[He's not waiting for anything, he's not waiting for anything, he's not waiting for anything - but then the text comes through and Suga nearly drops his phone. Talk about sappy, has he really gotten this worked up over a wrong number?
But Yuki's not just a wrong number anymore. He's got a name, a face, a body, and a personality that keeps getting kinder and warmer with every message. Suga's mind is reeling again. What should he do?]
Ha no I'm the one who's sorry That must've sounded either rude or insane but I really thought
[- it was what Yuki wanted him to do.]
I don't know what I thought But you ARE really nice and really good looking and fake it til you make is failing me pretty severely here So I might as well just admit that I have no idea what I'm doing right now
[ ahhhh shit. yuki's getting in way too deep here. why is he even bothering? this kid's just a wrong number. they can stop here and it won't have meant anything at all.
but something soft inside his chest can't let this go. ]
hey it's cool you don't gotta worry about it
[ he pauses for a second, thinking. what's the best move here? if suga is as inexperienced as he sounds, then doing this kind of thing with a stranger must be a pretty big deal for him. yuki doesn't want it to be a shitty experience; the kid deserves better than that. ]
hey this might be too forward and you can totally say no and I won't mind
[Suga's fingers answer before his brain can even process the full impact of his response. He's messy-haired and red-cheeked and definitely not looking his best, but something in him just can't resist the chance for even greater intimacy in this strange, strange interaction.]
[ as soon as he gets confirmation that it's okay yuki presses the call button, a warm smile settling over his face. he's thinking it might be easier like this, when they can see each other, when the subtext to what they're saying doesn't disappear the way it does over text.
when suga picks up, he'll see yuki's chest and face - nothing scandalous, just a handsome guy with the slightest spark of hunger in his eyes. ]
[Oh, the light in Yuki’s eye and the playfulness in his tone definitely add an element that’s both reassuring and thrilling. Suga smiles, one of his big beaming smiles that could charm the birds from the trees.]
Hi! …Oh, I didn’t even give you my name, did I? I’m Sugawara, but most people call me Suga.
[His voice is light and pleasant even with a hint of drunken slurring at the edges. Were it not for the slightly devilish angle of his eyebrows, he really would be the picture of boyish sweetness that Yuki’s been imagining.]
[ holy hell, that smile - it's blinding in the best of ways, and yuki finds his own grin widening as he listens to the sound of the other boy's voice.
soft. a little feminine, but only insofar as he isn't super masculine. it's a good tonal balance. the hint of drunkenness is cute, as is the flush on his face and the way his hair sits in disarray. a cute face, but with something sharper lingering around the edges.
it might just be yuki's turn to swoon. ]
Suga. [ he sounds it out, testing the feel of it in his mouth. ] Nice to meet you, Suga-kun.
[ that last syllable is accompanied by a cheeky wink. ]
Sorry if I made you uncomfortable before. [ he shrugs apologetically, eyebrows pinching together for a moment. ] I... haven't done this kind of thing with a guy your age in a while, so I was trying not to come on too strong. Guess that backfired, huh?
[Ah, this is exactly the attention Suga's craved. Mashing genitals with someone whose greatest selling point is that he's willing, there's something to be said for that when nothing else is on offer, but being called cutie? Having your name punctuated with a wink? That's the dreamy stuff that makes Suga feel selected, even in a situation that could very literally be called a fluke.
Yuki's charming, he's smooth, and that smoothness will get him everywhere with Suga. He backs up from his phone a bit so that his face doesn't fill the whole frame, revealing more of his chest and the deeply-etched musculature in his shoulders and upper arms - spikers may have the impressive legs and backs, but setters aren't here to lose a flex-off.]
It's okay, really! You were just being considerate, I'm the one who got all in my head about it. [He laughs with a rueful little shake of his head.] I know you said you're not bothered by my age and all that, but I really just want to make sure you know one thing -
[And here, he makes eye contact as direct as he can through a screen:] - I haven't held off on having sex on purpose because I don't want to or I don't feel ready.
[ it's been a long time since yuki did anything serious with someone like this. sure, he'll flirt with the groupies after a show, but he's not a bad enough person to fuck around with kids who are still in school - no matter how much they throw themselves at him.
he knows he's good at this. he has to be; it's half the reason he's even moderately successful. for some reason, though, it doesn't feel like he's lying to suga, or trying to get in his pants. the kid's relative inexperience, along with his hunger for more, keeps tugging at some long-dormant string buried deep inside yuki's chest. ]
Oh yeah?
