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Sitting here on the floor with a bunch of metal parts spread out all around him, Taehyung feels kind of ridiculous.
He’s not sure why, but when he ordered this dildo machine online, he assumed that it would already be… assembled. Instead, he’s got a page with illustrated instructions and a million parts, and rather than feeling turned on and excited, he’s worried about how he’s going to disassemble this thing fast enough when he’s done with it. He’s already been at this for twenty fucking minutes.
It’s just that he’s got a limited amount of time before the others start coming back home. He knew that when he had the package delivered, but he thought that, by then, he would be done with using it and then some.
Doesn’t matter. Even if he gets caught, it wouldn’t be the first time. It would be the first time he’d get caught being fucked by a whole ass robot, but still. They all know each other well enough to not go into each other’s rooms without permission. Privacy is coveted in this house. Well. With everyone except for Hoseok. But that’s Taehyung’s fault. Last time he caught Hoseok jerking off, he may or may not have… teased Hoseok a little more than he should have.
Ugh, whatever. He’s never been ashamed about jerking off, and he isn’t going to start now. Besides, the sooner he finishes assembling this rocket, the sooner he’ll be able to start using it.
The main problem is that he isn’t sure how long it's going to take him to actually use it once it’s built. See, there’s a reason that he’s here right now, trying to figure out how the hell to stick this metal bit to that metal bit, and he has to remind himself of that.
This is worth it. He wants this dildo machine. He’s always dreamed of having one of them but never had the nerve to buy it, not with how massive it is, not with how loud he’s pretty sure it will be, not with the risk of getting caught using it. Shamelessness or not, getting caught masturbating by his best friends is not fun.
But last week, he finally snapped.
He was on his hands and knees, getting pounded by one of the most attractive, amazing-in-bed men he’s ever met in his life. It was incredible. Taehyung was so turned on, so hard, so close. His body was on fire. He was holding onto the headboard with both hands, watching it bang against the wall over and over again, riding the feeling of being filled- a feeling that he absolutely loves.
He was going to come – untouched – for the first time. He could feel it. So, so close. He wanted to so badly. And if he couldn’t with a man like that, who was this good in bed, this good at fucking him, then he probably couldn’t with anyone. And he wanted to.
But Taehyung couldn’t. Credit where credit is due: the guy held on for a long time. If Taehyung had wrapped a hand around his cock, he probably would have been able to have two orgasms during that span of time. But no. He spent that whole time teetering on the edge of orgasm, getting more and more frustrated the longer it went on and he couldn’t come.
Eventually, nearing orgasm too, that stunning man bent forward and told Taehyung he was going to come.
“Just a bit longer, I’m so close,” Taehyung pleaded, but he’s been close for twenty minutes, and it wasn’t happening.
It took one moment, one accidental touch, one feather-light brush from the man’s hand over Taehyung’s cock, and Taehyung came. That’s actually all it took. And god, it felt good. But it wasn’t what Taehyung wanted, which meant that he was more annoyed than anything. At himself.
So, he got back to his hotel room later that night, pulled out his laptop, and angrily clicked “order” on the dildo machine that he's been daydreaming about buying for the past several years.
And now, he’s here. An hour and five minutes of struggling, but he’s finally got his dildo machine standing in front of him in all its glory.
Why a dildo machine? Simple. A dildo machine can’t get tired.
Last week with that man wasn’t the first time Taehyung had tried coming untouched. He’s always wanted to know what it would be like. Has a feeling it would be the most insanely good thing he’s ever experienced. But he never managed to get himself there.
Every time he tries, it goes exactly the same way.
He starts getting close. Then, he gets closer. And closer. And more desperate to come. And his arm gets tired. And more tired. And he gets frustrated. And annoyed. And less close because of being frustrated and annoyed. So, he never succeeds. Always gives in and wraps a hand around himself, gets himself off like that. Too tired and impatient.
A fucking machine can’t get tired.
All Taehyung will have to do is lie back, click a button, and let it do its thing for as long as necessary. And promise himself that, no matter how desperately he’ll want to, he will not touch his cock. He’ll go as long as he needs and finally get himself there. Finally satisfy this burning curiosity that he’s had about coming untouched ever since he found out how much he likes anal.
The machine is loud.
He knew it would be, but the initial sound of it after he turns it on still surprises him. Metal gears turning and scraping. Sounds like he’s in a factory.
He hasn’t even attached a dildo to the end of it yet. Hasn’t decided which of the attachments that he ordered he wants to use. He turned it on just because he wanted to make sure that it works. And oh, it does. And it’s loud. And fast. He turns the dial on the remote slowly, and not even halfway, the machine is going faster than any human could.
Just for curiosity’s sake, he turns the dial all the way, then, with wide eyes, he shuts the machine off. Stops it.
Okay, maybe he is turned on. Even after all the struggling. His heart is pounding.
It’s time. Oh, fuck, he’s so excited.
He settles the machine on the floor by the foot of his bed, adjusts its height, the position of the rod, attaches a big – but not overly big – realistic dildo to the end of it, and takes a deep breath.
Walking around the room, he makes sure that everything is exactly as he wants it to be – the window open to let in a breeze, all lights off except for the one by his bedside table, the covers pushed aside, the lube and the remote on the bed, wet wipes on the bedside table for when he’s done, one pillow positioned in the middle of the mattress for his head to rest on and another pillow at the very edge of the bed to place under his ass. Couldn’t be more perfect.
Then, he strips, leaving his shirt on but taking everything else off.
Doesn’t matter how long it’ll take him. Doesn’t matter if someone comes home while he’s still going. He’s determined. He’s patient. Sort of. He will come untouched, and he will enjoy every second of the journey there.
Another deep breath. He tries to rein in his excitement, lower his expectations, knowing that determined as he may be, there is still the possibility of failure. He’ll enjoy this machine regardless. He’ll come regardless. Untouched or not. Just- hopefully untouched.
He lies down, shifting around until both pillows are positioned just right, his legs spread wide and hips tilted up to meet the dildo head-on. Then, he starts the process of preparing himself. With lubed-up fingers, he gently rubs his hole, thinking about last week, about that stunning, amazing man who fucked him so good.
As he slides one finger into himself, his mind wanders.
He thinks about that feeling. The feeling of being so close, like you’re there already- about to come. The edge. The couple of seconds before orgasm. The couple of seconds that stretch out to minutes when he’s getting fucked, when his prostate is pounded at the perfect angle. If it feels that good to just to get fucked without touching his cock, then coming like that would be incredible.
Pushing another finger in alongside the first, his eyes move to the door, and he thinks about getting caught.
It’s a potential inevitability that he has to consider. Whether the door is locked or not, someone might hear him and figure out what he’s doing. He thinks about it, and it… only turns him on further.
Thing is – he has nothing against getting caught as a concept. Actually, he’s fantasized countless times about being walked in on and taken. He’s sure that, one day, when he’s with someone, he’ll orchestrate a situation where he gets caught on purpose. Make a game out of it.
He grunts, twisting his fingers deeper into himself – all the way in, curling them against his prostate simply to start getting used to the feeling of it.
He’s even fantasized about the members walking in on him and getting overwhelmed enough with desire for him to actually cross that line and do something about it. Simply because it would be unexpected and exhilarating. But, of course, when they walk in on him in reality, that doesn’t happen. What happens is awkward spluttering and quickly getting out and shutting the door.
Again, except for Hoseok. It’s a whole thing with Hoseok and Taehyung at this point.
Hoseok is practically a nudist. Taehyung is a bit too shameless for his own good. A bad combo. Walking in on anyone except for Hoseok is awkward as hell. Walking in on Hoseok is an opportunity for teasing. And Hoseok does the same to Taehyung.
Slowly, Taehyung nudges the third finger into himself, exhaling steadily as he pushes it further in, as the lovely burn of the stretch washes over his body.
The teasing with Hoseok is never mean, but it’s also distinctly different than what happens with the others.
Instead of spluttering and rushing to close the door, Hoseok and Taehyung stand there, smirk at each other, say something like “enjoying yourself?” or “oh, yeah, I’m pretty into that porn star too,” or – and this one was the most memorable for Taehyung – when Hoseok told him to “hold the vibrator at the base instead of the shaft and turn it up to a higher speed. I promise it feels better that way.” Most memorable, yes, because after Hoseok left, Taehyung did as he was told, and it did feel better, and he came thinking about Hoseok.
