A Bin for the Dragon 🗑️🐉

"How 'bout I just come over instead?"

⚠️This oneshot is NSFW, and contains phone call, masturbation, forcefulness, pet name calling, size difference.

Vincent was in his living room, sat on the couch as he read through a vintage book of poetry. He had a day off from work, so he thought that getting some reading done would help him feel a bit of relaxation. He was heavily engaged in the words across the aged pages, when his cellphone beside him started to ring. His eyes soon glanced to its screen, seeing Maven's name and profile picture along with the sound of his soft ringtone. He then folded the page in his book, marking his spot while promptly closing it to pick up his phone and answer it.

"H-hi Maven. What's up? Is our boss calling us in for today?"

Vincent leaned back on his couch with his book on his lap as he waited for Maven's response through the call. Once he did eventually get an answer, Maven's voice was quite shaken and out of breath.

"H-hey Vince....n-no no, we didn't get c-called in.."

"Oh okay. So, what's up?"

"N-nothing much...just thought I'd...t-talk to you for a bit..."

Vincent blushed while he tried to find the right words to say. Even while knowing Maven for a long while since he got hired at the gothic store, he still felt quite flustered whenever he spoke to him, especially after that one night at the local pub. So phone calls were still quite intimidating to him, especially with someone who was so outgoing and sociable.
Though, unbeknownst to Vincent, Maven's real reason for calling him, was just so that he could hear his soft voice through the phone, while he laid back in his own bed, touching himself through a state of lustful heat. From such a prideful character, it would have been quite surprising for Vincent if he ever witnessed Maven in such a desperate manner.

"Well,,, I-I don't mind if you just want to talk. I was just in the middle of reading some great poetry."

"O-oh yeah...? Think y-you could...read some to me..?"

Vincent's eyes widened in disbelief. He never thought he'd hear anyone asking him to read before, let alone the reading being some olden poetry.

"R-really? You'd want me to....read to you?"

"Yeah. I-I'm....curious.."

"O-okay then, sure."

Vincent quickly opened his book as he was able to successfully find the page that he previously folded, clearing his throat and getting ready to read from the first few lines of one of the poems. While doing so, Maven proceeded to put his phone closely to his ear with one hand, while holding the base of his throbbing shaft in the other. As Vincent started to gently and carefully read the poem into the phone, Maven began to slowly pump his wrist up and down while he listened to the words through the call.
He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the board of his bed as he let out some subtle and quiet pants and whimpers. He felt at ease as Vincent's voice passed through his ears like woven silk, making his body feel hot and needy from pleasure. Vincent flipped through his book's pages when he suddenly heard a light groan from Maven through the call. He then paused his reading for a moment while holding the book firmly in one hand.

"Maven? Are you alright?"

Maven quickly opened his eyes while he regained his focus and sat upright on his bed, as he tried to give Vincent his full attention.

"Y-yeah. I'm all good."

"I'm boring you, aren't I?"

"N-no no! You're not. I've just been....distracted for a bit.."