[ his grin sharpens at the declaration, and for a long moment he simply looks, letting his eyes rove over every inch of exposed skin visible on the screen.
then, his voice dipping an octave, he says: ]
Why don't you tell me more about how you'd want me to fuck you, Suga?
[Just that long look combined with the twist of Yuki's smile is enough to make Suga's cock leap back to full attention - his voice, though, coaxes a hot shudder from Suga's frame that'll be hard for Yuki to miss. He has to swallow a mouthful of saliva before he can respond, and even then his mouth just hangs open for a moment while he gathers his thoughts.
I want to ride you, he said before. Now his mind is wandering elsewhere.]
Bend me in half... [Where Yuki's voice has gotten deeper, Suga's has dropped to a breathy near-whisper that manages to sound just as erotic.] ... knees to ears, I want you on top of me and inside me and all around me...
[This will definitely go much smoother when Suga can just let his mouth run free, without any thoughts having to pass through the brain-to-fingers filter involved in texting.]
[ it feels good to sink back into the warm, sensual headspace they'd been in earlier. knowing that this is probably suga's first time doing this sort of thing with someone so much more experienced is honestly a huge turn-on, and as much as yuki wants to be respectful and make sure it's good for both of them, he can't quite fight off the hunger rising in his gut.
watching suga's expression shift, hearing the change in his tone - it pulls a heated breath from yuki's throat, and he reaches down to curl a hand around himself. it's off-camera, but suga will probably be able to figure out exactly what's happening. ]
Yeah?
[ his grin is still there, eyes connected directly to suga's through the camera. ]
You want me to take care of you, huh? Fill you up all the way with my cock, fuck you into the mattress, make you scream my name?
[ he inhales sharply before adding - ]
I bet you're so tight, babe. You're gonna feel so good when I get inside of you.
[It's better now that they know each other even that little bit more. Any slim chance that Suga might have gotten overwhelmed and balked is completely smoothed out by the kindness Yuki's shown him, the concern for his comfort and readiness, and it really would've been a shame to miss this.
Yuki's able to be so crude without eliciting any shame, it's almost more than Suga can bear. He trembles again, fingers digging into his bare thighs just beneath the camera's view - not yet, not yet, he needs to adjust to this current spike of arousal or he'll go off the second he touches himself.]
I've... fingered myself a few times. [Even that admission doesn't embarrass him in the cocoon of acceptance Yuki's created for them.] But it just makes me want more... I want to be opened up until I'm right at my limit and then even wider... filled up...
[Suga's slowly leaning forward as the words continue to tumble out, as if he's being physically pulled into some kind of trance. He's never, ever felt anything like this before and it's all still just words. Terrifying. Thrilling.]
[ fuck this kid's cute. he's so obviously desperate for something he can't quite have - it sends yuki right back to high school, when he still hadn't done anything more than stolen a few touches here and there. he wants to give suga everything he's asking for and more.
the way the other boy's words are just tumbling out is sweet, too; it seems as though he hasn't even been able to talk about this with anyone else. if yuki's the one he's chosen to hear him out - even if it's only because of an accidental text - he's going to do his best to make suga feel amazing.
and - who knows? maybe they can meet up at some point. ]
Naughty~ [ he says, singsong, teasing. ] You really want it that bad, huh? I dunno if you could handle it.
[ he shifts, leaning back further, and his cock comes into view at the lower edge of the frame. he's gripping it loosely, showing off the length and girth, watching to see suga's reaction. ]
I'm pretty big, y'know. I might hurt you if I just slide in right away.
[The flush that long since consumed Suga's face spreads to his ears and down his neck, even tingeing his shoulders, when Yuki follows up good-natured teasing with a long look at his cock, this time with the rest of his body in frame to offer some perspective.
God, that really is a beautiful penis. A helpless noise escapes Suga's mouth at the sight and his body gives not just a shiver but a sharp jolt, his own dick twitching against his belly and spilling a drop of precum. As zeroed in as he is on Yuki, it does occur to Suga that he should probably back up a little more as well - that shift might actually allow Yuki to see the slickness at Suga's tip, maybe even the half-moon divots his nails have left in his pale thighs.
Desperate, ravenous... but still aware of his own strengths, even if he's slowly slipping into mindless levels of arousal.]
I trust you to make sure I'm ready first. [Big golden eyes a touch wider, voice softer, head tilted at a sweet angle; when Suga tries, he can look more innocent than the purest of angels.] You won't let me suffer, right? You don't want me screaming in pain...