Neither of them sticks around. The interactions are always short. Probably not even thirty seconds. Just- getting caught, surprise, understanding, smirk, teasing comment, and then, they leave.
Except for what Taehyung did last time.
He’s not sure what took over him in that moment. He was in a good mood. They were both in a good mood earlier in the night. There was a pep in Taehyung’s step and cockiness in his heart that he couldn’t control. So, when he walked in on Hoseok jerking off in the shower – because Hoseok is not someone who, god forbid, locks doors – Taehyung… well, Taehyung walked in there.
Hey, no locked door is practically an invitation, right?
Taehyung wasn’t thinking.
In Taehyung’s defense, the water wasn’t running as he walked past the door, so he didn’t know that anyone was in there. But he also didn’t stop and turn back when he saw Hoseok through the glass shower door leaning against the wall with a fist around his cock. He just walked in, not saying a word, brushed his teeth, and walked out.
In Taehyung’s defense again, Hoseok only raised his eyebrows, made like- two comments about Taehyung not leaving, and continued stroking himself – very slowly – as he did. He wasn’t visibly embarrassed after the first moment of surprise. He didn’t demand that Taehyung get the fuck out of there. He just kept jerking off.
So, Taehyung didn’t feel any particular rush to leave. It’s not like Taehyung was embarrassed. Taehyung enjoyed himself. Teasing Hoseok is fun. And it’s no hardship to look at Hoseok doing that to himself. Hoseok is hot. He just is. And Taehyung has a gut feeling that having sex with Hoseok would be incredible, which only makes Hoseok hotter to him.
Is it really Taehyung’s fault then that during his ‘getting walked in on’ fantasies, Hoseok is the one who appears the most often? Is it his fault that right now, as he’s twisting three fingers inside himself, facing both the dildo machine and the door, Taehyung is thinking about Hoseok knocking on the door? Probably. But Taehyung doesn’t care too much.
It’s been years, and nothing has happened between the two of them. It won’t suddenly happen now. And fantasies are harmless.
Feeling ready, he slides his fingers out of himself. Time to fuck his own brains out without having to move a muscle. Ugh. He’s so excited.
Shifting his hips around a little bit more, he scoots closer to the dildo, bends forward to slather it in lube, then takes a deep breath, already smiling.
He starts himself off slow, turning the dial on the remote ever so slightly.
The first breach of the dildo has him exhaling deeply. It’s cold. Not as pleasant a feeling as a real cock pushing into him. But still good. So good. And the fact that he’s able to do this without twisting himself into uncomfortable positions, without his arm straining from the prolonged effort, without his wrist hurting, is even better.
Slowly but persistently, the machine pushes forward.
Since Taehyung has no control over the depth outside of physically scooting back, the dildo pushes all the way into him far sooner than he would have had he just been fucking himself with a dildo the regular way. But that doesn’t matter. If anything, it adds to the sense of realism. Guys who fuck him don’t always go at the exact pace that he wants either.
He grunts. His body adjusts. He exhales steadily, trying to relax his muscles faster. Then, he lets his head fall back and his arms flop to his sides and enjoys the ride.
That’s it. He just lies there.
His cock is only half-hard at the moment, but he doesn’t touch it. There’s no rush. No reason to hurry the process along. He’ll get hard from the penetration and the penetration alone – exactly how he likes.
He knows that this is going to take a while. That jerking himself off is not the point. That there’s no reason to. The stimulation on his cock won’t help him come untouched. At least he doesn’t think so. Might as well let things build just from the internal stimulation for now. Maybe that’s the trick to coming handsfree.
Every once in a while, his hips shift uncontrollably, making the dildo brush against his prostate. Making him moan quietly. This is so nice. It’s just- so nice.
His thoughts wander again. The loud noise of the machine fades into the background as his ears get used to it.
He thinks about the hookup from last week again, thinks about how lovely that man’s cock felt inside him, how close he got to coming untouched. Thinks about the million times that he imagined using a dildo machine and the satisfaction of finally doing it. Thinks about Hoseok walking in on him. Remembers Hoseok telling him how to use his dildo on himself. Hoseok in the shower. Hoseok’s pretty hand wrapped around his own shaft, shamelessly stroking himself and letting Taehyung watch.
He turns the dial a bit so the dildo will fuck him a little faster, a little harder, and exhales deeply, his cock getting harder too.
It’s impossible for him not to wonder what would happen if Hoseok really did walk in on him right now. The door is locked, so it couldn’t happen, and even if it wasn’t, Hoseok wouldn’t just walk in. Probably. Taehyung did sort of just walk in on Hoseok last time.
But still. With the others, he knows what would happen, but Hoseok is unpredictable. Would he tell Taehyung how to use this dildo as well? Tell Taehyung to turn the speed up even faster? Would he be surprised that Taehyung is using this? Probably. Taehyung can imagine very well what he would look like right now to anyone who walked in through that door.
He turns the machine a bit faster and grunts. His body starts warming up. Heat suddenly washes through him like a wave. His cock is officially completely hard. He keeps moving uncontrollably, trying to keep the angle against his prostate perfect.
He’s not at that point yet – the tipping point right before orgasm. The edge. But he’s getting closer. He knows he won’t be able to orgasm right away, that it’ll be like with the guy from last week – that he’ll teeter there for a while. He knows that he’ll have to show restraint, to not touch his cock no matter how desperate he gets. But he’s getting closer, and it already feels so fucking good.
Distantly, he hears the door to the apartment slam shut.
He groans. Of course it would fucking happen. And with Taehyung’s luck, it’s probably Hoseok too. Not that it matters. Door’s locked. And Hoseok wouldn’t just walk in anyway. Even though it might be hot if he did. It would be embarrassing to get caught like this, sure, but with Hoseok, it could also be hot.
Fuck that though. He needs to stop thinking about that and focus on what really matters right now. The sooner he’s done, the sooner he’ll be able to turn off this machine, the lower the chances will be that whoever came home will walk past his door and hear it and have questions.
And for that, he needs to focus inward. Block out distracting thoughts and let himself feel.
So, as much as he enjoys the sight of the dildo pushing into him, he closes his eyes. Slowly, he exhales, tilting his hips that tiny bit so that the dildo hits the exact spot that he needs it to hit, and turns the dial even higher.
Waves of heat continuously wash over him now. His heart beats faster and faster. His cock lies hard and untouched against his belly. He opens his eyes. Peeks. Can’t help it. He likes the way the toy looks going in and out of his hole. Likes seeing himself dripping precome onto his belly.
He wants to touch. Wants to feel the wetness, spread it, taste it. But he doesn’t. Refuses to. Knows that if he touches his cock once, the temptation to touch it again will be far too strong. And he doesn’t need it. He doesn’t. He can come without any stimulation on his cock, and it will be amazing. And if he’ll still want to touch his cock after coming, then hell- a second orgasm is always an option.
Again, he closes his eyes and exhales. His hand tightens around the remote, and he considers turning the speed up again, but he doesn’t yet. Doesn’t want to get oversensitive so soon.
As much as he tries not to listen – and he’s honestly trying – he can still hear someone walking outside his room.
If he had to guess, based on sound, he would say that whoever it is walked in and out of the bathroom and is now in the kitchen. Far enough away to not hear the mechanical sounds of the machine. Probably.
Ugh. He needs to stop thinking about it. And he needs it a little faster. He turns the dial ever so slightly more. And now, not only is the machine going much faster, it’s also much louder. But there’s nothing he can do about that. He chooses to just not think about it.
He closes his eyes again.
Focus inward.
He’s on that edge now. Teetering. So close but so far. His body is burning up. His heart is pounding. He has to keep his mouth tightly shut to stop himself from moaning. Has to forcefully keep himself from reaching out and jerking off.
The only problem is that he doesn’t know how long it’ll take him from this point to get to orgasm. And although he’s not frustrated yet, he knows that it’s only a matter of time. It’s difficult to be on that edge and not push himself over it when he knows that all it would take are a couple of strokes.
But he’s adamant. He can hold on. So he does hold on.
He’s not actually sure how much time passes, but he stays strong. His mind drifts – over and over – from thoughts of touching himself to making the machine go faster to thoughts of being caught. Continuously. Like a loop of desire and frustration.
It might be two minutes, it might be ten. Taehyung can’t tell. All he knows is that it feels like forever. At this point, he really is frustrated. He wants to come. He needs to come.
His hands keep twitching in these aborted little movements – uncontrollably trying to reach out, to jerk off, to just finish it. But he refuses. One hand tightens around the remote. The other twists into the sheets. He groans. Loudly. Then immediately stops himself, remembering that he’s not alone.
