[infinite] sport fishing + close to me
sport fishing
infinite, sunggyu/hoya
nc-17, 1430w
thigh fucking and half-assed age play for hippotonict ♥
Hoya wakes up from his nap to see Sunggyu sitting cross-legged beside him on the flat floor mattress, watching. There’s a focus deep in his eyes that Hoya recognizes, and that makes his dick stir in his sweatpants.
“Is it morning already?” says Hoya. Outside the window, the sun has set, and the dorm is quiet. “When did you get here?”
“I was waiting...” Sunggyu clears his throat. “I was waiting for hyung to wake up,” he says softly, and Hoya bites his lip at the word. It had started as a joke, as always (“You’re 80 line, Kang Junhee,” Sunggyu had explained), but quickly became a code (“So treat me like it,” Hoya replied, talking down, and Sunggyu had inhaled, his eyes closing for a beat that betrayed too much).
Hoya props himself up on his elbows. “Come here.” Sunggyu crawls forward and Hoya pulls him down into a kiss, one hand slipping around the back of his neck. Then he leans back and looks into his eyes.
“You’re gonna be a good boy today, right?” he says in dialect. Sunggyu squirms.
“Yes.”
“Very good.” He pets Sunggyu’s hair at the nape of his neck and Sunggyu twists his head, shakes his butt a little. Hoya leans in again and puts his tongue in Sunggyu’s mouth, running it over his teeth and the inside of his lip. Sunggyu crawls closer and then falls on top of him, weighing him down. Sunggyu’s already hard, and Hoya can feel the heat of his erection as he grinds against his hip. He wonders how long Sunggyu was waiting for him, maybe touching himself while he watched Hoya sleep.
He starts to pull Sunggyu’s pants down around his hips and Sunggyu lifts his hips back and wriggles until his pants are around his knees. Hoya runs his hands over Sunggyu’s exposed thighs, slipping one hand in between them. Sunggyu tilts his head back a bit, eyelids fluttering and lips parting, and Hoya’s stomach twists. The sealed-up space between Sunggyu’s thighs is warm and the skin is soft against his fingers.
Curious, he reaches through until his hand comes out the other side. The rough pads of his fingertips drag a little on the soft skin of Sunggyu’s backside. Sunggyu gasps and bucks his hips forward in response, his eyes still shut and his eyebrows tilting up, his thighs shuffling around Hoya’s forearm.
Hoya reaches down and puts Sunggyu’s hand on the waistband of his own pants. Sunggyu gets the hint and crawls backwards over Hoya’s legs, dragging his pants and underwear down with him. He crawls back up halfway and then stops, his face hovering over Hoya’s crotch. His breath is hot on Hoya’s cock and his eyes are open and expectant, waiting for permission.
Normally, Hoya wouldn’t give it a second thought, but today he’s after something else. “Nuh-uh,” he says, shaking his head. “Come back up here.”
Sunggyu obliges, crawling back up and lying on his side next to Hoya, but he looks confused. “Hey, what are you...”
Hoya puts his hand over his mouth, pressing with a little more force than necessary, so he can feel Sunggyu’s teeth under his lip. “Listen to your hyung,” he says. “You trust me, right?” Sunggyu nods. “All right. Don’t move.” Hoya gets up, staggering a little when he’s on his feet - he hasn’t stood since he woke up. He looks down at Sunggyu. “Don’t move, okay? Stay just like that.”
“Okay.”
Hoya finds a tube of lotion on the dresser and returns to the bed, kneeling behind Sunggyu’s closed and bent legs. Sunggyu watches him as he squeezes some lotion into his hand and starts stroking his cock, rubbing the head between his fingers. Sunggyu’s chest is heaving a little, but he still isn’t moving.
He pulls Sunggyu’s boxer briefs down to join his pants around his knees, then squeezes more lotion into his palm. This time he slathers it over and between Sunggyu’s upper thighs, and Sunggyu lets out a small gasp as Hoya’s fingers swipe along his perineum. Then Hoya lies down behind Sunggyu, wraps one arm around him, and slips his cock into the space he’s prepared. It’s warm and slick, and Sunggyu’s thighs shake a little as they squeeze tightly around him. After a few tentative thrusts, Hoya rolls Sunggyu onto his front, and Sunggyu bends his knees a little so his butt curves up against Hoya’s stomach.
