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Hanbin cries every time they have sex. Tears roll down her cheeks in miserable paths, cutting identical lines down her face. The watery stars in her eyes well as Zhang Hao's lips wrap around the soft and growing tissue at her breast before spilling over as the girl tugs on the sensitive nipple. She sniffles, the sound cutting through the otherwise quiet room. The soft suckling sounds from her girlfriend's lips pause, and Zhang Hao raises her face from where she had been buried between the small, yet soft mounds of Hanbin's chest.
Seeing the wetness on the girl's face, Zhang Hao smiles. She always smiles, viewing the overwhelming emotions flowing over her cheeks in beautiful, sparkling arcs under the soft glow of the mood lighting the girl had bought Hanbin for her last birthday. Her delicate fingers reach between them, leaving the mound of Hanbin's left breast behind to trace over the lines crisscrossing Hanbin's cheeks. All it does is spurn on more tears at the delicate and gentle touch of her lover.
Zhang Hao hums, finally wiping away the tracks of tears on both sides with the back of her hand. Hanbin's chest heaves and she sniffs back more tears. "What's wrong, Binnie," Zhang Hao's voice is soft and inquisitive as she asks. Hanbin always cries when she touches her, but she has hardly touched the girl. Zhang Hao had already planned to spend the better part of the night taking the girl apart, and it is awfully early for her miserable tears to start when they hadn't done anything.
Hanbin chest heaves again, the girl sniffling pitifully. Zhang Hao brushes the whispy curls away from her forehead where they stuck with perspiration. "It hurts," she whispers, like a child admitting she had done something wrong. However, this lovely girl could never do anything wrong in Zhang Hao's eyes, and the guilt laced in her words twists in Zhang Hao's chest. "They're still too sensitive." Hanbin's bottom lip juts out in a pitiful pout that Zhang Hao cannot help herself from capturing between her own lips.
When she pulls away, Hanbin chases her lips as she always does, leaning up on her elbows to press their lips together once again, despite another tear cutting a path down her cheek. With a chuckle, Zhang Hao humors her, allowing the girl to kiss her breathless and press her tongue between her lips. Hanbin pulls her close, wrapping her arms around Zhang Hao's torso to pull her completely on top of herself. Finally, when Hanbin starts to get carried away and her hips jump each time Zhang Hao's body moves as she adjusts their position, Zhang Hao pulls away, ducking her head in the elegant line of Hanbin's neck.
Hanbin does not stop, she continues to press breathy, open-mouthed kisses to Zhang Hao's neck, and it is easy to get swept up into the girl's sweet advances. Hanbin is always so gentle like this, her touches feathery light and Zhang Hao finds herself lost in the feeling. Hanbin, as mischievous as she is, knows this to be a fact and uses it to her advantage, thoigh Zhang Hao is well aware of the girl's attempt at distracting her. As Hanbin's tongue begins to lathe at the skin of her neck, Zhang Hao presses a hand to her chest, pushing Hanbin off with a loud suction.
Her eyes are starry and full of intangible guilt that Zhang Hao has never gotten to the heart of, but she could get lost in them anyway. This time, she does not, but their gaze holds for a heavy moment between them.
"You're too pretty and you keep distracting me," Zhang Hao accuses in an light tone, smiling above Hanbin's face.
"Why would I distract you, Jiejie?" Hanbin is breathy, her voice already hoarse from kissing and the crying, stirring up arousal deep in Zhang Hao's belly. Her cheeks are painted a lovely pink, her ears a fierce crimson, and she's absolutely lovely.
Zhang Hao was always fond of beautiful objects, and Hanbin was her prized possession. Even before she was as lovely as she was now, Zhang Hao loved her and coveted her from the first moment she saw the girl. She wanted her before Hanbin even knew she was a girl—before the thought that Zhang Hao planted in her mind had ever crossed it. Her lovely treasure. A diamond she had found in the rough; jewels which had sunk to the bottom of the ocean. Hanbin lies under her, polished and shined and displayed exactly the way she was meant to be.
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It was a fateful meeting, when Zhang Hao met her future girlfriend through a friend of a friend who ran the LGBTQIA+ club at their university who had a childhood friend he brought to a party. Hanbin was lovely even then, with his cropped hair and the flannel that hung off his shoulders—the slightest bit of soft white skin exposed so delicately. Zhang Hao was enraptured from the moment she saw him, even from afar. His hips moved on their own to the low thrum of the music as he chatted with a drink in his hand.
Matthew had introduced her, despite neither of them knowing each other well. "This is Zhang Hao, she’s friends with Riki," is all he had said, as if that explained the multitudes of who Zhang Hao was. Though, it was hardly inaccurate as Riki was a campus-famous mean lesbian who only surrounded herself other mean lesbians, usually those who were in the arts. Zhang Hao was all of those things: mean, a lesbian, and in the arts, as she was studying violin.
"Nice to meet you, Zhang Hao. I'm Sung Hanbin," he introduced politely, sticking his hand out to shake hers. She had made it a personal rule to minimize her physical contact with men, even gay men, but she took his hand in hers anyways. It was callused and felt all wrong, like it did not match the starry light that shone in his eyes, but his hand was still smaller than hers, which did feel right.
"You can call me Hao, or just Unnie," she laughed, and Hanbin startled, retreating his hand instantly from her grip.
"Oh, I’m—I'm not—," his cheeks flushed and his hands rose defensively as he stuttered his words, fumbling with an explanation for the situation that would not have needed one.
"I'm just joking. You can call me Noona, if you're more comfortable," Zhang Hao laughed, but somehow even that did not feel quite right to the girl. She had never introduced herself to a man as Unnie before, hardly even gave another man the license to call her anything but her name, but the words had slipped out with Hanbin for some reason—a certain type of premonition.
Hanbin's shoulders released their tension as he sighed in relief. There was something there, and Zhang Hao had the determination and the interest to get to the bottom of it.
Though Zhang Hao never made it a priority to spend her free time alongside any man who wasn't her father, the connection with Hanbin was instant in a way she had never experienced before. Her friends were always girls, had been since she was old enough to play on the playground with other children until now at the ripe age of twenty-two—they were always girls. She was friendly with men when they intersected her friend group through boyfriends or by happenstance, and she hardly lived up to her reputation as a mean lesbian when straight men got a little too close on a night out, but Hanbin was different.
Their hearts were the same, Zhang Hao noted, even from the very first time they met. The night was spent in blissful awe as they increasingly found more similarities and ways they seemed to be reflections of each other. Hearts wound in gold-spun passions for music and expression, the desire to teach children, the stubborn insistence on following dreams that might never bring more than smiles on their faces. Zhang Hao hardly drank, despite that being the entire reason for stepping out of her cozy single apartment when the rest of her friends were too busy for her, and the few sips Hanbin had tinged his ears a sweet pink throughout the night. It was a friendship forged by fate.
At the end of the night, Zhang Hao left Hanbin with a kiss on the cheek and his number saved in her phone under 'Pretty Hanbin,' and Hanbin left with an old hookup making a mess of the man's carefully executed makeup hanging from his arm.
