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[Of course, trust Rei to find it immature instead of the obviously inviting display of magnetic sex appeal Rin was going for. What a nerd. Being away from Rin clearly has had an impact over whatever little coolness he'd managed to gain during their time together back in Japan.]

That's what lock screens are for. Besides, who else would be around this late in the evening, anyway?

[All right, so maybe Rin didn't account for all possibilities before hitting send, but in his defense, he's thousand of miles away and surrounded by acquaintances at best; any potential embarrassment from accidentally shared dick pics would fall upon Rei's shoulders only.

Another moment later, a second message is sent:]

Whatever. Immature, really? That's gotta be the lamest reaction to a sext ever.

[One could practically hear him groaning from the other side of the line.]

My parents, my brother, Nagisa-kun could have been sleeping over...

[Okay, so his parents didn't make a habit of barging into his room or checking his phone, his brother's last visit had been over three days ago, and it was a school night so of course Nagisa wasn't sleeping over, but Rin didn't have to know any of that.

Regaining his composure from a minute ago, he sends a second text.]

I thought you didn't like that sort of thing, anyway.

I've had time to gain some new perspective.

[And he wishes he could give a long, inspirational speech about how leaving the nest has broadened his horizons, but the truth of the matter is a lot more simple-- and far less dignified-- than that.]

C'mon, it's not that bad. Besides, it's something new for us to try...

[Rei stares at the text for a moment, deliberates, then gets up from his desk, goes to the door, locks it as quietly as possible, then moves back to his bed.]

By which you mean that you're aroused and I'm thousands of miles away.

[He shimmies out of his pants and lays on his side, stroking himself idly with one hand while pressing out a text with his thumb with the other.]

Which puts me in an interesting position: do I give you what you want, or make you beg for it?

Like I'm the only one who wants it.

[He breaks out a huge grin, already savoring a small victory; maybe it had been too long, but he thinks he still knows what it means when Rei starts indulging in that particular brand of sass.]

Say, that took you a bit longer to get back to me. Are you maybe typing with only one hand?

[Not like Rin has any moral high ground to speak, of course.]

I'll take as long to respond to you as I want.

[Which might as well be a giant flashing YES. Rin texting him first gave Rei the upper hand, but now he's losing his advantage.]

You don't have room to talk, anyway. You started this, after all. What were you thinking about before texting me?

Bull's eye, huh?

[But no, Rin definitely doesn't have room to talk-- so it's a good thing he's shameless enough to admit he was horny from the get-go. And now that he has lured his nerd of a boyfriend into his trap, he can lean back on his bed and give himself a squeeze, free hand working on his next message.]

How about I tell you what I'm thinking of right now instead?

[Because for all the hot and heavy mood he's trying to set up here, Rin is not going to give him the cliched truthful answer: "you."]

[Rei foregoes answering the first part, instead focusing on the second.]

What are you thinking now, then?

[He's going to give Rin's picture a more thorough viewing while waiting.]

[Rei will be given a chance to properly appreciate that dick pic in all its magnificent splendor of bad lighting and even worse cropping, because Rin is too busy piercing together the perfect starter, the real deal twitching in his hand at the prospect of something new and exciting.]

My hands on you. Tugging at the hem of your shirt, pulling it up. Show me that six-pack...

[Rei pulls on the hem of his own shirt as directed. Luckily, he hasn't changed into his pajamas yet, so it's just a t-shirt instead of purple butterfly material that creeps into the pictures of his abs (although there is a butterfly on the sleeve of this particular shirt). He takes three shots of himself as he pulls his shirt further and further up, giving Rin a play by play.

It's not the same, touching himself, but he closes his eyes and pretends it's Rin.]

While you do that, I kiss your neck and drag my teeth on your collarbone. Nip that spot that makes you moan.

[His thumb strokes the screen in lieu of skin, tracing images of firm muscle and toned curves and protuberant hipbones and-- gosh, does he wish he could reach over and rip those pants off. With his teeth.]

