Two training idols meeting for the first time. A friendship blooming against adversity.
The birth of WooSan.
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"And then, you will go home and you will think of daddy, will you?"
After the stunt San pulled on me at lunch, I have been thinking about him, his eyes, his hands. There's nothing else I can see when I close my eyes. His soft lips whispering unholy things to my ears. That's it. There's no fucking way I am not touching myself when I'm finally home. My pace is accelerating on its own without me even noticing and my way from KQ to my apartment is suddenly very short. I can barely put the keys in the lock, my hands are shaking. I throw my bag on the sofa and my hoodie on the chair in my bedroom. I change into more comfortable gym pants and forget about my oh so tight jeans. I launch myself on the bed and lose myself in my thoughts.
San.
"And then, you will go home and you will think of daddy, will you?"
I am thinking of you, dirty motherfucker. Your hands touching me in front of my friends. Me, not able to move or produce any sound or they will ask questions. You, toying with me in public without giving me the satisfaction to finish what you started. I have to do that alone, now, the anticipation is unbearable. I feel my erection growing harder and harder at every thought of you, and I start touching myself above the underpants I'm wearing. My breath becomes immediately ragged and heavy, as if I had been waiting for this a long time already. As if. I touch myself gradually with more intensity until I decide to go and graze the bare skin.
But the phone starts ringing.
I decide to ignore it, this is not the time. I want this time to myself and you only. I try to concentrate on the deed, but the ringing begins again, and again. It won't leave me alone. Fuck.
"Hello?"
"Baby."
Holy fucking hell.
"S-San. Did you need something?"
"No, I just wante- wait. Wooyoung. Are you out of breath?"
"No."
"I think you are. Where are you?"
"Home. On my bed."
"I see. And... what are you doing right now?"
"I am... I was..."
"I can't hear you, babe. Speak up."
"I was touching myself... until you called."
"And why did that stop you?"
"Becau- I had to answer. I couldn't answer like that."
"What were you thinking about? When you were touching yourself?"
Oh my God you have to be kidding me. Give me a break. Or... not.
"I was... thinking about you. Your hands. About today, at lunch. Your eyes and your whispers."
"You're such a little slut, aren't you? I think we could play a game, now. I'll start talking to you and you will listen to what I say. You will not touch yourself until I say so. But I want to hear you on the phone, loud. You up to this, princess?"
"Y-yes, daddy."
"Good. Today I taught you a lesson and you were good. Now it's time for you to get your reward, but. I want to play around with you a little, first. I want you to think about me. About what you like the most about me. What is it?"
"I don't know... maybe, your eyes?"
"I can't know it for you, baby, it's your mind. Let it be my eyes. Think of me looking at you while you slowly touch yourself. You start masturbating and I caress the skin on your arms. You throw your head on the pillow in pleasure, the chin high in the air, and I softly kiss your neck, I gently lick the outline of your collarbone. Are you with me, princess?"
My head is spiraling at the thought of what San is making me envision. My member is throbbing and is now rock hard. I want to touch myself so bad it hurts, but I can't do that until he says so. I can feel my breath shortening and dying in my throat while a loud gasp escapes. I can hear motion sounds on the other side of the phone now, and the thought of San masturbating while talking to me and instigating me is too much, I lose it. My back arches on its own and my hips buckle in the air, aiming for a touch they cannot have yet. Another moan comes out, and another one immediately after.
"You're doing great, princess. You know what I'm doing while I'm talking to you, don't you?"
"Hmm."
"You have to speak up, babe, I can't hear you. And until I can hear you well, you cannot touch yourself, remember that. What am I doing, princess?"
"Y-you're... you're masturbating."
"And who am I thinking about?"
"Me."
"That's right. Now, I want you to do some talking. What did you want to do in the bathroom that day? When I told you I was okay, but you said no?"
"I wanted to suck you off. I wanted to make you come as you did me. I wanted to see all of daddy. I still haven't seen little daddy. I want to give head to you and I want you to tell me I am so good at it it's the best you've ever got. I want you to call out my name in whispers and then in loud cries while you cum your soul out. I want to have you in my throat and then swallow you."
I can hear San moaning on the other side, he is near, I can tell. He is as aroused as I was after lunch and he is playing it out right now. The more I hear him and my own words, the more my need for self pleasure peak. I am physically in tears and I can't take it any longer.
"Daddy... please..."
"Tell me, princess. What do you want?"
"Can I touch myself, daddy? Please."
"Go ahead, baby. Touch yourself. But make it loud."
As my hand finally reaches my member and its bare skin, it's like an electroshock runs through my body. The pleasure, made extreme by the waiting, overcomes me and comes in waves. My voice says loud and clear in moans and groans what I cannot express with words. I hear San's breath suddenly accelerating and he gets louder too.
"Princess... I'm going to come now. You take your time. OK?"
"Okay, daddy. I'm near."
Right after my words, I hear him coming. It's the sexiest sound I have ever heard all my life through a phone. It pierces my hear and my mind and I release too with a moan. My vision is blurred and San's bright laugh reaches me.
"You alive, Wooyoung?"
"Yeah, I think so."
"You did great. I think we both need a shower, now. You coming to KQ tomorrow, same time?"
"Yup. And San..."
"What?"
"Your smile."
"What of it?"
"It's my favourite thing about you. Your smile."
"Oh. Thank you, I guess? Now I know. Go take a shower, Wooyoung. See you tomorrow."
"Bye."
He hangs up.
Today has totally been a weird day.
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Author's note: okay, so. Double chapter today, because I had this in mind and I didn't want it to go away before I wrote it down. Your gain!
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