delicatale | Phonesexathon? Phonesexathon!

Hello, and welcome to this Hawaii Five-0 Phonesexeathon!

(amazing banner by the amazing

iam_space ! Thank you for all the help honey!)

Okay, so let’s be honest, this is happening majorly because I am a big fan of phone sex and the lack of it in this fandom is making me a little sad. So I decided a meme could be fun! I’m advertising a bit because I’m still new to this fandom and I want the most people to see it and participate and prompt and read if they so wish, but I don’t have a lot of followers, so, yeah.

Okay! So! Anything goes! Any pairing any genre het and slash all that. You can post prompts, you can start round-robins (I love them let’s do it!), you can just go ahead and write a 20,000 words long fic involving phone sex and posting the link here. Seriously, anything goes. I’d encourage prompting though, go ahead – anonymous commenting shall be open, even. If you so wish to use it. Also, sexting is also allowed of course. As is fanart! Of course!

I don’t really want to put a ton of rules here, we’re all big people, right? No bashing no hating, this stuff, obvious, right? This is for fun. Let us get on with the phone sex!

Also, do pimp it around people! The more, the merrier! Here, have some pimping code:

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

From:

stjarna1984.livejournal.com

(You can prove nothing :P)

Danny swallows thickly, a spark igniting low in his stomach as he remembers the way Steve's biceps flexed with each slow stroke of his dick, the way his tattoos had rippled, the way Steve's skin glistened, turning the tattoos darker. Fuck.

"And in the mornings, when you wake me up by tracing them with your fingertips. I know it's not just morning wood that gets you hard."

"You're supposed to be telling me what turns you on, not what turns me on. Tell me what you want me to do."

Danny palms his cock through his underwear, getting harder with every word. Steve's not even into his stride yet, Danny needs to control himself. It's not like they never talk dirty to each other, it's just a little less daunting when you can see the other person.

"I want you to touch me, but lightly, so I can only just feel it. I want you to trace patterns on my skin, draw your own tattoos. Then I want you to do it with your tongue."

From:

thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com

::flails encouragingly::

This is AWESOME.

From:

delicatale.livejournal.com

Under other circumstances, maybe, maybe Danny would let out one of the retorts twisting his tongue right now, one of the I can’t draw for shit comments that he could say if his brain wasn’t overloaded with images and smells of Steve. His skin always tastes of sun and seawater and something masculine and musky and dark, like all the secrets he keeps from Danny rise to simmer right under his tan when they’re alone.

“I like that, you know? You want to know what turns me on? When we take our time – doesn’t happen often enough, Danny. And I know, it’s my fault, I’m always so fucking focused, I know you’re going to say that, but still. I want you to take your time, force me to take our time, want you to complete the tattoo with bite marks and bruises.”

From:

stjarna1984.livejournal.com

"I can do that."

Danny clears his throat when his voice comes out sounding used, his mouth going dry as his dick gets harder under his hand. He keeps his hand out of his boxers though, rubbing through the soft fabric instead, letting out another soft groan when he presses he heel of his hand to the head of his erection.

"Yeah? Good, 'cause I don't want you to stop there... I want -" Danny hears him swallow. "- I want you to turn me over and kiss and bite down my spine, until you get to the new one."

"Fuck."

Danny can't help himself. The bastard's actually reading his mind now.

From:

delicatale.livejournal.com

He can hear a smile in Steve’s next exhale but he can also hear how strained it is, shallow, quick. Danny licks his lips, rolling his shoulders into the mattress and he winces when the bedsprings creak under him, even if he knows it’s not loud enough to wake anyone in the house. Steve groans.

“And you know this tat goes all the way down to my ass…”

Steve stops there, as if suddenly finding his brain-to-mouth filter again and Danny bites on a moan, pressing his hand hard against his cock, feeling the damp patch over the front of his boxers. He’s going a little crazy over there, his eyes and mouth and nose and ears filled with memories of Steve and it’s too much and not enough at the same time.

