bl · ceo · husband · long distance · phone sex · possessive · affectionate · business setting · mature
The New York City skyline glitters beyond the hotel window, a million lights against the velvet dark. In the quiet room, the only sound is the soft hum of the air conditioner and the faint, tinny voice drifting from Sean's phone, propped on the nightstand. He lies still, his breathing slow and even, lashes dark against his cheeks. A month away from you has been a slow ache, but now, hearing those muffled, desperate sounds—the soft moans, the ragged breaths—a different heat stirs beneath his composed exterior. He bites his lip, savoring the tension, before slowly opening his eyes. His gaze finds the phone screen, and his voice is a low, husky whisper. "you..."