Somehow, he finds himself simultaneously wanting to make the machine go harder to shove himself over the edge and also to turn the machine off because of how fucking sensitive he’s getting on the inside. The more time passes, the more he believes that he might legitimately not be able to come like this. That it’s a dream he’s simply incapable of realizing.
But that’s just… something that he refuses to accept.
There is only one solution that he can think of.
He needs it faster. And Harder. Fuck the oversensitivity. He doesn't care. He just wants to push himself over the edge, and to be able to do that, he needs the temptation of turning the machine off gone.
So, he makes a mistake.
For one second, he doesn’t think. He just acts.
It’s true that he never managed to come handsfree before, but he knows – he just knows – that he can, that he just needs to let the machine go on for a bit longer. So, what he does is… he turns the dial higher – faster and harder – and tosses the fucking remote.
He just fucking tosses it. Off the bed. Out of reach. Like an idiot.
It takes him no more than a single second to realize that he shouldn’t have done it, but by then, it’s too late.
Because it being out of reach means two things.
The first is that he could have fucking broken it. He’s lucky he didn’t. If the machine suddenly stopped going because he idiotically broke the remote by tossing it? He would have cried. There would have been actual fucking tears had it simply stopped going.
And the second thing… Oh, the second thing is way worse.
The remote being out of reach means that he can’t change the speed at all – higher or lower, and it means that he truly can’t stop it. That to stop it, he would have to scoot back, get himself off the dildo and off the bed. Which is what he wanted in the moment, but he didn’t fucking think it through.
It means that whether he manages to come on this machine or not – and he will, even if he gives in and jerks off – it means he won’t be able to lie back with the dildo still inside him and enjoy the afterglow. Instead, he’ll have to get up to turn it off and stop it from making all this noise.
“Fuck,” he exclaims quietly then immediately moans. Loudly.
Shouldn’t have opened his mouth. He moans again. Fucking shit. So much harder to control the noise with his mouth open. He slaps his hand over his mouth and moans again, muffled this time.
“Hey, Tae?” Someone calls out from right outside his door. No, not someone. Hoseok. Because fucking of course.
“Fucking fuck,” Taehyung repeats.
“Are you okay?” Hoseok asks. “I can’t tell if you’re getting fucked or if you’re in a lot of pain.”
“I’m-” Taehyung chokes out, groans, then presses his lips tightly shut. Can’t let himself open his mouth or he’s just going to make more noise.
Oh, fuck, he wants to come. And he wants to jerk off so badly. What does it say about him that having Hoseok outside his door talking about him getting fucked doesn’t turn him off but only makes him hotter? Just not enough to fucking come. Ugh.
He reaches up and grabs his pillow with both hands. As hard as he can. Gets all of his frustration out on this poor piece of bedding.
“Tae?” Hoseok calls again. “Seriously, there are some weird sounds coming out of your room, and I know there’s no one in there with you. Are you okay? Tell me to fuck off if you are, and I will.”
“I’m fine,” Taehyung says, but it comes out too quiet. Not loud enough for Hoseok to hear.
“What?” Hoseok asks. “Did you hurt yourself? What’s that mechanical noise?”
“No. No! It’s nothing!” Taehyung tries again. “I’m- ugh, fuck.”
So close. So close. Too close. Jerk off. He needs to jerk off. Fuck coming handsfree. He can’t do this right now. Not now. Not with Hoseok standing right there listening to him. He can’t.
“Okay, yeah, no, I’m officially worried,” Hoseok says, and he actually does sound concerned.
Suddenly on the verge of tears – from frustration, desperation, oversensitivity – Taehyung isn’t able to answer. He just whimpers loudly.
“Alright, I’m coming in!” the door handle turns.
There’s this split second during which Taehyung doesn’t care about it. He watches the handle and doesn’t care that it’s moving. Because he knows the door is locked. And then, the door is opening. It’s opening, and Taehyung’s immediate reaction is plain disbelief.
Then, in the span of time that it takes for the door to open, Taehyung goes from trying to remember if he really didn’t lock the door before he started assembling the machine, to feeling horror at being seen this way, to remembering that he can’t fucking do anything to hide what’s happening because he’s an idiot who tossed the remote to the floor, to panic because – holy fucking shit – he really is about to get caught.
Unthinkingly, he grabs the blanket and tosses it over himself, but he doesn’t actually manage to get it all the way there in time.
“Tae-” Hoseok’s voice is much clearer now, and then, he’s just there, and he sees. “Okay. Wow. Okay.”
With the blanket over himself, Taehyung closes his eyes. Just shuts them. Tight. As if that would help right now. As if Hoseok isn’t standing right there. Maybe if Hoseok could see how embarrassed Taehyung is, he would leave the room without the comments and the teasing.
But the main problem is not even the fact that he’s embarrassed. It’s the fact that with Taehyung fantasizing about it so much, Hoseok watching him right now is not turning Taehyung off. The machine is still fucking him. Taehyung is unable to stop it. He’s so close. And it feels too good. Even with the sensitivity. What if he comes now? Right now? With Hoseok watching? Like- he’d be mortified, yes, but not enough to stop it from happening!
Except he can’t. He can’t focus enough to come right now, because all he can think about it that he isn’t hearing the door close.
He opens his eyes, tries to ignore the fact that he’s getting pounded, tries to make himself stop panting, and watches Hoseok just- stand there. Leaning against the doorframe with his arms folded and a smirk on his face.
Their eyes meet.
Neither of them says anything.
Taehyung expects the comment. The teasing comment. Once Hoseok says something, the sequence will be completed, and he’ll leave. Except Hoseok doesn’t say anything. The same way that Taehyung didn’t say anything either last time.
And just like Hoseok last time, Taehyung is the one to snap and say something.
“Really?” Taehyung asks, his voice breaking. Winded. “You’re just gonna stand there?”
“You’re just gonna talk to me with that thing going full speed like that?” Hoseok shoots back, still smirking.
Taehyung exhales in frustration. He’d turn it off if he could. At least he’s covered. Only a t-shirt and a blanket. And yes, Hoseok did get a glimpse of him when he walked in. And he can’t hide the fucking robot. But at least there’s something.
“Can you just-” Taehyung starts but isn’t actually sure how to finish that sentence. Can you just leave? Can you just hand me the remote that I threw away like a dumbass so that I could stop the machine? Can you just say something super hot so that I can fucking come already?
“What?” Hoseok asks. “Do you want me to leave or should I stay and watch for a while like you did?”
Fucking knew it was going to come back to bite him. Taehyung lets go of the pillow and covers his face with his hands. He’s still looking though- through his fingers. Has to see Hoseok.
“Oh, yeah,” Hoseok says. “Karma’s a bitch.”
Taehyung grunts. Can’t stop the noise. And he’s not even sure if it’s what Hoseok says that makes him grunt, or the fact that his prostate is starting to honestly hurt, or the frustration over not being able to stop this without physically moving, without exposing himself in some way.
“Although, I do have to say, I was joking when I said it sounded like you were getting fucked. It legitimately sounded like you were in pain,” Hoseok continues. “Although, pain and pleasure…” he tils his head side to side contemplatively, “sound the same a lot of times. Are the same even. I should have guessed.”
This is not fair. This is way beyond their single teasing comment.
“I didn’t imagine that the next time I caught you jerking off would be like this,” Hoseok says, his eyebrows going up with amusement. “Some greater force must have been on my side today.”
Hoseok tilts his head deeply to the side, as if he’s trying to get a better look, and Taehyung suddenly isn’t sure that the blanket is covering him fully. He tries to close his legs, but his muscles are strained from being in that position for so long, so he only manages to squeeze them a little bit before they fall back apart. And what’s worse is that this little movement somehow manages to make him even more sensitive.
“No, seriously,” Hoseok says, smiling wider. Like he’s actually happy- like he’s pleased that this is happening. “You’re just gonna let that thing keep going like that while I’m talking to you?”
“You’re just gonna keep talking to me?” Taehyung snaps.
“Would you rather I stand here quietly instead?” Hoseok asks. “Like you did?”
“Or you could just – I don’t know – leave?” Taehyung says.
“Is that a suggestion?” Hoseok teases. “Because you haven’t actually said that you want me to leave yet.”
Taehyung cringes. That’s because he’s not fucking sure that he does. If anything, he’s leaning toward asking Hoseok to get him the remote before he leaves so that he could turn the speed a little lower and attempt to finish this the way he originally wanted to.