[ - okay, what the hell? that little noise is just about the most virginal thing yuki's ever heard, but the way suga tilts his head and the descriptive words he starts using make yuki wonder if he really isn't all that innocent after all. he's probably tried real hard to find stuff online since he doesn't have many people to mess around with in person; maybe that's where he picked it up.
or maybe he's just a natural. ]
I'm gonna take such good care of you, [ yuki hears himself say. his focus is zoned in now, eyes scanning up and down the length of suga's body, his flushed cock clearly rock hard and - fuck, is that precome?
yuki swallows hard. they're not far apart in age, but he's older, so he should be the responsible one here. suga's such a natural charmer, though, that it's basically impossible not to devour him whole. ]
Work you open nice and slow with my fingers.
[ he pumps his cock lazily, words spilling from his lips in a slow, steady rhythm. ]
You ever thought about having a tongue back there, Suga? What it would feel like? I bet you'd make the cutest little sounds if I ate you out.
[Natural charm, some research mostly involving trashy doujin - Suga's managed to piece together the act well enough in his mind, but Yuki still brings it to life so much better than he ever could. His low, purring voice coils around Suga and wraps him in heat while the steady movement of his hand commands the attention of Suga's gaze just as completely. Take care of you... work you open nice and slow...
There's nothing else for it now. He has to touch himself, even if it means that he comes instantly. He just can't hold back any longer.
All he does at first is squeeze along with Yuki's rhythm, his shoulders rolling with each heavy breath, and even that's enough to make sweat break out all over his scalp and roll down his forehead and neck. He thinks he could fall into a careful pace that won't bring him to the edge too fast... for about two seconds, until Yuki brings up something that he's literally never thought about a single time in his life, or even heard of until now.
The thing about most doujin authors is that they prefer to keep the sex... pretty. Picturesque. So that particular form of oral sex is brand new to him and it might've seemed off-putting, even disgusting, at any other time, but Yuki's got him so worked up that the mental image causes him to double over with another extremely virginal noise and fight tooth and nail not to come on the spot.]
Ffffffuck... [Being so young and impressionable also means that Suga still lives at home, so he has to force that would-be exclamation down to a hiss that might not even be picked up by the phone's mic. Once he's composed himself, he sits up again and it's written all over his face: Suga's officially too overwhelmed to contribute. He won't be doing anything but holding off his orgasm until the time comes.]
[ it's something else, watching the way suga hangs on to yuki's every word. his body's reaction to those first self-administered touches is telling: he's clearly close already, just from seeing and hearing yuki on the other side of a screen. most people yuki gets with nowadays are just as, if not more, experienced than he is, so he's not used to his partner getting worked up so quick.
it turns him on way, way more than it probably should. ]
Fuck, Suga - [ he exhales, long and low, his voice taking on a huskier edge as his own hand moves faster. ] You really like that idea, huh? Or maybe you just like listening to me tell you all the dirty things I wanna do to you?
[ the fact that suga has to keep quiet just adds fuel to the fire burning in the pit of yuki's stomach. some cruel part of him wants to see if he can break the other boy, make him cry out so loud everyone around him hears - but he also doesn't want this to be the last time they talk, so he pushes that impulse away and focuses, instead, on being the kind of guy suga actually needs. ]
You're close, aren't you? [ he murmurs it, sweeter-sounding than he was a moment ago, his face taking on a sympathetic expression. ] You don't gotta hold back. Let me see how cute you look when you come, babe.
[The only response Suga can offer to Yuki's barrage of questions is a faint whine, but somehow the affirmative still comes through - he loves listening to Yuki paint filthy pictures featuring the two of them, and it's got him so close that even his toes are curled rigidly tight to try and cling onto control. He hasn't even noticed how much Yuki's arousal seems to have escalated because his whole world has shrunk down to the hot coil at the base of his spine pulling tighter, tighter, tighter.
And then Yuki gives him permission to come.
How many full, frantic strokes does it take before he blows? It's all too much of a blur for Suga to remember. Maybe two or three, maybe as many as ten, but the reaction might as well be instantaneous - Yuki says "come" and nothing else matters until the first hot spurt hits Suga's abdomen and he seizes up with a strangled moan. If any doubt remains that Suga doesn't see nearly as much action as his body desires, it's swiftly silenced by just how much come paints his torso before he finally slumps back onto an elbow with a groan of relief.]
