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Dongmyeong flops against the pillows of his hotel bed, grabbing his phone from the bedside table to check what he missed while he was in the shower.
There’s a message from Yonghoon. An image, the notification preview tells him. Dongmyeong opens it absentmindedly, expecting a selfie with his mother, or maybe something he saw on his trip home that reminded him of Dongmyeong.
He isn’t expecting what it actually is.
He was half-right that it’s a selfie, but it certainly isn’t one of Yonghoon with his mother. Instead he’s on his knees, looking up at the camera with his big puppy eyes. But what stops Dongmyeong short and has his breath catching is what he’s wearing: a pink see-through babydoll nightie that does nothing to hide the matching bra and panty underneath.
what the fuck
Dongmyeong types, before he can think better of it.
baby
where did u get that??
Dongmyeong didn’t check how long ago Yonghoon sent the picture, but it takes only seconds for him to start typing a reply.
You don’t like it? 🥺
didn’t say that
you look INCREDIBLE
but what the fuck i thought you were with your mom???
Dongmyeong looks back at the picture, only now able to register anything besides Yonghoon in lingerie. He recognizes the background as Yonghoon’s childhood bedroom, which means he is home, and Dongmyeong hates the rush of blood that sends right to his dick.
We went shopping earlier. I might have spotted this in the women’s section while she was looking for new clothes 👉🏻👈🏻
Before Dongmyeong can ask how he managed to buy himself women’s lingerie while shopping with his mother, Yonghoon answers.
I may have lied and said it was a present for my girlfriend.
And well, that’s not entirely wrong, is it? It is a present for Dongmyeong, only he’s not Yonghoon’s girlfriend, and Yonghoon is the one wearing it.
you are INSANE, you know that, right?
are you still wearing it?
Yes.
Dongmyeong squeaks in surprise, the noise sounding way too loud in the quiet hotel room and bringing a blush to his cheeks. He’s sharing a suite with his parents in Japan, so while there’s a door between them, he’s not sure how well sound carries.
This is dangerous.
And yet…
can i see more, baby?
It takes longer for Yonghoon to reply this time. Dongmyeong wonders if he’s taking a photo now, or if he already has some that he’s trying to choose between.
When the notification comes through, Dongmyeong taps it immediately.
Yonghoon’s face isn’t visible in this one, just his body. He pulled the nightie up to show his panties better, and Dongmyeong’s mouth waters at the sight of his cock filling out the panties.
it’s no fucking fair that i’m not there to rip those off of you and eat you right now
😳😳😳
What are you doing?
Now it’s Dongmyeong’s turn to return the favor. He plays with the lamp, adjusting the lighting to his liking, then opens his phone camera. He’s wearing more clothes than Yonghoon, a black tank top and grey lounge shorts, but he was blessed with a big dick even when it’s not rapidly hardening in his shorts, and he’s not wearing underwear.
He tugs at the waistband, pulling the shorts a little tighter so the bulge is more visible, which has the added effect of pushing his tank top up so his stomach shows a little. He snaps the picture, sending it to Yonghoon immediately.
Oh 🫨
God, he wants to fuck him.
yeah
want u so bad, baby
I want you too 🥺
Dongmyeong groans. A stupid pleading eyes emoji shouldn’t have this kind of effect on him, but it looks so much like Yonghoon. He can picture so perfectly how pretty he’d look if he were here now, looking up at Dongmyeong with those big brown eyes, on his knees or underneath him on the bed.
are you doing anything about it?
Not yet. But I want to.
Dongmyeong’s heart races. Yonghoon is such a good boy, not touching without permission.
i want you to
i want to see
He stares at the screen, expecting another text or photo to pop up, maybe a video if Yonghoon is feeling daring. The FaceTime ringtone nearly startles him out of his skin, and he yelps in surprise, almost dropping the phone. He taps to answer, leaving his camera off for now.
“What the fuck, Yonghoon,” he hisses.
Yonghoon’s camera is pointed at the wall, so he can’t see him yet, but he can hear the pout in his voice. “You wanted to see.”
“You’re at your parents’ house,” Dongmyeong reminds him, voice barely above a whisper.
Yonghoon flips the camera, and any protests die in Dongmyeong’s throat. Yonghoon is stretched out across the twin bed in his old room, nearly too tall to fit, and that goddamn lingerie makes him look so. Corruptible.
“Oh my God, I wish I was with you,” Dongmyeong blurts. “I want to fuck you in that bed.”
Yonghoon smiles shyly, his blush reaching all the way down to his collarbones. “I don’t think we’d fit.”
“I’d make us fit.”
Dongmyeong turns his camera on, so Yonghoon can see him too. He doesn’t miss the way Yonghoon’s eyes widen when he comes onscreen, even though he’s just showing his face, and it makes him feel powerful.
“You showered,” Yonghoon observes.
Dongmyeong fiddles with his still-damp hair. “And I’m gonna need another one, thanks to you.”
He switches cameras, holding the phone so Yonghoon has a front-row view of the tent in his shorts. He squeezes himself through the fabric, more to tease Yonghoon than get any pleasure, and is rewarded by the older man whimpering.
