Title: I'm kinda busy
Fandom: RPF
Characters: Lady Gaga, Beyoncé
Pairing: Lady Gaga / Beyoncé
Prompt: phone sex or not?
Rating: red
Warnings: phone! Sex, femslash, self, anal, one-shot.
I'm kinda busy
His eyes were closed while brushing slowly, his hand under her skirt that moved up, up tremendously. The few times that he was allowed to spend some 'alone at home could also afford these things, no?
Having slipped under her shirt the other hand grabbed one of her breasts without even unhook her bra, feeling it from the top of the fabric.
He tilted his head back at that moment he felt really good.
A sudden sound made her jump and cry when he realized what had held unfeminine through a cell phone.
Well, I had no intention of responding.
He tried to ignore the insistent ringing, his hand under her skirt was tucked inside his shorts, stood up to slide a little farther down along the thighs.
sighed, the phone had stopped ringing.
She rubbed her clit, muttering something bumpy, two fingers painfully pinched her right nipple.
He was about to penetrate when the phone began to ring; hissed curse reluctantly abandoning their breasts and looking at who is still called so insistently.
When he saw his name he smiled.
\u0026lt;Hello?>
As he tried to keep a firm tone the other must have sensed something.
\u0026lt;... What are you doing?>
Lady Gaga's smile widened as he leaned his back against the wall and let go a deep sigh.
\u0026lt;do you think?>
\u0026lt; ... I think you would recall in a while '.>
\u0026lt;Come on, do not hang up!>
\u0026lt;Some things do not interest me, you know.>
\u0026lt;Do the innocents. I'm sure you've already done a lot of times.>
\u0026lt;You know, I have better things to do than listen to people while having sex.>
Top young man grumbled something in response, he hoped to move the conversation to more interesting topics.
\u0026lt;Your husband is at home?>
\u0026lt;No, I'm alone.>
\u0026lt;Do not want to try?>
He heard her sigh from Beyoncé ' other side of the phone.
\u0026lt;Do not you ever change, right?>
Lady Gaga smiled, knowing that the other could not see her.
They were silent for a few minutes, until a groan to the blonde did not understand that something was going on.
\u0026lt;How are you now?>
\u0026lt;... I'm not sure that is the best thing ...>
\u0026lt;Courage>
\u0026lt;... I'm lying in bed. >
\u0026lt;Are you naked?>
\u0026lt;I still wearing underwear and shirt.>
\u0026lt;Well.>
blocked the cell between the ear and shoulder by bending the head to the side to claw back the breast.
\u0026lt;Tell me what you're doing.> Ordered when a finger touched his opening.
\u0026lt;I'm touching her left breast.>
\u0026lt;Ok. Tap and remove her pants.>
A sigh made her understand that Beyoncé was performing.
\u0026lt;deeper. Penetrated.>
\u0026lt;I still have the pants ...>
\u0026lt;Do the same without removing them.>
could imagine her, standing in front of her, pulled the elastic on the sides and forced into the fabric of her, inserted a finger inside her, moving faster.
\u0026lt;Are you there?>
\u0026lt;SSI ...>
\u0026lt;arching your back.>
A groan from the other side stronger had it shiver and added two more fingers.
\u0026lt;Put the phone in speakerphone, so you can use both hands.>
A beep sounded the ear.
\u0026lt;Now penetrated.>
\u0026lt;I'm already doing.> Said the oldest panting.
\u0026lt;Honey, unless you're not anatomically different from me, you have a second hole available.>
There was a silence long enough, and Lady Gaga hoped that the other, in a fit of anger, had not put the phone under the pillow or between the covers.
A groan she looked away from his conjectures.
\u0026lt;E '... is tight.>
He stayed by burst out laughing because what I was imagining at that moment was absolutely sublime.
\u0026lt;Come on, inside and out.> Murmured while increasing the pace, feeling the orgasm approaching, the hand holding the breasts undid her bra to start to haunt her nipples.
The moans of the other part of the phone became more and more higher and more frequent, accompanied by the creaking of the bed, and the blonde did his best to sustain the pace of the other, until it was too much for both.
He heard her come up with a scream and immediately followed it, indulging in a low moan, the ears could hear the panting of Beyonce that mingled with his.
It took a while 'before you can utter a meaningful sentence.
\u0026lt;Listen ...>
\u0026lt;... What?>
\u0026lt;When is the next time you're home alone?>
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