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Majima had been gone for a full week now.
He was supposed to be back days ago but every time you called he’d needed to push things out for one reason or another, so you stopped asking. You knew he’d come back but you needed to stop getting your hopes up on when that would actually be.
You headed to the bedroom for another night alone.
It was late, much later than you would normally turn in but you’d been anxiously awaiting a message or a call, if not to tell you he’d be back at least with word of when he’d be returning. But no such call came through so you decided to finally make your way to bed.
Though not the longest amount of time he’d been gone, this was certainly longer than most of his absences and you’d been getting increasingly lonely. It didn’t help that he’d been dragged into more and more family business as of late with each time seemingly lasting longer than the last. Neither of you would admit it but it was starting to pull on both of your patience and adding strain where there shouldn’t be.
This week in particular had been exceptionally grueling for you. Work draining what little energy you had, troubles with helping a friend with breakup, and everything that could go wrong seemed like it decided today was the day for shit to hit the fan. You were exhausted but wound tight with everything on your mind. Your stress usually ran high, but it was bringing you to your breaking point. Not having him there to vent to or at least take your mind off things was making this harder, and that fact that you hadn’t gotten any was not making this any easier.
You knew what you wanted but with him gone there wasn’t any way to get it and you were growing impatient, so you’d settle with pleasing yourself. Alone. Again.
There was a silver lining though. He’d left you with plenty to keep you busy at least, knowing he’d be gone for longer periods of time more frequently now. Something you’d expected yourself to be more shy about but were eager to take advantage of now that you were alone. Maybe you would message him if you felt bold enough once you got started, but right now you were set on taking time for yourself.
It wasn’t exactly your usual method, normally opting for just your fingers and your thoughts of him, but you reached for the vibrator this time. You figured it would help you along faster anyway, especially since it was almost the same size as him. Not nearly as satisfying, but enough to remind you of how good he felt.
You’d had a couple drinks with dinner and had finally started to feel just the smallest amount of looseness, further easing your stress as you lay in bed letting your thoughts travel.
You slid your hand beneath the covers first. Your thoughts settled on him again, wishing he’d surprise you and walk through the door and take you as you were.
You were already incredibly wet. You hadn’t realized how pent up you’d been and how flip-flopping through thoughts of him since dinner had really kept you on edge.
Your fingers found their rhythm with ease and you wasted no time in indulging your fantasies, running through scenarios you’d been too reserved to bother him about, running though times you’d had recently, running through what you’d wished he’d do to you if he was there with you right now.
He’d come through the door and find you. You’d watch his eye light up realizing what you were doing. You’d shy back in anxious excitement. He’d approach you, teasing you as he did, running his eye up your body only partially covered by the sheets. You’d see the intense desire and hunger in his eye as he got closer, slowly undressing to join you.
The feeling was already building in you. You grabbed the vibrator, turned it on, and toyed with yourself just as he would, not diving in immediately but prolonging it. Making you want it more until you asked with the kind of neediness he wanted from you.
But you were becoming impatient again and wanted desperately to feel him inside you, so you slowly pushed it into yourself, feeling it slowly stretch you in almost the same way as he did. Pushing on your walls as you slid it in and out of yourself wishing it was him.
Seconds later just as you were starting to finally lose yourself in it, your phone vibrated with a call on the bedside table.
You didn't know whether to be excited, nervous, or irritated at the interruption, but you were more than happy to see the name on the caller ID.
“Majima!”
So you didn’t bother stopping, maybe you could convince him to help you along if you could get yourself worked up enough. But you turned the vibration off.
“Hey sweetheart, ya busy?”
God you missed his voice. Settling on messaging for the last few days only made the return of his voice even more exciting.
“Nope, you have my full attention.” It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t exactly the truth. Your motions between your legs were for him and because of him after all. You’d slowed down and stopped with the vibrator, leaving it as it was inside you, still loving the feeling of it, but returning to making slow circles with your fingers while you spoke. Much more manageable to control exactly the kind of pleasure you wanted but also easier to hide the sounds of.
“Where are ya right now?” His tone was deep and slightly hushed, and you couldn’t hear anything in the background of the call. Clearly he was somewhere private if he wasn’t leaning into his chaotic cadence and volume he normally held around his men.
It built your hopes up that you could take this conversation further.
“Home. Where are you right now? I thought you said you’d be back by now.” You hoped the slight tremble in your voice didn’t make it though or at least could be interpreted as tiredness or worry about him.
He sighed. “Sotenbori’s got a way of keepin’ guys busy. I’ll be home soon enough. Just a few more days and I’ll be all yers again.”
