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“I want to touch Leo’s tits.”
“Sorry, what?”
Geonwoo calmly puts down his bowl of noodles and looks at Sangwon, gives him a chance to take back what he just said but…
“I want to touch Leo’s tits?”
And because Sangwon repeats what shouldn’t have been repeated or said out loud in general, Junseo slowly sits up from the couch, shooting him an exhausted look that screams not here, not now, not ever.
“I mean… come on,” he continues, voice dropping but still far too eager. “You’ve looked. You have to have looked. They’re so…”
He cups his hands in front of his chest in an unmistakable shape. “...big and soft and squishy looking, like–”
Geonwoo’s hand shoots out and slaps Sangwon’s wrist hard enough to sting.
“Stop that.”
“Geonwoo…” Sangwon groans, rubbing his wrists but not looking remotely sorry.
“I look at his face,” Geonwoo says stiffly, wiping broth off his chin with the back of his hand. “Because I’m a respectful man.”
“You’re still a man,” Sangwon scoffs, leaning forward. “A man with functioning eyeballs. Don’t lie to my face and tell me you’ve never noticed how they bounce when he runs or–”
“Sangwon.”
Fine, because Junseo asked so nicely, Sangwon will drop it. He’ll talk about the new choreography they keep butchering on the bridge, the lyrics that he’s having trouble memorizing, the upcoming schedule. Then he’ll retreat back to his room and not spend the next hour thinking about Leo’s chest.
At least, that was the plan.
Until Leo walks out of Xinlong and Anxin’s room.
His hair is tousled from whatever chaotic gaming session they’ve been having. His cheeks are faintly pink, eyes a little glassy with exhaustion and laughter. And because the universe has decided Sangwon’s suffering is its favourite pastime, Leo is wearing one of those form-fitting black tees that should be banned from shared dorms entirely. The fabric clings like a second skin, stretched tight across his chest and perfectly outlining what’s been living rent-free in Sangwon’s head for weeks.
When Leo walks towards the fridge to grab a cup of water, the gentle bounce is unmistakable.
He closes his eyes and prays – to every god, ancestor and cosmic entity that might listen – for strength not to stare and not to say anything stupid and… most importantly, not to get hard in the middle of the goddamn kitchen.
“Tired, Won?”
His eyes snap open. Closing them is a terrible mistake because it only sharpened everything. Leo’s voice, just like his tits, is unfairly hot.
“Uh huh…” Sangwon manages.
Leo tilts his head. “Try to sleep early if you can. We have to wake up at five tomorrow.”
He nods stiffly and throws a thumbs up like that somehow makes him feel normal and not actively fighting for his life.
But maybe his smile rings alarm bells because Leo just keeps staring at him. And the longer he stares, the hotter Sangwon’s face burns. For a terrifying second, Sangwon is convinced Leo can see straight through him and can see every filthy thought running through his head.
“You sure you’re okay?”
“Perfect,” Sangwon lies, voice tight.
Leo opens his mouth like he wants to say something more but Anxin’s voice echoes down the hallway. “Leo! Hurry up or we’re starting without you!”
“Coming!” Leo calls back. He gives Sangwon one last look, then turns and walks away.
Sangwon gives himself one pat on the shoulder because that’s all he deserves because his traitorous eyes immediately betray him, dropping straight down.
Each step causes the fabric to ride up just enough to show those smooth, thick thighs underneath – the kind of thighs that Sangwon wants to sink his teeth into, then bury his face between while Leo trembles. And his ass… god, it looks so… squeezable Sangwon’s hands twitch in his lap.
Behind him, Junseo lets out a long-suffering sigh.
“I’m not looking at his ass,” Sangwon blurts out immediately.
“Didn’t say anything,” Junseo replies dryly.
Geonwoo shakes his head, muttering under his breath. “Hopeless. You’re actually hopeless.”
Sangwon drops his forehead onto the table with a muffled thunk. The cool wood feels heavenly against his flushed cheeks. After a second, he turns his head sideways to look at Geonwoo.
“So what size do you think his tits are?”
