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“Are… Are you sure this is right?” Donghyuck asks carefully, trying to hide his dismay. It’s not like he’s the expert or anything, but it’s just… Not quite what he expected.
“Two piece adult Soulmate fleshlight set, genital and anal,” the clerk reads off, tone flat and bored. They look up at Hyuck with a questioning eyebrow. “Is that not what you ordered?”
“No, well- I mean, yes , it is, but,” Hyuck stutters, glancing over his shoulder, embarrassed, as if everyone else in the store isn’t there for the exact same reason. “I ordered the specialty Soulmate ones and I filled out all the online stuff and I sent in the hair and spit samples and all, but… Well. I’m not sure if you’re familiar with that side of things or not but, like. I’m gay.”
There, he finally spit it out. Donghyuck stares down at the (admittedly pretty) pocket pussy staring back at him where he expected a dildo. The clerk gives him a mildly reproachful look, sighing ever so slightly. Donghyuck barely hears it, sort of entranced by his purchase. He reaches out without thinking to give it a little poke. The lid of the (expensive, sturdy) case snaps down, nearly nipping his finger.
“Yup, here it is right here,” they announce, tapping the big ⚣ symbol on the top corner beside the information card. “Donghyuck Lee, male, age 26, interactive Soulmate set. Meticulously and purposely made for no one but you. Is there still a problem?”
“No! I’m- No, that is. There was never a problem … I was just, like, you know. I just wanted to make sure,” he says, chuckling awkwardly. He can feel his cheeks heat up.
“Mhm,” the clerk hums, moving to bag it and ring him up. “In that case, your remaining total will be $199. Care instructions and FAQ card can be found inside the lid pocket. Thank you for shopping at Pleasure Me Right, have a great rest of your day.”
Hyuck scrambles to tap his card, accepting his receipt and the handles of the bag into his hand. He smiles politely, attempting a half-hearted wave which goes ignored.
Hyuck shuffles out of the way of the line, still embarrassed at himself but sees no reason to hang around suffering in it. He scoops up the bag from the bottom, clutching it to his chest as he makes the trek back across town to his apartment. He still isn’t sure why they insist on not shipping. Not that he's ashamed. Hell, the Soulmate sets are all the rage on social media. He knows at least a handful of friends and acquaintances who have gotten their own; most of whom actually know who their Soulmate is… But hey, it’s not like he can be the only person who’s curious.
Hyuck nearly misses his stop, zoning out thinking about what’s inside his box. He considers stuffing the thing up under his sweatshirt as he enters his apartment building; sure, he could care less what strangers think, but he has too many friends in this building and they're all nosy as fuck. But no, no. That will just draw more attention. The bag is discrete (that he ensured by checking it over at least six times, hidden in the alley around the corner from his building). He’ll just go for it. It's the middle of the day on a weekday. Who can be around?
Donghyuck glances around, casually he hopes, to find the lobby deserted. He fights down a victorious grin, making a beeline for the elevator. It’s empty. Perfect. He slams the button for his floor, banging on the close door button repeatedly, so close, nearly there-
“Hold the elevator!” a familiar voice calls just as the doors are about to touch. Donghyuck’s body moves without thinking. He presses the door open button before his brain has time to catch up.
No! Fuck! God, he’s such a damn pushover.
“Thanks, ugh, I really didn’t wanna set all this shit down and pick it up again,” comes that same voice, drawing closer. Hyuck arranges his face into something less devastated, popping his head around the panel to see… Boxes with legs.
“Oh, shit, lemme help you with that,” he hears himself choke out. He blocks the doors with his foot, reaching out to take two of four heavy ass boxes off the top of- Oh. It's Chenle. Off Chenle’s load.
“Oh it’s you,” Chenle says brightly, offering him a dazzling smile. Hyuck blinks back at him, shaking his head before smiling back. Then he tries not to wince. Shit, these boxes are heavy, Jesus Christ.
He waits for Chenle to sneak inside before stumbling back against the wall in a way he hopes appears graceful. He squats down slightly, leaning his elbows against the railing to try to (casually, subtly) take some weight off. Chenle glances over to see the button for their floor already alight. He bumps the door close with his elbow once, turning to face Donghyuck.
“I thought you got everything moved in a few weekends back,” Hyuck poses, conversational. He’s run into Chenle only a handful of times since then but since Hyuck is good friends with Jisung down the hall and Jisung won’t shut up about Chenle, he knows more than he probably should about what he’s been up to and how he’s settling in.
