Phone Call

Pairing/Fandom: Honda/Otogi (Yu-Gi-Oh)
Title: Phone Call
Author: Leah
Disclaimer: Honda and Otogi and all of Yu-Gi-Oh belongs to Kazuki Takahashi, not me.

"It's only for a week, Hiroto!" Otogi reminded, amused, as he kicked off his boots and began un-looping his necktie with his free hand. He'd just come back to his hotel room after a long day of meetings for the American division of Industrial Illusions, and all he wanted to do after that was relax and call his boyfriend up, who remained in Domino, Japan still. "I'll be home soon, okay? It's not like I relish this advertising tour either, but it has to be done or else the media won't get a hold of the information for the company's new game, and then there won't be as much publicity, and then the sales won't be as high as the company expected... don't you see?"

Honda, on the other end of the line, did get all that business stuff. He didn't like it, but he understood, and he knew it had to be done. Industrial Illusion's advertising plans were far from his mind now, however. He sunk down to sit on his bed, slouching idly, and sighed heavily. "...I want you, Ryuuji."

Otogi's eyebrows both shot up at that reply. He'd been expecting something more on the lines of, 'Wow, sounds like you have a full week ahead of you,' or 'Hmm, you must have been pretty busy today,' but never that. After a quick sigh, he sat down on his own bed in the hotel room, and replied, "...Hiroto, I'm not exactly in a position to do anything about it. I'll be back Saturday night. The flight arrives there at 6:45. Hang in there until then... okay? When I get back... I'm yours. I promise."

The brunette groaned, and palmed his eyes; he hadn't meant immediately, but then again, he often said things that just didn't come out right to Otogi. He replied , "I know that. I just... miss you, that's all. 'Want you, too."

Silence drew on for a short moment, Otogi thinking on what he personally could do to help the wait seem less lengthy. He eased up onto the bed to lie back against the pillows, getting comfortable. "...where are you?"

"Eh?" Honda asked, baffled, and didn't respond further for a few confused seconds. "Uh... I'm using the phone in the bedroom. Why?"

"...Hiroto, lie down."

Now it was the younger boy's turn to raise his eyebrows. "What? Why?"

"Just do it," was the gentle command.

The brunette was never one to refuse a request from Otogi, and did as the other boy asked, settling down onto his bed and lying back, toeing off his own shoes after he was situated. "...okay. I am. Now... why am I doing this?"

Otogi smirked... and replied, lowering his voice to a seductive whisper, "...I want you to do everything I tell you to do. Imagine everything I tell you to... Can you do that, Hiroto?"

After a pleasantly startled second of realizing what his partner wanted him to do, and shivering a little at the tone of Otogi's voice, Honda closed his eyes, and relaxed against his bed, replying, "...yeah. I mean... I'm ready, 'Yuuji. I'm listening."

"Good... because I want you, too, Hiroto..." Otogi purred. "'Want you like always... Imagine I'm right there with you... okay? Right beside you..."

That wasn't a hard image for Honda to conjure up. His boyfriend was frankly beautiful, stunning green eyes and long, silky black hair and a perfect body... Just thinking about his partner like this sent a shiver down his spine. "...you're gorgeous, Ryuuji."

That smirk on Otogi's face widened, and he resisted the urge to retort with an instinctive 'I know,' and instead continued painting a mental picture for his partner, voice soft. "...I'm all yours, Hiroto. Only yours. And I want you now... I can't wait much longer, Hiroto. Imagine me... pulling off my shirt real quick. I don't mind about my hair... It's down anyway, just how you like it... And my shoes come off next, and then everything else, quickly, because I'm really impatient... I reach over to you, and I tug open your pants, and settle between your legs..."

The other boy couldn't reply, the vision in his mind too appealing to return to reality. Holding the receiver with one hand still, he reached down with his free hand to hurriedly undo the button, and then the zipper of his own pants, already starting to get aroused. He couldn't help it; he was addicted to his partner, and it was as simple as that. His breath hitched a little, and he waited for the other boy to continue. "'Want you, 'Yuuji..." Unable to stop himself, he slid a hand inside to gently caress his own need, letting out a shuddering sigh upon contact.

"You'll get me, Hiroto... I'm right here..." Otogi went on, "And... I want to make you feel good. Really good... I bend down... and I hold your hips down with my hands... as I take you into my mouth... I suck hard... wanting to her you make more noise..."

Honda shivered hard, and lifted his hand to draw his tongue down the inside of his palm, slickening his fingers, then closing that palm around his own length again, his stokes mirroring the effect his partner's hot, wet mouth might have on him. He gasped at the sharp spike of pleasure that overcame him with his touches, and he pressed the side of his face against the receiver as if it were his lifeline, and he needed to cling to it. "Nngh... Ryuuji..."

Hearing his own name so lustfully let out from his boyfriend's lips, Otogi shivered, his own body starting to heat, arousal stirring within his insides. He let a hand drift down to pull up his shirt a little, then to unclasp the button on his pants, sliding the zipper down afterward. "I... wouldn't stay that way for too long... Just to get you ready for me... I'd sit up then... and then straddle your hips... and sink down until you were deep inside me..." The raven-haired boy trailed off, his breath growing steadily quicker.

Arching his back a little off of the mattress, Honda gripped his shaft more firmly, tighter, to simulate the snugness of the inside of his lover's body. A soft moan escaped his lips into the telephone. He couldn't think... It was hard to breathe... He could only feel, and what he felt was nothing but intense sensations, and the growing coil of pleasure in the pit of his stomach. Heartbeat pounding in his ears, he waited to hear Otogi's voice again, eager to hear his lover's low, seductive tone in his ears.

The older boy didn't make him wait long. After a short few seconds of trying to catch his breath after listening to his partner's moan, Otogi spoke again, "And... and then I'd move... and I'd move fast, because I want you bad, Hiroto... Want to feel you in me... Want you to touch me... I'd tell you to, and you would, and... and... Hiroto..." He trailed off with a moan of his own as he slid his hand inside his pants to rub his own aching need, hips raising up off the bed a little to meet his firm strokes.

Oh, Honda knew what his partner was doing on the other end of the line, and that only served to turn him on more. Hearing Otogi's panting mixed with the throbs of pleasure with each stroke to his own length, drove Honda over the edge. He bucked up into his own hand as release finally overtook him, a choked, desperate moan escaping his lips as he came.

The raven-haired boy wasn't far behind. His strokes were quick, and he was relaxed and completely lost in the image of the situation he'd described that his release approached all the sooner. Arching his back sharply, Otogi succumbed to the intense sensations which coiled in his middle, and he moaned his lover's name, stroking the sensitive flesh harder as he reached his peak.

After a few short moments of ragged panting from both boys, Honda, sated, sticky, but feeling the ache of separation much less than he had earlier, whispered to his partner on the other end, "'Yuuji...?"

Otogi's eyes were closed, and he was stretched out comfortably on the bed, completely relaxed and in much need of a shower, he decided. "Yeah, babe?" came the equally soft reply.

"...call me again tomorrow night?"