[Hyunsu shows up after dinner, just as promised. He is, in fact, promptly on time. Curiosity had been nagging at him since Hao texted him, so there was absolutely no way he was going to be late.
He knocks on Hao's door exactly one hour after dinner and waits for his surprise.]
( said surprise was a surprise for hao, too, when he flipped through the hangers in his closet this morning and saw, tucked between a pair of jeans and his favorite sweatpants ... a skirt. a black and white pleated mini skirt. weird shit shows up in his closet all the time, usually to fit the theme of whatever the house's next party's gonna be (throwback thursday to a certain yeehaw halloween costume), but — hm. never anything like that.
he ignored it at the time, but almost his whole time at the salon is spent thinking about that stupid little skirt. thinking ... about how it looks a lot like ones he's seen eunyu wearing. and about how much hyunsu likes eunyu. it nags at him and nags at him and by the time he gets done and back to his room, his mind's made up and he texts hyunsu.
the thing is — it doesn't look bad. he has an oversized white sweater tucked into the thick waistband, and his socks are pulled up his shins, and his hair is freshly cotton-candy pink, dark roots gone at last after months of neglect. he's staring at himself in the mirror, fiddling with the hem of the pleats, tugging it down a little as though it'll make a difference to the amount of thigh he's showing off, when hyunsu knocks at his door.
shit. okay. he looks hot. he knows he looks hot, and hao hopes that hyunsu thinks so, too. he takes a deep, steadying breath before opening the door, smiling sheepishly, socked toes fidgeting against the carpet. )
Hyunsu wasn't sure what to expect after Hao texted him. Hao is always a little chaotic so it's difficult to predict him, and Hyunsu has kind of accepted that. But he is pretty sure that Hao in a skirt would have been the last thing he was expecting, had he been expecting anything.
He blinks once. Twice. He feels his mouth go dry and his throat constrict. He watches Hao fidget in his skirt with his pristine, fresh pale pink hair and... Why is it hot? Why is he starting to get turned on just looking at him? Ten minutes ago he would not have thought that he'd care that much about seeing Hao in a mini skirt, but he would have been wrong. He steps inside quickly and closes the door behind him, his cheeks flaming.]
Hi.
[He finally manages to find a word. Just one word. He's clearly flustered. His voice sounds a little rough and he can't stop staring. Sorry, Hao, your boyfriend is too stunned to speak.]
( hao thought hyunsu would like his surprise — well, he really fucking hoped so — it still doesn't prepare him for what it's like for hyunsu to actually look at him. the way his eyes drop to where hao's fingers still curl into the pleats of his skirt and linger, the way that his adam's apple bobs when he swallows, the hasty way that hyunsu nearly slams the door behind him — it's all enough to send a wave of desire crashing over him, low in his belly.
what a thing it is to feel wanted — so obvious in the lower timbre of hyunsu's voice, the fact that he can't stop staring. it's a heady thing, powerful, even, and it makes hao's confidence bloom even more, letting his hand drop to his side. he has half a mind to grab hyunsu's chin and force him to look hao in the eye, but when hao looks down again, gets a glimpse of his thighs peeking out from beneath the pleats, he maybe finally gets it.
still smiling, bolder by the minute, he grabs hold of one of hyunsu's wrists until he can guide it to settle against his slender waist beneath his tucked-in sweater, right on top of the thick waistband. )
Is that all you have to say? ( coyly. knowingly. )
[Hyunsu doesn't object when Hao grabs his wrist, letting him guide his hand. Feeling Hao's waist under his palm actually snaps Hyunsu out of it a little. Right. Right. Hao is his boyfriend. Hao is his. He's allowed to touch him, Hao likes it when Hyunsu touches him.
It's almost surreal to think that Hao did this for him. He's still not used to people taking him into consideration and thinking about what he might want or enjoy. It's exciting, he thinks. He likes it. He finally (sort of) finds his voice at Hao's teasing question.]
No. [He uses the hand Hao placed on his waist to pull Hao more into his space, perhaps a little more insistently than he normally would.] Maybe. I don't know.
[Okay, so he's still not entirely coherent but at least he's speaking. He lifts his other hand to run it through Hao's freshly dyed hair.] You look good.
