( honestly, hao barely waits for hyunsu to pick up the phone before he immediately starts yapping — )
Hi. Are you in your room? It's kind of dumb if you are since I'm in my room and we live in the same fucking house but it's also kind of hot knowing that you're so close to me right now but also, like, not.
( he takes a breath, a hand idly grazing over his stomach beneath his shirt. )
( if hyunsu sounds amused, then hao probably sounds downright giddy, his toothy grin obvious when he speaks again. ) Oh. ( oh. he's so cute. )
I was gonna, like, make you describe to me in great detail what you're wearing so I know what to imagine, but a picture would be way easier, so. Send me one?
( he's gonna burst into flames????? nothing special???????
if hyunsu recognizes hao's lock screen the next time they hang out — shut the fuck up. )
You look comfy. Hold on — ( he breathes out a laugh, holding his phone out so he can snap a picture of his own fit: grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt. ) Why does this house lowkey want us to match?
Thanks, ( hao says instead, even if it kills his soul a little bit. but!! hyunsu thinks he's cute, and that's the most important thing on the planet, possibly. )
The only annoying thing about us wearing similar shit is that if I ever steal your clothes, nobody'll even know that they're yours.
[is it possible to hear a person blush? Because Hyunsu is definitely blushing and Hao can't see that. But something in his voice definitely seems...flustered.]
Should I say thanks or apologize?
[Because that sounded like a compliment but also kind of a complaint.]
( hao laughs, his hand scrubbing over his face like he might somehow be able to brush off how embarrassingly smitten he is. but — nope, he's here, grinning up at his bedroom ceiling like a loser. )
Neither — it's just a fact. A hot fact.
( he sighs, quiet for a moment. )
I think it's why you were making me crazy before — looking like you do, talking about being submissive.
I guess I don't have to be, but when I have...I've liked it.
[He's sort of aware that his experience is pretty limited so far, as well as generally very recent, so he's sort of still figuring things out. It's also very possible he'd be into different things when the monster is dominant. Like, for instance, shamelessly fucking Hao's mouth in the club.]
Mm, ( he hums in acknowledgment, sounding thoughtful and calm as ever even though he's screaming internally. the thought of having this pretty monster boy on his knees in front of him, obedient and waiting for a command —
god, it's enough to make his dick twitch in his sweatpants, and hao's very suddenly reminded how they got here in the first place, what the end goal is. ) Lucky for you, I love telling people what to do. ( idly, his hand reaches down to cup himself through the soft fabric of his pants, thumbing over the head, sighing. ) Touch yourself — over your clothes.
( there's a beat. )
You like being a good boy?
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He flushes, swallowing hard, sliding his hand to fondle his own dick through his sweatpants. Even though Hao can't see him do it, there's something gratifying about doing as he says, knowing that Hao is probably trying to picture it in his mind]
Yeah. [His voice is a little breathless when he speaks, husky.] Yeah, I do.
( he can hear it in hyunsu's voice, the way he breathes out the words, affected — he knows that hyunsu's touching himself like hao told him to, because he's starting to feel the same way, breath hitching a little at the confirmation. good boy. hyunsu likes being a good boy. )
Fuck, ( hao groans, biting his lip as he pictures hyunsu in his dark sweatpants, big hand palming over himself. ) I believe it. You'd look so good on your hands and knees.
( he's already stupidly turned on even after only a little bit of teasing, but hao wants to drag this out a little so he doesn't nut in his pants in five seconds like a virgin, positive that the mental image of hyunsu on his hands and knees could absolutely make it happen without a single jerk of his fist. ) You ever play with your tits before? You should, because your tits are hot. Under your shirt — just your thumb on your nipple. Don't pinch. Go slow — just feel it. ( his own shirt's rucked up above his chest, the pad of his thumb brushing back and forth over his own nipple, squeezing his dick and stifling a moan when he feels precome dampening the fabric of his underwear. ) It feels really good, doesn't it?
[Hyunsu huffs softly, chewing on his bottom lip as he listens to Hao's voice. He wouldn't have expected it, given how chaotic Hao's energy is, but something about having his voice in his ear, guiding him, is comforting as well as exciting.
Hyunsu takes a shaky breath and humming quietly as he switches his phone to speaker.]
Is that what you want? [Because he's realizing he wants to know. He wants to know what Hao wants from him, what he'd like to do. The more he knows the better he can give.] Me on my hands and knees?
[At Hao's command, he pushes his shirt up so he can slide his hand up to touch his chest. He also realizes that, actually no, he never has played with his own tits before. He really hasn't bothered to tease himself much at all. He doesn't usually linger much on it when he masturbates alone, he just jerks off and is done with it.
