[His initial question was going to focus on what he was up to that required a suit...but then the next picture arrives. Then another. Zed swallows hard at the idea of the picture series progressing further, and he briefly wonders if he should type up another fish pun to get the next one..............
[It's really hard to think of fish puns when you're shamefully ogling some spicy pics. If only he could step through the phone to the other side. But with the distance between them as is, Zed's in unfamiliar territory. Should he send pictures as well? Even though he's only got his swim trunks on. Urgh, but it's becoming difficult to think of more puns...At least he's able to churn out one last one:]
We should dolphinitely scale back on the fish puns.
[Once that's sent off, Zed sends out a video call. Whether Ranpo picks up or it turns to a video message, he's sitting at the bottom of his tank with his back pressed against the glass wall. Somehow, there's a blush that's settled on his cheeks despite the chill of the water.]
Ranpo, I-- [Gods, what does he even say. (Oddly enough, his voice comes through okay despite being underwater.)] You're...making it hard for me to think of more.
[Oh, Ranpo answers, all right. And the sight of that blush on Zed's face has him grinning.]
[...the downside of video is he can't get his tail to cooperate for more than a few seconds, so it's wagging cutely behind him, in contrast to his dressed-down state.]
I bet that's not the only thing I'm making hard right now. Were pictures alone not enough?
[For a moment, Zed's eyes narrow as he grits his teeth with obvious frustration. Maybe because Ranpo's teasing him or that he actually typed out all those fish puns...or the man he wants is too far away. He could easily end the call there and cool off, but that's not happening. He doesn't want to stop this, yet it's also hard to believe he's actually doing this.
With some swallowing of his pride, Zed uses a thread of blood to move the camera away from himself. The top-up view is expanded until Ranpo can see all of him, including the tenting of his swim trunks.]
[Hard earned blood powers after a death threat, thank you. Zed can forgive the camera jostling around, although it seems to have thrown Ranpo off slightly.]
You could prop it up with a pillow. [Wait a second.] I also want you here too.
[Watching a strip tease versus getting to strip him in person-- there's absolutely no contest. Except Zed pauses, running his hands over the tops of his thighs in a thoughtful way.]
[It would be so easy to call a taxi and zoom right over-- but that feels like losing, somehow. He wants to see if he can get Zed desperate enough to rush over instead. It's not too often Ranpo really gets to tease him, after all.]
I always want to show off. [So humble, so modest]
[It takes him a moment to find a good way to prop it up, settling on his back with the camera panned over him. Which means he can now easily slide off his belt, slowly drawing it from the loops and through his fingers.]
[Zed's eyes are glued to the screen once Ranpo finally gets comfortable enough to work his belt off. He knows he's being teased, which is why he doesn't immediately admit to "everything, all of it". Not that that will stop Ranpo from knowing, as he is.]
As much as you want to show.
[The fishman doesn't touch himself yet either, but his hands form into fists against his thighs as if holding back.]
[Even through the small screen, he can see just how much he's getting to Zed, wondering if he'll start touching himself if Ranpo can entice him enough. It's a thrilling thought, and encourages him to start slowly undoing his fly, lifting his hips to start sliding them down lower.]
[For once, it seems he's actually gone the extra mile to wear more flattering underwear, replacing his boxers with more form-fitting boxer-briefs--]
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[As long as you ignore the print. Are those supposed to be tiny camels?? Why is he like this.]
Well, I guess it's only fair I dress down as much as you have.
[WOW IF ONLY HE COULD ROLL HIS EYES. But okay, watching Ranpo start up his strip tease (emphasis on the tease) makes Zed fidget restlessly. Even the change in underwear is a nice touch despite that damned print.
The phone barely picks up a muffled groan from the fishman at the comment. Equal parts aroused and annoyed. Does that mean they have to match up? Sure, it's fair, but he also wants the detective to keep going.
Zed looks away from the camera initially as one of his hands hesitantly slides along his inner thigh before cupping himself through his swim trunks. Built as he is, it's still a bit slow to build up a hard-on in cool water. At least the skin tight fabric doesn't leave too much to the imagination; a little massaging along the slit with his fingertips forces his arousal out a few inches.]
Nhh, I didn't think...you'd put me in the spotlight too.
Mmm, how could I not, when you look so sexy like this?
[He bites his lower lip as he watches Zed's hand rub over himself, the bulge in Ranpo's underwear twitching with interest in turn. But he's not going to touch himself there just yet. He still has more things to take off first.]
