[It's retorted as Koby is walking, mental energy still hovering around Hao, picking up on the intense hormones. It's there, like a hazy, hot fog, one that after a moment he nudges on, towards Hyunsu.]
( there's actually a few minutes before hao can even respond, because there's too much yapping and not enough fucking him and he can't resist the urge to frantically and feverishly jerk off again, whimpering pathetically when he comes all over his belly.
eventually: )
YES ITS THAT BAD omfg yes im in my room i didnt wanna type twice so i did this hoping sum1 would comehere and fUCK ME
[Woahhhh, okay, okay -- that's. Okay. Koby still has a direct line to Hao's mental and emotional state, so the sudden, shattered-with-pleasure, overstimulated-but-still-wanting sense of coming (again, it's again how many times already) shoots down his spine like lightning, makes his knees buckle. He's also still mentally touching Hyunsu, and the shock of white-out arousal bleeds through, uncontrollably, transferred through him, laced with his own sudden, heated want.
Koby actually stumbles, reaches out a hand to steady himself against the wall.]
Okay. Okay, just hold on, then, it's
Hyunsu, do you want me there? [He knows Hao does, he can feel it, and the mistletoe and the ballroom and the sweet, careful caution in every move mean Koby would be -- open, at the very least, to following the hot, sticky, desperate trail of emotion to it's source. But he waits, for permission, for a request, for an invitation.]
[It takes Hyunsu a moment to respond. Actually a couple of moments. Because the intense spike of arousal he suddenly feels causes him to walk directly into the doorframe he was just passing through, thereby sending his phone flying out of his hand. So he then has to 1.) recover from a climax that wasn't even his and 2.) retrieve his phone from down the hall.
When he responds he's flushed and vaguely weak kneed but still heading in the direction of Hao's room.]
it's ok. he needs us both.
[His relationship with Hao is still kind of new and he's still getting to know Koby, so he hasn't thought too much about a threesome with them, but he's open to the idea and at the moment he's more concerned about Hao and getting him what he needs more than anything else.]
[Because again, Koby's in both their aura's, and while that isn't precisely mind-reading, it's enough that he feels the impact as Hyunsu walks into the doorframe, followed almost immediately by the flash of fury from Hao. And he's still shaky-kneed from the (multiple) climaxes that aren't his own, but he doesn't want to completely disengage, in case the next step in whatever horniness curse this is involves Hao exploding or something. Unsexily.
Still, he reels back, rounding the corner towards Hao's room and replying:] Get up and unlock it, or wait for ten minutes while I pick the lock.
[To the point that it's worrying, it's worrying but more than that it's dizzying, the constant pulse of arousal bleeding through Koby's newly-awakened senses that he's still not good at suppressing, flooding his veins, pooling hot and wet and needy between his legs and he -- sort of doesn't want to wait either, actually. It gets worse the closer he gets to Hao's room, ears flushing deep red, heart pounding in his chest, knees shaky and weak as he finally stumbles to the door.
He tries the knob, just because he Has To Know, letting out a frustrated whine of noise when it is, in fact, locked.] Why did you lock your door?
[Hyunsu is rounding the corner himself now just as Koby is rattling Hao's door know. He's still in his pajamas (which is just a pair of pajama pants and a tank top) and his hair is still slightly mussed from sleep. It's clear that once he understood what was going on he decided to head straight to Hao without bothering with anything else.]
Don't most people lock their doors at night?
[Presumably Hao didn't know he was going to wake up to a horny emergency.
Hyunsu pauses before trying anything with the door.]
[On some level Koby does notice that Hyunsu is wearing pajama's, that his shoulders are bare and rippling with muscle and that his pajama pants sit low on his hips, soft and loose and god there's hunger and desire roaring through Koby's veins like fire, like he's plunged his whole body into the flames, like it's consuming him, bleeding over from whatever insanity Hao's trapped in, and all Koby wants to do is drop down to his knees and--]
Okay. Okay. [It comes out strained, tight with the effort of holding back everything he's feeling, his own want compounding on Hao's and back again, bleeding out of him and spreading, spreading, leaking, dripping (god, it isn't the only thing that's dripping), hunger and lust and frenetic needneedneed, and he knows Hyunsu can feel it, he doesn't need to be an empath, Koby's aura's just that bright and insistent and urgent, pleading, begging him for help, help him, help them and it takes an effort like lifting a battleship, but Koby pushes off the locked door and tries not to feel what Hao is, tries not to shove the fraught mess of his emotions anywhere but his own body. He stumbles out of the way, still intrigued in some (small, less-pressing) part of his mind to see Hyunsu break the door down.]
