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The apartment lights are still on when Hanbin slips inside, but it's totally quiet, devoid of the usual idle humming or rustling paper that belies the presence of his roommate. He gingerly squeezes his large duffel bag through, automatically looking back one last time to make sure the door doesn't close on his tail.
He keeps his steps as soft as possible as he pads into the living room, face helplessly softening into a smile as he spots Zhang Hao slumped face-first over their coffee table, drooling on a stack of papers.
So much warmth fills him so quickly Hanbin feels like he’s going to pop like a balloon, and yeah, he is definitely not thinking too hard about what that means.
For now, he just lets himself enjoy the sight, creeping closer and squatting down so he can see Zhang Hao's beautiful sleeping features, the way his long eyelashes dust the tops of his soft cheeks, the little moles there only making him cuter. His big fluffy ringed tail is curled up in his lap, clutched to his stomach with both hands. Even his truly magnificent snoring couldn't disrupt how angelic he looks in this moment, though Hanbin has spent many a night wishing he didn't have to invest in such good earplugs.
Hanbin sighs. He could seriously stay here forever… He physically winces at himself, wrapping his hands around his horns and just clutching them as if they could steady him. All of this is seriously not the outcome he expected when he started looking for a roommate after Matthew left. All he wanted was someone, preferably a hybrid but he wasn't going to be strict about it, who was friendly enough and would help out around the place.
He never expected someone like Zhang Hao, one of the most captivating people he’d ever met, a teacher just like him, so kind and beautiful and intelligent... oh god, Hanbin is so in trouble.
Hanbin gently slaps both his cheeks to try and jolt himself out of it and stands up, wincing at how much effort it takes with how tight his chest feels. Today he didn’t even catch enough time to do his usual midday milking, in the studio for hours practicing for a competition coming up. Still, it feels like that wouldn’t have been a big problem a couple years ago. Maybe he's just feeling how hard it is to keep up with his own body by himself, without Matthew's consistent unconcerned assistance to rely on.
He glances around and picks up Zhang Hao's jacket where it's strewn over the arm of the couch, drawing it up around his shoulders as lightly as possible as to not wake him. Zhang Hao's nose scrunches up in his sleep, his fluffy triangular ears twitching once. Hanbin stays very still, lips caught in a little o, doing his very very best to stay strong and resist patting one of Zhang Hao's ears. He would never do something so inappropriate and rude as touch another hybrid's features without consent, of course, but it still takes him a solid minute before he manages to rip his gaze away.
Thankfully Zhang Hao isn’t awake to catch his slight blush before he scurries off to the shower in record time. After, he feels at least a little bit more sane, but his chest is even heavier than before. He throws on a thin t-shirt and towels his hair dry, sighing as he goes a little too hard and rips another little tear into it with the tips of his horns.
He just needs to rush to his room, and then it's onto the exhausting ordeal of milking himself out until his body is at least done insisting for release, even though his arms already feel like jelly after all the drills. He gets one step outside of the bathroom when a soft, sleepy voice calls out to him. "Hanbin-ah, is that you?"
Hanbin gulps and spends a moment that feels like forever waffling, looking down at the shirt he's wearing and the very obvious shape of his chest underneath, before his heart whines at him to go find Zhang Hao right away. He swallows and straightens up with a wince, draping his towel very strategically around his neck and down over his front and padding back over to where he left Zhang Hao.
He's awake now, but just barely, and Hanbin barely resists letting out a coo when he sees the way Zhang Hao has tucked the jacket he laid on him tighter around his body, glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose as he squints at the stack of papers on the table in front of him. "Oh, you're home!" he says, smiling softly in that little downward-facing way of his that melts Hanbin's heart even more.
Hanbin nods, stepping forward quickly with a little exclamation as he catches Zhang Hao’s glasses with the tip of his finger after he starts to nod off again. He laughs awkwardly and gently pushes them properly on, stepping back into his own personal space and squeezing his hands together. "What were you working on? I’m sure it could probably wait until you’ve gotten some proper sleep, you’re halfway there already."
Zhang Hao shakes his head, murmuring a thanks under his breath. "No, no, I slept for too long already. It’s just some theory homework, but I’d rather do it now than rush tomorrow."
Hanbin hums, glancing down at the way Zhang Hao's big fluffy tail uncurls from around his stomach, sweeping around his feet instead. Hanbin is so distracted he almost doesn't realize what's wrong until Zhang Hao's eyes suddenly widen, gaze flying towards him.