You couldn’t help yourself, it was starting to feel even more dirty than you were anticipating. Your thoughts held half in conversation and half distracted with his voice and what you were craving, trying to pay enough attention to the conversation flow to ease into asking for what you wanted. You weren't quite urgent yet but some of the desire was coming through as you spoke again.
“Is that why you called? Just to tell me I’ll be stuck here alone until god knows when?”
“Tch. Could’a just sent ya a message if that’s all I needed ya for.”
“Why’d you call then?”
“Missed ya. Been too long and wanted to hear yer voice.”
His tone shifted lighter but you couldn’t place why. Part of you worried that he was hearing your change in tone and interpreting it as negative rather than something quite the opposite.
You could feel your words get breathier. “That’s very romantic of you. I missed you too. It’s been, um, lonely out here without you.”
“Sorry doll, I’ll make it up to ya when I get back.” His words sounded more teasing than you expected. A sudden shift from the more soft apologeticness from moments ago.
“How do you plan on doing that?” Your own teasing came off much more heavy handed than you intended, but you were starting not to care.
“I’ve got a few ideas, but yer the lonely one, what do ya want me to do for ya?”
Were his words getting breathy as well? And was that an invitation? Or was your wishful thinking feeding you the signals you wanted to hear.
“You’re not lonely at all out there?”
Your fingers picked up speed just a little. Whether or not he was intending anything, your imagination was taking you to places you wished were reality. You’d wait until you had the chance to broach the topic with him and ask for what you wanted, but it felt too good to not indulge in, especially since he couldn't see what you were doing.
“Oh I’ve been gettin’ plenty lonely out here without ya. Whatcha up to right now?”
“Nothing.” You lied. “What are you up to?”
You heard a faint hum from the other line as if he knew something you didn’t.
A pause.
He inhaled dramatically. “Sittin’ here doin’ ‘nothin’’ n’ thinkin’ ‘bout that ‘nothin’’ yer gettin’ up to over there all by yerself.”
You froze as a bolt of embarrassment, excitement, and arousal shot through you in a confusing wave.
“What do you mean?”
“Ya wanna keep dancin’ around it? Or do ya wanna get back to whatcha were doin’ before ya picked up my call?” His voice dipped down again. You knew exactly what was happening, and exactly what he’d started doing too.
“How did you know I was-”
“What were ya doin’ then that got ya so hot ‘n bothered?”
You didn’t expect to be so nervous all of a sudden. The admission wouldn't come out, but your fingers answered for you in silence. You wanted this so badly, and now you were getting what you wanted, even if your response to him was less than ideal.
“Now ain’t the time to get shy sweetheart, ya got me interested.” You heard a pause and a breath before he returned to a slightly playful teasing tone. “And don’t ya dare stop just cause I called ya out on it, don’t go ruinin’ the fun for both of us.”
You didn’t know how to answer, your mind was flooded with the image of what he was doing. Imagining him sitting in whatever accommodation he was in, one hand on his phone, one hand preoccupied with unzipping himself, pulling himself out and wrapping his hand around his cock as he thought about you getting off to the thought of him. Stroking it slowly as he spoke to you. Throbbing in response to whatever indications you gave that somehow made it through the line.
You struggled to get any words out. “Just thinking about you. I wish you were here to help me.”
“C’mon, yer not gonna give me anythin’ else to go on? What’re ya doin’ while yer thinkin’ of me?” You clicked on the vibrator, not caring if the vibration could be heard at this point. He inhaled sharply. “Ya touchin’ yerself?” A pause. “Ya fucking yerself ‘n wishin’ it was me?”
You both hesitated to speak again, just another heavy breath making its way to each other.
“Ya usin’ what I got ya last time?”
A slight moan escaped your mouth as you continued to fuck yourself and wish it was him, exactly like he said. “Y-yes.”
“That so?” He exhaled with a hint of a groan at the end.
“Yeah.” You grasped at something to say through your growing pleasure but weren’t skilled enough with your words to start with. “I just wish it was you.”
His voice grew more impatient. “Then fuck yerself like I’m there doll. Think of how good my cock ‘d feel inside ya. How hard I’d fuck you if I was there.”
His words sent a shiver through your body. God you wished he was there with you. You picked up the pace and did as he said, even though you knew it would be sending you to the edge much faster than you would've hoped to draw this out to.
You bit your lip and tried to stifle the moan that escaped you.
His impatience became even more audible, entangled with his deep desire for more. “I can’t hear you sweetheart, seems like yer not fucking yerself hard enough. Thought I told ya to fuck yerself like I would if I was there.” You could hear his next words be forced through his teeth as his jaw clenched in the mixture of frustration and demand. “Ya know I’d fuck you harder than that.”
