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“You’re always so loud I’m afraid we’ll get a noise complaint from our neighbors one of these days,” Hanbin comments on a random Saturday, half joking, half serious.
Zhang Hao, as if to prove his point, whines loudly in protest. “I am not!”
“Hyung, please,” Hanbin chuckles, shocked by Zhang Hao’s shameless attempt to deny it. They both know very well that he’s so noisy in bed that Hanbin has to press his face against the pillow sometimes, or even shove his fingers into his mouth as he fucks him, all in failed attempts to muffle his cries. “I don’t mean it in a bad way - you know I love hearing you moan for me.”
Zhang Hao stays quiet for so long that Hanbin thinks he’s going to accept defeat and drop the subject, but then he asks, with a shadow of a smirk appearing on his lips, “Do you want to make a bet, Hanbin-ah?”
That should’ve been the first warning, the point where Hanbin would take one step back and proceed with caution - he knows nothing good is bound to come from one of Zhang Hao’s machiavellian plans. Even so, his curiosity wins over his wariness, and Hanbin can’t help but fall for Zhang Hao’s trap like a fool.
“What kind of bet?” He finds himself asking, albeit with a hint of hesitation lingering in his voice.
“I bet I can stay quiet and unresponsive while you fuck me,” Zhang Hao declares, grinning at Hanbin’s shocked face. Hanbin bursts out laughing after he registers his words, unable to hold back his honest reaction. Affronted, Zhang Hao complains, “What? You think I can’t do it?”
“I’m sorry, Hao-hyung, but that’s not very likely to happen at all,” Hanbin replies honestly. He tries to picture it - Zhang Hao, lying down in bed, taking his cock and doing his best to keep quiet, with tears falling from his eyes as he holds back all his pretty, sultry whines. Just like a doll, his brain supplies, and just as quickly as his smile has appeared, it disappears, the image sending a spark of arousal to run down his spine. Hanbin shouldn’t find the idea so appealing, but somehow, he does. With his mouth as dry as a desert, he blurts out, “But I’d love to see you try.”
“I can’t wait to prove you wrong, then.”
Hanbin is unashamed to admit that he also can’t wait for this.
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Even though they mentioned it before, Hanbin still isn’t ready for it when the time comes.
His night starts as usual - he gets home after work and notices that Zhang Hao’s locked inside his office, the same room where he works during the day. Not wanting to bother him in case he’s still working, Hanbin quietly walks to their bedroom and takes a much-needed scalding shower, groaning as the tension leaves his body after such a long, stressful day.
When he gets back to the room, towel still hanging low on his hips, Hanbin spots Zhang Hao lying on top of their bed, completely still. He’s wearing a pink, lacy see-through nightgown that exposes his nipples and is so short that it barely reaches the middle of his long, muscled thighs, leaving little to the imagination. Hanbin feels his body freezing in a mix of surprise and desire. He doesn’t recognize the clothing, which means it must be new since Zhang Hao likes to show off all of his pretty underwear, but it looks tempting on him either way, especially considering that Hanbin wasn’t expecting any of that to begin with.
Zhang Hao’s a sight to behold, and Hanbin spends an embarrassingly long amount of time just staring at him before finding his voice again. “Fuck, hyung,” he curses, placing a hand on his chest. “Where did you come from, and when did you find the time to get all dolled up?”
Hanbin only took a few minutes in the bathroom, preferring to take shorter showers during the night, and he’s sure Zhang Hao was nowhere to be seen back when he first entered the bathroom. His boyfriend stays silent, not moving even to acknowledge Hanbin’s presence, much less to answer his questions. He’s looking up at the ceiling, his pretty, delicate side profile accentuated by the low lightening of their bedroom, and his chest is rising and falling rhythmically, calm and collected in contrast to Hanbin’s accelerated heartbeat.
“Hyung? Hanbin calls out again, dumbstruck and surprised by his lack of response. He doesn’t know why he does that - they’re the only ones in the room, so it’s obvious that Zhang Hao heard him a minute ago but chose to ignore him. Zhang Hao remains quiet, still lying in bed and paying no mind to his presence as if he hasn’t stepped into the room or spoken to him. Then, it finally hits him. “Oh.”
