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Hao was pissed, tired, sore and the cause of it all was one particularly maddening man— Sung Hanbin.
Though perhaps it may sound arrogant to say out loud, Hao had always considered himself charming. He got along well with most people even when he didn’t particularly want to. Not only had his parents blessed him with good genetics, but he’d also worked hard to study since he was young and rarely had any trouble holding a conversation. It wasn’t bragging to acknowledge the fact that even when he’d been a simple college student surviving off the paltry pay of part-time tutoring, he’d had classmates secretly take his pictures or whisper excitably about him when he was nearby. That was simply using his own eyes and ears.
Hao had taken a risk changing his major from something more practical like geology to something he enjoyed like design, sure, but even then he’d put in the effort to succeed. Shopped internships until he’d finally found a company he loved. Spent endless days and nights suffering through the initial trial phase just to earn the right to work full-time. All that effort just to end up saddled with a hard-headed, egotistical, power-tripping boss who was so two-faced that none of his coworkers believed him when he complained about the shit he pulled.
To call Hanbin was a piece of work was putting it lightly, and the worst part of it all was perhaps the fact that Hao too had once admired him.
It was true that Hanbin was a man that was easy to like on the surface, after all. His team was always at the very top of the company’s sales evaluations, his designs were often passed around as examples to learn from, and Hao had heard more than a few of his coworkers gush about how handsome and kind he was.
From a distance, he had seemed like the ideal man to work for. So when it came time for Hao to choose whose team to join at the end of his internship, he’d been more than happy to apply for the lingerie and loungewear department, even if Hanbin was technically a year younger than him and less experienced compared to the other branch leaders at the company.
Plus, well, it never hurt to have a pretty face around to look at. Or so he had thought. Clearly Hao had made a severe lapse in judgment.
Hao had heard before that Hanbin was a fairly laid back and friendly boss, but the opposite had been true for him. He demanded that Hao call him by his official title despite occasionally forgetting to use honorifics himself. He ordered Hao around to make his coffee like he was his personal assistant. And worst of all he’d functionally demoted Hao from focusing on making his own designs to doing paperwork by overloading him with busywork and personally marking up any and all reports Hao sent to him for even most minor of mistakes— an unnecessary waste of both their times. It was maddening.
To make matters worse, it was targeted. None of his coworkers could empathize when he complained because apparently Hanbin was a perfect little angel with them. When he heard Gyuvin, the freshly graduated intern, getting away with talking back to Hanbin with barely a half-hearted reprimand he was beyond flabbergasted.
Hao wasn’t sure exactly what Hanbin’s issue was beyond some personal vendetta or irrational grudge. He had never once talked to the man before he’d started working with him so the cause was a mystery to him.
It didn’t help that no matter who he interrogated about the subject, no one had any answers.
When he’d asked Ricky, he’d simply shrugged and told him it was probably a bit of light hazing because Hao was the newest addition to their team. Matthew, who had gone to the same university as Hanbin yet still somehow remained oblivious of his true character, would always just smile and tell him the man didn’t hate him at all. Gyuvin vehemently denied even the possibility of Hanbin having a single bad bone in his body, and all Taerae did was occasionally joke that perhaps Hanbin liked how his coffee tasted the best when he complained on the way to make it, perhaps the most egregious response of all.
Hanbin didn’t give a shit about his coffee and Hao knew it for a fact.
Since day one, Hao had been purposely making each drink worse and worse in an attempt to foist the task onto someone else. Even adding in a full salt packet didn’t seem to make Hanbin blink, however. Hao suspected the man probably wasn’t even drinking a drop of his so-called ‘coffee.’ He just liked to order Hao around to remind him of his place below him, the sick bastard.
“Why stick around, then?” Taerae had asked him one evening when he had been ranting about the man during one of many after-work drinking parties. “I’m sure you could transfer if you really wanted to.”
It was a good point. Hao did have options. He could go to another company, transfer to another team, do anything he wanted to, really. There would be an adjustment period, but it was possible. Hanbin might not give him the respect he deserved, but others certainly did. He’d already had people reach out in hopes of poaching him. There was a reason he’d been given a choice of where to go following his internship, after all.
No matter how he reasoned with himself, though, going anywhere else felt like running away. Hao didn’t just want Hanbin to leave him alone and stop harassing him, he wanted him to acknowledge him. Or better yet, grovel at his feet and beg him to stay after apologizing for how poorly he’d treated him.
It wasn’t like Hao got nothing out of his job, either. While people had been laughably wrong about Hanbin being the second coming of Princess Diana, he was still every bit as talented and capable as the rumors claimed. Hao had only been his lackey for a few months and already he had learned a lot, especially about how to interact with clients and communicate in ways that made them think your ideas were their own. Hao hated to admit it, but Hanbin was amazing at what he did. Even if he despised the other man with every fiber of his being, the whole reason he’d ended up where he was was because he’d fallen in love with Hanbin’s designs. Which is why Hao had decided to milk him for all that he was worth and make him regret ever looking down on him.
A plan that was, simply put, easier said than done.
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It was late. Hao was tired and just about to leave, which is of course the exact moment when a familiar shadow loomed. Think of the devil and he shall come.
”You really should be more careful.” Hanbin sighed, a stack of papers with various sticky tabs poking out the sides held firmly in his arms. Another rejected report. “I highlighted the problems. Maybe if you read them over you’ll realize your mistakes.”
Hao grit his teeth, choking down his every retort with a smile. The worst part about this was how Hanbin was, in a way, right. Hao did make mistakes. Minor ones, but still mistakes. It was inevitable when you were working in your third or fourth language. Hanbin had no idea how lucky he was that he didn’t have to experience that struggle.
”Thanks for letting me know, I’ll fix it right away.” He smiled blandly, taking back the paperwork from Hanbin’s hands as gently as possible so as not to betray his mood. God, he was going to have to reprint the whole stack just because of a few errors, what a nightmare. Why in the world couldn’t this just be an email he had no clue other than Hanbin’s innate sadism.
Resigned to another evening of overtime, Hao went to work. Or tried to. A certain shadow was still looming.
”Did you need something else?” Hao sighed, not even bothering to turn and look in Hanbin’s direction. Surely the man could take a hint.
”Just thought you could use some help.” Hanbin smiled. Hao couldn’t see it, but he heard it in his voice, could practically picture the familiar sight in his head. The way his cheeks would lift and crease like whiskers as he mocked him. What an insufferable little brat.
Hao tried a few more times to tell him he was fine, but it was pointless. Hanbin had his own plans, clearly. Hao felt tense with the knowledge that the man was just… watching him and tried his best to ignore him, but it just made an already rough night worse instead. By the time he was done and ready to print, he had an aching headache pounding painfully.
”You look tired.” Hanbin said with false concern.
Gee, I wonder why? Hao wisely didn’t say, though perhaps the look in his eyes gave it away with how Hanbin’s lips twitched.
“Why don’t you go home?” The man offered, patting his shoulder condescendingly. “I can finish up here.”
”No, it’s fine.” Hao huffed. “I can do it. I’ll leave once I’m done.”
”It’s no problem for me. I’ll have to close up after you anyways. Go get some rest.”