Hoya takes him like that, his cock slipping under Sunggyu's ass and between his inner thighs, the tip hitting his balls. His hand is pressed against Sunggyu’s lower abdomen under his shirt, and he can feel the tremors of Sunggyu jerking himself off to the rhythm of Hoya thrusting against him.
“Hoya,” Sunggyu whines, “hyung,” and for a crazy second Hoya thinks about what it would be like if he really were Junhee’s age, to have someone so much younger and willing to do anything for him, someone with such soft skin lying underneath him, someone so aroused by him. “Is it good, hyung?” He turns his head to look back at Hoya. His cheeks are flushed and his lips are loosely parted, as if Hoya’s fucking them open.
“It’s good,” he grunts. He thrusts faster, and his stomach smacks against the firm curve of Sunggyu’s ass, again and again. “You’re so good.” Sunggyu moans, higher and breathier than before.
When Hoya’s getting close he stops and pulls back until he’s on his knees again. Sunggyu turns at the loss. “What, where are you...”
“I wanna see you,” he says. His voice rasps a bit between his breaths. “Roll over.”
Sunggyu turns and Hoya stops him when he’s on his side. He pushes at his legs and Sunggyu complies, drawing them up until his knees are almost at his chest. This time Hoya doesn’t lie next to him, but over him, one hand under his knees and the other gripping his shoulder as he slips his cock back between Sunggyu’s tightly closed thighs. Sunggyu reaches behind Hoya’s head, and Hoya leans down to kiss him again, running his tongue over his lower lip as he thrusts against him.
Then Sunggyu tugs at his hair, pulling Hoya’s head back as he gasps for breath. Hoya groans at the expression on his face and a warm surge goes down his torso. Only he gets to see Sunggyu like this: his eyes squinted up unevenly and his mouth hanging open, his hand erratically pumping his cock.
“I wanna see you come,” he growls. Sunggyu whimpers and Hoya’s field of vision tightens and blurs. Sunggyu’s body is so hot around him. “Are you gonna come for me?”
“Yes,” Sunggyu breathes. “I’m... I’m trying.”
Hoya takes his hand from under Sunggyu’s knees and closes it around his shaft, so that the bottom of Sunggyu’s fist bumps his thumb. Sunggyu lets go and Hoya starts stroking him slower but more roughly, in time with his thrusts between his thighs. Sunggyu groans with each stroke, his eyes screwing shut, and then he comes with a whine into Hoya’s hand and over his stomach. Hoya can feel the spasms of his body against his cock. He grits his teeth and moves faster, slamming his hips against Sunggyu again and again, until the fire rising from his groin up through his chest is too much and he can’t hold on anymore. He comes between Sunggyu’s firm thighs, his entire body going still for a long moment as the fireworks explode in his brain.
Sunggyu’s body is there beneath his, warm and still quivering a little from their intimacy. Hoya stays there, lying on top of him until he catches his breath, then he pulls back shakily and flops down next to Sunggyu, throwing one arm around his waist. Sunggyu leans back against him. His ass bumps into Hoya’s crotch and Hoya shudders a little, still sensitive.
“Are you going to sleep again?” murmurs Sunggyu. “You’re gonna waste your whole evening in bed, you know.”
“Hey,” says Hoya, “I’m still your hyung. I don’t have to listen to you.”
Sunggyu laughs and settles against him, and Hoya presses a kiss to his shoulder, because he can. “For now,” Sunggyu says.
close to me
infinite, sunggyu/dongwoo
nc-17, 1798w
phone sex for spire_cx ♥
“So, uh, what are you wearing?” asks Sunggyu, and Dongwoo laughs, the sound echoing around their dorm bathroom and making the line flare with static.
It’s 11 o’clock at night and Sunggyu is in his hotel room in Japan, lying on the bed with one hand holding the phone to his ear and the other slowly rubbing his cock through his underwear. Fifteen minutes before, Hyowan had discreetly exited the room to “let him get some rest” the night before the musical, which made Sunggyu more than a little paranoid. Maybe Hyowan had seen him rushing to buy long distance minutes at the airport before their flight. Maybe he’s known this whole time what Sunggyu has been up to with Dongwoo in the dark cracks of their schedules. But hearing Dongwoo’s voice helps turn the drip of anxiety into a bubbly, heady feeling, not the terror of being caught but the thrill of it.