He very nearly turns around to look behind him, but then the scent and feeling hit him all at once and his cheeks instantly flush bright red. He already knows what it's going to look like but it doesn't stop it from being embarrassing when he catches sight of the dark patches spreading through his shirt, his towel having fallen away and revealing the clear shape of his nipples pushing out the fabric.
Oh, fuck.
With anyone else he could probably play it off, stay lighthearted and make a joke or two even though it would still be embarrassing, but Zhang Hao? Even though he craves spending more time with him, he can't even handle being in the same room with him for too long before he starts to get overwhelmed by all the feelings he gets every time he thinks he's looking at him, let alone in a situation like this.
"I-I'm sorry, I'll get going and take care of this," Hanbin says, hunching forward a bit on instinct as if he could hide himself, ears twitching in distress.
He's about to make the awkward shuffle to his room when Zhang Hao's voice stops him in his tracks. "Wait, Hanbin!'
Hanbin slowly turns around, trying not to overthink all the ways Zhang Hao could think this is weird or gross or just not what he signed up for– they were both hybrids, sure, but cow hybrids seemed to get a lot more of their uniquely animal issues than red panda hybrids.
Zhang Hao is still staring at him, mouth open before he forces it closed and swallows heavily. "Um, you’ve got it, right?" Hanbin tilts his head to the side, not processing. Zhang Hao seems to steel himself, obviously much more awake now. "I mean, do you need any help? You told me your roommate helped you with something that I wouldn't need to, when I first moved in."
Hanbin is a little surprised that Zhang Hao remembered such a small detail of what he said so long ago, but the little warmth he feels at that is totally drowned out with the unnecessarily intense excitement that runs through his body when he understands what Zhang Hao is suggesting. "Oh, you really, really don't need to, hyung, I mean it when I say I can do it by myself, I did it for years, after all."
But every cell of his body longs for it, not just having Zhang Hao's pretty, strong hands on his skin, but because of the plain fact that he's tired, and all he wants to do is melt into bed and not feel like the skin of his chest is about to burst open and have little cramps from being overfull bothering him all night.
Zhang Hao stands up and Hanbin watches him like he's a shark circling closer, frozen in place. He pauses just in front of him, catching his eyes and keeps them there, blinking up at him all big eyes and pouty lips. "Hanbin, you're always trying to take care of me, don't think I don't notice. I want to take care of you too, you know."
Hanbin truly feels like he's about to pass out with the force of those words, blinking hard. He can't muster up any other answer than, “Oh," belying how insane he truly feels about this.
Zhang Hao smiles sweetly again and clasps his hands together, seemingly unaware that Hanbin is literally in a daze as he laughs awkwardly. "You'd have to teach me how to help, though. I've never done this before. Should we go to your bed or the couch?"
Hanbin absolutely cannot process the idea of Zhang Hao on his bed right now, so he nods jerkily towards the couch, trying to get his body to catch up with his racing mind. Okay. This is okay. Matthew used to help him nearly every day, with an ease that belied how long they'd been friends, quick, efficient, and lighthearted.
He was always so grateful for how comfortable he felt around Matthew, but Matthew wasn't Zhang Hao. Matthew wasn't a beautiful, kind fellow hybrid that he was maybe a little bit halfway in love with even though they'd only known each other for a few months that felt more like years.
Hanbin finally jolts into action, running into his bedroom as quickly as he can and fumbling for the wide container sitting next to his minifridge, dashing back out before he talks himself out of this.
Zhang Hao is sitting awkwardly on the couch, wringing his hands. Hanbin exhales as he sits down as well, staring at the space between them. Zhang Hao brightens up when he sees him, offering up his upturned hands in front of him, and the sight of his lean hands shaped by years of violin absolutely does not help Hanbin's sanity. "I washed my hands, I figured it would help?"
Yes, it absolutely would. Hanbin closes his eyes and takes a deep breath one more time. He's pulled himself together through much worse, this is fine. He'd like to think he and Zhang Hao are friends, after all those late-night conversations about all their similar dreams and interests, the things that set them apart. This is a normal thing friends would offer to do for him. He just doesn't want him to be tired or in pain.
He plasters a big, reassuring smile on his face, though it's probably still slightly tight around the edges. "That's great, thank you. Here, I'll sit like this..." He scoots back on the couch until he's sitting with his back against the rest, tilting his front slightly forward and sighing in relief as gravity does its work and takes some of the strain off his back. "And you can… ah."
Shit, he just remembered that he and Matthew used to do this on one of the nice dining chairs they had, the ones with the low back that Matthew could stand behind and make this a whole lot easier, the ones he took with him when he moved out. Before he can scramble to figure something out, Zhang Hao has scooted forward on the couch, neatly slotting his way inbetween his legs. The sudden closeness of him sending a cloud of sweet scent wafting towards him, his face so close, knee dangerously close to Hanbin's crotch. "Is this good?"