Hao closed his eyes, praying for patience. He wondered if Hanbin was aware of how that sounded. Like it was all Hao’s fault they were both still stuck in the office, when in reality Hanbin had been the one to cause this whole situation. Who was he kidding? Of course he knew. He was probably reveling in every moment of Hao’s suffering.
”Okay.” Hao agreed. No point in fighting. He had wanted to go home ages ago anyway. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
”I’ll look forward to your morning brew.” Hanbin smiled.
Hao briefly contemplated how to get away with murder, but ultimately decided to gather his things and go instead. He grabbed his briefcase, his laptop, some candy that his cubicle mate Gyuvin had snuck onto his desk, and then he was gone. Free at last.
The trip home was uneventful, if you didn’t count Hao running into a telephone poll and almost losing his phone down a drain(he really should have just stopped to check the time), or the old man who fell asleep and started drooling on his shoulder during the subway ride home(he really should get a license), or the way the keypad to his apartment kept glitching and almost locked him out of his own home(he really had to call someone to fix that).
By the time he was safely back at his apartment, all he wanted to do was sleep, but his head ached so much that he couldn’t even do that. He made dinner, tried watching some tv, tried reading a book, but none of it worked to calm him down. So he decided on his last resort— good, old fashion masturbation. An orgasm was the perfect remedy for a persistent headache.
Ideally he’d actually be getting laid, but he was single and not in the mood to go out again, so porn it was. He scrolled and watched a few videos, but nothing was really getting him in the mood, not even the things that usually got him off. It was all Hanbin’s fault. That man was even killing his erections.
Hao was almost ready to give up after the most disappointing wank secession of his life when a thumbnail caught his eye. It was on the sidebar of the website, a still image from a live feed. A young man in a white T-shirt and sweatpants sitting cross legged on a bed with the title: “Virgin. Help, please.”
It’s so corny Hao outright laughs. He doesn’t normally watch camboys— it always seemed a bit pathetic to him, a bunch of lonely losers paying a streamer to talk to them while they jerk off. Perhaps that’s why it appeals to him now when he’s not at his best. Hao’s eyes are drawn to the bold yet delicate tattoo that kisses the unnamed young man’s collar bones, his face cropped out of frame, and he can admit to himself that he’s curious if nothing else. What the hell, sure. He clicks on it.
”Hello.” The camboy greets as soon as Hao opens the stream, almost as if he was waiting for him. His voice is light and soft, perhaps a bit nervous. Almost familiar, though Hao can’t put his finger on why. “I think we have enough people to start. Um. I don’t… have anyone I can really talk to about this. But. I have a crush and I’m a virgin. I really need help figuring out what to do.”
It’s a bit of an outlandish claim. Hao’s first reflex is to immediately question why he doesn’t just google ‘how to have sex’ or watch some porn himself, but that would probably ruin the fun, break the illusion. If this is roleplay, he can play along.
’What’s your name?’ He asks, typing into the chat.
”What?” The camboy startles. “Do you really need to know that?”
Hao nearly rolled his eyes. His acting could use some work. Or perhaps he needed a better script. Did he really not plan anything out before he had started to stream? There was only so much disbelief Hao could suspend even in a fantasy.
’Just a nickname is fine.’
”Oh, then you can call me… um… I don’t know, I can’t think of anything.”
Hao laughed at how flustered he sounded, eyes tracing the erratic movement of the camboy’s hands as he wrung them and picked at his fingers, endeared despite himself. If nothing else, the man behind the screen was undeniably cute. Though Hao still felt that he was somehow familiar the longer he watched. It wasn’t just his voice, but his mannerisms and body too. Yet no matter how he tried to place it he couldn’t figure out why. Perhaps the camboy had filmed some videos before that he had seen? Or maybe he just looked similar to someone else?
As Hao mulled over the idea other messages began to appear in chat, suggesting names the streamer could use.
‘How about kitten?’ One said. ‘Or whore.’ Another suggested. ‘You could just tell us your real name.’ Another argued.
”Do you not have any normal suggestions?” The camboy huffed in exaggerated exasperation, crossing his arms like he was a kindergarten teacher scolding some rowdy children.
Hao hummed, looking up and down at his profile. He didn’t have a profile picture, just the website’s default image, but his username was interesting— bunniecat01. Adorable.
’How about Bunny?’ Hao offered, just to throw the option out there. It was fitting, anyway. With the man’s face and ass out of view, Hao could almost picture him with a tail and ears to match the name. He certainly seemed energetic and jumpy enough to play the part.
”Bunny?” The camboy read out loud, blushing slightly and reaching up to pinch at the skin of his chest in a self-soothing motion, though Hao was distracted by how quickly the skin bloomed red. “Yeah that would be fine, you guys can call me Bunny.”
Bunny’s delicate fingers kept moving as he read the chat, Hao’s eyes following every twist and squeeze. There were a few more messages going by, people asking him to take off his clothes, suggesting acts for the camboy to perform.
“Are you a top or a bottom?” Bunny read out loud. “I’ve never… I’m not sure what he—um. I think I should learn how to do both. Do you think you can teach me?”
The chat burst full of suggestions again. ‘You should tell me where you are, sweetheart, I’ll show you a good time.’ One offered. ‘Shove your cock in and out, what’s so complicated?’ Another suggested. ‘Haven’t you ever watched porn?’
“I’ve watched porn and stuff, of course I have.” Bunny responded to that last message. “But I don’t really… it doesn’t work for me.”
‘What do you mean, it doesn’t work?’ Hao asked, curious how the camboy would respond.
“Well… I don’t really— get off to it, I guess?” Bunny explained.
’You’ve never had an orgasm?’ Hao typed skeptically. Though the idea was undeniably hot, it was unlikely. Probably just a part of the roleplay.
“No.” Bunny swallowed as he spoke, almost as if he was remembering every time he’d tried.
Hao shifted in place as he imagined it. His own first time had been so long ago he couldn’t even remember how he’d thought to shove his hand down his pants. The idea that Bunny had never come was frankly ludicrous, but it was erotic all the same.
‘How do you touch yourself?’ Hao asked.
”I just jerk off.” Bunny shrugged, his hands reaching down to shift in his lap. “I don’t really do anything in particular.”
’Show me.’ Hao demanded, and watched as a chorus of other messages asked the same.
”Do I have to…?” Bunny said, sounding a bit uncertain. “I was just hoping to get a bit of advice.”
It was such a ridiculous thing to say. Bunny was streaming on a porn site, surely he had to know what he was doing and who his audience was, yet Hao found himself turned on by the nativity of his act despite knowing how fake he knew it had to be. Reality could go screw itself, he was taking the glorious path of delusion and enjoying the ride.
’How can I help you if you don’t show me anything?’ Hao reasoned. ‘Don’t be shy, I promise I’ll help.’
”I don’t know…”
’The best way to learn how to make someone else feel good is to experiment with your own body.’ Hao argued. ‘Don’t you want to make your crush happy?’
Bunny still seemed a bit hesitant, shifting in place where he sat on the bed as the chat insisted he hurry up and do something already, the hand that had pinched at the skin of his chest now toying with his necklace, abused skin a bright pink. God, he bruised so easily. Hao couldn’t look away.