( hao can't help but laugh, a giddy little thing tinged with what can surely only be pure evil, considering the wicked grin he wears almost as well as his skirt. his arms drape loosely around hyunsu's neck, feeling a little jolt of pleasure in his gut when he's pulled flush against him.
he's absolutely basking in the attention, lowkey highkey obsessed with the fact that he's rendered hyunsu a little tongue tied. who knew that some bleach and a little hair dye could do all this? hao tips his head a little into hyunsu's hand, probably not so subtly flexing his hips forward, hint hint. )
Thanks. ( cue a sparkling grin, as always. ) Think I'd look good on your lap, too?
[Just a few months ago Hyunsu might have found that evil, impish grin strangely infuriating. But not any more. Now he feels a burst of warm, fond amusement in his chest. Affection. Hao's excitement and obvious delight are cute. Endearing, even.
Hyunsu dips his head to kiss Hao's neck, hiding the smile that's pulling at the corner of his lips. His hands trail up Hao's back and then down again to palm his ass through the fabric of his skirt. And at Hao's coy, sassy question Hyunsu can't help but huff softly, a mingling of amusement, exasperation and desire. An odd mixture of emotions that Hao seems to have a talent for inspiring in him.]
Yeah.
[That's all he says and it's the only warning Hao gets before Hyunsu leans down a little to grasp Hao's thighs and lifting him up, urging him to wrap his legs around his waist, so he can carry him to the bed. It's an obvious show of strength, because he's come to realize that Hao likes that he's strong, but he's also, maybe, feeling a little impatient.]
( hyunsu's mouth is warm and wet against his skin, makes hao breathe out a shaky huff of a laugh as he tightens his arms around his neck, chin tipping up to give him more access to his neck. he doesn't know why, but it surprises him when those hands slide down to grab his ass, jolting a little in his grip, hips flexing forward, grinning like an absolute dummy.
he thinks that maybe it's just that it's because it's hyunsu initiating these needy touches — and, yeah, hao definitely goaded him into it (case in point: the skirt that hyunsu is groping him through), but it's like ... he's trained his big, sexy puppy so well. truly, it could bring a tear to his eye. instead, it brings out a low groan, lips pressed together to contain the sound.
before he knows it, hyunsu's hands grip his thighs and his stomach swoops as he's picked up like he weighs absolutely nothing, breathless as he wraps his legs around his waist, crossing at the ankles at the small of hyunsu's back. ) Holy shit, ( hao exhales with a laugh, nuzzling his nose against his hair as he's carried to the bed. a wicked thought pops into his head and before he can even think about it, he's practically purring: ) You must really want me, oppa.
( sure, hao isn't even fluent in mandarin like his parents are, so he definitely doesn't speak korean, but — he's watched kdramas before, okay? why not lean into the full fantasy, see what it does to hyunsu? )
[Hyunsu's breath stutters in surprise at Hao's use of oppa. Not even Eunyu calls him that, and it would actually be appropriate for her to do it. Hao doing it is well...maybe not entirely correct from Hyunsu's cultural standpoint, but there's still something about it. Something about the way he purrs against Hyunsu's ear while nuzzling his hair that's somehow both cute and wicked. Exciting. Kinky might be the best word for it. It intensifies the desire already pooling in his belly causing him to squeeze Hao's thighs just a little tighter, but he manages to keep his footing as he finishes crossing the room to the bed.
His cock is already starting to strain against his jeans as he takes a seat on the bed, and with Hao now straddling his lap Hyunsu is sure he can feel it. It will likely embolden him even more which...Hyunsu really can't be mad about it. He cups Hao's cheek, dragging his thumb over Hao's lower lip, his eyes lingering on the self-satisfied devilish smirk he's wearing.]
You know I do. [He won't try to play coy and hard to get now, there's no point. Not when he's so obviously turned on, his voice thick with arousal. He pulls his gaze from Hao's lips to his eyes.] What do you want me to do to you?
