Work Text:
Changbin stares at the flash drive, the same one he had downloaded the forbidden audio file onto. From when he and Chan had fought in the booth and he’d been unable to stop his burning urge to kiss the other bull. The audio of Chan fucking him hard enough that he’d seen stars and been sore for days after. He hasn’t listened to it since he brought it home. Not even the first half where he’d actually been singing guides. The temptation to listen to the rest of it would be too strong.
But now there’s this itch. This curiosity scratches at the back of his eyes to see what it sounds like. He shouldn’t, really, it would be a heinous breach of Chan’s privacy. But he has to know how much the microphone had picked up in that tiny little booth. He wants to know what Chan sounded like, having been so crushed into the couch that he couldn’t very well hear much of anything that the other bull was letting out.
Before he can stop himself he grabs the flash drive, plugging it into his laptop and getting his headphones connected. He opens the file and sits back in his desk chair, grateful to be in the privacy of his own home with no threat of roommates or family members making surprise appearances.
The recording starts like he expects, the metronome playing and Changbin speaking into the microphone.
“—fine then I won’t ass it at all!” He cringes at his words and he can hear the studio door opening distantly, he doesn’t want to hear the argument. He pushes the slider forward, jumping ahead several seconds.
“Off.” There’s some rustling in the audio and Changbin can hear himself whimper. “ Off .” Chan’s voice is more insistent before he hears a slap resonate through the air and himself gasp and curse. His body remembers what it was like being pushed down to his knees by his horn and he feels himself want to move with it almost uncontrollably.
“Fuck.” He curses in tandem with his voice in the recording, jaw clenching when he hears clothes rustling again. He can almost feel Chan’s cock on his tongue and the praise Chan gives him shoots straight to his own dick. Jesus this shouldn’t be this arousing.
“Such a good boy…” He doesn’t remember Chan saying that. He remembers gagging and his cock twitches in his sweats at the memory. He swallows around nothing and lets one hand come down to palm himself lazily through his sweats.
He can hear his own voice moaning distantly, cock twitching again when Chan moans. He wraps his hand around his still mostly soft shaft through his shorts and gives a short tug, moaning openly as Chan praises him again, his body growing needier with every second of the audio that plays.
“Stand up.” Changbin almost follows the directions, feeling his body jerk toward the edge of his seat. He can feel the ghost of the texture of the sofa against his face and his hole clenches up around nothing. His past self moans and Changbin feels Chan’s tongue against his hole, wriggling and squirming and he swears his ass starts to get wet. His cock certainly twitches in his hand and he feels a wet patch start at the tip of his dick, precum leaking into his underwear already. He wants to reach his other hand down his pants to finger himself, body desperate for what he had in the recording.
“Fuck Channie…” He whimpers, voice shaking as he tightens his hand around his cock, his other hand snaking down past his balls to stroke his taint, whimpering at the sensation as he squeezes his hand around his shaft. He lets out a sound and his hole clenches up weakly where his finger starts to prod it. He jumps when he hears Chan slap his ass in the audio, groaning as he feels more precum leak from his cock. Changbin in the audio lets out a sound and Chan follows quickly. This must be when Chan starts eating him out.
“Chris…” He moans softly and keeps his hand moving over his shaft and tensing when he hears Chan moan as well. He stops paying close attention to everything in the audio, letting his mind wander to the sounds of Chan’s muffled moans and the slick sound of him stroking his cock as he eats Changbin out.
Changbin can’t stop the needy whimper that leaves his lips as a thick glob of precum oozes down his shaft and between his fingers. He whines again as he tightens his grip on the base, trying to hold himself together a little more than he naturally would last, pinching his eyes closed tightly. He lets out a shuddering sigh when he feels himself come back down from the edge, slowly stroking his precum-coated hand over his cock.
“Oh fuck… baby…” He hears Chan spit and his cock twitches in his grip, he hears himself beg through the headphones and can remember the feeling of Chan’s thumb prodding and fingering at his hole, his back arching off the chair as he feels the same kind of admonishment about how stupid this was in the first place. But then his recorded voice is begging again and Chan must have his tongue on his prostate and Changbin’s cock leaks even more precum. Chan moans in his ears and he hears himself begging for more and he feels pathetic . Desperate for a man who might not even want him.
He can hear Chan teasing him about the begging and he moans out loud, he feels the ghosts of Chan’s cock spreading his hole open and keeps his own hand on his cock moving, stroking quickly as he starts to feel his orgasm restarting between his hips.
“Fuck please– please baby.. Ah!” He leans his head back harder against the chair and moans high in his throat when his orgasm hits, snapping from his core up through his body in sharp waves of pleasure that bloom with every rope of thick, sticky cum that splatters up his chest and onto the desk. It’s embarrassing how fast that was. Changbin should be feeling the sticky icor of shame mixing into his pleasure but he really can’t, not when his voice in the recording is getting fucked so well that Changbin can almost feel Chan’s cock pounding into him all over again.
“O-oh shit.” He whimpers and moans as he continues to stroke through the tail end of his orgasm, pushing himself into overstimulation and desperation. He needs another. Even if he can’t get hard again he needs to cum one more time. He reaches out and pauses the recording with his clean hand, keeping his cock in the other as he stands and walks to his bedroom. He grabs his box of toys from the closet and rummages through to find his pink jelly dildo. He grabs the standing mirror on his way back to the living room, laying it on the floor as carefully as he can before sticking the dildo to it by its suction cup, lubing it up in the process with lube as well as his leftover cum on his hand.
Changbin resumes the recording as he gets on his knees and hovers over the toy, feeling his knees dig into the hardwood as he starts to lower himself down onto the blunt tip of the fake cock. He groans deep in his chest as he feels his asshole stretching around the toy, the burn mixing deliciously with his overstimulation. He leans his chest forward, bracing both hands on either side of the mirror as he lowers all the way down until his ass touches his heels before he starts bouncing in time with the faint thrusts playing behind his moans in the recording.
“O-oh fuck… Chan-Chris~” He whimpers into his empty apartment, brow scrunching together as he feels the toy ram deep into his body. “O-oh-oh my god…” His voice bounces as his thighs and back start to burn with the effort, his tail flagging so high he feels it tickle along his shoulders. The force of his movements makes his headphones jostle on his head, slipping off one ear and he can’t find himself caring as he sits back up again to ride the toy harder. “Chan! Chris fuck—“ He gasps as his second orgasm washes over him, cum dribbling from his still-limp cock onto the mirror.
He can hear himself cumming in the headphones as well, his voice high and reedy and distantly he’s begging for something. He can feel Chan’s hands on his hips and he brings his own hands to stroke over his skin, pretending for a second that he isn’t alone. He pinches his nipple, tugging at the piercing gently as he listens to the sounds of Chan cumming on his back, his voice deep and guttural and growling as Changbin feels himself coming down.
He stays seated on his toy, panting heavily as a feeling starts to crawl into the pit of his stomach. He takes a breath and pulls the headphones off, tossing them onto his sofa as he feels the discomfort start to burn at his hole. He pulls himself up off the toy, whimpering and moaning as it pops free. He stays leaned forward over the mirror for a second, staring down at the mirror and the spots of drool on it from where his mouth has hung open as shame settles itself deep into his gut.
He shouldn’t have done this.