”Okay.” Bunny said, his breath hitching. “Okay. You’re right. Um. Just go easy on me, I don’t know what I’m doing and I might not even come, so don’t be surprised, okay? God, this is so embarrassing.”
’That’s fine.’ Hao reassured. ‘We all start somewhere. Show me how you touch yourself, and I’ll teach you how to feel even better.”
Bunny’s adams apple bobbed as he swallowed, hand slowly reaching down to palm himself through his loose sweat pants. Hao could see the shadow of his cock through the fabric, clear evidence that the man wasn’t nearly as innocent as he was portraying himself to be. Despite whining and acting like he was too shy to even think about getting undressed in front of a dozen strangers, he had started the stream without even wearing any underwear.
Bunny groaned as he gripped his cock through the fabric and thrust up into his palm, his legs twitching to close as if he could hide his needy movements from view. The chat started chanting, a few even sending in donations to ask him to take off his pants, but Hao had another thought in mind.
‘Have you ever played with your nipples?’ He asked.
For a moment it seemed like Bunny wasn’t going to respond, too caught up in his own pleasure to pay attention to the dozens of messages lighting up his screen, but Hao was soon proven mistaken in the most devastating way.
“You can do that?” The camboy gasped, his other hand hovering uncertainly at the hem of his shirt.
’You should try, I think you’ll like it.’ Hao suggested, starting to stiffen himself at the sound of the camboy’s breathy pants. He reached down to palm himself, too, almost mimicking the gentle caress he saw through the screen.
”How?” Bunny asked with a pathetic whine.
’Touch them first, see how it feels.’ Hao suggested.
Bunny’s hand slid up and over his shirt until it reached his chest. He hadn’t lifted his shirt, perhaps still a bit too ‘shy’ to fully expose himself on camera, but then again he didn’t need to. His nipples were already hard and erect, pebbles forming mounds on his cotton shirt like buttons. When the first finger brushed against them, the camboy gave a gasp, thighs squeezing together around the other palm still working between his legs.
’Feel good?’ Hao asked, though he suspected he already knew the answer. He simply wanted to hear the camboy say it out loud.
”I-I don’t know, I-“ Bunny stuttered, breath hitching as he felt up his own tits. “I’ve never felt this way before.”
Hao shivered himself at the words, at the knowledge that he had caused this with just a few words typed out on a screen. At the idea that this was the first time Bunny was ever feeling this way.
‘Try using both hands.’ He suggested, curious how far the camboy would be willing to go.
”But I wanna come.” Bunny whined, still humping his palm.
’You don’t need to touch your dick to come.’ Hao typed. Which, well, was technically true. Some people could come from just their tits, though Hao never tried it himself before, he didn’t think he had the sensitivity for it. Bunny, on the other hand, probably did if he was already worked up from just a few light touches through his T-shirt.
”Is that true?” Bunny asked skeptically, apparently doubtful that he was being honest. Which was fair because he wasn’t.
Still, the rest of the chat backed him up, saying it was totally possible and begging Bunny to try. Well, mostly. There where a few still asking the camboy to take his pants off and fuck a fleshlight or open up his ass.
“I guess I can try.” Bunny sighed. “How is this going to help me, though? I mean… with my crush. Isn’t it weird for a guy to come from just his chest?”
’He could be here right now.’ Hao suggested. ‘Don’t you want to put on a good show for him?’
”What?” Bunny startled, sitting upright from the slight slouch he’d started to sink into. “No, that’s not possible. He would never.”
’You’re here.’ Hao argued. ‘And so are we. It’s not weird. It’s hot.’
Bunny’s cock twitched, his gray sweatpants tugging at the movement. Hao felt his own erection respond in kind at the knowledge that his own words had caused it. Again. He could get addicted to this feeling.
”You think he’d like it?” Bunny asked, his body slowly starting to relax again from its tensed state at just the thought of his supposed ‘crush.’
’I know he will.’ Hao reassured, though really he didn’t need to. There was already at least a dozen others begging for it in the chat. ‘Why don’t you put on a good show for him, Bunny?’
The camboy swallowed, his prominent Adam’s apple bobbing up and down with the movement. Hao’s eyes traced down from Bunny’s neck to his hands, slowly tracing their way up his body back towards the pebbled flesh that poked through the fabric of his shirt. Hao pulled his own hands away from the keyboard to reach back down his waist to his groin, touching himself through his pants as Bunny touched himself through his shirt and letting out a groan at the camboy’s gasp.
He had been right about Bunny’s sensitivity. If one hand had been enough to make him squirm, then two had him writhing. Hao licked his lips as he watched the camboy’s neck flush a bright red and arch from pleasure, his teeth aching to bite into the contorting muscles of his neck. Bunny moaned as his fingers flicked at the tips of his clothed nubs, slowly rubbing them as he got used to the sensation. His legs opening and closing as if he wasn’t sure whether to squeeze them shut for extra friction or fling them wide, cock twitching obscenely in his sweatpants as beads of precum wet the fabric and leaked through.
Hao palmed himself through his own pants, startled to feel himself leaking as well. He had been so focused on Bunny that he had lost track of how worked up he had been as well. He bit his lip, trying not to be too loud as he groaned at each tentative swipe of the camboy’s nipples, moans leaking out into the room from his headphones.
It was almost as if he was having a facetime with a lover, if he ignored the other usernames in the chat. It helped that the camboy had taken well to all his suggestions. He imagined what it would be like to reach through the screen and kiss the camboy’s heated skin, how the wet fabric between their cocks would drag as he pressed their cocks together and watched him play with his nipples until he came.
“I’m close—“ Bunny gasped, his hips jerking as he ground up into the air. “Oh god, I can’t belive—I-I’m gonna—“
Hao had to reach up to cover his own mouth with his fist, the moans buried in his throat begging to come out with each of Bunny’s pathetic whimpers. The camboy was even rougher now, pinching and pulling at his nipples as his cock spasmed in his pants. Fabric pulled taut as liquid gushed, the slight pain pushing Bunny off the edge in an obscene display as he writhed.
Hao tumbled down with him, leaning heavily back in his chair as cum coated his sleep shorts and leaked into his palm. It was the best orgasm he’d had in a long while and he hadn’t even gotten undressed.
As Hao recovered from his post-nut haze, however, he noticed something. Bunny had sunken into the bed as he’d gotten more comfortable, slowly sliding down lower until his chin and lips had become visible at the very top of the frame. It wasn’t much of his face, certainly not enough to identify anyone with, and yet that same sense of familiarity came back to him. The shape of his lips, the prominence of his two front teeth, a small mole that rested to the left of his upper lip, the bright pink of his tongue— it all reminded him of one man. The very man who had spent the last month making his life a living hell— Sung Hanbin.
“Thank you, Neul.” The camboy said, obvious to storm that was raging Hao’s mind as he read off his username and addressed him directly. It was reminiscent of how Hao had heard Hanbin talk to some of their coworkers when he was in a good mood, but he never spoke to him with that voice. “I learned something new about myself today. You guys have given me a lot to think about.”
Surely he was mistaken. There was no way this man was Hanbin. He had not just jerked off to his boss. He refused to believe it. Maybe they just looked similar? Or were… related somehow? Hao wasn’t sure if that made it better or worse.