But now he's doing as Hao tells him, thumbing his own nipple and moaning softly as he thinks about Hao doing the same, and what it would be like to have Hao watch him do this.]
( he's pretty sure that the sound of hyunsu moaning filtering through the speaker of his shitty little brick of an iphone flips a switch in him, sends him plummeting to a very feral place in his mind, swimming with images of hyunsu's hand groping one of his own huge tits, of the broad expanse of hyunsu's back if he was here right now, on his hands and knees in front of him. )
Fuck, I — yeah, that would be hot. You're strong — you'd be able to hold yourself up like that for a long time, wouldn't you? ( its a rhetorical question as hao huffs out a sigh, bed audibly creaking when he lifts his hips up to pull his pants and underwear down to his thighs to free his cock, flushed as pink as his hair.
he glances towards his night stand and then back up at the ceiling, fingers curling around himself, thumbing over the head to smear some precome around. ) So, like, I kinda forgot that I don't have any lube or anything, so I'm gonna improvise. ( he hasn't needed it!! not with koby, anyway, who gets so turned on so fucking quickly that hao can't help but tease him for it. ) I'm gonna put my fingers in my mouth and I want you to do the same thing except think about me, 'cause I know how much much you liked my mouth.
— Oh, and you can start touching yourself, because I'm feeling extra nice.
Yeah, I'm-- [His breath catches and he huffs softly as he thinks about it. He's strong, yes. But he has stamina, too. Endurance.
He finds himself wondering who would tire out first, him or Hao.
Fuck.] Yeah, I could.
[He's still teasing himself like Hao told him to. Palming his own tits, and fondling himself through his pants. His head is swimming, suddenly full feral, horny thoughts of marathon sex with Hao and it takes him a couple of seconds to register that Hao is speaking again.
Lube. Right. Hyunsu doesn't have that either, actually.]
Okay. [That's the breathless response to Hao's new command and all he says before following it. He slides his fingers into his mouth and he's already thinking about Hao so it's really easy to keep doing that.
The monster was in control then night of the resurrection party, but the human part of him remembers it, too. The warmth of Hao's mouth, the way he looked with his lips around Hyunsu's cock, with that infuriating impish expression...
Hyunsu moans loudly around his own fingers, proof positive that he's doing exactly what Hao told him to do. And it's a relief when Hao gives him permission to really touch himself. He shoves his pants down clumsily with only one hand so he can free his swollen cock and grasp it properly, thumbing at the tip.
His fingers are still in his mouth so he can't say anything, but it's still obvious by the sounds he's making that he's doing what he's told and liking it.]
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voice!!!!!
Hi. Are you in your room? It's kind of dumb if you are since I'm in my room and we live in the same fucking house but it's also kind of hot knowing that you're so close to me right now but also, like, not.
( he takes a breath, a hand idly grazing over his stomach beneath his shirt. )
Are you touching yourself yet?
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Not yet. [There is, perhaps, a trace of amusement in his voice.] I was waiting for you.
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I was gonna, like, make you describe to me in great detail what you're wearing so I know what to imagine, but a picture would be way easier, so. Send me one?
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[He sends a selfie that looks something like this. Basic black t-shirt and sweat pants.]
I had a hoodie on earlier but I took it off.
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if hyunsu recognizes hao's lock screen the next time they hang out — shut the fuck up. )
You look comfy. Hold on — ( he breathes out a laugh, holding his phone out so he can snap a picture of his own fit: grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt. ) Why does this house lowkey want us to match?
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I think we just like similar clothes. [gamer boy lounge wear] You look cute.
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Thanks, ( hao says instead, even if it kills his soul a little bit. but!! hyunsu thinks he's cute, and that's the most important thing on the planet, possibly. )
The only annoying thing about us wearing similar shit is that if I ever steal your clothes, nobody'll even know that they're yours.
( and hao wants people to know So Badly. )
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I'm bigger than you, though.
[The styles might be the same but there's no way they wear the same size.]
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he groans, flinging an arm over his face. ) Ugh, you are. Bigger. It's so fucking stupid hot.
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[is it possible to hear a person blush? Because Hyunsu is definitely blushing and Hao can't see that. But something in his voice definitely seems...flustered.]
Should I say thanks or apologize?
[Because that sounded like a compliment but also kind of a complaint.]
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Neither — it's just a fact. A hot fact.
( he sighs, quiet for a moment. )
I think it's why you were making me crazy before — looking like you do, talking about being submissive.
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I guess I don't have to be, but when I have...I've liked it.
