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Architect; Uhm, it’s comfortable enough. Why… are you coming over?

[ he’s already got his shoes off. Kaveh finishes putting away the food, eying the phone as he heads to the bedroom. ]

Sunday: Perhaps later.
Sunday: I thought we could have some fun like this first.
Sunday: What is the usual line..."What are you wearing?"

Architect; Oh, so this is *that* kind of a text… If that’s that case, then in a moment I’m going to strip down to nothing. I don’t see a need for clothes, especially when I’m alone, at home.

Sunday: Are you really hanging around your house naked?
Sunday: Or are you telling me that to be sexy?
Sunday: I have some concerns if you do this regularly.

You told me to go into the bedroom and relax, so I’m doing just that - relaxing. And I’m allowed to be in my own house naked. Don’t forget… you started this.

[ he takes a selfie of himself, holding the phone overhead, but making sure the picture stops above his waist. ]

I know, but please do not accept every visitor like this.
I would grow too envious, especially when you look like that.

I am in a matching gray pajama set, slowly removing the buttons of the top so I can catch up.

Im not accepting anybody like this. Except you, if you asked me nicely. Are you going to sprawl out for me, have me tell you all sorts of filthy things so you can fuck yourself open and be ready for my dick?

[ He thought he'd be more confident than this because it's text, but he's turning red and pressing his face into the pillow for a moment before typing back, his hands shaking. ]

In due time.
Let us take it a bit slower.
I have removed my shirt and can picture you just as bare, hovering over me, your nice arms on display, each hand by my head.

I would pull you down into a slow, sensual kiss as we lazily grind together, me in my soft pajama pants and you still naked.

[ right, …sunday might have wanted to take the lead with this, so kaveh swiftly dials it back. ]

Alright. I’m sure you’re looking delectable like that. You know it’s going to be hard for me not to immediately kiss, lick, and bite you. Oh, you like that, feeling how hard I am through your pajama bottoms?

I do, and you can.
I would not stop you, meeting you kiss for kiss as I stroke you between your legs with my clothed thigh.

I like feeling you when you are aroused.
Both your girth and length are my ideal.
Would you be amenable to sending me a photograph?

Good, because I want to kiss, lick, and bite you all over. I want to taste every part of you, and leave a small piece of evidence behind, so you’ll always remember how my lips, tongue, and teeth felt. I can send a picture… [ he shifts back onto the bed, propping himself up with a few pillows as he spreads his legs to take a picture of his dick. it’s too gleams with a few beads of pre, some of which has started dribbling down its side. he sends it to sunday. ]

Do I get one in return?

[ He stares at the image, licking his mouth unconsciously at the sight of the drops of precum gathered at the tip of Kaveh's dick while his wings threaten to shutter his eyes. It's almost too much already. ]

If you were in front of me, I would be on my knees for you already,
worshiping at your altar until you anoint me with your seed.
Only then would I feel born anew.

[ He tries to angle himself to get a sexy picture before getting too shy and just taking a picture of his mouth and his own thumb brushing in between his lips. He sends that back. ]

...then how about coming over? we dont have to be texting. id much rather have you here. come on, sunny. there's plenty of room on my bed.

[ kaveh waits for the return pick and smiles at what he receives. ]

look at that, already ready to drink my offering.

That defeats the purpose of doing this to begin with.
Did you not want me to be ready for you?
I still have my pants on.

Are you not going to pull them off me?

how ready do you intend to get… because i could be helping with that, you know. if i were there you would have already been made pants-less, …no doubt in my mind. pull them down slowly… and send me a video. i want to see your dick spring free.

I cannot do that.
That is too...too much.
Do you promise to delete it immediately afterwards?

[ He doesn't want anyone happening upon his phone and all of this. ]

You can. I'm not going to share it. It would be for me and me alone. But, c'mon, I sent you a picture of my dick. Let me see yours. Please. Pleasepleaseplea- Whatever you want. Although it would be nice to look at when you're busy... and I'm feeling frisky.

No, definitely delete it afterwards.
I do not want just anyone looking at it,
or it to be uploaded somewhere where it will end up broadcast everywhere.

This is for you alone.

[ He does send a tease with his pants and underwear pulled down low, showing off a hint of the base of his cock. ]

I would never share this, but fine. I'll delete it afterwards.

[ he waits, smiling at the photo. ]

How about a little bit more you tease?

[ He does record a video (sadly in the shittiest resolution possible due to the limitations of his phone) of just his hand pushing his pants lower, and his hard cock springing out before he grips himself, his upper body completely out of frame. The video cuts out after one stroke, and he hits send, wings covering his face while he awaits judgment. ]

[ oh, sunday… you spoil him. kaveh thought he might have to beg, but his boyfriend delivered without question. he strokes himself while he watches, running the short video on loop a few times. ]

❤️ [ is all kaveh sends back, …at least until he takes a shot of his cum splattered stomach. ]

I made a bit of a mess. I could use some help cleaning up.

[ He blinks and sits up at that. ]

You finished already?!
How were you so fast?

Just thinking of you, And how red you must be from doing all of this. It’s as cute as it is hot.

I will try and catch up,
though I have not even gotten the lubricant out and a toy out yet.

Do you want to use one of the remote control ones?

...you could just jerk yourself off. Shut your eyes, grab your dick, and pretend I'm the one touching you. I could even call you if you like... praise you in real time for being such a good little bird.

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