It was strange, how much Zhang Hao enjoyed Hanbin's company. It was wholly unusual, but she couldn't stop herself from seeing Hanbin or thinking about him again and again. Hanbin was lively, bright like the sun lived under his skin, and it warmed Zhang Hao whenever she was at his side. Zhang Hao herself was the moon, presenting as the cool, yet pale elegance of the celestial being, yet she quickly realized herself that she had not been able to shine unless Hanbin was at her side, an otherwise hulking rock in the night sky without him.
Being attracted to Hanbin was never something she expected. Even as a teenage girl, Zhang Hao never remembered hapless crushes on boys or male celebrities the way her friends all had at the time. Zhang Hao had wholly separated herself from men in almost every sense of the word, yet Hanbin was always her exception. Hanbin in all his kindness and his gentle compassion and need to please made no sense when she looked at the delicately boyish features of his face that she fell in love with more each time she saw him.
Dancing had straightened Hanbin's shoulders, bulking his biceps and broadening the width of his stature. His waist was straight and his torso short. He was tall, just as tall as Zhang Hao herself, though not quite. When their study sessions grew long, the faintest shadow of facial hair would grow on his chin and above his top lip in patches. Hanbin was a boy, he was a man, but Zhang Hao wanted him, and it didn't make sense.
Hanbin was a girl, and Zhang Hao was the first to know, before Hanbin even knew himself. The sweetness of his voice, that would hum soft tunes from his childhood to himself as he concentrated, the lovely dimples that left feline whiskers on his cheeks as he laughed, the sharp bow of his lips that all but disappeared when he smiled, which was more often than not. The bright stars in his eyes and the way his hands danced with each of his words. The way his body moved as he danced, the sharp lines and the delicate shapes they created. Zhang Hao started creating her own list, making note of her friend's natural feminity, puzzle pieces coming together in her own head as she continued to tumble down the long shaft of falling in love with Sung Hanbin.
Zhang Hao's resolves snaps on a quiet evening in her apartment, alone with Hanbin, like any other night. She broke her rule, to never allow a man into her personal space, but if her firm suspicions were correct, she believed that rule would have never been broken, not be Hanbin at least. Hanbin sat with his legs crossed on her couch, a pen between his teeth as he stared mindlessly at his laptop screen. Zhang Hao was across the room at the table with her own textbooks spread out in front of her, yet entirely distracted by the shape of Hanbin's lips around his pen and the thin shorts he was wearing that were riding up his soft thighs, a new addition to Zhang Hao's reasoning for herself to justify what she would say to him next.
"Hanbin-ah, do you really not want me?" Zhang Hao asked, breaking the previously productive silence and shifting Hanbin's focus; though she had a firm suspicion that Hanbin wasn't nearly as focused as he pretended to be, given his quick reaction. Hanbin's pen fell from his mouth, dropping to his lap, and his mouth fell with it. His eyes blinked wide in shock, yet a flash of something else, guilt, as it turns out, which Zhang Hao suspected and would have confirmed from Hanbin's own lips later on.
Zhang Hao, as forward as she was, turned back to her textbooks, closing them gently to leave the question hanging in the air, for Hanbin to ponder over it. With the table cleared, she turned back to him, where Hanbin sat with his own mess of work surrounding him and his mouth still gaping and unable to answer.
Smiling, Zhang Hao rose from her seat to step into Hanbin's space, all as he watched with shock and fear in his eyes as Zhang Hao cleared his lap free of his laptop and the papers scattered around his spot in the middle of the small couch. Hanbin let it happen, like he always has when Zhang Hao and her smile is involved.
With Hanbin's lap cleared, as Hanbin stared up at her, clueless and in shock, Zhang Hao planted a knee at his side and then another at the opposite side, straddling his own crossed legs as she sat on him. Hanbin finally cracked, a loud gasp falling from his lips in surprise.
"All this time, and you've never thought about this? About us?" Zhang Hao continued, and with their noses almost brushing from their closeness, she could see the guilt flash in his eyes. He had thought about it, but his words would deny it for the moment.
"Noona," Hanbin started, and the word grated under her skin. It was wrong; Hanbin was never meant to call her that. "I'm not straight. I—I don't like girls," Hanbin explained away, though the stuttering was enough for Zhang Hao to know that wasn't the truth. Hanbin was gay, always had been. He hadn't even touched a woman in his entire life, as he had proudly told her when Zhang Hao declared the same, that she had never been with a man before—but that was too simple for Hanbin. He liked her, wanted her, but the problem was never that Zhang Hao was a girl; to Zhang Hao, it was that Hanbin was.
"Neither am I, Hanbin-ah," Zhang Hao's voice was soft, approaching Hanbin like he was a timid animal as she brushed her fingers through his hair gently. It was late in the semester at the time, the season tipping into winter and he hadn't had a haircut in months. His bangs had grown out longer than usual and his hair curled around his ears. The length softened all of his features, making his face even sweeter and more irresistible to Zhang Hao herself.
Hanbin laughed, the soft and high-pitched sound that was always lovely music to Zhang Hao's ears. Her favorite sound. "I don't think lesbians sleep with gay men, Hao-yah," Hanbin teased, trying to ease the tension, though his hands grasped at her hips subconsciously, pulling her closer.
Zhang Hao smiled knowingly to herself. Leaning forward, she pressed a gentle kiss to Hanbin's cheek, an action she had completed hundreds of times in the past. However, this time Hanbin gasped and his grip on her hips tightened.
"They don't," she agreed as she pulled back to peer back into Hanbin's doe eyes, wide with uncertainty. "I don't sleep with men," she confirmed.
Hanbin was confused, he always was back then, until everything eventually made sense to him, with Zhang Hao's help. "Then why—," Hanbin questioned, but before he could finish the sentence, Zhang Hao leaned forward, catching Hanbin's lips with her own.
Zhang Hao didn't know what it was like kissing a boy, but she was certain Hanbin kissed like a girl. Even with the light stubble scratching against her chin, Hanbin's lips were soft and moved with the gentle messiness of a girl rife with unrealized desire. Zhang Hao had kissed girls in the dark of night, in closets and under covers—girls too scared of their desires to act on them in the light of day. Hanbin wanted her, maybe even more than Zhang Hao wanted Hanbin, and he kissed back with the same secret passion of those stolen kisses.
Though Hanbin kissed like girls Zhang Hao knew, his body reacted in ways Zhang Hao wasn't familiar with. Her hands pulled his face forward as his palms splayed across her back, forcing their bodies together; they were so tightly woven that it would be impossible to separate them. Bound together, Hanbin's arousal became more apparent, unfamiliarly so. Against the crease of her jeans, right where the seam split her pants in half and where her own desire for Hanbin was pooling, soaking through her underwear, Hanbin's erection pressed firmly against her.
