Written for prompt 1!
Elisio had a lot to be thankful for.
Every year, his family would rotate who hosted Thanksgiving; it was his family’s turn this year. All his aunts, uncles, cousins, and grandparents would gather to eat. Each family had a special dish they brought every year. There were laughs and smiles to be shared, and everyone would leave with a full belly and full hearts.
It was a guaranteed good time. Elisio spent the majority of the party chatting up his cousins. They talked about school, gossiped about family drama, and prodded each other about their love lives. Elisio and his best friend, Milena, officially became a couple back at the end of this past summer, and things were going pretty well, so he was on the hot seat.
There was question after question, and Elisio was answering them to the best of his ability. He had a hard time keeping up. His cousins were notoriously nosy, but he couldn’t pretend he wouldn’t be the same way should one of his cousins enter a new relationship.
Two questions hit the hardest, however:
Why isn’t she here?
Milena had plans with her own family tonight. Elisio was eager to celebrate his first major holiday with a girlfriend. Her presence was missed, and he could only imagine her in the spot next to him. The only bright side was that she wasn’t subject to his cousin’s constant pestering and potentially invasive questions.
How far have you two gone?
Yep, there it was: the invasive question. Eliseo declined to answer. That was much too personal for him to talk about. Besides, there was some unequal footing on that matter that he didn’t want to air out. It was their business, after all.
Milena was Elisio’s first girlfriend, and he had no past escapades before her. That wasn’t the case for Milena, but she was upfront about it. They were best friends, after all. They talked about everything and held very few secrets from each other, if any at all. Elisio would never hold Milena’s past against her. It was part of what shaped who she was today, and Elisio wouldn’t change a thing about her. Similarly, Milena was familiar with his inexperience. She was patient with him. She wanted them to move at a pace that felt right for them.
And they did. Before they both left for college, Milena was Elisio’s first kiss, and it was as magical as he imagined it would be. On the weekends when he visited her at her dorm, they would try more. They tossed their hangups aside and allowed themselves to explore each other. Kissing turned into touching, and touching turned so much more. Biting. Licking. Sucking. Elisio gave an infinite number of firsts to Milena. Despite that, he still found ways to surprise her. She learned what it meant to be treated tenderly, to be wanted beyond lust.
Elisio must’ve talked with his cousins until one in the morning. They’d collectively gone back for seconds or thirds. The adults had their share of food, gossip, and karaoke. Everyone fizzled out gradually, and he retreated to his room finally to flop onto the bed, still riding high on a fun time with his family. His smile soon faded. He missed Milena. Because they were both so busy with family, they hadn’t had a chance to talk much today.
In the pitch black room, his phone was the singular light source: near-blinding, blasting across his face. He had his text thread with Mioena open, and stared at the last picture she sent him.
It was a selfie she sent him to show off her outfit. She sported a grey twill skirt with tights underneath, and a brown cardigan with a black mockneck underneath. Elisio couldn’t stop staring, and nothing could wipe the smile off his face. She looked so pretty. He scrolled down to the most recent texts that she sent.
I just got to my grandma‘s. I’ll talk to you later. I hope your night goes well!
A separate text followed, bearing only a giant heart. Finally having a chance to reply, Elisio started typing, sending her a message:
Missed you today. Everyone asked about you. They still can’t believe how long it took us to wise up and get together haha
He was surprised to see Milena typing immediately. He didn’t think she’d still be awake. Her message popped up shortly.
I missed you too! My family said the same thing! Did you like the picture I sent you earlier?
I can’t stop staring at it. I think I’m gonna get a wallet-sized photo so I can have it with me at all times
Shut up lol
She stopped typing. A few minutes passed without any other texts. Elisio stared at the screen. Maybe he would get a few more messages from her before she fell asleep, but his eyelids weighed heavier than before. He put his phone on the table and closed his eyes, hoping to get some rest.
The phone dinged loudly, echoing in the room. His eyes shot open, and he grabbed his phone. Elisio was pleased to find another text message from Milena.
