( 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.
[As Hao's back arches, Hyunsu's gaze drifts downwards to admire his the shape of Hao's shoulders and collarbone. This is the first time he's been fully awake with Hao since their first encounter in Otherworld, and that was different. Hyunsu didn't really understand what Hao wanted or why. He was convinced Hao was messing with him for fun. And maybe he was doing that, who knows. It's not really important now, because since then Hao has become a fixture in Hyunsu's life and and both sides of him have accepted that.
Even now the monster can feel the syrupy affection the human part of him has for the boy in his lap. He'd like to call it stupid to feel that way, but he can't at this point because somehow it makes this better. It's easier to enjoy Hao's body and the way it moves, the way it feels in his hands. For once there is absolutely no resistance to Hyunsu's desire.
When Hao sasses him--because of course he would do that, wouldn't he? Hao never shows fear--the corner of Hyunsu's mouth quirks up and he hums thoughtfully, his hands lazily moving from Hao's ass back to his waist.]
Is that what you are? [His hands wander higher, up his ribcage, then to his chest where he finally pauses to tease Hao's nipples with his thumbs.] In distress?
[He doesn't sound convinced. That's not the energy he's getting from Hao right now. Apprehension, maybe, but no fear or terror or disgust. If anything Hao seems excited.
Then Hao grabs his chin and forces Hyunsu to stop ogling him so he can look into Hao's narrowing, skeptical eyes as Hao goads him and Hyunsu releases an exasperated huff of breath, as though Hao is being unbelievably silly to say something like that.]
Why would I do that? I'm Hyunsu too.
[He says it like it should be obvious, even though it's something he rarely acknowledges, even to himself. But, really, of course he wants to fuck him. Why else would he be here?]
( hao almost protests when hyunsu's hands slide up to grip his waist (almost) because that means that he isn't grabbing his ass, which probably also means that he's not getting hyunsu's fingers inside him yet, and actually his life is so hard, almost as hard as his dick —
he lets out a huffy sigh as his fingertips trace up his ribs, as hyunsu — the monster — taunts him, the pads of his thumbs slowly brushing over his already-peaked nipples making his stomach contract, squirming a little beneath his touch, toes curling in the confines of his knee-high socks and digging into the mattress. hao's no god damn damsel, but he can certainly play the part of one, believable if only because he is affected, no matter how cool he tries to play it when he grips hyunsu's chin and gazes down at him with narrowed eyes.
the facade seems to crumble in milliseconds the moment the monster answers hao's smartass remark with a bold matter-of-factness, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. it's embarrassing, the way he can't seem to mask his surprise, cheeks flushed from something other than horniness for once. he knows that hyunsu likes him, wants him, would probably do anything hao asked, but from the monster? he expects a fight, a little more push and pull like that first night in the club, taunting and goading, but. no, the monster wants him, too because he is hyunsu. he's been hyunsu for all of these months, cuddling in hao's bed, getting elbowed at the arcade, hao's teeth grazing the back of his neck in a private room in the back halls of otherworld.
it's not often that hao's left speechless and at a loss for words, the king of yapping defeated, but there's something about the monster that makes him want to shut himself the fuck up. he opens his mouth like he might say some shit, but instead, his hands slide to cup hyunsu's face and he leans down to kiss him, a deep, slow, greedy thing, burying his newfound shyness against his mouth and murmuring between presses of lips: ) Then what are you waiting for?
[Hyunsu doesn't fight the way Hao grips his chin and forces him to keep eye contact. He's enjoying it. He always likes when Hao is demanding and rough, and at the moment he has no desire to look away, not with the way Hao's expression is changing from huffy and smug to something else. Hyunsu watches with an open fascination that borders on predatory. Hao seems confused, almost to the point of shyness.
It's cute. The monster doesn't think many things are cute, but Hao being flustered and trying to hide it, even as he squirms in Hyunsu's lap is definitely an exception. When Hao kisses him, he kisses back easily, just as greedy as Hao is about it. There's something raw and possessive about the way the monster kisses him, almost like he wants to consume him.
He settles for trailing kisses and bites down Hao's jawline and neck as he slides his hands back down Hao's body. It takes him a moment to respond to Hao's taunting because he's more interested in using his mouth to leave a mark just below Hao's ear than he is in talking.
But of course, eventually he relents.]
Hm. [He purrs against Hao's neck.] You seem really eager to have my fingers inside you. [He sounds amused, though even as he says it he's shifting his weight, wrapping one arm around Hao to keep him close as he reaches over to the night stand grab the lube.] Maybe I just want to hear you beg.
