[He knows what it can do. It's not pretty. Or fun.
With that check mark, he has to be 100 sure okay, he'll slip out of the little rec type room the watch chills in while waiting for a call. It takes a bit, but eventually Joe gets more than just a picture.
Oh no. He gets a little recording. Dennis is clearly in a stall, dick out, standing leaned back against the door of said stall, biting his lip as he wraps his hand around his cock holding it up for Joe to get a nice look see.]
M'so bored... fucking miss you...
[His voice is hushed, he knows no one is in here, but just in case someone comes in--]
[Reading that text gets his cock twitching and he'll lazily stroke himself, breathing in. It'll be a few minutes before Joe gets another sound notification that he has a video file to accept and download.]
Yeah?
[His free hand is moving up and down along his cock, phone angled so Joe gets a lovely view of Dennis' work at hand and his quickly pinking cheeks.]
[Uugh, he's just gonna. Call Joe. Video call, sending him files over and over is getting silly. Just gonna have his volume down low so if anyone comes in they won't hear Joe talking to him.]
[ He'll watch video feed of you all day, Dennis, but he's going to politely decline to return the favor of a live feed on his end and stick to text instead. Just for.
Reasons. ]
Yeah. I like watching you. I always like watching you.
[He doesn't mind the text still, he knows Joe is watching. His hand squeezes his cock, strokes quickening and his head tilts back against the stall door.]
I like it when you look at me... feels good-- ahn, I mean-- makes me feel. Good.
[This isn't going to be a long exhibition, he's already pretty far along. Getting so worked up from this. Being in a public place and putting on a show for the man he likes so much.]
... Joe would you... would you spank me if I was there?
[He's been thinking about this a lot okay. About stuff Eggsy says to him and talks about. The boy is a menace and a terrible influence on Dennis.]
[He tries to keep the phone steady as he reads what Joe sends him, but just the idea of Joe being here with him touching him and looking at him with those eyes of his... fuck.
His eyes close as he thinks about it. Joe crowded close, fingers curled around his throat, his other hand jerking him off, speaking such terribly wonderful things into his ear in that low sexy voice. He visibly shudders, eyes opening again.]
Eggsy was talking about it--
[He starts, then stops abruptly, clutching the phone in his one hand awkwardly, hiding some of the screen and holding it closer to himself... giving Joe a interesting close up of his dick. Dennis is still, deathly quiet, even holding his breath as he listens.
He though he'd heard the alarm for a fire, but... nope, seems like it was nothing. Just him imagining it. There's a whispered 'sorry' as he brings the phone back up, pouting a bit apologetically for Joe.]
[ Joe chews at the inside of his cheek as he watches Dennis, wondering what he's picturing. He looks so fucking attractive, his eyes closed and his head tipped back. Joe has to take a moment to shift his weight some, adjust himself so the strain of his hardening cock isn't so uncomfortable against the zip of his trousers.
For a moment, he thinks about the video Dennis sent him, of him and Eggsy. They're like an angel and a devil, the both of them, and it's not hard to imagine Eggsy murmuring dirty things he's done or would like to do into Dennis' ear.
Joe starts to type out a response while Dennis is still talking, but before he can send it the video shifts drastically. He thinks perhaps Dennis has been caught, but the momentary pause is brief.
[He's picturing you, Joe. Of course. What else would he picture or think of?
And Eggsy has done just that, more than once, the devil. Devil for sure. Eggsy is Satan himself when it comes to filling Dennis' head with sinful ideas. A little devil on his shoulder whispering into his ear. Joe should probably send him a thank you at some point for it.]
No... you're not here and I fucking wish you were.
[He soon goes back to moving his hand over his cock, hand fisted tightly around himself and as he brings it up each time he'll twist his hand just a bit to stimulate the head more.]
Joe, you hard yet?
[Is this making him hard like he hopes it is? He wants to see it, to be there and help Joe with it, but alas, work. Maybe later. Right now he'll just frustrate Joe with this lovely display. As he keeps on he can feel himself getting close, which has him stopping for a second to tug his t-shirt up and he'll stuff the edge of it into his mouth, biting down. This is his work shirt after all, he can't get it dirty.
Now Joe can watch as his stomach and chest move and twitch along as his breathing gets heavier, little breathy whimpers muffled through his shirt as he works himself up.]
[ Joe's not good at thank yous (just like he's not good at apologies), but maybe he'll send Eggsy a gift basket of some sort.
Mr. Eggsy Unwin, Your services with regards to a Mr. Dennis Severs have been greatly appreciated. Please enjoy. MacMillan, Co.
Joe wets is lips. If he could be pressing Dennis up against the stall wall right now, he would be. For now, though, they've got to settle on a little bit of video chat and a lot of imagination. Joe breathes out, palming his free hand over his cock for a moment, rolling his hips up against his hand.
[Eggsy would appreciate it no doubt. Just knowing his services were well received.