Hanbin's jaw works for a moment before he smiles again, doing his best to prevent his knees from clamping around Zhang Hao's body between them. "Perfect. So, what you'll just do is…" He looks down and pauses.
So, of course he had known that he would need to take his shirt off. It was kind of necessary, after all. But that was different from looking down and seeing the way the wet patches in front of this shirt had grown a little bit, with Zhang Hao's pretty, curious face staring right at him just a breath away. Still, he steels himself and catches hold of the hem, drawing it up over his head and tossing it to the side. He instantly regrets it now that he has no chance to cover himself back up, every single inch of his skin prickly and hot with the force of being bare in front of someone who's never seen him like this before.
Zhang Hao isn't even looking at his face, though, stare transfixed on his chest. Hanbin raises his shoulders a bit and rubs his arms, looking down as well at the familiar sight. It almost makes him blush even more even if he's seen them a million times, but today they do look honestly kind of giant, sticking out so obviously above his smooth stomach with skin taut and strained.
He clears his throat and gets back to business, cupping them both first, trying not to pay attention too much to Zhang Hao's shifting expressions he’s obviously trying to subdue. “You just circle your hand like this–,”
Shit, it's so satisfying to even get his own hands close to his nipples, barely a single light touch needed before milk is practically shooting out, splashing into the container below.
His voice is breathy when he next speaks, temporarily lost in eye contact with Zhang Hao. "-And then you just massage, like this, in a rhythm." He demonstrates, biting his bottom lip to prevent himself from making any awkward noises as some of the pressure bothering him releases. His hands are already remembering the phantom soreness from doing this this morning, though, so he willingly goes when Zhang Hao nudges his hands out of the way.
“Please tell me if I'm hurting you," he murmurs. The air between them feels slow and electric, like it takes minutes for Zhang Hao to reach over instead of a few seconds. His delicate fingers wrap about an inch away from one of Hanbin's nipples at first, making a high little shocked noise when milk shoots out with barely any pressure.
Hanbin can't help the long, shuddery sigh he lets out, relaxing deep behind him, suddenly all of the exhaustion of the entire stressful day weighing down on him. "Ahhh, thank you, hyung," he gets out, but Zhang Hao doesn't seem to have heard him, mouth open again as he squeezes inward then outward just like he showed him. The intimacy of the moment is nearly overwhelming, every single shift of Zhang Hao's warm fingers digging so gently into his skin, his eyes burning into him, the awkwardly loud sounds of his milk hitting the sides of the container all amplified. "Um, hyung, can you– the other one–"
"Oh!" Zhang Hao is so endearing with how he's so clearly focusing and trying to do his best, a little furrow in his brow too cute for the way he's making Hanbin feel as he puts his other hand on his other nipple, both now working in tandem. Hanbin lets his head hang down and keeps the little sounds trying to escape him deep down his throat. No one who's helped him with this before has ever made it feel like this, like something truly intimate and almost erotic, he tries not to think.
It seems nearly unavoidable, though, with the way that occasionally Zhang Hao's thumb will move too low and brush over his nipple, sending electric shocks from his chest all the way down his spine and to his groin. Hanbin lets out a strangled airy noise the next time it happens, the sheer relief and pleasure of just being in someone's hands after a long day getting to him. He tries to shift just a bit, groaning internally at the way his pants tighten over his crotch.
Fuck, he can't be hard now. What if Zhang Hao thinks this is some kind of sexual thing for him and he only let him help him for some underhanded reasons? Besides, his knee is right there, one shift away from pressing right into his crotch. Unfortunately, that doesn't do anything to lessen the feeling, and now that he's noticed it, Hanbin has to take monumental effort not to wriggle his hips forward to search for friction.
Zhang Hao has settled into a steady rhythm now that he's gotten the hang of it, shifting his hold all around both of Hanbin's breasts and adding a little more pressure as the streams of milk start to lower in volume a bit. To be honest, Hanbin already feels much better, and sometimes he only takes the edge off like this if he's busy or too tired, but he wouldn't dream of asking Zhang Hao to stop.
"Oh, it's almost full," Zhang Hao says, leaning back and pausing in his motions. Hanbin blinks his eyes out of the pleasured haze he was falling into, trying to pay attention to what Zhang Hao is saying and not the lack of sensation. Shit, the container is nearly full.