“Another round?” Bunny said, reading off a message from the chat. “Sorry guys, I’m exhausted. I had to work overtime today and I still have to go to work tomorrow.”
Hao felt numb as watched the chat fly by, people booing or asking Bunny to stay a little longer. He didn’t know how to feel about the spend still drying on his hand.
’When is your next stream?’ One message in particular read.
”I’m not sure when I’ll have the time…” Bunny replied. “I guess you’ll have to turn on notifications. I’ll try to be more prepared next time to make up for it. Sorry for being such a mess, this was kind of a spur of the moment thing. But it was fun and I definitely have a lot more to learn.”
Bunny waved to the camera, reading out the names of some of the donations and saying thank you while blowing kisses. Hao watched it all until the screen went black as the camboy ended the stream.
It was supposed to just be a one time thing. An embarrassing secret Hao kept to himself. God knows he’d done plenty of other things too humiliating to admit to out loud before when he’d gotten desperate. Yet somehow he found his hand drifting to click the three little dots next to bunniecat01’s name and clicking a little star to subscribe.
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Morbid curiosity. That’s the only explanation Hao had for himself in the morning.
He was a bit more lucid once he’d woken up and had breakfast. He’d slept well enough he could almost pretend the whole thing was a dream. Keyword almost.
The evidence of his actions stood out starkly on his PC. Also his email. He’d gotten a notification overnight of a picture Bunny had posted to his community tab for subscribers.
’Look what you did to me.’ The message read, a picture of the camboy’s cum-soaked sweatpants attached. Hao nearly spat out his coffee as he saw it. Despite the whole virgin act, Bunny was bold.
”What a slut.” Hao tsked, and yet he was incredibly turned on. He wondered how Bunny’s little ‘crush’ was supposed to feel about this? What a ridiculous story.
Still, he couldn’t linger long. Though he dreaded it, he had to go back into work too. Where he was faced with another awkward reminder.
Hanbin smiled at him as he came in, that same familiar mocking look he was used to seeing as he asked for Hao to make him some coffee, but his first glance at those bunny teeth of his froze him in place, last night’s acts all playing out in his head, only with Hanbin’s face on the mysterious young man’s body instead.
It was just his luck he’d managed to find a camboy that looked like his boss of all people. God, what was his life? Was Kafka pulling the strings?
“Helloooo.” Hanbin said, waving a hand in front of his face. Hao flinched back at the action, stepping away so that they wouldn’t touch. “Are you with us? I said good morning but you didn’t respond.”
“Sorry. I’ll uh… go get your coffee.” Hao stammered, his feet already pointed away.
”Wait one second.” Hanbin said, hand coming to rest on Hao’s shoulder, holding him in place. “Not going to greet me back? Have you forgotten your manners?”
Right. Hanbin was clearly the same uptight asshole as he’d always been. Obviously. It’s not like he’d be able to tell what Hao had been up to last night. He just had to give the man what he wanted and then he could get on with the rest of his day.
“Good morning, Sa-jang-nim.” Hao said tonelessly with a shallow bow. It was the best he could muster.
Hanbin clearly wasn’t satisfied but mercifully he let him go with a condescending pat.
”Well, good enough, I suppose.” Hanbin shrugged. “I’m going to my office, you can set the coffee on my desk when you’re done.”
Hao let out a sigh of relief once the man had left the room, making his way to the break room to prepare his boss’s drink. Like usual, he brewed it to the opposite of perfection, squirting a left-over sauce packet into the mixture to finish it off and stirring everything together before going and placing it on Hanbin’s desk.
”Thank you.” Hanbin smiled, though he didn’t lift a finger to actually grab the cup, turning back to his work instead. There was a part of Hao that wanted to linger, to see the man’s reaction to his concoction, but Hao knew that moment would never come. He wasn’t sure what Hanbin did with the coffee, but he knew he couldn’t possibly ever drink it. If he hounded him over minor mistakes, there’s no way he wouldn’t have criticized the taste of his coffee by now.
Still, there was no point stressing over it now. He had work to do, and plenty of it.
Not just him, either. The entire team had been slaving away on a new collection. Though a majority of Hao’s time was spent on market research and writing reports, he still had a few other projects he was working on that needed phone calls and monitoring. A lot of it was busywork really, placating the worries and pride of old men with too much money to spend in a single lifetime, but it was still work. By the time lunch had rolled around, he’d practically forgotten all about last night’s affair.
Until he received another notification, that is.
Hao jerked in his seat when he saw the pop up, glancing over his shoulder to see if anyone else was looking his way. He really needed to change his phone settings to turn off previews. Especially once he realized what had been sent.
‘They’re sore.’ Bunny wrote, a picture of his nipples, red and puffy and on display, the nail of his pointer finger digging divots into the irritated skin. ‘What should I do?’
Hao had never gotten hard so quickly in his life. He was lucky the restroom wasn’t far away. He grabbed his briefcase to excuse himself to lunch, thankful that it wasn’t unusual for him to leave the office around this time, then cursed as he ran into a familiar face.
“Oh, Hao. Heading out again?”
Hao nodded, praying to high heavens that this interaction would end sooner rather than later. If his boss of all people caught him with an erection, he’d bury himself alive.
“Oh, well… carry on.”
Hanbin hurried past, seemingly somewhat flustered himself if the flush to his ears was any indication. Was he in a rush to be somewhere? Either way, Hao was grateful for the distraction. He wasn’t even upset that Hanbin had forgotten to use honorifics with him again.
His reason for coming this way had flagged, however. The rational part of his brain told him that he should just go have lunch and forget what he’d come here to do in the first place, but he found his feet taking him towards a stall instead.
There was no turning back once he’d opened the photo. Blood rushed north as he now had the time to take in all the details he’d glanced at before. A crisp white shirt pulled open to reveal puffy, bruised nipples. Hao had underestimated how rough Bunny had been with himself last night. And clearly it hadn’t been enough, with the way his nail dug into the abused skin.
Painslut. Hao though, unbuttoning his own slacks. He’d never been depraved enough to jack off at work before, but there was a first time for everything. Perhaps he could be a bit of a whore, too.
He balanced the phone on his knee as he reached up with his other hand to cover mouth and muffle the sounds that begged to claw from his throat with each stroke, blood thudding in his veins as he glanced through the crack of the stall, hoping that no one would step in. He couldn’t stifle the squelch of his cock, however, legs writhing as he thrust up into his fist.
He nails grazed the soft flesh of his length on a particularly tight squeeze and he jerked, phone clattering to the ground as he spasmed and came, spend seeping through his fingers to make a mess on his shoes and the stall wall.
“Fuck.” Hao groaned, panting as he came down from his high. He should have felt panic and shame as rationality crept in, but picking up his phone just had him wanting to go again.
‘Get lube.’ Hao typed out underneath the post. ‘I’ll show you how to feel even better tonight.’
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Bunny had never mentioned anything about another stream, but just as Hao suspected, he hosted one that night.