Gorgeous. [He bites his own bottom lip instead, longing replaced with a groan when his erection throbs, half forgotten in his hand. A few quick pumps later, he's ready to keep feeding into this, though still surprised Rei agreed to play along so quickly.]

I'll show you a real bite. Suck on your neck till it's raw, sink my teeth in it. Let me touch you, feel you hard on my palm.

[He's already agreed to do it, might as well not half-ass it. Rin calling him gorgeous isn't hurting his chances either.

He takes a minute to answer, both hands preoccupied as he strokes himself as well, the other hand pressing nails against his neck. It's not at all the same as Rin's ridiculous, unnatural, beautiful teeth. Before Rin, he never would have believed that shark bites could be addictive.]

And while you're busy leaving unsightly marks on my skin, I'll start getting your shirt off. I'll run my hands all over your chest and tease at one of your nipples. You're free to touch.

[And he gets a picture of the front of Rei's pants, too, which are visibly tenting.]

[Don't you mean, might as well go all out?

Rin's breath hitches at that sight, and he runs his tongue over his lips, unconsciously, as though ready to launch an attack, current predicament left forgotten.]

Why don't you leave your own marks? [He types, hand moving from his pants to a nipple and giving it a squeeze. He did like it a bit rough, every now and then.]

Guess I'll lend you a hand with that zipper, in the meantime. Your pants look kinda tight.

You're too kind.

[He goes ahead and pulls his zipper down, slides his pants and underwear down just enough to free himself. That's much better.]

You're the carnivore. But I'll leave one on your neck anyway.

[It is a lot easier to keep up his sexy banter when he can type it, without all the moaning his throat insists on to get in the way.]

[Rin pours his head back, and a hum escapes smiling lips as his fingers massage his neck. He hasn't forgotten what it feels like, to have Rei's mouth on his skin, and his attempts at replicating the sharper bites he knows so well; they were cute at best, but absence and arousal might have a way with changing his perception into something much more appealing than he remembers.]

Carnivore, huh? Guess I unwrapped my meal just now.

[And there is something else the physical distance is good for: making it so his advances sound more attractive than threatening.]

How about I play with it in my mouth first?

[To his credit, at least he didn't use a cliche like the shark must feed.]

[If he had, Rei probably wouldn't have texted him back. He has standards.

But Rin didn't. Rei is disappointed that he can't actually feel Rin's mouth on him as he reaches down to give himself a squeeze. Rin's teeth had always been a concern when it came to this, but Rei wants it and Rin's too far away for them to feel like an immediate problem.

(And even with his teeth, Rei trusted Rin not to hurt him, at least not too much.)]

Yes, as long as you don't bite.

[He'll still tease him,though. He strokes again and wonders if he can replicate the sensation. Maybe with something wet. Or maybe, if he bends far enough...

No, he is not getting a sprained muscle from trying to suck himself off in lieu of his boyfriend. That would be embarrassing.]

[Rei, please. There have been enough sex incidents with Rin's serrations alone, nobody needs more embarrassing stories in the emergency room.

At Rei's tease, Rin has to take a pause, smirk on his lips and hand on himself. Accidents aside, he knows full well Rei has come to enjoy the sting of his teeth and red imprints on his skin; they were a possessive mark as much as a display of affection, and the memory alone is enough to urge Rin to clench his jaws.]

Are you sure?

[He sends a quick text to buy some time, squeezing himself harder and wondering how much damage his pillow could take-- not that cotton and linen were a good substitute for Rei's warm, supple skin.]

Even if I run my tongue all over your inner thighs? If I leave little nips there?

[At least he knows of one doctor there who won't laugh at him too hard.

He groans in frustration as he licks his fingers and runs them up and down his thighs, ocassionally pressing with his nails. Not the same, but he can work with it.]

Are you that hungry? I won't let you without a fight. I'll pull your hair and scratch your back as you go down.

