Push and Pull

[Mature Content]

Micah sat on the closed lid of the toilet, his legs trembling as he tried to catch his breath. The cold tiles beneath his bare feet offered little relief to the heat coursing through his body. His heart thudded in his chest, so loud it drowned out the muffled sounds of Elle and Rosa watching TV in the living room.

He dragged a shaky hand through his hair, his fingers tugging at the strands. "What the hell just happened…" he muttered to himself, his voice thin and breathless. 

The scene replayed in his head—Aphrodite's golden gaze sliding over his avatar, the husky edge in Damian's voice, the raw magnetism that seemed to pour from Callum even when he wasn't doing anything. Micah groaned, burying his face in his hands. 

Why was he so affected? It was just a game. But the way Damian's voice had curled around him like a velvet rope, the way Callum's silence had felt heavier than words—it was too much. 

His phone buzzed on the counter, breaking the quiet. Micah jumped, startled, before reaching for it with trembling fingers. The caller ID read 'My Love' with two hearts.

Damian.

Of course. 

He hesitated. A part of him wanted to ignore it, to throw his phone into the sink and pretend none of this was happening. But another part of him—the part that always wanted to please, to avoid conflict—picked up. 

"Hey…" Micah's voice cracked, and he cleared his throat. "Hey." 

"Hey, babe." Damian's voice was warm, almost teasing. 

Micah pressed the phone to his ear, curling in on himself. "Sorry for hurrying out of there. I—uh, I just needed a minute. That scene was a lot." 

"A lot?" Damian's laugh was low and smooth. "Yeah, I bet it was. Don't think I couldn't hear you squirming." 

Micah's face burned. "I wasn't squirming." 

"Don't lie to me, babe. I know you." Damian's voice dropped, soft and taunting. "You were turned on, weren't you?" 

"I—it's not like that," Micah stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. 

"Don't be embarrassed, love. I was turned on too. There's nothing to be ashamed of." There was a pause, the silence heavy. Then Damian's tone shifted, darker and more commanding. "But, tell me the truth, Micah. Were you thinking about him?" 

Micah froze. "What?" 

"Callum," Damian said smoothly, like he was testing the name on his tongue. "Were you thinking about how hot it'd be to sleep with him?" 

Micah's breath hitched. "I wasn't—" 

"It wouldn't surprise me," Damian interrupted, his voice sharper now. "Afterall, you've always been a dirty little slut. It's one of the things I like best about you. Just about any depraved thought gets you rock solid."

"No," Micah whispered, but the word rang hollow even to his own ears. 

Damian was being ridiculous. He was saying nonsense. Micah wasn't like that. The scene had been overwhelming because he hadn't expected it to be so graphic. He knew about it, of course, it had been the burning topic on all Pantheon forums when the DLC was released. But Aphrodite's movements… Damian's flirty 'I'll give you what you really need when I'm back'. And Callum. He was online. There was no way he hadn't seen Micah's avatar receiving a handjob from the goddess of love in male form.

Micah had picked the Aphrodite DLC to play because he'd only played it once before and he'd assumed they'd play it in PVP mode. Even if they picked the story option, the sensible thing to do was to refuse or outright skip the… graphic scene between Aphrodite and the players.

What he'd failed to take into account was the fact that his boyfriend was a sadist and nothing pleased him more than making Micah cum from his own humiliation.

"Yeah, you were," Damian said, his voice curling around Micah like a noose. "I bet you were picturing him touching you, weren't you? His hands, his mouth…" 

"Stop," Micah said weakly, his free hand clenching into a fist against his thigh. 

"Don't tell me to stop," Damian said, his voice low and dangerous. "You're mine, Micah. And I'm not going to let you forget it." 

Micah's breath hitched in his throat. Even though it scared him when Damian got jealous like this, even though his possessiveness often clouded his reasoning, Micah hardly ever called him out on it. Because, just as Damian was a sadist, Micah was a masochist. 

And he loved being put in his place.

"Touch yourself," Damian ordered.

Micah blanched. "What?"

"You heard me, love. Don't make me repeat myself," Damian said and Micah could just picture him, sitting at his desk, tapping patiently on the wood grain with a self satisfied smirk on his face. "Start slowly. I want your dick to get comfortable with the fact that you're going to cum in your hand soon."

Micah swallowed hard and locked down at himself. He was rock hard. Had been since the game. The imprint of his bulge was clearly visible through his sweatpants and he only throbbed harder and painfully the more Damian spoke. 

His fingers trembled as they hovered over the waistband of his sweatpants. He shouldn't do this—he knew he shouldn't. Rosa and Elle were in the next room, and Callum was still online. But Damian's voice curled around him, soft but commanding , leaving no room for argument.

"Do it now, Micah."

He'll be angry if I don't, Micah thought, swallowing hard. And worse than angry, he'd be disappointed.

Slowly, tentatively, he slipped his hand past the waistband of his pants and a strained gasp escaped his lips as his hands wrapped around his dick. 

"That's it. Good boy," Damian taunted.

Micah closed his eyes and let himself drown in his boyfriend's praise. "Thank you, sir." 

"Now lets start over," Damian said, his voice smoother than honey soaked wine. "Were you thinking about him while I was sucking Aprodite's dick in that game?"

Micah whimpered, his hand instinctively wrapping tighter around his member. "That wasn't you," he managed to gasp out. "That was an avatar."