[Or, well, probably not beg. Hao's more the type to demand. But that's just as good, as far as Hyunsu is concerned.]
( fuck the monster for being too good at distracting him, fingers curling into the collar of hyunsu's shirt and probably stretching it out as he tips his chin back, eyes fluttering closed and a small whimper leaving him as those plush lips trail up along his jaw, points of his teeth barely indenting against his skin as he sucks a mark there. he's obsessed with how pliant hyunsu gets when hao touches him just right, murmurs evil little things against his mouth in between kisses that he just knows will affect him. the monster is —
not that. there's something about how naked he is compared to hyunsu, too, that makes the scales of their dynamic tip a little bit more in the monster's favor. hao's not used to getting so easily flustered like he kind of sort of definitely is right now, but he's definitely not going down without a fight, even if his eyes are fluttering closed, overwhelmed by the heady feeling of hyunsu's voice low beside his ear, his breath hot against his neck as his mouth trails lower again. )
Mmm, ( he hums, faux thoughtful. ) I think you know what I want even more than your fingers, though.
( a wicked grin creeps onto hao's face as hyunsu's grip tightens around his waist so he can reach towards hao's bedside table, because he knows that he's getting what he wants and he knows that he's getting it soon. with a huff of a laugh, he presses a chaste little kiss against hyunsu's mouth, sneaking a hand between them to curve his palm over the outline of his cock through his pants, hips flexing forward a little instinctively so he can press himself against the back of his hand, too, feeling the damp spot darkening the fabric of his underwear, skirt flipped up in the front from all of hao's needy grinding down against hyunsu's lap. )
You've wanted the same thing as me since the second I opened the door.
( a smile, saccharine sweet as hao lets his fingers trace idly over his length, tempting, tempting. )
[It's not that the monster is unaffected by Hao's attention, because he is and in some ways it almost looks similar to the way his human self responds. The little shuddered breath he releases when Hao cups his cock looks the same no matter what side of his consciousness happens to be dominating. But there are marked differences, too. The sound he makes, for instance, is closer to a growl than a moan. And the expression that lights his face as he looks down between their bodies to watch Hao's hand tease his cock isn't so flustered and shy. It's more openly appreciative. Maybe even a little devious.
He bites his lip, seemingly entranced by the way Hao's fingers are teasing his cock through his pants and the movement of Hao's hips as he shifts his hips forward to tease him, but he lifts his gaze back to Hao's face when he speaks.]
Yeah. That's true. [He sounds amused. Pleased. He's not interested in denying that he wants what he wants, but he does enjoy that Hao likes to push back and challenge him. It's part of the fun. It makes him want him more.] I want a lot of things, though.
[For instance, as cute as Hao's lacy pink panties are, Hyunsu would like them gone. They're so flimsy it really doesn't take much strength for him to pull the elastic taut and snap it with his fingers, effectively ripping the panties from Hao's hips.
He leans in to kiss him again as he pops open the cap of the lube.]
You said you already started, right? [He murmurs against his lips as he starts slicking his fingers.] Let's see how far you got.
[And that's all the warning Hao gets before Hyunsu is pressing a finger inside of him. He's not as gentle as the human part of him normally is, but he's not as rough as he could be either. Instead, he's slow--teasing--watching for Hao's every reaction with an avid sort of fascination in his bright blue eyes.]
( if hao wasn't so stubborn, so insistent on being a brat and pushing back especially with the monster underneath him right now — he thinks that the feeling, the sound of the thin lace of his panties shredding as hyunsu tears them right off of his body would make him nut on the spot. instead, he inhales sharply, hand on hyunsu's dick forgotten so he can loop his arms around his neck, curl his fingers tightly into his shirt, bunching it up. lips catch his in a kiss that leaves hao groaning, far too aware now of how fucking hard he is now that his cock is trapped between the soft fabric of hyunsu's shirt and the stiff pleats of his skirt.
some horny, pavlovian part of hao's brain sends a pang of desire low in his belly at the mere sound of the cap flipping open, the low murmur of hyusu's voice against his lips amplifying it by a billion. you said you already started, right? the monster asks (goads), and hao opens his mouth to say something snarky, probably, but then —
hyunsu's pressing a finger inside of him and he goes absolutely brain dead, only capable of a high, breathy: ) Fuck—
( hao did already start earlier, but — he wasn't just bullshitting and playing flirty and coy when he said that his own fingers just aren't as good, because they don't ... no, they can't go as deep as hyunsu's already does, teeth catching his lip as he bites back a moan when hyunsu starts to fuck into him with little warning. apparently he didn't get as far as he thought considering the burn of the stretch, but he wills himself to relax, arching his back a little, already wanting more. )
[oh. oh. What else does he want? That. More of that.
