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[roseapothecary]

[ David is impatient, as always, and he's already taken a dozen pictures of himself thrown back on Patrick's bed, shirtless and holding himself with his jeans wide open, and also edited the best ones to send long before Patrick has gotten the door shut behind him.

Because of that, there are several pictures and texts waiting for him when he finally digs out his phone. ]

I swear to god I can taste you because of that picture.

Can I call?
I'm calling.

[ He doesn't even hesitate before choosing the video call option and when Patrick answers David is biting his lip, grinning, and half buried in Patrick's neatly arranged pillows. ]

Hey, you.

[buttonface]

[ Patrick had felt his phone buzzing in his pocket practically all the way back to the hotel, but hadn't dared to even look before he was safely inside. When he finally pulls it out, it's just in time for David's last text to come through, following a string of tantalizing pictures that Patrick will definitely be studying at his leisure later.

For now, though, the phone is ringing, and he accepts the video call to find David smiling coyly up at him from - yep, that's Patrick's bed. ]

David.

[ He's not exactly out of breath from his rush back from the conference center, but he's a little flushed and rumpled, his eyes dark as he gazes at his phone, drinking in the sight of David, that smile on his face. ]

You look -

[ Delicious. Amazing. Like he belongs here with Patrick, instead. ]

Comfortable.

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[ For a moment he almost hears scolding in the clipped way Patrick huffs out 'David', but then David catches the look in his eyes and the tension in Patrick's tone takes on a far more exciting meaning. ]

You don't.

[ He pouts melodramatically, nestling farther into Patrick's own preferred pillow so he can smell him better. ]

Get comfortable, Patrick.

[ He uses the tone of low authority that he knows Patrick loves and stares him down through the phone, biting his lip. ]

[buttonface]

[ He's right about that. Patrick's slacks aren't especially tight, but things are getting uncomfortable all the same. He swallows hard at the commanding tone in David's voice, that dark, intense look in his eyes that's almost too much, even on the tiny phone screen.

He swallows, mouth dry, and then nods, hesitating just for a moment as he glances around the room, before he leans the phone against the TV, backing up until the camera's in the perfect place to capture him undoing his belt, unbuttoning his shirt, then finally unzipping his pants and letting him fall as he toes off his shoes.

It's not until he's down to his boxers, his erection painfully visible through them, that he retrieves the phone and gets settled back on the bed. ]

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