She didn't mean to at the time, but Zhang Hao gasped in surprise, pulling their mouths apart. Despite Hanbin denying his interest in the girl, he chased her lips, following where Zhang Hao had pulled away. She couldn't move far, in Hanbin's embrace, but her hands fell from his face to his shoulders to hold Hanbin back, much to his embarrassed chagrin.
"I want you, Hanbin," Zhang Hao declared, as if her stalking Hanbin like the predator she was hadn't made that fact obvious enough. Hanbin pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, gnawing on it anxiously. The words fell over their shoulders like a cloak, a quiet stillness settling between them as they gazed back at each other. It was long, painfully long, before Hanbin nodded timidly in final agreement.
Zhang Hao broke out into a lovely, brilliant smile that Hanbin reflected back so easily, as he always did with Zhang Hao. She pressed her lips to his again, pleased with the way she had convinced him so easily.
"You can fuck me, but I want something from you," she smiled coyly, looping her arms around Hanbin's shoulders. In spite of Zhang Hao being the one to express her need for Hanbin first, Hanbin's mouth opens as he nods, waiting expectatnyl for her request as if he was the one begging to sleep with her. "Call me Unnie," she whispered against his lips, the words vibrating against his mouth.
Hanbin pulled the air from her own mouth when he gasped, but his hips jumped subconsciously. "Noona," he cried, grating against Zhang Hao's ears with the word. "I can't," he pled.
"You can. You will, or I will go home," Zhang Hao continued, the words forming on Hanbin's own lips as she spoke in such close proximity. "You'll fuck me and call me Unnie, or we won't see each other again."
It was a harsh, manipulative threat, but also a completely empty one, whether Hanbin knew that or not. Zhang Hao couldn't give up on Hanbin, especially not after pushing the boundaries on their confusing friendship. However, Hanbin needed the push, needed the threat of loss to make a move, to do anything.
"Hao-unnie," Hanbin gasped, and finally, it felt right between them. Zhang Hao's heart exploded with affection, and her lips found Hanbin's again, meeting them in a desperate and tender expression of the timid, confusing situation they found themselves in.
Kissing Hanbin was sweet, it was always sweet, but their lips met for the first time under a more honest approach. His sincere naivety in the moment was so sugary sweet that Zhang Hao could taste him on her tongue. The uncertainty, the innocence, the desire—she could feel it wherever he touched her. She could feel it in the way that he gasped and each breath he took in shock. He was lovely, and he was all Zhang Hao's—whatever way she wanted him.
Through his shorts, Hanbin was hard, and Zhang Hao loved the feeling. She had never slept with anyone with a cock specifically, excluding all the fake ones that had been used on her in different capacities, and had never had the interest to. However, with Hanbin warm and growing under her, Zhang Hao wasn't sure she could settle for anything else in the future.
Hanbin's shorts were thin and did not hide anything, revealing just how much he wanted Zhang Hao. She took advantage of such honesty, dragging her cunt against him achingly slow until his moans and soft cries of 'Unnie' were too much to keep their lips connected and the honorific became natural rolling off his tongue. When she pulled back, Hanbin chased after her again. Zhang Hao couldn't help but run her fingers over his cheeks, tucking his hair behind his blazing ears.
When she found his eyes again, they were glassy, like they were filled with wet stars ready to fall in the sky. "Take me to my room, Binnie," she smiled, and Hanbin could never deny her when she smiled so sweetly.
In her small room, the bed was hardly big enough for the both of them, but they didn't need much space. Zhang Hao's jeans and underwear had been tossed to the side, her bare chest exposed to the ceiling, and Hanbin laid with his stomach pressed to the bed between her legs as he blew shaky yet warm breaths against her wet cunt. Embarrassingly, for both of them, Zhang Hao has given Hanbin the briefest anatomy lesson as he was nervous and lost. Their cheeks grew unbearably pink in the wake of such a candid discussion during their illict affair, and Zhang Hao cut herself short and gave Hanbin free reign to explore.
Time stretched out as Hanbin stared at her vagina, a completely foreign landscape he had never seen with his own two eyes before. Zhang Hao had never been self conscious in the past, but with Hanbin between her legs wholly unsure, she began to regret ever asking this of him. Just as she had started to call him off, his calloused hand grasped her thigh. She gasped under him, spreading her legs out further subconsciously. Hanbin still made no movement to touch her, and she finally rose on her elbows to meet his eyes. Between her legs, Hanbin was overwhelmed, his gaze shaking with his uncertainty.
"Just touch me, Bin-ah. I will tell you if I like it or not. Make Unnie feel good," she sighed, and Hanbin nodded, breathing in her guidance like air. Finally, the tips his fingers grazed her folds, the feather-light touch causing her hips to jump. She had fantasized about Hanbin touching her often, and the dream coming to fruition was even more vivid than she could have imagine. The reaction spurned him on, Hanbin gaining more confidence to simply touch.
Hanbin was curious, unfamiliar with pleasing a woman or someone without the same hardware that he himself carried, but he took his time, exploring and diligently checking the girl's reactions with each touch and every gesture. He was a quick learner, as if he was always meant to please her, finding the perfect rhythm of his thumb against her clit and the angle to reach best inside of her.
Maybe Hanbin was extraordinarily gifted, maybe he was made for Zhang Hao, or maybe he simply was meant to sleep with someone who had a cunt, but the girl underneath him reached her climax in record speed from his careful touch. Or maybe Zhang Hao was simply in love for the first time, she couldn't be sure as every orgasm with Hanbin in the future would be just as easy. With two fingers inside her and Hanbin's thumb dragging lazy circles against her clit, Zhang Hao came with a ragged gasp, surprising them both. It shook out of her, violent in its release, as if a warning for whatever between her and Hanbin would come.
"Hanbin, you fuck like a girl," she gasped, once she was free from the throes of her sudden and harsh orgasm. Hanbin blushed head to toe, from his ears to his cheeks to his chest to even the palms of his hands. He was pleased, and he could not hold back his smile.
"Is that a good thing," he questioned, smiling between her legs as he gently pulled his fingers from inside of her as her hole gaped, her body itself already missing being filled by Hanbin.
"Of course it is. I only fuck girls," Zhang Hao laughed, incredulously. Hanbin was a quick study at the time, and it could have been his inexperience combined with his sincerity, but he was better than she could have imagined.
"What does that make me then," he teased, though that truly was the question of the hour. What was Hanbin? Who was he? Because despite their convictions and their hardlined sexualities, they were tossing around in bed together.
"I only sleep with girls, Hanbin," she repeated, this time with more conviction and resolve. Even then, especially after being touched by Hanbin, there was only one explanation for their attraction.
Hanbin's eyes shifted away uncomfortably, a light chuckle falling from his lips as he tried to laugh off the comment, as if it was a joke, though it was clear in the awkward atmosphere that they both knew Zhang Hao was serious. "It's funny you say that," Hanbin cleared his throat, pulling off the bed to distract from his obvious discomfort. "A few of the guys I've fucked have said the same thing," he chuckled to himself, though the comment was stuck in his throat, a discomfort he had laughed away. As he spoke, he pulled his shirt over his head, and Zhang Hao was met with milky skin, a soft stomach, and a meaty chest that would put her own to shame.