Seeming to catch onto something, Hoseok’s eyes scan the bed.
“I mean… it’s one thing to watch me jerk off in the shower,” Hoseok drawls, his eyes moving around the room. It’s only a matter of time before he puts two and two together and spots the remote. “It’s another thing to be getting drilled by a dildo machine… Although, at least in your case, you’re covered. Only a blanket, sure, but that’s more grace than you gave me.”
“Didn’t hear you complaining all that hard,” Taehyung chokes out, blushing.
“I’m not hearing you complaining all that hard either,” Hoseok smiles.
His eyes stop moving, trained on the remote on the floor. His eyebrows furrow, and, squinting, he looks at Taehyung. Then back to the remote again.
“Is that…” Hoseok asks, pushes himself off the doorframe and walks toward the remote.
“I tossed it,” Taehyung manages to get the words out, blushing profusely. He’s going to ask Hoseok to give the remote back to him, and then, probably feeling like he sufficiently teased Taehyung, Hoseok will leave.
Hoseok glances at him as he bends down to pick it up, “Why would you do that?”
“Wasn’t thinking,” Taehyung answers, barely breathing. “I shouldn’t have tossed it.”
“Probably not,” Hoseok agrees, turning the remote this way and that- studying it instead of handing it over. “It still sounds like you’re in pain, you know.”
“I’m-” Taehyung starts but accidentally squeezes the dildo too hard and ends up whimpering instead.
“Is it going too fast for you?” Hoseok asks quietly, sounding more curious than anything. “It looks like it’s going way too fast.”
And Taehyung, instead of saying anything coherent like ‘yes’ or like ‘leave’, ends up bursting into laughter instead. Actually, it may be more of a mix of laughing and sobbing, but still, not what he should respond with. He’s just- embarrassed and oversensitive and also kind of… sad. About not succeeding.
Out of nowhere, he feels the dildo slowing down. More and more and more. Gradually. Until it’s barely moving at all. Every thrust takes long, long moments to complete. The machine doesn’t stop completely, but it slows enough to have Taehyung… sag. He just sinks into the sheets, harshly panting in relief.
“Better?” Hoseok asks, suddenly much closer to Taehyung, standing right next to the bed.
Taehyung frowns deeply, but after a second, he manages to nod. Because it is better.
“Good,” Hoseok nods too, still not handing the remote over. Simply watching Taehyung.
Taehyung reaches one hand out to him.
But Hoseok pulls the remote away, “Where’s my thank you?”
Taehyung blinks. Doesn’t say anything. It’s… hard to think coherently. Now that the machine isn’t going so fast, the pain is dissipating a little, and pleasure is taking over again instead. It feels good. And Hoseok watching him so intensely feels… kind of good too.
Slowly, Hoseok’s gaze moves to the still-open door.
Taehyung hasn’t even thought about the fact that there might be more people home who could walk by and see, that Hoseok might not have come home alone.
“So,” suddenly, Hoseok’s voice is casual, cutting off Taehyung’s panic.
He starts walking toward the door with the remote still in his hand, and for a moment, Taehyung thinks that he’s going to leave, to take the remote with him, to put it out of Taehyung’s reach again.
“What exactly are you doing?” Hoseok asks and… closes the door. From the inside.
Taehyung gapes, unsure of the exact implications of a move like that, “What?”
“What are you doing?” Hoseok repeats.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” Taehyung snaps.
“It looks…” Hoseok leans back against the door, far, far away from Taehyung, “like you’ve been at this for too long, like you’re oversensitive, like you’re not jerking yourself off on purpose. It looked like you were in pain. What are you doing?”
“That’s-” Taehyung gapes, squirming under the scrutiny, accidentally making the dildo brush against his prostate in a way that almost makes him moan. “That’s none of your business.”
“Tell me to leave then,” Hoseok says, and it’s clearly a challenge. “You haven’t yet. Technically. You’ve only asked if I’m going to. Tell me now.”
But something in Taehyung’s gut can’t. Curiosity. Wanting to know where the hell Hoseok is trying to take this. It’s not like something is going to happen between them now, after all these years, right?
Hoseok hums when Taehyung doesn’t answer for too long, looks down at the remote in his hands again, and places his fingers on the dial. Instinctively, Taehyung clenches, his eyes widening, but Hoseok doesn’t do anything other than smirk.
“Trying to see how long you can last, is that it?” Hoseok asks, gently brushing his fingers around the dial. Quietly, he adds, “Do you come too fast when you get fucked?”
Taehyung inhales and decides to just- go with this. He doesn’t know where this is going, but it doesn’t really matter to him at the moment. If this is just teasing, fine. But it doesn’t feel like it. It seems like… more. In some way. It’s like a line being crossed. And Taehyung is… fine with it. More than fine. He’s so excited that his heart is suddenly pounding.
“No,” Taehyung answers.
Hoseok hums, nodding, “Is it practice? Are you bad at taking cock?”
“No,” it comes off kind of defensive this time.
“I can see that,” Hoseok smirks. “Well, I can hear it.”
“Then why’d you ask?” Taehyung asks.
“Wanted to hear you say it,” Hoseok shrugs. “So, why are you doing this? I heard that mechanical noise-” Hoseok points at the machine, “-right when I walked into the apartment, which means it was on before then. And then, I was doing things for at least ten minutes. If you’re not doing this to try to last…” he squints.
“I’m trying to-” Taehyung blushes. Wanting to learn to come untouched seemed like such a valid thing when he started this, but saying it out loud…
“Are you gonna get shy on me now?” Hoseok asks, placing his fingers on the dial again.
“I’m covered with a blanket!” Taehyung protests.
“If that’s you trying to imply that you are shy, I’m afraid I don’t believe you,” Hoseok says. “If you were shy, you would have reacted the way Yoongi did that one time I caught him fucking himself. You would have pulled yourself off that thing, yelled at me to get out, then, a few days later, you would have drunkenly begged me to not tell anyone about the brand of dildo you were using.”
“What brand of dildo was he using?” Taehyung asks before he can stop himself.
“Ask him,” Hoseok smirks. “Now, tell me what you’re trying to accomplish.”
Suddenly, Hoseok turns the dial, making the dildo go ever so slightly faster.
Taehyung gasps, his heart pounding harder at the mere fact that Hoseok is doing this to him right now.
“I’m trying…” Taehyung attempts again. “Umm- I’m trying to come.”
Hoseok’s brows furrow, a few seconds pass, “Do you… have an issue with that?”
“What?” Taehyung gulps, panting, shifting his hips to keep the dildo off his prostate. Doesn’t want to react too hard in front of Hoseok. “What? No.”
Hoseok squints.
“I mean, I’m…” Taehyung understands the confusion. “I’m trying to come like- handsfree.”
“Oh,” Hoseok smiles again, and fucking god, he looks so pleased.
For a second, Taehyung glances down, trying to see if Hoseok is… reacting to him. It’s not that he wants Hoseok to react. But he doesn’t want Hoseok to be standing there and- not reacting. Honestly, he finds it kind of disappointing that Hoseok’s bulge looks about the same as it always does.
“Did you expect me to be hard?” Hoseok asks darkly, obviously onto him. He turns the dial again, slowing the machine down.
Taehyung blushes, for the first time feeling more embarrassed than turned on.
“I’m a visual guy, and- blanket” Hoseok waves his hand, dismissive. Then, suddenly, his voice turns serious. “And I’m also a careful guy. I know I’m crossing a line. Far more than you did last time. Even though you watching me jerk off was pushing it too,” he gives Taehyung a small smile, and Taehyung’s lips twitch up in a smile in response, but Taehyung’s cock is suddenly… flagging. “This took me off guard. I’m too unsure about where this is going, and my dick’s aware of that, so-” he shrugs, smiling, then instantly changes the subject. “You wanna come handsfree?”
“Uh…” Taehyung’s not sure what to say now.
“Do you think you can?” Hoseok asks, quickly locking the door and pushing himself off it.
“I… yeah,” Taehyung answers. Turning the lock means Hoseok is staying. He’s staying.
“Not everyone can,” Hoseok says, slowly walking toward Taehyung again.
“I think I can,” Taehyung says, wondering what Hoseok’s destination is.
“Then why are you struggling now?” Hoseok asks, stopping next to the bed, turning the remote over and over in his hands. “Because clearly you are.”
“I… don’t know,” Taehyung shares. “I thought I could. I think I can. I- I’ve just- never managed.”
