Parallel Series: Devouring Yren

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“What!?” Yren found himself asking absolutely no one out loud. Holy shit, how did the older respond so quickly?

11:31 PM Rivaille: That’s very clearly not you.

11:31 PM Rivaille: Send another one.

“What!?” The brunette asked out loud, yet again to no one in particular. Also — wait, fuck! He didn’t think this far ahead. What did he expect? That Rivaille would say some weird shit like, ‘aw, yeah, baby. Nice tits’...? The latter felt embarrassed just thinking of what he would say in response to something like that. Okay, no, he probably was just embarrassed that he thought this would work in the first place.

He was waiting too long.

11:35 PM Yren: what? do you think i’m just made of nudes??

Okay what kind of fucking response was that? Thankfully, Rivaille didn’t tease him for it.

11:36 PM Rivaille: Send me one with your face in it. So I know it’s you.

11:36 PM Yren: it’s me. i promise

11:37 PM Rivaille: That’s a fucking lie

11:37 PM Rivaille: I want to see you.

Fuck, if that didn’t make Yren's face heat up like a fucking furnace. Rivaille wanted to see… him? Why did that sound so fucking sweet? And why was Yren switching apps to his camera? It was dark in his bedroom — nearly pitch black — so why was he even pulling his arm back to use the front facing camera to take a selfie right now?

The camera function was silent, and the light blinked, relieving Yren of the obnoxious brightness for just a moment. He eagerly took a look at the photo he’d just taken, worried for a second that he might not look the way he was expecting. He had been tossing and turning in bed anxiously for the past two hours — he had to have the worst bed head at this point. But surprisingly... he looked pretty... seductive.

He was comfortably resting in his bed, nearly covered by his pillow, yet he was shooting bedroom eyes at the screen, and in general looked like he... looked like he was begging for sex.

He sent it out, only to receive a nearly instantaneous response.

11:38 PM Rivaille: Fuck

11:38 PM Rivaille: You’re hot

Yren's humiliation cleared right up and his cock rapidly hardened rapidly in his shorts. He shouldn’t have, but his hand ventured down his flat chest, touching the edge of his shorts waistband and hesitating there. Fuck, was he really going to do this? Totally disrespect himself by jerking off to his bully?

His phone vibrated, and he lifted it from his chest, quickly adjusting to the brightness when realized a photo had been sent in return.

“Oh... my... god.” Yren was in total shock, completely, just... Okay, his brain just shit itself for a moment.

Yren's mind was practically blank as he only mildly recognized at first that he was looking at a picture of a cock. A gorgeous one.

Rivaille sent him a picture of his cock. He was holding it in his hand so it was straight, his thumb meant to be used as a metric with which to indicate the significant girth. Yren drank in every individual vein, shadow, curve, tuft of pubic hair... it all was so beautiful. Rivaille's cock was beautiful. Yren supposed it only made sense — a super hot guy with a super perfect penis. Go figure.

11:40 PM Rivaille: Show me where I can put this.

Oh fuck. Just when he thought he got things back together, Yren felt like his brain scrambled again. Rivaille wanted to fuck him. Rivaille wanted to use that — Yren took a good long look at the image again — to fuck him. He was practically shaking when he typed out his next text. What the fuck does one even respond to a dick pic? Besides the obvious ‘yum,’ though Yren wasn’t desperate enough to actually compliment Rivaille's borderline sexual harassment.