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George had settled down on his mattress, buried under layers of fabric as his phone pung multiple times - picking it up, he found it to be a text from Ringo.
Ringo: Hi!
Ringo: I really miss you.
Ringo: It's so hard being far away!
George had chuckled. He really found the way Ringo texted endearing - proper grammar and all. He on the other hand couldn't be bothered to follow correct grammar upon something as informal as texting.
George: i know :/
George: it really is hard
George: i've been a bit pent up lately especially without you
He smirked to himself sending that last message, seeing the bubble appear and disappear for a few seconds until Ringo had replied back.
Ringo: Pent up?
Ringo: Shall I help?
George: lol
George: how?
Ringo: Sexting.
George sat up in bed now, back against his pillow. This was a nice turn of events!
George: we can try
George: err
Ringo: What are you wearing?
Ringo: Show me
George's mouth was still curved into an absentminded smile. He kicked off the covers to the edge of the bed as he's almost giggling to himself. He was wearing shorts and a shirt only, which definitely proved helpful in this scenario because he knew Ringo would love it. He posed slightly, leaning fowards and setting his legs up higher. A slight tent in his pants had developed just at the thought of Ringo talking dirty to him. The photo had only showed his chin and a flick of his hair at the back.
Ringo: Ready to go to sleep so soon?
Ringo: You look so sexy Georgie
Ringo: I wish I was there with you
George: what would you do?
Ringo: I would
Ringo: Take off your clothes
George: no shit
Ringo: Rude
Ringo: I'd make you suck my cock
Ringo: Pull your hair and force you on my cock
Ringo: Would you like that
George: yes
Ringo: I'd fukc your throat until you gag on it
George made a mental note of the spelling mistake and the increasing lack of punctuation.
George: are you touching yourself
Ringo: Yes
Ringo: Are you
Ringo: Already so hard for you
Ringo had send a picture and George had almost jumped upon recieving it. Once the photo loaded, a picture of Ringo's hand wrapped around the thick base of his cock appeared on about half of his screen. George flushed upon recieving it - and felt a bit inadequate as Ringo was currently the one leading the conversation. He quickly hit the video call option on the upper left of his screen and had waited about 3 rings until Ringo's wallpaper and his slightly damp fringe made way onto his screen.
"Ringo." George groans out. "Where are ya? Can you show yourself?"
Ringo's camera flipped so it faced his half-hard cock sprung out in the air.
"Oh, oh wow. No hello or a greeting?" George chuckled awardly but quickly followed suit with showing his body, perching his phone upon his phone on the bundled up covers that he oh-so-gracefully kicked out of excitement. In that time, Ringo had panned his camera on his bed sheets rather than his well endowed cock. George assumed it was out of self consciousness, presumably from George’s sarcastic comment.
"You look so cute in those pajamas." Ringo stated, disregarding George's previous statement. His tone was slightly hoarse with arousal.
George smiled, leaning back into place. Only his body, chin and flicks of hair at the back was visible from the camera. There was a beat of silence as both boys were both a bit new in this field. Ringo cleared his throat.
"You're hard for me, eh?"
"Oh, err.." George stammered, not knowing what to do with his hands or fingers. "Yes, yes."
"Mind showing me, Georgie?"
George quickly obliged by sliding off his shorts alongside his boxers, discarding them on the floor and pulling his shirt over his head. It feels odd only being able to have his own touch and not Ringo's, but it's no different from all the situations he had to get himself off before he slept or in the morning. His half hard cock softly sprung out of his waist band, now tilting onto his thigh as it faces the camera.
Ringo had let out a grunt before letting his cock take up George’s screen. He stimulates his cock by a soft few pumps and George watched eagerly as he attempted to follow suit.
Of course, it was written in George to be awkward upon dealing with anything new.
"I wish you were here, Richie. So bad." The guitarist muttered audibly enough to be heard through the device seperating them. "'m so horny all the time. It's tiring wanking one out just to the thought."
Ringo had made a low hum to affirm what George was saying. "We're here now."
George nodded. His face wasn't in frame, though, so the gesture was almost to comfort himself.
"You should show me yer asshole," Ringo stated. Ringo was always polite and non demanding in bed, putting George's pleasure above all, so obviously any order he'd give to George would only sound like a mere suggestion.