Oh. Zhang Hao wants to go on with their bet, and he’s already in character.
Hanbin feels his heart pounding loudly inside his chest, mouth watering at the sight in front of him - something that could’ve stepped right out of his most lewd dreams. Back when the bet was brought up by Zhang Hao, Hanbin hadn’t been completely honest with him about the real intentions behind his quick agreement. Still, it seems like his boyfriend knows exactly what he wants even if he hasn’t shared his deepest fantasies with him yet, and he’s adamant about making Hanbin lose his mind before they even get the chance to start their night.
Here Zhang Hao is, looking like the most perfect, debauched doll, all pretty and delicate in pink lace. His outfit is both revealing and stimulating, and as much as it accentuates his body and creates a delicate contrast against his pale skin, it still awakes a sense of greediness - he needs to see more. It’s not enough.
Zhang Hao looks as if he’s ready to be taken by him at any moment, already pliant and unresponsive, and that is enough to make Hanbin’s stomach clench with uncontrollable lust, mind spiraling with irrational thoughts. His hands tremble as he walks towards the bed, his eyes barely blinking as he takes in Zhang Hao’s figure, who is still unmoving.
As soon as Hanbin gets to the end of the bed, he reaches out and moves his fingers through Zhang Hao’s exposed skin as if in a trance, stroking his neck and collarbones softly, a tender caress. Then, he moves downwards, brushing against his chest and nipples. Even with a soft, barely there layer of cloth between his digits and Zhang Hao’s naked skin, he still feels his boyfriend’s nipples harden at the contact, standing up in clear interest, blooming like a flower under his care.
Zhang Hao does his best to stay still and not push into his touch - something he would’ve done already if they weren’t in this situation, always demanding and eager to be played with. Now, the only reaction Hanbin gets is a flutter of his eyelashes, his eyes blinking rapidly as if to hold back from doing anything else, and Hanbin takes that tiny reaction like a punch on his stomach, breathless.
Hanbin hides a smirk and keeps his touches light for a while, traveling through the man’s whole chest, caressing the soft skin of his arms. He brushes his fingers everywhere he can find slowly and softly, watching attentively every goosebump that rises on Zhang Hao’s skin at his ministrations, greedy for more. No matter how much Zhang Hao wants to deny it, it’s clear that he’s already affected, and Hanbin wants to know how much he can take before snapping and losing control. Losing the bet.
Because Hanbin’s sure he will, eventually - he’ll make sure Zhang Hao is so stimulated and fucked out that he won’t even remember the bet in the first place, begging and moaning loud like he usually does as Hanbin’s cock splits him open. But all in its due time. That means this will be a very long and pleasurable night for Hanbin, one that he’ll enjoy thoroughly.
“What do we have here,” He starts, voice barely a whisper. “I got myself a pretty doll waiting for me after work?” Hanbin asks, his voice filled with wonder. Hanbin finds Zhang Hao’s nipples again, pinching them between his fingers meanly, holding the hardened bud firmly. He notices that Zhang Hao’s chest contracts for a few seconds, stilling underneath his hand. He’s holding his breath, Hanbin notices, and he doesn’t know if it’s because of the sudden treatment or the way he referred to him, but it’s a boost to Hanbin’s confidence either way. Zhang Hao’s reaction, or better, the lack of it, spurs Hanbin to keep on pushing his limits. “And such a perfect, well-behaved doll. I can use you however I want, right, darling?”
He isn’t expecting Zhang Hao to answer that question, which he doesn’t, much to his satisfaction. Hanbin’s fingers move to one of the nightgown’s straps, playing with it for a bit until he slips it down his shoulder, exposing the naked, pale skin of his chest. Hanbin’s mouth waters at the sight, and before he can stop himself, he’s half-bend on the bed, leaning in so he can catch Zhang Hao’s nipple with his lips, sucking at the sensitive skin there.
Hanbin knows how much his boyfriend likes this part, the teasing, and he does, too, so he makes sure to pay special attention to the tender bud.
