"How's this? More your speed?" "Oh fuck yeah, you know it is baby...god, you're so hot." A giggle involuntarily escaped past Tyler's lips and he tried not to look uncomfortable about it, though embarrassed would be a better identifier to how he felt. Fabian would be intoxicatingly charming, and Tyler was doing his best not to fall head over heels for him. The arctic fox turned on the spot as he faced to mirror, making sure to hold his phone steady so he could show off every lithe, twinkish curve. He liked how good he looked, and he liked that people fawned over him as a result. Fabian was no exception, though in Tyler's eyes, the Maned Wolf was hotter than him. His gaze glanced down to his phone, where he could see the canine's face staring intently down at his screen, the camera shaking slightly as he did something particularly lewd just out of view. The fox turned to face the other way and swapped his phone into his other hand as he reached down, tugging on the waistband of his jockstrap, near the front. He was pretty sure the camera could pick it up, because the canine on the other end of the phone groaned his approval. "I can't wait to see you." His words may Tyler's stomach twist with delight. It was only going to be another couple of months before Fabian would fly across a couple of states to his. They were planning to spend a couple of weeks together whilst the Maned Wolf had time off-- frankly, the fox was planning to have as much sex as possible. They'd been flirting for too long for it not to happen. "Me too," His cheeks hurt from grinning so hard. "You got your ticket and everything?" "Tyler, dude, we've been over this," The Maned Wolf's expression faltered, if only a little, before he rolled his eyes and smirked. "I've got everything ready." "Okay...sorry. I'm just excited." Tyler tried not to let that little chastising get to him, but he was prone to sensitivity around his 'crushes'. He didn't let it show and swayed his hips instead, which his 'audience' seemed to greatly appreciate, given the way he sighed down at his phone. "Why don't you show me just how excited you are, sexy?" He murmured. "I wanna get a good look at what I'm gonna rail in a couple months." A shudder-inducing tingle rushed up the arctic fox's spine, and he sheepishly glanced towards his bathroom door to make sure it was closed, before he tugged at the waistband of his jockstrap, stretching it out before sliding it down at the front, unhooking it over his package. His semi-hard cock, white in colour, gleefully swung free with the lack of tension and pulsed needily for the camera...but that wasn't what the Maned Wolf wanted to see. He sidled and turned as he thumbed his phone to switch to selfie view, and as the jockstrap fall down towards his knees he lifted his phone up to show off his cute little ass-- damn, it was good, wasn't it? Soft, malleable, perfectly found...some might argue that Tyler was blessed with good genes, but a lot of painstaking work went into looking this good. "Oh yeah, that's it," The canine urged. "Spread it for me." With a grin and a trickle of excitement, the 19-year-old grasped one cheek and spread it to the side, revealing his most intimate area hidden within. His hole clenched when exposed to the air and he relaxed, bending over a little and awkwardly trying to keep his phone lifted to show it off more. Fabian's quiet huffs blew on his mic and came out the other end of Tyler's phone like a crackling, heavy sound that made the fox cringe a bit, but he was more happy with the fact he clearly liked what he was seeing. The arctic fox inevitably straightened up and the Maned Wolf pulled his phone back by extension, revealing a little more of his room. Fabian lay sprawled across a messy, unmade bed, and Tyler was pretty sure he caught sight of some clothes lying on the floor, but naturally his eyes were elsewhere. The Maned Wolf sat in nothing but a shirt and a jacket, and god knows where his pants were-- fuck it, it didn't even matter. Tyler's gaze fixated on that rock hard cock on the screen and he turned to face the mirror again, switching his camera back over so that Fabian got full view of his own aching erection. The white fox grabbed the base of his cock and squeezed, quietly shuddering with pleasure, and on the other end of the phone the Maned Wolf growled quietly under his breath. "I love your cock." Tyler couldn't resist complimenting him and on the screen, Fabian smirked and grasped the base of his dick, waggling it left and right. The fox openly stroked himself, fapping his foreskin back and forth as he parted his muzzle and quietly huffed. Fuck, he was so turned on. "Tell me how much you want it." The Maned Wolf teased, and started to openly stroke himself in kind, joining in with the fox's masturbation. "A lot." "Use your words, baby." "I...fuck," Tyler couldn't stop himself from laughing, his nerves getting the better of him. "I want to taste it so bad. I bet it tastes so damn good." "Oh yeah," The Maned Wolf growled quietly, vigorously stroking his cock over the phone. "Tell me where you're gonna put your mouth." "R...Right on the tip," Dirty talk wasn't Tyler's strong suit, but his horny brain was so turned on by it that he started to stroke faster. "Then I'd lick all the way down, taste every inch. I'd paint your balls with my tongue. "Oh fuck..." It was clear that Tyler's words were turning Fabian on too. "What if I'm impatient, baby?" "T-Then, uh, I'd climb up onto your body and put your cock in my ass. Fuck..." Just the mere thought had Tyler's mind reeling with a hazy, sickening pleasure. His stomach twisted and tingled with little butterflies as a pressure within him formed, and he trembled on the spot, pressing his legs together and whimpering. "You gonna cum?" The voice on the other end asked between pants, and Tyler could barely muster a single word. He nodded, aware the camera could pick him up, and he wildly pumped his cock up against the bathroom counter, hovering it just above the sink. He started to moan with a greater fervency, turned on the Maned Wolf's own heavy pants on the other end of the line. When he felt himself getting close, those moans turned into quiet, boyish whimpers and he stood on the tips of his toes, pushing his hips forward as he stroked faster and faster. "O-Oh...! Fuck, Fabian..." Tyler moaned his name and the growl on the other end of his line felt like permission to cum, more than anything else. The pressure inside him loosened and he quietly gasped, his muscles turning into jelly as a thick, ample spurt shot from the end of his cock and sailed over the sink to hit the bathroom mirror. The subsequent spurts either oozed down his fingers and splattered forwards with either as much or less power than the first, either hitting the mirror or messily painting the sink below in eager strands of his pent-up arousal. It took everything in him to keep standing and he hung his head for a moment, his breathing low and heavy, before he raised his gaze to the mirror and toothily grinned, bot sheepish and spent. "H...How was that, babe?" Tyler asked nervously and glanced to the camera screen, seeing that Fabian had made his own mess all over his front, with little care for how it might stain his clothes. The two of them looked at one-another for a moment before, on the screen, the Maned Wolf flopped backwards on his bed, bringing the phone with him and holding it over his body. "Look what you did to me." He teased, angling the camera so that Tyler got a full, complete view of his messy front, sagging cock and the glimpse of his feet just at the edges of the screen, with his pants tucked around his ankles. Tyler grinned and giggled, those butterflies forming in his stomach again, twisting his innards into knots. He wanted to say something, but refrained-- it'd be better off to wait until they met in person. "I should get cleaned up," Fabian grunted as he angled the phone back. "Then I'll get on my computer. You wanna play some games?" "Sure." Tyler beamed, and for a moment the Maned Wolf looked at the screen, his eyes searching, before his muzzle stretched into a suave, charming grin. "See you in a bit." He said, and just like that the call ended. Tyler slowly put the phone down on the bathroom counter and sighed, looking down at the mess he made, before he smiled. He couldn't wait for these few months to be over.