It was supposed to be just another Friday night I hopped online after a work week from hell to chat with you. This was normal, this was our routine. We’d always play a few matches of whatever shooter game you’d been on a kick for a few weeks with and then I’d be awful at it and you’d mess with me until eventually I convinced you I wanted to play something scary.

 “Just share your screen, play something scary for me! You know how much I love watching you play rather than me just dying every turn.” I say, relaxing back in my gaming chair and pulling my mic closer to me in my lap as I watched you load up the latest Outlast.

   “Whatever you say, Em. We could be ranking up in CS right now though.” You retort.

I could sense your reluctance but for me, I knew you’d break a little bit and give me what I want. We were best friends after all. We had met so many years ago online, playing some stupid RPG we phases out of after a while, but our friendship didn’t seem to be going away with it. Now, it was our weekend ritual and I liked that. We talked all the time, texting, complaining, sending stupid voice notes, but we never sent photos.

I suppose it was just one of those things either of us was concerned about. I just enjoyed talking to you and having you as my shoulder to cry on and someone to share good news with and my bad days at work with, too. You knew I had a boyfriend, but several weeks ago I cried to you for a week straight when I found out he was cheating on me.

 This week had been better and he was nearly off my mind, but my sexual frustrations where certainly not. Of course I wanted to game with you and watch you play this, but as you have silly commentary on the opening cut scenes, my mind couldn’t help but wander to the drawer full of toys I had right next to my bed. I shook the thought and laughed at something you said, doing my best to hide my distraction. Your voice sounded slightly deeper today, more appealing when you laughed and when you made comments about fucking some video game character I couldn’t help but feel a little jealous and turned on at the thought of your cock…

(Please reply with a response to the prompt and any questions you have! Kinks and limits are available as well but the major ones for this prompt are mutual masturbation and praise)