iv.

[athosing]

muses

ALSO DOUBLING AS A TFLN OVERFLOW

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[aberth]

i'm gonna make you wait.
i think it's only fair.
you've been driving me insane for weeks.

[inmyothertights]

i

okay

in my own defense, the look on your face when you're wildly aroused is incredible okay

[aberth]

*gansey* noticed something was weird.
he never notices anything.

1/2

[inmyothertights]

wow

i thought the only way gansey noticed something was if it was wearing a glendower mask

[inmyothertights]

wow okay this is not where i wanted to go with this, can we talk about your cock again?

[aberth]

[ He's laughing so hard, god. ]

okay :)

[inmyothertights]

man, I really just want to touch you

[aberth]

why aren't you here again?
i want your hands on me like five minutes ago.
your mouth too.

[inmyothertights]

because you went to work and i went to study and now i'm sitting here touching myself and pretending its you

[aberth]

[ Well.

Adam can't be blamed for running a hand over the tenting fabric of his jeans then, can he? ]

oh.
yeah, that sounds good.
if i were there i'd definitely be touching you.

[inmyothertights]

are you touching yourself now?

[aberth]

[He shouldn't feel guilty and yet. ]

thinking about it.

[inmyothertights]

please

i want you to feel good now

[aberth]

okay.

[ He lays his phone on his stomach and lifts his hips up, popping the button of his jeans and pushing them down over his hips. He doesn't throw them all the way off, choosing instead to lie back on his bed and shove his hand under the waistband of his boxers.

It feels weird to be touching himself with his weaker hand but he needs to be able to text back. ]

i have my hand on my dick now.

[inmyothertights]

[Ughhhh

Ughhhhhhhh

Billy can't handle that, that's too hot, so he's not even doing the civilized thing and taking his jeans off, he's just popping the fly and rubbing himself with the palm of his hand.]

you have a really nice one you know

i'm doing the same i dont even have my jeans off im i dont want to stop that long

[aberth]

i haven't even taken my boxers off.

[ He touches himself slowly, running his touch up to the head and pressing his thumb against bundle of nerves there. In the quiet of his room his breathing sounds too loud. ]

if you were here i'd touch us both.
i liked it when you did that.
i like feeling your dick against mine.

[inmyothertights]

[THAT'S IT

HE'S GETTING A PHONE CALL]

[aberth]

[ There's a rush of breath as he answers, a half laugh like he's shy of this. ]

Hey.

[inmyothertights]

Oh my god.

[His voice is whispery and breathy even though no one else is really home.]

I needed to hear you say some of this, okay? Also I don't think I could have kept up the texting.

[aberth]

[ Adam's breath hitches as he rolls his hips. ]

Hang on.

[ There's a rustle of movement, Adam switching hands so he can use his weaker one to hold the phone. It means his arm isn't crossed over his chest to get to his good ear. ]

Fuck, that's better.

[inmyothertights]

[He makes a little noise and settles a bit.]

God, okay, if you were here-

[There's a pause.]

So first, I'd want to watch you touch yourself. I feel like I definitely don't do that enough, and you have a really beautiful dick, so I want to see you touch yourself.

[aberth]

[ The noise that pulls from Adam Parrish is filthy and boyish and so full of wanting. ]

Ugh.

I could do that. But you aren't allowed to touch yourself when you're watching. I don't want you to get carried away. I told you, I want to feel it.

[ Like he's feeling himself right now, yo. ]

[inmyothertights]

I-

Oh.

Oh, what other rules are you going to come up with?

[Because maybe he's just as into this as he is into hitching Adam's legs over his shoulders to fuck him.]

[aberth]

You said --. [ A breath, sharp and ridiculous. ] You said you wanted me to ride you, right?

[ Adam's sheets stick to his back as he rocks his hips up into his palm. ] Do you want me to hold you down too?

[ It feels wrong, but in a thrilling way. Adam isn't used to being able to say what he wants. But Billy helps by being so unabashedly him. He doesn't let him drown inside his thoughts. ]

[inmyothertights]

[Billy makes a noise, and it's clear he's touching himself too, slicking his hand over his dick and thinking of this.]

With my wrists over my head? Because I want you to. Seriously, whatever you want, I trust you.