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One warm summer evening, Lighter is sitting at the corner booth in Cheesetopia when he hears his phone chime in his back pocket. Assuming it must be from Wise since the rest of the Sons are hanging around well within shouting distance, he roughly wipes the food grease off his hands so he can unlock his phone. What he sees when he opens the DM causes him to choke on his own saliva, and he quickly slams the phone facedown on the table.
His eyes dart around the diner, checking to see if his sudden coughing fit caught anyone's attention, but thankfully everyone seems too absorbed in the lively atmosphere to pay him any mind. He cautiously picks up the phone again, careful to angle the screen away from any wandering eyes.
The DM is, in fact, from Wise. It's a photo of himself. Sitting on his bed. Wearing one of Lighter's shirts. And absolutely nothing else.
Lighter swallows hard as he processes what he's seeing. Wise is looking directly into the camera, cheeks lightly flushed, teeth sunk into his lower lip. The shirt overwhelms his slender frame, but he's lifting the hem just enough to give a teasing peek of his hardened cock.
There's no message accompanying the photo, so Lighter scrolls up to their earlier conversation to see if he had said something to spur this on. All they had been discussing was their respective work schedules for the next few weeks, trying to find a time to see each other again. Then Wise told him to drive safe on his supply run that day. Completely innocuous.
He scrolls back down to the photo, and he can feel the blood drain from his head and rush straight to his dick. He needs to call Wise. Immediately.
He scans the room again. No one is bothering him at the moment, and leaving his spot would only increase the risk of running into someone more chatty. He leans back in his seat a bit, then clicks on Wise's contact photo to call him. It doesn't even ring once before he hears the line connect.
"Care to explain yourself?" Lighter asks in a hushed tone, trying to maintain a stoic expression.
"Hhhhhn— H-Hey Lighter…" His voice sounds strained.
"Wise?"
"What's—hhhhnng—up…"
Lighter covers one ear with his hand and presses the phone tight against the other, and he's finally able to make sense of what he's hearing. It's very obviously the sound of a hand slathered in lube stroking a hardened cock, mixed with heavy, labored breathing. Wise's hand. Wise's breathing.
"Are you—?" Lighter can feel his cheeks getting hot.
"Mhmmm," Wise mumbles in between pumps. "Can you…"
"Can I what?"
"Hhhh-help… please..."
Lighter clenches his jaw. "I'm surrounded by people right now."
Another loud, wet stroke of his cock.
"Hm can't even pause long enough to talk to me?" His voice darkens. "So disrespectful…"
Wise makes what sounds like a strangled gasp, and the other noises cease.
"Mmm, that's better… Why don't we start over?"
His hand is still wrapped around his cock, but Wise whimpers his agreement into the phone.
"I bet you're leaking already," Lighter murmurs, resisting the urge to lick his lips at the thought.
He makes some noise close enough to a 'yes' to be understood.
"Well then, try rubbing your thumb over the tip for me, nice and slow."
There's a pause before he hears a low, extended groan. Lighter sucks in air through his clenched teeth, trying to remain composed. He needs to give Wise what he wants so he can hear more of these delicious sounds.
"Now give yourself one heavy stroke. Just one."
Wise's slicked up hand runs along his shaft until it reaches the base with an audible thump accompanied by a breathy moan. Lighter shifts in his seat. He's going to have to find an inconspicuous way to leave soon.
"You sound so good, baby," he whispers. "You can start moving your hand now. Slowly."
Wise pumps, steadier than before, imagining it's actually Lighter's calloused hand wrapped around his cock, warming him up. He tightens his grip slightly to make up for the noticeable difference in hand size.
"That's right, just relax into my hand, don't hold back," Lighter says, wishing it were true. His hands are starting to feel a little clammy inside his gloves. "A little faster now. Just a little."
"Hhhhnn—yes… Lighter—" Wise whines. Hearing Lighter whisper into his ear is exactly what he needed. He gradually increases his pace, and his moans follow, pouring out of his mouth and directly into Lighter's blushing ears.
"You're doing so good for me."
The praise is making him dizzy, Lighter's voice swirling around his head as his hand struggles to keep up with his own lust.
"Can you come for me, baby? I want to hear you."
"I—"
"You can do it, babe."
He focuses on Lighter's voice, tightening his grip and stroking faster.
"Come for me."
Wise reaches his limit with a high-pitched gasp, and Lighter has to bite his own tongue to stop the groan in his chest from escaping. Wise looks down at himself and watches a pathetic dribble of cum run down the sides of his still hard cock.