George fulfilled his request at once. The younger boy didn't master the art of provactive positions, or nudes, or fuck, just photos in general. George shuffled his position so he laid on his side and bent his knees. He trailed a calloused hand over his lean legs and ass. Ringo obviously was delightened at the sight as his shallow pumps transformed into something more rough. "Ye got any lube?" Ringo questions.
George pauses his 'sensual' display to the camera to glance towards the bedside table. How could he not have any lube? It seems like the most notable highlights of the day are when he can finally relax in bed and let loose some steam by thinking of Ringo's hands on his body and having a right wank over it. George huffs and lifted himself up to reach for the plastic bottle. He squirts a sensible amount on the tip of his three fingers and gets back into his position flimsily to press the fingers onto his hole. George lets out a light gasp because of the cold substance clashing with his warm body heat. His leg twitched while his index finger circled around his rim and he thought to himself the amount he deemed as sensible wasn't such because now they're dripping down and he's squirming trying to get used to it.
Ringo hummed out of gratification. "Look at ya. So desperate, mmm, wish I could fill you up with my cock."
George noticed that Ringo's movements were getting a lot more frantic and that Ringo was getting more handsy with himself like he usually does when chasing pleasure. Using his adorned fingers to run over his tip and smudge his precum over his rings. It wasn't helping that George couldn't focus on the sight completely because of how small the screen was and he wished in his moment that he brang his laptop along so he could see more of Richie's perfect cock not bound on a screen that was minimising his well endowed length. The thought of Richie just getting off to the picture of his fingers and his hole sufficed for him though, he thought.
"You'd fill me up so well, Rich." George tried to feed into the dirty talk. He much preferred getting fucked beyond words, but he guesses he could make do of this situation. He squeezed his index finger into his tight hole, allowing the tip of his finger some leeway before making circular motions to allow the rest of his finger in.
"Imagine that's my cock," Ringo huffs out.
"It's a bit hard to when my finger is like, half the size of yer cock." George says. Leave it up to him to let his wit shine even when he's trying to show off his flat bum to the sexiest man he had the pleasure of knowing (and dating).
Ringo's speed quickened on his cock upon the sight of the boy fingering himself, his thick hands wrapped around them so perfectly in a way that made a wank seem like an art form. That may be George's feelings speaking though.
Once he felt satisfied with the minimal amount of preparing his index had done, he allowed his middle finger entryway. George bit his lip. It had been a while since he's fingered himself in his position. Most of the time, when he has, it was in front of a mirror and him being curious about how it looks like and if it had been rather seductive (it wasn't. George's scrawny teenager self wasn't as sexy as he had thought he was.)
He shallowly pumped the two fingers in his ass. George couldn't prevent the noises spilling out of him.
Ringo made quiet groans at how George was pleasuring himself. "I miss your tight little ass so bad, Georgie, ohh, look at you, look at ye.." Ringo mumbles, letting arousal take over his line of speech. Ringo's movements were frantic and only proved to serve one reason; to cum to the sight of George's slick fingers and the wet noises resulting onto it.
George's fingers grazed his prostrate which made his back arch and push his ass into the camera, which made it's point to be a better position as his hand can explore more of himself. George throws his head back so that his eyes are no longer focused on the digitised version of his boyfriend's cock but rather the ceiling. "Richie, Richie, ah," he whimpered out. He always felt self conscious in being loud, but he couldn't seem to bring himself to care when Ringo is actively getting off on the fact he's been reduced to such a state of arousal. He squeezed his eyes shut so he could focus on the sensation and entangling Ringo somewhere along that.
"I'm gonna cum." Ringo croaked and George fancied to see that, so he quickly adjusted his position and begrudgingly stopped fingering himself to wrap his thin fingers around his cock, mirroring the speed Ringo had acquired. He panned the camera onto his cock again.
His body gleamed with sweat in the soft light peering through but focusing on Ringo's thick cock helped him take any insecurities off his shoulder to revel in the sensation of their shared arousal.
Ringo's cock visibly twitched and spurted out small amounts of cum. A moan of George's name rang through the phone's speaker and more squirts of cum had come out of Ringo's cock.
Unfortunately, George hadn't been lucky enough to reach orgasm before Ringo shut off the video call promptly after.
George was initally confused and he grabbed his phone to type.
George: rude
George: i didn't finish
Ringo: Sorry
Ringo: Got nervous