The silence that fills the kitchen is heavy enough to choke on.
Geonwoo doesn’t even spare him a glance. He simply stands up, bowl and utensils in hand, and walks to the sink.
“Good night, Sangwon.”
“Wait– Geonwoo, come on, I’m serious–”
“Good. Night. Sangwon.”
At this point, Sangwon almost wishes Geonwoo is right.
That he’s just hopeless.
But he isn’t hopeless. He’s fucking losing it.
He’s never been this sexually frustrated in his entire life. What started as (kinda) innocent stolen glances at Leo’s chest during practice has snowballed into a full-blown, brain-rotting obsession that’s slowly destroying him from inside out.
He can’t sleep.
He can’t focus.
He’s surviving on four hours of broken rest and an unhealthy amount of iced americanos that are definitely destroying his stomach. Porn is useless now. No matter what he watches, no one looks like Leo. No one sounds like Leo. No one else has that perfect mix of soft tits and thick ass and a cock that Sangwon just knows would ruin him in the best way.
All he wants is Leo.
Every time he closes his eyes, he sees him: shirtless, flushed pink down to his chest, back arched while he moans Sangwon’s name like it’s the only word he knows. And every time he opens his eyes, the real Leo is right there. He’s just… existing, chilling while looking like Sangwon’s personal walking wet dream.
So close yet untouchable.
It’s too much.
The pressure has built up so high he feels like he’s going to snap.
He needs to say it out loud. He needs to tell someone before he actually goes insane. Someone reliable. Someone who always knows what to do. Someone he trusts more than anyone else in the world.
Which is Leo.
Which, in hindsight, is the worst idea he’s ever had.
But the logical part of Sangwon’s brain checked out weeks ago and before he even realizes it, he’s barging into Leo’s room.
Leo’s lying on his bed, scrolling his phone in nothing but a loose white tank top and gray sweatpants. The thin fabric of the tank clings to his chest in all the right – or wrong – ways and Sangwon feels his last remaining brain cell die on the spot.
“What’s wrong, Won?” Leo asks, startled. He sets his phone aside immediately and sits up. “Are you okay?”
Sangwon takes a deep, shaky breath. He came here on impulse so whatever comes out of his mouth next is doomed to be incoherent at best.
“Uh… well… so…” he stammers, mouth opening and closing like a dying fish.
Leo’s brows furrow in worry. He pats the empty spot right beside him. “Sit down, Sangwon,” he says gently, voice soft and patient like always
The movement makes the tank top shift, neckline dipping lower, revealing more of the chest that he’s been dreaming about.
For one second, Sangwon genuinely considers just diving face first and calling it the best decision of his life. Just burying his face there, warm and smothered, and never coming up for air again.
He’s so damn tired.
But he doesn’t.
Instead, he shuffles over and sits on the edge of the bed, hands clenched tightly in his lap to stop them from doing anything stupid and he tries to keep his eyes locked on Leo’s face but his gaze lowers.
Just to his lips.
They should be fine. Normal. Lips are neutral territory. Except Leo’s lips are pretty and pretty suddenly feels dangerous as hell. Then, as if the universe has personally decided tonight is the day Sangwon dies of terminal horniness, Leo’s tongue slowly peeks out, wetting his lower lip.
Sangwon’s breath stutters.
He rips his gaze away, forcing it lower, desperate for something safer.
Collarbones.
Even fucking collarbones.
It’s ridiculous. It’s pathetic. They’re just collarbones but Sangwon’s cock twitches in his shorts anyway, like he’s a Victorian man seeing a bare ankle for the first time. Heat floods through his entire body in a dizzying rush, making his head spin and his mouth water.
He’s so hard it’s humiliating.
The front of his sweatpants tents noticeably, the fabric doing nothing to hide the obvious shape of his hard-on.
Panicking, Sangwon yanks his knee up to his chin in an attempt to hide it.
He forces his gaze higher, aiming for Leo’s eyes this time, but the path is treacherous. His eyes stubbornly settle back on those lips again.
And those lips are moving.
Which means Leo is talking.
And Sangwon didn’t catch a single word.