With his lips firmly wrapped around Zhang Hao’s chest, he massages his nipple with his tongue, up and down, slowly at first before picking up a quicker pace, licking at the bud as if he’s a starved man. Then, Hanbin alternates between sucking it and letting his teeth brush lightly against it, hearing the ghost of the hiss that would leave Zhang Hao’s lips after - except that, this time, it only happens in his head.
Zhang Hao’s breath catches on his throat, and he trembles a little under his touch, but he doesn’t make a sound, trying his best to hold back from squirming like he usually does. If this was any other day, Zhang Hao would already be whining and crying at Hanbin, shoving his chest firmer against his mouth, and demanding that he hurry up before he loses his patience.
Hanbin can’t help but be impressed by Zhang Hao’s resolve, but since they barely even started, there’s no need to worry about it for now. As much as he wants his boyfriend to resist and play the role of his submissive, pliant doll, he also misses Zhang Hao’s mewls and whines, and he’ll work hard to rip them out of his mouth before the night is over.
After a few minutes of teasing and sucking at Zhang Hao’s nipple, Hanbin shoves the remaining strap down too, exposing his whole chest to the cold air. He leans in to take the untouched bud into his mouth, paying just as much attention as he was to the other, sucking and licking until Zhang Hao’s chest starts to rise and fall a little bit quicker than before, but still, he remains mostly unmoved.
Hanbin keeps teasing and riling him up for a bit, just for fun. Then, he leans away and puts some distance between them, taking the time to throw the towel that was hanging low on his hips to the ground, exposing his already hardened cock to the air. Zhang Hao has that effect on him. Even though nothing has happened yet, seeing him like this, so pliant and dedicated to their agreement, has Hanbin on edge and ready to burst.
Hanbin moves so that he’s now lying in bed too, placing himself between Zhang Hao’s legs, and uses some force to spread them open, making room for his own body. Zhang Hao, like the perfect doll that he is, doesn’t fight against sudden movement; his legs give out and open up according to Hanbin’s wishes, and he smirks, pleased. Hanbin’s head and torso linger above Zhang Hao’s lower body, almost over his pelvis, and his naked cock is pressed against the sheets, a small sense of relief every time he gets some friction on it.
Hanbin can’t move his gaze away from his mouth-watering thighs for a few seconds, caught in a trace. Zhang Hao has very beautiful legs, and Hanbin likes to mark them up wherever he has the time and patience for it, but today is not about that, so he holds back and lifts the hem of his boyfriend’s nightgown, the pink lace giving room for smooth, muscular thighs, now completely on display for Hanbin to gawk at.
But what really makes him freeze and gasp out loud is the sight that greets him as soon as he shoves Zhang Hao’s clothes all the way to his stomach - his boyfriend is wearing tiny, lacy panties that match the color of his nightgown, most likely chosen for this specific occasion, and the piece of fabric barely covers anything - it’s small enough that Hanbin can see the perfect outline of Zhang Hao’s hard cock staining and dirtying the panties, and also shows the end of something big and transparent stuck right between his asscheeks, peeking out of his hole.
It doesn’t take a genius to understand that Zhang Hao is wearing a plug underneath his underwear.
Hanbin’s hips stutter against the bed, barely containing a broken moan that threatens to fall out of his lips. “Oh god, look at you,” he murmurs, fingers moving on their own accord, reaching out to shove the panties to the side and expose Zhang Hao’s wet, stretched hole to the air. “How could I get so lucky? My perfect doll, already opened up and ready to take my cock as soon as I get home.” Hanbin says, voice slightly choked. He feels Zhang Hao’s leg twitch involuntarily at his words, but it’s so subtle that Hanbin would’ve missed it if he wasn’t glued to his body and attuned to even the slightest hint of his reactions.
Hanbin holds his breath as he touches the plug, grabbing it by the base, and getting used to the weight. Then, with a sudden, unplanned movement, he pulls it out until only the tip of it is pressed against Zhang Hao’s entrance, and shoves it right back, eyes fixed on the way Zhang Hao’s hole stretches obscenely to accommodate the large girth of the toy.