“Most of it, yeah,” Chenle replies, looking somewhat surprised. Shit, Donghyuck really needs to stop listening to Jisung. He probably looks like a creep. “This is some of the stuff I dumped at my parents’ place ages ago. The apartment’s still a disaster but at least now I have everything important, y’know?”
“Sure,” Hyuck says casually, trying to hide the quaking of his elbows. Man, he really needs to get his ass back to the gym. He knows Chenle hits the gym a lot with Jeno from two floors down. Donghyuck looks him over without really thinking. He’s pretty jacked, actually, beefy arms and shoulders, built chest. Fat ass… Holy shit, he’s. Hyuck can’t believe he never noticed. Strong thighs, no embarrassing chicken legs.
Chenle shuffles back and forth, a little awkward. Donghyuck’s eyes jerk back up to meet his. He fights a guilty look, offering a wry grin instead.
“Sorry, I was just thinking that these boxes are kicking my ass and I need to get back to the gym,” he says knowingly, like that totally excuses him blatantly checking Chenle out.
Chenle lets out a weirdly nervous giggle, then smirks, taking one hand off the boxes (to Donghyuck’s pure disbelief), flexing.
“That muscle head life’s good for one thing at least,” he teases, laughing genuinely as Hyuck just stares at him, mouth agape. His stomach does a dramatic flip and it’s not from the elevator coming to a stop.
“Want me to take those back?” Chenle asks as the doors slide open. Hyuck looks at him cluelessly for a second before realizing, oh duh. The boxes.
“No way, man. Come on, you’re right next to my door. I still have my pride,” he jokes back, following Chenle into the hall. The boxes in Hyuck's arms bounce comically off Chenle's fat ass when he comes to an abrupt halt.
“Don’t forget your bag,” Chenle says, nodding when, again, Donghyuck looks clueless. Oh for fuck’s sake. His magic sex toys. “That is yours right?”
“Yup. Yeah, that’s- Sure is,” he babbles back, scooping it up aggressively. Then he turns, urging Chenle on, insistent, before he can ask questions.
“Let's go. Don’t make me hold these any longer,” he teases, tapping his foot comically as Chenle unlocks the door. He turns to Hyuck with an eyebrow arched, pushing his lips down to fight a laugh as he slows to a snail's pace, slooooooowly pushing the key into the lock and baaaaaarely turning it.
“Fuck off,” Donghyuck chirps, bumping him aside with a grin. He beams at the way Chenle cackles, shoving the door open and half tripping inside. “THERE, shit! See if I ever hold the elevator for you again.”
He slams the boxes down, wincing as he remembers cranky old Mrs. MaCarthy who lives below. Fuck, he hopes Chenle won’t get called on just for that. He pulls his bag close, shoving it under his arm so there’s absolutely no chance Chenle might accidentally see inside.
“I’ll remember not to call you the next time I need a warm body,” Chenle jokes, before his eyes go the slightest bit wide. Hyuck watches as he presses his lips firmly together, admiring his nice square jaw. They’re standing there in the entryway; the boxes Chenle holds still a barrier between them, Hyuck trying his hardest not to pant from the mild exertion. Their gaze is nearly level; Chenle can’t be more than an inch shorter than him, maybe two. Still taller than Renjun probably.
“Yeah well,” Hyuck replies with a little smirk, “brains over brawn. I’d be happy to help the next time you have a civilized problem.”
“You asshole,” Chenle hoots, setting the boxes down to give Hyuck's shoulder a sock. Jesus Christ . Back to the gym, Donghyuck really needs to get back to the gym.
“How about this,” Hyuck offers before he knows it. He licks his lips nervously, pushing on, “I haven’t welcomed you properly since you moved in. I’m a decent cook. Why don’t you come over one night when you’re free? I’ll feed you. In exchange, forget my number the next time you have lugging to do.”
“How can I? I don’t even have your number,” Chenle says, half teasing.
“That’s an easy fix,” Hyuck replies smoothly, a little proud of himself, especially when Chenle looks almost intrigued. “Whaddya say?”
“I’m down. I love food and I hate cooking for just me,” he answers, sounding almost bashful as his eyes flicker up to meet Donghyuck’s gaze. Oof, fuck… He's something. Is Donghyuck in trouble?
He wonders if Jisung will tell him if Chenle is single…
Donghyuck hands his phone over, waiting patiently as Chenle puts his number in. He calls it and hangs up, waving his phone around flippantly.
