A very loud cackle was audible through the thin layers of Dongwoon’s cell. The refreshing laugh belonged only to Doojoon. If Dongwoon possessed a puppy’s tail, the leader imagined it to be wagging with a velocity that sufficiently sliced soft tomatoes. In spite of how many times it had been done, Dongwoon never lost that feeling of anticipation and incredulousness when Doojoon phoned him, even for the basic and simplest of things.
Dongwoon sprung into a straight position on his bed.
“You called, hyung!”
“That I did.”
“You said you would call me yesterday, but you never diiiid…”
The elation in Dongwoon’s sprightly tone lessened by a mere degree. He did so so that Doojoon traced the encrypted disappointment, for Dongwoon nearly waited up all night for the promised call like a nervous nail-biting schoolgirl, unmistakably affecting his performance earlier in the day. Doojoon picked up on it quickly. He could imagine the features on Woonie’s face loosely balled up in an entertaining, souring pout.
“I know, Woonie… I’m sorry… I was busier than I thought I would be. And tired. Bone tired. Even if I did call you, we would’ve probably only talked for… five or six minutes, give or take.”
“Oh. That’s okay, then… at least you called this time. Can you talk more now?”
“For a long time~?”
“For as long as you want.”
Dongwoon rested his head into a cool pillow cushion with the giddiest smile… This was fantastic. After nearly a week of scurrying about here and there, and only being capable of squeezing in a few texts in between what little time they were granted, the maknae was able to finally stay put in a single spot in the comforts of his petite hotel room and hear his hyung’s voice directly.
“I miss you, hyuuung…”
A light smile played on Doojoon’s lips at Dongwoon’s sweet confession. He sighed, teasing his lips with his teeth.
“I miss you, baby,” Doojoon replied.
Dongwoon’s cheeks burned in response to that. The pair of honest gentle confessions trailed a comforting bout of quietness in which one listened to the other breathe daintily through the phone…
“It’s only a few more days,” Doojoon reminded both himself and his lover, then hating how distasteful it sounded, especially by adding the word “only”, as if either male could handle “only a few more days” separated from one other.
“But I don’t like ‘a few more days’…” Dongwoon droned childishly with just a hint of a pout. He groaned as he rolled onto his stomach and stuffed his face into the cushion, “I w…… t… see y…… now…”
That last statement was trapped and muffled by the thick fibers of the pillow.
Doojoon chuckled, “What, Woon?”
Dongwoon groaned again, frustrated with having to repeat this truth, “…I want to see you noooow.”
The leader laughed, “And I want to see you too, Woonie. And do other things.”
“Do other things,” restated Doojoon. It was a very firm reinstatement.
“Do other things like what?”
“Like touch you. And feel you. And kiss you.”
A luscious pink shade was born just beneath Dongwoon’s cheeks. The maknae curled his body into a little ball on his bed, snickering. Imagining the flutter of Doojoon’s gentle lips over his brought butterflies.
“……I want to kiss you, too, hyung.”
“Send me a kiss then.”
“‘Send’ you a kiss?”
“Yeah. Make a video of you giving me a kiss.”
The younger laughed at this idea.
“You will call me back, yes?”
“What kind of question is that, Woon? ‘Course hyung will. Don’t I always?”
So the maknae ended his brief chat with the leader to fulfill his short-order wish. He recorded at least five of them, where he eased his lips into the pin-sized camera, puckered and smacked. When he decided on which one he liked the most -- neither one, really, but he’d spent enough time on them -- he sent it to Doojoon and squirmed like an inchworm on top of his sheets for the reply, tittering.
His hyung’s set jingle stridently made the younger aware that he was calling. The latter hesitated to answer at first…
“You’re naked,” said Doojoon flatly.
Those were Doojoon’s first spoken words in response to the video.
Doojoon made it sound like his nakedness was something Dongwoon himself was oblivious of, but it quickly dawned on him why the elder would figure such.
“OH! NO. I am not naked!!” refuted Dongwoon hurriedly, then he lowered his voice, “I just have my shirt off…”
“Why~?” asked the intrigued Doojoon.
“I was hot when I came back to my room, so I took it off,” the boy took a minute to note the atmospheric change, “…though it’s starting to get a little cold and I can’t alter the temperature.”
“Aw… Baby is cold?”
“I’ll just put on a shirt…”
“Let me cuddle with you.”
“We’ll cuddle; I’ll keep you warm. I’m joining you on your bed.”
Dongwoon blinked his eyes.
“What are you talking about?”
“I’m scooting closer to you now.”
“Yes. Can’t you feel me?”
“Hyung. You are not making any sense--”
“--It’s a game, Woonie. Just play along. Now do you want hyung to warm you up or not?”