"Did they mean it in a good way?" Zhang Hao asked, pressing deeper into Hanbin's obvious wounds, forcing vulnerability.
"No," he smiled, ducking his head to crawl over her body.
Zhang Hao hummed, drawing her fingers through Hanbin's hair. With his body on top of hers, Zhang Hao could hardly find any differences. Their heights were the same, their hair was cropped to similar lengths, their chest pressed together the same, and even their hearts beat at the same time. "Men don't deserve you, Hanbin. You should only sleep with lesbians in the future."
"What other lesbian would sleep with me besides you, Noona," Hanbin slipped, letting the honorific roll off his tongue while he was flustered. At the same time, his hips rolled against Zhang Hao's bare middle, dragging his clothed cock through her wet slick.
"Call me Unnie," Zhang Hao hissed, sneaking her fingers underneath Hanbin's shorts and underwear to grasp at the mound his ass, eliciting a loud groan from him. "Don't sleep with anyone else. Only Unnie," she warned, and in the crook of her neck, Hanbin nodded.
They fumbled through the rest of the night, the actions familiar yet not at the same time. Zhang Hao pulled his shorts and underwear down as Hanbin's tongue explored her neck and clavicles. His cock was big, and Zhang Hao in turn was uncertain how to maneuver it, her own discomfort showing, yet never with Hanbin himself.
"You're so wet, Binnie," she gasped, her fingers grazing the tip. Hanbin was sensitive, gasping and curling in on himself with her touch, unlike any man she had ever seen in porn or in the stories of her few straight friends' sexual escapades they recounted to her. She had never known a man to strangle out gasps from simple touches, or to whimper in women's ears or call out 'Unnie,' simply from a touch. "Your clit is so hard," she tested out, swiping her thumb experimentally over the slit.
The groan Hanbin let out was pained, unable to hold back with his most sensitive part held between Zhang Hao's hands. He couldn't hide under her touch, and from the way he spurted more precome, Zhang Hao knew he liked it.
Things fell into place uncertainly after that, Hanbin pressing inside Zhang Hao as they grasped hold of each other. Hanbin was clumsy, too fast and too hard at first before Zhang Hao taught him differently.
"We're making love, Hanbin. You don't have to fuck me the way those boys wanted. Move how you want me, not the way they wanted you," Zhang Hao corrected, and Hanbin took the words to heart. He was eager, but his movements slowed, his thrusts dragging deep inside her each time. As he readjusted, his own cries echoed Zhang Hao's, the pair echoing off the walls with each push inside of her. His mouth was everywhere, kissing and tongueing at her neck and pulling her nipples between his lips. Without prompting, his hand snuck between them and flicked against her clit. He was soft, he was sweet, and he was exactly how Zhang Hao wanted him.
"You're so sweet, so good, so pretty, Hanbin," Zhang Hao echoed in his ear over and over, praising him for being so gentle, for being so good to her, for how lovely he was in the moment. Hanbin breathed in all the praise, soaking it up like a sponge. "My lovely girl," Zhang Hao let slip out as their orgasms approached them both, and Hanbin pulled out just in time to spurt his release over the softness of Zhang Hao's stomach. At the same time, his fingers pressed harder on her clit, forcing a second violent orgasm from Zhang Hao.
When she came back to consciousness, she was met with the sound of sniffling and wet tears soaking her neck where Hanbin had tucked himself. He was crying heartachingly, unable to hold himself back. When Zhang Hao asked about it, he shook his head, shaking in her arms with his tears. Instead, she ran her fingers through his hair and over his back, returning the gentleness he always paid her.
"You were so good, Hanbin-ah," she soothed. "You're the best girl I have ever slept with."
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"It never should have happened."
"I'm gay and you're a lesbian, it doesn't make any sense."
"It was a mistake."
After the first time they slept together, Hanbin had an endless list of excuses why it could never happen again. His convictions were too strict and his personality too stubborn to allow himself to simply want Zhang Hao, to relish in the memory of her soft skin and how good she felt. Instead, he tried, and failed, to push her away. Hanbin ran, but Zhang Hao was always faster, always more clever when she discovered all of his hiding places.
Endlessly, they fell into Zhang Hao's small twin bed together. Even as Hanbin avoided her, and even as Zhang Hao had to coax him out of his flawed predispositions, they still wound up naked and on top of each other in new ways that awakened new feelings and experiences neither of them were familiar with.
Zhang Hao asked, required a certain level of vulnerability from Hanbin, but there was always a firm brick wall between them that Zhang Hao tried her hardest to break through. Hanbin was uncomfortable in his skin, and he was only himself in the quiet of Zhang Hao's bedroom when she whispered praises and feminine terms of endearment until he was coming with strangled gasps and soft whimpers of pleasure. Zhang Hao knew Hanbin's secret, even before he did, but the longer he spent under Zhang Hao's heady gaze and wrapped around her strong, yet soft body, the more this secret seemed to manifest underneath his skin.
Zhang Hao was no master of manipulation, but she knew Hanbin. She knew him better than himself because he reflected everything about her in himself. Even in the differences they laughed about or fought tirelessly over, they still perfectly mirrored the other. Hanbin was never a man, and she knew that deep in her heart, and she was certain that Hanbin knew it as well.
It all began in the bedroom. The messy and chaotic and unexpected relationship between two unlikely partners, two people who didn't make sense, but instead found themselves in the other. Zhang Hao's thumb on Hanbin's identity also first manifested when he was underneath her or she was underneath him. Hanbin only allowed himself to be whatever Zhang Hao wanted him to be, whoever Zhang Hao believed he was, under her covers.
She was always Unnie, Hanbin was always her pretty girl, her girlfriend—endlessly until he would repeat it, until his hesitation and resistance bled into warm acceptance. Until he was her girlfriend, until his clit was hard in her hands and he turned pink with each mention of how girly he was, how pretty he was, how much better he was as a girl.
Fear would often strike Hanbin suddenly when he found himself enjoying it too much, when he fell too deeply into the space and it became too real. Often, he would blink his eyes open in terror and shame, but Zhang Hao caressed his cheek with a tenderness that eased the fear that laced each of their interactions. He would deny any enjoyment he had previously found in the comfort of Zhang Hao's breast or the way her silvery words encouraging his quietest thoughts curled around her tongue and pressed into his own mouth.
It took little convincing, as it did with Zhang Hao's bedroom door closed, for Hanbin to volunteer himself to Zhang Hao and to position himself on his hands and knees on her small mattress as her fingers circled his rim.
"I've never bottomed before," he had admitted once, and Zhang Hao's eyes sparkled, lighting up with this new secret information. Even though his past envoys in the bedroom had ended disappointingly and with comments that lived under Hanbin's skin, he still had never been asked for anything else, anything more. "I never had any interest in it," he declared, though Zhang Hao was always the best at telling if he was lying, especially when his voice strained and his teeth tore through his bottom lip—an obvious tell.