He was dressed in a black tank top and shorts this time, more of his pale skin bare and on display. His body had a softness to it, like Hao could press his fingers into the fat and mold it like clay, tattoo ink a stark contrast that drew his eyes from chest to arm, where a hidden script traveled that couldn’t fully be seen.
“I saw that you guys liked my pictures.” Bunny said, fidgeting with his hands. “I want to try something different tonight.”
’Did you bring it?’ Hao typed, ignoring all the other messages. He hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it since he left the suggestion. Was it arrogant to think that Bunny would listen to him? Perhaps. But Hao had not become who he was by being humble.
“Some of you suggested some things, so I’m a bit better prepared today.” Bunny said, grabbing the camera and turning it to face his desk.
On the surface there were a few different items. Condoms, tissues, a surprisingly large dildo, and a bottle of lube that looked barely used, maybe even brand new.
“Can you help me?” Bunny asked, his voice sounding a bit quiet and shy. Though his uneven and heavy breaths betrayed his excitement.
‘Have you ever fingered yourself before?’ Hao typed, though he already suspected the reply.
“Yeah.”
Well, that he hadn’t expected.
“I tried it once, but it didn’t really feel that different from jerking off.”
Hao grinned. So that was the angle, huh?
‘Take off your shorts and show me. I’ll tell you if you’re doing it wrong.’
“Okay.” Bunny huffed, with the sound of clothes rustling heard from behind the camera. He still had yet to flip the camera back, the only part of his body still visible his veiny arm that came to rest on the table.
Already quite a few viewers had left, impatient for action, while those that remained were demanding more.
“I’m not sure… can’t we just do it this way?” Bunny said at the prospect of revealing himself , fingers tapping nervously on the table. “You can hear me just fine.”
‘How can we fix what we can’t see?’ Hao argued. ‘You already showed us your pretty tits, don’t be shy.’
“You think I’m pretty…?”
‘Definitely. Which is why I want you to lay back and show me everything.’
“Okay.” The camboy agreed. “Okay. Um. Give me a moment.”
The screen went blank, and for a moment Hao was worried the stream had gone offline, until a flush cock bobbed into view.
Bunny was well-endowed it seemed. Not completely surprising given how well he showed through his pants, but mouth watering all the same.
Despite his earlier shyness, he’d spread his legs quite eagerly, too. One hand holding the camera while the other traced down his thighs towards his furled, slightly twitching, hole.
’That excited?’ Hao teased, as if he wasn’t practically seeing red from the blood that rushed to engorge his own cock.
”Mhmm.” Bunny nodded, hand drifting from his thigh to the bottle of lube that he’d prepared.
Hao held his breath at the sight as the camboy squeezed the clear liquid onto his hole, hissing from the cold.
’Helps if you warm it up.’
Bunny shook his head, fingers slipping down to glide through the lube and guide it into place.
”I like it cold, I overheat easily.”
Hao swallowed as he watched the first of those slender fingers press inside, much more quickly than to his liking, though he supposed that was another of Bunny’s preferences given the hitch of his breath and the way his leg twitched.
His own hand drifted down further and further at the sight, dropping below the waistband and wrapping around the tip of his cock, mimicking the movements of Ha— Bunny’s fingers as they pressed inside.
”Fuck.” Hao cursed aloud, jerking up into the grip of his own fist as muffled moans filled his ears and the sight before him overlapped with the unwanted image in his mind, a familiar face beneath him.
”Fuck.” Hao repeated, shaking his head to rid himself of the thought, and yet it wouldn’t go away.
There were a slew of suggestions filling the chat as Bunny further abused his hole, slowly adding more and more digits to prepare for the girth of his toy. He followed them all, the sweet obedient boy that he was, curling his fingers, and setting down the camera for a better view as he stretched himself open. His other now free hand alternated from wrapping and squeezing around his member to tracing a path up to his chest to pinch at his still-swollen nipples.
It was the complete opposite of the man Hao knew. Hanbin thrived off almost doing the opposite of everything he said, a cheeky smile pulling at his lips as if he knew how much it irritated him. He’d never once heard the man pant, let alone cry.
And yet, as the camboy finally pulled out the toy and pressed it deep inside, the erotic squelch of lube echoing with every movement, there was only one person that filled Hao’s mind. Moaning and writhing underneath him as he thrust, chastising words reduced to choked whimpers, hands scrambling at his back.
”I-It’s not e-enough.” Bunny whined.
’Imagine it’s the real thing.’ Hao typed, desperate to escape the phantom touch of the fantasy that had grasped hold of him. What was the original roleplay again? Some virgin so desperate to please their crush they’d turned to live-streaming for advice? That image was so far from anything Hanbin would do it wasn’t even funny. ‘Imagine it’s him.’
“Mhm-hmm” Bunny nodded, barely coherent as he tried to follow the instruction.
He changed positions, riding the toy instead of abusing his wrist to press it in and out, weeping cock bobbing with each and every sob as he chased his release. The desk and camera shook with the force of the camboy’s movement, just enough to occasionally catch the glimpse of the muscles in his neck straining or the hint of teeth biting hard into his lip to stifle moans.
Try as he might, Hao couldn’t get Hanbin’s face out of his head. Nor could he stop his desperate reckless grind into the wet warmth of his fist, his free fingers curling on the keyboard as images of Hanbin’s flushed and teary face filled his mind while Bunny’s moans filled his ears.
He closed his eyes, but that only made it worse. Made the vision clearer in his mind and his ears ring as he spilled and twitched into his palm yet again.
When Hao came to his senses, Bunny was panting in his chair, just as spent, a hand running through the semi-clear liquid that had shot out onto his belly.
”Thanks again.” The camboy said with an exhausted smile in his voice.
Hao went to type a response, anything to distract himself from the disturbing fantasy he’d just had, but found himself unable to, the chat box grayed out with a pop up warning him he was temporarily banned for spamming.
”Looks like you had fun too, huh?” Bunny teased as he watched the flood of responses. None of them from him.
Hao wasn’t sure why that irritated him. Something was wrong with him, clearly. Seriously, seriously wrong.
”I’m tired…. I don’t know when I’ll stream again, so just leave notifications on, okay?”
As the stream cut off and the screen went dark all Hao was left with was another mess to clean as well as the unpleasant realization that perhaps there was more than one reason he wanted Hanbin kneeling at his feet.
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“Wow, you look like shit.” Taerae said at the first sight of him.
”Good morning to you too.” Hao huffed, dragging a hand down his face as he stepped into the elevator that led up to their office. “I couldn’t sleep last night.”
”Clearly.”
Hao shuffled behind him as they reached their floor, delaying the inevitable.
”What in the world are you doing?”
”Hiding.” Hao said, shushing any further questions as the elevator doors opened.
As expected, Hanbin was lying in wait on the other side.
”Good morning— uh, are you alright?”
Hao continued to pretend that he was perfectly hidden behind his much shorter coworker. The power of positive thinking could get you anywhere.
”He’s had a rough night, just ignore him.” He did not hear Taerae say. For there was no one but Taerae and Hanbin in this room, for he was invisible in his impeccable hiding place.
”But—-“ Hanbin started, but as Hao continued to ignore his existence seemed to change course. “Well… alright, I guess. I’ll just… be in my office if you need anything.”
