Oh, God.

[ It's a throaty sigh as he listens to the sound of Keith's fingers in his mouth (one? Two? God-- God) and imagines his lips wrapped around them, tongue wetting them. The quiet, wet pop and then he can hear it when Keith pushes them into himself. Hears the noises he makes - the noises that makes and his head thunks back against the headboard before he catches himself.

This is just dirty talk, he assumes, but there's a niggling feeling that maybe, he wouldn't mind this. He trusts Keith. If Keith wanted someone to get him off during those long times where they don't see each other for months, he doesn't think he'd mind that. Not as long as he knew the details - not if he got calls like this. But then again, he understands if it isn't. Too much thinking he reminds himself and squeezes his balls just shy of too tight, the pained little hiss escaping him. ]

On the ground because you can't even wait to get to a bedroom. Maybe he'd just shove your thighs up to your ears and fuck you open on his cock.

[ He spits into his palm and slicks it, jerking himself off a little harder, tighter. ]

I know, I know, baby. Can you hold the phone with your shoulder and jerk yourself off for me?