[He's sort of aware that his experience is pretty limited so far, as well as generally very recent, so he's sort of still figuring things out. It's also very possible he'd be into different things when the monster is dominant. Like, for instance, shamelessly fucking Hao's mouth in the club.]
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( and he does, a soft little thump as he drops his phone next to his head on his pillow. )
What do you like about it? ( he's back to splaying his fingers over his belly, toying with the hem of his hoodie. ) Being used? Not being in control?
( which hyunsu should be pretty used to, he figures, considering the whole monster thing. )
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Yeah. [His voice is quiet. A little rough.] Both those things. And I like being told what to do.
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god, it's enough to make his dick twitch in his sweatpants, and hao's very suddenly reminded how they got here in the first place, what the end goal is. ) Lucky for you, I love telling people what to do. ( idly, his hand reaches down to cup himself through the soft fabric of his pants, thumbing over the head, sighing. ) Touch yourself — over your clothes.
( there's a beat. )
You like being a good boy?
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He flushes, swallowing hard, sliding his hand to fondle his own dick through his sweatpants. Even though Hao can't see him do it, there's something gratifying about doing as he says, knowing that Hao is probably trying to picture it in his mind]
Yeah. [His voice is a little breathless when he speaks, husky.] Yeah, I do.
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Fuck, ( hao groans, biting his lip as he pictures hyunsu in his dark sweatpants, big hand palming over himself. ) I believe it. You'd look so good on your hands and knees.
( he's already stupidly turned on even after only a little bit of teasing, but hao wants to drag this out a little so he doesn't nut in his pants in five seconds like a virgin, positive that the mental image of hyunsu on his hands and knees could absolutely make it happen without a single jerk of his fist. ) You ever play with your tits before? You should, because your tits are hot. Under your shirt — just your thumb on your nipple. Don't pinch. Go slow — just feel it. ( his own shirt's rucked up above his chest, the pad of his thumb brushing back and forth over his own nipple, squeezing his dick and stifling a moan when he feels precome dampening the fabric of his underwear. ) It feels really good, doesn't it?
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Hyunsu takes a shaky breath and humming quietly as he switches his phone to speaker.]
Is that what you want? [Because he's realizing he wants to know. He wants to know what Hao wants from him, what he'd like to do. The more he knows the better he can give.] Me on my hands and knees?
[At Hao's command, he pushes his shirt up so he can slide his hand up to touch his chest. He also realizes that, actually no, he never has played with his own tits before. He really hasn't bothered to tease himself much at all. He doesn't usually linger much on it when he masturbates alone, he just jerks off and is done with it.
But now he's doing as Hao tells him, thumbing his own nipple and moaning softly as he thinks about Hao doing the same, and what it would be like to have Hao watch him do this.]
Yeah, it does.
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Fuck, I — yeah, that would be hot. You're strong — you'd be able to hold yourself up like that for a long time, wouldn't you? ( its a rhetorical question as hao huffs out a sigh, bed audibly creaking when he lifts his hips up to pull his pants and underwear down to his thighs to free his cock, flushed as pink as his hair.
he glances towards his night stand and then back up at the ceiling, fingers curling around himself, thumbing over the head to smear some precome around. ) So, like, I kinda forgot that I don't have any lube or anything, so I'm gonna improvise. ( he hasn't needed it!! not with koby, anyway, who gets so turned on so fucking quickly that hao can't help but tease him for it. ) I'm gonna put my fingers in my mouth and I want you to do the same thing except think about me, 'cause I know how much much you liked my mouth.
— Oh, and you can start touching yourself, because I'm feeling extra nice.
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He finds himself wondering who would tire out first, him or Hao.
Fuck.] Yeah, I could.
[He's still teasing himself like Hao told him to. Palming his own tits, and fondling himself through his pants. His head is swimming, suddenly full feral, horny thoughts of marathon sex with Hao and it takes him a couple of seconds to register that Hao is speaking again.
Lube. Right. Hyunsu doesn't have that either, actually.]
Okay. [That's the breathless response to Hao's new command and all he says before following it. He slides his fingers into his mouth and he's already thinking about Hao so it's really easy to keep doing that.
The monster was in control then night of the resurrection party, but the human part of him remembers it, too. The warmth of Hao's mouth, the way he looked with his lips around Hyunsu's cock, with that infuriating impish expression...
Hyunsu moans loudly around his own fingers, proof positive that he's doing exactly what Hao told him to do. And it's a relief when Hao gives him permission to really touch himself. He shoves his pants down clumsily with only one hand so he can free his swollen cock and grasp it properly, thumbing at the tip.
His fingers are still in his mouth so he can't say anything, but it's still obvious by the sounds he's making that he's doing what he's told and liking it.]