“I’m wearing pajamas? And a shirt with no sleeves,” says Dongwoo, and Sunggyu tries to picture it: Dongwoo sitting in the bathroom with his legs stretched out in front of him, wearing a black tank and maybe those terrible brown and teal patterned pants, one hand sliding down his torso and lifting the hem of his shirt to reveal a crescent of skin above his waistband. “I can take it off.”
In his head, Dongwoo’s hand slips under his shirt, runs over the warm, flat muscles of his chest, his nipples, the bumps of his ribcage. Sunggyu’s cock pulses under his hand. “Okay.”
“And you should take your clothes off too.”
Sunggyu looks down at his bare legs on the bed. “Should I?”
“Yeah. No one can see you, don’t worry,” Dongwoo teases, and Sunggyu snorts.
“Then what’s the point?” he says, then, thinking of the bony curve of Dongwoo’s shoulder against the white bathroom wall, “All right.” He puts his phone down and sits up to shimmy out of his sweater and t-shirt, then lies back on the bed in just his underwear and picks up the phone again. “Hey.” His breath is shaky.
“Hi,” says Dongwoo, and Sunggyu’s breath catches again at the sound of his voice. “Did you take them off?”
“Yes, I did.” Sunggyu moves his hand down his side, from his ribs to his waist. Even though it’s his own hand, he shudders a little. “So are you... Are you...touching yourself right now?” His tongue trips on the words and his forearm comes up to cover his eyes, as if that will save him.
Dongwoo laughs. “Relax, you sound like you’re reading from a script.”
“Well, what am I supposed to say?”
“I don’t know.” He giggles. “Something sexy.”
Sunggyu groans. “I don’t know. Okay.” He runs his hand down his thigh and back up the inside, thinking about skin on skin. “I want you...here next to me,” he says hesitantly. “On the bed.”
“Yeah?” says Dongwoo. Sunggyu’s hand rests on his stomach, his fingertips on the elastic waist of his underwear.
“It’s a really soft bed,” he says. “I want... I want to spread you out on it.” The word spread makes his blood rush, and so does the noise Dongwoo makes in response, somewhere between a laugh and a gasp. Sunggyu returns to rubbing himself through his underwear, and his hips move slightly in response. “Do you like that?”
“I like it.” Dongwoo laughs, but this time it’s low, anticipatory. “Keep going.”
“I wish I could see you.” He thinks about Dongwoo with one hand moving steadily in his pants, his head tilted back against the wall to expose his neck, his pink hair matted to his forehead, his lips bitten and swollen. “If you were here... I want to feel you all over me,” he moans. His hand presses harder against his erection.
“Where?”
“Everywhere.” Sunggyu slips his hand into his underwear and wraps his fingers around his cock. He takes a few strokes, then stops and hesitantly licks at his fingers. When he resumes he can’t help but moan at the slick feel of his fingers rubbing the head. “I wanna feel your back, your chest, your legs.” He pauses. “Your lips...”
“What about my lips? What do you want me to do?”
Sunggyu knows that Dongwoo is trying to encourage him, but he’s still not ready. “Lick them,” he says.
Dongwoo chuckles. “Okay.” He’s quiet, and Sunggyu hears a fizz of static, a slightly wet sound. He thinks of Dongwoo’s tongue, how it feels against his own, or when he runs it down Sunggyu’s body. “How is that? Can you hear the sound?”
“Yes,” he says. “Thanks.” He adjusts his phone so it’s resting on his shoulder, held in place by gravity and by his chin, then he moves that hand down to grip around the base of his cock, pulling his underwear down as it goes. “I like your lips. I like...” He shuts his eyes, tries to forget where he is, who he is. “I like how they look when you suck me.”
“Oh,” says Dongwoo, and Sunggyu feels a surge of satisfaction at how genuine his surprise is. It’s a better encouragement than the constant questions.
“The next time I see you, I... That’s what I’m going to do.” He gasps quietly between his words. “I’m gonna put you on the bed and I’m gonna watch your lips...”
