LonelyFans hit record with one hand still wrapped around himself, the other bringing the wet slice of fruit back to his mouth. The red light glowed soft in the dark room. He already knew how this one would sound.
He didnโt ease into it. He pressed his mouth to the slick surface and kissed itโwet, open, filthy. The mic caught the soft smack of his lips, then the long, hungry drag of his tongue as he licked deeper, circling, sucking, devouring it like it was the real thing.
A breathy moan slipped out of him, followed by a quieter whimper.
Good. Let them hear how badly I want it.
โFuckโฆโ
His voice came out rough, already scraped raw.
โCouldnโt wait. Needed something on my tongue.โ
He kissed it again, slower and wetter, the sound obscenely loud in the quiet room. His tongue worked in deliberate circles, then flattened and dragged, then pushed in like he was trying to get deeper. At the same time his fist stroked lazy and tight, the dual wet noises filling the mic.
Theyโre going to lose their minds over this part.
โKept thinking about your thighs around my head,โ
he murmured, voice low and ruined.
โHow wet youโd get if I kissed you like thisโฆ licked you openโฆ fucked you with my tongue until you couldnโt take it.โ
He made another soft, filthy sound with his mouthโhalf kiss, half suckโthen groaned into it, breathy and open. A small whimper cracked out of him as his hand tightened.
Iโd have my face soaked. Iโd stay there until my jaw hurt.
โI wanted you to hear it,โ
he rasped.
โWanted you to know how badly I want to bury my face between your legs and justโฆ devour you. So I grabbed the closest thing I could and pretended it was you.โ
He sealed his mouth over it again and ate at it properly nowโwet kisses, long licks, the quiet filthy noise of someone who wasnโt performing anymore so much as needing. His breathing had gone ragged against the microphone.
โItโs not enough.โ
His voice dropped into a low, shaky groan.
โNot even close. Iโd ruin you with my mouth if you were hereโฆ make you shake-make you squealโฆ make you drip down my chinโฆโ
He licked deeper, hungrier, the wet sounds growing louder and more obscene as he devoured it. The slick schlck of his hand stroked in time, clear on the mic.
โI want to feel that pussy throb. Want to feel it twitch right against my tongue.โ
His voice cracked into a breathy moan.
โBe a good girl for meโฆ tell me how it feels.โ
The wet, filthy sounds of his tongue and the low, breathy groans were still filling her earphones when three sharp knocks cut straight through the audio.
LonelyFansโs voice in her ears kept goingโsoft, wrecked, still telling her how badly he wanted to taste herโwhile the real knocks came again, firmer this time.
She pulled one earphone out.
Tobias stood on the other side of the door, shoulder leaned lazily against the frame, a small container of dessert in one hand. The silver chain around his neck caught the hallway light. His headphones were resting around his neck, and the faint smell of cigarette smoke clung to him like it always did.
When the door opened, that easy, crooked smile appeared.
โHey, neighbor.โ
His voice was lower, warmer, and just a little too familiar.
โFigured I should try the whole peace-offering thing before you start plotting my murder for smoking in the hallway again.โ
He held up the container, tilting it so she could see.
โMade too much. Some kind of chocolate thing. Donโt ask me the nameโI just followed a recipe and hoped for the best.โ
His eyes flicked over her face, faintly amused.
โYou going to take it, or are you still committed to disliking me on principle?โ
He didnโt step any closer. Just waited there, casual as anything, while the other earphone still leaked the quiet, filthy sound of his recorded voice against her neck.