Well -- people who have sense lock it, which you don't! [Koby's not too horny to snip at Hao through the door, insulting even though Hao sort of feels like he's about to die.]
[Hyunsu does feel it. Almost immediately he feels heat pooling in his belly and his mouth goes dry. It takes him a moment to realize that it's not all him. That there's more to the spike in his arousal than the sound of Hao's needy whines (and curses, from the sound of it) through the door or the heat in Koby's gaze as he scans Hyunsu's body with his eyes. It's Koby's aura. He's overwhelmed and can't contain it all.
Fortunately, if there's one thing Hyunsu has plenty of experience with at this point it's ignoring and resisting desire. He swallows hard and licks his lips, but forces himself to focus on the task at hand.
He can do this. All he has to do is get the door open. He can think about his hardening cock afterwards. The wing would be too destructive if they want anything resembling privacy, so instead he uses all of his supernatural strength to break the doorknob clean off the door and forces the door open with a shove.]
[-- well, that doesn't help. The effortless way Hyunsu snaps the doorknob off, simple, easy as breaking a twig, as twisting ripe fruit off the vine, fingers digging into the plush flesh, juice dripping down -- no, no more dripping, no matter how hot Hyunsu forcing the door open is. Koby swallows hard, audibly, stumbling forward on wobbly knees, feeling his grip on his composure slowly, slowly slipping.
There are goosebumps scattered over his bare arms, his shoulders, revealed in the tight tank top he'd been wearing to bed, his bare shins and thighs beneath the hems of his loose shorts. Koby crosses his arms as he tries to walk in a straight line, into the room, into the heated scent of arousal and frustration and sweat and --]
Sorry. [On a choking, shuddery breath, to Hyunsu, to Hao, knowing that he's amplifying the intense desire, echoing and reverberating it again and again.] I'm -- I'm making it worse.
Fuck off — ( hao still has the wherewithal to holler back at koby when he pointedly yells his own little jab, even though all hao wants is for someone to fuck him —
the mere thought of it makes him moan loudly, no regard for any of his neighbors because, like, fuck them, too, and it makes him hastily slide two fingers, slick with cum and lube and probably drool, back inside himself, fingers crooking just so, pads of his fingers rubbing in time with the renewed stroking of his cock with his other hand. the desperation clawing at his gut feels like it's absolutely fucking multiplied, maybe from the muffled sounds of koby and hyunsu outside of his door, knowing that they can probably hear him whining pathetically, knowing that they're going to walk in on him looking absolutely debauched.
oh. as if on cue, hao's head lolls to the side just in time to see hyunsu make quick work of the doorknob and — holy fuck, it is hot, his raw strength — raw. god, why can't he even think in non-horny terms? ) Oh my fucking god, ( is all hao manages to moan out when he sees the two of them at last, real, physical, here, not just products of his dirty fantasies. his hips lift up off the bed as he works himself even more insistently until he comes with a gasp, squirming through the aftershocks of his orgasm, barely cognizant of the feeble spurt of pearly white that pools in a divot of his belly. it should embarrass him, really, and it probably will later on, but hao doesn't give a shit about being naked and flushed and reeking of sex. it just means that he can have them sooner, god, thank god. )
[As soon as the door is open Hyunsu is fully locked in on Hao. He swallows dryly, unable to look away from Hao as he writhes on the bed and he barely hears Koby's apology over Hao's moans, or maybe it's just impossible to focus on anything else with his own mounting desire getting harder and harder (haha literally) to ignore.
Though in spite of the confusion and frenzy of everything that's happening, Hyunsu's arousal is mingled with a bright, warm fondness--which he always feels when he looks at Hao, even though he doesn't always know how to express it--now tinged with concern and a bone deep desire to help in whatever way he can. He can't help but make a beeline for him, the need to touch him and hold him pushing him to move.]
It's okay. [he says as he reaches the bed, and though his voice is thick with arousal he tries to sound soothing. Not just to Hao, but to Koby, too.] We're here. I'll give you anything you need.