He hesitates. There’s only one way he can think of to finish the sentence. Dongwoo is still quiet, waiting. He exhales, then lets it out.
“I’m gonna put my cock in your mouth and watch you suck it.” Saying the words sends a sudden, powerful surge through him, his hips lifting off the bed into his hand, and Dongwoo gasps again, too. There’s no going back. “Do you like that? Do you want to suck my cock?”
He’s trying to sound sexy, but it’s hard when his own words make his throat dry with arousal and his voice cracks. But still, Dongwoo moans softly into the phone. “Yeah, I want it.”
“Do you want...” There’s one more thing on Sunggyu’s mind, if he can work up the guts to say it. “I wanna...”
“Tell me,” says Dongwoo. “What are you going to do to me?”
Sunggyu grunts at this. He thrusts his hips up off the bed, letting the rhythm guide his mind. “I wanna... I’m gonna put my fingers in your ass.” The image is already there in his mind, Dongwoo on his elbows and knees on the bed, his sweaty face pressed against the pillow, semen on the nice white sheets. “In that pretty little ass of yours, and I’m gonna fuck you until you come.”
He’s rewarded with Dongwoo moaning his name on the other end of the line inappropriately loud before he gasps and quiets down. Maybe he put his hand over his mouth; maybe he’s sucking on his fingers to keep himself quiet. Maybe he’s biting them, tears at the corners of his eyes. Sunggyu grits his teeth and sounds fall loose and heavy out of his mouth as he gets closer to orgasm.
Then Dongwoo mumbles something, but the phone is slipping off Sunggyu’s shoulder and it’s hard to hear him over his own breathing and the creaking of the bed. “What?” His hands slow their pace, and he feels as light-headed as if he’d come to a halt mid-sprint. “Say that again, tell me again. Tell me.”
Dongwoo’s voice is little more than a whisper, partly from the need to be quiet and partly from his own heavy breaths. “I want you to fuck me,” he says. “Please.”
The words knock the air out of Sunggyu. He moans and pumps faster, frantic. He’s so close that his face is tingling. “Yes,” he says, and it’s almost a sob, wracked out of him.
“Fuck me hard,” Dongwoo whimpers into the phone.
It’s too much. “Yes, yes. Fuck, ah, I’m gonna...” Two more strokes and then he comes with a long, loud moan that crackles out of his lungs, his muscles all constricting at once as the raw feeling smothers him. He lets out another cry with every new spasm through his body, three or four until it dies down and he can move again. He hears Dongwoo’s breathing speed up and then a long, shaky exhale, and through his daze he tries to hold the image in his head: Dongwoo with sweat on his face and his neck, his come running out between his fingers and decorating his stomach as he listens to Sunggyu fall apart.
Once his breathing catches up, he lets out a sheepish chuckle. He recovers his phone with his clean hand and holds it gingerly to his ear. “Um. How was that?”
“Good,” says Dongwoo. His voice is soft and low and Sunggyu sighs at the sound. “Everyone in the hotel probably thinks you’re making porn.”
“Oh. God.”
“No, no, I liked it.” He laughs. “I had no idea you could be so nasty.”
“Neither did I.” Sunggyu brings the back of his hand up to cover his eyes, then remembers his fingers and stomach and thighs are still sticky. He rolls on his side and fumbles for the tissue box beside the bed, then rolls back and rests it on his chest.
“When you get back from Japan, you know,” says Dongwoo, “it’ll be just us and Hoya that night. And, and, all of our roommates will be in Malaysia. Did you know that?”
Sunggyu pulls a few tissues from the box and wipes himself off. “I did,” he says. “But you need to sleep. I need to sleep.”
“I’ll sleep much better with you,” says Dongwoo. Sunggyu’s chest feels warm, and he puts his now clean hand against it. “Or were your words all lies? A real man is an honourable man, you know.”
Sunggyu chuckles. “All right, all right.” His right hand moves over his left side, a kind of one-armed hug. “I miss you,” he says.
“I miss you too.” Sunggyu squeezes his arm against his chest and sighs.
When he finally goes to sleep, an hour before the door gently clicks open and Hyowan enters, his phone is still on the bed beside his head. He closes his eyes and imagines he can hear Dongwoo’s even breathing. He rests his hand on his chest, and his heart is beating hard.
