phone sex
Zayn: It’s not anything like the real thing, but his husky voice coming through the phone is enough for you. And the way you whimper his name as your hand glides down your stomach is definitely enough for him. “Come on baby, like I would. Go slow. Feel that? Mm, yes, like that. Fuck baby, I love the way you say my name.”
Louis: He knows he has to be quiet, for the sake of the boys sleeping in the bunks around him but with the way your breathing is starting to hitch, he doesn’t know if he can take much more. “Take it off. Then I want you-” He grits his teeth as his hand slicks over his length, because this is almost too damn much. “I want you to put one finger in, real slow.” He starts, his lip caught between his teeth.
Liam: He adjusts his camera as you swallow the lump in your throat. “Lower your camera, babe. I wanna see it.” He says of the black lingerie he’d sent you specifically for this reason. “God, you look so fucking good.” He growls as you watch his hand travel down his loose fitting sweats. “Take it off.” He orders, his hand moving faster as it drops to the floor.
Niall: He’s not sure how, but he’s somehow managed to let you take control. And as his face flushes and his hand wraps tightly around his already hard length, he really isn’t sure that he minds all that much. “Fuck, princess. Yesss. Shit. Keep talking like that. M’gonna cum.” He whimpers into the phone, your voice getting him there faster than normal.
Harry: He’s not gonna lie, he doesn’t really know what he’s doing and he kind of fumbles over his words at first. But once he gets into it, once your voice gets raspier and breathy, he’s gone. His hand moving fast over himself as he shuts his eyes, imagining that you were right there. “Not yet.” He growls as he hears that familiar whine. “Not fucking yet, baby.”