( hao settles on hyunsu's lap with ease, knees bracketing his thighs and arms still draped loosely around his neck, and when he sits — yeah, he can feel his dick through his jeans, which maybe actually makes him feel insane, fingers bunching into the back of his shirt collar. and — with his thumb brushing so sweetly over hao's lip, he's suddenly acutely aware of the fact that they haven't even really kissed yet, and hyunsu's already starting to get hard, which maybe definitely makes him even more insane.
he's practically drunk on the power, especially when hyunsu meets his gaze with those big, pretty puppy eyes, fingers drifting up to card idly through the hair at the nape of his neck. all of a sudden, it kind of — hits him like a truck, how much he fucking likes hyunsu, how far past his silly little puppy love infatuation phase he is. it doesn't usually happen, if he's honest, growing bored as hell shortly after getting what (read: who) he wants. hao swallows hard like he might swallow down the feeling, all soft and mushy and gooey and warm, muddled with the desire that flashes white hot in his belly when hyunsu asks his question. )
Well, ( hao sighs, tipping his head as he looks down at him. ) First, I want you to kiss me, and second, I wanna grind on you till you're begging me to let you fuck me.
( hot. fuck. it's such a hot mental image. he leans in, his warm cheek brushing against hyunsu's ever so gently as he murmurs in his ear, like it's a secret, like someone might overhear them in the confines of hao's bedroom: ) I was thinking about you in the shower before — I started working myself open for you, but your fingers are so much bigger, I just know they'd feel better.
[Hyunsu watches Hao's face as he works through whatever thoughts are going through his head, he watches his adam's apple bob as he swallows. Hyunsu finds that he doesn't want to look away from him. He also doesn't want to stop touching him. The fingers of one of his hands is tracing the line of Hao's jaw down to his neck while his other hand works to pull Hao's shirt up enough that he can slip it beneath the hem and feel his skin.
But then Hao is answering his question and whispering in his ear and Hyunsu feels his breath catch again as he's hit with a spike of arousal so intense it makes him lightheaded. His fingers find their way into Hao's hair again, as he leans into him turning to press his forehead against Hao's temple, his mind swimming with images of Hao fingering himself in the shower.]
Fuck. [He murmurs helplessly before turning Hao's face to him so he can kiss him on the mouth just like he asked. It's a slow, hungry kiss. Openly needy and wanton. He doesn't bother to hold back, because Hao has given him permission to be like this. He wants to be wanted as much as Hyunsu does.]
( hyunsu's palm is cold against his skin when it slips beneath his tucked in sweater, goosebumps rising and making him shudder as hyunsu practically nuzzles against him, and — fuck, when did hao get so hot? like, literally hot, skin flushed beneath his clothes. probably from the moment hyunsu stared at him slack-jawed, flushing a little beneath his gaze.
fuck, indeed.
hao's self-satisfied smirk is quickly wiped away by hyunsu's mouth on his, already kissing him with the kind of blatant neediness that hao absolutely lives for. ) Yeah, ( he sighs, way, way belatedly against his mouth in between slow, languid slides of their lips. hyunsu's always so pliant beneath him, so eager and willing, and hao wants him in a way that defies all logic and reason, wishing he could, like, crawl inside of him and just be.
it's normal. he likes him a normal amount. even if he can't really get much closer, physically, to him — hao sure can try, winding his arms tightly around his neck, a hand reaching up to paw needily through his hair, torso flush against hyunsu's, and — fuck it, his knees part a little on the bed, letting him start to bear his weight down on hyunsu's lap, grinding against his hardening cock, and. maybe hao's starting to fill out his tight little underwear, too, skirt riding up his torso as he whimpers needily through a kiss. )
[It's so easy for Hyunsu to lose himself in this. In the meeting of their lips and the way Hao's tongue feels sliding against his. In the tickle of Hao's breath when he sighs. In the way their bodies fit together when Hao presses himself closer, clinging to him as the kiss deepens. He didn't realize when he gave himself to Hao on Christmas how it would awaken something in him. Something needy and hungry that Hao always seems happy to indulge and encourage.
He rucks Hao's sweater up further, tracing his spine with his fingers, suddenly starving for any kind of skin on skin contact, but Hao grinding down in his lap makes his breath stutter, distracting Hyunsu from the lazy exploration of his back. He drops his hands to Hao's waist to hold him there, his fingers digging into Hao's flesh as he rolls his hips, grinding back against him in response.
He breaks the kiss, but only because he needs to breathe. And maybe so he can look at Hao's face as they grind against each other, even if it's only a few seconds before Hyunsu leans in again to trail kisses along Hao's jawline, down to his neck.]
I want the sweater off.
[It's more of a request than a demand, but he's burning with the desire to touch more of him. The skirt stays on, though. Obviously.]