No, you definitely won’t be sleeping when you get home.
infinite, sunggyu/hoya
nc-17, 1430w
thigh fucking and half-assed age play for hippotonict ♥
Hoya wakes up from his nap to see Sunggyu sitting cross-legged beside him on the flat floor mattress, watching. There’s a focus deep in his eyes that Hoya recognizes, and that makes his dick stir in his sweatpants.
“Is it morning already?” says Hoya. Outside the window, the sun has set, and the dorm is quiet. “When did you get here?”
“I was waiting...” Sunggyu clears his throat. “I was waiting for hyung to wake up,” he says softly, and Hoya bites his lip at the word. It had started as a joke, as always (“You’re 80 line, Kang Junhee,” Sunggyu had explained), but quickly became a code (“So treat me like it,” Hoya replied, talking down, and Sunggyu had inhaled, his eyes closing for a beat that betrayed too much).
Hoya props himself up on his elbows. “Come here.” Sunggyu crawls forward and Hoya pulls him down into a kiss, one hand slipping around the back of his neck. Then he leans back and looks into his eyes.
“You’re gonna be a good boy today, right?” he says in dialect. Sunggyu squirms.
“Yes.”
“Very good.” He pets Sunggyu’s hair at the nape of his neck and Sunggyu twists his head, shakes his butt a little. Hoya leans in again and puts his tongue in Sunggyu’s mouth, running it over his teeth and the inside of his lip. Sunggyu crawls closer and then falls on top of him, weighing him down. Sunggyu’s already hard, and Hoya can feel the heat of his erection as he grinds against his hip. He wonders how long Sunggyu was waiting for him, maybe touching himself while he watched Hoya sleep.
He starts to pull Sunggyu’s pants down around his hips and Sunggyu lifts his hips back and wriggles until his pants are around his knees. Hoya runs his hands over Sunggyu’s exposed thighs, slipping one hand in between them. Sunggyu tilts his head back a bit, eyelids fluttering and lips parting, and Hoya’s stomach twists. The sealed-up space between Sunggyu’s thighs is warm and the skin is soft against his fingers.
Curious, he reaches through until his hand comes out the other side. The rough pads of his fingertips drag a little on the soft skin of Sunggyu’s backside. Sunggyu gasps and bucks his hips forward in response, his eyes still shut and his eyebrows tilting up, his thighs shuffling around Hoya’s forearm.
Hoya reaches down and puts Sunggyu’s hand on the waistband of his own pants. Sunggyu gets the hint and crawls backwards over Hoya’s legs, dragging his pants and underwear down with him. He crawls back up halfway and then stops, his face hovering over Hoya’s crotch. His breath is hot on Hoya’s cock and his eyes are open and expectant, waiting for permission.
Normally, Hoya wouldn’t give it a second thought, but today he’s after something else. “Nuh-uh,” he says, shaking his head. “Come back up here.”
Sunggyu obliges, crawling back up and lying on his side next to Hoya, but he looks confused. “Hey, what are you...”
Hoya puts his hand over his mouth, pressing with a little more force than necessary, so he can feel Sunggyu’s teeth under his lip. “Listen to your hyung,” he says. “You trust me, right?” Sunggyu nods. “All right. Don’t move.” Hoya gets up, staggering a little when he’s on his feet - he hasn’t stood since he woke up. He looks down at Sunggyu. “Don’t move, okay? Stay just like that.”
“Okay.”
Hoya finds a tube of lotion on the dresser and returns to the bed, kneeling behind Sunggyu’s closed and bent legs. Sunggyu watches him as he squeezes some lotion into his hand and starts stroking his cock, rubbing the head between his fingers. Sunggyu’s chest is heaving a little, but he still isn’t moving.
He pulls Sunggyu’s boxer briefs down to join his pants around his knees, then squeezes more lotion into his palm. This time he slathers it over and between Sunggyu’s upper thighs, and Sunggyu lets out a small gasp as Hoya’s fingers swipe along his perineum. Then Hoya lies down behind Sunggyu, wraps one arm around him, and slips his cock into the space he’s prepared. It’s warm and slick, and Sunggyu’s thighs shake a little as they squeeze tightly around him. After a few tentative thrusts, Hoya rolls Sunggyu onto his front, and Sunggyu bends his knees a little so his butt curves up against Hoya’s stomach.