“–won? Are you alright?”
Sangwon blinks hard, his heart hammering so loudly against his ribs he swears Leo can hear every frantic beat. His mouth is dry, palms sweaty but he’s already here. There’s no turning back now.
“This is going to sound really weird but I want to touch you, hyung.”
A beat of silence follows.
Leo stares at him, eyes widening. Then a short, awkward laugh escapes him.
“What? You want to touch me?”
For a second, the voice of reason screaming abort, abort, do not continue weirdly sounds like Geonwoo but nevertheless, he continues. If he was going to listen to the voice of reason in the first place, he wouldn't even be here rock hard on Leo’s bed in the middle of the night.
“I want to touch your tits,” he blurts out. “Or you could send me a picture…?”
Leo’s lips part in surprise. “You want a picture of my… chest.”
“Yeah,” Sangwon nods quickly, the words tumbling out before he can stop them. “Like a dick pic but with your tits. Actually, a dick pic would be nice too, if you’re more comfortable with that.”
He’s beyond shame now. His brain is running on pure horny desperation.
He bets Leo’s cock would be pretty. It’s probably long enough to hit the back of his throat and thick enough to stretch his lips wide and… and…god, he probably needs to book an emergency appointment with a therapist who specializes in horniness.
But first, what he needs is a photo. Or a video. Or just five seconds of Leo lifting up his shirt. Anything. He’ll take crumbs. He’ll beg for them.
His voice drops to a shaky, barely audible murmur. “I can’t come from porn anymore. Nothing works. I’m so desperate, Leo.”
And it’s back to silence again.
It stretches on so long that Sangwon forces himself to lift up to look at Leo to try and gauge his reaction and–
From the looks of it, Sangwon has just detonated years of friendship. He can already picture how breakfast will go tomorrow, the awkward silence, the inevitable manager meeting where someone pulls him aside to gently (or not so gently) remind him about boundaries and professionalism.
But Leo won’t avoid him forever… right?
They’ve known each other for eight years. They’ve shared cramped dorm rooms, cried together after every brutal evaluation and suffered through everything WakeOne has thrown at them. They’ve been through alot together. That kind of bond has to be strong enough to survive one dick-driven meltdown.
They can just pretend this never happened. They can laugh it off tomorrow over cheesecake and move on like normal.
Except the face Leo is making makes any of that feel impossible.
“Never mind,” he mumbles, voice small and defeated. “I’m just gonna… yeah.”
He turns toward the door, shame burning through his entire body. He’s already planning how he’ll hide in his room for the next few days – maybe fake a stomach ache, maybe just die quietly from dick-ache under the blanket.
He makes two steps towards the door when Leo’s voice stops him.
“I’ll think about it.”
Sangwon freezes mid-step. Slowly, he turns back around, eyes wide with disbelief.
Leo is still sitting on the edge of the bed, fingers fidgeting with his phone. He meets Sangwon’s gaze, cheeks faintly pink.
“I’ll think about it,” Leo repeats, slower this time. “About sending a pic.”
“Really?” Sangwon blurts out, face lighting up.
“Yeah,” Leo shrugs, almost nonchalant, like this is just another item on his endless list of leader’s responsibilities. “It should be no big deal if it’ll help you sleep and focus during practice.”
Sangwon’s brain short-circuits. His mouth opens, closes, then opens again.
“Okay,” he breathes, nodding way too eagerly. “Yeah, okay. Take all the time you need. I won’t pressure you or anything. I swear.”
Leo lets out a soft hum, “Good night, Won.”
The second Sangwon closes the door, a shaky, delirious grin breaks across his face. He leans back against the wall, pressing both hands to muffle the giddy noise that wants to escape.
Holy fuck. Holy fuck.
He feels lighter than he has in weeks. Everything is going to be fine. Leo didn’t freak out. Leo didn’t kick him out. Leo said he’d think about it.
And now… Sangwon’s not going to die from dick-ache but from the anticipation.
Which is somehow better.
Kindof.
Sangwon’s not disappointed. Not really.