[He runs his hands up along his chest, letting out a sigh as his fingertips trace over his nipples. When he moves up a second time, his hands diverge to each shoulder, sliding his shirt sleeves down and letting them gather around his elbows. Keeping just a hint of clothing on could be enticing in its own way, even if it's not really covering anything.]
[It's only then that he reaches down once more, tugging down on hiss underwear -- but ensuring the band doesn't pass over his cock yet, pulling the fabric tight as if to show off how hard he's gotten.]
[Zed's gaze is entranced as he follows the detective's movements. He wishes he could replace Ranpo's hands with his own-- heck, even just his mouth would be great...Dragging his lips down his skin, breath hot against him, even going so far as to mouth at that hardening cock through the fabric...Ah, he didn't think he'd have it this bad.
His own swim trunks are beginning to feel too constricting. Just like Ranpo, the fabric is still blocking the view as he slides his hand under the waistband to continue coaxing himself out. There's a visible shudder even as Zed looks directly at the camera.]
I want...to see you grind against your hand. Give me a show, Ranpo. [How does one dirty talk. He's adjusting.]
[Ranpo certainly wouldn't have any complaints about it. He shivers, moving his hand over his underwear and rocking his hips up into it. He keeps a loose grip of himself through the fabric, teasing himself as much as he's teasing Zed right now.]
[But he won't keep that up forever. He won't get to see the rest of Zed if he doesn't show himself first, after all. And so, he tugs once more on the band of his underwear, this time allowing it to slide over his cock as he groans.]
[With his cock exposed, he has just enough shame to start blushing now -- but not so much that he won't start touching himself even more, starting by teasing just the head with his finger tips, and running his hand down along the length.]
Mm, Zed... I wish I was with you right now. Then I could feel your hands touching me all over like this.
[Seeing Ranpo completely exposed and pleasuring himself openly has Zed's heart hammering in his chest. The rest of his arousal emerges just from that alone, and it's finally his turn to pull away the last layer away. A fair trade. Zed's swim trunks bunch around his thighs as he finally frees himself completely, his cock twitching in the open water before he wraps his hand around it.]
You're so good...I wouldn't be able to stop with just touching you.
[Zed can't tease himself as easily as the detective with the chilled water surrounding him, so he has to make due with his hand gliding along his entire length with enthusiastic pumps. At least he can keep himself warm with the sight of Ranpo's naked body and his imagination. Perhaps it's why he's able to run his mouth some more--]
I want...to fuck you. Your thighs squeezing my waist, your hands clinging to me as I take you. Ah, I want to mess you up until you're drenched in sweat and the only thing you can say is my name...
[Rather than tantalize, it's just a purely unfiltered moment for Zed as he eagerly works himself to Ranpo's show. And in catching himself, he shivers with a muffled groan as his eyes close into slits.]
Look what you've done to me, Ranpo. [It's all his fault. Yet he's too debauched to be completely mortified.]
[Hearing such filthy words fall from Zed's mouth sends such a shiver down Ranpo's spine. He shifts his hand to wrap around his own cock, stroking himself in full view of the camera so Zed can see exactly how much those words affected him.]
You're so sexy like this, I can hardly stand it. What I wouldn't give to have you here, pounding me into the mattress until I can hardly move, your claws digging into my skin as you hold me closer, pressing hot kisses against my neck...
[He slows his hand, trying to draw this out without coming too soon. But as it is, Zed's words already have a bit of pre-cum leaking from tip of his cock.]
[The pace of Zed's hand grows faster as Ranpo speaks his desires. The image is so clear in his own head, and he moans his approval for the vividness of it. If he were there in person, he would have no qualms about pleasing the detective in those ways.]
I'll mark you so that when you look in the mirror...you'll remember me filling you up. The way your back arches, your head spins...You're so tight, but I'm going to keep fucking you until you can't hold out anymore. You're mine right now.
[His broken speech is a sign that it's hard to switch his concentration between words and the mounting pleasure that's building to burst. It's more apparent when that last bit slips out without much thought. He doesn't have a moonblessing to blame.
When they're finally at the edge, and he knows Ranpo must be aching for release, Zed gives a husky command:]
[It's getting harder and harder to hold himself back, and when those words spill from Zed's lips, Ranpo is a goner. Likewise, he isn't thinking about what he's saying, the words just coming out.]
I'm yours, I'm yours-- nng, Zed...!
[He spills over his hand with a breathy cry, leaving a mess on his stomach as he arches his back up off the mattress. But he keeps his face pointedly in Zed's direction, not wanting to miss the moment he comes -- and wanting him to see just how much pleasure he's giving him, without even the need to touch him.]