Hoya takes him like that, his cock slipping under Sunggyu's ass and between his inner thighs, the tip hitting his balls. His hand is pressed against Sunggyu’s lower abdomen under his shirt, and he can feel the tremors of Sunggyu jerking himself off to the rhythm of Hoya thrusting against him.
“Hoya,” Sunggyu whines, “hyung,” and for a crazy second Hoya thinks about what it would be like if he really were Junhee’s age, to have someone so much younger and willing to do anything for him, someone with such soft skin lying underneath him, someone so aroused by him. “Is it good, hyung?” He turns his head to look back at Hoya. His cheeks are flushed and his lips are loosely parted, as if Hoya’s fucking them open.
“It’s good,” he grunts. He thrusts faster, and his stomach smacks against the firm curve of Sunggyu’s ass, again and again. “You’re so good.” Sunggyu moans, higher and breathier than before.
When Hoya’s getting close he stops and pulls back until he’s on his knees again. Sunggyu turns at the loss. “What, where are you...”
“I wanna see you,” he says. His voice rasps a bit between his breaths. “Roll over.”
Sunggyu turns and Hoya stops him when he’s on his side. He pushes at his legs and Sunggyu complies, drawing them up until his knees are almost at his chest. This time Hoya doesn’t lie next to him, but over him, one hand under his knees and the other gripping his shoulder as he slips his cock back between Sunggyu’s tightly closed thighs. Sunggyu reaches behind Hoya’s head, and Hoya leans down to kiss him again, running his tongue over his lower lip as he thrusts against him.
Then Sunggyu tugs at his hair, pulling Hoya’s head back as he gasps for breath. Hoya groans at the expression on his face and a warm surge goes down his torso. Only he gets to see Sunggyu like this: his eyes squinted up unevenly and his mouth hanging open, his hand erratically pumping his cock.
“I wanna see you come,” he growls. Sunggyu whimpers and Hoya’s field of vision tightens and blurs. Sunggyu’s body is so hot around him. “Are you gonna come for me?”
“Yes,” Sunggyu breathes. “I’m... I’m trying.”
Hoya takes his hand from under Sunggyu’s knees and closes it around his shaft, so that the bottom of Sunggyu’s fist bumps his thumb. Sunggyu lets go and Hoya starts stroking him slower but more roughly, in time with his thrusts between his thighs. Sunggyu groans with each stroke, his eyes screwing shut, and then he comes with a whine into Hoya’s hand and over his stomach. Hoya can feel the spasms of his body against his cock. He grits his teeth and moves faster, slamming his hips against Sunggyu again and again, until the fire rising from his groin up through his chest is too much and he can’t hold on anymore. He comes between Sunggyu’s firm thighs, his entire body going still for a long moment as the fireworks explode in his brain.
Sunggyu’s body is there beneath his, warm and still quivering a little from their intimacy. Hoya stays there, lying on top of him until he catches his breath, then he pulls back shakily and flops down next to Sunggyu, throwing one arm around his waist. Sunggyu leans back against him. His ass bumps into Hoya’s crotch and Hoya shudders a little, still sensitive.
“Are you going to sleep again?” murmurs Sunggyu. “You’re gonna waste your whole evening in bed, you know.”
“Hey,” says Hoya, “I’m still your hyung. I don’t have to listen to you.”
Sunggyu laughs and settles against him, and Hoya presses a kiss to his shoulder, because he can. “For now,” Sunggyu says.
close to me
infinite, sunggyu/dongwoo
nc-17, 1798w
phone sex for spire_cx ♥
“So, uh, what are you wearing?” asks Sunggyu, and Dongwoo laughs, the sound echoing around their dorm bathroom and making the line flare with static.
It’s 11 o’clock at night and Sunggyu is in his hotel room in Japan, lying on the bed with one hand holding the phone to his ear and the other slowly rubbing his cock through his underwear. Fifteen minutes before, Hyowan had discreetly exited the room to “let him get some rest” the night before the musical, which made Sunggyu more than a little paranoid. Maybe Hyowan had seen him rushing to buy long distance minutes at the airport before their flight. Maybe he’s known this whole time what Sunggyu has been up to with Dongwoo in the dark cracks of their schedules. But hearing Dongwoo’s voice helps turn the drip of anxiety into a bubbly, heady feeling, not the terror of being caught but the thrill of it.
