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[i<3catboys] why is it so clean?
[69cockeater69] @i<3catboys WHAT DO YOU MEAN?
[69cockeater69] IT’S SUPPOSED TO BE CLEAN!
[i<3catboys] i’ve never seen a hole that clean before.
[puppylove] Beautiful as always, Hwa.
puppylove has gifted 100 coins!
[69cockeater69] @i<3catboys do you not wash your asshole?
[puppylove] What are you going to do for us today, love?
[letmelickurbigtoe] fuck baby ur so sexy ;)
letmelickurbigtoe has gifted 200 coins!
[letmelickurbigtoe] hehe i have the highest gift
[letmelickurbigtoe] i get to choose how u fuck urself right?
puppylove has gifted 500,000 coins!
[letmelickurbigtoe] :(
[puppylove] Meow for me, kitten.
Seonghwa sat on the large, pink gamer chair situated in front of his computer and video setup, legs spread out over the arms as he reached between supple, tanned thighs to slowly rim his hole with strawberry-scented lube. A short, pink, and plaid schoolgirl skirt fanned out over the creases of his hips from his indecent posture, sheer thigh-high stockings with lace and cute little bows at the top adding to the cuteness that he had strove for, and to top it all off - quite literally - little cat ears sat on his head. Smiling as he read through the chat, he recognized some names that he had seen watch his lives frequently, along with some new names. “Welcome back, puppylove,” Seonghwa purred, “thank you for the coins, pup. You always spoil me.”
The comment of his spectacularly clean hole made him giggle, his free hand coming up to his mouth to hide the way he smiled, and to muffle the sound a little bit. Despite the act that he was putting on right now, the comment made him feel a little shy, and he nearly closed his legs as his cheeks grew as pink as everything else in his room. Instead, he approached the comment with more confidence. He began to explain the soap that he used, along with the rest of the cleaning routine he used downstairs; after all, cleanliness wasn’t something he only cared about for his lives, but something that was important to him all the time, and being clean there really helped his self-esteem.
“Thank you for the coins, letmelick…” Seonghwa laughed awkwardly, opting out of saying the rest of the silly username. Sometimes, he wondered if the names people chose on this website were just to be funny, or things that they genuinely liked, but then a gasp ripped out of him at the hefty donation somebody had made to his channel. This viewer was generally a pretty big tipper, but they were truly starting to outdo themselves… and all he had to do was meow? Seonghwa did that frequently on his channel, considering his catboy aesthetic and get-up, so it was no hassle for him to do it now, slowly licking the back of a soft paw, and rubbing it against his fake cat ear.
As he waited for the viewers to fill up a little more, he continued to finger himself, slowly slipping the pads of his middle and ring finger into his hole, moaning softly. This was the part he used to struggle with, get himself in that needy state on cue - after all, these were scheduled performances he was putting on, not just something he did casually when he wanted to rub one out. Getting in the mood hadn’t always been the easiest for him…until his tall and mysterious roommate had moved in to provide some serious eye candy. With Seonghwa mind wandering to large, veiny hands exploring his body, long fingers fucking into his hole at a dangerously slow and rhythmic pace, thick neck being marked by suction and teeth, rubbing against the big bulge in his crotch that Seonghwa always peeped (not-so-accidentally) - it was easy for his own cock to grow hard, his tip leaking pre-come as his ringed muscle relaxed enough for him to finger fuck further into his own warmth.
What wasn’t easy was fighting off the urge to whimper out his name.
Yunho.
Fuck, Yunho.
Ever since tall, pale and handsome had moved in, Seonghwa had been down bad . The very night after meeting him, Seonghwa had gone to bed reasoning himself out of cornering Yunho in various places of their shared living space and riding him like he was competing in the Tour de-fucking France. Although he engaged with his audience for the remainder of his live, touching and fondling, and then fucking himself with a toy until completion, it was Yunho that he thought of, his voice becoming slightly louder, wondering if his moans were drifting through the spaces of their shared apartment, hoping they were reaching Yunho’s ears.
Satisfied with how his live had gone, he closed out of the website and taped up the camera, ever cautious because if anybody was going to see him in a compromising position, it would be one he chose to display. Just before he could do anything else, like change and go eat, he could feel a hand wrap around his mouth…not just a hand, but a cloth. His fighting was short lived, thrashing limbs going limp after not much time as everything had f a d e d t o b l a c k.
“Seonghwa?”
His head hurt. His shoulders ached.
