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Title: Touch
By: Neko Mastermind

"Really, Ryoma, I don't understand what's so great about America." Momo said, balancing the phone on his shoulder. "I know you've got family over there and all, but why did you have to pick this week to visit?" The pout was evident in his tone.

There was a small sigh before his boyfriend answered, tone half-amused, half-exasperated. "I told you, Momo. It's my aunt's birthday. Kaa-san said I had to go." But it was obvious he didn't want to be there. "Besides, it's only a week. I'm sure you can live seven days without me."

"No I can't," Momo continued to pout. "Seven days is a long time, you know. That's seven days I have to sit around by myself, doing nothing. Seven days that I don't get to see my boyfriend. Seven days of nothing, nothing!"

"Poor Momo, stuck all by himself," Ryoma said, sarcastic. "You at least get to talk to me."

"It's not the same." Momo grumped. "I can't touch you."

Unnoticed, a blush crept up on Ryoma's cheeks. "Then touch yourself to make up for it."

A small, mischievous grin appeared on the younger boy's lips when he heard Momo sputtering. "R-Ryoma! You little pervert."

"Hey, you're the one who said it first."

"I didn't mean it like that!"

"Sure you didn't."

"I didn't!"

"Right. I believe you, Momo."

"You're so mean to me," Momo sighed, and Ryoma could just picture his boyfriend's dramatics. "I don't know why I put up with you."

"Because you love me, that's why." Ryoma grinned, turning over to lie on his stomach. "And because I'm the only one who'll put up with you."

"So cruel~." Momo sighed. "What did I ever do to deserve this?"

"I don't know, but when I figure it out, I'll let you know."

"Gee, thanks."

"Anytime."

They bickered back and forth a bit, teasing each other in the way lovers would; the occasional sexual innuendo thrown in for good fun, talk of what would happen when Ryoma returned to Japan.

It was all going innocently enough, until...

"Na, Ryoma."

"Eh?"

"Are you alone right now?"

Ryoma raised an eyebrow, glancing towards his door. "Aa, everyone's downstairs. I'm in the guest room by myself."

If he could've seen the grin that spread across Momo's lips, he would've started to worry. Instead, he worried over his boyfriend's next words. "Lock the door."

Brows furrowing, the younger teen did as he was told, rolling off the bed and going to the door, turning the lock. Shaking his head a little, he wandered back to the bed, pausing to kick off his shoes. "And why am I locking the door?"

"Well~," Momo hummed, sitting up and leaning against the headboard of his bed, switching the phone to his other ear. "I was thinking we could do a little something...productive."

"Productive," Ryoma repeated, deadpan. Just what was his boyfriend planning? "There's not much you can do over the phone."

"Sure there is." And there was that tone of voice, the one Ryoma just knew meant Momo was planning something. "Think you're up for it?"

"Saa..." Ryoma took a moment to think about it, and all the things the older boy could be plotting, then nodded faintly. "Are you going to tell me what it is?"

"Not until you agree to it."

"Fine, I agree." Ryoma sighed.

"Great!" Momo chirped, and his boyfriend could hear shuffling through the phone. "I want you to do whatever I say without arguing, okay? Trust me; you'll enjoy it."

The younger teen rolled his eyes, flopping back onto his bed. "Alright. What do you want me to do?"

There was a pause, and Ryoma almost thought that their phones had disconnected when Momo suddenly spoke up, voice deeper, more sensual. "Take off your clothes."

A shiver coursed down Ryoma's spine, and he closed his eyes. God...he...wait. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me, Ryoma."

Well, that explained why he wanted me to lock the door... "Okay...hold on." Shifting on the bed, he leaned down to pull off his socks, then unbuttoned his pants. Putting down the phone, Ryoma shimmied the pants down off his hips, followed by his boxers. Taking a deep breath, he removed the last article of clothing - his shirt - then picked up the phone, feeling his cheeks heat up. "There. I'm naked. Happy?"

"Mm...very." Momo said in that tone again, sending another shiver down his boyfriend's spine. "Now I want you to listen very carefully, Ryoma."

"A-Aa..."

"I want you to lay back on the bed and get comfortable." Momo paused for a moment, listening to the other teen shift. "And then...I want you to touch yourself, like I would."