At least, that’s what he keeps repeating in his head as he lies in bed. Leo probably just needs time. That makes sense. After all, Sangwon had barged into his room in the middle of the night, confessed his tit obsession and practically begged for nudes. Expecting something that same night would’ve been pure delusion.
So he’s fine. Sangwon definitely isn’t going to have a mental breakdown on day one.
Day two is also fine. Mostly.
By day three he is starting to vibrate with nervous energy but he powers through with extra iced americanos.
But when a month passes?
It’s perfectly acceptable – or practically inevitable – for him to have a mental breakdown.
He’s a wreck.
A horny, sleep-deprived wreck who could barely function anymore.
His nights have deteriorated into something completely deranged. What used to be a simple “check chat before bed” becomes a ritual of self-torture. He lies in the dark, cock already half-hard and leaking from the anticipation, endlessly refreshing his chat with Leo.
When no picture came yet again, he types out messages, thumb hovering over the send button.
Hyung… any update on that pic? No pressure tho haha
Please I need to see your tits i’m begging
Just one pic please i’ll do anything.
I’m actually going to perish please have mercy
Each message is more pathetic than the last and every single one deleted because he swore he won’t pressure Leo. Leo’s probably just waiting for the perfect moment.
His birthday’s coming up soon so maybe Leo thinks the ultimate gift would be a tit pic or, better, several. Maybe even a video. That thought is enough to keep him sane.
Except when his birthday finally arrives, Leo is a heartbreakingly thoughtful person.
He brings Sangwon a bouquet of flowers and a heart-shaped cheesecake. The whole group sings for him in the living room and Leo hugs him tight, chest pressed against Sangwon for one blissful second.
Sangwon blows out the candles with a desperate wish: Please let me see Leo’s tits tonight.
Apparently, whichever spirit is in charge of birthday wishes has a personal vendetta against him because after all the laughter and celebrations died down and everyone retreated back to their rooms, Sangwon still received nothing.
A month.
An entire month has passed since he’d humiliated himself in Leo’s room and… radio silence.
Leo would’ve sent something by now if he really wanted to. A blurry, shy selfie with his shirt pulled up just enough. A short message like “still thinking about it” would’ve kept Sangwon’s hopes alive.
Instead, there was only silence.
And the silence is so much louder than any outright rejection could ever be.
Sangwon stares at the ceiling, the sinking feeling in his gut growing heavier with every passing day. He’s finally accepted the obvious: Leo decided the kindest thing to do was pretend the entire conversation never happened. Spare Sangwon the mortification. Protect the group for imploding because one idiot couldn’t keep his dick in check.
Fine.
If that’s what Leo wants, Sangwon will pretend too. He’ll bury it. He’ll be as normal as he can be.
…tomorrow.
He’ll start pretending tomorrow. Because what if Leo sent something today? What if right now, at this exact second, Leo was in his room with his shirt off, trying to find the perfect angle for him? Maybe that was the reason for the long radio silence. That would be ridiculous because every single angle of Leo is perfect and–
Leo
12:01 am.
Hey
Sangwon
12:02 am.
Hey
Leo
12:05 am.
So uh
You still want it?
Sangwon
12:05 am.
Yes
I want you
I mean i want a pic
Leo
12:06 am.
Ig what do you want to see right now
Sangwon
12:06 am.
I want to see your tits
Wanna see you touch your tits
Bet they’re sensitive
Sangwon
12:10 am.
Or dick pic is ok too
Whatever you’re comfortable with
Sangwon
12:15 am.
Leo?
Did I go too far?
I’m sorry
Leo
12:17 am.
They’re not
Sangwon
12:18 am.
Not what?
Leo
12:19 am.
My chest isn’t sensitive
Sangwon
12:20 am.
Oh fuck
Are you touching yourself right now
Leo
12:21 am.
Yeah
Got curious ig
Sangwon
12:22 am.
I wanna see you touch yourself
Please
Plsplspls
Sangwon sits up straight, phone clutched in hands. Leo just admitted he’s touching himself. Right now. That single confession is driving Sangwon insane.
