[-- 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 β ( 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 β
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 β holy fuck, it is hot, his raw strength β 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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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 β holy fuck, it is hot, his raw strength β 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.