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Lu reaches out, fingertips trembling ever so slightly, and picks up his phone. He taps the answer button and puts the phone up to his ear. "Hello?"

"Evening, love," a low, enticing voice practically purrs in his ear, and Lu very nearly falls out of his chair.

"You never mentioned you were British," he says lamely, registering the man's accent as a grin spreads across his face in spite of his sudden, irrational onset of nerves.

"Oh. I suppose I didn't. It didn't even occur to me that you didn't know."

"Heh. Surprise."

"Indeed." Beezee29's voice—Holy fuck, that's his actual voice, and it doesn't take much imagination to figure that his sinfully smooth speech will make an excellent seduction tool—drops a bit. "That's not a problem, is it?"

They haven't even moved on to the actual phone sex and already, Lu's getting way too hard for comfort. He spins in his chair and slinks to his bed, settling himself in the middle. "No, not at all," he answers, hoping he sounds cool and aloof but knowing he probably doesn't.

"Good. That would certainly be a shame." His tone is light, teasing, and Lu can't help but grin a little more.

"So. You never told me what your actual name is," he points out after a moment.

"You're right, I didn't."

"And I went through all the names I could think of that begin with 'B,' and I've got it narrowed down to Brian, Benjamin, Brendan, and Boaz." He adds the last one as a joke, because he can't think of any parents who'd be cruel enough to inflict that name on a kid. Still, the "BZ" part of his username hints that it could actually be his name.

"Boaz?" The other man snorts with laughter, and it's a gentle one that has Lu melting a little. "Heaven forbid. I have no idea how you came up with that one, but that is most definitely not my name."

"I thought, because of your username being 'beezee29'..." he starts, and his voice trails off.

"I see. No, that's not my name—actually, none of those are—but I like your logic." He's quiet for a moment, and Lu takes a breath to prompt him for an answer, but then he's saying, "It's Balthazar, actually."

He rolls the name around in his head. Surprisingly, he finds himself fond of it. It's certainly unusual, but no more unusual than Lucifer. He smiles. "I like it."

"Really?" Balthazar asks, and he seems genuinely surprised. "Can't say I hear that too often."

"Surprise," Lu jokes. Now he feels like he's smiling a bit too much. The lighthearted air of this whole conversation doesn't necessarily lend itself to a nice over-the-phone wank, but he realizes he's okay with it. Talking to him, figuring out what his name is, actually hearing his voice is pleasant. They're getting comfortable, breaking the ice.

Then he wonders if prostitutes crack jokes with their clients to dispel any awkwardness. Then he wonders if he'd be the whore or the john in this case. He decides he doesn't like this train of thought and quickly jumps off. "But that's not what you called to talk about," he adds, knowing full well what the man actually did call to talk to him about.

"That's one way of putting it," Balthazar says after a languid, brain-melting laugh. It's ridiculous how, with a few words that don't even have seductive intent (at least, not on the surface), Lu suddenly remembers that, oh yeah, they're really going to have phone sex right now.

And that laugh of Balthazar's already has his mind racing, his fantasies filling in the gaps, and it's only too easy to imagine him letting out that laugh as he teases Lu dangerously close to orgasm, so close and yet so far, just enough to have him writhing, nearly insensible with need to release, but not quite letting him go over the edge. That laugh would drive him mad, laughing as he watches Lu struggle, desperate to come and frustrated to be denied, and now that he can actually hear Balthazar's voice, knows what he sounds like, it's even easier to imagine him laughing as he leans over him and breathes, "You wanna come, don't you, love? Well, I'm not ready for you to finish. I've got plans for you, and we won't be done for hours," and God, Lu would groan, nearly sobbing because he's aching, the sheer fucking need to come rendering him incapable of doing anything but lying there and making unintelligible vowel sounds.

And if that's not enough to snap him back to the reality of what's about to happen, nothing is.

"So you said you're home, then?" Balthazar asks now, either not noticing or choosing to ignore what was probably the most embarrassingly hormone-related distracted silence of his life. Lu guesses it's the latter and he's trying to move things along since Lu already told him that he was at home.

"Yeah, just getting comfortable. You?" he asks, and he suddenly wants to smack himself because he sounds like a nervous virgin right before his first time and that is so not becoming of a man who's been having sex for eleven years.

"The same, actually. Long day at work. Had a stop off at the coffee shop not too far from my place, though. That wasn't so bad. But I definitely need to unwind," Balthazar says. There's a definite teasing note in his tone, one that has Lu grinning because he knows exactly what he's hinting at.

"Yeah? What did you have in mind?" Now he's starting to feel a little less awkward. It's just like their raunchy emails, except instead of reading all the filthy things Balthazar wants to do to him, he gets to hear the man whisper them in his ear. His dick hardens in anticipation and he lies back, letting the fingertips of his free hand trail down his side.

"Well, ideally, I'd be getting ready to fuck you right into the mattress, but as that's out of the question..."

It's not, Lu thinks, but he slips his hand into his boxers and palms his cock anyway, biting his lip to hold in the sounds.

"I guess I'll just have to make do with listening to you do it yourself," Balthazar finishes.

"Oh, yeah?" he breathes, giving himself a lazy stroke before shoving his boxers down around his thighs. "You get off on listening to other people getting off?" He's half-joking, but it suddenly occurs to him that this could legitimately be the reason Balthazar's been so hesitant to meet him in person. A voyeurism kink doesn't really bother him, though—there's a lot, sexually-speaking, that he's cool with.

"No, just you," he says, and even though it's probably a lie, Lu can't bring himself to care right now. He's too busy feeling slightly smug about it on the off chance he's telling the truth.