“I’m wearing pajamas? And a shirt with no sleeves,” says Dongwoo, and Sunggyu tries to picture it: Dongwoo sitting in the bathroom with his legs stretched out in front of him, wearing a black tank and maybe those terrible brown and teal patterned pants, one hand sliding down his torso and lifting the hem of his shirt to reveal a crescent of skin above his waistband. “I can take it off.”
In his head, Dongwoo’s hand slips under his shirt, runs over the warm, flat muscles of his chest, his nipples, the bumps of his ribcage. Sunggyu’s cock pulses under his hand. “Okay.”
“And you should take your clothes off too.”
Sunggyu looks down at his bare legs on the bed. “Should I?”
“Yeah. No one can see you, don’t worry,” Dongwoo teases, and Sunggyu snorts.
“Then what’s the point?” he says, then, thinking of the bony curve of Dongwoo’s shoulder against the white bathroom wall, “All right.” He puts his phone down and sits up to shimmy out of his sweater and t-shirt, then lies back on the bed in just his underwear and picks up the phone again. “Hey.” His breath is shaky.
“Hi,” says Dongwoo, and Sunggyu’s breath catches again at the sound of his voice. “Did you take them off?”
“Yes, I did.” Sunggyu moves his hand down his side, from his ribs to his waist. Even though it’s his own hand, he shudders a little. “So are you... Are you...touching yourself right now?” His tongue trips on the words and his forearm comes up to cover his eyes, as if that will save him.
Dongwoo laughs. “Relax, you sound like you’re reading from a script.”
“Well, what am I supposed to say?”
“I don’t know.” He giggles. “Something sexy.”
Sunggyu groans. “I don’t know. Okay.” He runs his hand down his thigh and back up the inside, thinking about skin on skin. “I want you...here next to me,” he says hesitantly. “On the bed.”
“Yeah?” says Dongwoo. Sunggyu’s hand rests on his stomach, his fingertips on the elastic waist of his underwear.
“It’s a really soft bed,” he says. “I want... I want to spread you out on it.” The word spread makes his blood rush, and so does the noise Dongwoo makes in response, somewhere between a laugh and a gasp. Sunggyu returns to rubbing himself through his underwear, and his hips move slightly in response. “Do you like that?”
“I like it.” Dongwoo laughs, but this time it’s low, anticipatory. “Keep going.”
“I wish I could see you.” He thinks about Dongwoo with one hand moving steadily in his pants, his head tilted back against the wall to expose his neck, his pink hair matted to his forehead, his lips bitten and swollen. “If you were here... I want to feel you all over me,” he moans. His hand presses harder against his erection.
“Where?”
“Everywhere.” Sunggyu slips his hand into his underwear and wraps his fingers around his cock. He takes a few strokes, then stops and hesitantly licks at his fingers. When he resumes he can’t help but moan at the slick feel of his fingers rubbing the head. “I wanna feel your back, your chest, your legs.” He pauses. “Your lips...”
“What about my lips? What do you want me to do?”
Sunggyu knows that Dongwoo is trying to encourage him, but he’s still not ready. “Lick them,” he says.
Dongwoo chuckles. “Okay.” He’s quiet, and Sunggyu hears a fizz of static, a slightly wet sound. He thinks of Dongwoo’s tongue, how it feels against his own, or when he runs it down Sunggyu’s body. “How is that? Can you hear the sound?”
“Yes,” he says. “Thanks.” He adjusts his phone so it’s resting on his shoulder, held in place by gravity and by his chin, then he moves that hand down to grip around the base of his cock, pulling his underwear down as it goes. “I like your lips. I like...” He shuts his eyes, tries to forget where he is, who he is. “I like how they look when you suck me.”
“Oh,” says Dongwoo, and Sunggyu feels a surge of satisfaction at how genuine his surprise is. It’s a better encouragement than the constant questions.
“The next time I see you, I... That’s what I’m going to do.” He gasps quietly between his words. “I’m gonna put you on the bed and I’m gonna watch your lips...”
He hesitates. There’s only one way he can think of to finish the sentence. Dongwoo is still quiet, waiting. He exhales, then lets it out.
