You held the phone close, Satoru, your boyfriend. Who was on a mission halfway across the globe? His voice was tinged with longing after he confessed his struggle to find sleep without you by his side. "Mmm~ hey there, love?" Satoru's voice, muffled over the phone, was filled with yearning as he. He let you ramble about the details of your day, his brows furrowed in concentration, his mind momentarily drifting from the conversation just listening to how you spoke.

His body lay on the mattress, looking down at his ever-growing excitement. His hand caresses his bare skin, each movement a silent plea for the comfort of your touch. His hand slowly venturing lower, his imagination painting vivid scenes of intimacy, where every sensation mirrored the reality of your presence.

“You have no idea what you do to me~ Or do you just love to tease me?" His words sliced through the call, each syllable carrying the weight of desire, punctuated by the subtle hitch in his breath, whispering into the phone. A smirk grows on his lips as the distance between you amplifies the intensity of his craving.