[Me too. Never tried phone sex with these, but damn, the sound quality’s good. I can hear you breathing.]
“Why the earbuds?”
[‘Cause I’m fucking horny.]
Seongjun almost laughed at the non-sequitur—so very Taewon. Truth was, he felt the same. He was desperate to see him, to touch him, now. His frustration came out as a grumble.
“You said you couldn’t come for two hours.”
[Take off your pants.]
“Hey—”
[What, hyung likes new things, right? Never tried phone sex? It’s not weird. It’ll be even hotter. Who cares if you’re alone? Better than you imagine. I’ll make you feel good.]
Taewon’s voice was low, persuasive. Seongjun had never refused him before, and honestly, it had never been bad. When Seongjun didn’t answer, Taewon whispered again.
[Pants. Down to your ankles.]
Click. Seongjun set his phone on the table. His hands trembled as he unbuckled his belt, the sound of the metal clinking, the fabric sliding down his legs, baring him. The thought that every sound—every rustle, every breath—would travel through these high-quality earbuds sent a strange thrill through him.
[Good.]
Taewon could hear everything. Seongjun hadn’t even spoken, but Taewon knew.
[Underwear. Down to your thighs. What color?]
“…Black.”
Seongjun obeyed, pulling his underwear down to mid-thigh. The elastic dug into his skin. Taewon’s breath, hot in his ear, made his heart pound. The rustling sounds fueled his imagination—Taewon undressing, Taewon touching himself. The embarrassment, the hesitation—when had that disappeared? He was already lost in the moment, aching to ask Taewon the same. Are you naked? What are you wearing? Are you hard?
But all he did was swallow hard.
[Lift your shirt and bite it. You can drool.]
Seongjun grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it up, sinking his teeth into the fabric. The dampness of his saliva soaked through. His exposed chest and stomach felt the chill, or maybe it was the excitement—his nipples were already hard.
[Wet?]
“Fucking psycho,” he mumbled around the fabric.
Taewon chuckled softly. The sound, the breath, clung to Seongjun’s ear.
[Don’t touch yourself yet.]
Taewon’s voice made him twitch. His cock throbbed, but he kept his hands off, just as instructed. He looked down at himself, half-hard, and swallowed again. The muffled sound of his teeth against the fabric filled the silence.
[Start with your chest. You like it when I play with your nipples, right? Left one first. Use your fingers. Gently. Circle it.]
Words that would’ve been embarrassing to hear out loud now just sounded dirty in his ear. Leaning back into the beanbag, Seongjun raised his hand and teased his nipple. His hips jerked involuntarily, making his fully erect cock twitch upward.
He moved his fingers, and his breath hitched, hot and ragged through his clenched teeth.
[Keep going. Pinch a little. Flick it. Now your other hand—down.]
Gulp. Taewon’s swallow came through the earbuds. His voice was thick with arousal.
[Grip yourself. You’re hard?]
Seongjun’s hand closed around his hot, heavy cock. More than hard. Taewon would know, even without an answer. He wondered if Taewon was hard too, if his hand was wrapped around himself. Instead of asking, he bit down on the damp fabric, marking it with his teeth.
[Slow. Stroke up. Remember how I touched you? Do that.]
“Nngh.”
Following Taewon’s instructions, he stroked upward, his thumb brushing over the head. A muffled moan escaped his sealed lips. Hah… Then, faintly, Taewon’s own moan seeped into his ear. He almost thought he’d imagined it—so quiet. But it was definitely Taewon. Taewon, imagining him, touching himself. The thought made Seongjun’s hand move faster.
[You’re… doing good? Squeeze, then loosen… Yeah… Like I’m gripping you. Now your chest—squeeze it like I do. Good.]
Seongjun’s hand moved as Taewon commanded. The uneven rhythm of Taewon’s breath, the way it hitched, sent shivers down his spine. He panted, chest heaving, as he stroked himself up and down, pressing hard enough to make his skin slick with precome. The wet sounds, the friction—it was almost too much.
“Nn—fuck—”
His muffled cries spilled out. He swallowed the saliva pooling in his mouth, the damp fabric tangled around his tongue. The thought that Taewon could hear every sound—every wet slap, every hitch of his breath—made it even hotter. His hips jerked, his toes curled, and he kept stroking.
[Hah… Fuck, you’re already leaking, huh? I can hear everything. From your hair to your toes—every move, every breath. Like I can see you… Ngh…]
Seongjun could hear Taewon too—his voice, his breath, his moans, the frantic movement of his hand. The vivid sounds painted a picture in his mind, as real as touch. He stroked his cock, slick and hot, his thumb circling the sensitive head. Over and over.
[Keep… fuck… stroking. Like when I finger your—when you’re alone, touching yourself there.]
The stimulation in his ear made his head spin. He spread his thighs against the tightness of his underwear, the elastic stretching. His ass clenched, aching for the touch that wasn’t there.
[Breathe into your ass. Yeah? The hole I—ngh—fucked…]
At the words, Seongjun tightened his muscles, imagining Taewon inside him. His hips bucked wildly, his legs trembling together. His feet rubbed against the floor, the beanbag creaking beneath him.
[Lift your legs… Hah… If I slowly… pushed in halfway, then pulled out and—fuck—slammed in all at once… Ngh… your tight, filthy hole… Fuck—shake more… Ngh—you close? Fuck, your moans… I’m gonna—shit—]
Ugh—hng—Seongjun’s muffled cries grew louder. Taewon heard every sound. Taewon was doing the same—imagining him, touching himself, coming undone. Hearing it all, feeling it all, Seongjun let out a broken, needy sound—Ugh! Nn—Fuck!—as his orgasm crashed over him.
His shoulders trembled, his hips jerked, his ass clenched. His cock pulsed in his hand, thick ropes of come spilling over his fingers. Twitch. Twitch. He rocked his hips upward, his mouth finally releasing the damp fabric. His flushed lips, his heaving chest—his teeth marks were still pressed into the wet cloth.
His hazy mind registered the ragged breathing in his ear wasn’t just his own. Taewon had come too. The realization sent another wave of pleasure through him. His untouched hole clenched and released, over and over.
“Fuck… hah… Choi Taewon.”
Their rough breaths mingled, both in the room and through the earbuds.
[Good?]
“Yeah. But… fuck, it’s not enough.”
[Heh. Got it. I’ll come as soon as this guy gets back. Just wait a little.]
Seongjun exhaled, pulling the damp fabric back down over his chest.
[And happy birthday. Still time left today. Lucky.]
Seongjun’s face burned. Bastard. Why wasn’t he here? He wanted to hold him, now.
“Hurry up.”
That was all he managed before ending the call. His ears felt numb from the earbuds. He held them up, staring at them, then smirked. They’d been a splurge, but worth it—especially with Taewon.
Good thing they’re high-quality.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
