[ Joe's not jerking off yet, but he's well on his way. It's a little bit of a fumble, trying to get the button undone and the zip of his pants down with just one hand, but he's so drawn in by Dennis that he's not willing to put his phone down to make things easier on himself. God, is it frustrating, though - all he wants to do is put his hands on Dennis, have him in his lap—
With only a little bit of trouble, Joe manages to get his jeans opened and pushed down far enough to tug himself free of his underwear, his hand curling firm around the base of his cock. He breathes out a quiet sound, his eyes trained on the small phone screen, watching as Dennis strokes himself, works himself up.
It's difficult to focus on just one thing, his eyes flickering from the path of his hand to the soft lines of his chest and stomach, to the catch of his shirt held up between his teeth. Every part of him is attractive, every part of him is responsible for his arousal. Joe swallows hard, his lips parting a little as he tips his head back for a moment, glancing away for only a second or two before he tips his head forward again to watch.
He concentrates on the small, soft noises, the way Dennis' abdominal muscles tighten and contract the closer he gets to spilling, and then his eyes shut and he's gone and Joe watches as he unwinds, his hand stuttering briefly around himself.
It almost feels like Dennis can see him when he stares into his phone, and for a moment Joe forgets that he chose not to activate his own video feed. ]
Fuck, Dennis.
[ It's quiet, like he's trying to be careful of anyone on Dennis' end hearing him even though he hasn't enabled anything to allow that. He remembers after a moment, catches his lower lip underneath the edge of his teeth as he taps out a message with his thumb. ]
You're so sexy, Dennis. It's torture that I can't have you here right now. Do you know how hard you make me?
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With only a little bit of trouble, Joe manages to get his jeans opened and pushed down far enough to tug himself free of his underwear, his hand curling firm around the base of his cock. He breathes out a quiet sound, his eyes trained on the small phone screen, watching as Dennis strokes himself, works himself up.
It's difficult to focus on just one thing, his eyes flickering from the path of his hand to the soft lines of his chest and stomach, to the catch of his shirt held up between his teeth. Every part of him is attractive, every part of him is responsible for his arousal. Joe swallows hard, his lips parting a little as he tips his head back for a moment, glancing away for only a second or two before he tips his head forward again to watch.
He concentrates on the small, soft noises, the way Dennis' abdominal muscles tighten and contract the closer he gets to spilling, and then his eyes shut and he's gone and Joe watches as he unwinds, his hand stuttering briefly around himself.
It almost feels like Dennis can see him when he stares into his phone, and for a moment Joe forgets that he chose not to activate his own video feed. ]
Fuck, Dennis.
[ It's quiet, like he's trying to be careful of anyone on Dennis' end hearing him even though he hasn't enabled anything to allow that. He remembers after a moment, catches his lower lip underneath the edge of his teeth as he taps out a message with his thumb. ]
You're so sexy, Dennis. It's torture that I can't have you here right now. Do you know how hard you make me?