( it's an absolute fucking sensory overload — hyunsu's big palms exploring his bare skin beneath his sweater, cheeks flush as they kiss even deeper, a little dirty and sloppy and desperate, sucking on hyunsu's lower lip in a way that he knows will leave him all pink and kiss-swollen. even the wet sounds between each slide of their lips are making him crazy (crazier, actually), fingers curling into the dark strands of hyunsu's hair.
fuck, those big fucking hands sliding down to grab his hips is hot as fuck, especially once he feels hyunsu's hips shifting when hao grinds down on him, the friction between his stupid underwear and hyunsu's jeans maddening and delicious. he barely reacts when hyunsu breaks the kiss, too goddamn lost in the sauce of rolling his hips against hyunsu's lap, eyes still fluttered closed and brow just barely furrowed in concentration, panting softly, thinking about how he'll cant his hips forward a little more when his cock sinks inside of him and —
the request breaks hao out of his spell just enough to breathe out a silly little huff of a laugh. oh, right. this was supposed to be hyunsu's present. it is very endearing, considering that hyunsu's usually just one to do as he's told. since he's being such a good boy, hao sits back enough to be able to pull his sweater, newly untucked, up and over his head, tossing it carelessly to the floor, but not before stopping halfway to smile sweetly (read: evilly) down at him, practically purring: ) Anything oppa wants.
( anything that hao lets oppa want, maybe. hao wants, too, and he doesn't hesitate to take it; he reaches for hyunsu's hands and guides them lower, half on the pleats of his skirt, half on the bare skin of his ass peeking out from his tiny pink underwear where his skirt's ridden up. ) If you wanna help me finish what I started before, there's lube on the nightstand.
( as though he knew this would happen! wow, imagine that. with that, hao loops his arms around hyunsu's neck, starting to rock his hips again, cheek pressed to cheek and sighing next his ear. )
[Hyunsu's gaze drops to where Hao places his hand and he can't help but release a soft huff of air at the sight of Hao's ass peeking out from under the skirt, the way it seems to fit so perfectly in his hands. He swallows hard, almost overwhelmed by the intense spike of arousal that follows.
He does want, he realizes. He wants so much it's making him feel a little insane. He wants Hao to ride him until he's begging Hao to let him come. But he also wants to explore Hao's body with his mouth. He wants to feel Hao pinned, squirming, beneath him, his wicked smile wiped from his face and replaced with something else. Something raw and primal. He wants all of it so badly that it awakens another part of him. The part of him that originally manifested purely from unspoken desires.
The monster wakes and Hyunsu can feel both halves of himself start to come into alignment, and this one time he decides to let it happen. If there's one thing both the monster and the human seem to be able to agree on, it's Hao.
When Hao offers to let Hyunsu finish what he started and points out the lube on the nightstand, Hyunsu glances in that direction as his lips quirk upward slightly.]
Hoh? [There's a subtle shift in his tone, now slightly more cocky than before. He squeezes Hao's ass firmly, letting him feel the strength in his hands, as he turns back to murmur smugly in Hao's ear.] Wasn't I supposed to beg for that?
( it's probably strange, the way that hao can just sense that something's changed, even with his eyes closed, panting softly, cheek rubbing against hyunsu's like a cat as he rocks his hips against him. it's like the entire energy in the room shifts; hyunsu's posture straightens just so, and when he squeezes hao's ass —
it sends a small shiver through him, back arching to press back needily against his palms. hyunsu's usually a little more reserved, needing hao's horny gremlin guidance to reassure him that yes, please, he can be rougher with him 'cause he's not gonna break, but this? feels different.
sounds different, too, self-assured, a little cocky as he teases him. with a small, dismissive scoff that's at odds with the way his heart's racing and his cheeks are flushing, he tips his head back and sees — blue. bright, inhuman blue. the realization hits him like a truck, makes his stomach clench with some delicious little mix of fear and nervousness and straight up desire. he's taken right back to otherworld, bare knees on the floors sticky from spilled alcohol, that sharp faze fixed downwards on hao's parted lips, the flat of his tongue peeking out. he's back to the ballroom, too, dozens of feather-shaped knives ripping through his shirt, through his skin. oh.
hao's shock is still a little tangible, crackling through the air even when he schools his face into something a little more nonchalant. ) Of course you show up when there's a damsel in distress with a hole for you to stick your dick in. ( he narrows his eyes, gripping hyunsu's chin and tipping his head back as though examining him, skeptical. ) There's no point pretending you don't wanna fuck me as badly as Hyunsu does.