“There. I’m usually around in the evenings so. Hit me up whenever,” he says, trying to sound casual.
“Sure,” Chenle murmurs, tilting his head cutely to look Donghyuck over. Then he smirks. “Is that just for dinner invites or do you want me to let you know next time me n Jeno hit the gym too?”
“Fuck off, Hercules. Nobody likes a show off,” Hyuck taunts in his brattiest tone. He melts a little at the way Chenle giggles, then catches himself. Aw fuck, it’s really like that, huh? “If I find out you had me lifting boxes full of dumbbells n shit I’ll kick your ass.”
“You can try,” Chenle threatens cheerfully, sending a fun little shiver down Hyuck’s back. He waves himself off, disappearing out the door and back to his own apartment. He catches himself smiling as he unlocks it.
*
Donghyuck isn’t really sure if it’s the buzz of flirting with hot men in person or the loud, plaintive growls of his stomach that distract him from the initial excitement of his glorious, smutty purchase but, regardless, he ends up making himself a big lunch, then promptly gets called in to play LOL with Taeyong the minute he gets home from his office job. He pauses barely long enough to microwave himself something for dinner, playing until Taeyong ditches him at a reasonable hour so he can sleep for his stupid nine to five.
Hyuck’s disappointed for all of a second when he remembers- magic sex toy.
He perks up, tripping out of his chair to retrieve it. He rips it out’ve the bag, holding it up theatrically on two hands and marching it into his bedroom.
He opens the lid, gazing down at the two toys for a long time, shuddering mildly. There's something sexy about a fuck toy that’s made just for you. Especially one that’s somehow, magically shaped like someone else out there.
Now, Hyuck really isn’t the expert. He’s never been that into Soulmate stuff to begin with. Same with zodiac, like… He knows it, he’s got a basic awareness- he has some friends who’re fucking ob sessed , but for him? It’s whatever. Sounds fun, maybe it’ll impact him someday. Maybe it won’t, he’ll probably never know. But lately, technology (or magic) has really advanced. There are way more of these Soulmate related products. Some of them are trash, of course. Just a scam, but some seem to work. He’s heard this one works.
He takes his two toys out of the box, feeling them over, just curious. The silicone is silky, impossibly soft, pretty flesh-like. Impressive in itself. He traces around the pussy lips, moving to poke his pinky into the asshole, just barely. He shivers again. This feels so cool. But that’s not the grand finale.
He tugs his shirt over his head, tossing it toward his hamper. Then he goes back to the box, pulling out all the various instructions. Care instructions, like the clerk said, FAQ. There it is. The Soulmate connection.
It’s supposed to be cutting edge stuff, this. Donghyuck tries to calm himself enough to read it over properly, to absorb.
Blah, blah, blah- it’s possible nothing will change upon initial activation. Soulmate connection will only be complete once the two parties (purchaser and assigned Soulmate) have met one another. There is an asterisk there but Hyuck can’t be bothered with legalisms and fine print.
Ok, so he has to do something online or call the hotline and the Soulmate expert magic people will like… Make the connection.
He dives for his phone, sort of cuddling the pussy to his chest as he dials. It's automated, thank God, and he blows through the menu in minutes. Finally a robotic voice tells him that his connection is complete, please wait ten to thirty minutes for processing. Place items in box, an orange light should be blinking; when the light turns green the connection is complete. If connection is not completed after two hours, call back and press nine.
He groans dramatically, highly impatient. He heaves the box around, putting his toys back obediently. There is an orange light, though he’s not quite sure where it’s coming from. It simply illuminates from the box itself.
He leans his chin on the edge heavily, tapping his thumb against the smooth wood, loud and insistent. They’re lucky he didn’t decide to warm himself up for this or the official first go would be totally wasted.
When minutes pass with no change, Hyuck blows an annoyed puff out his nose, flinging himself on the bed dramatically. He digs one of the cards from under his back, reading it over again in his boredom. Something, something, the products should be treated as people, not playthings. Anything that can hurt a real life hookup will fuck up the toys, or whatever. That’s the idea.
Donghyuck clicks his tongue, glancing over again. Blinking orange. He heaves up, wandering over to his bedside table and pulling out a bottle of lube. He daydreams about fingering the asshole open and wonders if it’ll feel stupid and unnecessary or as hot as it is in real life.
He thinks about the trans guys he’s met (although hopefully not the one he dated, that would be… Unfortunate) and wonders if any of them could be his Soulmate. He gets lost in a memory of one particular anonymous hook up in the bathroom of a gay bar, reaching down to touch himself instinctively. A flash out of the corner of his eye catches his attention.