Every second without a reply is pure, agonizing torture. His cock throbs, begging for attention he refuses to give it.
Then a notification finally pops up.
Leo sent a video
8:22
Sangwon’s breath hitches. He fumbles with his earphones, shoving them in with shaky fingers and taps the open quickly.
The video starts playing.
Leo is laying back against his pillows, looking like pure sin in the soft pink blouse from their performance earlier at KCON. The white tank top underneath clings to his chest, stretched tight. He looks flushed and shy and so adorable it makes Sangwon’s mouth water. A deep, pretty pink blooms across his cheeks, down his neck and all the way over the exposed skin of his chest.
For ten long seconds, Leo doesn’t move. He just lies there, chest rising and falling, offering himself up to Sangwon’s hungry gaze. Sangwon drinks in every detail, admiring how pretty he looks.
Then Leo’s hand finally moves.
It slides up his body, the movement hesitant as they brush over his left nipple through the tank top. He circles the sensitive peak once… twice… then gives it a shy squeeze.
“Not sensitive,” he says quietly, voice shy and a little unsteady. “They’re… not sensitive at all.”
Leo pinches the stiff bud between his fingers and a soft, involuntary gasp slips out. His back arches just slightly and his eyes widen like he’s surprised by his own reaction and he quickly turns his face away from the camera.
“Fuck… ignore that,” he mumbles, clearly embarrassed.
But he doesn’t stop.
Instead, with trembling fingers, Leo grabs the hem of his tank top and yanks it up, bunching the fabric under his collarbones and fully exposing his chest to the camera.
“This is what you wanted to see, right?” Leo murmurs as he squeezes both pecs together, his nipples visibly hard from his touch.
Sangwon lets out a whimper, the sound downright pathetic even to his own ears. He shoves his hand down his sweatpants, wrapping his fingers tightly around his aching, throbbing cock. He squeezes the base, almost painfully, trying to stave off the orgasm that is already dangerously close. He’s just started the video and he’s already about to come from a single tit squeeze.
Leo’s hand continues its slow, teasing path downward. His fingers trail over his stomach before slipping beneath the waistband of his pants.
The moment Leo’s hand disappears under the fabric, his obvious bulge twitches hard. The thick outline of his cock strains against the material, jerking visibly as his fingers brush over it. A small wet spot spreads from where he’s leaking, growing bigger by the second.
Leo lets out a soft, embarrassed laugh that melts into a breathless moan.
“Look at what you did to me…”
He hooks his thumb under the waistband of his pants and pushes them down in such an infuriating slow manner as if teasing him with every inch of skin revealed. His cock springs free at last, slapping wetly against his skin with a lewd thwack.
Sangwon is instantly mesmerized, ruined by the sight of Leo’s dick.
His dick is long and thick, with that slight upward curve. A bead of precome wells up at the slit and slowly slides down the shaft, and Sangwon swallows hard, saliva flooding his mouth. He wants it. He wants to drag his tongue along that vein, lap up every drop and worship that pretty cock.
Wet, filthy sounds of skin on skin fills Sangwon’s earphones as Leo wraps a hand around the base and slowly strokes himself.
“Oh god…” Sangwon mutters hoarsely.
This is so far beyond anything he could’ve imagined.
He’d expected maybe a blurry photo or a quick, awkward thirty-second clip – Leo nervously lifting his shirt, a couple of embarrassed squeezes. That alone would’ve made him come but this? This is heaven.
Leo is putting on a full show just for him.
“Hyung…” Sangwon whines, “You’re so hot… I can’t– fuck, I’m losing my mind.”
He can’t hold back anymore. His hand flies over his throbbing cock, stroking fast and messy, thumb rubbing roughly over the sensitive head on every pass. Soft, desperate whimpers and curses keep spilling from his lips.
“Do you want to fuck me, Wonnie?”
Sangwon’s hand freezes mid-stroke, his cock pulsing hard in his grip.
Leo continues, eyes half-lidded and dark. “Do you think you could make me feel good? Or…” he lets out a soft moan as he twists his fist around the head of his cock. “You want me to fuck you instead? Want me bend you over and bury every inch inside of you until you’re crying and begging for more?”