Hoseok hums, then – meeting Taehyung’s eyes and holding his gaze – Hoseok sits on the edge of Taehyung’s bed. Not close enough to touch him, but still there, denting the mattress beside him.
Taehyung gulps, clenching around the slow-moving dildo, and his cock is suddenly no longer flagging.
“I’ll tell you why you’re struggling,” Hoseok says.
Taehyung clenches again, purposefully this time. It just feels so good. But he doesn’t moan. Manages not to.
“The problem is…” Hoseok says. “You thought you could do it based on sex, right? During sex, you were probably close to coming handsfree so many times but never quite managed to get yourself there.”
Even though Hoseok didn’t ask, Taehyung nods – slowly and blushing, but he nods.
“And you thought ‘oh, I just need a little longer. I just need them to not come so fast. I just need them to give me the time to get there’,” Hoseok asks. “So you figured- dildo machine. Why not try that?”
Again, Taehyung nods, both fascinated and turned on by how perceptive Hoseok is.
“But you neglected one simple thing, one difference between a dildo machine and an actual human,” Hoseok says. “And that’s…” he raises his hand off the bed and – very slowly and carefully – places it on Taehyung’s calf. Right on his skin. On a part that isn’t covered by the blanket. “Touch.”
Quietly, Taehyung gasps. Something might happen between them right now. After so many years. Something might happen. And Taehyung doesn’t know what, and he doesn’t care. His heart is racing. He wants it – whatever it is.
“There’s more stuff going on during sex than-” Hoseok lets his eyes travel down Taehyung’s body to the machine then back, “-just penetration.” His grip on Taehyung’s calf tightens ever so slightly. “There’s foreplay. There’s dirty talking. There’s constant touching all the time. Not just- thrusting,” he turns the dial suddenly, making the dildo fuck Taehyung much faster for one, two, three, four, five seconds, making Taehyung’s jaw drop and head fall back with sudden stimulation, making him arch his back and moan out loud before turning it down to that barely-moving pace again. “See? That felt better, didn’t it?”
Taehyung pants roughly, coming down, a little embarrassed over how loud he just let himself get.
“Were you touching yourself?” Hoseok asks.
“You saw that I wasn’t,” Taehyung blurts out then keeps panting.
“No, I don’t mean your cock,” Hoseok says, his thumb lightly brushing up and down Taehyung’s calf. “I meant other places. Were you making yourself feel good in other ways? Or did you just lie back and do nothing?”
Taehyung blushes and doesn’t answer. His body keeps clenching around the dildo, hitting him with little zaps of pleasure every time. And then, Hoseok’s hand squeezes Taehyung’s calf properly, and Taehyung’s whole body squeezes along with it, making him moan softly again.
“Touch yourself now,” Hoseok says quietly, his grip still tight. “Wherever you want. Anywhere but your dick.”
Their eyes lock.
“Go on,” Hoseok whispers, licking his lips. “I’ll handle the remote.”
Taehyung gulps.
He understands what this means- that whatever happens now, wherever this is going, Hoseok is not simply asking Taehyung to touch himself. He’s asking Taehyung to come in front of him. That’s the minimum. And Taehyung needs to decide if he’s okay with that.
Quickly, before letting himself overthink things, Taehyung places a hand on his stomach.
It makes Hoseok inhale sharply.
And when Taehyung – watching the way Hoseok’s eyes are trained on his hand – moves said hand under his shirt and up his stomach to touch his own nipple, Hoseok gulps.
The next time that Taehyung looks down, Hoseok’s bulge is definitely larger than it was before.
Taehyung shivers, lightly brushing his thumb across his nipple. He does it for a few seconds, then a few more, thinking that Hoseok will do something with the remote like he said, but Hoseok can’t seem to tear his gaze away from Taehyung’s hand. Seems distracted. It makes Taehyung smile. Fine, maybe Hoseok reacting is important to Taehyung.
Eventually, Hoseok does move though. He tears his gaze away, shakes his head rapidly, and places the remote on his thigh, his other hand still on Taehyung’s calf. His eyes lock with Taehyung’s for a second. He smirks. Then, he turns the dial.
Not too hard. Not too fast. But harder and faster than before. Enough to make Taehyung squirm.
“Keep touching,” Hoseok reminds him.
So, Taehyung does- one hand on his chest, the other one sliding under the blanket onto his own thigh. His hips shift, instinctively seeking the right angle for the dildo to hit his prostate. When it does, Taehyung inhales sharply.
Hoseok’s hand slowly and gently slides an inch or two up Taehyung’s leg, and even that is enough to make Taehyung squirm. It’s like his whole body is oversensitized right now. Another inch up his leg, a light squeeze, and Taehyung’s eyes roll back into his head.
“God, you’re sensitive,” Hoseok breathes.
“Like you said-” Taehyung gulps, nodding. “Been at this for too long. I’m burning up.”
“You are,” Hoseok says, his hand reaching Taehyung’s knee – disappearing under the blanket. “Literally. Your body is like- emanating heat.”
Taehyung opens his mouth to speak, but then the speed of the dildo changes again- a tiny bit harder. It’s instinctive, the way Taehyung’s whole body reacts, clenching around the dildo, gripping his own thigh, pressing his hand to his chest.
“You know… I have one of these too,” Hoseok says, smiling.
“These what?” Taehyung asks.
“Dildo machine,” Hoseok says, his thumb brushing Taehyung’s knee.
Taehyung’s eyes fly open, “Seriously?”
Hoseok’s smile widens, “Not like yours. I’ve got one of the smaller versions. More portable. And I don’t use it on me. Well-” he looks up and back down, “I have but only a few times. And not nearly as hard as you were. Mostly, I like using it on other people.”
“You do?” Taehyung asks, breathless. Turned on. Holy shit, knowing that Hoseok is experienced with this, that he knows what he’s doing… so turned on.
“Mmhm,” Hoseok nods. “Nothing quite like torturing someone with one of these.”
Taehyung gulps, so turned on, so painfully turned on, holy shit.
Hoseok smirks, turns the speed of the dildo up sharply, makes Taehyung gasp and moan, then turns it back down – almost as slow as he had it in the beginning. Too slow. Taehyung whimpers shakily.
“Don’t worry though,” Hoseok says. “I don’t plan on torturing you. Too much. It looks like you’ve already tortured yourself enough with this thing.”
“I…” Taehyung starts but doesn’t actually know what to say.
“You stopped touching,” Hoseok says. “Keep going. You stop touching, I make it go slower.”
“Holy fucking shit,” Taehyung says out loud, moving his hand to his other nipple.
Hoseok laughs breathily, but it’s a fond sound. He licks his lips and slides his hand up higher, moving it from Taehyung’s knee to his inner thigh, pushing the blanket up higher, revealing a bit more. That’s always been a sensitive area for Taehyung, but it’s especially sensitive right now. Taehyung clenches. And then the dildo goes a little faster, and Taehyung clenches again.
“Normally,” Hoseok says, “when I use my machine on people, I also tie their hands to the headboard. To make them stop trying to touch themselves. Or me. Adds to the torture, yeah, but it also makes the reward all that much sweeter. There’s real gratitude in their eyes once I finally let them touch me.”
“Fuck,” Taehyung squirms, imagining Hoseok doing that to him.
“But I don’t need to do that with you,” Hoseok says. “You don’t want to touch yourself. Not where it counts.”
“I do want to,” Taehyung exhales quietly.
“Right,” Hoseok nods. “Of course you do. If the rest of your body is burning up like this, I can only imagine what your poor cock must be feeling right now.”
“Neglected,” Taehyung tells him. “Sad.”
Hoseok smiles, “Needy,” he licks his lips. “Probably dripping under there.”
Suddenly, their eyes lock again. And just like that, holding eye contact, Hoseok moves his hand higher up on Taehyung’s thigh, dragging the blanket up along with it. His eyes never leave Taehyung’s, but somehow – while not looking – he manages to turn the dial and make the dildo go faster anyway. Taehyung gasps but refuses to break eye contact.
Under the blanket, Hoseok’s hand meets Taehyung’s on Taehyung’s upper thigh. He’s still covered. Doesn’t think that Hoseok can see anything important. Not yet. Definitely not when he’s maintaining eye contact like this. But it’s a close call. A little more, and Hoseok will be able to see everything.
“Move your hand off your thigh,” Hoseok tells him quietly.
Without so much as a second thought, Taehyung does, sliding it out from beneath the blanket and onto his stomach instead.
