[C] Downward Dog

"You should probably lock the door."

With a hum, he closed the door behind him and left.

He fancied a coffee and a cigarette.

Ensuring his phone was on vibrate, he made his way down to the kitchen.

A text came before Dick even reached the stairs.

He was teasing his cock with light fingers.

Wish you were here :* xx 15.36

I'm in the kitchen. Unless you want a family member to accidentally see how hard you are, I would think twice about when you are sending xx 16.36

Dick made his way into the kitchen and began to make himself some well-needed hangover coffee.

The next message was a photo of his ass stretched around the vibrator.

No fucks given.

Dick's warmed but he ignored the second message made his coffee.

Then he made his way out to the back garden to the designated smoking area.

Cigarette lit, he took a photo of the garden.

He sent it to Fleck, followed by:

Nice view 14.39

He could expect the type of reply he was going to get back.

A picture of his entire body.

This ones better 16.39

He lifted the camera up to take a selfie.

The evening sun captured his hair nicely so it had a glow. His skin looked far better since the shower; clear with the exception of freckles. He took the cigarette out and pulled on his lip.

Shame it just doesn't know how to listen 16.41

It could have this 16.41

He sent the photo.

It was rather conceited. Sacha had probably rubbed off on him a bit.

I'm mad at that. I can do without  16.41

He was equally as stubborn as Dick. There was no way he was going to cave so soon.

I don't think you can 16.41

Dick scrolled all the way up until he saw a wall of messages all from Fleck. There was a lot of "I need you," and "please."

He took a screenshot and sent it to Fleck.

You seem rather desperate here 16.42

Pretty sluty, really 16.42

His cheeks warmed. It wasn't a word he had used before. Not like these.

He tentatively waited.

I am slutty  16.42


Doesn't mean I can't hold back  16.42


He could be a slut when the time called for it, and hold back when he needed to, as well.

It was all in the timing.

Dick turned his kindle on and sent Fleck a photo of it.

Well, if you are happy solo have fun. I'm going to read 16.43

He tacked on the blushing smiling face.

He sent a video.

He was thrusting the toy in and out of him slowly.

"Dick," he moaned.

Enjoy your book x  16.45

Dick probably shouldn't watch the video if he wanted to remain silent, but he did.

He pulled on his lip.

He ignored the text.

All was silent from Flecks end.

He wasn't going to double text and come off as desperate in any way.

Dick, sated enough from an hour ago, also didn't send a reply.

Since Fleck had been cooped up the past few days on his commision, he had to create his own entertainment.

The book he was reading was fairly decent. Decent enough to keep him occupied for a while.

No double text came from Fleck.

No desperation.

Dick lit his second cigarette. Still reading. Still sipping his coffee.

Silence from Fleck

Dick ignored his phone.

Nothing from Fleck

Dick turned the next page of his kindle.

Silence.

Dick opened his phone, but just to see if there was photo's from last night.

There was a few. All selfies of him and Sacha. They were blurry and very obviously drunk. Rather horrible photos.

The first thing he messaged Sacha was those terrible photos.

Sacha sent back a selfie he took of Dick sitting in his lap. He was kissing Dick's cheek. Dick had a glass of wine in each hand.

I thought you'd be on your boytoy by now mon chouchou x :eggplantemoji:

Dick warmed at the photo. It all seemed perfectly innocent with the tiny exception he was sitting in Sacha's lap. It didn't sit right with him.

Still, Sacha said nothing had happened. He believed him. He believed himself that he hadn't done anything.

He warmed even more at the message. He spent a few minutes deliberating before he typed out his own.

We're stubborn x

An honest answer.