And, oh, that sounds incredible too.
Sangwon’s not greedy. He just wants Leo any way he can get him but…
“No– oh, fuck,” Sangwon chokes out through a wrecked moan. “Wanna fuck you, hyung. Wanna fuck you so bad.”
He’s right there, dangerously close to the edge, but he forces himself to slow down, squeezing the base of his throbbing cock until the pulsing eases up just slightly. His hips twitch and jerk painfully, protesting the denial. Even in this moment, the romantic side in him refuses to let go – he wants to come together with Leo. Needs it.
“Shit, I’m so close–” Leo groans.
Leo’s hand starts flying over his cock, stroking fast and desperate. His breathing hitches sharply, chest heaving. His eyes are dark and hazy and devastatingly pretty, completely drunk on pleasure. That single look nearly breaks Sangwon.
“Hyung– Leo– fuck, come with me,” he begs breathlessly through the screen, voice cracking. “Please, I’m so close–”
Leo’s hand suddenly stretches out towards the camera like he’s trying to reach through the screen and drag Sangwon into his bed. It’s so cute, so damn adorable, that it makes Sangwon’s heart clench.
Then the camera tilts up.
All Sangwon can see is the plain white ceiling.
His stomach drops.
“No! Leo– Leo, please!” Sangwon cries out, voice breaking into a wrecked sob. His hand keeps frantically pumping his aching cock but his eyes are glued to the screen. “Don’t hide, fuck– need to see you come. Please, hyung, please, please please…”
Hot tears of frustration prick at the corner of his eyes, blurring his vision as he stares helplessly at the ceiling. He can hear everything – every wet stroke, every broken gasp – but he can’t see it. The denial is excruciating, a cruel torture that makes his chest tighten and his cock throb even harder, leaking nonstop over his fist.
“Leo… Leo, please…” he keeps begging shamelessly even though he knows it’s useless. It’s a video. Leo can’t hear him. Still, he can’t stop, the words spilling out like a prayer.
Then Sangwon hears it – the exact moment Leo tips over the edge: the hitch in his breathing, the wet strokes of his fist and the devastating sound of Leo groaning his name.
“Wonnie– ahh, fuck… Sangwon…”
The sound tips Sangwon over the edge and he comes hard.
His hips snap upward as he finally comes, shooting his load all over his fists. A low groan tears from his throat before he bites down on his lower lip to muffle it, eyes squeezed shut in overwhelming pleasure. His cock pulses hard in his fist, again and again, while Leo’s breathy, fucked-out moans keep filling his earphones.
The orgasm is brutal – weeks of pent-up frustration exploding out of him. His thighs shake uncontrollably, toes curling tight as he keeps stroking himself through it, milking every last drop until he’s whimpering from the overstimulation.
But the high crashes almost immediately.
A deep, gnawing dissatisfaction settles heavy in his chest. His body is still twitching from the aftershocks yet it feels… hollow.
He wanted to see it.
He wanted to watch Leo’s face when he came – those pretty eyes fluttering shut, plush lips parted in a broken moan. He wanted to see Leo’s cock twitching and spurting all over his soft stomach and tits.
The vivid image in his head only makes the emptiness more painful.
Sangwon lies there panting, staring blankly at the ceiling on his screen. He doesn’t bother cleaning up properly. He just wipes his sticky hand half-heartedly on his shirt, too drained and frustrated to care.
Sangwon is video calling
Video call.
No answer.
Sangwon
12:35 am.
Please
Sangwon is video calling
Video call.
No answer.
Sangwon
12:36 am.
Leo
I’m begging
Sangwon is video calling
Video call.
No answer.
Leo is voice calling
Voice call accepted
“Hey, Sangwon–”
“Not fair,” Sangwon blurts out immediately, voice cracking with frustration. “I didn’t get to see your face when you came. That’s… so unfair.”
There’s a soft, amused “hmm?” on the other end, followed by a low chuckle. Leo still sounds wrecked and the sound alone makes Sangwon’s spent cock twitch weakly, already trying to stir again.