“Good,” Hoseok whispers, caressing the inside of Taehyung’s thigh with his thumb. “Are you? Dripping under there?”
“I’m…” Taehyung blushes, gulps, and answers anyway, roughly exhaling the word- “yeah.”
“Shit,” Hoseok exhales, licking his lips again.
Taehyung thinks about kissing him. Thinks about having those lips wrapped around his cock or that tongue licking his hole. He thinks Hoseok would do it. That Hoseok might want to. All Taehyung would need to do is ask. Or make a move.
His hand travels higher up Taehyung’s thigh, and suddenly, Taehyung feels cold air between his legs. If Hoseok were to look down, if he broke eye contact and glanced for just a second, he would see. He’d see everything. But he’s not. His eyes are up.
“You know, I’m normally better at this,” Hoseok says. “Using my machine on people. I could be doing a better job. It’s just that, normally, I can see what I'm doing. I can see how fast it’s going. How hard. Right now, I’m just guessing. Based on sound. Of a machine I’m unfamiliar with.”
Higher and higher up Taehyung’s thigh. All of a sudden, the tips of Hoseok’s fingers lightly brush across Taehyung’s balls. Taehyung gasps, arching up.
“See? I would have been able to avoid touching that if I could see what I'm working with,” Hoseok says, but he doesn’t actually move his hand away. His fingers stay right there, on Taehyung’s balls, lightly brushing back and forth across them.
“Why would you avoid touching there?” Taehyung asks, forcing himself to relax back onto the bed.
Hoseok smirks widely, “I thought you wanted to come untouched.”
Yeah, Taehyung is not so sure that’s what he wants anymore. If the options are come untouched vs. come with Hoseok, then Taehyung’s preference is pretty fucking clear.
“Really, I wasn’t aiming for them. I was actually aiming a bit further down,” Hoseok says, moving his fingers away from Taehyung’s balls. Lower. Between Taehyung’s legs, lightly touching his taint. “I can’t see. Figured I might as well at least feel how fast it’s going.”
“You can look,” it slips out of Taehyung’s mouth before he consciously decides to say it. Instantly, he blushes, but he doesn’t take the words back.
“Yeah?” Hoseok asks just as his fingers brush Taehyung’s hole – right where he’s being filled, right where he’s wet and stretched and sensitive. “Are you sure?”
Frowning, Taehyung closes his eyes. He focuses on where Hoseok is touching him, on the feeling of Hoseok’s gentle fingers teasing his hole. Focuses on the dildo- also controlled by Hoseok. Yes, it would be crossing a major line. Yes, Taehyung would be naked from the waist down while Hoseok is still fully dressed. Yes, he’d be vulnerable and exposed and embarrassed, but Hoseok wants to see. He clearly wants to see. And Taehyung wants to let him. He wants Hoseok to watch.
“Yeah,” Taehyung says between harsh breaths. “Yeah, yeah, I’m sure.”
Hoseok’s eyes stay up as he takes hold of the blanket and starts pulling it aside. He’s maintaining eye contact instead of looking. For now. The blanket falls off one of Taehyung’s legs first, draping onto his cock, and rather than look, Hoseok bends forward and places a kiss onto Taehyung’s knee.
Then, he continues pulling the blanket. Off Taehyung’s cock. Off his other leg. Completely naked. Taehyung’s whole body is shivering. The air feels so, so cold against his skin.
When Hoseok’s eyes finally do turn down, Taehyung’s head falls back onto the bed. He really does think that he could come untouched like this – with Hoseok’s hands and Hoseok’s words and Hoseok’s control over the remote. He thinks he could. But he doesn’t know if he wants that more than Hoseok’s mouth on his cock.
“Holy shit,” Hoseok whispers, and suddenly, Taehyung has to watch too- to see what he sees.
He is dripping. His cock is rock hard, flat against his stomach, dark pink all over, almost red at the tip. Angry at Taehyung for being neglected for so long. So close to coming but so far at the same time.
“A fucking puddle,” Hoseok says and drags his fingers through the precome on Taehyung’s stomach, frowning. “Look at that.”
Taehyung whimpers. Hoseok’s eyes snap up to his. His other hand – the dry one – reaches for the remote again, speeding the machine up. Taehyung exhales sharply, his back arching, his hips shifting, looking for the perfect angle, finding it, gasping. And then, Hoseok brings those wet fingers, covered in Taehyung’s precome, to his own lips, placing them there and dragging them across, making his lips shine with it.
He licks his lips. And that makes Taehyung whimper too.
“Tastes good,” Hoseok whispers.
Taehyung clenches.
“Looks good too,” Hoseok adds, looking down again.
And suddenly, Taehyung is getting close, hurtling right toward an orgasm.
Hoseok is so hard that Taehyung can practically see the outline of his cock through his pants, and Taehyung is clenching and squirming and moaning, and he’s right on that edge again. That ‘so close but so far’ edge.
“What is it?” Hoseok asks, noticing.
Taehyung realizes he’s frowning, “I think I’m close.”
“Good. That’s a good thing,” Hoseok says. “Why do you say that like it’s not?”
“Because I-” Taehyung gulps, so, so close. “I- I can’t. I don’t know. That’s why- why I’ve been at this for- for so long. Because I- I don’t know if I can- I don’t know what I need, I don’t know how to do this.”
“Take a deep breath,” Hoseok says.
But Taehyung is panting and can’t.
“Take a deep breath,” Hoseok insists.
Taehyung inhales. Deep.
“You can do this,” Hoseok says calmly. “Look at me. Eyes on me.”
Taehyung hasn’t even realized that he closed them. But he opens them now. Watches Hoseok.
Hoseok drops the remote next to Taehyung and takes his hands off him.
“What-” Taehyung starts, but Hoseok cuts him off.
“Don’t ask, just look at me,” Hoseok says.
He stands up- off the bed, even further away from Taehyung. And Taehyung is suddenly not sure why he’s panting – because he’s close to coming or because he’s about to freak out. Hoseok isn’t leaving, is he?
He’s not. No. Before Taehyung can truly start panicking, Hoseok gets both of his knees onto the bed, even closer to Taehyung’s side. He braces his hands on either side of Taehyung’s head, and, looking down, he carefully moves one leg over Taehyung, sliding it between Taehyung’s thigh and the dildo. Then the same thing with the other, until he’s straddling Taehyung without interfering with the machine.
“Look at me,” Hoseok says for the third time. “Focus on me.”
As if Taehyung can look anywhere else right now.
Hoseok brings the remote close and looks down between their bodies.
“Look at your cock,” Hoseok says, pushing Taehyung’s shirt up, exposing his stomach. “Look at it. It’s ready. It’s practically begging to come,” he meets Taehyung’s eyes. “You can come. And you will.”
He turns the dial. Faster, faster, harder. Taehyung moans – loudly – his head falling back.
Suddenly, Hoseok’s lips are right there, on his neck, kissing, licking, breathing. His free hand is in Taehyung’s hair, tight, tugging. Taehyung’s body clenches. He moans again. So close. So, so close.
“Holy fuck,” Taehyung chokes out, his hands shooting out, grabbing Hoseok’s shoulders, holding on. “Holy fuck.”
Hoseok is breathing so hard into his neck, kissing him so frantically, so roughly. Taehyung wants Hoseok to kiss his lips, but he’s not even sure he could kiss him back right now. He can’t even close his mouth. All he can do is moan and moan and moan and-
Taehyung’s mouth drops open. All of a sudden, he can’t breathe at all. Can’t inhale, can’t exhale. His fingers dig into Hoseok’s shoulders. His hole tightens around the dildo painfully hard. His body freezes. Hoseok freezes. Everything freezes. And then, Taehyung is coming.
The first wave of this orgasm hits him so hard that he just- whines. And once that sound comes out, all the sounds follow. He’s moaning, he’s grunting, he’s whimpering. Whatever he imagined coming untouched would feel like, this is better. Or worse. He’s on fire. It’s endless.
The machine starts slowing down, but Taehyung doesn’t want it, so he-
“Oh, no, please don’t make it-” he’s still coming, he’s still coming. “Don’t stop. Please keep going. Please, please, please.”
Hoseok murmurs something, the machine speeds up again, Taehyung’s eyes roll back, Hoseok’s lips find his neck again, and Taehyung rides wave after wave after wave. He’s not even sure when the orgasm actually stops- when it turns from orgasm to post-orgasm to oversensitivity. It all feels the same. Just as intense.