[ it's unfair, honestly, just how fucking cute suga is like this. it's not just the allure of virginity or some shit like that; yuki is genuinely into him, his face and body and personality and just - everything. something about the way the other boy can barely reply, the way his body is reacting, his expression as he's nearing the edge - it all makes yuki want to hold him close and protect him.
at the same time, it also makes yuki want to absolutely ravage him.
he watches in silence as suga's climax overtakes him, his own hand stilling and his lips parting as he sees just how intense the other's orgasm is. there's so much come that yuki can't help but be impressed and he thinks briefly of what it would be like to lick it off of suga's abdomen. the thought sends a fresh rush of heat to his groin and he squeezes himself hard, letting out a shaky exhale.
fuck. he really wants to fuck this kid. ]
Good boy, [ he murmurs, eyes glittering in the low light of his room, unblinking as he watches suga come down. ] Such a good boy for me, Suga. You're so fuckin' pretty like this...
[Just when Suga's finally able to blink the haze from his eyes and focus on his phone, Yuki's blazing stare hits him like a freight train and he swears he could get it up again in minutes, seconds, if Yuki demanded it of him. Whatever strange bond they've begun to form here, the desire at its core definitely flows both ways.
The only small problem with Suga's lofty fantasies is the fact that most of his body now feels like warm, pleasantly tingling rubber. He's both too exhausted and too thoroughly sated to conceive of going again, especially when Yuki still hasn't come at all.]
Me...? [A breathy laugh, as Suga shakes his head.] You have to be the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life right now. Do you know what I'd give to climb through my phone screen and finish you off? I bet you'd be surprised by how good I am with my mouth...
[Oh, how the turn tables. The fine edge of wickedness that lurks beneath Suga's sweet exterior is in full force now as he takes over the role of seductor, all his inhibitions and nerves melted away by a blistering hot orgasm.]
[ yuki's eyes widen as he listens to suga, surprised by the sudden shift. it seems as though all he needed to get comfortable was one little orgasm - how convenient. yuki finds himself sitting up a bit, eager to see how much more there is to this side of his new friend. ]
You use your mouth a lot? [ his grin widens and he starts pumping himself again, in clear view of the camera so suga can see exactly how he's responding to each filthy word. yuki's pretty used to being the one doing the charming, but he's more than happy to let his partner take over. in fact, it's kind of nice - almost like he's being pampered, instead of just being used yet again. ]
For a guy with such a cute face, you're actually kind of a slut, aren't you? [ he tilts his head, a mischievous look stealing over his expression, and it's clear he's trying to egg suga on. ] What would you do to me, if you were here right now?
[That right there, that is Suga's favourite reaction to anything he does - impressed surprise as a result of underestimating or oversimplifying him. He cultivates the ability to be a wildcard by presenting himself simply, with a face or role that people can easily slot into a category and then ignore... sure, he rarely uses the ability outside of volleyball, but it's not hard to think of this exchange as another kind of game. He definitely needed to take the edge off his own greedy desire first, but now he's ready to play.]
Like I said, my time's usually limited when I get to mess around with someone, so I learned to get him off as fast as possible. [Suga's teasing side still leans much more coy than Yuki's and he's not nearly as fluent in true filthy talk, but watching Yuki respond sends his confidence through the roof in no time.] Maybe I am a slut... blowing people I don't even like so they'll return the favor, sexting with strangers...
[Why is "cute-faced slut" such a fun notion right now? Even the people who know him best would be shocked by his actions right now, and yet the role fits him like a glove. He leans closer to the screen again, grinning right back at Yuki.]
I'd take your balls in my mouth first, one at a time. Maybe even see if I can fit both. And I'd rub the tip with my thumb at the same time to hit two sweet spots at once. How's that sound, to start?
[Yes, Suga has absolutely made the most of any experimenting he's been able to do thus far.]
[ ah. there he is. this is suga's true face, without a doubt. in the back of his mind, yuki can feel a faint sense of relief start to settle; it would be one thing to take advantage of an innocent teenager, but if suga's less naive than he initially seemed, that makes this a lot easier. whatever lingering feelings of guilt he had evaporate and his dick throbs within his grasp as if it knows they can go full throttle at last. ]
Mmh. [ a heated breath escapes him as he listens, eyes drinking in the way suga's mouth moves as he speaks. it'd look really cute on his cock, that's for sure. yuki can picture it without any effort: the younger boy on his knees, taking him in deep, that earnest desire to please mixed with youthful desperation written all over his face. ]
So you do know what you're doing, [ he chuckles, rubbing his own thumb over the tip as soon as suga mentions it. his free hand drifts down to play with his balls and his breath hitches, a sharp sound rising from his throat. somehow, it manages to sound musical, despite how lewd it is. ]
All I said was that I'd never been penetrated! You didn't ask about anything else!
