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I'm.. not wearing anything, actually.

[His voice was still hesitant. Was he ruining it by telling the truth?]

--oh.

[Cater tries to play it cool, but the surprise is obvious. Natsume???]

You're a bit ahead of the game, then. Hey, you weren't already in the middle of something when you thought of me, were you?

[There's a more distinctive sound at Cater's question, of something moving through water. It's Natsume, shifting his legs to stretch them out from where he'd been sitting cross-legged in the tub.]

Sorry, I didn't know there were rules.. I'm in the bath and um, needed a distraction. I'd get in trouble if I actually had you over here for that though.

Ah.

[Not that Cater was upset or annoyed to begin with, but that explanation still softens him.]

At your place with Maomao? I won't try and barge my way over, then.

[...]

I'm proud of you.

[Natsume's toes curled in the water, and a happy little smile came out unbidden. He really liked the idea of Cater being proud of him.]

I'm pretty sure doing that would be cheating... but maybe next time I'll do this at the cottage anyway.

[Cater lets out a small laugh, huffing as he tries to re-orient himself to this new mood.]

There isn't exactly, like, a playbook on this kinda thing, you know. You can't cheat at it. As long as you're feeling sexy and having fun, that's all that matters.

[So, if Natsume still needed a distraction...]

Do you want to keep going?

If we can...

[He was having fun, and while he wasn't feeling sexy yet, he knew listening to Cater's voice would soon have him on the right track.]

You said I was.. sitting on top of you, unbuttoning your shirt? Maybe.. sliding my hands up your chest while pushing it open?

[Cater takes a breath, lets out a soft, slow sigh. He could use a Split Card to make his reactions even more pointed, but...he wanted to do this truly one-on-one with Natsume. His eyes close as he focuses on the other boy's voice on the other end of the phone, starting once again to unbutton his shirt.]

Your hands are so warm. Keep touching me.

[He couldn't get over the novelty of it, of how describing what he'd like to do turned into something Cater was making happen on his end. It felt just as intimate as if he were actually there. Natsume let his eyes close halfway as his imagination painted Cater in his mind.]

I like touching you. Being able to run my hands over you slowly.. tracing my fingers over your collarbone.. sliding one hand back down to brush across your nipple...

[Natsume will hear the way his breathing changes just slightly as Cater follows the "instructions" he's given. He runs his hands over his own body as patiently as he can, wanting to do more but forcing himself to mimic the pace that Natsume was setting with his imagination. It was more than erotic in its own way, that invisible limitation and forced restraint. He could feel himself stirring, a warmth spreading out through his body.]

I don't want to keep my hands to myself--I'm too excited. I'm putting my arms around you while you touch me and sliding my fingers slowly down your spine.

I love it when I feel your hands all over me... and you know how sensitive my back can be...

[He could imagine it, even if he didn't move. Could almost feel those guitar-callused fingers teasing their way downward, giving him a sense of anticipation.]

When your nipple hardens from my touch I like to pinch it a little... give it a little tug to see your reaction... I can't make up my mind where to put my mouth on you, but your neck is always so tempting... I want to leave a mark there, so you think of me whenever you see it.

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