Hanbin was easy when it came to Zhang Hao, hanging off each word that the girl spoke, batting his long eyelashes in her direction whenever she asked him of anything, and she always asked something of him. The suggestion that they try something new was not unwarranted, and it was not unwelcome. A certain excitement buzzed through Hanbin's veins at the suggestion, and goosebumps rose across the expanse of his skin before she had even touched him.
Hanbin was sensitive; he cried as he came, shivers and tremors often ran over his skin in the throes of being pleased and pleasing someone else, and fingers grazing against the buds at his chest would always have him crying out. Zhang Hao's gentle touch, her short nails running over his skin and her pointed words, all full of intention, exacerbated his sensitivity in every way.
"I've always been good with my fingers. Girls always tell me they can still feel me inside them, even if I only use two," she wiggled her fingers in front of Hanbin's face, and he crashed their lips together.
Hanbin was even prettier on his hands and knees, spread open and vulnerable in front of Zhang Hao. She couldn't hold back her smile, couldn't hide it from her words as she pressed her first finger inside of him. They had promised that Hanbin would direct her the same way she directed him the first time they collided, but in the same way that Hanbin was a natural talent for making Zhang Hao's head spin from his touch, Zhang Hao knew the exact language of Hanbin's body. He cried out, his head falling between his shoulders as he shook. He was always sensitive, but with her fingers inside of him, Hanbin was a whimpering mess.
High pitched whines Zhang Hao had never heard even once from the many times she had fell into bed with Hanbin tumbled from his lips endlessly. A dark red blush coated the expanse of his back, his neck and waist particularly flushed from his arousal and the stimulation from the girl fingering him so expertly. He was beautiful, he was perfect, and Zhang Hao sang his praises, pushing him even further than she had before.
"Your pussy was made for me, lovely girl," she whispered in Hanbin's ear, her breasts pressed to his back with two fingers pressed against his prostate. With just the words, Hanbin came with a shout, untouched completely. It was the prettiest sound she had ever heard. Hanbin blacked out from the pleasure, faceplanting into her pillow as his cock spurted endlessly. He had never came so hard in his life, he would comment later. He had never ruined anyone's sheets the same way he had with her. He had never felt so good with anyone else, and it never made sense. Just like the other girls she had slept with, Hanbin could still feel her two fingers inside of him for days.
Something shifted in Hanbin after this; he no longer pushed Zhang Hao away from him and he did not shy from her ministrations about who she believed he was. He smiled each time she welcomed him as her sweet or lovely or pretty girl every time they met, he stopped shying away from her affections outside the bedroom, even planting his own kisses to her cheeks, and he stopped minding the assumptions bystanders had about their relationship when they were together. Hanbin's hair continued to grow, his smile widened almost impossibly, and he was happier. Things had not quite clicked into place for him yet, but Zhang Hao was happier too.
"Be careful, Hao-yah. You're becoming someone we don't recognize," Zhang Hao's friends warned. The tall, mean lesbians. The girls Zhang Hao had forgotten about in the wake of Sung Hanbin. They never liked his presence around her, and they especially did not care for him when she let it slip that they had started sleeping together, but it was easy to reassure them that there was nothing to worry about with Hanbin—that he should possibly worry about her more in return. She was still the same, meaning she was still a lesbian and still like them, like she always had been, is what she meant, but Riki never believed her. Her plan was falling into place, and she had known that loving Hanbin was never her moral failing the way they all believed it was.
"They called me a sellout," Hanbin sighed, once the rumors spread outside their closest friends. Zhang Hao's friends were wary, but kinder. They had seen the same thing happen in the past before, and Hanbin at the very least had charmed most of her friends. If she was going to date a man, at least it was him. On the flip side, Hanbin's acquaintances scorned him with the news that he was dating a girl.
"Lesbians are nicer," he sighed, leaning his head into the crook of Zhang Hao's where they were pressed together on her small couch. Zhang Hao's apartment was too small for the both of them, but an itchy feeling creeped under his skin when he spent too long in his own dorm room with the messy boys he lived with.
Zhang Hao laughed. She had never heard that phrase before, especially not in reference to her friends in particular, but the thought made her giddy as it bubbled in her chest. She pressed a kiss to the top of Hanbin's moppy hair. "You can just be a lesbian too, silly," she giggled, and a low chuckle resounded in Hanbin's chest.
"I like the sound of that," he hummed, pulling her in closer.
"If we're both girls and only like each other, then it makes sense. You are whatever I am, and I am whatever you are. We're lesbians," she reasoned. In the past when Zhang Hao made comments like this, even in jest, Hanbin would grumble low in his chest in protest, but this time, Hanbin pulled her closer. He pressed his lips to her clothed collarbone, and even from the obscured angle, Zhang Hao could see even his fingers turning pink with a deep flush.
"I am whatever you are, and you're whatever I am," he whispered back to her, pleased with the words and the implication.
Those words hung heavily between them, echoing throughout all of their interactions. Whatever Zhang Hao was, so was Hanbin, and whatever Hanbin was, so was Zhang Hao. Their relationship was isolating, yet freeing. They were the same, so they could be themselves without the static noise from outside voices. Zhang Hao was a lost cause, too lost in Hanbin to listen to her concerned friends, and Hanbin was different. He was changing into someone no one but Zhang Hao recognized anymore. Hanbin had always been whoever everyone else wanted him to be now—now, he was solely becoming whoever Zhang Hao wanted him to be.
Slowly, Hanbin became the person she knew he was, even from their very first meeting, and he could feel it too. He was happier as his hair grew to be long enough to tuck gently behind his ears, but no longer than that. He warmed like a kitten in the sun each time she introduced him as her girlfriend, even when others laughed. They started sharing their wardrobes, and even though their styles mimicked each other, wearing Zhang Hao's sweatshirts doused in her floral perfume made his heart soar.
Like the lavender in June, Hanbin bloomed under Zhang Hao's affection. The lovely scent of love and acceptance wafted off of him, and everyone could smell it like the floral fields that bloomed just in time for his birth. Zhang Hao was a rebirth for him, she gave birth to who was he slowly becoming under her watchful guidance.
It was summer the first time Zhang Hao decided to change positions with Hanbin. He had learned everything else so diligently—he learned to use his tongue on her cunt and to suck her clit better than any woman she had ever slept with, he had accepted Zhang Hao's fingers and even her own tongue inside of him, the very same way she had loved other girls in the past, heartily. Even so, he had never had more than that, and Zhang Hao could sense he ached for it. Hanbin's words were lovely, always poetry to her ears, but he particularly spoke sweetly of how much he wanted everything with her.
It was not unfamiliar, this new thing between them. Everything they tried was their first, but with every other one of their firsts carefully written between them, Zhang Hao and her strap were not unfamiliar. She had used it on girls before, and she had done everything else with Hanbin, so much so that they accepted each new experience as an adventure.
