“Dimitrios?”
“Hey, pretty boy.”
The deep voice made a shiver go through the omega’s whole body, lighting up every nerve ending and causing waves of goosebumps to tighten his skin.
“Hey…” Remi hadn’t meant for his voice to be so breathy.
“Where are you?”
“In my nest.”
“Oh? What color is your nest, Baby?”
Remi eyed the ancient assorted bed sheets that made up the canopy of his nest and the mish-mash of different colored pillows and blankets that were piled around him. There was no one dominant color to latch onto, everything was just a mix of things he’d owned forever. He was pretty sure there were some things in his nest that he’d owned since he was just a pup.
“Uh… a mix of colors, I guess.”
“I bet you’re adorable in your nest.”
Remi felt his stomach fill with butterflies, arousal slowly building in him the more the alpha talked.
“It’s my special place. I like it here, cause it’s warm and soft and everything smells familiar. But… I like to nest anywhere. Especially warm places.”
Remi snapped his mouth closed. Why was he telling Dimitrios this? It had no bearing on their relationship. Dimitrios wasn’t his boyfriend. But the alpha’s next words made some of his self-indignation wash away.
“You’re cute. Are you warm right now?”
“Yeah. I just woke up from a nap.”
“I wish I was there. I want to see how sweet you look when you just wake up. I bet you’re so warm and soft. You would be so relaxed and sleepy, I bet you’d take my cock really well.”
Remi bit his lip and slid a hand down to cup himself through his jeans, feeling himself getting hard and wet at the mental image of waking up with Dimitrios slowly moving inside him.
“I would, alpha. I would take you so well.”
“Tell me sweetheart, are you touching yourself right now?”
“Yes.”
“What are you doing? Are you playing with your wet little hole while I talk dirty to you?”
“N-no. I’m just touching myself through my jeans.”
“Take everything off for me. I want you naked.” Dimitrios instructed.
“Just a sec.” Remi set his phone aside and sat up far enough to pull his shirt off and toss it down toward the end of the bed before lifting his hips and shimmying out of his jeans and boxers. He picked his phone back up. “Okay, I’m done.”
“Good boy.”
“What now?” Remi asked, pulling his blankets back over him, not liking the feel of the air moving over his skin.
“Now… I want you to tell me what you think about when you touch yourself. What’s your fantasy?”
Remi felt a mix of embarrassment and arousal slam through his body, making his heart race and his face warm. He’d never really told anyone about his secret fantasies, his deepest desires. But Dimitrios had already seen his list of kinks and participated in a few of them. It felt odd to think of saying them out loud.
“I want… um…” Remi hesitated, wondering if he should try to focus more on trying to be sexy than trying to be honest.
“Tell me, Baby. Don’t hold back. I want to know.”