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After a couple of hours of intense gaming, the once-animated call gradually lapsed into a comfortable quiet. The adrenaline rush from the games now subsided, and a relaxed and easy vibe took over. Chats flowed freely, jumping from game strategies to funny stories and cherished memories without a hitch. Your keen eyes flickered between webcams, attuned to the subtle shifts in everyone's demeanor. Ted leaned back, his fingers playfully fidgeting with nearby objects as he spoke with passion about his latest video ideas. Schlatt's expression softened, a hint of contemplation in his gaze as he occasionally glanced at the screen, his face gently bathed in its glow. Laughter, now tinged with weariness, filled the call, accompanied by the occasional gentle chuckle and a tired yawn, replacing the earlier fervent banter.
As the conversation meandered, Ted's animated discourse about his latest video ideas filled the virtual space. Schlatt eagerly chimed in, their minds fully engrossed in the creative exchange. Lost in your own world, you hadn't been completely present in the discussion, and a light chuckle from the boys snapped you back to reality. "What do you think?" Ted's soft inquiry hung in the air, momentarily quieting the call. Schlatt's laughter followed, playfully breaking the silence. "They weren't even paying attention, Ted." Your attention shifted to the two of them, their playful grins reflecting the shared amusement. Schlatt, unable to resist a teasing remark, laced his voice with a light-hearted tone, "Sorry, are we boring you? If you've got something more exciting on your mind, feel free to share," he jestingly teased, drawing a soft laugh in response from Ted.
With a playful roll of your eyes and a knowing smile, you brushed off their teasing and settled back into the conversation as it flowed seamlessly once more. It definitely wasn't the place to be telling Schlatt that you were lost in thought of the idea of him railing the daylights out of you. As the conversation flowed, a mischievous idea took root in your mind. An enticing challenge whispered to you, daring you to see if you could catch Schlatt off guard, make him blush, and stumble over his words. With a subdued sly grin dancing on your lips, you subtly shifted your focus to Schlatt, determined to put your plan into motion and see just how far you could take it, all while keeping the rest of the call blissfully oblivious to the playful mischief unfolding.
Ears being filled by the monotone buzz of Ted's voice meticulously unveiling editing ideas, you switched over to Schlatt's direct message. Fingers gingerly danced across the keyboard carefully concocting the perfect message. Sorry, I was just thinking about your fat cock warming up my mouth.
Eagerly pressing send, Schlatt's attention was beckoned as you witnessed his eyes darting to the corner of his screen through the webcam. There was a brief pause as he read it, his face contorting to a mixture of emotions you couldn't quite pinpoint, but he bit back a smile, his cheeks flushing slightly before he subtly shook his head at you with tenuous disapproval yet the smirk lingering at the curves of his lips said otherwise. For a split second, a mischievous glimmer danced in his gaze, but it was quickly replaced by a subtle flicker of restraint.
He subtly cleared his throat and continued to engage in the conversation, though a newfound fluster lingered in the undertones of his voice. You couldn't help but feel a swell of satisfaction at your successful attempt to rile him up, the air between the two of you thick with playful tension. Thoughtfully typing out another response. Oops, autocorrect. I meant I've been thinking about you gripping at my waist, your cock fucking into me so you can feel how wet I am for you.
The mischievous twinkle in your eyes intensified as you observed Schlatt's reaction; his gaze lingered on your message for a moment too long, his words to Ted faltering into nervous mumbling. The blush on his cheeks deepened, and it became clear that you were successfully making him flustered. It was an exhilarating sensation, knowing you had the power to evoke such a reaction from him.
Schlatt finally managed to regain his composure and finished his train of thought, but not without shooting a playful yet disapproving glare toward his screen. His response was typed out with a mix of amusement and challenge as if he was fully aware of your playful game. What's your goal? If you're trying to get me hard, you don't need to keep going. You couldn't help but notice the subtle nonchalance in his body language as he slouched back in his seat. There was a deliberate effort to conceal his bottom half from the webcam.
With Schlatt's face still flushed, his mind clearly wandering elsewhere, you decided to take the opportunity to chime into Ted's ideas. You contributed script ideas and suggested funny jokes that he could insert into his videos, trying to bring back the lively banter that had filled the call earlier. Schlatt's occasional flustered glances only fueled your determination to keep him on his toes.
God, I can't stop thinking about your fucking cock. I just want you to fuck me until I can't walk. I want to take every inch of you. I just want you to ruin me until I'm a weak mess, begging for you to let me cum.
The moment you pressed send, Schlatt's eyes hesitated to fall upon your message, a mix of curiosity and nervous anticipation evident in his expression. He couldn't resist the temptation, and his hand instinctively raised to his face, his fingers mindlessly grazing through his facial hair in a subconscious attempt to conceal his reaction. Then a momentary lapse of discussion filled the discord call, "Schlatt?" Ted beckoned for his attention, as he was in the middle of speaking before he completely trailed off into silence, speechless.
"Huh?" He softly interjected, his gaze remaining fixed on the message, not even flickering in response to Ted's call. He seemed lost in thought as if your words held some kind of mesmerizing power over him. For a few lingering moments, he stayed perfectly still, seemingly unaware of the passage of time. The air around him seemed to thicken with anticipation, the rest of the call momentarily forgotten as he remained transfixed. Then, as if drawn back to reality by some invisible force, Schlatt blinked, his eyes refocusing on the conversation at hand. With a slight shake of his head, he finally responded to Ted's call, "Yeah, sorry. What were you saying?" His voice held a touch of distraction, the lingering effect of the message still evident in his tone.
You couldn't help but grin subtly, the way his eyes glazed over evident that his mind was wandering all the possible scenarios of having you beneath him, eagerly thrusting himself into you whilst you whimpered his name. You were pushing him further and further to the edge and it was clear he was beginning to find it difficult to contain himself, idling from conversation, eyes glued to your webcam on his screen.
You patiently bided your time, waiting for the right moment to send your final message, hoping for Schlatt to rejoin the conversation with his usual enthusiasm, sharing his thoughts and ideas for future video plans. When he eventually responded, his words came with unusually long pauses, and he spoke absent-mindedly, offering simple and vague sentences. His mind battling the thought of your slickness coating his cock, your bare flesh in his hands as you breathily moan beneath him, clenching around his girth.
Then you sent a photo of yourself, dressed in your favourite set of lingerie captioned come over and I can be your little fuck toy, this is all yours. His mouth was slightly agape, eyes fixated on his screen whilst he shuffled in his seat, readjusting himself.
"Let's call it a night," Ted suggested, stifling a yawn as he raised his glasses to wipe away the strain from his eyes. "I reckon we're all pretty beat," he hinted, glancing at the two of you who seemed more preoccupied than engaged in the conversation, which he assumed was due to weariness. A collective murmur of sleepy agreement resonated through the call, the fatigue evident in everyone's voices.
A distinct rhythm resonated in your headset indicating Ted's departure as his webcam disappeared, a silence settling in as it was now just the two of you. The pause seemed to stretch on indefinitely, the anticipation between you both building with each passing second. Impish smirks played on your lips, mirroring the mischievous gleam in Schlatt's eyes. It was like a calm before the storm.
He then suddenly chimed in, his voice gravelly yet soft. "I am going to fuck you senseless, you know that don't ya sweet cheeks." He remarked with a fervent smirk, biting the inside of his cheek. "You've been naughty, toots. You're not goin' to remember your name after I'm finished with you." You fell silent on your own accord, feeling your stomach churn with anticipation and excitement as his glare was just as intense virtually as it was in person. "I'll be there in a minute."