And when it finally is over, he goes from orgasm to ragdoll in what feels like one moment
“Please, please, make it slower,” Taehyung begs, slurring.
And Hoseok does. He slows the machine down until it’s not moving at all anymore. Until it’s simply resting there – deep inside of Taehyung, keeping him full and sated but not overwhelmed.
All of the sudden, all the fight is out of him. He’s panting, exhausted. His eyes are so glazed over he can barely see.
“Holy fuck,” this time, it’s Hoseok who says that.
Blinking slowly, Taehyung tries to clear his eyes.
Hoseok is still buried in his neck, and he’s shaking. His breathing is shaky. His arms – where he’s braced on either side of Taehyung – are shaking. For a moment, Taehyung wonders if Hoseok came too. But he couldn’t have. His cock hasn’t had any contact at all.
When Hoseok raises himself off Taehyung, when their eyes meet, instead of feeling embarrassed over what just happened, Taehyung’s first thought is that he cannot let Hoseok go right now. He can’t. It can’t end here. He can’t let that happen.
So, he takes his hands off Hoseok’s shoulders, places them on Hoseok’s cheeks, and pulls Hoseok into a kiss.
There’s only one second of surprise – one moment that Hoseok doesn’t kiss him back – and then, it’s over, and there’s no holding back. Not even a little. Their mouths open. Their tongues meet. They both moan. Finally. Finally. After all this time, it’s happening.
Hoseok is better at kissing than Taehyung imagined. He’s so intense about it. His hands tangle in Taehyung’s hair. He grunts into Taehyung’s lips. His body rolls against Taehyung’s – touching Taehyung everywhere except for Taehyung’s cock, still managing to keep that distance, to not touch Taehyung where he’s so sensitive right now.
“Fuck,” Hoseok curses right into Taehyung’s mouth. “That was-” but Taehyung doesn’t let him finish that sentence. He just brings Hoseok back into the kiss, shutting him up.
Again, Hoseok’s body rolls against his, and it’s awful because they’re both still wearing fucking shirts and that means that Taehyung can’t actually feel Hoseok the way he wants to.
Without thinking, he reaches for the hem of Hoseok’s shirt and starts tugging. He doesn’t care if he’s pushing. Hoseok may not have been directly inside of him, but he did just make Taehyung come. There is no line anymore.
“Get it off, get it off,” Taehyung rushes, tugging.
Hoseok sits back and pulls his shirt off, tossing it aside- off the bed, out of sight, before reaching for Taehyung and tugging Taehyung’s shirt off as well. Then, there’s not even a momentary pause. Taehyung doesn’t even get to see his own shirt hit the ground before Hoseok is on him again, pressing their bodies together, Taehyung’s come smearing between the two of them as they kiss. It’s filthy and passionate, desperate and frantic, and so fucking good.
This time, Hoseok’s hands don’t tangle in Taehyung’s hair. They move down Taehyung’s body. He touches Taehyung’s side, grabs Taehyung’s hip, squeezes Taehyung’s ass. And all Taehyung can do is moan – loud and encouraging – and touch as much of Hoseok as he can in return, running his hands up and down Hoseok’s back, digging his nails in.
Hoseok moves down to Taehyung’s neck again, licking and kissing. Taehyung moans, arching, his hole squeezing the dildo that’s still inside of him over and over, like he’s pulsing on the inside.
“That was so fucking hot, holy shit,” Hoseok says, licking a long, wet line up Taehyung’s neck. “Was it everything you wanted it to be?” he asks, kissing down Taehyung’s body. He licks Taehyung’s nipple with his eyes looking up, and it might be the hottest thing Taehyung has ever seen.
“No,” Taehyung teases, slowly getting some of his senses back. He’s going to make Hoseok come too. Hoseok arches his eyebrow. “Would have been nicer to do that on an actual cock.”
“Are you just saying that or are you asking me to do it?” Hoseok bites Taehyung’s nipple.
“Don’t think I can come untouched again right now,” Taehyung says. “But I’m willing to try.”
For a second, Hoseok pauses. But then, he just smirks, “I was talking about next time, but if you’re still needy for cock now…”
Taehyung shudders. Full-on shudders. The implications… that there would be a next time, that Hoseok wants to fuck him, that he would do it now.
“Yes,” Taehyung says. Then again, “Yes, fuck yes, now, right now. I don’t care if I come untouched or not, fuck me right now.”
Their eyes lock.
“Do it,” Taehyung demands.
“Oh, fuck,” Hoseok exclaims, moves up, captures Taehyung’s lips, makes Taehyung whimper, and kisses him so deeply that, for a second, Taehyung goes lightheaded.
Hoseok’s hand fumbles beside them, looking for something, then he pulls away. He actually breaks the kiss, turns his head, looks at the remote of all things. He turns the dial ever so slightly, letting the dildo move as far out of Taehyung as possible before tossing the remote somewhere behind himself.
“Get off that thing,” Hoseok growls, and Taehyung doesn’t even hesitate, lifting himself up onto his elbows at the same time as Hoseok’s arms wrap around him.
He pushes himself backward as Hoseok hauls him up the bed, and together, they get him off the machine and up the bed. Taehyung whimpers at the loss. At the emptiness. The pillow that he had under his head gets shoved somewhere beneath his back, but Hoseok grabs it and pulls it out, throwing it toward the headboard. His head turns side to side, looking for something again, and while he does, Taehyung uses all of the physical strength he has left to push himself up so that his head drops onto the pillow.
Hoseok finds what he’s looking for – the lube bottle – and climbs back onto Taehyung. He roughly shoves Taehyung’s legs up and apart and opens the bottle.
“Shit,” Hoseok freezes with his fly half undone. “You have a condom?”
Frantic, Taehyung turns, digging through his nightstand to grab a handful of condoms and toss them at Hoseok. Hoseok snorts, but Taehyung barely registers it, because Hoseok’s cock is out – hanging out of his pants – and it’s hard. Rock hard. For him. All for Taehyung. Taehyung’s mouth waters.
“Warning you,” Hoseok says, ripping the condom packet. “This is gonna end embarrassingly fast.”
Taehyung grabs the lube, “I don’t give a crap.”
He squeezes lube onto his hand, and the moment the condom is on Hoseok, Taehyung wraps his fingers around Hoseok’s cock, slicking him up. Both of them shudder at the same time. Taehyung barely believes that this is actually happening.
Hoseok hisses, “Fuck.”
He braces his forearms on either side of Taehyung’s head, leans in as if to kiss Taehyung, but Taehyung’s fist twists on his cock, and he just ends up gasping.
“You’re sure you can take more right now? Not too sensitive?” Hoseok asks. “We’re not having any awkward moments after this, I promise, no need to worry about that. This is going to happen again, so really, there’s no rush.”
“Too sensitive, absolutely,” Taehyung answers and looks up into Hoseok’s eyes. “But I couldn’t care less. It’s gonna happen again, yeah, but it’s gonna happen now too. Get in me.”
“Holy fuck,” Hoseok says seriously, but then he’s reaching down to aim himself.
The tip of his cock brushes Taehyung’s burning hot hole, and Taehyung can do nothing but exhale and toss his head back.
The feeling of Hoseok’s cock pushing into him is even better than the dildo. It’s so much better. Who fucking cares that the machine can go faster? This is Hoseok, and Hoseok is hot and hard, and he’s all over Taehyung, and Taehyung is burning up.
“Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me,” Taehyung mumbles, his eyes rolled into the back of his head.
“I will,” Hoseok presses a kiss to Taehyung’s neck. “All of it, all for you.”
Taehyung sighs, the emptiness inside him dissipating, “Please.”
Shivers cover Taehyung’s whole body when Hoseok finally bottoms out.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” Taehyung whispers.
“Yeah?” Hoseok asks, beginning to roll his hips. “This feels good?”
Taehyung wants to ask for faster, for harder, but his mouth falls open, and he can’t say anything.
And then, Hoseok does increase the speed, and Taehyung whimpers, suddenly hit by oversensitivity, by pain.
“Slower?” Hoseok asks, slowing down.
Taehyung sighs, wrapping his arms around Hoseok’s neck.
“That’s perfect, that’s-” Taehyung pants. “I don’t care. This is perfect.”
“So sensitive on the inside, I know. I don’t wanna hurt you right now,” Hoseok says quietly, steadily thrusting. “Next time, I’ll fuck you properly.”
Taehyung whimpers, weakly clenching around Hoseok’s cock, “Please.”