Dennis has his eyes closed while he waits for the slight buzz of his phone when it vibrates in his hand, it's on silent of course. Looking at the text reply he makes a noise through the fabric of his shirt, knowing just how that hard cock would look too. Fuck him he wants to see it right now, but he can imagine it. He's felt it in his hand, his mouth, had it inside him... if he could have one of those right now he'd be in heaven.
Settling for knowing Joe is probably jerking off to him right now is a pretty could back up plan. Enough that he's leaking as he continues to jerk his hand up and down along his length. It's not going to be too much longer now, whimpering 'ahs' and 'ohs' half caught in his throat and shirt, but still enough of a noise for Joe to hear. They grow more pitched and whiny as he gets to the brink, eyes shutting tight as he comes with a start, making quite the mess of his hand.
Thick lines of come covering his fingers and with each additional upward stroke of said hand, he'd manage to milk more out, hitting his stomach and the edge of his pants. He's gonna have to clean that up, whoops. Sagging against the stall door some, he doesn't talk, he can't let his shirt down yet, sorry, but he's looking at his phone now, straight on as he lets his cock go and trails his already dirty fingers through the mess on his stomach.
Are you watching Joe? Do you like this? He'd ask, but his mouth is full.]
[ 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?
[While he waits for a response, he'll do his best to lean down for some toilet paper, wiping up the mess on his stomach and his hand. He actually has to set the phone down for a second on the toilet paper dispenser, sorry Joe.
When he picks it back up he's no longer eating his shirt either.]
Fuck yeah... seen how big and hard you get for me.
[He can picture it now and he's disappointed he's not there to help Joe out with his cock. Joe thankfully is quite good at handling himself, so he should be just fine.]
Want me to come over after work? You can have me then, yeah?
[Save lives and get rewarded with the best dick in Eudio? He's extremely bias, but regardless. Best way to end a day.]
[ He'll be fine, because his only alternative right now is a cold shower and that really seems like a waste of... everything. Joe's well on his way to 'handling' things, so his response is a tiny bit delayed, and also very short. ]
[ Five fucking hours to think about Dennis with his shirt held up with his teeth and his hand around his cock and his abdominal muscles tensing and flexing and five hours is too damn long. ]
[And that's a promise. He even seals it with a kiss, bringing the phone up to press his lips to it, blacking out the screen for a few seconds.]
Gotta clean up and get back to the break room. I'll text you.
[And he'll end the video call. After some cleaning up and trying to act like he didn't just give his not bf a show in the men's bathroom stall... Dennis makes his return to go slump in a chair.]
still nothing going on guess its a good thing but im still super bored again
[ Joe chews the inside of his lip a little, slightly amused and very mildly charmed by Dennis kissing his phone. It's cute.
There's a little bit of a delay between Dennis' text and Joe's response, the older man having decided to take a quick, cold shower to take care of his own... Dennis-induced problem (he'd actually take care of it, but he imagines the next five hours are going to be hard enough, and that many hand jobs just sounds... exhausting). ]
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you want one or not ill do it
[This is what happens when A: he hangs out with Eggsy and B: he gets really comfortable with you Joe.]
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that a yes?
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[ Did you not learn about what fire can do to a man's... places. ]
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With that check mark, he has to be 100 sure okay, he'll slip out of the little rec type room the watch chills in while waiting for a call. It takes a bit, but eventually Joe gets more than just a picture.
Oh no. He gets a little recording. Dennis is clearly in a stall, dick out, standing leaned back against the door of said stall, biting his lip as he wraps his hand around his cock holding it up for Joe to get a nice look see.]
M'so bored... fucking miss you...
[His voice is hushed, he knows no one is in here, but just in case someone comes in--]
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God, you look so good.
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Yeah?
[His free hand is moving up and down along his cock, phone angled so Joe gets a lovely view of Dennis' work at hand and his quickly pinking cheeks.]
Tell me... how goods good?
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Excellent. ]
So good that I'd start a fire in my apartment right now if it meant I'd have you here like that.
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Dont'-- don't fucking do that.
[Said still with that hushed voice.]
... Joe, you like watching me, yeah? S'it sexy?
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Reasons. ]
Yeah. I like watching you. I always like watching you.
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I like it when you look at me... feels good-- ahn, I mean-- makes me feel. Good.
[This isn't going to be a long exhibition, he's already pretty far along. Getting so worked up from this. Being in a public place and putting on a show for the man he likes so much.]
... Joe would you... would you spank me if I was there?
[He's been thinking about this a lot okay. About stuff Eggsy says to him and talks about. The boy is a menace and a terrible influence on Dennis.]
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I'm not taking my eyes off of you, not for one second. How could I when you're like that? If I could have my hands on you right now.
[ He's typing as he watches, sends that off before Dennis gets around to asking him about— ]
Would you like that? Me spanking you?
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His eyes close as he thinks about it. Joe crowded close, fingers curled around his throat, his other hand jerking him off, speaking such terribly wonderful things into his ear in that low sexy voice. He visibly shudders, eyes opening again.]