[Suga laughs in delight at the accidental deception he seems to have orchestrated here, which is made all the sweeter by Yuki's unequivocally positive reaction to the truth. His gasps and groans and occasional - well, Suga's not sure what to call them, but they're almost like trills of pleasure make for a delicious reward.]
After that, I'd take the head into my mouth and linger there for awhile to give it lots of attention. I really like pressing on the slit with the very tip of my tongue and massaging it until I can actually taste how good it feels... oh, and I'd stroke you too while I was doing that, tight at the base and then looser up toward the top. Do you like a twist in there too?
[As much as Suga seems to be playing for the upper hand, he's got the exact look in his eye that Yuki imagines - intensely eager to please, zeroed in on Yuki both as his task at hand and the object of his own desire. This isn't about control for control's sake, just about getting Yuki off as hard as possible.]
[ yuki would laugh if he wasn't so busy moaning. suga's more attractive than ever like this, so clearly knowledgeable and excited to put that experience to good use. his confident tone and excited expression send thrill after thrill racing up yuki's spine; he doesn't even try to hide how affected he is by all of it.
suga deserves that much, at least. ]
Yeah, [ he breathes, nodding, his hands mimicking everything suga says: a thumb massaging the tip, a broad palm stroking the shaft, fingers squeezing and releasing at exactly the points mentioned. his eyes are half-shut now, lips open and shiny, his own body pulling more and more taut with each motion. ] I do - fuckkk, Suga...
[ how long has it been since someone's looked at him like that? innocent, eager, doing this for him and not just for themselves? yuki wants this more than he's wanted anything else for the past week, month, year. he wants suga to look at him, wants suga to touch him, wants to get lost in suga's body for as long as he possibly can. ]
Getting close - [ he grits out, and for the first time all night suga will be able to see a crack in yuki's confident facade, a tiny hint of vulnerability that flashes over his face as a particularly strong pulse of pleasure floods through him. ]
[This is all Suga's going to think about while jerking off for... at least two or three weeks. Maybe longer. Even if they never meet or speak again, Suga will hold this in his memory and every time he needs to force thoughts of someone else out of his mind, Yuki will be the one to chase them off. He's so open and responsive that Suga's hands ache to touch him, his mouth waters with the urge to taste him...
... and then, for a fraction of a second, Yuki suddenly looks small. Suga wonders if he imagined it, but how could he fabricate something so raw and honest? That odd moment flickers in his heart like a spark, then catches flame - oh, he's always fallen much too easily, but this has to be a new record.
Yuki and Suga will speak again, and they will meet, because Suga can't bear to see something like that again without being close enough to gather Yuki up in his arms.]
Then... [He's a bit subdued now, though no less enraptured by what's unfolding on his screen.] ... this is when I'll take you in deep. Don't worry, I can take your load right down my throat. You won't choke me.
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But Yuki's not just a wrong number anymore. He's got a name, a face, a body, and a personality that keeps getting kinder and warmer with every message. Suga's mind is reeling again. What should he do?]
Ha no I'm the one who's sorry
That must've sounded either rude or insane but I really thought
[- it was what Yuki wanted him to do.]
I don't know what I thought
But you ARE really nice and really good looking and fake it til you make is failing me pretty severely here
So I might as well just admit that I have no idea what I'm doing right now
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but something soft inside his chest can't let this go. ]
hey it's cool
you don't gotta worry about it
[ he pauses for a second, thinking. what's the best move here? if suga is as inexperienced as he sounds, then doing this kind of thing with a stranger must be a pretty big deal for him. yuki doesn't want it to be a shitty experience; the kid deserves better than that. ]
hey
this might be too forward
and you can totally say no and I won't mind
how would you feel if I video call you?
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I'd actually like that
[Suga's fingers answer before his brain can even process the full impact of his response. He's messy-haired and red-cheeked and definitely not looking his best, but something in him just can't resist the chance for even greater intimacy in this strange, strange interaction.]
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when suga picks up, he'll see yuki's chest and face - nothing scandalous, just a handsome guy with the slightest spark of hunger in his eyes. ]
Hey, cutie.
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Hi! …Oh, I didn’t even give you my name, did I? I’m Sugawara, but most people call me Suga.