You did as you were told, not restraining the whimper and moan that followed.
“There ya go.” He paused and you heard a distracted pleasured sound from him. “What else do you want me to do to ya?”
“I- um- fuck. Whatever you wanna do to me. Anything you want.”
“Try again.”
“I want you to fuck me, please.” Your face burned red even though much, much more filthy words had left your mouth in his presence many times before.
“What else. Talk to me sweetheart, if I ain’t there to see what I do to ya, I need ya to tell me.” His voice dipped almost into a growl with how his groan swirled into sentence. “Tell me how good that feels.”
“I want you to fuck me, exactly how you want to. I want you to make me take it. Please.” You paused to catch your breath but your voice remained strained “Fuck, that feels so fucking good.”
“Put the phone down on speaker and touch yerself while I fuck you then.”
You knew this would be the start of the end. You heard it in his voice and you knew the second your fingers made contact as you continued to fuck yourself that you’d be desperately trying to not fall over the edge as you tried to take him there with you.
You thought of him again and your heartbeat raced. You wondered if he was trying to match your speed as well as he stroked himself. You wondered what kind of things he was thinking about doing to you. If he wanted this just as badly as you did. If he was getting just as close as you were. If he felt as good as you did right now.
“Atta girl.”
You tried to speak but you could barely manage more than muffled expletives and gibberish.
“Haw? I can't hear ya, use yer words.”
“T-tell me what you’d wanna do to me. Please.” You sounded just as desperate as you felt.
You heard his sharp inhale in response. “I wanna do all kinds of things to ya. Wouldn’t’ve even let ya start on yer own if I was there. Tease ya a little first though, make ya want it even more than ya already do. I’d let ya choose if ya want my fingers or my tongue on ya first.”
You bit your lip and held back another moan, trying not to interrupt.
“Then you’d get both if ya asked nicely. Get ya all worked up for me until ya beg for my cock.” You could hear him start to get swept away in it all. “‘D you like that sweetheart?”
“Mmhmm.”
“Yeah? Ya know how fuckin’ bad I wanna bend ya over that bed right now? Thinkin’ ‘bout how tight ya get and how fuckin’ good you sound when-”
You failed at keeping your own groan to yourself, interrupting him.
Clearly the interruption only served to escalate you both. “Shit, I bet yer takin’ that cock so fuckin’ well right now arentcha.” His breathing now hard enough to hit his phone’s microphone, allowing you to hear the nuances of each one. “That feel good?”
“Yeah.” Whether the drinks from dinner or just the level of pleasure that was hitting you, you were now tiptoeing the line and trying desperately to hold on until you could take him there with you. No longer able to care about or put any energy into being quiet or holding anything back.
“Good girl. Tell me. Ya like taking that cock? ‘S it big enough for ya? Does it stretch ya like I do?” The groan that came from your phone, though quiet, reverberated the echoes of his pleasure through the air. “Shit. Ya like that?”
You held your breath for a moment just to regain control.
“Ya gettin’ close?” He teased. “Don’t go quiet on me.”
You tried in vain to respond with anything other than sounds. You were right there.
His tone and register dropped though you could tell he was still loving what he was hearing. “Yer words, doll, I’m right there with ya.”
“Fuck. Goro, please, I’m so fucking close, please can-”
“Shit. Say my fuckin’ name again. Just like that.”
“I- fuck- Goro, I- I can’t, I’m- fuck-”
“Good girl. Ya gonna cum for me?”
“Y-yes! Fuck, Goro I’m fucking-”
Before he even responded back to you you felt yourself careen over the edge as you came, hard, loudly, for him. Hoping that hearing what he did to you could send him over the edge too. Tightening and convulsing though you wished it was on his cock and not the toy you’d had to settle for.
His breath hitched in response. “Fuck. Atta girl. I’m - shit!” Followed by something similar to a whimper of his own.
You both sat there in the silence riding out the tail end of the waves of pleasure that pulsed through each of you.
It felt like minutes that the aftershocks continued though you knew it was only seconds. You wondered if he was feeling the same. If he was just sitting there with the mess he’d made just like you were, or if he was done with this and was moving on already.
You turned off the vibrator and returned your phone to your ear, turning off speaker.
“Majima?”
“Huh?”
You swallowed the lump in your throat, slightly embarrassed about your shamelessness and still slightly out of breath.
“You’re gonna be gone for a few more days?”
He cleared his throat. “Yeah.”
“Do you, uh. Can we maybe do this again sometime?”
“Anytime yer feelin’ lonely.”