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[isn't it nice that he likes to be told what to do?]
do you want me to bring anything?
i forgot — BACKDATED to last week or smth
nope
just urself
i have a surprise 4 u 😌😌😌
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what's the occasion?
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ok but i kinda thought abt it 4 valentines day but im immpatient
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ok.
what time do you want me there?
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like
an hour after dinner so i can get ready 😘
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i'll see you then.
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He knocks on Hao's door exactly one hour after dinner and waits for his surprise.]
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he ignored it at the time, but almost his whole time at the salon is spent thinking about that stupid little skirt. thinking ... about how it looks a lot like ones he's seen eunyu wearing. and about how much hyunsu likes eunyu. it nags at him and nags at him and by the time he gets done and back to his room, his mind's made up and he texts hyunsu.
the thing is — it doesn't look bad. he has an oversized white sweater tucked into the thick waistband, and his socks are pulled up his shins, and his hair is freshly cotton-candy pink, dark roots gone at last after months of neglect. he's staring at himself in the mirror, fiddling with the hem of the pleats, tugging it down a little as though it'll make a difference to the amount of thigh he's showing off, when hyunsu knocks at his door.
shit. okay. he looks hot. he knows he looks hot, and hao hopes that hyunsu thinks so, too. he takes a deep, steadying breath before opening the door, smiling sheepishly, socked toes fidgeting against the carpet. )
Hi.
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holy shit.
holy shit.
Hyunsu wasn't sure what to expect after Hao texted him. Hao is always a little chaotic so it's difficult to predict him, and Hyunsu has kind of accepted that. But he is pretty sure that Hao in a skirt would have been the last thing he was expecting, had he been expecting anything.
He blinks once. Twice. He feels his mouth go dry and his throat constrict. He watches Hao fidget in his skirt with his pristine, fresh pale pink hair and... Why is it hot? Why is he starting to get turned on just looking at him? Ten minutes ago he would not have thought that he'd care that much about seeing Hao in a mini skirt, but he would have been wrong. He steps inside quickly and closes the door behind him, his cheeks flaming.]
Hi.
[He finally manages to find a word. Just one word. He's clearly flustered. His voice sounds a little rough and he can't stop staring. Sorry, Hao, your boyfriend is too stunned to speak.]
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what a thing it is to feel wanted — so obvious in the lower timbre of hyunsu's voice, the fact that he can't stop staring. it's a heady thing, powerful, even, and it makes hao's confidence bloom even more, letting his hand drop to his side. he has half a mind to grab hyunsu's chin and force him to look hao in the eye, but when hao looks down again, gets a glimpse of his thighs peeking out from beneath the pleats, he maybe finally gets it.
still smiling, bolder by the minute, he grabs hold of one of hyunsu's wrists until he can guide it to settle against his slender waist beneath his tucked-in sweater, right on top of the thick waistband. )
Is that all you have to say? ( coyly. knowingly. )
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It's almost surreal to think that Hao did this for him. He's still not used to people taking him into consideration and thinking about what he might want or enjoy. It's exciting, he thinks. He likes it. He finally (sort of) finds his voice at Hao's teasing question.]
No. [He uses the hand Hao placed on his waist to pull Hao more into his space, perhaps a little more insistently than he normally would.] Maybe. I don't know.
[Okay, so he's still not entirely coherent but at least he's speaking. He lifts his other hand to run it through Hao's freshly dyed hair.] You look good.
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he's absolutely basking in the attention, lowkey highkey obsessed with the fact that he's rendered hyunsu a little tongue tied. who knew that some bleach and a little hair dye could do all this? hao tips his head a little into hyunsu's hand, probably not so subtly flexing his hips forward, hint hint. )
Thanks. ( cue a sparkling grin, as always. ) Think I'd look good on your lap, too?
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Hyunsu dips his head to kiss Hao's neck, hiding the smile that's pulling at the corner of his lips. His hands trail up Hao's back and then down again to palm his ass through the fabric of his skirt. And at Hao's coy, sassy question Hyunsu can't help but huff softly, a mingling of amusement, exasperation and desire. An odd mixture of emotions that Hao seems to have a talent for inspiring in him.]
Yeah.