[Ranpo's such a sight to behold in his throes, and Zed's heart is thundering for him. He wants to remember this moment just like he remembers the day he returned from Hellsalem's Lot. Even on the cusp of his own climax, the fishman makes sure to burn the image of the detective's pleasure into his mind.]
...Ranpo...You're too good.
[With one last muffled grunt, Zed's shoulders hunch as he releases into his hand. His mouth opens as if panting through the electric fog that clouds his mind, and a full-body shudder passes through him. It's a vulnerable moment for only Ranpo to see.
...He'll put off thinking about draining and replacing the water. For now, he's just going to the orgasmic bliss while it stays with him.]
[If he hadn't just come himself, the sight of Zed's orgasm sweeping through him would have gotten him hard again in an instant. He pants openly as he comes down from his own high, eyes locked on the screen, locked on Zed.]
[This isn't what he was expecting when he got that text from Zed, but he's certainly not complaining about the direction things went.]
Ahh... now I really wish you were here. It's not the same if I can't cuddle with you after.
[It takes him a moment to collect himself, but when he does, Zed shoots back a slightly flustered smile.]
I'd like that.
[Despite feeling boneless, the camera returns to his hand and focuses on his face as he moves to stand. This isn't how he thought his day would go, but it's turning out nicely.]
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Fuck it.]
I'm hooked. I reelly wish I could be there.
[KILL HIM NOW.]
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[The next picture is more playful, his vest and shirt opened, but with the removed tie in his teeth, and his arms out-stretched in front of him.]
[And then, playful in a different way-- with his shirt folded open and his pants resting low on his hips.]
I fish you were here too!
[how are puns foreplay for him why is he like this]
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We should dolphinitely scale back on the fish puns.
[Once that's sent off, Zed sends out a video call. Whether Ranpo picks up or it turns to a video message, he's sitting at the bottom of his tank with his back pressed against the glass wall. Somehow, there's a blush that's settled on his cheeks despite the chill of the water.]
Ranpo, I-- [Gods, what does he even say. (Oddly enough, his voice comes through okay despite being underwater.)] You're...making it hard for me to think of more.
[That's right, it's his fault!]
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[...the downside of video is he can't get his tail to cooperate for more than a few seconds, so it's wagging cutely behind him, in contrast to his dressed-down state.]
I bet that's not the only thing I'm making hard right now. Were pictures alone not enough?
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With some swallowing of his pride, Zed uses a thread of blood to move the camera away from himself. The top-up view is expanded until Ranpo can see all of him, including the tenting of his swim trunks.]
...How could I be satisfied without you here?
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I could be there. But then you wouldn't get to see the rest of the show I had in mind.
[...]
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[Just gonna pick that back up.]
...doing this one handed is kinda hard, actually.
[Not everyone has cool blood powers to hold the camera for them!!]
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You could prop it up with a pillow. [Wait a second.] I also want you here too.
[Watching a strip tease versus getting to strip him in person-- there's absolutely no contest. Except Zed pauses, running his hands over the tops of his thighs in a thoughtful way.]
...But I won't complain if you want to show off.
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I always want to show off. [So humble, so modest]
[It takes him a moment to find a good way to prop it up, settling on his back with the camera panned over him. Which means he can now easily slide off his belt, slowly drawing it from the loops and through his fingers.]
But just how much of me do you want to see?
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As much as you want to show.
[The fishman doesn't touch himself yet either, but his hands form into fists against his thighs as if holding back.]
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[For once, it seems he's actually gone the extra mile to wear more flattering underwear, replacing his boxers with more form-fitting boxer-briefs--]
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[As long as you ignore the print. Are those supposed to be tiny camels?? Why is he like this.]
Well, I guess it's only fair I dress down as much as you have.
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The phone barely picks up a muffled groan from the fishman at the comment. Equal parts aroused and annoyed. Does that mean they have to match up? Sure, it's fair, but he also wants the detective to keep going.
Zed looks away from the camera initially as one of his hands hesitantly slides along his inner thigh before cupping himself through his swim trunks. Built as he is, it's still a bit slow to build up a hard-on in cool water. At least the skin tight fabric doesn't leave too much to the imagination; a little massaging along the slit with his fingertips forces his arousal out a few inches.]
Nhh, I didn't think...you'd put me in the spotlight too.
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[He bites his lower lip as he watches Zed's hand rub over himself, the bulge in Ranpo's underwear twitching with interest in turn. But he's not going to touch himself there just yet. He still has more things to take off first.]