Hao let out the breath he was holding as he heard footsteps fade away. Crisis averted.
”Care to explain?” Taerae said as they parted. “Did something happen? Have you finally lost it?”
”I can’t believe he actually left… Taerae, you’re my hero.” Hao said, completely ignoring his question. The power of denial was powerful.
”Well, anything to help my precious hoobae.” Taerae smiled smugly, puffing out his chest. “Though, seriously, what’s up?”
Hao chose not to respond to that either, walking towards the office and ready to start the day. He really, really needed a distraction.
”Hao-hyung, Taerae, good morning!” Matthew greeted them with a wave as they came into view. He was standing next to a rack of hangers and fabric, a brassier hanging from his other hand.
”Good morning. The samples just came in?”
”Yeah, I was just starting to check them if you want to take a look. We’ll have to send some feedback to make some adjustments later.”
“Are we seriously not going to talk about it?” Taerae repeated, still stuck in the past.
”Talk about what?” Matthew asked.
Hao was keen to move on, setting his briefcase down to look at the samples. Paperwork tended to be his and Hanbin’s wheelhouse so he’d need to take plenty of notes. This season’s collection was a series of undergarments and sleepwear with designs inspired by the Chinese zodiac. It had been an idea Hao had proposed and surprisingly everyone had jumped on with enthusiasm. All he’d had in mind at the start was cute animal patterns, but now as he stared at lace panties with a pair of rabbits running across the hems and a detachable tail he was filled with regret.
Then his phone buzzed.
”I’m going to the restroom.” Hao announced, interrupting Taerae and Matthew’s hushed whispers from behind. Not that it mattered, he didn’t wait for a reply.
He felt certifiably insane as he, once again, opened the email of his phone in a bathroom stall to see the new message Bunny had sent.
’From the chair.’ Said the caption beneath a photo of Bunny’s back, a small bruise on either side of his hips just above his belt as though hands had gripped his waist too hard.
”Fuck.” Hao cursed helplessly, unbelievably turned on yet again.
Worse still, was the fact that the longer he stared at the background of the photo, the more familiar it looked. Plane gray walls that would have been innocuous were he not sitting in a stall of the exact same pallet.
He had to be insane. Delusional. Bathrooms all looked identical. And yet Hao couldn’t deny the thought from entering his mind. Of Hanbin, hiding in the stall just like him, unable to hold back the lingering feelings of the night before, taking a picture as if it was a treasured memento of each and every time he had made him—
Well, it hadn’t been just him, had it?
The cold water of reality hit him and chilled his veins, an anxious feeling of dread filling Hao’s stomach instead.
That was the truth, in the end, after all. He was just one of many messages that had filled up a screen. Even if Hanbin had some secret double life as a camboy, it’s not as though anything Hao had said had been particularly special to the other man. He was just one viewer in a sea of a dozen others.
Hao breathed in and out, resting his head in his palms as he reflected on his temporary insanity. He turned off his phone as he got ready to wash his hands and leave, no more distractions.
When he got home tonight, he’d unsubscribe. Whatever was going on in his head, this clearly wasn’t a healthy way to deal with stress. Perhaps he’d take up Taerae’s suggestion, after all, or request some time off. He needed a break.
”Feeling better?” Mathew asked when he returned.
Hao could feel the pretense of more eyes pointed his way. No doubt Taerae had been telling everyone who came in the tale of Hao cowering behind him to hide from Hanbin, but he didn’t feel the urge to do much more than shrug and go back to work. If they mustered up the courage to interrogate him further then he’d bother to invent some kind of half-hearted excuse.
He felt almost mechanical throughout the rest of the day, going through the motions of noting any error in the prototypes and writing another report to hand in at the end of the day. He was surprised Hanbin didn’t come to bother him, but he was grateful for the reprieve nonetheless. Unfortunately, there was only so long you could delay the inevitable.
Even though Hanbin always kept the door to his office open, Hao still knocked to announce his presence, a stack of papers in hand.
”Hao.” Hanbin greeted, jerking a bit as if almost startled to see him. No honorifics yet again. Normally it wasn’t something that bothered him, but with Hanbin he’d always hated it, especially now. Instead of feeling disrespected it left Hao with an illusion of closeness that wasn’t there.
“Some feedback for the manufacturers.” Hao said simply, setting the documents down on the edge of Hanbin’s desk where he’d normally set a mug. The desk felt oddly empty without anything there.
”Thanks.” Hanbin smiled back to him sweetly. “I’ll be sure to look over them.”
Hao waited to hear what else he had to say. Normally before he went home Hanbin always had some extra task for him to do or comments to say, and yet the silence awkwardly lingered.
”…Did you like the samples?”
Hanbin’s voice was so quiet Hao felt as though he could barely hear him, yet when he looked his way, the man was staring at him expectantly as his fingers fiddled with the edge of the documents Hao had handed his way.
”What?”
”Well, you were the one who originally proposed the idea. So I value your input the most.”
The very idea struggled to compute in his mind. Surely of all opinions his was at the bottom of the list. Hanbin himself had drawn a majority of the designs.
”They’re good.” Hao replied woodenly, not sure what else to say. It was the truth. Aside from minor manufacturing issues, he’d enjoyed all the designs. One in particular a bit too much.
”You don’t sound particularly enthusiastic.” Hanbin pouted. “Should we go back to the drawing board?”
”That’s not necessary…”
Hanbin started at him with a furrowed brow, clearly not believing him. What did it matter? It’s not as though Hanbin had ever cared this much about what he had to say before.
”Which is your favorite, then?” He asked, turning the documents to face him so that he could see all the schematics of the garments he’d carefully annotated and highlighted.
Hao debated simply pointing at the first page to see if that’d satisfy him, but the expectant look in Hanbin’s gaze as he placed his hands beneath his chin and peered up at him from his desk froze his limbs. He felt almost possessed as he took another step forward and flipped the pages, avoiding even a glance in Hanbin’s direction until he came across the design that he’d struggled not to stare at all day.
”This one.” Hao said, fingers tracing against the rabbit design. “It’s pretty.”
Hanbin cleared his throat, interrupting the strange haze that had taken him over. He had a faint flush to his cheeks that left Hao immediately glancing away back towards the floor instead of meeting his eyes, desperately hoping what he said hadn’t sounded… weird in any way.
”Well, I’m glad you like my work.” Hanbin stated simply. “You can go.”
Hao didn’t question it and gave a shallow bow before turning away, his steps quick as he went to his desk to gather his things.
There was still other people in the office, a rare occasion when Hanbin and him were usually the last to leave, but Hao was too eager to leave to give it much thought.
”Did you get in trouble?” Gyuvin asked, glancing between him and the door to Hanbin’s office as he packed his bag.
Hao shook his head and departed. He couldn’t wait to get home and pretend today never happened.
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It’s not until Hao wakes up in the middle of the night that he remembers he turned his phone off. He barely even recalls the stumbling trip home, too tired to even change out of his suit before he’d fallen into bed.
As he turns it on and the notifications come flooding in, however, he can’t decide if it’s a good thing or a bad thing that he got up long before his usual alarm.
Most of them are harmless. The usual ads and emails he barely registers before swiping them away. Then there’s a text or two from Taerae, still looking for more gossip to spread about why he’d treated Hanbin like he’d caught the plague.