Zhang Hao puts the lid on and sets it carefully on the table next to the couch, returning to his place between Hanbin's legs. His knee bumps a little bit forward and an apology is on his lips before a moan rips its way out of Hanbin as it nudges right up against his clothed erection. Hanbin freezes, staring up at Zhang Hao with his mouth open and eyes wide, trying to resist the urge to run away and curl up in a ball.
Zhang Hao stares down and then up at his face again, licking his lips slowly. "Hanbin-ah, " he says, drawing his name out like he's savoring. "You don't seem to be totally done yet." He scoots closer and settles it, dragging a finger down to where a stray droplet of milk still leaking has dripped nearly to his belly button, collecting it and raising it to his face. He pauses as if to read Hanbin's expression, which probably looks like he just hit over the head, and sucks it into his mouth, humming consideringly and visibly swirling his tongue around it.
Hanbin groans and tilts his head back, pleading to whatever hybrid gods that exist that this is going where he thinks it's going. Finger still in his mouth, Zhang Hao tilts his head and raises an eyebrow, swaying forward as if challenging Hanbin to pick up what he's putting down. He gulps. "You could.... you could use your mouth, if you wanted."
Fuck, no one's done that to him before, and the very idea makes another spurt of excess milk drip down his chest, both of them glancing down and noticing it right away. Zhang Hao looks just as affected as he does, though, a rare flush high on his cheekbones as he shifts to get in a more comfortable position, lying on his stomach instead of his knees, gently tapping Hanbin to shift a little bit down to match him as well.
The view is even more insane now that Hanbin can look down and see Zhang Hao looking up at him, just a bit of his cute pink tongue peeking out as he scoots up and looks up to match eye contact before he gives his left nipple a considering lick. Hanbin whimpers immediately as his entire body jolts with the sensation, skin on fire as he watches a droplet of milk squeeze out right on Zhang Hao's tongue. He swipes over it again for good measure and smacks his lips, humming like he just ate a gourmet meal.
"Hyungg," Hanbin groans, and Zhang Hao giggles before diving in and fully wrapping his mouth around one, his arms resting on Hanbin's legs to prevent them from shuddering and jerking away from him. His now-experienced fingers coax and squeeze his soft breast just like he was doing before, and it's a genuinely insane sensation of his milk trickling directly into zhagn hao's eager mouth, his clever tongue swirling around him to lap it up. He just doesn't let up, hungrily sucking on him with those big dark eyes looking up at him until he's finally only squeezing out drops instead of a full stream, until Hanbin's hands are clenching and unclenching and he can feel himself leaking through the front of his pants as well.
Zhang Hao's mouth pops off with a lewd sound, and he lets his tongue hang out for a second, looking up at him with milky rivulets and drool dripping from the corners of his mouth. Hanbin makes a face at the sight, and Zhang Hao's eyes are twinkling, making a show of licking the mess up before he very deliberately moves to the other breast, purring “Tastes so good, Hanbinnie.”
He's a bit too quick, the edge of his front teeth scraping across the sensitive nipple, and he looks like he's about to pull off and apologize before an absolutely primal needy noise rips itself from Hanbin's throat. He stills, just trying to breathe for a moment, nearly drawing blood from his lip with the force of the arousal that just shot through him.
Slowly, Zhang Hao maintains eye contact as he bends down again, gently latching his teeth around Hanbin's nipple and adds just the slightest bit of pressure. Hanbin groans low and long and writhes so much he nearly pushes them both off the couch, sweat trickling down his temples. "I–fuck, hyung, that feels insane." he gasps, and Zhang Hao stares up at him with nothing but heat in his pretty, dangerous eyes.
"You like that, Hanbinnie?" Hanbin is still not prepared for the way Zhang Hao now purposefully worries his nipple between his teeth, soothing with his soft tongue before the pricks of pain return, the contrast just building heat in his gut more and more. His other hand comes back up to his other nipple, rubbing around it for a bit, slick and intense before he pinches down hard at the same time he sucks sweet and hot on the other one.
Hanbin tosses his head back and all his muscles tense up, trapped by Zhang Hao's body lying on him as he creams his pants right there, the disgusting feeling of cum coating the inside of his underwear nothing compared to the sheer euphoria of the sensations overwhelming him. His chest rises up and down hard and Zhang Hao pulls back, staring at him in awe. "I could feel you," he says, and Hanbin throws a hand over his face to hide his reactions as he keeps trying to catch his breath.
Zhang Hao gently reaches up to tug his arm down, tilting his head to the right. He looks so beautiful too, but also a complete mess, hair disheveled around his ears, lips puffy and whole chin and jaw smeared with the remnants of milk and drool.