In the earlier days of their relationship, he would have been embarrassed, having to beg for help because he can't get off without the sound of his partner's voice, but any shame regarding their sex life probably vanished into a hollow ages ago. He moves his mouth closer to the phone's receiver.
"Lighter…"
"Not enough?"
"Uh-uh, need more…"
"Okay, darlin'," Lighter says as he gets up from the booth. "Just give me a second."
He quickly pushes past the other diners and makes his way behind an old storage shed near the edge of the cliff. Hopefully no one will come looking for him.
"Alright, you still there, baby?"
"Mhmm…"
"Good. Why don't you open yourself up for me?"
Wise spreads his legs apart then squeezes some lube onto his fingers, his breaths becoming shallow.
"Did you put—?"
"Y-yes."
"Mmm perfect…" Lighter leans back against the wall and closes his eyes. He can imagine being in Wise's bed, the warm sunset filling the room. "You can start with one finger."
He carefully dips his index finger past his entrance, biting down on his lip. He's sure that Lighter can hear the squelch of the lube being shoved inside as he slowly sinks into his hole.
"Just imagine it's my finger," he whispers. "You know how I like it… How wet you get for me…"
Wise whimpers as he thrusts, spreading lube everywhere, softening the walls so that he can promptly add another finger. Having two inside feels much more like Lighter is there beside him, eagerly prepping him for a long night together, and his breathing gets heavier as he starts to scissor them ever so slightly.
"That's it, baby, you feel so good."
It feels so nice, doing this while having Lighter's voice in his ear, pretending they aren't separated by distance and obligation. The obscene sounds continue as he steadily thrusts inside, melding with his breathy whimpers.
"Fuck… you sound…" Lighter balls his free hand into a fist, becoming increasingly more frustrated that they can't be together all the time. "Can you take another finger?"
He hears Wise's breath catch and the sounds from his hand taper off.
"I think you can. For me."
After a moment, Wise pulls his fingers out and inhales deeply, filling his lungs with oxygen. He's never done this before, not by himself, but if Lighter is asking, then he has to try. He exhales loudly, releasing as much tension as he can, then pushes all three fingers past his entrance, driving them inside with a loud, stuttered moan.
"Fuck babe… You're doing so fucking good…"
Wise starts to thrust his fingers, and the broad stretch finally leads him to his sensitive spot. His moaning intensifies as he zeros in on that sweet softness, rubbing over it with all his strength, letting Lighter's encouragement fill his head. It feels good, and he does feel the heat building up inside of him, but it's still not enough. It's still not the same as having Lighter next to him, breathing his scent, experiencing his touch. He wants it to be, but—
"It's not enough," Wise whines. "I need you…"
Lighter chuckles under his breath. It's cuter than he would have guessed, seeing Wise like this, begging for more, unsatisfied by praise alone. Guess he'll have to try a different approach.
He clicks his tongue and lowers his voice. "You brought this on yourself, you know?"
Wise lets out a quiet whimper at the sudden change in tone.
"Sending me a photo like that when you know I can't be there… When I'm surrounded by people…"
Wise pants heavily as a deep red blush burns across his skin, and his cock twitches as pre-cum leaks from the tip.
"Begging for my help and yet you're still not satisfied," he hums. "How disappointing."
"I— I'm…" He mewls into the phone, his whole body shuddering, all three fingers still shoved up his ass. "I'm sorry—"
"Maybe I should just hang up and let you deal with it yourself…"
"No!" A choked sob. "Please don't! Lighter, please—"
He stays quiet for a moment, an agonizing moment, just long enough for Wise to think he might actually do it. If he weren't hanging by a rapidly fraying thread, he would know there's not a chance in hell that Lighter would ever abandon him in such a state.
"Please— Lighter please, please, please."
"Then the least you could do is finish for me, baby," he murmurs. "Let me hear those pretty moans of yours."
His fingers frantically resume their work, thrusting with a desperate, aching need to fulfill Lighter’s request, and the heat under his skin quickly intensifies into a scorching blaze. He lets every loud moan tear out of his chest and into the phone as he pushes himself toward release.
"That's it. That's what I wanted to hear. Now come for me."
Wise finally snaps with a loud cry, body doubling over as he sprays cum onto his stomach.
Lighter turns to rest his forehead against the building as he listens to Wise's breathing gradually even out. The brick feels cool against his skin.
"Feeling better?"
There's some noise on the other end before Lighter hears his breathing again, calmer but longing.
"I miss you."
"I'll be there soon," Lighter says without a second thought. "Wait up for me?"