Did you want another picture?
How many wallets do you think I have?
Milena ignored his joke, and sent the picture anyway. Elisio‘s jaw dropped.
Milena had taken off her mockneck and cardigan, exposing her lavender bra, adorned with sheer paneling that gave Elisio a peek at her breasts underneath. The tiniest black bow in the center was a nice touch. The top of the photo cut off the rest of her face, only keeping her lips in frame. They looked plump, wet and glossy. This picture felt like a belated birthday gift.
Elisio’s cock grew in his pajama shorts. He sat up, brought the phone closer to his face, scanning every inch of the picture. The longer he looked, the harder he seemed to get. His cock pressed against his shorts and begged him for release. It was tempting to remove his member from its prison so he could indulge himself. His free hand rubbed along his bulge and he breathed sharply.
Suddenly, Milena‘s contact picture flashed onto his screen. She was calling. Elisio was faced with a choice to be made on the fly. He nearly hung up on her, but answered instead.
“H-hey,” Elisio stammered. His heart hammered against his chest.
Milena’s voice was soft and quiet. It was hardly above a whisper, but she spoke through an audible giggle, “Do you like it?”
“You look…amazing,” Elisio said to her. He wanted to see more of her, but didn’t dare be greedy.
“I bet it’s got you…” Milena trailed off. Mirth seeped into her next word. “…excited.”
“You would’ve won that bet,” Elisio responded honestly. He knew better than to try to fool her. Even before they were a couple, she knew all of his tells and could call bullshit without so much as a doubt.
A pop-up requesting to change to a video call showed on the screen. Elisio’s mouth felt dry. His heart pounded even more. His finger hovered over a big green Accept button. He wanted to see her.
“Show me,” Milena told him, as soon as her face filled the screen. Her voice had a hint of desire in it, akin to an itch that she wanted to scratch. She looked directly at the camera, eyes drooping staring needily.
“Show you what?” Elisio asked her. He was purposely being coy, already knowing what she wanted. He just wanted to hear her say it. He wanted to tease her for as long as he could, because he knew she could turn it back on him at the drop of a hat. From the look of her furrowed brow, it was working. Elisio reached for his earbuds and put one in. He noticed the change in audio quality immediately. Her answer was loud and clear in his ear:
“I want to see how hard you are,” Milena was practically begging. To be sure she would get what she needed, she clarified further. “Let me see your cock.”
Elisio smiled for her. He propped his phone up on his bedside table and faced it. He slid off his shorts, and his cock sprang up. He watched Milena‘s reaction, her lips parted, and the corners of her mouth curled up.
“It looks so hard,” she said, biting her lip. She squirmed in place, moving her face closer to the screen to get a better look. “I wish I were there with you right now.”
“Me too,” Elisio agreed. Something about being watched did wonders for him. He felt his hardness throb, jumping without a single sensation. He took it into his hand and held it tight. His veins popped. Milena was fixated on the sight, mouthing curses under her breath.
Feeling confident, Elisio took initiative, wanting to give her a show. He stroked himself for his girlfriend, and she nodded, thankful that he knew exactly what she wanted to see.
“You wouldn’t believe how wet I am,” Milena cooed quietly.
This spurred Elisio to stroke harder and faster. He was imagining Milena pleasuring herself, getting lost in that feeling, and her body moving out of control. Just the mere thought of it was exciting.
“Can I see, baby?” Elisio asked, licking his lips. His cock felt so good as his hand travelled down its length.
His view of Milena shifted as she repositioned her phone at the foot of her bed. Her stockings were pulled down, pooled around her ankles. Her knees were spread out wide, and her skirt was lifted, giving Elisio a view of her panties underneath. They were lavender to match her bra, and Elisio recognized several matching design motifs, like the sheer sections and the little, black bow near the elastic.
Milena rubbed herself through her panties, and Elisio watched in awe as her hips rolled against her hands. He couldn’t stop looking. Encouraged by this new view, he continued to stroke for Milena. His grunts picked up in volume.