Hanbin has to say it, even if he's reading this wrong. "Can I kiss you, hyung?" Zhang Hao nods furiously and Hanbin instantly dives in, tasting his own milk on Zhang Hao's lips and shuddering.
This way he can feel all the reactions and passion Zhang Hao must have been trying to hold back with the way he's nearly trying to eat Hanbin's face off, eagerly trying to reciprocate even though there's a bone-deep exhaustion settling into his bones from the orgasm and milking.
Zhang Hao shifts to get further in his lap and Hanbin can feel his own erection pressing up against him, making a little sound in his throat and pulling back. Hanbin takes another moment just to stare and muster up his confidence. "Hyung..." Zhang Hao instantly pays attention to him, eyes hazy, grinding on his lap in tiny movements. Now that he knows it's a possibility, the veritable hoard of nasty ideas he's been trying not to focus on too much are freely flooding his mind. "Do... do you want to fuck my tits?"
Zhang Hao groans and squeezes his eyes shut at the very words, hands scrunching up where they rest. "You are going to kill me, Hanbin," he says, dramatically blinking his eyes open again, and Hanbin giggles breathily. He wiggles a little bit further down on the couch, Zhang Hao recognizing what he's doing and throwing him a pillow to put behind his neck.
Like this, Zhang Hao is sitting happily on top of him, staring down at him hungrily for a moment before he urgently rushes to fully undress, turning around to yank them off. Hanbin gets a whole faceful of red tail fur, spluttering but taking the opportunity to wrap his hands around it like he’s secretly always wanted to. Zhang Hao flicks it out of his grasp and turns around to pout at him in playful annoyance, crawling back up his body.
Hanbin tries not to blink so he can take in as much of Zhang Hao's beautiful bare skin as much as possible, hands wandering up his soft thighs and running over his hips. Zhang Hao isn't wasting any time, though, seating himself on his lower stomach first, staring down and liberally grabbing his tits without the excuse of milking him now, the skin soft and malleable and still covered with stray droplets that he leans down to lovingly lick up. "You're just so beautiful," he breathes, squeezing them hard enough to make Hanbin squeak. "I've been trying not to stare since I first saw you."
Oh. Hanbin blushes, trying to tamp down the excitement that makes him want to jump up and run a celebratory lap around the apartment.
Zhang Hao scoots up closer, sliding his pretty little cock right between the mounds of fat of Hanbin's boobs. He moans sweetly just at the sight, using his two handfuls to press the flesh together around him, helplessly jerking his hips forward into the space between like he can't help himself from chasing the pleasure anymore.
His hair hangs down around his face and Hanbin stares up at him, enraptured, too tired to do much else but keep the electric eye contact between them. A droplet of sweat from Zhang Hao's temples drips down and Hanbin sticks his tongue out to catch it on impulse. Zhang Hao's mouth opens in shock, shaking his head slowly as his hips instinctively jerk forward.
Still craving more contact, Hanbin tilts his head forward. "Use my horns," he murmurs, and Zhang Hao immediately reaches out like he's been aching for a chance as much as Hanbin had been with his tail, wrapping his hands around Hanbin's cute, small horns sticking straight up from his hair. He uses them as leverage, tugging significantly but not too hard, the pressure feeling strangely satisfying.
Hanbin loves the way his body has become a veritable playground for Zhang Hao, his tits squished together for long enough to be uncomfortable, the stirrings of pain at the base of his horns that all just tingle through his whole body, valiantly trying to get him aroused again.
"Fuck, Hanbin," Zhang Hao says with feeling, laying nearly entirely on his body, fucking forward erratically into the embrace of his soft chest like he can't control it anymore. He pushes himself up to watch with the help of Hanbin’s hands on his thighs with a cute high noise as he cums, and Hanbin watches too, fascinated with the way the streaks of white splatter his chest, mixing with the remaining excess milk.
Zhang Hao scoots down just enough to collapse with his head on the clean spot of Hanbin's hip, breathing heavily. He raises his head to look up at Hanbin, and both of them break out into breathless giggles from the endorphins and the ridiculousness of their situation, that this of all things was what broke the tension that's been building up since they met.
Hanbin reaches down and Zhang Hao gives him his hand, rubbing his thumb over his knuckles as they catch themselves. They’re both absolutely filthy, and Hanbin is never annoyed by having to take another shower, but then again, he barely has any fur to deal with.
“Can I wash your tail for you?” Hanbin can’t help but burst into laughter at the way Zhang Hao squints up at him, ears twitching back.
“We’ll… work up to that, ok?”
He hums and drags Zhang Hao’s hand up to his mouth to press a kiss to it, feeling more content than he has in a long while.