“Would you beg for it?” he asks, heart hammering in his chest as he tries to keep his voice down.
“I’ll beg for it now, if you want me to.” When Dongmyeong doesn’t respond, he makes good on his words. “Please? Please oppa, I want your cock.”
Dongmyeong twitches, and he knows Yonghoon sees. The grey shorts don’t hide anything.
“If you were here, I’d make you suck it.” He palms himself, biting his lip to hold back a moan.
“I would,” Yonghoon replies easily. “Get on my knees for you and…”
Dongmyeong looks at the screen. Yonghoon’s flipped the camera too, his free hand clutching the sheets so tightly, fighting the urge to touch himself because Dongmyeong hasn’t told him he can yet.
“Good girl,” Dongmyeong praises. The words fall off his tongue easily, before he registers what exactly he’s saying, and it’s only when Yonghoon moans and repeats it back that he does.
“Am I a good girl, oppa?”
“The best.” The friction through the shorts isn’t nearly enough, so Dongmyeong lifts his hips, tugging the shorts down and shimmying out of them. He can hear Yonghoon’s breathing get heavier over the phone when his cock springs free, and he giggles at how obvious he is. “You can touch yourself now, babygirl.”
He looks at the screen, to see how eagerly Yonghoon follows orders, and he thought he couldn’t get much harder but somehow he does because instead of reaching for his cock, Yonghoon’s hand drifts up his stomach, dipping beneath one of the bra cups to brush over his nipple, like a fucking girl playing with her tits.
“You’re gonna kill me,” Dongmyeong breathes, wrapping his hand around himself and stroking. He bites his lip, hyper-aware of the fact that his parents are a room away, but far too horny not to indulge. Maybe they’re asleep, if he’s lucky. “What made you want to buy lingerie, anyway?”
They’ve talked about their fantasies, things they want to try, and this never came up. Dongmyeong isn’t opposed to it, obviously, but it’s coming a little out of left field.
Yonghoon hums. “Just really wanted to wear it when I saw it,” he admits. Then, “Wanted to be a good girl for you, oppa.”
“You are.” Dongmyeong slides his foreskin back, circling his thumb over the head. “I wanna fuck you so bad, babygirl.”
“Want that too, oppa.” Yonghoon whimpers again, back arching just from playing with his tit.
Dongmyeong’s heartbeat pounds in his ears. Yonghoon is at home. His own parents are a room away. This is so stupid and dangerous, and yet…
“Do you have lube?”
“Always,” Yonghoon admits, and that goes right to Dongmyeong’s dick. He’s really so needy he brings lube for a 2-night stay at his parents’ house, like he knew he’d miss Dongmyeong enough to want to finger himself.
“Please get it. I want you to open yourself up for me.”
Yonghoon doesn’t have to be told twice. He gets up from the bed, leaving his phone behind as he goes to get the lube. Dongmyeong takes the opportunity to strip out of his tank top, leaving him naked when Yonghoon returns.
“Hold on,” he tells him, and Dongmyeong waits patiently, watching as Yonghoon positions the camera so Dongmyeong will have a good view of the action and Yonghoon will be able to use both hands. As he’s doing so, Dongmyeong finds out the lingerie has another surprise: a heart cut out in the back, so Yonghoon will be able to finger himself without removing any clothes.
“Your mom really bought that this was for your girlfriend?”
Yonghoon gives him a look that all but says Do you really want to talk about my mother right now? but he answers anyway. “Yes. A little too well, actually; she wants to meet her.”
Dongmyeong laughs. “You’ll have to stage a breakup.”
He watches as Yonghoon uncaps the lube, squeezing some onto his fingers and reaching behind him, sliding the first finger in with a soft little gasp.
Dongmyeong strokes himself slowly, lazily, enough to stay hard but not really chasing pleasure yet. His eyes are locked on Yonghoon on the screen, the way his fingers disappear inside himself as he quickly adds another.
“Tell oppa how your pussy feels.”
He sees the way Yonghoon clenches around his fingers, hears the squeal punched out of his chest from surprise and arousal.
“Tight, oppa.” His voice is high, breathy. “Wish these were your fingers.”
“Me too.” Dongmyeong strokes a little faster now, remembering the last time he was inside Yonghoon, how warm and wet and tight he felt around him. “Wanna feel your pussy open up around my fingers, my cock.”
“Please,” Yonghoon whines. Dongmyeong wishes so badly he could give him what they both want.
“When we’re home,” he promises. “Oppa will fuck you so good, baby. For now, just…” He trails off, watching as Yonghoon pulls his fingers out so he can add more lube, adding a third finger when he pushes back in. “Fuck, baby. You’re so wet, yeah? Taking those fingers so well.”
Yonghoon pauses, and Dongmyeong can tell that he’s shaking. “Don’t cum yet,” he warns. “Wait for me.”
“That’s… really hard to do when you say things like that,” Yonghoon mumbles. Dongmyeong wants to kiss the pout he knows is on his face.
“But you’ll do it.” Dongmyeong knows. “You will cause you’re good for me. My good girl.”