Hyunsu--this part of him, the monster--thought he knew what to expect. He retains more of his human memories now than he used to, and he knows what Hao looks like in the throes of passion. His human self has seen him needy and desperate before.
But still, this seems different. To experience it like this, to see Hao react, to hear the change in his voice as he curses, to feel the way his body moves. The way his back arches, pressing his hardened cock against Hyunsu's belly. It's even better than he expected. Hyunsu's eyes widen and his own breath catches as he watches Hao bite his lip and moan. All for Hyunsu.
He's so mesmerized for a moment that he almost doesn't catch the question. The sound of Hao's voice, the breathy neediness in it, is too distracting at first. He can't stop himself from leaning in and kissing and biting at Hao's neck]
Do you want me to tell you or show you? [He murmurs against Hao's skin as his brain finally catches up to the question he asked.
He doesn't wait for an answer, though. He's already trailing kisses down to Hao's collarbone and then to his chest, finding one of his nipples with his tongue as he presses his finger deeper inside him, working to stretch him. And also, maybe, trying to drive him a little crazy, just to see if he can.]
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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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Even now the monster can feel the syrupy affection the human part of him has for the boy in his lap. He'd like to call it stupid to feel that way, but he can't at this point because somehow it makes this better. It's easier to enjoy Hao's body and the way it moves, the way it feels in his hands. For once there is absolutely no resistance to Hyunsu's desire.
When Hao sasses him--because of course he would do that, wouldn't he? Hao never shows fear--the corner of Hyunsu's mouth quirks up and he hums thoughtfully, his hands lazily moving from Hao's ass back to his waist.]
Is that what you are? [His hands wander higher, up his ribcage, then to his chest where he finally pauses to tease Hao's nipples with his thumbs.] In distress?
[He doesn't sound convinced. That's not the energy he's getting from Hao right now. Apprehension, maybe, but no fear or terror or disgust. If anything Hao seems excited.
Then Hao grabs his chin and forces Hyunsu to stop ogling him so he can look into Hao's narrowing, skeptical eyes as Hao goads him and Hyunsu releases an exasperated huff of breath, as though Hao is being unbelievably silly to say something like that.]
Why would I do that? I'm Hyunsu too.
[He says it like it should be obvious, even though it's something he rarely acknowledges, even to himself. But, really, of course he wants to fuck him. Why else would he be here?]
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he lets out a huffy sigh as his fingertips trace up his ribs, as hyunsu — the monster — taunts him, the pads of his thumbs slowly brushing over his already-peaked nipples making his stomach contract, squirming a little beneath his touch, toes curling in the confines of his knee-high socks and digging into the mattress. hao's no god damn damsel, but he can certainly play the part of one, believable if only because he is affected, no matter how cool he tries to play it when he grips hyunsu's chin and gazes down at him with narrowed eyes.
the facade seems to crumble in milliseconds the moment the monster answers hao's smartass remark with a bold matter-of-factness, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. it's embarrassing, the way he can't seem to mask his surprise, cheeks flushed from something other than horniness for once. he knows that hyunsu likes him, wants him, would probably do anything hao asked, but from the monster? he expects a fight, a little more push and pull like that first night in the club, taunting and goading, but. no, the monster wants him, too because he is hyunsu. he's been hyunsu for all of these months, cuddling in hao's bed, getting elbowed at the arcade, hao's teeth grazing the back of his neck in a private room in the back halls of otherworld.
it's not often that hao's left speechless and at a loss for words, the king of yapping defeated, but there's something about the monster that makes him want to shut himself the fuck up. he opens his mouth like he might say some shit, but instead, his hands slide to cup hyunsu's face and he leans down to kiss him, a deep, slow, greedy thing, burying his newfound shyness against his mouth and murmuring between presses of lips: ) Then what are you waiting for?
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It's cute. The monster doesn't think many things are cute, but Hao being flustered and trying to hide it, even as he squirms in Hyunsu's lap is definitely an exception. When Hao kisses him, he kisses back easily, just as greedy as Hao is about it. There's something raw and possessive about the way the monster kisses him, almost like he wants to consume him.
He settles for trailing kisses and bites down Hao's jawline and neck as he slides his hands back down Hao's body. It takes him a moment to respond to Hao's taunting because he's more interested in using his mouth to leave a mark just below Hao's ear than he is in talking.
But of course, eventually he relents.]
