurama's body better than his own. His fox was close. The man probably only needed a little push that Yusuke was more than happy to give. "Come on fox. I know your close. Won't you come for me."
Yusuke pries open his eyes just in time to see Kurama face twist with surprised pleasure as his orgasm comes upon him, his brow furrow, and his mouth drops open around a silent scream. He comes, splattering thick syrup lines of white across the screen, and, Yusuke for his part, has just enough time marvel at how thick Kurama cream is before the sight of his lover's pleasure filled face sends him into his back arching abyss. His untouch cock explodes, and he comes so hard that he nearly takes a rough tumble off the table.
After having come so fiercely, they both remained frozen and silent for several long moments before eventually they shake it off and slowly begin to move. Yusuke rises off the dildo with a pop that is amplified by the laptop mic. He sees Kurama shudder at the obscene sound as he settles himself on the couch, pleasantly spent.
"Did you enjoy the show, you perverted foxboy."
Kurama arches an eyebrow at his lover calling him a pervert. He was pretty sure only one of them used to flip skirts back in middle school. Instead of saying that he responds with a sarcasm. "It was a delightful show. Service was astonishing. The server was explosive and briming with energy."
Yusuke tiredly snickers. "Why does it sound like your giving a review for a restaurant."
Leaning into the back of the couch, Yusuke yawns. Now that all the excitement of day was catching up, he was starting to feel a little tired.
"How about we put a pin in that and call it a night. I have to get up early, tomorrow, anyway"
"Fine...Fine...i guess" Yusuke mumbled. He was already half asleep. Grabbing the laptop, he raised it up to his face. "How about a good night kiss, atleast."
"Of course" Kurama lips were already puckered, patiently waiting for Yusuke to brings his lips to the screen.
"I love you" Yusuke whispers after he pulls away. "I miss you"
" I know, love. I love and miss you, too. Try to get some sleep. Its just a few more days"
Yusuke sighs as he mumbles another "goodnight" before dismissing the feed. He only had a few more days of this wait. He could manage it, he thinks as he close the laptop and makes his way to bed.