Talk To Me: Penraser (NSFW)

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Eraser sat alone in his room, feeling the familiar stirring of desire within him. He knew what he needed, or rather who he needed. Picking up his phone, he quickly dialed Pen's number, hoping that the sound of his voice would provide the release he craved. Little did Pen know, Eraser was getting off to his voice, the thrill of secrecy only adding to the intensity of his pleasure.

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Eraser was bored and alone. Ever since he'd been eliminated, he hadn't seen Pen—not in person, anyway. They FaceTimed or called every now and then, just to check in. Pen texted him a lot though, about every little thing that happened in his day. Eraser didn't mind. It helped him not miss him too much.

Being eliminated sucked. He didn't really have many friends here in this weird, upside-down hotel. Maybe Coiny—but ever since Pin got eliminated too, those two had been practically glued together. Before that, Coiny and Eraser would hang out a lot. Now Coiny was off with his girlfriend 24/7. Whatever. Eraser totally didn't care.

Didn't mean he didn't miss Pen, though.

Pen had texted him about the latest challenge. Apparently Bottle hosted that episode—which, great. So she gets to stay in and host while he's stuck in here? Rude. Apparently she made them stay on a Ferris wheel the whole time? Pen said he'd been feeling kinda off that day, like things weren't the same anymore. He was worried he and Snowball weren't as close as they used to be, or something like that. Typical Pen—anxious rambling, lots of overthinking. But then he texted later saying it was all chill and that they were teaming up against the bossy bot, Golf Ball. That part made Eraser laugh. It sounded chaotic, like always.

Eraser didn't really know what was going on in the game anymore. And honestly? He didn't really care. Not now that he was out. But he did care about Pen. Hoped he was doing okay. Apparently Pen was watching some of Blocky's Funny Doings again too. Must mean he missed Blocky a lot. Somehow, that even helped him win the challenge? Weird... but whatever.

This was so boring. Eraser kicked his legs out on the bed and leaned over to grab his phone. He started scrolling through his photos. There weren't many, just some dumb memes and a bunch of selfies Pen had taken. One of them, a cute selfie of the two of them together, was his lockscreen. The rest? Pretty much all Pen. He had this habit of stealing Eraser's phone and snapping random pictures. It was kind of adorable, honestly.

Eraser smirked to himself as he scrolled through the gallery, stopping on one where Pen's smile was extra bright and goofy. God, he missed him... And not just the hanging out and talking part, it had been weeks since they'd kissed... or had sex... It was driving him insane.

He sighed, thumbing over another photo. As lame as it sounded, he really missed his boyfriend. Sure, Pen was the one always blowing up his phone with messages, but that didn't mean Eraser didn't miss him just as much. He was just—well... kind of lazy about showing it.

Eraser couldn't tear his gaze away from the photo on his phone. He felt a strange tingling sensation in his stomach, his mind filled with thoughts of Pen. He found himself wishing that his boyfriend was right there in the room with him, the memory of his cute face on the phone not quite satisfying his desires.

Feeling frustrated, Eraser moved his hand down, gently rubbing himself. It's just a photo, he thought, but it's not enough. I need to hear his voice.

With that, Eraser exited the gallery and tapped over to his contacts. He scrolled until he found Pen's name and hit call.

Pen was outside near the hotel, actually hanging out with Snowball for once, which felt really nice. They hadn't chilled in a while, but after the last challenge, things between them seemed to click again. Pen did feel a little guilty about not spending time with Liy right now, but she looked fine, off chatting with Bottle. So that was all good.

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