Dongwoon giggled. A game? This was some game.
“Mhm. I want you to warm me up.”
“Okay. So now we’re cuddling. I’m lying on my side. I have my arms around you and I’m holding you really close to me…”
The maknae swallowed… He noted the dip in Doojoon’s tone of voice.
“…Really close and really tight.”
He could clearly imagine this…
“I’m stroking your hair as I look piercingly into your soft brown eyes.”
Yes. Dongwoon could very much imagine this.
“I’m running my fingers through it as I smile gently at you. I can feel your heart racing.”
“N-No you can’t--”
“--Yes I can. It’s beating into my chest. I hear it, too. I hear its faint thumps as you respond to our closeness.”
“I move the hand in your hair down to the back of your neck, creating a gentle grip. I’m using it to pull your lips closer to mine while watching you intently.”
“I make myself long for your mouth for another minute. I smile, then I lay my lips on your lips. I tighten my fingers in your hair, tight enough so you could feel it, to bring our mouths even closer. I’m somewhat satisfied, so I peel my lips away.”
“…This is a two-player game, Woonie. And I’m doing all the loving here.”
Dongwoon blushed… “I… But I don’t know how to play this game…” he peeped with shamefacedness.
“It’s easy, baby. Just do what hyung’s doing. Say anything that you want to do to me.”
“Okay…………… then I want to kiss you, too…”
“Alright, so you say, ‘I’m kissing you now, hyung’.”
“…I’m kissing you now, hyung,” Dongwoon parroted in his own nervous tone, then rolled into the pillow chortling with sheepishness. This was making him feel all silly inside.
“See~? Not difficult at all.”
Dongwoon chortled off the sillies.
“Anything else?” Doojoon asked.
“Ummm… Y-You do something… then I will do something… again…”
“Alrighty,” and that tone returned, “…I’m both surprised and pleased by your suddenly eager lips. I move my hand to your cheek to pull our mouths closer.”
Dongwoon was happy that Doojoon could not visually see the incalculable expressions morphing his bright face. But by the nervousness that brimmed in his voice, Doojoon had a very good idea how hilarious his lover must have looked.
“…I kiss you back and… um… I put my fingers in your hair.”
“I lightly moan at your warm fingers, surprised again. My tongue is teasing your lips.”
Dongwoon adopted a shade of soft watermelon-pink…
“I… open up my mouth and… let your tongue inside--H-Hyung. I’m not so good at this…”
“No no… Baby you’re doing fine. That was perfect.”
A small confident smirk blossomed on the younger’s lips, “…Really?”
“Yes… now I ease my tongue inside. I’m thoroughly enjoying your taste. I curl my tongue around yours and I softly suck your lips--”
Dongwoon subconsciously wet his lips…
“--then I take my hand from your face and ease it onto your shoulder. I give you a squeeze there, then it goes lower and squeezes, and lower with another squeeze… and lower until I reach your soft ass. I’m pinching it just to watch you squirm, then I take your right cheek into my palm and tightly squeeze.”
The maknae wavered a little on the mattress, but for two different reasons. He could feel everything, for one. He visualized the elder’s soft-looking mouth, his soft lips moving in that amorously entrancing way. Doojoon’s undertone huskiness carried into each spoken word… it threaded them into the very deliciously chilling sentences they were. Dongwoon felt him, the heat of his skin, the hand on his ass and the tongue deep in his mouth. The every-damn-thing.
But, and this was number two, how was he to retaliate to something like that? Or, the question that should be posed is, how did Dongwoon typically react to Doojoon in those situations? He turned his eyes off to achieve a clearer, sharper image of the happenings, and to connect to the Dongwoon they both envisioned in their minds.
“…I shiver at your hand on my ass and jump at the pinches. I’m moaning as you play with my tongue. I bite your lips and… I try to bring your body closer to mine…”
“Your eagerness is exciting. I push you onto your back and tower over you. I’m watching you closely.”
“I watch you back…”
“I’m lying on top of you with my thigh between your legs. It’s making contact with your cock. I move my knee forward and backward to create a slight friction--”
“You didn’t say we were going to be… doing that!!” Dongwoon was whispering -- he did not know why -- with his eyes as big as plates.
“That’s what phone sex is, Woon. I thought you had the idea by now; you were going along with it.”
Doojoon said phone sex. Dongwoon didn’t know what the hell he’d gotten himself sucked into. He simply thought Doojoon was just teasing him with all of this! No. They were actually in the midst of having phone sex, and Dongwoon was already knee deep into it.
“You’re naughty, hyung.”
“It’s your turn~”
Cringing and biting his lips, Dongwoon did his hardest not to make himself sound like an utter fool.
