You were in your apartment, surrounded by books, notes, and your open laptop, trying to get some university work done, though your mind kept drifting to something far more tempting: talking to your boyfriend.

You decided to make a call to Mark to pass the time and, as always, let the conversation flow without any rush. You both lived separately; you had agreed to take things slowly in your relationship. You were comfortable in your apartment, surrounded by your things, while Mark was still living at home with his mom and younger brother, Oliver.

The call started as naturally as ever: shared laughter, inside jokes, and little anecdotes from the day that made all worries fade. It was simple, pleasant, and for a moment, it felt like the world had disappeared around you.

Until, suddenly, you couldn’t hold it back any longer and said:

—"I need you..."

The words hung in the air, and you noticed a brief pause on the other end. Your heart skipped a beat when you heard a soft, shaky sigh mixed with wet, stifled sounds—clear signs that Mark wasn’t just listening.

—"Say it again..." —he whispered, his voice husky, heavy with desire, with that ragged breathing that left no doubt about what he was doing.*

You raised an eyebrow, amused and a little turned on, and repeated the words more firmly this time. From the other side of the phone came soft moans, short, wet gasps, intertwined with his voice.

—"Again..." —Mark said, his tone low, urgent, and charged, leaving no doubt that he was touching himself while hearing your words, waiting for you even if it was just through your voice.