“Seonghwa hyung?”
There was something cold around his neck.
“Hwa!”
There was pain on his tongue, probably from biting it.
“Seonghwa!!” Seonghwa’s eyes fluttered open to find that he was lying on cold concrete. It was pretty dark in the room, the only light coming from the blue screen of a T.V., something that only added to his headache. Drool had caught on the corner of his mouth as he tried to adjust his vision and figure out where the fuck he was, but as far as he knew, this place wasn’t even vaguely familiar to him. “Hyung,” the soft voice repeated, the only thing familiar in this strange place. The sweet innocence of his roommate, the one Seonghwa dreamed of defiling on a nightly basis. Did he know what was going on?
“Yunho?” Seonghwa questioned, his voice drowsy as he tried to sit up, finding that his hands were tethered together by his back.
“It’s me, hyung,” Yunho promised before a moment of hesitation, “Could you, um - could you not look at me?” It had been a weird request, only adding onto the confusion Seonghwa was experiencing in his state.
“Why? What’s going on?” He slurred, fighting to get himself into a seated position, finding out that not only were his hands tightly tied behind his back, but there was a steel collar around his neck, attached to a chain that was tethered to the ground. Trying to brace his feet against the floor, Seonghwa had become painfully aware that he was still wearing the same outfit he’d worn during his live; a short skirt, sans the underwear, stockings and…fucking cat ears.
“I’m tied to a chair,” Yunho explained quietly, “but I’m not wearing anything. I don’t want you to see me like this.” There was a hint of desperation in his voice, and Seonghwa did his best not to whip his head around to see it for himself. This was already a fucked up situation, the last thing he wanted to do was make it more uncomfortable for the other - not that he was in any better state.
“I’m not sure if being tied up naked is worse or better than being tied up in a skirt and kitty ears,” Seonghwa tried to joke, a feeble attempt to make the other feel better.
“The kitty ears are so cute,” Yunho promised, causing Seonghwa to snort, and then let out laughter. He’d wanted Yunho to see him like this hundreds of times over, had even walked up to his bedroom door and prepared to knock before chickening out and scurrying back to his room - very much like a scared kitten. It was like twisted irony that he’d been forced to do just this.
“Thanks,” Seonghwa replied flatly, “It came with a tail.”
“Oh, a tail. I bet it’s precious. Do you have to wrap it around your waist or something?” Yunho questioned, and even though it seemed like the most inappropriate time to discuss this, Seonghwa was still thankful for the light conversation before facing whatever the fuck this was head-on. Instead of dark and cold basements, he thought about the little cat tail attached to the buttplug this set had come with, and let out another snort.
“Or something,” Seonghwa answered vaguely. He thought to himself that, should they get out of this, he would definitely show Yunho and then ask him to pull it out with his teeth.
As if to interrupt this lovely conversation, the blue screen on the T.V. turned pitch black, blanketing the room in darkness and earning a soft whimper of fear from Seonghwa. He’d finally got himself up into a seated position as he looked in the direction of the no longer visible screen. It stayed like that for what felt like minutes, though it had just been mere seconds.
You want to put on a show?
Seonghwa swallowed, the white words on the black screen bright enough to illuminate against every surface in the room. Show …and now Seonghwa had to wonder if this had anything to do with his lives. Were they here because of his shows?
Then put on a show.
His head tilted to the side, not quite understanding what was being asked of him. There wasn’t much he could do to himself, not with his hands behind his back. “I don’t…” he quietly drifted off.
Fuck your roommate.
Seonghwa’s entire body froze at the three words on the screen, barely registering the tiny red light that illuminated from a camcorder he hadn’t noticed until now, and he was left speechless and immobile. Still stuck on the command, he hadn’t even taken a moment to think about Yunho, or how he might be processing this. Wanting to turn to him, to gauge his reaction, he recalled how the other had asked Seonghwa not to look at him…and he wanted to respect that.
“Oh…” he could hear his roommate’s voice softly. “I’ve never…with a man…” he began explaining, and though he was quiet, he didn’t seem to be falling apart the way Seonghwa did. Not once had Yunho ever even given Seonghwa the impression that he liked men - this must be a lot.
“I’m sorry, Yunho,” Seonghwa breathed out, “we can find another way. I’m sure there’s another way to get out of here,” he tried to convince himself, mind running through different scenarios. But he couldn’t even tell if the collar on him was locked since his hands were tied in place.