Not long after they started dating, Hanbin found out that he has a very weird, specific kink - he likes to watch Zhang Hao getting fucked, in the literal sense of it. No, he doesn’t want to see other people fucking him. Hanbin likes to record their sex, likes to fuck Zhang Hao against mirrors, and he particularly gets off on the view of his fingers buried deep inside his boyfriend’s hole, fucking him open until he’s a crying mess.
He likes to see how well Zhang Hao opens up to him, how he takes him like he was made for it, how his hole greedily engulfs his fingers, their toys, and his cock perfectly, with no trace of resistance behind it. Once, Hanbin held a camera with one of his hands and focused on Zhang Hao’s entrance, shoving his fingers inside his hole with the other hand, and continued to do so until Zhang Hao was so wet and loose he could take his cock alongside his fingers. Hanbin kept going, making him come two, three times, recording the whole thing, not bothering to focus on anything other than his hole and the way it twitched and stretched wide to let him in.
Hanbin doesn’t have a camera this time, but he has a pair of working eyes that will do the job just fine, and he doesn’t even blink as he pounds the plug inside Zhang Hao, reaching as deep as possible, knowing damn well it won’t be enough - the object is large, but it’s not as long as Hanbin’s cock, and it won’t be able to reach Zhang Hao’s prostate. If his boyfriend was anything but a doll right now, he would’ve started to complain - Hanbin could almost hear him begging for more, urging him to replace the plug with his cock instead, to fuck him like he meant it.
But Zhang Hao doesn’t say anything.
The only sign that indicates that he’s as just desperate as Hanbin, is the way his hole visibly clenches around the intrusion, sucking the plug in, holding it tight inside him as if it would pain him to be empty for even a moment. Hanbin can only imagine how hard he’s holding back from moving and grinding down to meet his thrusts, and liquid arousal burns through his veins, threatening to melt him until nothing’s left.
A thought crosses his mind, and he speaks up before he can hold back, “I wonder just how good it would be to use you like this every single day, to alleviate my stress after work.” Hanbin ponders out loud, mind full of visions of Zhang Hao dolling himself up and getting prepared to take him, laid in bed like he’s nothing but a willing, available hole for Hanbin to shove his cock in as soon as he wishes. He wouldn’t have to waste any time fingering him open or even getting him in the mood - as his doll, Hanbin owns him, and he decides whenever he wants to use Zhang Hao. “You were made for that, weren’t you, pretty thing? I just need to see if you’re as good as you seem, or if I’ll have to look for a better doll.”
With a few more twists of his wrists, still attentively watching Zhang Hao’s hole swallow the toy, Hanbin finally decides he’s had enough of teasing for the night and pulls the plug out, his wet, loosened entrance in full display, almost begging to be filled up again.
Hanbin wishes he could wait a bit longer, drag things out until Zhang Hao gets out of character and begs for him to keep going, but he’s too worked out for that right now. Hanbin’s feeling on edge ever since he’s laid eyes on his boyfriend’s unmoving figure, and his cock is throbbing heavily between his legs. He takes a deep breath and reaches for the lube on the bedside table, wetting his cock just enough to make the drag even more delicious, and guides it to Zhang Hao’s rim, a hand wrapped around the base.
Already used and stretched, Zhang Hao’s hole welcomes him in with barely any resistance, and Hanbin doesn’t pay much attention to anything other than the feeling enveloping his cock - it’s not like Zhang Hao can ask him to stop or slow down, anyway, at least not right now. His lover is too stubborn to lose the bet so early on, so Hanbin makes sure to split him open mercilessly, pushing all of his length inside in one hard, precise movement, stopping only as his balls hit Zhang Hao’s asscheeks, the loud, dirty sound of skin against skin resonating in the quiet room.
“Fuck,” he groans, eyes rolling at the back of his head, the pleasure too blinding even though they’ve just started. “So tight and perfect,” Hanbin murmurs, the words leaving his lips before he can think too much about them. “You really were made to take my cock, doll.”