Then, of course, there’s Bunny.
A post from hours ago that looks rather innocuous compared to the others he’d posted before. A shopping bag with a familiar logo on the side, bits of lace pooling out onto the bed. ‘Trying something new.’ The caption reads.
”Is he insane?” Hao says, staring at the large Z symbol he sees on the side of the building he works in every day.
It could be a coincidence, he supposes. Zerose is a popular brand, especially the lingerie. But it feels like a sign instead. Like Hanbin wanted him to know who he was. Or if not him, someone else.
The thought of it burns. The stupidity and recklessness of it. Didn’t Hanbin care who else might find out about this little side hobby of his? Was he trying to get fired? He wouldn’t allow it.
Before Hao can think better of it, he sends a private message.
‘Shouldn’t you be more careful?’
He regrets it immediately after sending it, a million doubts racing though his mind, but it’s too late, he can’t delete it. He can’t even tell if he wants a response or not until he sees three dancing dots that tells him Bunny is typing.
’About what?’
’Being so obvious. Do you want to get caught?’
’Why? Are you threatening me~?’ Bunny types. ‘I think you’d get in just as much trouble if you talked about this to anyone. :)’
Before Hao can even think to type a response, his screen changes, a pop-up that shows Bunny is attempting to video call him.
His heart thuds in his chest as his phone rings and rings and rings.
And against his better instincts, he answers the call.
”So it was you.” Hanbin says from across the line, camera panning up to show his face, cheeks flushed and normally tame hair free of product and falling innocently down his face.
Hao gawks, in disbelief that Hanbin didn’t even bother to hide. Who knew who he could have been? Did the man have no fear? Was anyone good enough for him or had he really been baiting him out in particular?
Hanbin laughs. Then, as though he could read his mind. “It’s fine, I wouldn’t have even turned the camera on if I didn’t see yours first. You should really be more careful.”
Hao flushes, his own words thrown back at him. It’s not odd to see Hanbin confident, that was basically his default state at work, but it felt strange to see him in this environment, to have the knowledge of everything that had happened before. Bunny had been so shy and cute, but of course it was all an act.
”Why are you naked?” He blurts out, just now registering Hanbin’s bare shoulders. He had been so taken aback at the sight of his face to notice before. His tattoos are out on full display, as well as his hardened nipples.
It’s Hanbin’s turn to flush, a delightful pink that raises all the way to the tips of his ears.
”You saw my post, right?” He says. “I’m wearing them.”
”What?” Hao asks, blood rushing through his own ears. The thud of his heart so loud it feels like he can barely hear anything else.
Hanbin angles his camera so it points down further and further, until the sight of a familiar pair of rabbit panties appears.
It’s tight. Barely any room at all for the fat cock stuck inside. Hao gulps at the sight, eyes tracing the outlines of embroidery he’d been carefully inspecting just hours ago stretched painfully until he sees a spot where the tip dampens the fabric, a stark contrast amoungst a sea of pink and white.
There’s a dozen questions in his mind. Why was Hanbin doing this? What was his goal? Had he done this with other people?
”How long have you been wearing them?” Is what leaves his lips instead.
”A couple hours.” Hanbin says, face out of frame, though the impatient shift of his hips is still clearly visible, the tail smushed between his ass and chair popping in and out of view.
Hao can’t stop himself from imagining it. He wondered if anyone else at work had noticed one of the samples going missing from the rack, how Hanbin must have had to have planned to stay last just so he could take them home. How he must have felt, stripping off layer after layer and lying in wait after sending his post until Hao had eventually answered his call.
”Looks painful.” Hao swallows. “Want me to help you?”
“Mhmm.” Hanbin hums in agreement, but it’s not enough. If they’re really doing this, he needs more.
”Use your words.”
”Do I really have to?” Hanbin complains, thrusting up into the barren air with a pitiful whine. It’s clear how much he wants this, whatever this is, but Hao wants to hear it.
“If you want me to help you, yes.”
“Please.” Hanbin begs. “Please help me, Hao-Hyung.”
Hao shivers himself at the words, wet-hot pleasure crawling down his spine.
”Good boy.” He praises, watching the way Hanbin twitches at the words. “First, why don’t you go to your bed? We’ll need some lube.”
Hanbin groans. “Isn’t here fine? I want it now.”
”You used to be so sweet, I wonder what happened.” Hao sighed, missing how obedient Bunny had been before the ruse was up. Of course Hanbin would still be a brat underneath it all.
”You corrupted me, Hyung.”
”Then I suppose you should already know what to do, then, huh?”
“It’s no good without you.” Hanbin whined.
Hao’s heart ached. How he wished that was true. Though this was hardly the time to dissect that.
”You already know where I want you.”
Hanbin complained a bit more, but Hao could tell he was desperate. He hadn’t lied, it seemed, that he’d been waiting for hours to do this. Why exactly was still a mystery. Perhaps it felt better for him to wait. Hao could comply with that.
”Good boy.” He praised yet again once Hanbin was into position, lying on his side propped up by his pillows with a bottle of lube to the side.
”I’m not your pet.” Hanbin pouted, though his body betrayed him the way it sang with every scrap of praise, narrow hips wriggling enough to make the small cotton tail of his lace panties bounce.
”That’s not true. You’re my bunny, remember?” Hao said, licking his lower lip as he took in the lingerie yet again, the way the lace stretched taught over Hanbin’s pale and supple skin.
“Yours?” Hanbin gasped.
“Yeah.” Hao swallowed, choosing to indulge in the fantasy. “Only mine.”
”How long are you going to make me wait?” Hanbin whined, kicking his feet impatiently as if he was a rabbit.
“Sorry, sorry.” Hao chuckled, painfully endeared. “We haven’t paid much attention to your cock before, have we? Let’s fix that.”
”That’s it?”
Hanbin seemed skeptical.
“You’ll like it I promise.” Hao said with false bravado.
In truth, he didn’t have a single clue what he was doing or how he’d ended up here. He still struggled to comprehend the fact that the boss he hated actually was the camboy he’d spent the past few days obsessed with precisely because of his resemblance to said maddening man. But he knew what felt good for him, and he’d guided plenty of partners to orgasm before, even Hanbin himself, technically, if a few words in chat counted. There was no need to complicate things. He simply had to think of what he wanted to see, what he wanted Hanbin to do for him.
”Wet your palm.”
Hanbin obeyed quickly for once, squirting lube into his hand, though Hao had to stop him when he started to reach towards his cock before his command.
”Warm it first.”
”But I like—“
”Warm it.” Hao interrupted. “My mouth isn’t cold.”
”Your… mouth?” Hanbin asked, a bit dazed.
”I want you to imagine your hand is my mouth.” Hao said. “Can you do that for me?”
“Okay.” Hanbin nodded, rubbing the lube between his fingers.
”Let me taste you.” Hao said, giving Hanbin permission to touch. He let his own fingers run across his lip, to aid the fantasy of Hanbin ready and pliant beneath him, saliva gathering in his mouth in anticipation.