Eggsy was talking about it--
[He starts, then stops abruptly, clutching the phone in his one hand awkwardly, hiding some of the screen and holding it closer to himself... giving Joe a interesting close up of his dick. Dennis is still, deathly quiet, even holding his breath as he listens.
He though he'd heard the alarm for a fire, but... nope, seems like it was nothing. Just him imagining it. There's a whispered 'sorry' as he brings the phone back up, pouting a bit apologetically for Joe.]
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For a moment, he thinks about the video Dennis sent him, of him and Eggsy. They're like an angel and a devil, the both of them, and it's not hard to imagine Eggsy murmuring dirty things he's done or would like to do into Dennis' ear.
Joe starts to type out a response while Dennis is still talking, but before he can send it the video shifts drastically. He thinks perhaps Dennis has been caught, but the momentary pause is brief.
Dennis pouts at him.
Good lord. ]
Everything okay?
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And Eggsy has done just that, more than once, the devil. Devil for sure. Eggsy is Satan himself when it comes to filling Dennis' head with sinful ideas. A little devil on his shoulder whispering into his ear. Joe should probably send him a thank you at some point for it.]
No... you're not here and I fucking wish you were.
[He soon goes back to moving his hand over his cock, hand fisted tightly around himself and as he brings it up each time he'll twist his hand just a bit to stimulate the head more.]
Joe, you hard yet?
[Is this making him hard like he hopes it is? He wants to see it, to be there and help Joe with it, but alas, work. Maybe later. Right now he'll just frustrate Joe with this lovely display. As he keeps on he can feel himself getting close, which has him stopping for a second to tug his t-shirt up and he'll stuff the edge of it into his mouth, biting down. This is his work shirt after all, he can't get it dirty.
Now Joe can watch as his stomach and chest move and twitch along as his breathing gets heavier, little breathy whimpers muffled through his shirt as he works himself up.]
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Mr. Eggsy Unwin,
Your services with regards to a Mr. Dennis Severs have been greatly appreciated. Please enjoy.
MacMillan, Co.
Joe wets is lips. If he could be pressing Dennis up against the stall wall right now, he would be. For now, though, they've got to settle on a little bit of video chat and a lot of imagination. Joe breathes out, palming his free hand over his cock for a moment, rolling his hips up against his hand.
Is he hard? ]
Yeah. Incredibly.
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Dennis has his eyes closed while he waits for the slight buzz of his phone when it vibrates in his hand, it's on silent of course. Looking at the text reply he makes a noise through the fabric of his shirt, knowing just how that hard cock would look too. Fuck him he wants to see it right now, but he can imagine it. He's felt it in his hand, his mouth, had it inside him... if he could have one of those right now he'd be in heaven.
Settling for knowing Joe is probably jerking off to him right now is a pretty could back up plan. Enough that he's leaking as he continues to jerk his hand up and down along his length. It's not going to be too much longer now, whimpering 'ahs' and 'ohs' half caught in his throat and shirt, but still enough of a noise for Joe to hear. They grow more pitched and whiny as he gets to the brink, eyes shutting tight as he comes with a start, making quite the mess of his hand.
Thick lines of come covering his fingers and with each additional upward stroke of said hand, he'd manage to milk more out, hitting his stomach and the edge of his pants. He's gonna have to clean that up, whoops. Sagging against the stall door some, he doesn't talk, he can't let his shirt down yet, sorry, but he's looking at his phone now, straight on as he lets his cock go and trails his already dirty fingers through the mess on his stomach.
Are you watching Joe? Do you like this? He'd ask, but his mouth is full.]
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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?
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When he picks it back up he's no longer eating his shirt either.]
Fuck yeah... seen how big and hard you get for me.
[He can picture it now and he's disappointed he's not there to help Joe out with his cock. Joe thankfully is quite good at handling himself, so he should be just fine.]
Want me to come over after work? You can have me then, yeah?
[Save lives and get rewarded with the best dick in Eudio? He's extremely bias, but regardless. Best way to end a day.]
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Yeah. Off when?
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Five hours. Way too long.
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[ Five fucking hours to think about Dennis with his shirt held up with his teeth and his hand around his cock and his abdominal muscles tensing and flexing and five hours is too damn long. ]
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[And that's a promise. He even seals it with a kiss, bringing the phone up to press his lips to it, blacking out the screen for a few seconds.]
Gotta clean up and get back to the break room. I'll text you.
[And he'll end the video call. After some cleaning up and trying to act like he didn't just give his not bf a show in the men's bathroom stall... Dennis makes his return to go slump in a chair.]
still nothing going on
guess its a good thing but im still super bored again
why so cute tho
There's a little bit of a delay between Dennis' text and Joe's response, the older man having decided to take a quick, cold shower to take care of his own... Dennis-induced problem (he'd actually take care of it, but he imagines the next five hours are going to be hard enough, and that many hand jobs just sounds... exhausting). ]
I did offer to start a fire.
:3
if we get a call for your place im dumping you
friend dumping
[Just to be clear. Cause they're not boyfriends. Nope. He doesn't think about that either. Shhh.]
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