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"Want you…" Magnus mutters into his phone for what feels like the hundredth time that night. It never gets less true. "Lucas, /fuck/, I want you…"

He hears Lucas exhale on the other end of the line, three states and many miles away, back in their shared apartment. "Heh, I know, gorgeous. I know. Wish I had you here."

His voice, always a little shaky, cracks further with what must be a particularly good curl of his own fingers. Magnus keeps his hand tight around himself, only moving his hips the barest of inches. Desperate to rush but wanting to /savour/ it, every second of every phone call he gets with his boyfriend while he's on these long hauls.

He tries to breathe more shallow. Hear every sound Lucas has for him, each hitching moan or lewd noise when he moves the speaker closer to between his legs. It feels like barely a moment before Lucas' voice is right in his ear again, grainy and jarring and /him/.

"Kinda wanted to hold out 'til the two week mark, but uh… you seem like you need it. And I /want/ it, so…"

Magnus squints toward the phone trapped between his cheek and shoulder. "What're you saying? Did I miss something?"

There's shuffling on the line for a moment as Lucas settles - the crinkle of sheets, their new white ones - and addresses him again. "I snuck a something special into your duffel bag- the red one? Figured, uh. This is our longest haul apart, so far. Maybe you'd need something extra to get by."

For probably the first time ever, Magnus is glad for the cramped design of his truck's cabin. He barely has to wiggle to get hold of his duffel bag, and after a moment of rummaging he feels the outline of something unfamiliar.

A paper lunch bag. A sharpie note on the front - "xo Lucas". And inside, a pretty, dark blue vibrator that has Magnus squeezing himself with his occupied hand out of embarrassed shock more than arousal.

"Lucas?!"

"You're welcome," he sounds pleased with himself, probably still spread out in their bed while he causes Magnus a heart attack, "I did it out of kindness."

Magnus' fingers run the length of it tentatively, the hand in his boxers twitching to do the same. It's big, not /huge/, and curved around the tip in a way that's a little alien. "You didn't have to buy me this…"

Lucas makes a confused sound, and then pauses. "Oh. I uh, didn't buy it. It's mine."

Magnus' dick throbs in his palm, and he doesn't even feel himself whimpering "/oh, fuck…/" until Lucas reacts to it, moaning soft in the way that tells him he's fingering himself again.

It's been just over a week. They /live/ together, love together. By no means should Magnus be aching so hard for his presence, and yet…

And yet.

The hard plastic passes his lips before he thinks about it, a loud, wavering moan escaping him just as involuntarily as he laves his tongue against the toy and /tastes him/. Lucas, the sweet-bitter musk of him, making him salivate and buck and inhale his scent like it's been /years/.

Lucas must realise what he's doing by the sounds, because before Magnus knows it he's listening to a steady stream of /fuck fuck fuck/ against his ear as Lucas gasps in that way he does, and comes choking on his breath.

Magnus can't last. It's those noises, the squeeze of his own hand, the vague lingering taste of Lucas, the /thoughts/ flashing in his mind of how he must have looked, using this, Lucas rubbing the nub of his cock while fucking himself- /squirting/ from it, soaked wet and delicious--

He comes with a whine, legs jolting electric as his pent-up body shakes itself out. He comes with the half-remembered, half-present taste of being between Lucas' legs. Home.

Magnus' face is still pressed against the toy when he comes down, bent more awkwardly against the wall than before, and with a crick in his shoulder. There's a brief flash of panic when he realises he's dropped his phone, but when he finds it in the sheets Lucas is still panting down the line.

"Fuck, Mags."

A little bit of shyness starts to catch up to him. "Yeah… Yeah."

"I mean I thought you were gonna put it on your dick, or fuck yourself with it, but… in your /mouth/, fuck. Fuck! Why is that even hotter. Why was that the hottest thing ever."

Magnus' whole body flushes warm from the orgasm and Lucas' commentary. Already he's getting the urge to cuddle up and sleep, so he lies down, a pillow smooshed against his chest. "I'unno. But we got another couple weeks to test it."