Hanbin’s hand reached down past the lace until he gave a gasp, fingers wrapping around his swollen member and pulling it free, balls still trapped underneath the garment, two rabbits on either side of his blood red cock.
”Delicious. Wrap me around you, I want more.” Hao said, licking his lips and hoping Hanbin picked up on his meaning.
Hanbin complied, bringing his fist up and over his cock and stroking it down. Hao ground into the fabric of his slacks as he pressed his thumb over his teeth, imaging something else in his mouth. Something hot, and heavy, and throbbing on his tongue.
”You don’t have to be gentle. I know you like it hard.” Hao said. “Put your finger in your slit, I don’t want to miss a drop.”
Hanbin moaned, his thumb rubbing over the tip of his cock before dipping inside, just enough to hurt. His hips twitched up involuntarily, legs kicking again like a rabbit in heat.
Yet it still wasn’t enough, Hao could tell. Hanbin was getting frustrated and teary, thrusting into his fist with no release.
”Cock not enough for you anymore?” Hao mocked. “Poor baby, you’ve really turned into a slut.”
”Hao—-“ Hanbin whined. Yet he didn’t ask him to stop.
”Go on, play with your tits. I know you want to.”
”N-noo.” Hanbin sobbed.
”Are you embarrassed? Don’t be. I like it too.” Hao soothed, though in truth Hanbin’s embarrassment only turned him on even more. It was such a delicious contrast to his usual, teasing self. How he’d order Hao around. He hadn’t even touched himself, and yet the front of his slacks were soaking wet from where he’d been grinding against his own bed while playing with his mouth, his balls taught and full and anticipating.
“Show me how you fall apart.”
Hanbin caved, one wet hand leaving his cock to play with his chest and pinch at his nipples. Just the first touch was enough, cock twitching as ropes of white shot up and onto his chest.
Hao groaned himself at the sight, finally focusing on his own pleasure as he watched Hanbin work himself though the aftermath, panting and wet from face to feet, arching his back with shallow thrusts as he writhed in the phantom aftershocks of orgasm. He imagined what Hanbin might taste like shooting down his throat. He wondered if he’d give it to him, if he asked. Or better yet, if he could get the other man to beg him for it.
Yet what drove him off the edge is what Hanbin said, quiet and barely there.
”Hao… I really think I like you.”
He doubted his own ears as he panted, coming down from the ecstasy of the moment, sure he must have just hallucinated what he wanted to hear.
Either way, Hanbin didn’t give him a chance to reply, the ending the call without so much as a goodbye.
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When Hao walks into work the next day, he’s not sure what to think. He’s almost ready to assume last night was a dream, until the elevator opens and Hanbin isn’t there. He doesn’t even need to hide.
He greets everyone with a shallow bow and continues work like usual as if his universe hadn’t shifted on its axis. He doesn’t even know how he should feel. Upset? Used? Should he be worried he’d going to get fired? Was Hanbin telling the truth when he said he’d liked him or was that wishful thinking, an invention of the mind?
”Did something happen between you guys…?” Matthew asks at some point during the day when mostly everyone has left to have lunch together, staring pointedly between Hanbin’s office and him.
”Why do you ask?” Hao says woodenly, trying and failing to think of some excuse.
Matthew sighs.
”You guys are way too obvious.” He explains. “Look, I’m not technically supposed to ask this, but… do you like him? Like, at all?”
“Uh….” Hao blushes not really sure how to respond. Yes, and I think depraved thoughts about him nearly every second was hardly appropriate.
”I’ll take that as a yes.” Matthew grins. “Just talk to him, seriously. Hanbin has always had a bad habit of pulling pigtails when he has a crush, so… I’m pretty sure the feeling is mutual.”
That certainly explained Matthew’s knowing smile every time he’d complained to him, though Hao wasn’t so sure things would be quite so simple. He highly doubted Matthew was aware of what Hanbin had been up to if that was all he had to say, though the man was probably right that they needed to have some kind of conversation, even if just to get their stories straight.
”Right. Thanks.”
”Anything is better than watching you two tip toe around each other. You can figure it all out with HR later.”
Hao groaned. He hadn’t even thought of that.
Mathew laughed and patted his shoulder as he walked away, ready to join the others.
With a sigh, Hao prepared for potentially one of the more excruciating conversations of his life. It was just Hanbin and him left here, so that was a small blessing at least.
He prepared a cup of coffee as a peace offering. He hadn’t been making any the past few days. Perhaps if he reassured Hanbin nothing about their relationship had to change they could clear the air.
Well, perhaps a few things could change, actually. Like actually going home on time. Surely he deserved some kind of reward after what they’d done last night.
He knocked on the door as he entered Hanbin’s office, clearing his throat when the man didn’t immediately look towards him.
It didn’t look like he’d slept a wink the night before, dark shadows underneath his eyes, his normally carefully groomed hair less organized as it fell down his forehead.
”We need to talk.” He said, setting down the coffee on Hanbin’s desk.
”Yeah, we do.” Hanbin agreed, looking meekly down at the ground. He took the cup and brought it to his lips, taking a sip to steel his nerves, though he looked surprised at the taste.
”Much better than your usual.” He joked, which carried its own implications. Surely the man hadn’t actually been drinking the borderline poison Hao had always served?
The idea alone drove him mad. Just how much about Hanbin was a truth and a lie? How he acted with him or others, at work or on stream? Hao wanted to peel back every single layer until there was nothing left.
”Were you being serious when you said you liked me?” Hao started, ripping off the bandaid.
Hanbin blushed, fidgeting with his hands.
”It doesn’t have to mean anything.”
Hao had heard that excuse before. He’d even thought of using it himself. But there was one simple fact he couldn’t deny, and that was that he wanted Hanbin so deeply it was driving him mad.
“And if I want it to?”
Hanbin’s head jerked up, eyes glistening.
”You do?”
“Please… do not make me repeat myself.” Hao groaned. Just saying it once was mortifying enough.
”Say it. I want to hear it.” Hanbin said, standing up from his desk with a smile, his previous exhaustion apparently completely melting away.
“You’re a menace.” Hao blushed, unable to deny the warmth that spread through his own body at just the sight of how much his words had cheered up the other man.
”Don’t be embarrassed. I’ll say it too.” Hanbin reassured. “I like you, Hao.”
“You have a funny way of showing affection.” Hao snarked, thinking of the long past few months Hanbin had spent harassing him. What else was he signing up for, he was scared to even think.
”I guess you’ll have to teach me that, too.” Hanbin smiled.
”So that’s the kind of roleplay you’re into, huh?”
”Look, I don’t normally do that kind of stuff, I promise.” Hanbin blushed. “I know it sounds weird but it takes a lot for me to… get over the edge, if you get my meaning. Makes dating a pain.”
”I think we’re way past innuendos, Sa-jang-nim.”
”Stop it. You don’t have to call me that when we’re alone.”
”I dunno, I think you like it. Certainly felt pretty insistent to me.”
”You’re just so pretty when you’re mad.” Hanbin confessed. “But don’t think I forgot what you haven’t said. Please.”
”Okay, okay.” Hao laughed. “I like you, Hanbin. Would you like to go out with me?”
”Yes!” Hanbin squeaked with excitement, excitedly pulling Hao into an embrace.