Hanbin’s almost sure that Zhang Hao clenches harder around his cock, the squeeze on his member turning impossibly tighter and hotter. His hips stutter, and he starts to pound into Zhang Hao in a strong, ruthless rhythm, shoving his dick as deep as he can, small grunts leaving his lips as he feels Zhang Hao’s wall contract around him.
It’s easy to get lost in this - his cock slides in and out, messy and wet, and the view Hanbin gets when he looks down is almost enough to make him cum at the spot. Nothing beats the sight of Zhang Hao’s hole taking his cock, opening up to him beautifully, his long, thick member disappearing between his boyfriend’s cheeks, most certainly hitting straight at Zhang Hao’s prostate with each thrust.
This is the first time Zhang Hao lets out a noise, even if it’s still a tiny, barely audible thing. Hanbin’s so focused he almost doesn’t hear it, but his ears tingle with the need to hear more, and Hanbin pistols his hips harder, meaner, aiming for that spot inside him in an attempt to make Zhang Hao start to crumble down, even if slowly so. Hanbin presses his hands on Zhang Hao’s hips, holding him down against the sheets, using the grip to stabilize himself and move faster.
The movement is nothing but a statement, a sign of power - he’s pinning Zhang Hao on the bed even though he is not resisting at all, assuring he’s not going to move a millimeter when he’s already lying boneless, pliant, and obedient. Hanbin’s doing that because he can, because Zhang Hao is allowing him to, and that’s more than enough to make his cock throb inside his boyfriend, pounding into him with faster, more desperate thrusts.
“So good,” Hanbin praises, his head finding Zhang Hao’s neck, buried that as he inhales his sweet, addicting scent, lips brushing against the exposed skin. “I’ll use you every single day, darling. Leave you in bed, spread open and still leaking, and then come back to fill you up with my cum another time.” He continues, words leaving his mouth without any filter. All the while, he keeps moving his hips, reaching as deep as he can. “My own sex doll, I couldn’t ask for anything better.”
Zhang Hao presses his eyes tightly shut, frowning, and it’s the first expressive reaction he lets out the whole night. Hanbin’s burning with desire, head buzzing with the knowledge that he's enjoying this just as much as him and that he managed to make him crack even a little bit. Encouraged by that, Hanbin says, “You like that? Do you want to be my doll, nothing but a pretty face and a warm hole for me? My personal fleshlight?”
Zhang Hao’s body trembles so hard that Hanbin has to hold his waist firmer, stopping him from sliding against the sheets, and he uses the grip to pull him harder on his cock, controlling the pace with both his hands and his hips. Hanbin’s panting, overwhelmed by the intense pleasure running through his veins, and he feels his cock leaking pre-cum just as Zhang Hao moans out loud for the first time.
High and pitched, Zhang Hao’s moan is the loveliest sound he’s ever heard, and his ears tingle as soon as he hears it, all the air escaping from his lungs. Immediately, he knows he needs to listen to it again, so Hanbin meets his boyfriend’s gaze right as he thrusts deeply inside him, the tip of his cock hitting straight at Zhang Hao’s prostate, and grabs his arms with one of his hands, placing them above Zhang Hao’s head, leaving him at his mercy.
Zhang Hao is prettiest vision like this - flushed all over, eyes half-lidded with poorly concealed lust, lacy nightgown wrinkled from his ministrations and rough touches, and arms pinned above his head. He’s the perfect definition of sin, one that Hanbin can’t resist no matter how hard he tries to, and even the promise of eternal damnation couldn’t stop him from pursing Zhang Hao over and over again.
As Hanbin’s thrusts grow more erratic and desperate, Zhang Hao starts to let out small, barely-there whimpers, and soon enough they turn into constant grunts, broken little sounds that fuel the fire burning inside Hanbin. It’s almost as if his boyfriend is unaware of the fact that he’s making these noises, so turned on and fucked out that he can’t hold them back anymore, and Hanbin ‘s too lost in his own pleasurable bubble to scold him for it. Besides, Hanbin would be a hypocrite if he said he wasn’t enjoying seeing Zhang Hao falling apart like this.
