Well isn't this an odd conglomerate?

"Tomorrow then," he said, knowing Kurtis had the address. He wasn't sure what else there was to say, so he sorta just waited for him to hang up or say some snarky remark. Perhaps that was what he had come to expect from his cousin, but nothing seemed like what it had been.
After the phone call he went to bed. He needed the rest, but sadly he felt like he couldn't sleep. He called Eden's number, but it went to his answering machine. "Hi, uhm, I just wanted to say goodnight and that I hope you had a safe trip," he said, holding back crying, because that would only hurt the vampyre when he heard it, "I love you. Ok. Bye," hanging up and ending the message felt bitter, but he had to, grabbing the duvet that still smelled of Eden, pressing his face in to it. His shoulders shaking as he started to cry softly.

When and how he had fallen asleep he wasn't sure, but he was awakened by a servant later on the day than when he usually got up. He went to have a shower, combing back his hair and getting dressed. Food had been prepared for him, but he felt no hunger, only managing to eat a few bites as he sat in the dining room.

Finishing up his rather late breakfast he opted to just get a headstart on his school work. He had been so distracted yesterday and if Kurtis came by later then he just needed to finish at least a couple of essays and turn in some papers way before time. Besides that, he still wanted to get away for the weekend, so making preparations for that was also in his mind.
He moved up to his study, getting straight in to work as that was something that had always helped his racing mind.

The servant entering made him frown. He sighed as the message was quite clear, checking his phone to see multiple unanswered calls. Fuck, it had been on silent because of his studies. He flicked it open, thanking the servant before dialing the vampyre's number.
"Hey, sorry, my phone was on silent - studying isn't easy when lawyers and other people blow up your phone," he started out apologizing, leaning back in his seat, pinching the bridge of his nose. Gritting his teeth a little he still felt rather bitter when his cheek was hurting and he truly just longed to have Eden right in the room with him.

He sighed, being silent for a while he finally thought he had found the right words. He explained how he had come to Kareema asking for the pictures that she had burnt. How things had escalated so fast and then all of a sudden she had stricken him. "The doctor has stitched me up .. But you might see the lines once its healed," he admitted, holding his breath as he wasn't sure how the vampyre would react. Regardless he would tell how they had yelled at one another after the phone call yesterday. How both of them had yelled vile things at one another, but mostly how hurt he felt right now. "I'm sorry," he apologized to him.

"I just didn't want to start your trip out like this," he admitted. Even if he had been right to be angry, he also felt like he had stepped over the line as to keeping the peace here at home. He could hear him sigh, the words he spoke made him feel a bit of heart ache. "Close your eyes," he said, and if Eden objected he shushed him, "just do it."
Romeo moved over to sit on their bed, laying down on the covers that still smelled of them. "Imagine .. That I'm laying in your hotel bed," he said, breathing out in a relaxed sigh. "I'm watching you .. Touching the linen of the bed .. Wondering how much we'll ruin it together," he felt his breath hiccup slightly in his throat. He closed his eyes himself, his hand moving down to cup the pressing issue in his pants, groaning softly. "You turn to look at me .. I'm already touching myself .. But you know I'm only giving you a show, because we have to behave."

Romeo smiled at the question, pressing his head a little back against the pillow of the bed, biting his lower lip as he hummed in agreement. "Y-yeah," he muttered, his voice already a little lower, his breath a little hasty, hoping Eden could hear it through the phone. "I can still hear the rasp in your voice from yesterday," he muttered, gritting his teeth as he hissed at himself for riling himself up so much. "I already miss you." And that was meant in more ways than one. Him and Eden were, to be fair, a very active couple. Perhaps because the lycan was so young and still full of hormones, but if you asked him he would deny that claim and say it was simply his need to be with the vampyre.

Fuck, he had to describe it too? Well of course he had but it was kind of hard to wrap his mind around it. And yet, he wanted to do it. For Eden. "I'm slowly opening my pants," he muttered, moving the phone down so he could hear the zipper and the shuffle of clothing before returning it to his ear. Gritting his teeth he spoke again, "I'm thinking of you .. Your hands .. Your lips .. Your mouth," he spoke in a hushed whisper as he moaned softly. Cupping himself over his underwear he was almost disappointed that it wasn't the vampyre's touch. However it would be enough as long as he could hear his voice. "Cazzo, Eden, I'm too hard."

"Yeah," he breathed out, hell even thinking of that made him that more needy. "Check your luggage," he moaned softly, smiling a little as he knew it was perhaps an odd request, but he had gotten a servant to pack something for the vampyre. "Front pocket, in the bag," he moved his hand under his underwear, whimpering slightly as he waited for Eden to look. In the bag he would find one of Romeo's shirt, pre-worn and smelling quite strongly of him.

He kept touching himself, wondering what the vampyre would think of his small gift. He knew it wasn't much, but he also hadn't wanted it to be discovered or have any value to anyone but Eden. The question made him chuckle, "I can't be there, but now you can touch yourself and smell me," it was better than nothing, right? Or had it been too silly? The vampyre urged him to continue pleasing himself and so he did, grabbing around himself, giving his member a few jerks, mostly just to keep hard. However the suggestion of something molded made his cheeks flare up. "W-well," he choked back a moan, gritting his teeth as his member twitched slightly, "I guess that depends on what you had in mind."

What he had in mind? Oh if he could have his way he would have every part of Eden remade but there was one pressing part that he felt he needed right now. "You know which part," he replied softly, touching himself a little firmer; Perhaps Eden could her that as well? "The part of you that stretches me to my limit .. Ah," he was panting slightly, moaning with need as he knew Eden loved hearing how vocal he could be. "Mio Eden," he moaned for him.

"On days like these I don't think I'd ever stop using it," he confessed, moaning sweetly as it was truly something he would've used if Eden wasn't there with him physically. "But I suppose .. It would never measure up .. Ah .. To having you here," biting his lip he moved around a bit, laying on his side, reaching down to tease his own entrance as he started sounding more vulnerable. More like how Eden made him sound, and yet it was like he couldn't sound exactly like it without him. "But perhaps I might get greedy; I'd want replicas of your fingers, your mouth, as much of you as I can."

He could hear that the vampyre had finally given in and started to touch himself. He felt proud that he could drive the otherwise professional businessman to his limits like this. "I just want you," he whined, gasping softly as he pressed a second finger in, keeping up with jerking himself as well. "I only want my husband," he moaned, having to whimper a bit as he found a tempo that made all parts of him sing.