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The oldest member of Enhypen, stretches lightly from where he'd been sitting for hours now working on producing a new song, and picks up his ringing phone to answer it.
"Jay? What's up?" Heeseung spins his chair around, giving his eyes a momentary break from staring at the computer screen to look at the familiar interior of the little studio in the HYBE building he spends most of his time in these days.
"Hmm~ hyung, where are you right now?"
"I'm at the studio Jongseong-ah, why? Anything wrong?"
"Nothing hyung, just wondering what my pretty baby was doing."
Oh. Heeseung’s heart skips a beat, fluttering involuntarily, and he feels heat rush to his cheeks while he bites the corner of the inside of his bottom lip to suppress a shy smile.
“J-Just you know, writing some lyrics, working on the song I was producing.”
“I see, working hard hm, my baby’s so good huh?” And this would’ve been a completely normal thing to say except for the smirk Heeseung could hear in Jay’s voice. And the obvious intent of riling Heeseung up, of getting the older boy all hot and bothered, packed into the low, dark tone Jay was using instead of his usual sweet chirpy one.
And it was working, if the heat pooling low in Heeseung’s tummy, his heart starting to thump harder in his chest, and the way he was unconsciously rubbing his thighs together, providing his chubbing up cock friction, were all anything to go by.
“Mmh Jay-ah,” the older whimpers, “d-dont tease me.”
“But it’s so fun hyungie, you’re so cute when you’re all riled up and needy,” Jay chuckles, “is my baby getting all worked up just from my voice?”
“Mhh-mm,” Heeseung hums too embarrassed to properly admit it, lower lip snug between his teeth now. The studio was soundproof but Jay could hear any sounds he makes through the phone, and Heeseung didn’t want to get teased more.
“Does hyung wish i was there?”
“Mh-mhm!!! Want Jayie here :(((“
“Aw, aren’t you a darling thing hyung? Want me there so I can bend you over the desk and fuck you dumb? Maybe I should fuck you while you produce hm? Record your sounds and make you use them in the track?”
"Jayyy~” Heeseung moans brokenly at the filthy words, tears welling up in his eyes in need. A hand sneaks down towards the front of his pants but Jay seems to know exactly what he’s going to do even if he can’t see the older, “No touching yourself, hyung.”
The older whines, though his hand obediently stops, “Jay-ah bbut-”
“No touching yourself, you’re going to come from my voice alone, got it hyungie?”
“H-huh,” Heeseung’s eyes widen. Just from Jay’s voice talking to him? Was that possible?
But regardless of his doubts, it wasn’t that he wasn’t willing to try it.
Besides, the mere thought of coming from nothing but Jay’s voice had his heart skipping beats, a shudder running down his spine, and his toes curling in anticipation. “O-okay.”
“Good boy.” Jay hums pleased, “So good for me. Hyungie’s been working so hard, I just wanna make you feel good.”
The taller squirms at the praise, heat surging to his cheeks and whimpering for more.
"Hyung likes being praised? My little whore likes being told how good he is? How well he's doing? How precious," Jay cooes, "you always take my cock so well baby, makes me want to stuff you full all the time, make you sit on my cock all the time not caring who sees hm? Even on camera too. Let the entire world see who you belong to, you'd like that wouldn't you hyung? My pretty slut."
Heeseung's cock twitches desperately with every word from the younger, his head filling with Jay's voice and the obscene imagery from what he's saying. "Hn' want it, want it, I’d l-love it Jay-ahh, mm- ah!" The older’s hips shift, twitching as his back arches, fingers itching to grab hold of his aching cock and tug at it until he comes, but he wanted to be good so he holds back, digging his nails into his palm from the effort of it.
“Hyung you know, I saw this lingerie on the internet the other day and of course I bought it. I couldn’t stop thinking about seeing you in it, you’re so fucking pretty, so handsome, and so lovely, you’d look so fucking hot in it, as you do in everything else. Makes me want to parade you around in it just so people can see how beautiful and handsome my Heeseung hyung is, but the other part of me wants to keep the sight to myself, only for me to see. My whore and mine alone, only I get to see hyung like this, fuck you like this, hear you like this, touch you, mark you up, and have you crying under me, right hyung? Tell me you’re mine baby.”