“Your thigh makes me moan and shake. I feel tingly… I’m reaching up and grabbing your neck and pulling down to try and make you kiss me…”
“I quickly wet your lips with my tongue before kissing them over and over. Now I’m slowly grinding our hips together.”
Dongwoon glowed red… He felt a faint pulse in his cock.
“Are you getting hard, Woonie?” purred the leader -- damn, did he hear it? -- following the question with an expulsion of breath. There was no sense in lying.
Doojoon continued. “I’m licking all over your neck, moaning each and every time our cocks kiss--”
Dongwoon released a mild and throaty moan…
“--I want to feel you harden. I replace my hips with my hand and begin to palm you firmly. I kiss you a final time, then I take your right nipple into my mouth and dance my tongue around it and run over it and tease it with my teeth.”
“…My hips thrust up into your hand… it… it feels so good, hyung. The tingles fill my body; I start shaking as you start sucking on my nipple and I trap your hair between my fingers and scratch…” Dongwoon was speaking in a hush now. A raspy sort of hush with all the breath he could scrounge up.
“I hum at your light scrapes. I bring my head up to find your face twisted in deep pleasure. My hand is moving beneath your shorts until I’m holding your cock in my hand. I’m starting to pump you, then I go faster until you’re completely erect. I snatch your boxers off. My eyes are drawn directly to your cock. It’s perfect and pink and it looks so fucking delicious. I bring my lips down and pucker them. I kiss the head; my lips become moist with your precum. I swallow the sweet sample and start to swallow around the slit.”
Dongwoon’s shallow breathing came through crystal clear on Doojoon’s end. Imagining the feel of Doojoon’s hot lips on his cock -- no. He knew the feel of Doojoon’s hot lips on his cock. And they were there at that very moment annoying the hell out of the nerve endings surrounding the slit. Dongwoon realized a handful of minutes ago that he had been subconsciously touching himself as he talked to Doojoon, touching as in stroking his cock through his little shorts that his lover had supposedly already snatched off. He wasn’t fazed by this -- surprised, but not fazed. Because fuck, anyone would touch themselves if they had Doojoon dropping wet sex in their ear. He was also sobbing, for with an imagination like his it was almost better than the real thing. Almost.
“No teasing hyung…”
“Hm, baby? No teasing?”
“What was that?”
“Fuck me Doojoon.”
And the younger was desperate enough to comply.
“Please hyung… please…” Dongwoon’s moans of mercy were sweet music to Doojoon’s ears. Doojoon began picturing his Woonie sprawled in debauchery with those brown eyes caked with glaze and his skin the hue of grainy cinnamon and his pretty legs spread wide for him and him only, all quavering thighs and curling toes. Ready to eat up.
“I crawl between your legs and gaze at you for a few moments. I kiss your thighs on the inside, and then I suck… and I suck… and I suck, until you can’t take it.”
And Dongwoon couldn’t take it, but Doojoon was not done.
“I enjoy seeing you tremble. I’m moving my mouth in between your cheeks and tease your hole with my tongue.”
Dongwoon, now fingering his wriggly self on the bed, gasped and begged for the ministrations to stop. Doojoon proceeded to “lube” them both, also being so languid in sliding his fingers in and out, passing that little spot of momentous joy to make the boy squeal. Dongwoon would be greedily fucking Doojoon’s probe, but in reality, his fingers were fucking him.
“You ready Woonie?”
“I open your legs wide and I gently ease my cock inside you. Then I pull out slowly, then I ease back in…”
Dongwoon shifted his fingers farther, scissoring and all with eyes closed and lips wet, imagining that shaft connecting intimately with him, inside of him, zipping in and out with beautiful succession.
“Fast… er…” Dongwoon groveled into the phone. Doojoon “gave” it to him fast. It was all a matter of envisioning and matching his hyung’s voice to his actions and truly feeling them… truly allowing himself to believe that Doojoon was fucking him. And with his fingers as an aid, he might as well have been there with him.
“I’m pumping your cock as I fuck you ruthlessly, baby.”
Dongwoon moved his fingers faster. He could barely hold the phone straight. He vividly imagined with his nails clamped down into the sheets with Doojoon having his way with him. The sweat on his drenched honeyed skin and that fiery look of passion in his hyung’s eyes was a very clear image. Doojoon knew the right words and when to use them at the right times to paint the most mind-blowing of images that the maknae just gave up. Dongwoon orgasmed with not a stroke to his cock. His choking cry gave Doojoon an earful: Beautiful and loud sprinkled with fragments of Doojoon’s name, and then gradually falling into slow gasps of breath. Doojoon closed his eyes as he took it in. He had been waiting to hear that for a long, long while. The anxiety, the loneliness, everything became effaced by that single cry of pleasure…
“You came?” Doojoon asked.