[His voice is light and pleasant even with a hint of drunken slurring at the edges. Were it not for the slightly devilish angle of his eyebrows, he really would be the picture of boyish sweetness that Yuki’s been imagining.]
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soft. a little feminine, but only insofar as he isn't super masculine. it's a good tonal balance. the hint of drunkenness is cute, as is the flush on his face and the way his hair sits in disarray. a cute face, but with something sharper lingering around the edges.
it might just be yuki's turn to swoon. ]
Suga. [ he sounds it out, testing the feel of it in his mouth. ] Nice to meet you, Suga-kun.
[ that last syllable is accompanied by a cheeky wink. ]
Sorry if I made you uncomfortable before. [ he shrugs apologetically, eyebrows pinching together for a moment. ] I... haven't done this kind of thing with a guy your age in a while, so I was trying not to come on too strong. Guess that backfired, huh?
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Yuki's charming, he's smooth, and that smoothness will get him everywhere with Suga. He backs up from his phone a bit so that his face doesn't fill the whole frame, revealing more of his chest and the deeply-etched musculature in his shoulders and upper arms - spikers may have the impressive legs and backs, but setters aren't here to lose a flex-off.]
It's okay, really! You were just being considerate, I'm the one who got all in my head about it. [He laughs with a rueful little shake of his head.] I know you said you're not bothered by my age and all that, but I really just want to make sure you know one thing -
[And here, he makes eye contact as direct as he can through a screen:] - I haven't held off on having sex on purpose because I don't want to or I don't feel ready.
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he knows he's good at this. he has to be; it's half the reason he's even moderately successful. for some reason, though, it doesn't feel like he's lying to suga, or trying to get in his pants. the kid's relative inexperience, along with his hunger for more, keeps tugging at some long-dormant string buried deep inside yuki's chest. ]
Oh yeah?
[ his grin sharpens at the declaration, and for a long moment he simply looks, letting his eyes rove over every inch of exposed skin visible on the screen.
then, his voice dipping an octave, he says: ]
Why don't you tell me more about how you'd want me to fuck you, Suga?
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I want to ride you, he said before. Now his mind is wandering elsewhere.]
Bend me in half... [Where Yuki's voice has gotten deeper, Suga's has dropped to a breathy near-whisper that manages to sound just as erotic.] ... knees to ears, I want you on top of me and inside me and all around me...
[This will definitely go much smoother when Suga can just let his mouth run free, without any thoughts having to pass through the brain-to-fingers filter involved in texting.]
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watching suga's expression shift, hearing the change in his tone - it pulls a heated breath from yuki's throat, and he reaches down to curl a hand around himself. it's off-camera, but suga will probably be able to figure out exactly what's happening. ]
Yeah?
[ his grin is still there, eyes connected directly to suga's through the camera. ]
You want me to take care of you, huh? Fill you up all the way with my cock, fuck you into the mattress, make you scream my name?
[ he inhales sharply before adding - ]
I bet you're so tight, babe. You're gonna feel so good when I get inside of you.
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Yuki's able to be so crude without eliciting any shame, it's almost more than Suga can bear. He trembles again, fingers digging into his bare thighs just beneath the camera's view - not yet, not yet, he needs to adjust to this current spike of arousal or he'll go off the second he touches himself.]
I've... fingered myself a few times. [Even that admission doesn't embarrass him in the cocoon of acceptance Yuki's created for them.] But it just makes me want more... I want to be opened up until I'm right at my limit and then even wider... filled up...
[Suga's slowly leaning forward as the words continue to tumble out, as if he's being physically pulled into some kind of trance. He's never, ever felt anything like this before and it's all still just words. Terrifying. Thrilling.]
I want you so much right now I can't stand it...!
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the way the other boy's words are just tumbling out is sweet, too; it seems as though he hasn't even been able to talk about this with anyone else. if yuki's the one he's chosen to hear him out - even if it's only because of an accidental text - he's going to do his best to make suga feel amazing.
and - who knows? maybe they can meet up at some point. ]
Naughty~ [ he says, singsong, teasing. ] You really want it that bad, huh? I dunno if you could handle it.
[ he shifts, leaning back further, and his cock comes into view at the lower edge of the frame. he's gripping it loosely, showing off the length and girth, watching to see suga's reaction. ]
I'm pretty big, y'know. I might hurt you if I just slide in right away.
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God, that really is a beautiful penis. A helpless noise escapes Suga's mouth at the sight and his body gives not just a shiver but a sharp jolt, his own dick twitching against his belly and spilling a drop of precum. As zeroed in as he is on Yuki, it does occur to Suga that he should probably back up a little more as well - that shift might actually allow Yuki to see the slickness at Suga's tip, maybe even the half-moon divots his nails have left in his pale thighs.