[And he means it, too. In spite of being flushed and so hot and horny that he's starting to feel dizzy with it, he's not thinking about himself at all. He's just worried about Hao and Koby.]
[It's a one-two punch of sensations -- first the shattering, searing feeling of Hao coming again, is that three or four, his nerves are rubbed raw with it, his muscles aching, even as the all-consuming, ferocious fire in his bones refuses to let up, keeping him at that fever pitch of need, the edge not even blunted by how many times Hao's worked himself into another unsatisfying release. And then, right behind it, Hyunsu's reaction, bright and fervent with worry and fondness and eagerness and something deeper, something that thrums in the very core of him, something that's entirely centered around Hao, Hao squirming with need and Hao snippy in the morning and Hao laughing with all his teeth, and Koby's attention is pulled away for an instant by that rush of tenderness, how it shows in the shaky, sweet way Hyunsu stumbles to the bed, and something anxious in his chest unspools at last.
Because at the core of everything, the horrors and triumphs and glory of this strange place, the differences in who Koby is now, a part of him will always be that boy in summer, down in Otherworld for the first time, shivery and eager and curious and terrified. And Hao will always be the sharp-smiled boy who pressed him up against the wall and kissed him messy and hungry and needy, and touched him like nobody else ever had, like there wasn't a single thing wrong with him. There's a sliver of Koby's heart, his soul that's always going to belong to that boy, always going to worry (exasperated, frustrated, snide and snippy as it might be) about his safety, his comfort, his happiness. But -- Hyunsu is there, sweet and earnest and laced through with the sort of affection that Koby knows damn well means the world, and there's no reason to worry about Hao at all.
That thread of emotion, that fondness that borders on worship -- Koby doesn't let that bleed through quite as much, not wanting to share Hyunsu's innermost thoughts, especially now. Instead he tugs at the tight coil of arousal instead, finds it running down Hyunsu's spine, building hot and needy at the base, takes it and twines it with his own desire (hot and wet and dripping down his thighs, soaked through his underwear, sealing it transparent against his flushed flesh) and then nudges it against the fevered heat of Hao's presence.] He's right, see? [Gently exasperated, fond, affectionate, turning away from the bed with an effort and rummaging around in the cupboards until he finds a glass.] Take a deep breath or you're going to pass out and not be able to feel anything.
[Crossing to the bathroom, Koby pauses a moment, free hand carding through the pink-tipped, sweat-soaked strands, gently smoothing them away from Hao's face, gathering a loose handful, then tugging.] I'll be right back. You're drinking water before you can touch me, understand? [There's a line of steel in his tone, something deeper than the bossiness Koby occasionally shows in his day-to-day. He can feel Hao's needy helplessness, feel Hyunsu's desperate need to help, to take care of them both, and he steps easily into the dominant role, the decision-maker, perhaps a bit incongruous with his appearance, but Koby would be lying if he said he didn't like it.
That same hand moves to Hyunsu's face, petting at his hair much more gently, nudging his gaze upwards.] He's going to be fine. We'll both be fine, okay? [Koby leans in, quick, sweet, kisses the corner of Hyunsu's mouth, both a reassurance and another way to torment Hao a little. Nothing messy or lingering, though -- Koby has a task to do.] You can touch him til I get back. I'll bring you some water too, you'll need it.
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wait, what?
where are you?
[It's not that he doesn't believe Koby, but even if Hao isn't actually dying this is still concerning.]
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with one hand firmly on his dick: )
good morning sunshine im on my DEATH BEd in m yroom
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can i bring you anything?
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ive cum fkn 4 times in the past hr and im so horny i feel like im gonnandie
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[It's retorted as Koby is walking, mental energy still hovering around Hao, picking up on the intense hormones. It's there, like a hazy, hot fog, one that after a moment he nudges on, towards Hyunsu.]
See? Feel that?
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[oh. wtf Koby, he didn't realize you could do that.]
ok, i'm on my way.
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He's in his room. You're in your room, right, Hao?
Wait did you text us both on purpose? Is it THAT bad?
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[it's ok hyunsu has no problem deciphering Hao's typos at this point he understood what he meant earlier.]
