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Kaelix collapses the moment he ends stream.
The heat feels inescapable. His head is filled with cotton, any attempts at a thought fading into a vague fuzz. He buries his face in his hands, only to feel how warm his cheeks are. Every part of him is electric and shaking, begging for something.
He doesn’t dare look at his computer. The vague memories in his head are enough as it is. The past hours feel like a dream, flashes in and out of conscious thought. The mix of shame and exhaustion and something else is still sinking lower in his body.
There’s a series of beeps in his headphones.
He blinks and looks up. Who could be calling him at this time?
He shouldn’t have even asked. Zeal’s icon flashes in front of him. He’s still using that damn photo of him looking down. Kaelix is used to looking at it. Somehow, right now, it feels extra threatening. He tries to not think about it. It’s late at night. He could let the call ring through, say that he’s just too tired. His hand moves to click the answer button without letting his brain intervene.
“Hello, darling.”
Kaelix yelps. Zeal’s voice is calm. He’s not especially forcing it or anything. Kaelix can picture him leaning against his hand like he does at the bar, soft and smooth. Just normal Zeal, and yet a broken little high-pitched whine falls from Kaelix’s lips. He swallows roughly. He can collect himself.
“What- um- what did you want?”
“Just to talk to you.” He still sounds utterly collected. The exact opposite of Kaelix, not even daring to look at his screen as he gulps and digs his nails into his palms.
“I- well, I just streamed and-”
“I saw. I saw quite a lot actually, Kaelix.”
“Ah. Did you?”
“I was shocked. You, of all people, being so shameless. What did they do to you?”
This is it for him. He is not moving past this moment. This was a mistake. Kaelix groans and looks up a little.
“It was just a good game. That’s all. You’re one to talk.”
“Oh, I’m not complaining. It was wonderful, seeing that side of you. Adorable, in fact. You should do it more often.”
He can visualize that smug smile in his head, the curve of Zeal’s lips, the mole underneath them. He can visualize the way Zeal’s eyelashes would shadow his gaze as he looked down. Down at the curve of his boot, smooth black reflecting Kaelix’s face. Down at the angle of long fingers adorned with rings. Thinking was a very dangerous thing. This was not helping Kaelix’s issue.
“Although…” Zeal continues, “That just might make me jealous. I don’t know if I want to see you wagging your tail for just anything.”
“Tail- I- I’m not a dog, Zeal.”
“You sure act like one.”
Kaelix chokes. He’s sure Zeal can hear him, sputtering and burning up and trying to find any source of oxygen. Zeal does not pause, because he is the cruelest man ever created.
“Crawling around with no sense of decency, rolling over at the slightest things, so easy to please. You’re begging to be collared, puppy.”
Wow. Ok. Kaelix fully forgets how anything in his body functions. For a few seconds, he’s in total paralysis. Somewhere, the last of his pride shatters before he crashes into it hard. He distantly hears the way he screams. Not like Zeal hasn’t heard him like that before. Especially not after that stream. Oh god, if people could hear the way Zeal was talking to him currently…
Kaelix winces as he feels his cock actually throb against his underwear. He’s suddenly reminded of how neglected he is down there. He’d been trying to ignore the ache as it came and went throughout stream, fading into the dull buzzing he still has in his head.
“Zeal…” he pleads, and he hears the way his voice shakes. “Please. Please just…please…I need it…”
There’s a small chuckle in his headphones. “You’re going to have to tell me what you need, baby.”
“I don’t know,” Kaelix groans. He squirms in his seat. His legs feel useless, shaky and limp. He’s still imagining Zeal, the cold metal of those rings against his jaw, on his chest, tracing along his thighs…so dangerous. There’s no return. Zeal hums.
“Are you touching yourself, Kaelix?”
He pauses, looking at his fingers tracing his waistband.
“You can go ahead, if you want to.”
Kaelix’s head hits his chair. He pulls his shorts down and winces as the air hits him. He can feel the desperation within his boxers, hot and slicked with pre-cum. He can’t bear to touch himself directly yet, opting to grind the heel of his palm into the bulge. He feels himself twitch underneath as the pleasure rushes through his body, radiating into every inch of him. It’s almost too much to bear. It’s a plunge into cold water after dying in the desert. He moans, long and open and he knows he sounds far too wrecked for a man who hasn’t even been touched yet. That’s probably enough of an answer for Zeal.
“Good boy. Good puppy,” Zeal practically purrs, sounding far too satisfied with the situation. He can’t even see Kaelix. That might be too much. Kaelix clamps his other hand over his mouth, muffling his moans as they keep spilling out. Zeal would tell him to be vocal if he was in the same room. The idea makes Kaelix’s hips roll up, suddenly needing harsher friction.
“You held back for so long, didn’t you? Getting needier and needier in front of so many people. They probably know what you’re doing right now. Imagine if they saw. Imagine if they saw their darling puppy all debased, rubbing himself like a desperate mutt. Would you like that?”
Kaelix babbles out something which might be an answer. Forming complete sentences is a little too much to ask of him. He’s practically drooling as he finally moves to push his underwear down, cock springing out.
“They won’t get to see this, though. They can work you up as much as you like, but I’m the only one with you right now. I’m the one who’s going to make you fall apart.” Zeal almost growls, tone low and harsh. His composure is starting to slip. Kaelix wonders how Zeal looks on the other side, if he’s any bit as aroused.
“Yours,” he breathes, wrapping his hand around his hilt. “All for you, master.”
The title comes out of his mouth without thinking. He burns up immediately, ready to take it back before he hears a groan.
“Oh my god,” Zeal whispers roughly. “Good puppy, oh my god, keep going.”
Kaelix speeds his hand up. He’s not sure if Zeal can hear all his sounds, panting and flesh on flesh and desperate gasps.
“I wish I could be there,” Zeal says, as if he’s read Kaelix’s mind. “I’d hold you down, make sure you look only at me. I’d ruin you. I’d bite every part of you and kiss it afterwards. You’d be so pretty, so perfect, oh my god. Everyone would know what you are. Everyone would know who you belonged to. Maybe I should get you an actual collar, huh?”
“Please, master,” Kaelix isn’t even sure what he’s begging for. “Anything you want, I’ll take it, I want to feel you everywhere- all yours, please.” He’s gone liquid, legs weak, rambling without thought. Nothing feels solid aside from Zeal’s voice and his building orgasm as he grinds into his fist. “I’m close, so close, I don’t think I can wait any longer, master, I’ve been waiting for so long-”
“Go ahead,” Zeal says, and that’s all Kaelix needs before he topples over the edge. His vision whites out for a second, cock jolting as he paints his stomach, still mumbling nonsense.
“Love you…thank you…love you…Zeal…master…”
“Good job,” he hears Zeal say. His tone is a little lighter, something fond flickering around the edges. He needs to melt into that forever. “You did such a good job, alright puppy?”
“Mhm,” Kaelix curls up. He’s still floating, tired and lulled by Zeal’s voice in his ear. There’s a soft laugh across the call.
“Rest well. I’ll see you soon.”