“…Yes. And all in your hand,” Dongwoon airlessly chuckled.
“Then I collect your cum in my hand and take it into my mouth, scraping it all onto my tongue… then I let it slip back into my throat, and swallow.”
Doojoon never let anything go to waste. Dongwoon hummed in satisfaction, but with that in mind…
“Are you still hard hyung?” the maknae questioned.
“Very.” Both in actuality and imagination.
“Okay… I feel you leave me. When you do I gently flip you onto your back and crawl over you and eat up your lips… Then I make kisses until my lips are on your cock. I kiss it for a while, and now I’m taking it into my mouth very slow.”
Doojoon’s mouth went dry all of a sudden. Creating crisp mental images of Dongwoon’s lips at his cock required little to no thought. And the sensations overwhelmed the leader instantly. Dongwoon’s mouth was an instrument wrought by the heavens. The wetness and the heat of it bettered everything else.
“I suck on you lightly and I start to take more of your cock. I’m starting to move my head up and down, sucking a little harder and playing with your sac…”
Doojoon exhaled. Not even biting his lips stopped the moans, or lessened the squirming on his bed. He’d unzipped his jeans to access his cock. He praised Dongwoon beneath every breath and every stroke and fierce pump to his member.
“…Now I take you farther and farther… and I moan around you and play with you more as I feel you get harder and hotter in my mouth. You’re in my throat now… so I go a little slower until I finally taste all of you…”
Dongwoon wanted to turn Doojoon into jelly. That was his deepest desire, and his own personally set goal. He rubbed his love’s thighs and let his imaginary self go to work on the throbbing flesh atop of his tongue. The leader’s fluids came alive on his own tongue, and that paired with Doojoon’s heavy breathing and groans brought the latter closer.
“God, Woon I’m gonna cum…”
Doojoon stroked faster and managed to give a “yes” to his lover. Then another yes. And another yes, each incrementally becoming louder than the latter. Dongwoon sputtered more velvety, sultrily euphoric actions into his hyung’s ear, tonguing him and moaning his name ardently to hasten his awaited release. Everything worked. Doojoon’s lips spread and sexually-charged notes came springing from his throat. Dongwoon’s eyes fluttered shut at the sound of his partner’s climax…
“I release your cock and let you cum all over my lips…”
“…then I lick it all off and swallow it up.”
That last statement officially ended their “session”, Dongwoon adding in kisses.
“That was fun~”
Doojoon huffed as he recovered from his high… “Knew you’d like it.”
“If a certain someone told me what it was from the get-go, I probably would have been better~”
“Oh come on, Woon. There’s no way you would’ve agreed if I told you first thing. And ‘better’? You were amazing.”
Dongwoon felt very pleased with himself. And naughty.
“Can we play again later?” he questioned.
“I hope that I can play with you real soon. But sure baby. Anytime you want.”
There was a soft laugh between them.
“I gotta go take a shower again…” said Dongwoon.
“I bet you’re all sticky.”
“Uh huh~ A lot came out…” Dongwoon teased.
“Noooo hyung~ Are you trying to get me into trouble?!”
“Awww… Please, Woonie~? It’s only for hyung. He won’t show anyone else. I give you puppy eyes?”
“Nope. And no puppy eyes. You’ll just have to wait~”
“Arghhh… Whyyyy evil schedules!?”
This cracked the younger up. The couple conversed about other things for a short amount of time. But the maknae caught his lover sleepily stumbling over his words.
“Hyung… You get some rest okay? I will talk to you later. And text me please~”
“I will, Woon,” the maknae was so needy, “And you don’t stay up too long either.”
“Yes umma,” Dongwoon smiled, “…bye, Doo. I love yooou…”
“I love you, too, Woonie. Bye bye.”
Dongwoon hung up and pulled himself into the shower. The sillies returned. Never ever would he have thought he would have phone sex with his boyfriend. It was definitely different. And exciting… he really liked it, and Doojoon seemed to enjoy it, too. Wherever did he get the idea from? Or, if it wasn’t an abrupt thought from his head, who suggested it?
He was fresh again. As Dongwoon dried his mane, he heard a sweet chime. A saved message from his Doojoonie that had been sent approximately ten minutes before. Dongwoon didn’t think he spent that long in the shower… But he opened Doojoon’s message. His video message…
Doojoon had sent him a kiss goodnight.
UGHFDGREGGNHBDFV. I hope this was sufficient… first time doing this sort of thing. >-< Though I liked it. (I hope you liked it too, bb!!!)
Also, I am in the middle of taking a respite. =-= Too many personal things happening. But I will come back with goodies as well as fics that I have promised others~♫ (Mianhae!)