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eventually: )
YES ITS THAT BAD
omfg
yes im in my room
i didnt wanna type twice so i did this hoping sum1 would comehere and fUCK ME
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Koby actually stumbles, reaches out a hand to steady himself against the wall.]
Okay. Okay, just hold on, then, it's
Hyunsu, do you want me there? [He knows Hao does, he can feel it, and the mistletoe and the ballroom and the sweet, careful caution in every move mean Koby would be -- open, at the very least, to following the hot, sticky, desperate trail of emotion to it's source. But he waits, for permission, for a request, for an invitation.]
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When he responds he's flushed and vaguely weak kneed but still heading in the direction of Hao's room.]
it's ok. he needs us both.
[His relationship with Hao is still kind of new and he's still getting to know Koby, so he hasn't thought too much about a threesome with them, but he's open to the idea and at the moment he's more concerned about Hao and getting him what he needs more than anything else.]
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and a thought hits him probably at the same exact time that hyunsu nearly concusses himself: )
FUCK
my fuckign door is locked
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[Because again, Koby's in both their aura's, and while that isn't precisely mind-reading, it's enough that he feels the impact as Hyunsu walks into the doorframe, followed almost immediately by the flash of fury from Hao. And he's still shaky-kneed from the (multiple) climaxes that aren't his own, but he doesn't want to completely disengage, in case the next step in whatever horniness curse this is involves Hao exploding or something. Unsexily.
Still, he reels back, rounding the corner towards Hao's room and replying:] Get up and unlock it, or wait for ten minutes while I pick the lock.
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[He's not even bleeding!]
i could break it down, but we may want privacy.
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[To the point that it's worrying, it's worrying but more than that it's dizzying, the constant pulse of arousal bleeding through Koby's newly-awakened senses that he's still not good at suppressing, flooding his veins, pooling hot and wet and needy between his legs and he -- sort of doesn't want to wait either, actually. It gets worse the closer he gets to Hao's room, ears flushing deep red, heart pounding in his chest, knees shaky and weak as he finally stumbles to the door.
He tries the knob, just because he Has To Know, letting out a frustrated whine of noise when it is, in fact, locked.] Why did you lock your door?
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[Hyunsu is rounding the corner himself now just as Koby is rattling Hao's door know. He's still in his pajamas (which is just a pair of pajama pants and a tank top) and his hair is still slightly mussed from sleep. It's clear that once he understood what was going on he decided to head straight to Hao without bothering with anything else.]
Don't most people lock their doors at night?
[Presumably Hao didn't know he was going to wake up to a horny emergency.
Hyunsu pauses before trying anything with the door.]
Koby, I need you to step back.
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Okay. Okay. [It comes out strained, tight with the effort of holding back everything he's feeling, his own want compounding on Hao's and back again, bleeding out of him and spreading, spreading, leaking, dripping (god, it isn't the only thing that's dripping), hunger and lust and frenetic needneedneed, and he knows Hyunsu can feel it, he doesn't need to be an empath, Koby's aura's just that bright and insistent and urgent, pleading, begging him for help, help him, help them and it takes an effort like lifting a battleship, but Koby pushes off the locked door and tries not to feel what Hao is, tries not to shove the fraught mess of his emotions anywhere but his own body. He stumbles out of the way, still intrigued in some (small, less-pressing) part of his mind to see Hyunsu break the door down.]
Well -- people who have sense lock it, which you don't! [Koby's not too horny to snip at Hao through the door, insulting even though Hao sort of feels like he's about to die.]
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Fortunately, if there's one thing Hyunsu has plenty of experience with at this point it's ignoring and resisting desire. He swallows hard and licks his lips, but forces himself to focus on the task at hand.
He can do this. All he has to do is get the door open. He can think about his hardening cock afterwards. The wing would be too destructive if they want anything resembling privacy, so instead he uses all of his supernatural strength to break the doorknob clean off the door and forces the door open with a shove.]
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There are goosebumps scattered over his bare arms, his shoulders, revealed in the tight tank top he'd been wearing to bed, his bare shins and thighs beneath the hems of his loose shorts. Koby crosses his arms as he tries to walk in a straight line, into the room, into the heated scent of arousal and frustration and sweat and --]
Sorry. [On a choking, shuddery breath, to Hyunsu, to Hao, knowing that he's amplifying the intense desire, echoing and reverberating it again and again.] I'm -- I'm making it worse.