“It’s okay, hyung. If this gets us out, then let’s try,” Seonghwa could have started crying on the spot - well, he did. Tears quickly built up and spilled over round cheeks. For months he had wanted Yunho, but not like this. Most importantly, Seonghwa had wanted Yunho to want him, to reciprocate those crazy feelings that burned his chest.
Shaking his head, Seonghwa was firm on his answer. “I can’t do it.”
“God dammit, Seonghwa. This could be life or death. I’m a little less concerned about rubbing dicks and more concerned about getting out of here,” Yunho’s soft voice had turned into something a little bit more adamant, causing Seonghwa to since a little bit. He’d wanted to ask if it was okay, if Yunho was sure, but at that rate they’d just be running around in circles. And in any case, Yunho might be right; this could be life or death.
Seonghwa let out a breath.
“Look at me,” Yunho demanded, though his voice remained soft.
Doing as he was asked, his head turned to the side, eyes first landing on Yunho’s disheveled black hair, his dark eyes, and his plush upper lip. Seonghwa didn’t even need to look down any further - Yunho was sexy just like this - but that surely didn’t stop him. Eyes roamed down a tone chest, past a navel, and onto the fattest cock he’d ever seen in person (not that he’d seen a lot in person, anyways). Without even realizing it, his lips had parted, his jaw dropping slightly as he took in what Yunho was packing in between his legs.
“What the fuck is that!?” Seonghwa asked, suddenly more scared to take that on then fight for his life against whoever was keeping him here against his will. Lost in his terror, he missed the way Yunho tried to hide his smirk, obviously flattered by Seonghwa’s reaction to his size. With a raise of his brow, Yunho waited - not that he had much else to do - for Seonghwa to make up his mind. “Doesn’t this thing throw off your center of gravity?” Leaning in to take a closer look, Seonghwa had made yet another horrifying discovery and looked up at Yunho with a frown. “It’s not even hard, yet.” And it was this big already?
“Does it really scare you that much?” Yunho asked, genuinely curious before his voice dropped down to a mumble, “I’ve seen you use bigger toys.”
Seonghwa’s blood ran cold at the confession - Seonghwa hadn’t been exactly discreet about his profession, but yet not very open about it, either. “What do you mean?” he asked, though he already knew what the answer was, his assumptions confirmed with the way Yunho’s cheeks had gone red. That flushed look helped Seonghwa gain some of his confidence back as he realized he wasn’t being judged - Yunho was watching them because he liked to, and something about that made his stomach flutter just enough to make him lean down, nipping at the skin of his soft sack before kissing that very same spot, curious eyes trained on Yunho’s face the entire time. Within his peripheral, he could see the way limpness had plumped out, morphing into something hard, red and swollen. Glancing down, he could even see the glossiness dripping from the tip.
“Pervert,” Seonghwa teased, for a moment forgetting where they were and what these circumstances ended up being. For just a second, it was just them.
“This isn’t how I imagined the first time,” Yunho admitted, biting down on his bottom lip, his cheeks still red, Seonghwa only able to imagine how hot they were to touch.
“But you did imagine a first time,” Seonghwa’s eyebrow cocked up, somehow flattered, and Yunho broke eye contact, looking anywhere else but at Seonghwa.
Deciding to put the other out of his misery, Seonghwa lay his tongue flat at the base of Yunho’s recently hardened cock, licking a slow but firm stripe up the swollen vein on the underside of it until he reached the messy head, tucking his chin a little bit so that he could find the right angle to suck it in with ease. Yunho let out a soft moan just as Seonghwa swirled his tongue around the tip and dug it into the slit. Sucking at it a little more, he savored the sweet saltiness of pre-come, attempting to commit this to memory above everything else that was happening. Even if they had been fucking stolen from their own home, at least Seonghwa would die knowing that Yunho tasted exactly the way he thought; sweet and like heaven.
“Hwa…” Seonghwa had, up to this point, never heard his name formed so beautifully; soft and breathy, almost at a tipping point of desperation as Seonghwa began taking Yunho’s cock down his throat, opening it so that he could just barely nuzzle the tip of his nose against the other’s public bone. Tears instantly began to well as he gagged from holding it down for too long, and he pulled his head back just halfway before pursing lips around the girth and beginning to sloppily bob his head up and down the length. Looking up at Yunho, he found him with his head tilted back, mouth agape as his back had arched.
