The CEO Next Door

Part 4

WARNING : SEXUAL CONTENT AHEAD [NOTHIN' REALLY JUST A BIT OF PHONE SEX ;)]

Draco decided a week later that he would accept Tom's offer.

Mostly because he was plagued with wet dreams and memories he thought he had long forgotten. Harry had football practice this afternoon, but Draco knew his schedule well enough to decide for both of them which day they had time.

He pressed the digits on his phone and bit his lip while waiting for Tom to pick up.

"Draco," he heard next to his ear, "so you've decided to give us another chance?"

Draco barely controlled the itch to ask how Tom knew this was his phone number. Tom Riddle knew everything, and if he didn't, he pretended to anyway.

"Harry and I come as a set."

"I figured," Tom sighed. "He's too much of a football player for my tastes. I hope he doesn't expect me to fake an interest in it. I have to do that too often already. He looks like a hot piece of ass though."

"He is," Draco said. "More than."

"Tell me about it."

Draco paused, taken off guard.

"Tell me how round his ass cheeks are, how large his cock is. I've just gotten myself a bit of privacy. You called at the right time."

Draco shook his head. This was Tom. No shame at all. He pressed the record button on the phone, so he could use the Audio on Harry later. If Draco couldn't handle a bit of phone sex, then he didn't need to try stuff in the flesh. He would just consider this a trial run.

"Well," Draco licked his lips.

"Let's start in the shower," Tom said. "Imagine he comes home from practice - that's where he's now, right? What do you do?"

Tom's voice was lower now. Draco had forgotten how good a dirty talk he was. While Harry was good at sex itself and ready to try most everything, he was very quiet. Tom could drive someone insane without touching a single part of their body.

Draco swallowed.

"He comes home," he picked up Tom's narrative. "I'm covered in paint, he is sweaty. He's tired and just drops his clothes as soon as he's through the door, walking to the bathroom naked."

"It's an invitation?"

"Yes. Always." Draco felt his jeans tighten, and tried to sit more comfortably.

"Why don't you walk there now, Draco? Touch the tiles, have a better idea of the scene. Describe what he looks like when the wet water runs down his chest."

So they were doing this, then. Draco opened up his trousers and left them on the floor in his atelier, as he walked over to the bathroom in nothing but underpants and one of Harry's white shirts.

He pushed open the door and imagined it filled with the steam of someone showering.

"Our new shower is large and has dark green tiles. Harry's already in the spray. He's magnificent," he said. "He stands with his back to me, there is nothing but a glass wall separating us. The hot water is running down his back, over the curve of his ass and down his legs. He just stands there, motionless, as the water drums on his head."

Tom hummed, "The air is warm, the glass steamed up. Soon you can only see his vague silhouette. What do you do?"

Draco was now hard, the erection staining firmly against the soft cotton of his underwear. But he felt there was no time to strip. He quickly put his phone into a waterproof bag which hung on the shower wall (when Harry was away they liked to do facetime in the shower). Then he turned on the water.

"I step behind him and run my hands over the skin of his back. He sighs softly and leans back into me. Uncaring that I'm still partly clothed. There is no time to undress, I need to touch him. His skin is soft, but his nipples are hard and knobbly, as I reach around and twist them. His head falls back to rest on my shoulder and I suck on his neck, as I rub my cock against the creak of his ass." Draco's voice failed him at that. He imagined Harry's head thrown back, exposing the long expanse of his throat, the deep hum rippling through the steamed air. Draco's hand snaked lower and closed around his cock.

"And he likes that, doesn't he? He pushes his ass back, giving you a better angle. He's a slut for you." Draco' swallowed. "Oh, I know what you like, Draco," Tom said, breathing a little more heavily at the other end. "We've always had similar tastes."

Draco's hand closed tighter around his dick. With much effort he pushed down the wet underwear, using some soap for slick. He breathed deeply, as the water drenched his clothing, and he imagined that he, in fact, had Harry's asscheeks in his hands.

"Oh yes," Draco said. "He's a slut, bending lower, his hands on the tiles, making obscene noises. His breathing is ragged, as he pushes his feet farther apart. He-"

"He reaches for his own cock, but you slap the hand away. You're in control. You slowly surround his cock with one hand, the other you cover in shampoo. You circle his hole, tease him until he pushes back, then you slowly let it slip past the rim and push one finger in." Draco reached back to his own ass, pushing the underwear lower. Following Tom's instructions.

"He's already loose and slick. He's done some preparation before you came into the bathroom, and he's got no patience. He's breathing hard. 'Draco,' he sais. 'Hurry! Don't make this a game. Come on. Now!' He pushes back against your hand, fucks himself onto your finger. He is so tight. You can hear the squishy, naughty sounds even over the spray of the shower."

Draco breathed in the water, as he heard the same naughty sounds as he fingered his own ass.

"You push in a second digit and he lets out a grunt." Draco moaned, still barely holding back from fucking into his other hand which was still fisted around his cock. "'Beg for it,' you say. Your hand is still only loosely holding his cock, and he's desperately fucking into it now. But doesn't get any friction. 'Please, Draco,' he says. 'I need you. It's itching. Please.' He pushes his ass against your crock. 'Please, give it to me. Fuck me with your hard cock. You gorgeous, thick trunk of a cock.' But you still remain strong."

"Tom," Draco said. "Tom. No, I -" This wasn't fair. It felt painful keeping the hand around his cock loose. He wanted to fist himself; hard, fast - And imagining Harry this slutty was driving him sparse. Harry, who never did more than grunt during sex. It was so hot to have him say all these things. If only in his head.

"And you tease him further. Push another finger in and twist them until you find his sweet spot. He says nothing, just lets his head fall back in pure bliss. His eyes are closed. He's just rocking back onto your fingers and you see them disappear into his warm, tight heat again and again. 'Draco,' he says. 'Please, honey. I need you inside of me.' And that when you cannot take it anymore. You pull all your fingers out at once and fuck into him, in one fast push. He makes a noise which sounds like a gurgle."

Draco was past words. He couldn't answer anymore. He only started fisting his cock for real; hard and fast and full of soap. He didn't hear Tom anymore, didn't want to hear lest he tell him to stop again. Draco was past caring. He just pumped, the pleasure climbing higher and higher until he sprayed his come all over the tiles. It almost instantly disappeared into the drain.

There was only heavy breathing, as he pulled the phone to his ear. Tom's climax was silent but very noticeable in the absence of any words.

"Thank you," he said. "You can come over on Thursday night!"

There was a moment of silence.

"I will be there," Tom said. Then the phone was dead.