Desperate, ravenous... but still aware of his own strengths, even if he's slowly slipping into mindless levels of arousal.]
I trust you to make sure I'm ready first. [Big golden eyes a touch wider, voice softer, head tilted at a sweet angle; when Suga tries, he can look more innocent than the purest of angels.] You won't let me suffer, right? You don't want me screaming in pain...
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or maybe he's just a natural. ]
I'm gonna take such good care of you, [ yuki hears himself say. his focus is zoned in now, eyes scanning up and down the length of suga's body, his flushed cock clearly rock hard and - fuck, is that precome?
yuki swallows hard. they're not far apart in age, but he's older, so he should be the responsible one here. suga's such a natural charmer, though, that it's basically impossible not to devour him whole. ]
Work you open nice and slow with my fingers.
[ he pumps his cock lazily, words spilling from his lips in a slow, steady rhythm. ]
You ever thought about having a tongue back there, Suga? What it would feel like? I bet you'd make the cutest little sounds if I ate you out.
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There's nothing else for it now. He has to touch himself, even if it means that he comes instantly. He just can't hold back any longer.
All he does at first is squeeze along with Yuki's rhythm, his shoulders rolling with each heavy breath, and even that's enough to make sweat break out all over his scalp and roll down his forehead and neck. He thinks he could fall into a careful pace that won't bring him to the edge too fast... for about two seconds, until Yuki brings up something that he's literally never thought about a single time in his life, or even heard of until now.
The thing about most doujin authors is that they prefer to keep the sex... pretty. Picturesque. So that particular form of oral sex is brand new to him and it might've seemed off-putting, even disgusting, at any other time, but Yuki's got him so worked up that the mental image causes him to double over with another extremely virginal noise and fight tooth and nail not to come on the spot.]
Ffffffuck... [Being so young and impressionable also means that Suga still lives at home, so he has to force that would-be exclamation down to a hiss that might not even be picked up by the phone's mic. Once he's composed himself, he sits up again and it's written all over his face: Suga's officially too overwhelmed to contribute. He won't be doing anything but holding off his orgasm until the time comes.]
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it turns him on way, way more than it probably should. ]
Fuck, Suga - [ he exhales, long and low, his voice taking on a huskier edge as his own hand moves faster. ] You really like that idea, huh? Or maybe you just like listening to me tell you all the dirty things I wanna do to you?
[ the fact that suga has to keep quiet just adds fuel to the fire burning in the pit of yuki's stomach. some cruel part of him wants to see if he can break the other boy, make him cry out so loud everyone around him hears - but he also doesn't want this to be the last time they talk, so he pushes that impulse away and focuses, instead, on being the kind of guy suga actually needs. ]
You're close, aren't you? [ he murmurs it, sweeter-sounding than he was a moment ago, his face taking on a sympathetic expression. ] You don't gotta hold back. Let me see how cute you look when you come, babe.
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And then Yuki gives him permission to come.
How many full, frantic strokes does it take before he blows? It's all too much of a blur for Suga to remember. Maybe two or three, maybe as many as ten, but the reaction might as well be instantaneous - Yuki says "come" and nothing else matters until the first hot spurt hits Suga's abdomen and he seizes up with a strangled moan. If any doubt remains that Suga doesn't see nearly as much action as his body desires, it's swiftly silenced by just how much come paints his torso before he finally slumps back onto an elbow with a groan of relief.]
Oh... my God...
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at the same time, it also makes yuki want to absolutely ravage him.
he watches in silence as suga's climax overtakes him, his own hand stilling and his lips parting as he sees just how intense the other's orgasm is. there's so much come that yuki can't help but be impressed and he thinks briefly of what it would be like to lick it off of suga's abdomen. the thought sends a fresh rush of heat to his groin and he squeezes himself hard, letting out a shaky exhale.
fuck. he really wants to fuck this kid. ]
Good boy, [ he murmurs, eyes glittering in the low light of his room, unblinking as he watches suga come down. ] Such a good boy for me, Suga. You're so fuckin' pretty like this...
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The only small problem with Suga's lofty fantasies is the fact that most of his body now feels like warm, pleasantly tingling rubber. He's both too exhausted and too thoroughly sated to conceive of going again, especially when Yuki still hasn't come at all.]