Focusing back on his task, he got lost in blowing his roommate. Spit began to fill up the corners of his mouth, leaking down towards his jaw to meet with the tears that continued to spill. Yunho must have noticed, pulling his attention back up. “I think it should be good now, Hwa,” his voice was still small, almost as he felt bad for the suggestion, and Seonghwa was sure that he did. When he pulled off Yunho's dick, it sounded like slurping, and he could see the glossy buildup of spit all along him, dripping down his thighs even.
Even now, he still managed to be proud of this job well done.
“I’m gonna try to ride you,” Seonghwa explained, standing up and contemplating how they would do this. “Do you want me to turn around so you don’t have to watch?” he questioned, nervous that he would say yes; but while he desperately wanted Yunho’s eyes on him, it wouldn’t sit well with him to force him to.
“Please don’t,” Yunho breathed out, eyes taking in the entirety of Seonghwa’s body and then meeting his gaze, “I want to see you.”
Nodding, Seonghwa readjusted himself so that he was straddling Yunho’s waist, another problem presenting itself. With both of their hands tied behind their back, it would be nearly impossible to reach down and angle it right so that he could slide it in. For a few moments, he had attempt to bend in a couple of weird ways as Yunho watched him,
“Let me help,” the other said finally, reaching down to his own cock with free hands to stand it up, pressing the spongy head right onto Seonghwa’s entrance, another hand resting on Seonghwa’s exposed thigh.
“Thank–wait…what?” Seonghwa questioned, looking down at Yunho’s seemingly
free
hands. “Yu, when did you untie yourself? Untie me, we can get out of here!”
Yunho looked up at him with a darkness, his hand squeezing the flesh in his palm, ignoring everything that Seonghwa had just said. “Sit on it,” Yunho commanded, his voice equal parts confident and stern,
nothing
like the way Seonghwa had always known him to speak. It was almost like a shock to his system - it should have been a red flag. A warning. Instead, only more heat pooled in Seonghwa’s gut as his lips parted, a bated breath escaping.
For a long moment, they locked eyes just before Yunho squeezed the fat of his thighs, reminding him what he was supposed to be doing.
Thankfully - especially with the absence of any lube - Seonghwa had still been stretched out from fucking himself with a toy earlier. Even though he wasn’t sure how much time has passed, he could tell it hadn’t been much as he remained loose enough to sink down onto Yunho’s considerable length with only the help of his spit to manage the glide. The breath he let out was rigid and tight, much like Yunho’s.
And Yunho…
Yunho was a sight, the very one that Seonghwa had imagined and hoped for. The small crease in between his eyebrows as if he were deep in thought, the parting of his plush lips, the unsteadiness of his breathing, the way it was obvious that this had every amount of effect on him that it did Seonghwa. And although his hands were tied behind his back, Yunho free to touch and move him as he pleased, he still felt so powerful.
“Oh, fuck…” Yunho breathed out, thighs flexing as he rutted up into Seonghwa, who was still adjusting to the length to harbor a comfortable fit. Then the realization truly hit him…this whole time, Yunho had wanted him just as badly.
Well, it wasn’t a complete surprise.
But pretending was fun.
The setting forgotten, Seonghwa’s tippy-toes on the ground, he pressed himself up before letting himself slam back down, something more experimental than anything, although he wasn’t sure just how much he gained from that. Yes, Yunho had the reaction he’d hoped for; a soft moan released, eyes closing as his head fell back. Long fingers squeezed at his flesh again with need and lust. Seonghwa wasn’t much different, the curve of Yunho’s cock rubbing deliciously against his prostate, his muscles tensing and his back arching. Yunho seemed to notice, his hands sliding up and finding purchase on Seonghwa’s waist, one trailing towards and up his back to make him lean against his chest.
Doing just that, Seonghwa stuffed his face into Yunho’s neck as those beautiful and large hands found purchase on his hips, holding him steady as he began to fuck up into him. At first, it was slow and steady, cognizant of Seonghwa getting used to him. Then, building up into something far more merciless. Unable to move his hands from behind his back, he relied on the way their chests were flush, the way his face was buried against the thick, sweaty column of Yunho’s neck, to ground himself into reality. Using that leverage, he pushed back into each one of the other’s thrusts, building up to something that had sounds of skin slapping against skin reverberating throughout the room.
The angle was perfect, Yunho’s cockhead thrusting past Seonghwa’s prostate almost rhythmically, sending him towards the edge almost instantly. When Yunho’s hand began to slap the globes of Seonghwa’s ass, he began to groan; there was drool trickling from his mouth, eyes rolled to the back of his head, and his swollen cock twitching between both of their bellies.