“You said anything is fine, right?”
“I did but… but–” Sangwon whines quietly, hating how pathetic and needy he sounds but completely unable to stop. “Please?”
“Please what, Wonnie?” Leo’s tone drops lower, almost coaxing. There’s a hint of a smile in his voice that makes Sangwon’s stomach flip. “Use your words.”
Sangwon’s breath hitches. His face burns with embarrassment but his mouth is already moving.
“Please… please anything,” he chokes out. “I don’t know. I just want you so badly it hurts. Please, hyung…”
A long, agonizing pause stretches between them. Sangwon can hear Leo’s breathing growing heavier.
“Are you crying?”
“‘M not,” Sangwon sniffles, eyes stinging even though he refuses to let actual tears fall. “I’m not crying. I just– I want you so bad it aches. Wanna fuck you so bad, hyung.”
“Fuck,” Leo groans, low and rough, the sound shooting straight to Sangwon’s cock. “You want me that bad?”
“Uh huh…”
Even through the pounding of his heartbeat, he catches the faint rustle of fabric and the soft creak of the bed.
“Are you jerking off right now?” Sangwon mumbles. “At least turn on the camera if you are… let me see you.”
Leo lets out a laugh, “I’m not. I’m just trying to find a comfortable spot right now.”
“You’re mean,” Sangwon accuses, voice cracking pitifully. “You’re being mean to me right now.”
“I’m not being mean.” Leo replies, but Sangwon can hear the little smile in his voice, the gentle, teasing lilt that makes his insides twist with need.
“You are…”
He flips onto his stomach with a defeated groan, pressing his cheek against the pillow. The movement makes his half-hard cock drag against the wet fabric of his pajama pants and the sticky friction pulls a whimper out of him. He can’t help it – his hips start rolling slowly, grinding his cock against the mattress in shallow, needy thrusts.
He tugs the phone closer to his lips, wanting Leo to hear every shaky breath and whimper.
Maybe that’ll break Leo. Maybe that’ll make him take pity and give Sangwon what he’s aching for.
“It hurts,” Sangwon whines again. “Please… I need you.”
Leo answers with a soft, indulgent “mmm” and the sound is almost worse than silence.
Frustrated and aching, Sangwon switches tactics, words tumbling out in a desperate rush.
“I’d make you feel so good, hyung. I promise.” He babbles, voice dazed and desperate. “I wanna see the face you make when I play with your tits… gonna suck and bite your pretty nipples until they’re all swollen and puffy…”
“Wonnie…” Leo’s voice drops low and warning but the rough, strained edge to it only pushes Sangwon further.
“I’ve thought about it so much,” Sangwon continues. “I want you on your back with your legs spread wide open for me. I want to see your tits bounce while I fuck you.”
Still, Leo doesn’t answer. He’s being so cruel, just listening while Sangwon unravels.
“Or– or you could ride me,” Sangwon gasps, the fantasy making his hips snap forward roughly. “Fuck, hyung, want you to ride me so bad. You can bounce on my dick and use me however you want, I don’t care. I just want you so bad.”
“Shit, Sangwon…”
Another rustle of fabric crackles through the line, followed by a shaky exhale.
“You want me that bad, huh…”
Sangwon whimpers at the roughness in Leo’s voice, his hips stuttering harder against the bed as he chases more friction. The soaked fabric clings to his cock, dragging over the sensitive head with every desperate roll.
“Uh huh, want you so bad,” he pants, words tumbling out faster, more frantic. “I’ve thought about it so many times. How soft and cute you’d look underneath me, hyung.”
“...not cute,” Leo mutters weakly.
“You are, you are,” Sangwon groans, half-laughing, half-sobbing with need. “You’re so damn adorable to me.”
Words are getting harder to form. His brain feels like it’s melting, thoughts turning syrupy as pleasure and frustration takes over. His mouth hangs open against the pillow, drool leaking from the corner of his lips and soaking into the fabric.
