My cock is aching. It wants to be touched. Stroked. Licked. Sucked.
It’s straining against my jeans. Hard.
I want to feel your hands teasing it, through my jeans. To feel your breath, hot, on it, through my jeans, through my cotton boxers.
Make me break the buttons holding my jeans closed over it. When it’s free, or less constrained, grab it, hard. Squeeze it, tight. Make me know how much you need it. That you need it as much as I need you to have it.
Breathe on it. Exhale, long, slow. Make my boxers wet with your breath. Close your lips down on it, through the fabric. Let me feel your tongue press against it. Make me need you to take it out.