Me...? [A breathy laugh, as Suga shakes his head.] You have to be the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life right now. Do you know what I'd give to climb through my phone screen and finish you off? I bet you'd be surprised by how good I am with my mouth...
[Oh, how the turn tables. The fine edge of wickedness that lurks beneath Suga's sweet exterior is in full force now as he takes over the role of seductor, all his inhibitions and nerves melted away by a blistering hot orgasm.]
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You use your mouth a lot? [ his grin widens and he starts pumping himself again, in clear view of the camera so suga can see exactly how he's responding to each filthy word. yuki's pretty used to being the one doing the charming, but he's more than happy to let his partner take over. in fact, it's kind of nice - almost like he's being pampered, instead of just being used yet again. ]
For a guy with such a cute face, you're actually kind of a slut, aren't you? [ he tilts his head, a mischievous look stealing over his expression, and it's clear he's trying to egg suga on. ] What would you do to me, if you were here right now?
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Like I said, my time's usually limited when I get to mess around with someone, so I learned to get him off as fast as possible. [Suga's teasing side still leans much more coy than Yuki's and he's not nearly as fluent in true filthy talk, but watching Yuki respond sends his confidence through the roof in no time.] Maybe I am a slut... blowing people I don't even like so they'll return the favor, sexting with strangers...
[Why is "cute-faced slut" such a fun notion right now? Even the people who know him best would be shocked by his actions right now, and yet the role fits him like a glove. He leans closer to the screen again, grinning right back at Yuki.]
I'd take your balls in my mouth first, one at a time. Maybe even see if I can fit both. And I'd rub the tip with my thumb at the same time to hit two sweet spots at once. How's that sound, to start?
[Yes, Suga has absolutely made the most of any experimenting he's been able to do thus far.]
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Mmh. [ a heated breath escapes him as he listens, eyes drinking in the way suga's mouth moves as he speaks. it'd look really cute on his cock, that's for sure. yuki can picture it without any effort: the younger boy on his knees, taking him in deep, that earnest desire to please mixed with youthful desperation written all over his face. ]
So you do know what you're doing, [ he chuckles, rubbing his own thumb over the tip as soon as suga mentions it. his free hand drifts down to play with his balls and his breath hitches, a sharp sound rising from his throat. somehow, it manages to sound musical, despite how lewd it is. ]
And after that?
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[Suga laughs in delight at the accidental deception he seems to have orchestrated here, which is made all the sweeter by Yuki's unequivocally positive reaction to the truth. His gasps and groans and occasional - well, Suga's not sure what to call them, but they're almost like trills of pleasure make for a delicious reward.]
After that, I'd take the head into my mouth and linger there for awhile to give it lots of attention. I really like pressing on the slit with the very tip of my tongue and massaging it until I can actually taste how good it feels... oh, and I'd stroke you too while I was doing that, tight at the base and then looser up toward the top. Do you like a twist in there too?
[As much as Suga seems to be playing for the upper hand, he's got the exact look in his eye that Yuki imagines - intensely eager to please, zeroed in on Yuki both as his task at hand and the object of his own desire. This isn't about control for control's sake, just about getting Yuki off as hard as possible.]
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suga deserves that much, at least. ]
Yeah, [ he breathes, nodding, his hands mimicking everything suga says: a thumb massaging the tip, a broad palm stroking the shaft, fingers squeezing and releasing at exactly the points mentioned. his eyes are half-shut now, lips open and shiny, his own body pulling more and more taut with each motion. ] I do - fuckkk, Suga...
[ how long has it been since someone's looked at him like that? innocent, eager, doing this for him and not just for themselves? yuki wants this more than he's wanted anything else for the past week, month, year. he wants suga to look at him, wants suga to touch him, wants to get lost in suga's body for as long as he possibly can. ]
Getting close - [ he grits out, and for the first time all night suga will be able to see a crack in yuki's confident facade, a tiny hint of vulnerability that flashes over his face as a particularly strong pulse of pleasure floods through him. ]
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... and then, for a fraction of a second, Yuki suddenly looks small. Suga wonders if he imagined it, but how could he fabricate something so raw and honest? That odd moment flickers in his heart like a spark, then catches flame - oh, he's always fallen much too easily, but this has to be a new record.
Yuki and Suga will speak again, and they will meet, because Suga can't bear to see something like that again without being close enough to gather Yuki up in his arms.]
Then... [He's a bit subdued now, though no less enraptured by what's unfolding on his screen.] ... this is when I'll take you in deep. Don't worry, I can take your load right down my throat. You won't choke me.
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