Hoseok grunts, dropping his head onto Taehyung’s shoulder. His hand sneaks between their bodies, and when his fingers ghost across Taehyung’s half-hard shaft, Taehyung gasps.
“Think you have another one in you?” Hoseok asks, touching Taehyung’s cock a bit more firmly.
Oversensitive. Taehyung’s body tries to pull away from the feeling.
“Can you come one more time?” Hoseok asks, loosely wrapping his fingers around the base of Taehyung’s shaft. “I don’t mind using you like this, you know, without you coming again. You’re clearly enjoying it-” Taehyung nods, his head spinning, “-But it would be nice to have you come with me.”
Hoseok’s fingers tighten around Taehyung’s cock, and Taehyung jerks away, quickly shoving Hoseok’s hand off himself. He would be perfectly happy to let Hoseok use him right now. He’s sated, he’s full, Hoseok is being gentle, and he’s going to come inside Taehyung. Taehyung is practically floating, it feels so good.
He gulps and wraps his own fingers around himself anyway. He’ll come again for Hoseok.
“Fuck yeah, good,” Hoseok growls and picks up the pace ever so slightly.
Taehyung gasps, jerking away from his own hand instinctively. But he pushes through the instinct, tightens his grip both on his own cock and on Hoseok’s cock inside of him, and jerks himself off.
Hoseok kisses him. And this time, it’s slower. Less frantic. Less intense. Their bodies are moving too slowly for the kiss to be anything other than slow as well. Taehyung doesn’t mind. Not at all. He’s woozy. Lightheaded. He doesn’t think he’d be able to handle the intensity from before now.
They’re both breathing hard. Hoseok is close. Taehyung can tell by the way his forehead is furrowed, by the way his body is trembling, by the way his hands are clenching and unclenching in the sheets. He’s holding on for Taehyung, because he wants Taehyung to come with him, so Taehyung does his best to catch up, tries to jerk himself off faster despite the sensitivity.
When Hoseok presses his forehead to Taehyung’s – his eyes closed tightly, jaw clenched, breathing hard through his nose – Taehyung watches him. He doesn’t close his own eyes. Wants to see the way Hoseok’s face twists with pleasure. He does tighten his hand, focusing hard on allowing his body to find that edge again.
Then, Hoseok’s eyes open. His gaze meets Taehyung. Meets and holds. Hoseok’s eyes are hard. Almost angry. No, determined. He’s really close, really trying to hold on.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been thinking about doing this with you,” Hoseok whispers, choked, his eyebrows twitching, like it’s a struggle to simply get the words, “how many times I thought this was going to happen. It never did. But now… fuck, you feel so much better than I ever imagined.”
Taehyung inhales shakily and jerks himself off harder, nodding even though he’s not sure exactly what he’s agreeing with. All of it.
“I like you all used up like this,” Hoseok continues, a tiny smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. “Loose and warm. Pliant. I feel like you’d let me do anything I wanted right now.”
Again, Taehyung nods. He wants to say ‘keep talking’, but the words won’t come out. His body is warming up. It’s building. He’s starting to get close again.
“We’ll practice together, I promise,” Hoseok keeps talking anyway, like he knows what it’s doing to Taehyung. “I’ll get to fuck you as good and hard as I’ve always wanted, and you’ll get to learn how to come untouched on a real cock. How does that sound?”
Taehyung nods one more time. Closer. He’s getting so much closer.
“Harder,” Taehyung exhales quietly. “Please.”
And Hoseok listens- right away, fucking him harder. His mouth opens as if he’s going to keep talking, but then, it closes again. He frowns deeply and starts panting.
“Almost there,” Hoseok chokes out. The price of ‘harder’.
“Me too,” Taehyung says and means it. Then, before he can overthink it- “Kiss me?”
There’s one second – one single second – where Hoseok stops moving. But then, he’s fucking Taehyung again, even harder, and kissing him. Kissing him and kissing him. Passionate and hard and exactly what Taehyung needs- that little extra bit of something to get him closer.
“Oh, fuck,” Hoseok’s voice trembles, and he gasps, his mouth opening widely against Taehyung’s and staying open, unmoving.
Coming. Hoseok’s coming. But he never stops fucking Taehyung. Instead, he goes harder. Erratic and unstable but hard, riding the orgasm out while still giving it to Taehyung.
And just seeing it – simply seeing Hoseok like this, feeling him shudder, looking at his face and seeing how good he’s feeling – brings Taehyung closer. So, so close. Almost there.
Taehyung jerks off harder, faster, the exact way he likes. One second passes, two, three, and for a moment, Taehyung thinks that he’ll miss it, that he won’t be able to come with Hoseok. But then he does, tipping over the edge with Hoseok’s final thrust – when Hoseok pushes into him so hard and so deep that it almost feels like a punch to the stomach.
Hoseok stays right there, buried as far into Taehyung as he can go, and Taehyung comes. This second orgasm is somehow weaker and stronger at the same time. It’s shorter, less intense, but it leaves Taehyung panting and trembling. Actually shaking. His entire body twitching. He lets go of his own cock – finally – too sensitive to so much as keep holding it, and feel his hand actually shake, completely out of his control.
He lets his head fall back onto the pillow and closes his eyes, too tired to keep them open.
They breathe together, coming down. In the back of his mind, Taehyung is aware that he’s about to fall asleep. Literally. Right now. He knocked himself out. Probably overdid it. But in the forefront of his mind, all he can think about is how good Hoseok’s weight feels on top of him like this.
The thing that pulls him back from the brink of sleep is the feeling of Hoseok kissing his neck. They’re soft little pecks, with Hoseok’s breath puffing out gently between each one of them, but they’re meaningful enough to pull Taehyung back.
The kisses move up – from Taehyung’s neck to his jaw, then his lips. Taehyung is too tired to properly kiss back, and it seems that Hoseok senses it, because he only goes for more of those little pecks.
With all the effort in the world, Taehyung manages to flutter his eyes open. It’s worth it though. Seeing Hoseok smiling at him like this is worth it.
“I’m about to fall asleep,” Taehyung slurs.
Hoseok smiles wider.
“No, seriously,” Taehyung insists, and even though his face is too tired to move properly, he thinks he manages a little smile of his own too. “Like- right now.”
“You do that,” Hoseok says.
“I don’t think I can control it,” Taehyung says.
And Hoseok just keeps smiling.
“Do you have wet wipes anywhere within reach?” Hoseok asks.
“First drawer,” Taehyung says and closes his eyes. “But I don’t want you to move. Too comfy.”
“About to get sticky,” Hoseok whispers.
“Don’t care,” Taehyung slurs, not even sure that the words come out right.
“I’m gonna pull out,” Hoseok says.
“But that’s moving,” Taehyung complains.
“I need to get the condom off,” Hoseok says.
“No condom next time then,” Taehyung grumbles.
Hoseok laughs breathily, “We’ll talk about that,” he says, slowly pulling out. “Probably get tested first,” he keeps going. God, Hoseok feels so long on the way out. “Then, no condom.”
Finally, he slips out, and Taehyung whimpers. So empty.
There’s a second of movement, and then, Hoseok drapes himself over Taehyung again, tucking his face into Taehyung’s neck.
“No awkward moments,” Taehyung says quietly. “You promise?”
“I do,” Hoseok speaks into Taehyung’s neck. “I promise.”
“You’ll fuck me again?” Taehyung asks- before he loses the nerve.
He feels Hoseok smile against his skin, “Literally anytime you want.”
“Okay,” Taehyung exhales, feeling himself drifting off into sleep again.
“Okay,” Hoseok repeats, inhales deeply, and braces his hands on either side of Taehyung’s body. “Wet wipes,” he says and hauls himself up.
Taehyung’s eyes snap open, and before he knows what he’s doing, he grabs Hoseok’s arm – his grip weak but somehow still impactful.
“Later?” Taehyung asks. “Please,” he gulps and whispers. “Stay?”
Hoseok looks at him for a few long moments, smiling gently, his eyes soft. Then, he leans down and presses his lips to Taehyung’s for another few long moments.
When he finally pulls away, Hoseok does move, but he doesn’t go far. He grabs the blanket and drags it over them both, finally shoves his pants off his legs, then presses his body right up against Taehyung’s side, tucking him close and holding him tight.
“That feels good,” Taehyung exhales.
“Not going anywhere,” Hoseok whispers, kissing Taehyung’s cheek.
“You better not,” peaceful and comfortable, Taehyung finally lets himself fall asleep.