“I saw. So what?”

From:

stjarna1984.livejournal.com

"So. You know. You could..."

"I could what? Spell it out for me, Steve, come on. Tell me."

There's another swallow before Steve continues, and Danny really wishes he could put the phone on speaker and give himself a free hand, but that's really not happening with his parents in the next room and his Little League trophies staring down at him next to the picture of himself at camp that summer.

"You could keep going. With your tongue. Right - right down 'til y-you're in my ass. Fuck, it makes me so hard just thinking about it, D."

From:

delicatale.livejournal.com

The air in his room is hot and damp and filthy as Steve’s words and fuck, since when is New Jersey in March as crazy hot as Hawaii? Danny can’t take it anymore, he slides a hand inside his underwear and grabs his cock, listening to Steve’s ragged breaths, the rhythm of them giving Danny a guide to how fast he can go, how far Steve’s gone himself. And when Danny runs his tongue over his teeth and then darts it out to lick his lips, he can almost taste Steve right there.

“Fuck, babe –”

“Yeah, yeah, and you’d get me right there, so fucking hot, going crazy, and then you’d move, just enough to start sucking my cock, and I’d come and you’ll – ”

Steve cuts himself off with a loud groan, telling Danny that his own words pushed him to the edge, and he can’t help the surge of pride going through his body at that.

From:

stjarna1984.livejournal.com

"And I'll what? Fuck you? You want that? Me to get you all open with my tongue and my fingers and then fuck you into the mattress? God, and you'd be so loose and relaxed already, it'd be like sinking into fucking butter or something."

Danny can just see it. Steve spread out and boneless on the bed, letting Danny move into him. He can hear Steve's whimpers, in his head and in real life, and he tightens his hand on his dick, yanking on it faster and faster.

"Jesus Christ, yes. Fuck, Danny, I'm gonna come so fucking hard."

From:

delicatale.livejournal.com

“Do it, come on, babe, come for me.”

Danny is trying his best to keep some sort of handle on himself, because he wants to come with the noises Steve makes in his ear, when he comes down his own high, those little, satisfied pants and mewls that drive Danny insane. He’s not sure he can do it, but he still tightens his hold on the base of his cock, trying his best not to just make a dash for it, yank hard and fast and come all over his hand.

Steve lets out a harsh breath, a moan, and he sounds so wrecked and hot, Danny turns his head and bites on his pillow, groaning loud into the soft cotton, his eyes closed tight. If he focuses enough he can ever hear the slick sound of flesh slapping against flesh, imagines Steve driving his hips into his hand.

From:

stjarna1984.livejournal.com

If Danny was back in Hawaii, on that shitty fold-out bed, he'd probably have turned onto his stomach and be humping the mattress by now, but he'd rather not leave adolescent stains on the bedclothes at his parents' house, so he resists, curling his toes when he hears Steve let go with a choked shout of his name.

"You make a mess, McGarrett? Huh? I bet you did. I bet you're lying there, filthy and sweaty. Fuck, I bet you taste good too. Lick your fingers. Tell me."

From:

delicatale.livejournal.com

He can hear Steve wanting to say something, can hear the gasps, but then it’s only licking, little sounds that make Danny clench his jaw, teeth gritting together. He’s not trying to keep himself from coming anymore, no, he’s so there. He’s so there he’s coming the next time Steve breathes out slowly, riding his high. Danny stills, his whole body tense as he comes all over himself, his eyes closed tightly and his mouth clamped shut, his muscles aching with the restraint he’s forcing upon himself not to cry out Steve;s name. He lets out a loud breath, moaning a little high-pitched into the phone, for Steve, not for his parents. His head is spinning but he can still hear Steve moan back at him, something about it a little dissatisfied.

“Oh, fuck.”

“It’s still better when you’re around.”

“Steve, the Super Romantic SEAL, who would have thought.”