Ryoma couldn't help but roll his eyes, despite how much the tone of Momo's voice was turning him on. Wrinkling his nose, he sighed softly. "Touch myself how? You'll have to be specific." A grin spread across his lips. "You touch me many different ways, Momo."

"Brat." Momo said, his tone both affectionate and amused. "Think about it."

"Hai, hai..." Ryoma took a deep breath, then took his free hand, fingers lightly trailing up his abdomen, over his stomach and to his chest. Closing his eyes, he let one finger lightly circle his nipple, gasping softly as it immediately stiffened. "Nn..."

A small grin appeared on Momo's face at the sound. "Good," He said softly, his tone deeper again. "Imagine that's my hand on you, Ryoma. Touching you, caressing you..." He paused, then smirked. "Making you moan."

Closing his eyes, Ryoma shivered almost forcefully, keeping up the teasing touch to his nipple. Taking the stiff peak between his fingers, he pinched lightly, eliciting a small gasp from him. "I-I am, Momo, I am..." He said, voice slightly breathless.

"Mm..." Momo hummed into the phone, still smirking. "You don't know how bad I want you right now, Ryoma. I can just see you, lying there...naked...cheeks flushed in pleasure, writhing against the sheets. Needing me." There was another pause, only to hear the whimper that escaped his boyfriend's throat. "Do you need me, Ryoma?"

His fingers were quickening their pace, alternating between pinching and rolling the tightened nub between his fingers. Another whimper passed Ryoma's lips, and his chest arched towards his fingers, tempted to put the phone down so he could repeat the touch with his other hand. "A-Aa...I need you Momo, I want you." He said, voice husky with pleasure. "God, I want you..."

Momo made a soft sound of his throat, feeling his own body start to react to the sounds his boyfriend was making. "I bet you're all hot right now, Ryoma... I can just see you, touching yourself, that beautiful body of yours...arching off the bed..." A shiver ran down his spine at the imagery. "I think it's time we...move to the next part. Don't you agree?"

It took a moment or two for Ryoma to actually understand what Momo said, so caught up in the pleasure coming from his own touch. Whimpering, he gave a faint nod, but didn't remove his hand just yet, instead firming his touch, pinching and twisting his nipple harder. "Aah!" He gasped, breath coming in soft pants. "I....I agree."

"I thought so," Momo said in a smug tone, and Ryoma could here some more faint rustling. "You know where to touch yourself next, right?"

Grinning faintly, Ryoma let his hand slide down his chest, over-sensitive muscles fluttering under his chest. "Lower, ne?" He asked, letting his fingers tease just below his abdomen.

"Aa, lower." Momo grinned as well. "And I'm sure you know exactly where to touch yourself, too."

"Mmhm..." Ryoma hummed, letting his hand move lower, fingers curling around his cock. He moaned softly, hips arching off the bed. "Nnn~ M-Momo..."

"Does it feel good?" Momo asked in a husky whisper, drawing another moan out of his boyfriend. "Does it feel like my hand on you?"

The younger boy shook his head, hand fumbling with the phone as he almost dropped it. "No...it's not the same. It's...it's not you, Momo." He responded breathlessly, hand moving over his arousal in slow, leisurely strokes.

"Imagine it's me." Momo whispered. "Imagine it's my hand moving over you, giving you pleasure, drawing those sounds out of you...."

Fingers tightening around both himself and the phone, Ryoma couldn't help but moan, his hand moving quicker over himself. "G-God..."

"Go ahead, go faster." Momo encouraged.

"Aah~!" Hips coming off the bed again, Ryoma writhed, hand moving quicker over his cock, fingers tightening. It felt so good, and god, between this and Momo's voice, he wouldn't last long. "I-I can't..."

"Come for me." His boyfriend's voice whispered, curiously breathless. "Let me hear you."

The words were enough to send him spiraling over the edge, hips arching sharply as he spilled his release, mouth open in a cry of pleasure. The phone fell from his hand as his body collapsed against the sheets, sated and tired.

It took a moment for him to regain the energy, and Ryoma rolled over onto his side, picking up the phone and murmuring into it. "Momo?"

"Y-Yeah?" Came a soft reply, and a grin appeared on Ryoma's face. He knew that tone; it seemed Momo had been doing some of his own touching.

"Can you call me tomorrow?"