“Hyung– Leo, fuck, I’m– I’m gonna–”
Sangwon comes with a broken cry that cracks into a sob. His whole body seizes up hard, back arching as the second orgasm crashes through him. Come pulses out of his cock, adding to the warm mess beneath him. Each spurt tugs a moan out of his throat, hips jerking wildly against the mattress like he can’t stop chasing the pleasure even as it borders on too much.
He keeps grinding through it, prolonging the high until his cock gives one last twitch and finally starts to soften in the sticky, come-soaked fabric.
For a few seconds, only the sound of his ragged, sobbing breaths fills the silence
Then Leo’s voice comes through the phone, far too composed for someone who just listened to him hump the bed like an animal in heat.
“Feeling better?”
Sangwon lets out a long, miserable groan.
“No,” he mumbles into the pillow, voice hoarse and small. “I still want to fuck you. I want you so bad it hurts…”
For a moment, all Sangwon can hear is Leo’s breathing.
Then, barely above a whisper:
“Alright.”
Sangwon’s head snaps up so fast the room spins. A wave of adrenaline floods his exhausted body. Despite having just come twice, his cock twitches hard, rapidly chubbing up again at the thought of finally getting what he’s been begging for.
“Really?” he blurts out, already pushing himself up on shaky arms. “I’ll come right now. I’ll be so good, I swear. I’ll make you feel so good, hyung, please–”
“On your birthday.”
Sangwon freezes mid-sentence, jaw dropped.
“...on my birthday?” he repeats incredulously.
“Yeah,” Leo says softly, almost sweetly. “You can be good and wait, right? Just a little longer.”
Sangwon lets out a devastated whimper that dissolves into a broken sob. His arms give out completely and he collapses face-first into the pillow.
“Hyung… that’s a whole year,” he protests, voice rising. “My birthday was yesterday. You’re joking, right? Please tell me you’re joking. I’ll actually die. My dick’s going to fall off before then. I’m serious.”
“It’s just a year,” Leo replies softly. “You can be good for me, right?”
And the way Leo says that it’s just a year makes Sangwon want to strangle himself to end this misery or strangle Leo for putting him in such misery. Or, better yet, strangle his own dick for betraying him by chubbing up from the promise of fucking Leo.
He hates it. He hates how he’s been reduced to broken begging for the last hour and now, with just those words, all Sangwon wants is to be good for Leo.
Sangwon swallows.
“...yeah” he whispers, voice small and shaky. “Yeah, I can be good.”
There’s a pause and Sangwon can practically feel Leo’s satisfied smile through the phone.
“Good,” Leo murmurs, warm and dripping with praise that makes Sangwon’s cock twitch. “Then, good night, Wonnie.”
“Good night, Leo.”
The call ends with a soft click.
Sangwon lies there for a moment and a weak smile tugs at his lips despite everything. Waiting a whole year is going to be absolute torture but, at least, he had that video. It’s the only thing keeping him from losing his mind completely.
Still floating in a hazy, post-orgasm fog, he unlocks his phone with clumsy fingers and scrolls up eagerly, already half-hard at the thought of replaying it.
Except the video is gone.
In its place sits the line:
This message has been deleted.
Sangwon stares at the screen, brain refusing to process what he’s seeing. The smile dies instantly.
Leo deleted it. All of it is wiped away.
Now Sangwon really does feel like crying. His eyes stings as he rolls onto his back, throwing an arm over his face.
“Hyung, you’re actually evil…” he whispers to the empty room. “The worst. I hate you. I’m going to die. I’m actually going to die a virgin who never even got to see you come.”
His cock gives one tired, mournful twitch against his sticky thigh, as if it, too, is mourning the loss. The mess in his pants has gone cold and gross, but he can’t bring himself to move yet.
RIP to his dick.
RIP to his sanity.
Sangwon lies there for a few more miserable seconds, wallowing in miserable, sticky aftermath. Then, with a sniff, he opens the chat again. The empty space where Leo’s video used to be feels like a personal attack.
Sangwon
12:47 am.
You deleted it…
I’m actually going to cry
This is emotional abuse
Leo
12:48 am.
:)