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You laid back lazily on your bedsheets with your pet on your lap, one of your hands brushing through the softness of their fur (or skin..or scales?) and the other doom scrolling on your phone, eyes fixed attentively on the screen before a ringing noise snapped you out of your thoughts. You turned to the laptop perched on your desk, must be Casper, you think as you rise from your bed, your pet rolling onto their side on the blankets.
You scamper across the room to your desk chair, hurrying to plummet onto the seat before answering the call, only to find a blank screen, your own curious face in the reflection. “Grimmy?” You question. “Are you okay? Why’s your camera off again?” Your head tilted, confused. “Don’t call me that,” he huffed, you could visualize his face growing warmer even while you couldn’t see it. “Don’t worry about it just– keep talking, sunshine,” his tone was breathy and winded, making you raise a brow before your stomach began to flutter, feeling light and non-existent touches against you.
Your lips parted in surprise. Oh. That’s it.
A smug smile pulled at your lips as you leaned forward, your elbows atop the desk with your chin resting on the back of your hands. “Cas?” You hum sweetly. You could hear him suck a gentle breath from in between his teeth before he responded with a grunt. “Mmh?”
“What are you doing?” Your tone was laced with tease, you could hear him flinch in his chair as he heard the way your voice sounded, realising you’d caught on. He stayed quiet, and by the repeating, slow touches you could feel, he clearly wasn’t done. “Turn your camera on for me? Please?” You cooed, you could hear another muffled chunter, a sound of hesitation before silence.
A few moments of quiet passed. You knew he wanted to hear your voice to get off, he needed it. But, you wouldn’t allow it so easily, and he was starting to realise that too.
With a reluctant sigh, you can hear his chair squeak as he leans forward to turn his camera on, and to your delight, the screen switches to your lovely little reaper, his face was warm and flushed, eyes averted away from the webcam. His hand was low, but out of frame, to your displeasure. His graceful white hair hung around his face beautifully, of course, he’d never let that get too messy, not on his watch.
“Good boy,” You mutter softly, he must’ve liked it, because you notice how he shrinks into himself a little, his covered arm gently jutting up and down in a quick motion, eyes half-lidded and avoiding your gaze. “Look at me,” you command softly. He quickly obeys, looking up at you with his lower lip puffed out in a pout, a gentle whimper escaping his throat. “That’s it, so obedient,” you smile smugly at him.
“I’m not–” he paused, letting out a pleased huff rather than continuing to defend himself, head tilting back. “Close?” you asked rather bluntly, watching him search for his words helplessly for a moment, his face flushing deeper before meekly nodding. “Y–yes,” he admitted.
“Go on,” you nodded your head towards him. “Cum for me,” you say, more of a demand than anything. He sputters for a moment, blinking in surprise at the bold order, but he gave in quickly, sighing softly as he stroked himself faster to the sound of your soothing, but authoritative tone. He leaned back in his chair, getting lost in the feeling of his own pleasure, although he was far too distracted to remember the connection of each other's souls, not realising you felt his pleasure too. One of your hands slid from your chin to your mouth to cover your own noises, even though he was too busy to notice them.
The closer he got, the more he lost focus on his positioning in his seat, his length coming into view through the webcam. Precum dribbled over his lithe fingers that rubbed over the sensitive skin, you swallowed thickly, a familiar heat swirling in your stomach. Not to mention how loud he was, constant pleas and whines escaping his lips like a mantra, his breath occasionally hitching as he grew more languid.
Your eyes never left your screen, watching as he finally, finally, came with a heavy puff of breath, biting his lower lip as sperm spurted over his slowing hand, palm shaking tentatively. Eventually, his eyes found you once more, scrambling to find his words, the weight of what just happened falling onto him. “I–” he began, babbling for a moment. “Forget this ever happened..” he exhaled heavily.
“I don’t think I will,” you say perkily, hands now back on your chin. He furrowed his brows, face heating up more – honestly, you don’t know how he blushes so much. “Then I will pretend this didn’t happen,” he grumbled, but his words lacked any bite. “I will leave before you start getting smug,” he hurried to end the call, the screen in front of you dimming to black as he hung up.
Honestly, worth it.