[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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[ it's too much. suga's so sweet, so good - even with that devilish side, he's too innocent to be talking to someone as messed up as yuki. they shouldn't ever meet. yuki should never allow suga to get trapped in his orbit. he knows well enough by now how that works out; in the end, nobody's happy.
but. ]
Suga --
[ those eyes are so kind. ]
I'm-!
[ all it takes is the mention of suga swallowing his come, eager and easy and so goddamn good, and yuki's gone. his eyes squeeze shut and his mouth falls open, a strangled sound somewhere between a moan and a cry wringing its way out of his throat and through the speakers of suga's phone. his orgasms hits like a freight truck, hips jerking violently, and it's his turn to have his skin painted with droplets of hot liquid.
it feels like it lasts forever. white noise buzzes in yuki's ears; by the time he comes back to himself he realizes he has no idea how much time has passed. for a moment, suspended in that strange post-orgasmic high, suga gets a chance to see yuki's real face: young, beautiful, but with a sadness that lingers in the depths of his eyes. ]
That was...
[ his voice is hoarse. he swallows, then tries again. ]
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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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[ it's too much. suga's so sweet, so good - even with that devilish side, he's too innocent to be talking to someone as messed up as yuki. they shouldn't ever meet. yuki should never allow suga to get trapped in his orbit. he knows well enough by now how that works out; in the end, nobody's happy.
but. ]
Suga --
[ those eyes are so kind. ]
I'm-!
[ all it takes is the mention of suga swallowing his come, eager and easy and so goddamn good, and yuki's gone. his eyes squeeze shut and his mouth falls open, a strangled sound somewhere between a moan and a cry wringing its way out of his throat and through the speakers of suga's phone. his orgasms hits like a freight truck, hips jerking violently, and it's his turn to have his skin painted with droplets of hot liquid.
it feels like it lasts forever. white noise buzzes in yuki's ears; by the time he comes back to himself he realizes he has no idea how much time has passed. for a moment, suspended in that strange post-orgasmic high, suga gets a chance to see yuki's real face: young, beautiful, but with a sadness that lingers in the depths of his eyes. ]
That was...
[ his voice is hoarse. he swallows, then tries again. ]
Holy hell, Suga...