Even after taking his hand off Zhang Hao’s arms, he keeps them in position, pinned above his head, and Hanbin murmurs a small praise by his ear before shifting his attention to another part of his body. Hanbin moves slightly, almost pulling out of Zhang Hao’s hole, and grabs him by the back of his thighs, lifting them until they’re pressed to his clothed stomach, exposing more of his lower body to the air. Like that, Hanbin has full access to Zhang Hao’s stretched hole, and he pushes his cock back inside, all the way to the root, his bony pelvis slapping against his boyfriend’s meaty asscheeks.
The angle has changed with the new position, and Hanbin reaches even deeper into Zhang Hao, catching a glimpse of the bulge that appears at the pit of his stomach every time he thrusts inside his warmth. It’s maddening, and his gaze can’t decide where to stay fixated - Zhang Hao’s flushed face, with his wide, wet eyes; Zhang Haos’s neck, bared as he throws his head back, with his arms still pinned above the sheets, the perfect picture of submission; Zhang Hao’s legs, twitching with the force of keeping in place, strong thighs deliciously on display; or Zhang Hao’s entrance, welcoming him in like it was made for it, opened wide to accommodate his girth.
Hanbin feels himself losing control, tripping over the edge, and as his eyes move to the way his cockhead brushes at the insides of Zhang Hao’s stomach as he hits his prostate and goes deeper, he can barely hold back his own moans - they fill the air alongside Zhang Hao’s, now uncontrollable and loud like he usually is.
“Hanbin,” Zhang Hao calls out, his name like a prayer falling from his lips, and Hanbin’s hips stutter, the sound of his lover’s voice begging for him enough to push him off the cliff. “Fill me up, please.”
If Hanbin wasn’t on the verge of coming already, that would’ve been enough to do it for him. He groans, his thrusts turning animalistic. Still, he finds his voice, “It’s a shame dolls can’t get pregnant, don’t you think, darling?” Hanbin asks, both breathless and teasingly. “I’d love to play house with you.”
Zhang Hao’s legs fall, coming to wrap around his waist instead, locking Hanbin in place - as if he would even think of pulling away. That way, Hanbin can only thrust inside him with firmer movements, moving his hips aggressively, Zhang Hao’s calves crossed behind his back, keeping him in place.
“Please,” his boyfriend whines, and then a sequence of pleadings is heard until all Hanbin can focus are his pretty please’s and more’s echoing in the previously silent room. “Just use me however you want.”
“I am using you, pretty thing.” Hanbin murmurs, picking up the pace until they’re both bouncing in bed with the force of his movements.
He keeps going, their groans mingling together like the most perfect symphony, and then he feels Zhang Hao’s clenching impossibly hard against his member, coming untouched all over his stomach, the loudest moan escaping his mouth. Hanbin is too pent up to last much longer, and after a few more thrusts, he feels his cock throbbing inside Zhang Hao, filling him up with his hot cum.
He feels like he’s coming forever, and when he catches his breath again, Zhang Hao’s squirming underneath him, breathless and looking thoroughly fucked out. He’s so pretty that Hanbin feels his cock twitch weakly, interested even though he just came so hard he saw stars.
He pulls out after a while and grabs the plug, forgotten until now, shoving it back inside Zhang Hao’s stretched hole to keep his cum inside him, laughing as Zhang Hao whines, pouting.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Zhang Hao complains, back to his usual loud, whiny self.
“I’m still not done with you, baby,” Hanbin simply states, smirking as Zhang Hao’s face turns red, a confused, lustful expression overtaking his features. “I want you on all fours, and you better not move even a centimeter as I fuck you from behind - dolls are supposed to stay in place, and you already lost your first bet.”
“Who said there was another bet going on?”
“I did,” Hanbin says, their eyes locking in a hard, intense stare. “You can make all the noise you want now, baby, but I want you to try to keep still and take me like the pretty doll that you are. Think you can do that, Hao-hyung?”
Zhang Hao turns around so fast that his ‘yes’ is muffled against the pillow, but Hanbin can’t find it in him to laugh when he’s presented with the sight of Zhang Hao’s perfect ass up in the air, all but begging to be used by him again.
Oh, owning a doll does have its perks, after all.