There was a few rings before the familiar, smoky voice of Marcus' former boyfriend picked up. A rather cruel laugh could be heard before the man let out a purr. "Oh, so you're finally running back to me, babe? It's been quite a while... Is this suppose to be my belated holiday present? Mm, well... You'll have to do more than call me to convince me to come back. You'll need to prove to me that you're the dirty whore I know you to be." He murmured, his voice rough from his constant smoking, though it had only turned Marcus on more when they were together.
Speaking of, the boy sat in their shared bed, face covered in embarrassment from the mere sound of the other's voice. It was shameful to be called a dirty whore, after all, especially when it wasn't involving sex.