Ivan Volkov (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
telecommute) wrote2018-07-14 04:47 pm
telecommute) wrote2018-07-14 04:47 pm
Naughty texts
Ivan wasn't the type for self-love. Noel was the person that got him going, when Noel wasn't around then Ivan had other things begging for his attention to occupy his mind. Masturbation, if anything, was a waste of time that could better be spent doing something else.
It was when Noel was at headquarters and Ivan was in his usual state of on-call from his home office that he took a break to shower, to dress. As the steam on the large bathroom mirror faded he caught his own reflection in it.
Caught the reflection of all those beautiful lines and patterns Noel left on his skin from the night before. Careful, hesitant, Ivan reached out to the mirror and traced the reflection of them before drawing his hand back to watch as he traced them on his own skin. One of the lines crossed a nipple and Ivan pinched it as he reached there, a small gasp escaping his mouth before he could stop himself. Even alone in the house, it felt ... shameless. His skin was already a little red from the heat of the shower, so it hid what was surely Ivan's own blush.
He first thought that he shouldn't be doing this. Not without Noel there. To watch or participate, he wasn't certain. That brought another thought to him though, a wicked thought that had never crossed his mind before but now that it was there he couldn't quite get rid of it.
It wasn't long before Noel had a text message alert of just a photo attachment. A selfie from Ivan, taken inexpertly in his bathroom mirror, shirt hiked up to expose his nipples which stood clearly flushed and hard from being toyed with. The lines Noel had left on his skin from the ropes criss-crossed along Ivan's pale skin, vanishing under the waistband of trousers that were opened and let sag down far enough that the patch of dark hair and the very edge of the base of his cock was visible. The eye contact that was so hard in person was easier indirectly - looking into the camera instead, his lip bitten, hoping Noel liked what he saw.
It was when Noel was at headquarters and Ivan was in his usual state of on-call from his home office that he took a break to shower, to dress. As the steam on the large bathroom mirror faded he caught his own reflection in it.
Caught the reflection of all those beautiful lines and patterns Noel left on his skin from the night before. Careful, hesitant, Ivan reached out to the mirror and traced the reflection of them before drawing his hand back to watch as he traced them on his own skin. One of the lines crossed a nipple and Ivan pinched it as he reached there, a small gasp escaping his mouth before he could stop himself. Even alone in the house, it felt ... shameless. His skin was already a little red from the heat of the shower, so it hid what was surely Ivan's own blush.
He first thought that he shouldn't be doing this. Not without Noel there. To watch or participate, he wasn't certain. That brought another thought to him though, a wicked thought that had never crossed his mind before but now that it was there he couldn't quite get rid of it.
It wasn't long before Noel had a text message alert of just a photo attachment. A selfie from Ivan, taken inexpertly in his bathroom mirror, shirt hiked up to expose his nipples which stood clearly flushed and hard from being toyed with. The lines Noel had left on his skin from the ropes criss-crossed along Ivan's pale skin, vanishing under the waistband of trousers that were opened and let sag down far enough that the patch of dark hair and the very edge of the base of his cock was visible. The eye contact that was so hard in person was easier indirectly - looking into the camera instead, his lip bitten, hoping Noel liked what he saw.