[That's all he says and it's the only warning Hao gets before Hyunsu leans down a little to grasp Hao's thighs and lifting him up, urging him to wrap his legs around his waist, so he can carry him to the bed. It's an obvious show of strength, because he's come to realize that Hao likes that he's strong, but he's also, maybe, feeling a little impatient.]
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he thinks that maybe it's just that it's because it's hyunsu initiating these needy touches — and, yeah, hao definitely goaded him into it (case in point: the skirt that hyunsu is groping him through), but it's like ... he's trained his big, sexy puppy so well. truly, it could bring a tear to his eye. instead, it brings out a low groan, lips pressed together to contain the sound.
before he knows it, hyunsu's hands grip his thighs and his stomach swoops as he's picked up like he weighs absolutely nothing, breathless as he wraps his legs around his waist, crossing at the ankles at the small of hyunsu's back. ) Holy shit, ( hao exhales with a laugh, nuzzling his nose against his hair as he's carried to the bed. a wicked thought pops into his head and before he can even think about it, he's practically purring: ) You must really want me, oppa.
( sure, hao isn't even fluent in mandarin like his parents are, so he definitely doesn't speak korean, but — he's watched kdramas before, okay? why not lean into the full fantasy, see what it does to hyunsu? )
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His cock is already starting to strain against his jeans as he takes a seat on the bed, and with Hao now straddling his lap Hyunsu is sure he can feel it. It will likely embolden him even more which...Hyunsu really can't be mad about it. He cups Hao's cheek, dragging his thumb over Hao's lower lip, his eyes lingering on the self-satisfied devilish smirk he's wearing.]
You know I do. [He won't try to play coy and hard to get now, there's no point. Not when he's so obviously turned on, his voice thick with arousal. He pulls his gaze from Hao's lips to his eyes.] What do you want me to do to you?
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he's practically drunk on the power, especially when hyunsu meets his gaze with those big, pretty puppy eyes, fingers drifting up to card idly through the hair at the nape of his neck. all of a sudden, it kind of — hits him like a truck, how much he fucking likes hyunsu, how far past his silly little puppy love infatuation phase he is. it doesn't usually happen, if he's honest, growing bored as hell shortly after getting what (read: who) he wants. hao swallows hard like he might swallow down the feeling, all soft and mushy and gooey and warm, muddled with the desire that flashes white hot in his belly when hyunsu asks his question. )
Well, ( hao sighs, tipping his head as he looks down at him. ) First, I want you to kiss me, and second, I wanna grind on you till you're begging me to let you fuck me.
( hot. fuck. it's such a hot mental image. he leans in, his warm cheek brushing against hyunsu's ever so gently as he murmurs in his ear, like it's a secret, like someone might overhear them in the confines of hao's bedroom: ) I was thinking about you in the shower before — I started working myself open for you, but your fingers are so much bigger, I just know they'd feel better.
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But then Hao is answering his question and whispering in his ear and Hyunsu feels his breath catch again as he's hit with a spike of arousal so intense it makes him lightheaded. His fingers find their way into Hao's hair again, as he leans into him turning to press his forehead against Hao's temple, his mind swimming with images of Hao fingering himself in the shower.]
Fuck. [He murmurs helplessly before turning Hao's face to him so he can kiss him on the mouth just like he asked. It's a slow, hungry kiss. Openly needy and wanton. He doesn't bother to hold back, because Hao has given him permission to be like this. He wants to be wanted as much as Hyunsu does.]
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fuck, indeed.
hao's self-satisfied smirk is quickly wiped away by hyunsu's mouth on his, already kissing him with the kind of blatant neediness that hao absolutely lives for. ) Yeah, ( he sighs, way, way belatedly against his mouth in between slow, languid slides of their lips. hyunsu's always so pliant beneath him, so eager and willing, and hao wants him in a way that defies all logic and reason, wishing he could, like, crawl inside of him and just be.
it's normal. he likes him a normal amount. even if he can't really get much closer, physically, to him — hao sure can try, winding his arms tightly around his neck, a hand reaching up to paw needily through his hair, torso flush against hyunsu's, and — fuck it, his knees part a little on the bed, letting him start to bear his weight down on hyunsu's lap, grinding against his hardening cock, and. maybe hao's starting to fill out his tight little underwear, too, skirt riding up his torso as he whimpers needily through a kiss. )
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He rucks Hao's sweater up further, tracing his spine with his fingers, suddenly starving for any kind of skin on skin contact, but Hao grinding down in his lap makes his breath stutter, distracting Hyunsu from the lazy exploration of his back. He drops his hands to Hao's waist to hold him there, his fingers digging into Hao's flesh as he rolls his hips, grinding back against him in response.