"Oh, but I bet you wished it was me," Damian chuckled wickedly. "I know what you do when you miss me, love. I know what you watch. There's no need to act so modest now."

"D…" if Damian kept talking, it wasn't a matter of if Micah would come, it was a matter of when. And 'when' was hurtling towards him like a freight train.

"Stop touching yourself," Damian ordered.

"D… please…"

"Stop."

Micah let go of himself and an unsatisfied moan left his lips. He'd been so close. So close to sweet sweet release. And now he was still as hard and desperate as he was when he was playing that game.

"Fuck, I kinda wish that scene was real," Damian mused. "I'd love to see the look on your boss's face as I make you mine."

Micah groaned and his hips involuntarily thrust upwards. The image wormed its way into his brain like a viscous parasite; Damian laying claim to his body like Micah was created specifically to fulfil his desires while Callum watched with a mixture of shock and arousal; surprised to find out that his company's intern was a desperate bottom and turned on seeing just how well Micah took Damian.

He moaned desperately, his fingers trembling as he clutched the phone. "Damian…" he groaned, his breath coming in short gasps. 

"Don't you dare touch yourself," Damian ordered suddenly, his voice sharp. "Not yet." 

Micah whimpered softly, his body tense. 

"Here's what you're going to do," Damian continued, his tone smooth but commanding. "You're going to put that headset back on, and you're going to talk to Callum. I want to hear how flustered you sound when he asks if you're okay." 

"Damian, please—" 

"No arguing, babe," Damian said, his voice softening just slightly. "Do it. Now." 

Micah swallowed hard, his stomach twisting with a mix of dread and arousal. Slowly, reluctantly, he stood and staggered over to the bathroom door. He opened it and surveyed the hallway, relieved to find it empty. It would be so mortifying if his roommates found him in this state. He hurried back to his bedroom, locking the door behind himself. His VR headset laid right where he left it, tossed aside on his desk. His reflection in the mirror caught his eye—flushed cheeks, mussed hair, lips slightly parted. He looked like someone who'd been thoroughly wrecked. 

"Micah?" Damian's voice came over the phone, reminding Micah that he was supposed to be doing something.

"Damian, please," he pleaded. Sure, he was on edge and hungry for release but this was madness! He couldn't… he couldn't call Callum in this state. It was dirty and… "I'm not going to cheat on you."

"Oh baby," Damian husked. "This isn't cheating, this is you being a good boy and doing what I want. And what I want right now is to show that bastard exactly who you belong to. Now," his voice hardened once more. "Put on your headset."

Micah closed his eyes and took a deep breath before slipping the headset back on and sat on the edge of his bed. The game's audio crackled to life, and so did Callum's voice. 

"Micah?" Callum sounded concerned. "Are you okay? You don't have to keep playing if you're not feeling up to it." 

Micah's throat tightened, his voice coming out softer than he intended. "I'm fine." 

"Are you sure?" Callum pressed gently. 

"I said I'm fine," Micah snapped, his tone sharper than he intended. He winced, guilt twisting in his chest. "Sorry. I just… needed a minute." 

"So respectful," Damian chuckled through the phone, low enough for Micah to hear but not loud enough for his headphones to pick up. "Should we tell him that you like having your hair pulled when I drill you."

Micah gasped, heat shooting down his body straight to his core. Callum's worried voice filled his ears again, "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Start touching yourself again, whore," Damian ordered.

Micah swallowed hard and fumbled through his drawer for a bottle of lube. He wet his hand with it and took hold of his dick once more, carefully not to make a peep and alert Callum of what he was actually doing. "Yup, fit as a fiddle," he said, managing to keep the strain from his voice. "I just stubbed my toe."

The lie only made him all the more hornier. He licked his lips and fitted his phone between his cheek and his ear, using his now free hand to pinch his nipple.

"Cool," Callum said, his voice calm and steady. "We can stop if you want. That… scene was more than enough excitement for one night." 

'More than enough excitement' was an understatement. Micah was going to be dreaming about it for nights to come. 

Damian's voice whispered in Micah's ear through the phone, low and taunting. "Tell him you're fine and that you'd keep going but your boyfriend wants to fuck you." 

"I'm fine," Micah repeated, his voice shaky. "I'd love to keep playing but my— my boyfriend wants to talk to me." 

"That's not what I said, Micah."

There was a pause, the silence stretching thin. 

"Alright," Callum said finally, his tone hesitant. "That's understandable. Well, goodnight." 

Micah nodded, even though neither of them could see it and squeezed out his responding 'Goodnight.' Before discarding the headphones again. His body was on fire. He was so close, humping desperately into his hand like a bitch in heat and Damian was all too aware of that.

"Bad boy," he tsked. "You went against my orders."

"Please, sir. Please," Micah begged. He couldn't take being edged anymore but there was no way he was going to tell Callum his boyfriend wanted to— that! It was too much.

"You sound so hot when you beg," Damian whispered. "I'll allow it this time. Come for me."

And Micah did. Hard and hot, all over his hand and sweatpants. He bit down on his lip, swallowing back his moans so his roommates weren't alerted of his activities and his legs shook as the orgasm ripped through him.

By the end of it, he was dirty, sweaty and breathing hard.

"I'll see you soon, Micah," Damian said coolly. "Make sure that the vibrating butt plug is charged." 

The call clicked off and Micah was left alone with guilt clawing at his chest like a living thing. 

How the hell was he supposed to face Callum at work tomorrow?