[He lets out an amused scoff, instinct driving him to tangle his fingers in a sea of red, tugging and pulling at his own scalp, phone abandoned to a side in favor of a better use for his hand. He always loved that about Rei, this feisty quality he doesn't seem to show anyone else; a side of him that is meant for Rin only.

A moment later, he picks up the phone again, sends another text:] I'm always hungry.

[Which doubles as one of his shark innuendos, but holds special truth for their current, long-distance relationship.]

But if you're going to be like that, I might have to bite harder. Grab you by the hips to keep you down, knead that ass for a bit.

[Rei gives himself a few strokes while waiting for Rin's text, almost annoyed by the delay, but forgets it immediately when the next text comes in. He doesn't even tease him about it, he's too busy imagining Rin's hands on his hips, on his ass.

His own hands mimic the attention for a moment, and then he uses one hand to thumb out a text.]

I buck and strain my hips against your hands. Then what?

[Which, he realizes after he presses send, is like giving in, but Rin's mouth is really close to his dick and he wants to know where it's going now.]

[A chuckle escapes his lips, both amused and victorious; if he still remembers a thing or two about Rei, it's safe to assume he's more eager for this than Rin, himself.

With a smirk, he brings a thumb to his lips, licks the pad and the side of his index finger and gives his nipples a wet pinch, then slides down to give his erection some attention. With his free hand, he types up his next moves:]

Then my mouth is on you, doing laps around the tip, teasing the slit. Licking you until you moan...

[Though it was music he couldn't hear right now, he wants to know he can still strum Rei's strings.]

[He could, if he were physically present - though Rei's own hand and imagination do a pretty good job of recreating the sensation. He groans softly into his other hand, almost dropping his phone in the process.]

I always like the way your tongue feels. I like your mouth more, though.

[Neither a confirmation nor a denial of any moaning.]

[Figures Rei wouldn't admit to shameful, stereotypical moaning, but his comment is more than enough to bring a wide, victorious grin to Rin's face.]

Missing my teeth already?

[He takes a moment, tries to picture having his mouth filled with warm flesh, and a memory of a time not so long in the past flashes through his mind for just a second-- a time when his dental situation was still reason to send terrified shivers up Rei's spine.]

You like having them around you, huh? The thrill of the danger, maybe grazing skin. Don't you?

[Rei snorts a little at that text, but he can't deny that it's true. He feels like he had every right to be afraid of Rin's teeth at first, back when they were both still inexperienced and he didn't want Rin accidentally cutting him (that would have been embarrassing to explain to a doctor), but in time he came to like it.

He likes everything about Rin, and his teeth are no exception.]

What can I say, I'm a thrill seeker.
Only the truly brave would put themselves so close to the shark's teeth

[He stares at the incoming message for a good long second, and the combination of Rei's melodramatic words and a mental image of him striking a goofy pose is all it takes to send Rin bursting into laughter. Good job ruining the sexy mood, nerd.

(The worst part is that Rin can't even bring himself to complain; he misses everything about Rei, ridiculous nonsense included.)]

Boasting a little too much there, Rei? Careful or I might have to take a bite out of you to make you less cocky.

[Less cocky. See what he did there? See? Haha. Ahaha.]

[He sees that pun and it's terrible.

As much as he would like to have Rin's mouth around his dick right now, he's glad he can actually respond. Normally he would be moaning too much to respond (not that Rin would be able to talk so well... not without biting him... He needs to stop thinking about that, or keep thinking about it, as the case may be).]

An empty threat. You and I both know that you wouldn't like those consequences any more than I would.

[Rin has to bite back a comment about finding alternate uses for Rei-- that's the kind of tone that doesn't translate very well to text, and a potentially hurtful joke he could never fix from a distance.

Besides, Rei does have a point; Rin would never carry through with that threat, not just because of unwanted consequences, but because he plain loves that idiot too much to cause him any harm.]

Yeah? Well, tell me, then. What kind of consequences would you like?

[He lies back, fondling himself as he waits. Go on, Rei, beg him for more.]

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