"I see," Lu murmurs. He pumps his cock again, harder, and lets out a pleasured, audible sigh for Balthazar's benefit. "So why don't you tell me what you're planning on doing to me this time?"

There's a rustle of fabric and the telltale sound of a zipper being unzipped before Balthazar breathes, "Well, I was trying to decide if I wanted to fuck you hard and fast or drag it out really slowly."

Lu bites down on his lip and strokes himself before he can answer, but he's pretty sure Balthazar is doing the same thing. "To be honest, I'm in the mood for hard and fast."

The other man gives a breathy laugh. "Somehow, I thought you would be. God, what I wouldn't give..." Abruptly, he moans, a choked-sounding moan, as if he'd tried and failed to muffle it, and that sound is enough to make Lu pump his dick faster, wishing again that they were doing this in person.

He doesn't get it. He accepts it, but he doesn't fucking understand. It really seems like Balthazar's into him, like he really would prefer to be with him right now. There's something he's not telling Lu, that much he knows for sure. He's missing something; there's got to be some reason Balthazar won't show him his face, some reason they aren't meeting to fuck like rabbits, some logical fucking explanation for this mystery-man act he has. Damned if he can figure it out, though.

Maybe he's married, Lu thinks. Some of it adds up with that reasoning—the hidden face, the way he avoids mentioning relationships; Lu told him about Meg and Sam and a few others, but Balthazar hasn't told him about anyone else. But other parts don't mesh with that theory. Balthazar always seems to be available, either on his phone or online. His bedroom—what Lu's seen of it from pictures—definitely looks like a single man's room.

Then Balthazar's whispering, practically growling, "I want to shove you against your bed and bite your neck and pull your fucking hair until you're begging for more," and Lu decides he doesn't have enough free brain cells to devote to solving this particular mystery right now, not when he practically feel Balthazar's teeth on his neck.

"Yeah?" Lu says, hating the way he sounds like he's almost whimpering. "What about after? What're you gonna do after I'm begging?"

He chuckles softly, and it's clear to both of them that he's back in charge. "It depends, love. What are you begging for?"

Lu swallows. He's having an impossibly hard time thinking, coming up with anything even remotely hot, so he settles for the first thing that comes to mind: "I want you to fuck me."

He can't quite discern the sound that Balthazar makes next, but it doesn't matter because a moment later, he's saying, "Begging for it already, eh?" and the playful taunting in his voice is painfully apparent. "I think it's a little early for that right now. I haven't even finished telling you all the other filthy things I want to do to you first," he says, and Lu grits his teeth and reluctantly releases his cock, too close to blowing his load already. He's torn between wanting this to last and needing to come, but he knows he'd be embarrassed at the minimum by coming this early.

"Like what?" he pants, dragging his thumb over the head of his dick and shuddering in pleasure. He sounds wrecked already, and he hopes it doesn't translate over the phone.

Balthazar groans, and then he breathes, "I want to find out what your cock tastes like. Mmm, I want to suck your cock, just hold you down and lick you, listen to you moaning, feel you grabbing my hair and ramming your cock down my throat until I make you come," and it's all over for Lu. He cries out, hand automatically going back to his dick and pumping harder than ever; he can't stop thinking of how fucking amazing it'll feel to have Balthazar between his thighs, sucking his cock with what is no doubt a skilled tongue and years of practice. He wonders how Balthazar's hair will feel between his fingers, how long it is, how soft his lips are, how sweet it'll feel to finally come under Balthazar's touches instead of his own.

He moaning louder now, pumping his cock with one hand and pulling his hair with the other, fantasizing about that foul-mouthed, dirty-minded British tease. He's eighty-seven percent sure that Balthazar is sex incarnate, but he's absolutely sure he wants him right this second and knowing he can't have him is beyond frustrating, well into the realm of the worst kind of torture. "Oh, my God, baby, yeah, you're gonna feel so good, so fucking hot," he practically whines, not consciously aware of what he's saying as he jerks himself off. He's mindless, thrusting into his hand, groaning as he teeters right there, on the brink of orgasm, and then he hears from far away, from the phone he didn't realize he dropped next to him on the duvet, "Oh, Jesus, love, yes..." and that's all it takes. Listening to Balthazar in the same state as him pushes him over the edge and he cries out again, pumping his cock to ride out his orgasm, coming so hard he's grateful to be lying down or else he'd collapse.

The waves of pleasure subside and the afterglow sets in. Lu becomes dimly aware of the come smeared across his skin but he merely laughs dizzily as he reaches for his phone with his non-sticky hand. "Not bad," he jokes once he's verified that Balthazar is still on the line.

"I'll have to agree," the other man says, and Lu knows he can hear a smile in his voice, too.

The strawberry blond opens his camera app and snaps a quick photo, being sure to capture the whole debauched scene (including his devilish grin), to send to him. As soon as he sends it off, he puts his phone back to his ear. "What a way to blow off some steam," he adds, and as he hoped, Balthazar laughs.

And then the other man sucks in a breath. "Jesus, love, that's so bloody hot."

Lu's grin widens. "I try." He stretches, his limbs leaden, and he briefly acknowledges that he should probably shower or something before going to sleep, even though it isn't even that late. He glances at his phone's clock to verify that, yes, it's barely nine-thirty. But he's masturbated twice today and had an eventful day otherwise, so he has to admit that his deep, contented exhaustion is probably warranted. "Mmm, I'm gonna shower and sleep, okay?"

"Yeah, I should probably do the same. I'll talk to you tomorrow, yeah?"

Lu smirks. "Count on it." Somewhat reluctantly, he cuts the connection and slides off the bed to charge his phone before stumbling to the bathroom. He definitely needs a shower.