[He runs his hands up along his chest, letting out a sigh as his fingertips trace over his nipples. When he moves up a second time, his hands diverge to each shoulder, sliding his shirt sleeves down and letting them gather around his elbows. Keeping just a hint of clothing on could be enticing in its own way, even if it's not really covering anything.]
[It's only then that he reaches down once more, tugging down on hiss underwear -- but ensuring the band doesn't pass over his cock yet, pulling the fabric tight as if to show off how hard he's gotten.]
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His own swim trunks are beginning to feel too constricting. Just like Ranpo, the fabric is still blocking the view as he slides his hand under the waistband to continue coaxing himself out. There's a visible shudder even as Zed looks directly at the camera.]
I want...to see you grind against your hand. Give me a show, Ranpo. [
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[But he won't keep that up forever. He won't get to see the rest of Zed if he doesn't show himself first, after all. And so, he tugs once more on the band of his underwear, this time allowing it to slide over his cock as he groans.]
[With his cock exposed, he has just enough shame to start blushing now -- but not so much that he won't start touching himself even more, starting by teasing just the head with his finger tips, and running his hand down along the length.]
Mm, Zed... I wish I was with you right now. Then I could feel your hands touching me all over like this.
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You're so good...I wouldn't be able to stop with just touching you.
[Zed can't tease himself as easily as the detective with the chilled water surrounding him, so he has to make due with his hand gliding along his entire length with enthusiastic pumps. At least he can keep himself warm with the sight of Ranpo's naked body and his imagination. Perhaps it's why he's able to run his mouth some more--]
I want...to fuck you. Your thighs squeezing my waist, your hands clinging to me as I take you. Ah, I want to mess you up until you're drenched in sweat and the only thing you can say is my name...
[Rather than tantalize, it's just a purely unfiltered moment for Zed as he eagerly works himself to Ranpo's show. And in catching himself, he shivers with a muffled groan as his eyes close into slits.]
Look what you've done to me, Ranpo. [It's all his fault. Yet he's too debauched to be completely mortified.]
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[Hearing such filthy words fall from Zed's mouth sends such a shiver down Ranpo's spine. He shifts his hand to wrap around his own cock, stroking himself in full view of the camera so Zed can see exactly how much those words affected him.]
You're so sexy like this, I can hardly stand it. What I wouldn't give to have you here, pounding me into the mattress until I can hardly move, your claws digging into my skin as you hold me closer, pressing hot kisses against my neck...
[He slows his hand, trying to draw this out without coming too soon. But as it is, Zed's words already have a bit of pre-cum leaking from tip of his cock.]
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I'll mark you so that when you look in the mirror...you'll remember me filling you up. The way your back arches, your head spins...You're so tight, but I'm going to keep fucking you until you can't hold out anymore. You're mine right now.
[His broken speech is a sign that it's hard to switch his concentration between words and the mounting pleasure that's building to burst. It's more apparent when that last bit slips out without much thought. He doesn't have a moonblessing to blame.
When they're finally at the edge, and he knows Ranpo must be aching for release, Zed gives a husky command:]
Come. Come for me, Ranpo.
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I'm yours, I'm yours-- nng, Zed...!
[He spills over his hand with a breathy cry, leaving a mess on his stomach as he arches his back up off the mattress. But he keeps his face pointedly in Zed's direction, not wanting to miss the moment he comes -- and wanting him to see just how much pleasure he's giving him, without even the need to touch him.]
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...Ranpo...You're too good.
[With one last muffled grunt, Zed's shoulders hunch as he releases into his hand. His mouth opens as if panting through the electric fog that clouds his mind, and a full-body shudder passes through him. It's a vulnerable moment for only Ranpo to see.
...He'll put off thinking about draining and replacing the water. For now, he's just going to the orgasmic bliss while it stays with him.]
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[This isn't what he was expecting when he got that text from Zed, but he's certainly not complaining about the direction things went.]
Ahh... now I really wish you were here. It's not the same if I can't cuddle with you after.
[He flashes a slightly lopsided grin.]
So maybe I should come over later for round two?
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I'd like that.
[Despite feeling boneless, the camera returns to his hand and focuses on his face as he moves to stand. This isn't how he thought his day would go, but it's turning out nicely.]
I'll leave the door unlocked.
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[Excuse this sap as he kisses the bottom of his phone -- giving the look of leaning in for a kiss without the awkward lips-on-camera-lens shot.]
THE END