He breaks the kiss, but only because he needs to breathe. And maybe so he can look at Hao's face as they grind against each other, even if it's only a few seconds before Hyunsu leans in again to trail kisses along Hao's jawline, down to his neck.]
I want the sweater off.
[It's more of a request than a demand, but he's burning with the desire to touch more of him. The skirt stays on, though. Obviously.]
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fuck, those big fucking hands sliding down to grab his hips is hot as fuck, especially once he feels hyunsu's hips shifting when hao grinds down on him, the friction between his stupid underwear and hyunsu's jeans maddening and delicious. he barely reacts when hyunsu breaks the kiss, too goddamn lost in the sauce of rolling his hips against hyunsu's lap, eyes still fluttered closed and brow just barely furrowed in concentration, panting softly, thinking about how he'll cant his hips forward a little more when his cock sinks inside of him and —
the request breaks hao out of his spell just enough to breathe out a silly little huff of a laugh. oh, right. this was supposed to be hyunsu's present. it is very endearing, considering that hyunsu's usually just one to do as he's told. since he's being such a good boy, hao sits back enough to be able to pull his sweater, newly untucked, up and over his head, tossing it carelessly to the floor, but not before stopping halfway to smile sweetly (read: evilly) down at him, practically purring: ) Anything oppa wants.
( anything that hao lets oppa want, maybe. hao wants, too, and he doesn't hesitate to take it; he reaches for hyunsu's hands and guides them lower, half on the pleats of his skirt, half on the bare skin of his ass peeking out from his tiny pink underwear where his skirt's ridden up. ) If you wanna help me finish what I started before, there's lube on the nightstand.
( as though he knew this would happen! wow, imagine that. with that, hao loops his arms around hyunsu's neck, starting to rock his hips again, cheek pressed to cheek and sighing next his ear. )
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He does want, he realizes. He wants so much it's making him feel a little insane. He wants Hao to ride him until he's begging Hao to let him come. But he also wants to explore Hao's body with his mouth. He wants to feel Hao pinned, squirming, beneath him, his wicked smile wiped from his face and replaced with something else. Something raw and primal. He wants all of it so badly that it awakens another part of him. The part of him that originally manifested purely from unspoken desires.
The monster wakes and Hyunsu can feel both halves of himself start to come into alignment, and this one time he decides to let it happen. If there's one thing both the monster and the human seem to be able to agree on, it's Hao.
When Hao offers to let Hyunsu finish what he started and points out the lube on the nightstand, Hyunsu glances in that direction as his lips quirk upward slightly.]
Hoh? [There's a subtle shift in his tone, now slightly more cocky than before. He squeezes Hao's ass firmly, letting him feel the strength in his hands, as he turns back to murmur smugly in Hao's ear.] Wasn't I supposed to beg for that?
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it sends a small shiver through him, back arching to press back needily against his palms. hyunsu's usually a little more reserved, needing hao's horny gremlin guidance to reassure him that yes, please, he can be rougher with him 'cause he's not gonna break, but this? feels different.
sounds different, too, self-assured, a little cocky as he teases him. with a small, dismissive scoff that's at odds with the way his heart's racing and his cheeks are flushing, he tips his head back and sees — blue. bright, inhuman blue. the realization hits him like a truck, makes his stomach clench with some delicious little mix of fear and nervousness and straight up desire. he's taken right back to otherworld, bare knees on the floors sticky from spilled alcohol, that sharp faze fixed downwards on hao's parted lips, the flat of his tongue peeking out. he's back to the ballroom, too, dozens of feather-shaped knives ripping through his shirt, through his skin. oh.
hao's shock is still a little tangible, crackling through the air even when he schools his face into something a little more nonchalant. ) Of course you show up when there's a damsel in distress with a hole for you to stick your dick in. ( he narrows his eyes, gripping hyunsu's chin and tipping his head back as though examining him, skeptical. ) There's no point pretending you don't wanna fuck me as badly as Hyunsu does.
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