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Long distance dating is hard. No one told Shouyou just how hard doing this would be.
Ever since he and Tooru had met up during his time in Brazil, they had been going on dates while Shouyou lived there. It was easier then, because Argentina and Brazil are closer to each other, but now Shouyou is living in Japan again for a while and it is torture. He misses Tooru every day, and making time for phone calls and video calls and other things is a struggle.
Especially on nights like this when all Shouyou wants to do is either fuck Tooru into the mattress or be fucked into the mattress himself.
Tooru should be free this weekend—just like Shouyou is. Phone calls and video calls are going to take place the whole time, even if they are twelve hours apart in time.
Waiting around is making Shouyou antsy, though. He wants Tooru already. He bites his lip as his dick already starts to stir in his shorts. He whines before throwing himself onto the bed, burying his face into his pillow. He blindly reaches for his phone, only turning to look at it when he decides he’s had enough.
Going to their LINE thread, Shouyou immediately flips through them to find all of the voice messages that Tooru has sent him. He clicks on the most recent one, holding the phone up to his ear. Tooru’s voice is smooth, deeper than it used to be in high school. It soothes Shouyou immediately, the man letting out a sigh as he closes his eyes. He does that for a few minutes, playing some of the messages as he lets Tooru’s voice wash over him.
His body starts to feel it, too. Listening to Tooru makes him feel warm all over, happy to simply hear his boyfriend’s voice whenever he wants or whenever he can. Shouyou was already starting to feel a bit horny before, and now Tooru’s voice is helping him reach full arousal.
Shifting on the bed, Shouyou ends up on his side, wriggling as he pushes his shorts and underwear down his thighs. They pool around his knees as he leaves them in favour of touching himself, slowly curling his fingers around his cock as he begins to stroke it, painfully slow as he replays Tooru’s voice notes. Over and over and over. A whine leaves Shouyou’s throat as he fists his hand around his cock, head tilting back.
“Tooru…” Shouyou lets out a whine of his name as he shifts around on the bed, turning onto his back, his feet planting themselves against the mattress.
Squeezing around his cock, Shouyou starts to thrust up into his fist, running his thumb over the head and dragging the pre-cum down to make the slide a little easier. He’s dripping all over his fingers still, his boyfriend’s voice resonating through his ears as he jerks himself off. He wishes he could hear Tooru in real time, but it’s like 3 in the morning in Argentina right now, and Shouyou doesn’t want to wake him up for something like this, especially when they haven’t actually discussed it.
“Tooru…” Shouyou whines his name even louder, his volume starting to rise over the volume of Tooru’s voice on his phone. He muffles himself by letting go of his cock to grab his shirt and shove it into his mouth, quickly reaching back down to curl his fingers around his cock again.
Noises muffled now, Shouyou can focus on Tooru’s voice. It washes over him completely, taking over Shouyou’s horny-adled brain, letting him work his hips and fist faster together, finding a good rhythm. He wishes his hand were Tooru’s ass—fucking him is always amazing, Tooru is always so hot and tight around him. Shouyou curls his palm over the head of his cock and twists around it, a muffled shout coming out of him as he does.
Tooru’s voice is loud and clear over the sounds of Shouyou getting off, huffed out sighs of pleasure and whining moans of Tooru’s name being muffled into his shirt, the fabric quickly becoming soaked with spit. Shouyou is barely able to lift his phone up from beside his ear and hold it, shakily attempting to scroll through the LINE messages until he reaches a particular message from his boyfriend—one that had only been sent about a week ago.
Pressing Play, Shouyou quickly presses his phone back against his ear, starting to work his fist even faster over his cock.
Tooru’s voice is loud and clear: “I’m missing you so much, baby. I hope you think of me as much as I think of you.”
Shouyou nods quickly, his eyes starting to well up with tears as he squeezes them shut.
“I love you, Shouyou.”
That’s all it takes for Shouyou to finish. His shirt falls from his mouth as he lets out a loud cry of Tooru’s name, cumming into his fist and all over his fingers.
(If, in his post-orgasm haze, he ends up leaving a raspy, out-of-breath voice note to Tooru on LINE, then that’s Future Shouyou’s problem. Present Shouyou is passing out from a wonderful masturbation session.)