Milena moaned in response. There wasn’t enough light to show her face, but Elisio used his imagination. He pictured her eyes closed, mouth either agape or curled up in a pleased grin.
Her fingers stroked up and down over her panties, and the fabric darkened. She was soaking through her underwear. A needy moan sounded from her, punctuated by quiet curses. Elisio loved Milena‘s voice. It was usually the softest, but for tonight, she sounded so incredibly needy.
“I love the way you stroke it for me,” she told him. Her fingers flicked faster, and her hips only rolled more.
This drew a deep grunt from Elisio, encouraging Milena to keep rubbing herself.
“God, I love when you moan. Don’t hold back, baby. I want you to be vocal,” Milena begged him. She changed the pattern of movements to rubbing quick circles over her clit. Her breath hitched.
“It feels so good,” he told her, stroking faster still. He could feel pleasure building in his trunk. Clear fluid leaked out of him, burning hot against his cock head.
“That’s so fucking hot,” Milena said, eyes locked onto Elisio’s leaking cock. He continued to work his cock. Sounds of satisfaction slipped through her shut lips. She pressed her hand against her soaking underwear, humping against her hand. “Fuck, baby. Fuck, I’m so close.”
“I wanna see,” Elisio said, short of breath. He repeated himself with more clarity as he continued to pump his dick for her. “I want to see your face as you come.”
Milena grabbed her phone and pointed the camera at her face, which filled Elisio’s screen. Elisio took note of every feature. Her eyes were shut, and her nose scrunched. Her eyebrows furrowed in concentration. Her lips quivered, and the moans that slipped through her lips came out as whimpers.
Elisio imagined he was there with her, making her react this way, wishing he was the one making her feel so good. He jerked harder and moved his hand furiously. “You’re so fucking hot. You’re gonna make me come.”
Milena‘s eyes slid open. Her beautiful, mahogany eyes stared at the camera first. She soaked in the view of Elisio’s brown cock. She licked her lips, and her moans grew louder. Elisio loved that she acted this way just by watching him pleasure himself. He had no idea how hot it would be to be watched like this. He always imagined he would be too shy to continue. The opposite was true; it emboldened him. Hearing one more whimper from his girlfriend sent Elisio over the edge. He felt pleasure ignite at his core. The flame spread up his shaft and shot hot, thick ropes of cum across his chest.
His view of Milena grew unsteady. The hand that held her phone was shaking as she whimpered and moaned hastily, watching him come was the rest of the encouragement she needed. She gritted her teeth. Her pleasure seemed to roll in slowly, building up until it crashed down at her all at once. For a moment, Milena was milked of all audible sounds of pleasure. Her mouth hung open, yet no noise exited her throat.
She came back down to Earth with a sharp exhale and deep breath, which helped ground her. Elisio stroked his cock a few more times for her, and the very last of his cum dripped out all over his hand.
His phone was still propped up on his bedside table and Milena was still looking at him. She stared at his torso, amazed by the volume he splattered against himself. With a giggle, she remarked, “Wow, that’s so much.”
“All because of you,” Elisio said, smirking as he wiped his cum off his hand and abdomen. “I don’t mean to sound eager, but when can I see you next?”
“As soon as possible,” Milena responded, collapsing onto the bed with a plop. She kept her camera on her face. Her eyelids drooped sleepily. “After tonight, I feel like I need way more than just my fingers.”
“How about tomorrow?” Elisio said, half-joking. Neither of them had to go back to school until Sunday,
“I won’t say no,” Milena answered with a grin. “My parents have work, so we’d have the house to ourselves.”
Elisio bit his lip. This was a nice way to end the day. He often thought about how lucky he was. His family was lively and knew how to put him in good spirits. His best friend was all he ever wanted in a partner.
Milena was already dozing off. She tried to argue otherwise, but Elisio saw right through her. He was tired too, but forced his eyes open to savor every sight of her. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”
Milena nodded one last time before falling asleep.
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