Hm. [He purrs against Hao's neck.] You seem really eager to have my fingers inside you. [He sounds amused, though even as he says it he's shifting his weight, wrapping one arm around Hao to keep him close as he reaches over to the night stand grab the lube.] Maybe I just want to hear you beg.
[Or, well, probably not beg. Hao's more the type to demand. But that's just as good, as far as Hyunsu is concerned.]
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not that. there's something about how naked he is compared to hyunsu, too, that makes the scales of their dynamic tip a little bit more in the monster's favor. hao's not used to getting so easily flustered like he kind of sort of definitely is right now, but he's definitely not going down without a fight, even if his eyes are fluttering closed, overwhelmed by the heady feeling of hyunsu's voice low beside his ear, his breath hot against his neck as his mouth trails lower again. )
Mmm, ( he hums, faux thoughtful. ) I think you know what I want even more than your fingers, though.
( a wicked grin creeps onto hao's face as hyunsu's grip tightens around his waist so he can reach towards hao's bedside table, because he knows that he's getting what he wants and he knows that he's getting it soon. with a huff of a laugh, he presses a chaste little kiss against hyunsu's mouth, sneaking a hand between them to curve his palm over the outline of his cock through his pants, hips flexing forward a little instinctively so he can press himself against the back of his hand, too, feeling the damp spot darkening the fabric of his underwear, skirt flipped up in the front from all of hao's needy grinding down against hyunsu's lap. )
You've wanted the same thing as me since the second I opened the door.
( a smile, saccharine sweet as hao lets his fingers trace idly over his length, tempting, tempting. )
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He bites his lip, seemingly entranced by the way Hao's fingers are teasing his cock through his pants and the movement of Hao's hips as he shifts his hips forward to tease him, but he lifts his gaze back to Hao's face when he speaks.]
Yeah. That's true. [He sounds amused. Pleased. He's not interested in denying that he wants what he wants, but he does enjoy that Hao likes to push back and challenge him. It's part of the fun. It makes him want him more.] I want a lot of things, though.
[For instance, as cute as Hao's lacy pink panties are, Hyunsu would like them gone. They're so flimsy it really doesn't take much strength for him to pull the elastic taut and snap it with his fingers, effectively ripping the panties from Hao's hips.
He leans in to kiss him again as he pops open the cap of the lube.]
You said you already started, right? [He murmurs against his lips as he starts slicking his fingers.] Let's see how far you got.
[And that's all the warning Hao gets before Hyunsu is pressing a finger inside of him. He's not as gentle as the human part of him normally is, but he's not as rough as he could be either. Instead, he's slow--teasing--watching for Hao's every reaction with an avid sort of fascination in his bright blue eyes.]
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some horny, pavlovian part of hao's brain sends a pang of desire low in his belly at the mere sound of the cap flipping open, the low murmur of hyusu's voice against his lips amplifying it by a billion. you said you already started, right? the monster asks (goads), and hao opens his mouth to say something snarky, probably, but then —
hyunsu's pressing a finger inside of him and he goes absolutely brain dead, only capable of a high, breathy: ) Fuck—
( hao did already start earlier, but — he wasn't just bullshitting and playing flirty and coy when he said that his own fingers just aren't as good, because they don't ... no, they can't go as deep as hyunsu's already does, teeth catching his lip as he bites back a moan when hyunsu starts to fuck into him with little warning. apparently he didn't get as far as he thought considering the burn of the stretch, but he wills himself to relax, arching his back a little, already wanting more. )
What — nnn — what else do you want, huh?
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Hyunsu--this part of him, the monster--thought he knew what to expect. He retains more of his human memories now than he used to, and he knows what Hao looks like in the throes of passion. His human self has seen him needy and desperate before.
But still, this seems different. To experience it like this, to see Hao react, to hear the change in his voice as he curses, to feel the way his body moves. The way his back arches, pressing his hardened cock against Hyunsu's belly. It's even better than he expected. Hyunsu's eyes widen and his own breath catches as he watches Hao bite his lip and moan. All for Hyunsu.
He's so mesmerized for a moment that he almost doesn't catch the question. The sound of Hao's voice, the breathy neediness in it, is too distracting at first. He can't stop himself from leaning in and kissing and biting at Hao's neck]
Do you want me to tell you or show you? [He murmurs against Hao's skin as his brain finally catches up to the question he asked.
He doesn't wait for an answer, though. He's already trailing kisses down to Hao's collarbone and then to his chest, finding one of his nipples with his tongue as he presses his finger deeper inside him, working to stretch him. And also, maybe, trying to drive him a little crazy, just to see if he can.]