Yonghoon starts moving his fingers again, more slowly this time. As much as Dongmyeong enjoys the view, there’s something he’s missing. “Can you move the camera so I can see your face?”
Yonghoon obliges, and when his face appears onscreen again, Dongmyeong smiles. “That’s better. You can see me too, right?”
Yonghoon nods, eyes darkening as his gaze fixes on the image of Dongmyeong’s cock.
“Good. Keep looking at me, baby. Imagine this inside you.”
Now, he strokes himself in earnest, knowing that Yonghoon is watching. Objectively, he knows he looks good. He got a lot of compliments on his hands from the men who DMed him on Grindr before he and Yonghoon started hooking up; he knows just the sight of his long fingers wrapped around his hard cock is enough to make men drool. But those stupid men also expected Dongmyeong to bottom just because he’s short and slender, so the only opinion he cares about is Yonghoon’s.
“I am,” Yonghoon breathes. “I wish it was… wish you were inside my pussy.”
Dongmyeong twitches again, stilling his hand so he won’t cum too soon. When the urge passes, he moves his hand lower, rolling over his balls. He bites his lip to hold back another moan, imagining Yonghoon’s hands, his lips, his tongue. “I miss you so bad, baby.”
He’s not sure how they made it through Yonghoon’s military enlistment, if just a couple days apart has them both so keyed up now.
“Miss you too.”
“You’re gonna cum for me, right? Make a mess in those pretty pink panties?”
“Yes.” Yonghoon whimpers. “Really soon if you keep talking like that.”
Dongmyeong wishes they had more time to draw this out so he could tease him, more privacy so he could hear Yonghoon’s pretty noises get louder and louder as they grow more desperate.
But they’re both a room away from their parents.
Parents who think Dongmyeong and Yonghoon are just platonic bandmates, have no idea they’re fucking, and Dongmyeong would like to keep it that way. What they’re doing is already incredibly risky, they really can’t afford anything more.
“I’m getting there too,” he decides, licking his palm to get a little more glide before moving his hand back to his dick. This time, he lets a quiet moan slip out, stroking the shaft while his thumb circles the tip.
“Okay.” Yonghoon breathes louder, and when Dongmyeong looks at the screen, his eyes are half-lidded. But they’re still locked on his phone screen, Dongmyeong notices, remembering his earlier instruction for Yonghoon to keep looking at him. He’s still following that order, and it makes the skin all over Dongmyeong’s body feel impossibly tight.
“Baby,” he gasps. “You’re so good for me, my… fucking… good girl.”
Yonghoon’s answering moan is barely audible, like he’s fighting to keep himself quiet. “Please. Please, oppa, can I cum?”
“Yeah.” Dongmyeong bites his lip, gluing his eyes on his phone screen. Yonghoon’s eyes finally flutter closed, his lips parting in a perfect little o shape. Dongmyeong talks him through it. “Cum for me, babygirl. Cum for oppa.”
And Yonghoon does, his whole body tensing as he cums untouched. “Look at you, baby, cumming just from playing with your pussy.”
Yonghoon whimpers, flushing the prettiest pink to match his lingerie.
Dongmyeong slows his pace again, holding out until Yonghoon’s eyes flutter open again, until his dazed eyes are looking at Dongmyeong through the camera.
“Good girl. Now watch me.”
And Yonghoon does, though his gaze is so hazy it’s like he’s struggling to keep his eyes open. Dongmyeong moves his phone, changing the angle so he’s filming from below, so Yonghoon can see more of him. He speeds up then, jerking furiously, biting his lip hard to keep himself quiet.
Yonghoon calls out for him—“Oppa”—and his voice sounds so broken and needy that Dongmyeong snaps, like a rubber band pulled too tight. His balls tighten, and he fucks up into his hand, spilling all over himself with an aborted cry of “oh, fuck!”
The shame sets in before he even comes down. What the fuck did they just do?
He lays still, catching his breath, not wanting to face Yonghoon and have to acknowledge what just happened.
“Dongmyeong?”
Yonghoon’s voice comes through the phone, and Dongmyeong groans. He has to be a person now, doesn’t he?
He grabs the phone with his clean hand, stomach twisting as he looks at the screen. “Was that… weird?” He chews his lip.
Yonghoon’s expression is unreadable. “If it was, I started it,” he points out. “Does it matter?”
And maybe it doesn’t. It’s not like anything about his and Yonghoon’s relationship is conventional. Is this really that different?
“I miss you,” he says, deflecting.
Yonghoon smiles tiredly. If they were together, this is when Dongmyeong would cuddle up with him, holding him tightly to help ground the both of them. He feels adrift without Yonghoon there.
“I miss you too. But we’ll be home in a couple days.”
Home. Yonghoon is literally at his parents’ house, the place he lived the better part of his youth, but it isn’t home to him anymore. Dongmyeong is.
“I need another shower,” he says. Deflecting, again.
Yonghoon laughs. “Me too. Wish we could take it together.”
“You know damn well we wouldn’t get clean at all if we did that.”
Yonghoon smiles, and Dongmyeong’s heart lurches. Home. “Exactly.”