Just as Seonghwa felt like he was about to completely come undone, Yunho stopped, earning a whine of protest from the smaller. Just about to ask what he was doing, he felt relief in his wrists and shoulders, his hands untied and free, now attempting to push himself up. To his surprise, Yunho helped him, manhandling his body as he was lifted off of Yunho’s length and turned around by his hips.
After being guided back onto Yunho’s cock, his back against the taller man’s chest, his leg was lifted so his foot could rest on the seat. Yunho leaned forward, large hand resting on Seonghwa’s neck as he held him close. “Make all of those pretty faces for the camera, Hwa,” he instructed with a soft voice, and Seonghwa looked ahead to see the camera he’d noticed earlier. Another hand snaked around his waist, wrapping around his cock and slowly jerking him off as Yunho began to roll his hips up.
Seonghwa could not remain quiet with this new angle.
His head rolled back, leaning against Yunho’s shoulder as moans were forcibly ripped from his body. The hand on his neck trailed down to start pinching his nipple, every once in a while stopping to run the edge of his nail over it. The foot on the seat gave him leverage to try and lift himself up and drop back down, attempting to stay in tune with Yunho’s thrusts.
“F-fuck. Too big,” Seonghwa cried out, tears pooling up in the outer corners of his eyes, delusional from pleasure by now.
“Oh?” Yunho questioned, though he seemed more amused than concerned. “Too big. That’s not what we like to hear, Hwa,” Yunho purred, grasping Seonghwa by the waist and lifting him up. Yunho got up as well, turning them around and bending Seonghwa over the chair before pressing into him. He held a vice grip on Seonghwa’s waist as he began to pump into his, roughly, relentlessly. Seonghwa could hear his heavy breathing from behind him, and he had a feeling that Yunho was just as close as he was.
“Yu-!” Seonghwa called out, grasping onto the chair as if he were holding on for dear life.
“That’s it, baby, keep taking me,” Yunho commanded, his voice less stern as it wavered some more. Hearing that break is what had Seonghwa coming onto the chair, his dick barely having been touched but pouring out come as if he’d been backed up for years. Yunho must have felt it, the way Seonghwa’s hole tightened around him, because it was seconds later that he was filling Seonghwa, his thrusts becoming slow and sloppy.
For a moment, they stayed just like that. Breathing deeply and heavily, regaining their composure, until Seonghwa felt the steel collar removed from his neck, and Yunho was easily lifting him, carrying him bridal style to the door. Seonghwa’s arms wrapped around his shoulders, leaning into him. “Where are we?” Seonghwa finally asked when he could feel the sunlight pouring through the windows.
“Wooyoung and San’s basement. They went out of town for the weekend and asked me to house-sit,” Yunho explained with a gentle voice before Seonghwa felt himself being placed in a bed. It must be their guest bed, Seonghwa assumed, being familiar with the place.
“Ah,” Seonghwa nodded, eyes closed as Yunho removed Seonghwa’s clothes, relieving him of his skirt and kitty ears. “How did you find out about my stream?” he questioned, earning a snort from the other.
“We’ve been roommates for months, been sleeping together just as long. It’s a little hard to hide that in such close proximity,” Yunho reasoned, sliding into bed next to him. “I’ll draw a bath after we sleep. You’re a little stinky.” This time, Seonghwa was the one to snort.
“You’re stinky,” he countered tiredly, earning a moment of silence.
“Did I do good?” Yunho’s voice sounded hesitant, as if he were scared to ask. The thing is…this had been planned. They’d wanted to do something exciting, and the taboo situation only added to that factor. Seonghwa had been asked to be spared the details, wanting to be surprised, and gave Yunho a
very
detailed list of what was on and off the table.
“You did good,” Seonghwa praised, turning to the other and nuzzling into his side. Another moment of silence, followed by a question full of hesitation.
“Will you let me take you out on a date, now?” Yunho was like a puppy, in the best way, to Seonghwa. He didn’t just want to fuck, he wanted all of the warm, fulfilling, affectionate emotions that came with it. The ability to call Seonghwa his, to fully belong to Seonghwa in return. He didn’t care about the streaming, or any of the facets that came along with Seonghwa. He just wanted him.
“I’ll think about it,” Seonghwa, who had already planned to date him months ago, hummed.