Hanbin laid on his back, he preferred it when he could meet her eyes as they were intimate. He craved her gaze, even when they were apart, the heavy weight of it hung around his shoulders like a safety blanket. If her eyes were on him, he never had anything to worry about.
Zhang Hao's hands gripped the plush of his thighs, strong from dancing and also naturally with his full build. The cock strapped to her pelvic area was a deep pink; the color embarrassing for the both of them, especially because the sight of it hanging from Zhang Hao's abdomen had the both of them soaking through their underwear. Hanbin had came once already on Zhang Hao's fingers, and his body was painted a brilliant red—the prettiest color that Zhang Hao had ever seen. Her favorite color. Underneath her then, he was loose, dazed from his orgasm and dreamy as she pushed the obscenely colored cock inside of him.
Hanbin made the prettiest noises when there was another cock between his legs, his usual pitchy whines turning breathless and his whimpers amplifying in his pleasure. He never cried until he was on the brink of an orgasm the other times they had slept together, but with Zhang Hao fucking into him, Hanbin's tears spilled over his cheeks and pooled at his chin. Later in the night, she would leave his side to snap pictures to remember the tear tracks that ran down his flushed cheeks forever. A keepsake of the night that Hanbin found herself.
Even with her experience, Zhang Hao was clumsy, and her thighs weren't trained for the workout. She also was not immune to the lovely noises Hanbin made in succession or his tears or the crimson that pooled at his chest and cheeks and his cock. The friction of the strap-on against her own soaking wet cunt combined with the absolute vision that was Sung Hanbin in front of her was enough to have her own orgasm pooling at the base of her abdomen the same as his.
Hanbin loved to kiss as he was coming, and Zhang Hao loved to grasp at the meat of his chest. His breasts were soft, just like her own, yet small, and they fit perfectly in her hand. Her fingers flicked over his budding nipples before grasping at the full tissue there, and Hanbin pulled her forward to crash their lips together.
The sudden movement forced the cock too deep inside Hanbin and too hard against Zhang Hao's clit. Simultaneously, with their mouths connected, they came together. Hanbin always tumbled into his orgasms, but this time, he freefell into it. With enough consciousness left to wrap her hand around his spurting cock, Zhang Hao milked him as he came continuously, crying feebly as she stroked him over and over and rutted with as much strength as she still had inside of her until he was soaking their bare chests.
"You're squirting," she gasped, and Hanbin groaned through his constant tears, the sound high-pitched and strained from crying. "Bin-ah, you're so beautiful under me," her own hoarse voice continued, only pushing Hanbin's orgasm even further. In her lap, Hanbin thrashed with overstimulation, his whines reaching new frequencies she had never heard from him before with a level of desperation she would only try to seek out again and again in the future knowing that it was possible.
Hanbin's legs shook for hours after, and they both ignored the wetness underneath them on the bed until he could walk again. They would laugh about it later, joking that Zhang Hao fucking him finally broke something loose inside him or maybe she finally knocked some sense into him, but that night was the last piece of the puzzle that Zhang Hao had been putting together so delicately throughout their relationship. She had known from their very first meeting who Hanbin was, and it took crashing into the girl for Hanbin to discover it.
Hanbin stopped simply tolerating Zhang Hao's insistence of her knowledge of his identity, and it no longer lived only within the tight confines of her bedroom or between the laughter of their friends. Hanbin was someone else entirely, and she knew exactly who she was next to Zhang Hao, as the girl told her and also from the way Zhang Hao made her feel.
Hanbin needed her hand held, and Zhang Hao grasped it as tightly as she could. It started with small changes: a perm for her cropped hair, more exaggerated makeup than she had worn in the past, sharing the lacey shirts and bras to wear under her usual sweatshirts, matching Zhang Hao even more wholly. They began testing out new names, Hana, Binnie, the name every pretty idol that Zhang Hao could think of. Hanbin was feminine, Hanbin felt right, and Hanbin stayed. Not much changed because not much had to. Hanbin was herself.
Despite living her life as a gay man, Hanbin had never truly been tasked with coming out before. It was easy for others to guess, from her feminine features and her soft voice and her gentle nature. There was never any other explanation for it at the time, and she accepted the identity readily as everyone else had already known that about her. This time, it was less obvious, the changes much more slight in the midst of the whirlwind that was Zhang Hao. Their friends could reason it away as a style change in the middle of a newer relationship. They both had changed, and they both were people their friends could no longer recognize.
Matthew was first. He was still leading the LGBTQIA+ club both Zhang Hao and Hanbin had stopped frequenting months before, and he had been surprised to even receive the call when Hanbin asked to meet him. Zhang Hao's apartment was still always her safest space, and telling the secret she was holding that Zhang Hao had carried even longer than she had felt the most fitting in the space she found herself.
He blinked, stunned by the news. His eyes shifted between Hanbin and Zhang Hao where Hanbin sat across from him at the table and where Zhang Hao hovered next to her. He was confused, the news wholly sudden. It was even more surprising than when Hanbin had finally spilled that they were sleeping together months and months previous. Hanbin could see the uncertainty form behind his eyes, like he wanted to ask, "are you sure?" before his eyes would flit to Zhang Hao's unwavering presence at Hanbin's side.
Instead, Matthew's signature smile pasted itself on his face, the one that Hanbin knew very well was insincere. His hands reached across the table to grasp at hers, holding her gingerly. "Thank you for telling me, Hanbin-ah. It was very brave of you," he expressed, and Hanbin was familiar with the practiced words as she had heard Matthew express them endlessly to students who regularly came out to him in various manners.
It stung. Matthew had never hurt Hanbin before, but his feigned acceptance and wary demeanor scarred deep in Hanbin's heart. Before he left, the same smile was pasted on his face, yet there were watery tears in his eyes.
"You're radiant, Noona. I can see you're happy now," he wished as a goodbye, and Hanbin's sobs tore through her chest before the jingle on the door could even chime to indicate that it had locked. Hanbin's tears soaked through the collar of Zhang Hao's shirt until she fell asleep, heartbroken and elated both at the same time.
Riki was different, her critical eye more watchful as Zhang Hao invited her over to share the same news. At the same time, her smile was more sincere, though. She had never wanted to trust Hanbin, all because she had stolen the girl's affection in the wrong way, as a man who swept someone so steadfast off her feet. Instead, in this moment, she was the same, and Riki's eyes softened when they peered back at her.
"You've always been pretty, Hanbin-unnie," Riki laid on too thickly, but after the hard edges of Matthew's disappointment, the rich compliments were sweet on her tongue. "I always knew Hao-jie had the best taste in girls."
Riki left with a kiss to both their cheeks that felt like acceptance and love in a new way, and Hanbin's tears soaked through Zhang Hao's shirt yet again, this time out of relief, rather than the conflicting weight of her closest friend's synicism.
Her appa cried, her eomma declared she always wanted two daughters, and her sister tripped over herself each time she called Hanbin oppa. It was strained—a relationship that would patch itself over with time—but the careful tiptoeing and the sideways glances, a family pact that had excluded Hanbin for the very first time, hurt worse than the outright rejection.