“I’m gonna put my cock in your mouth and watch you suck it.” Saying the words sends a sudden, powerful surge through him, his hips lifting off the bed into his hand, and Dongwoo gasps again, too. There’s no going back. “Do you like that? Do you want to suck my cock?”
He’s trying to sound sexy, but it’s hard when his own words make his throat dry with arousal and his voice cracks. But still, Dongwoo moans softly into the phone. “Yeah, I want it.”
“Do you want...” There’s one more thing on Sunggyu’s mind, if he can work up the guts to say it. “I wanna...”
“Tell me,” says Dongwoo. “What are you going to do to me?”
Sunggyu grunts at this. He thrusts his hips up off the bed, letting the rhythm guide his mind. “I wanna... I’m gonna put my fingers in your ass.” The image is already there in his mind, Dongwoo on his elbows and knees on the bed, his sweaty face pressed against the pillow, semen on the nice white sheets. “In that pretty little ass of yours, and I’m gonna fuck you until you come.”
He’s rewarded with Dongwoo moaning his name on the other end of the line inappropriately loud before he gasps and quiets down. Maybe he put his hand over his mouth; maybe he’s sucking on his fingers to keep himself quiet. Maybe he’s biting them, tears at the corners of his eyes. Sunggyu grits his teeth and sounds fall loose and heavy out of his mouth as he gets closer to orgasm.
Then Dongwoo mumbles something, but the phone is slipping off Sunggyu’s shoulder and it’s hard to hear him over his own breathing and the creaking of the bed. “What?” His hands slow their pace, and he feels as light-headed as if he’d come to a halt mid-sprint. “Say that again, tell me again. Tell me.”
Dongwoo’s voice is little more than a whisper, partly from the need to be quiet and partly from his own heavy breaths. “I want you to fuck me,” he says. “Please.”
The words knock the air out of Sunggyu. He moans and pumps faster, frantic. He’s so close that his face is tingling. “Yes,” he says, and it’s almost a sob, wracked out of him.
“Fuck me hard,” Dongwoo whimpers into the phone.
It’s too much. “Yes, yes. Fuck, ah, I’m gonna...” Two more strokes and then he comes with a long, loud moan that crackles out of his lungs, his muscles all constricting at once as the raw feeling smothers him. He lets out another cry with every new spasm through his body, three or four until it dies down and he can move again. He hears Dongwoo’s breathing speed up and then a long, shaky exhale, and through his daze he tries to hold the image in his head: Dongwoo with sweat on his face and his neck, his come running out between his fingers and decorating his stomach as he listens to Sunggyu fall apart.
Once his breathing catches up, he lets out a sheepish chuckle. He recovers his phone with his clean hand and holds it gingerly to his ear. “Um. How was that?”
“Good,” says Dongwoo. His voice is soft and low and Sunggyu sighs at the sound. “Everyone in the hotel probably thinks you’re making porn.”
“Oh. God.”
“No, no, I liked it.” He laughs. “I had no idea you could be so nasty.”
“Neither did I.” Sunggyu brings the back of his hand up to cover his eyes, then remembers his fingers and stomach and thighs are still sticky. He rolls on his side and fumbles for the tissue box beside the bed, then rolls back and rests it on his chest.
“When you get back from Japan, you know,” says Dongwoo, “it’ll be just us and Hoya that night. And, and, all of our roommates will be in Malaysia. Did you know that?”
Sunggyu pulls a few tissues from the box and wipes himself off. “I did,” he says. “But you need to sleep. I need to sleep.”
“I’ll sleep much better with you,” says Dongwoo. Sunggyu’s chest feels warm, and he puts his now clean hand against it. “Or were your words all lies? A real man is an honourable man, you know.”
Sunggyu chuckles. “All right, all right.” His right hand moves over his left side, a kind of one-armed hug. “I miss you,” he says.
“I miss you too.” Sunggyu squeezes his arm against his chest and sighs.
When he finally goes to sleep, an hour before the door gently clicks open and Hyowan enters, his phone is still on the bed beside his head. He closes his eyes and imagines he can hear Dongwoo’s even breathing. He rests his hand on his chest, and his heart is beating hard.
No, you definitely won’t be sleeping when you get home.