“Jongseong-ahh~~hnnh,” Heeseung whines, he wasn’t going to last very long if the younger was going to keep talking to him like that, equal parts sweet and filthy, “I’m yours, Jay-ah.”
The pleased hum Jay gives in response has a full-body shudder running through the older. “Mmhmm, yes you are, pretty ass mine alone to fuck, little waist only for me to grab onto while I breed you, gorgeous long legs just for me to have over my shoulders yeah? I would be in you 24/7 if I could, you're always sucking me in so perfectly, like you were made to take cock, like you were molded to be my perfect little cocksleeve. And you’re so sensitive darling, it’s so cute. It makes me want to destroy you, have you falling apart and wailing on my cock, every single time. So so good, my little cumdump, my perfect fucktoy.”
The aforementioned cumdump was gasping and whining obscenely by now, so desperate and wound up that he was involuntarily rolling his hips making to grind against the air, as if that would provide him any friction at all. His phone kept slipping from his weak hand, but it was a welcome distraction that allowed him to hold onto something so he could stop himself from sliding his hand into his pants.
As he moaned lowly at Jay’s words, Heeseung chances a glance down to see there was a small wet patch over his pants by now, precum leaking past even his boxers and into his sweatpants, all from just Jay’s voice. The humiliation of it all, of being so easy for Jay, made his cock twitch weakly where it was confined in his boxers and Heeseung could cry.
“Jay-ahh~” he whimpers brokenly, not knowing what he was asking for but just needing something regardless.
“Yeah hyung?” the younger laughs lightly, “Poor baby, I bet you’re drooling and writhing right now, aren’t you? Shame I can’t be there to see you. You’re making the most obscene sounds right now you know, like a cheap whore baby. Tch, pathetic. Always so loud, even when I'm barely touching you, and even when I'm not touching you at all, apparently. How cute, I’m not even there with you but you’re this whiny and needy from just my voice hyung.”
“Jay- Jay- Jay- Jongseong-ah,” Heeseung chants, head thrown back against his chair as he shudders and shakes, legs kicking out and hips bucking up chasing friction that wasn’t there.
“You turn into such a whore for cock hyungie, you can’t go even a week without getting dicked down, can you, princess?”
And oh, that’s a new pet name. Jay had never called him that before. The younger must’ve chanced upon the clip of Heeseung from their fansign, talking about how princess is his favourite nickname from childhood.
This realisation comes belated though, because at the moment, Heeseung’s foggy brain was lit up, with electric pleasure zapping through the nerve endings in his body, back arching and toes curling as he comes with a high whine in the back of his throat, “Fuck, Jongseongie- ah! Oppa~ mmh!! Ah- ngh~!”
As the older slumps back into his chair gasping and shivering through the aftershocks, there’s dead silence from the other end, before, “What did you just call me?” Jay’s voice has dropped to the lowest Heeseung has ever heard it go, deeper and raspier than it was even a minute ago, like the younger’s throat had just magically dried up in an instant.
Heeseung’s brain’s still lagging a little, confused about what Jay was asking, “Mm? Huh? Oh.”
Oh shit. Oppa. He hadn’t meant to call Jay that-
“I said, what did you just call me? When I ask you a question, you give me a verbal answer right baby?” Halfway through, the younger's voice sounds over other shuffling sounds in the background, like Jay was whispering while walking somewhere.
"Uhm- o-oppa?”
“Fuck, hyung that’s so hot, don’t move, stay there, give me a minute. I’m coming up to your studio, princess. I didn’t know you would like me calling you princess that much hyung, that’s what pushed you over the edge right?”
The devil, he knew.
But Heeseung had something too now.
“...Yeah, oppa.”
“Fuck. I’m going to give it to you so good.”