Hanbin's circle dwindled down slowly. Zhang Hao's never ending need for attention had already built a hulking wall between herself and everyone she knew, but she never knew becoming herself, becoming everything she was meant to be and who Zhang Hao knew she was, would isolate her so suddenly.
Steadily. Zhang Hao became everything to Hanbin. Her love. her friends, her family, even her own self. In spite of the aching pain with losing everything she was before and who she had loved in the past, it was a welcome change. Hanbin had Zhang Hao and Zhang Hao had Hanbin, and they were happier. In all her life, Hanbin had felt disjointed, like she was a mangled and battered doll. Next to Zhang Hao, she was whole again. Her limbs were gently pushed back into place; she was well-loved and taken care of.
Zhang Hao changed over time too; her entire being absorbing Hanbin as a whole. They shared the same heart, and she had known that since the moment she had met the girl at that fated party she spent trailing behind the girl, desperate to breathe in the same air as her. They were the same, but as much as Hanbin had refitted herself to match Zhang Hao, Zhang Hao had done the same.
"You're nicer now. Less combative," Riki made note of once, long after Hanbin shared her secret with Zhang Hao's friend; their meetings were less and less frequent, even with Hanbin earning her approval. The words hung in her head, like one of the sticky notes on her desk waiting to be addressed and promptly thrown away.
Zhang Hao was softer, she was kinder. Hanbin's heart was large enough to love so fervently it was overwhelming, but Zhang Hao grew the same way. Her heart had been splintered and cracked over time, but Hanbin's fingers were gentle as she pieced her back together. With time, she could love as extravagantly as Hanbin, shaping herself around the love she had received in order to give it back just as lavishly.
Her edges smoothed out in the wake of Sung Hanbin. As much as Hanbin needed Zhang Hao to find herself, Zhang Hao needed Hanbin even more. Her past had wrapped around her ankle like chains; the bruises left across her cheek never quite healing in her heart and the phantom echoing shouts rang in her ears endlessly, waiting for the perfect moment to pull her under the water. Just as she began to sink, Hanbin manifested in the dark murky water as a key and jewels lost to time and the harsh conditions under the sea. They needed each other, and Zhang Hao could breathe without the fear of drowning and walk lighter with Hanbin.
Neither of them were pulled deep into the sea by the other; instead they swam themselves to the surface. Zhang Hao was free, and Hanbin needed love and care to restore to the beauty she was always meant to carry. Meeting Hanbin was restorative, for both of them. Zhang Hao's smile began to look the same as Hanbin's, and she could laugh as easily as the girl always could. They shared the heavy intensity of each other's gaze, and they wore the same tenderness and desire like the mismatched wardrobe they now shared.
Hanbin was Zhang Hao and Zhang Hao was Hanbin. They were the same, and they found each other.
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"You're too pretty and you keep distracting me."
"Why would I distract you, Jiejie?"
Hanbin always cried during sex, but she especially had not been able to top crying since she started taking estrogen months earlier. Things had changed, her identity wasn't so volatile, and Zhang Hao had smoothed out her edges the same way she had Zhang Hao's. It got easier, and it got better. She had never felt so seen before, and now, with all the changes to her body, the weight of being known spilled over in an excess of tears. The outside pressure of Zhang Hao’s hands shaping her into the same shape as the shimmery diamonds that coated her cheeks.
Zhang Hao was freefalling into insanity. With time, Hanbin was more herself, but now in the advent of her second puberty, her face was softening and her breasts were growing, and she was the most beautiful she had ever been in Zhang Hao's eyes. Slowly, she watched Hanbin under her careful gaze as she became the girl, the woman, she had always meant to be. And Zhang Hao had never been more attracted to the girl.
Hanbin's libido had always been higher than Zhang Hao's, even when the girl spent so long denying that she had any feelings for Zhang Hao at all and faked all of the reactions she had to each feminine term of endearment she lathered onto her every time they slept together in the past. Zhang Hao always had a more difficult time keeping up with her in every respect other than her stubborn insistence that Hanbin tried to deny.
Now, Hanbin was prettier than ever, molding into the beautiful girl she held in her heart, and Zhang Hao wanted her more than she ever had in the past. Unlike her first puberty and their constant sexual escapades in the past, Hanbin's libido had slowed almost to a halt. She was sensitive as her body was changing and she cried too much that sometimes it sat uncomfortably in both of their chests and she didn't need or want Zhang Hao's touch as often.
Pathetically, Zhang Hao was more attracted to her than ever: to the roundness of her cheeks, the redness of her lips as she refused to stop biting them now in the cold winter months, and especially the fullness of her chest. She spent more nights than she cared to admit in the bathroom with her fingers inside herself or rutting against Hanbin's thigh when the girl took pity on her. It was wholly pathetic, but it was worth it to see the dimples lining the girl's cheeks easier than she ever had.
It was Hanbin's idea, and Zhang Hao could never refuse the girl when she was the first to offer her touch. Hanbin was still soft in her pajama shorts, but she gasped with want, rather than aching sensitivity when Zhang Hao fell to her knees and mouthed at her cock through the fabric. Zhang Hao was desperate, and she would grasp at any opportunity that Hanbin gave her.
Hanbin was soft in her mouth, but she let out pleased hums as Zhang Hao fed her cock deeper and deeper inside her. Hanbin was always big, but she was unwieldy like this and hard to maneuver with her hands and her mouth. Hanbin's gasps pushed her forward, the soft, high-pitched noises shooting directly to her own dripping cunt. Hanbin's fingers ran through her short hair, tugging on the roots slightly and forcing a moan that vibrates around her slowly-hardening cock before smoothing out her cropped locks at the back of her head afterwards.
Hanbin was always gentle, even when Zhang Hao begged for something different, even when she fucked Zhang Hao until she was screaming and her hand was around her throat leaving bruises. Hanbin was soft, and she was tender. Each of her actions and every single thing she did was lovely, and when she finally was hard enough that Zhang Hao reluctantly pulled off her cock with a wet pop, she was gentle even in the way she pushed the girl onto the bed and latched onto her own hardening clit.
Zhang Hao was less gentle, but her love was just as obvious in the way she touched Hanbin. Two of Hanbin's fingers pressed inside of her, scissoring inside her hole and hooking and dragging against her walls as her tongue flicked against her clit in circling patterns. Zhang Hao's hands grasped at the back of Hanbin's head, holding her close until Hanbin grew lightheaded. Heels digging painfully into Hanbin’s back as she pulled Zhang Hao’s clit between her lips to suckle on it and a third finger stretched her hole further. Her fingernails scratched at every expanse of skin she could find as she cried out for Hanbin, declaring how good she was and how perfect the girl was for her.
