The days for Haruto went like this, sitting in on planning sessions, training with Michael's comrades, having meals in between with some downtime, and then talking with Michael. He always started the conversation with an actual status report before going into more personal business. Haruto knew Michael wanted to keep these phone calls strictly business, but he couldn't help himself.

Any form of contact with Michael was something Haruto had only dreamed of for months. And now, he could call him up whenever he pleased. It was intoxicating, knowing that Michael would answer regardless of the time of day. They talked about everything and anything during these calls.

"Rice is better than bread", Haruto said.

"Bread's texture makes one feel more satisfied. Thus bread is better", Michael replied.

"But with rice, you can eat it with the meat, whether you're using a spoon, fork, or chopsticks. You can't do that with bread."

"Tokishima Haruto, have you forgotten about sandwiches?"

Michael waited for a moment to hear Haruto's answer, but it was silent on the other end. He leaned back against his mattress, assured in his victory. Haruto had in fact forgotten about sandwiches.

"...You win that one", Haruto finally said.

Michael won all of them.

But Haruto cared very little for who won or lost the little debates they had. It was just enough to talk to Michael and to learn more about him. And to hear his voice. His deep, velvety voice. Haruto chased after every sound on the phone, the sound of him breathing, the little laughs he'd make, the scoffs and snorts, all of it. Whenever he thought too long on it, he remembered how long it had been since they had touched one another.

He missed that too. The feel of Michael on and all around him. The warmth of his body. The sound of his moans right in his ear. He was currently in the middle of a conversation with Michael. He sat on his bed, back against the wall and dressed for bed in a t-shirt and shorts. Michael was discussing something that was barely tangential to the coup, something about blocking news outlets until their side got control of the media (this was Michael's version of off topic conversation), When Haruto's thoughts began to wander.

His ears took in Michael's voice and sent something warm and fuzzy throughout his entire system. Before he realized what he was doing, Haruto's hand began to drift down. He began to palm himself through his shorts as Michael went on about censoring the media so that they could control public opinion and Haruto was just enthralled with how powerful and confident he sounded.

As if he could take down the dictatorship all on his own. And Haruto believed he could. He bit his lip, trying to reign in any sounds of pleasure. If he let them out, Michael might hang up on him. He might be so disgusted that he wouldn't pick up anymore calls. But Haruto couldn't stop. Not when he was fantasizing a world after the coup.

One where Michael and he weren't separated by their nations' respective borders. Where Michael still kept his rank in the princess' new court. And maybe Haruto would visit him in his office or his study one day while Michael was doing paperwork. Haruto would help him relax and take a break. He'd get between Michael and his desk and sink down to his knees and...

"What are you doing?", Michael asked on the other end.

Haruto froze. "Uh, listening?"

"Your breathing changed", Michael said. He was very familiar with that breathing pattern at this point.

"No it didn't", Haruto denied. But he still had his hand gripping himself and at this point it felt like Michael was in the room with him, having caught him in the middle of the act.

"...What were you thinking about?", Michael asked.

"...You", Haruto confessed.

Michael smirked. He had been ninety-eight percent sure that was the answer. But there was that two percent of doubt that Haruto had been thinking of someone else. And he couldn't allow that.

"You started having thoughts about me? Just from my voice?" He wasn't even talking about anything sexy, or putting on a sultry tone. Michael began to wonder how easy it would be to seduce Haruto if he tried.

"I started...well, thinking about things", Haruto said.

"What was I doing?", Michael asked. In JIOR, it wasn't yet nighttime, so he was dressed, but rather casually in a sweater and khakis. The wardrobe provided to him by Shouko.

"Nothing. I mean, I didn't get to that part yet."

Michael had been standing in the middle of the room as he spoke, pretending to flip through a book in case anyone came in, but he set the book down and went over to his bed. "Continue."

Haruto gulped, not sure why he was being so honest. Perhaps a part of him hoped Michael would be into this and help him get off. He hadn't hung up yet, so he had that going for him.

"You're sitting at your desk..doing something important, but you're tired", Haruto began. He could imagine it vividly himself, Michael dressed in his aristocratic outfit, hunch over paperwork, hair falling into his face.

"So what do you do?", Michael asked, getting up from the bed and sitting at the desk provided to him. He always closed the blinds whenever Haruto called, so he didn't have to worry about someone seeing him.

"I come in, and push you away from your desk", Haruto said. "I get down on my knees and start unzipping your pants."

Michael had no problem imagining it. Haruto was the type that was eager to please. It was both a bad and good quality for someone involved in international relations. "You're so quick to get down on your knees for someone", he said, reaching under his sweater with one hand to touch at his chest.

"Only for you", Haruto said, resuming his own touching, now that the fantasy was back. "And only because you're already so hard for me. You've been thinking of me all day, thinking of when you can finally come home and see me. Because you know I'll take care of you."

"How?", Michael asked, knowing his voice sounded breathy and not caring. His hand moved from his chest to the front of his pants.

"I start by sucking you off", Haruto said. "I start with just the head, giving it all my attention until you beg for more."

"I don't beg", Michael denied, although he didn't stop touching himself.

"You do with your eyes", Haruto replied with a smile. "Your eyes tell me you want more, so I give it to you. I start taking more and more of you until my mouth is filled with you." Haruto could feel his mouth begin to water at the thought. If he was being honest, he didn't care for the actual taste. But the weight and feel of it, and of knowing that he was bringing pleasure to his lover was more than enough to make up for it.

Haruto finally freed his cock from his shorts and began stroking it slowly. He could hear Michael begin to pant on the other end of the line. Michael was only human. He had enjoyed their previous exploits as much as Haruto did and thus a part of him had missed this. He unzipped his pants and pulled himself out of his boxers to stroke himself fully.

When he closed his eyes, he saw it. Haruto down on his knees before him, lips stretched around his cock as he sucked, bringing it into the searing heat of his mouth. And looking up at Michael like he was grateful for the opportunity to do it.

Haruto licked his lips. "I still remember how you feel in my mouth. I need it. I need you."

Michael let his moans do his talking for him. He was to dignified to put his desires into words. But he wanted that too. He needed to touch Haruto again. To remind himself how it felt to have every inch of his body kissed. He did a quick mental inventory of his room and realized with disappointment that he didn't have anything resembling lube.

He needed to feel Haruto inside of him. Michael felt his body agree with him wholeheartedly, right down to his ass aching to be filled with something. Taken aback by the strength of his own desires, Michael came with a cry, ending with him hunched over his desk, phone held loosely in one hand. Haruto heard him and after a few more strokes, his own orgasm followed quick after and he was limp against the bed, his phone laying somewhere near his head.