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the mere thought of it makes him moan loudly, no regard for any of his neighbors because, like, fuck them, too, and it makes him hastily slide two fingers, slick with cum and lube and probably drool, back inside himself, fingers crooking just so, pads of his fingers rubbing in time with the renewed stroking of his cock with his other hand. the desperation clawing at his gut feels like it's absolutely fucking multiplied, maybe from the muffled sounds of koby and hyunsu outside of his door, knowing that they can probably hear him whining pathetically, knowing that they're going to walk in on him looking absolutely debauched.
oh. as if on cue, hao's head lolls to the side just in time to see hyunsu make quick work of the doorknob and — holy fuck, it is hot, his raw strength — raw. god, why can't he even think in non-horny terms? ) Oh my fucking god, ( is all hao manages to moan out when he sees the two of them at last, real, physical, here, not just products of his dirty fantasies. his hips lift up off the bed as he works himself even more insistently until he comes with a gasp, squirming through the aftershocks of his orgasm, barely cognizant of the feeble spurt of pearly white that pools in a divot of his belly. it should embarrass him, really, and it probably will later on, but hao doesn't give a shit about being naked and flushed and reeking of sex. it just means that he can have them sooner, god, thank god. )
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Though in spite of the confusion and frenzy of everything that's happening, Hyunsu's arousal is mingled with a bright, warm fondness--which he always feels when he looks at Hao, even though he doesn't always know how to express it--now tinged with concern and a bone deep desire to help in whatever way he can. He can't help but make a beeline for him, the need to touch him and hold him pushing him to move.]
It's okay. [he says as he reaches the bed, and though his voice is thick with arousal he tries to sound soothing. Not just to Hao, but to Koby, too.] We're here. I'll give you anything you need.
[And he means it, too. In spite of being flushed and so hot and horny that he's starting to feel dizzy with it, he's not thinking about himself at all. He's just worried about Hao and Koby.]
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Because at the core of everything, the horrors and triumphs and glory of this strange place, the differences in who Koby is now, a part of him will always be that boy in summer, down in Otherworld for the first time, shivery and eager and curious and terrified. And Hao will always be the sharp-smiled boy who pressed him up against the wall and kissed him messy and hungry and needy, and touched him like nobody else ever had, like there wasn't a single thing wrong with him. There's a sliver of Koby's heart, his soul that's always going to belong to that boy, always going to worry (exasperated, frustrated, snide and snippy as it might be) about his safety, his comfort, his happiness. But -- Hyunsu is there, sweet and earnest and laced through with the sort of affection that Koby knows damn well means the world, and there's no reason to worry about Hao at all.
That thread of emotion, that fondness that borders on worship -- Koby doesn't let that bleed through quite as much, not wanting to share Hyunsu's innermost thoughts, especially now. Instead he tugs at the tight coil of arousal instead, finds it running down Hyunsu's spine, building hot and needy at the base, takes it and twines it with his own desire (hot and wet and dripping down his thighs, soaked through his underwear, sealing it transparent against his flushed flesh) and then nudges it against the fevered heat of Hao's presence.] He's right, see? [Gently exasperated, fond, affectionate, turning away from the bed with an effort and rummaging around in the cupboards until he finds a glass.] Take a deep breath or you're going to pass out and not be able to feel anything.
[Crossing to the bathroom, Koby pauses a moment, free hand carding through the pink-tipped, sweat-soaked strands, gently smoothing them away from Hao's face, gathering a loose handful, then tugging.] I'll be right back. You're drinking water before you can touch me, understand? [There's a line of steel in his tone, something deeper than the bossiness Koby occasionally shows in his day-to-day. He can feel Hao's needy helplessness, feel Hyunsu's desperate need to help, to take care of them both, and he steps easily into the dominant role, the decision-maker, perhaps a bit incongruous with his appearance, but Koby would be lying if he said he didn't like it.
That same hand moves to Hyunsu's face, petting at his hair much more gently, nudging his gaze upwards.] He's going to be fine. We'll both be fine, okay? [Koby leans in, quick, sweet, kisses the corner of Hyunsu's mouth, both a reassurance and another way to torment Hao a little. Nothing messy or lingering, though -- Koby has a task to do.] You can touch him til I get back. I'll bring you some water too, you'll need it.