Everything with Hanbin was reciprocal, and even shaking from her orgasm, Zhang Hao laid side by side with the girl, now in a much bigger bed than the one they had always shared in her bedroom during their university days. Zhang Hao's lips were attached to one of Hanbin's nipples and one of her hands was kneading the soft tissue of Hanbin's breasts. Hanbin cried watery diamond tears, stars in her eyes as she sobbed with sensitivity.
"It hurts," she would whisper, her voice thick with tears like a child full of guilt for no tangible reason. Zhang Hao would capture her lips in a kiss, as if to promise she had never done anything wrong and could never do anything wrong. Hanbin would steal more and more kisses, pulling Zhang Hao's naked body on top of her own, pulling the gir's attention away from her newly favorite feature of Hanbin's body by kissing and tasting the salty skin at her neck and collarbones.
"Why would I distract you, Jiejie?" Hanbin batted her eyelashes at Zhang Hao innocently, her wide, catlike eyes sweeping Zhang Hao under the tide of her love for the girl. Unlike the heavy tether that used to pull her under at will, Zhang Hao sinks willingly, embraced in Hanbin's soft arms.
"Because I am easily distracted when it comes to you," Zhang Hao smiles, pressing a soft kiss that tastes like salt and love to Hanbin's cheek that reminds her of their first meeting. Hanbin blushes just the same as she had then, though miles of difference span out between herself and the person she was then. Now, she was loved grandly and known intimately by Zhang Hao, and she was a new person.
"Be careful, Jiejie," Hanbin warns, though the smile on her expression is easy. "I am still sensitive," she repeats, as if Zhang Hao hadn't heard her through her sloppy tears earlier. Zhang Hao loves her tears, even when it unsettles something inside of her. This time, she leans on her elbows, spreading her palms flat underneath both of Hanbin's breasts to hold them both in her hands as she gasps under her. Zhang Hao is completely bare, and Hanbin's mostly-hardened cock presses against her slit, both of them wet with anticipation.
Both of her thumbs brush over the buds of Hanbin's nipples, and the girl cries out underneath her and a fresh set of tears fall down her cheeks. Zhang Hao loves her like this, splotchy red cheeks coated in falling tears, but she could never be cruel when Hanbin is so earnest. Conceding her sadisitc desire to take Hanbin apart just like this, until she comes pitifully from the painful overstimulation to her breast, Zhang Hao ducks her head underneath Hanbin's chin, pressing her lips right to the center of the girls chest where her favorite mole rests between her breasts.
Hanbin sighs in relief, and the sound warms Zhang Hao from the inside to hear her so contented. When she lifts her head, Hanbin is staring back at her with her wide eyes, dark with want and love. Hanbin's arms had fallen to her side as Zhang Hao abused her nipples, but now they wrap around the girl's neck again, pulling her in close. Zhang Hao dodges the girl's lips, met briefly with a pouty huff, before pressing her cheek directly to Hanbin's. Like this, they breath in the same air, their bodies pushing and pulling the breath from their lungs in tandem. Always the same.
Zhang Hao moves first, pushing a hand between the tight confines of their bodies to grasp at Hanbin's cock where it rests between their waists. Her touch is light, simply repositioning the girl’s erection against the chub of her own folds, pressing Hanbin's tip directly against her clit.
Underneath her, shudders run through Hanbin's entire body. She has spent a long time getting to know Zhang Hao's body and making love in every way under the sun, but this was her favorite way, a treat. When Hanbin was less sensitive and they were intimate in the same way, Zhang Hao would call out over and over about how their clits looks pressed together. Hanbin would come sometimes even just from the suggestion. Now, it took her longer to spill over, but that meant she often would orgasm in time with Zhang Hao the way she most enjoyed.
Zhang Hao's hips move on their own, her slick cunt rutting over the expanse of Hanbin's cock, her length engulfed entirely by her chubby folds. Hanbin falls apart with the long strokes of Zhang Hao's cunt against her cock, her slick and Hanbin's precome coating both of their abdomens with their arousal.
The noises Hanbin makes as Zhang Hao ruts their hips together, the smooth and sticky glide of Hanbin's hard cock up and down her entire cunt, radiate through them both as Zhang Hao's sweaty cheek stays plastered to Hanbin's tear-stained one. Each brush of Hanbin's cock against Zhang Hao's clit forces soft moans from Zhang Hao's lips, and she pulls Hanbin closer to her chest by wrapping her arms underneath her back.
Zhang Hao grows tired quickly, the rutting of their hips finding a sloppy rhythm with time as her thighs burn and her limbs grow limp as she holds onto Hanbin. Just as she has always known Hanbin, Hanbin knows her just as well. Gingerly, Hanbin grasps as the soft meat of the girl's biceps before rolling her off of her body and onto the bed at her side. Zhang Hao groans from the loss of contact, mumbling for Hanbin to come back to her and Hanbin could never deny her, no matter what she asked.
Hovering over the girl, Hanbin presses her cock right up against Zhang Hao's clit. Zhang Hao's head falls to the side of the mattress with a loud groan. "You're so good, Hanbin. My sweet girl," she praises, and the words strike directly in Hanbin's chest, zeroing in on Zhang Hao calling Hanbin hers.
Hanbin hadn't lost any muscles in her thighs as she had begun taking estrogen as she continued to dance most hours of her day, and this fact is best put to use with the tip of her cock pressed against Zhang Hao's cunt. With a hand on the girl's sharp hipbone and the other on her own cock, Hanbin ruts against Zhang Hao's silky cunt with a newfound strength, followed with obscene noises as they both grow wetter by the second.
The slick sounds go directly to Hanbin's head, and she goes dizzy, the overwhelming feeling pooling in her eyes again. Tears threaten to spill as their parroted whispers and gasps pick up in speed as their mutual orgasms creep on them both. With blurry eyes, Hanbin presses her cock this time against Zhang Hao's entrance, pushing in with one swift movement that has both girls groaning in sync.
Slick arousal drips between them, making the glide of Hanbin's quick thrusts easy. The sound is obscene as Hanbin thrusts inside of her, slick gushing from her hole lewdly and coating both of them in sticky arousal. Hanbin's tears spill over her cheeks again, and Zhang Hao's moans grow louder with each press of Hanbin's cock inside of her. Hanbin had been the one to distract Zhang Hao with wet kisses earlier, but now, Zhang Hao's hands grasp at her shoulders, tugging the girl downwards to crash their lips together in a messy final kiss, full of teeth and desire and the taste of iron as Hanbin's thin lips split between them.
Zhang Hao's orgasm tips over first, her body locking up at Hanbin presses even deeper inside of her. She comes with a shout against Hanbin's lips and her hands clawing at the girl's back. Hanbin tips over soon after, spilling deep inside of Zhang Hao with a pained whimper against her open mouth, tears falling in diamond tracks down her cheeks and coating Zhang Hao's face in their extravagant glory.
Later, after they have washed the mess off of them and changed their sheets, they lay side-by-side in the dark of the night. Zhang Hao pulls Hanbin's hand in the air, their palms pressed together. Zhang Hao's fingers are longer and Hanbin's palm is wider, but in the moonlight, their hands look exactly the same.