Oh shit, it’s green. Fuck yes.
He gives his half stiff dick a couple pumps, pushing the box further onto his bed, belly flopping after it. Eager butterflies swirl inside him. Just as he goes to grab, something happens.
The toys- already impressively shaped, soft, and lifelike- change.
It’s nearly indescribable. One minute they’re toys and the next they’re, like, real . They’re flesh and bone, human and hot, and so sexy, fuck. Dark, coarse hair appears around the pussy lips, around the edge of the asshole. Some of it has clearly been trimmed but has since grown back. Fuck, this is… Like this … Yeah, no wonder the card said be nice.
This is his Soulmate. Fuck .
Donghyuck groans, moving his hips as he’s pulled back to Earth by the discomfort of his rock hard cock being crushed under his bodyweight. Shit, man, fuck.
He’s so turned on now.
He has no clue who this dude is, but right now he doesn’t care. Romance and feelings will come, sure. Now isn’t the time.
He’s almost afraid to touch them now. His mind can’t wrap itself around the fact that he’s licking distance from someone’s junk without the rest of them attached. He’s worried that it’ll flinch, or… He doesn’t really know.
Whatever, ok? He can’t wine and dine a cunt on a stick. Fuck, he’ll just have to dive in.
He lets the tips of his fingers wisp over the hair around the outside, just barely grazing skin.
Holy fucking shit, it moves . Not the outside or anything, not the toy part. But the lips and the hole, they like… Clench.
Donghyuck shivers roughly, dick hard, practically shaking with anticipation. This has to be the best investment he’s ever made. His eyes trail over to the asshole now, admirably clean and pretty. He remembers the lube and flops around to retrieve it. His hand hovers for a second, hesitant, but he pushes past it. He traces over the hole gently with his thumb, still equally as blown away as it reacts, squeezing and relaxing. He squirts a healthy glob of lube, hearing but not quite noticing a distant thud. His mouth is watering.
He takes his first finger, rubbing softly before shoving it inside.
Donghyuck jerks at the shriek from next door. He fumbles, finger falling out of his toy, toy falling onto his bed. He’s already so worked up that he barely notices the way his heart is pounding in surprise.
What the fuck was that? It sounds like it was probably Chenle. Fuck.
Hyuck’s up before he thinks, nearly charging out the door before he realizes his tits are out. He jams a shirt over his head, yanks on a beanie, and bolts for the door. He’s outside Chenle’s apartment tripping out of one sandal when he realizes. Goddamnit, his dick is still hard.
He’s knocking on the door, trying to readjust his basketball shorts to no avail; he finally swipes the hat off his head, holding it to his bulge with a wing and a prayer.
It takes a minute but Chenle finally opens up, barely poking his head outside, hunched over heavily, grasping the door handle.
“Hey, uh- Sorry, I’m… You ok? I thought I heard you scream or something? You’re not hurt are you?” Hyuck manages, awkward and uncool. Well, it is what it is. He winces when he accidentally nudges his hard-on.
It doesn’t help that Chenle looks breathless, and pink, and disheveled. Oh shit, did Hyuck accidentally stop his own masturbation sesh to interupt Chenle fucking? He throbs, pressing his lips together hard.
“I’m,” Chenle starts, voice pinched and high. He clears his throat, grimacing at Hyuck, almost apologetic. He sounds closer to normal as he continues, “I’m fine, um. Yeah, that was loud, ha, sorry. I can’t believe you heard me all the way through the walls. Good to know before I got too comfortable, I guess.”
“Good! Yeah! Um… That you’re not- That you’re good,” Donghyuck flubs stupidly, imagining listening to Chenle fucking through the walls. He thinks of his hard cock, and Chenle's flustered face, and the toys waiting for him back home.
Man, he really didn’t think this mission through. At least he knows his hot neighbor isn’t dead or whatever.
“Well, just… Text me if you need-” Hyuck starts to say, frowning. Chenle’s already closing the door.
“Sure, thanks for the concern, talk-to-you-later-bye!”
Donghyuck blinks at the place where Chenle’s face was, letting his head fall back with a groan. He glances over his shoulder, apprehensive, letting out a relieved sigh when he confirms he’s alone. Hyuck grabs the bulge of his cock, grinding on it with his palm as he turns to make his desperate way back to his room.
This is all a little too much, y’know?
Hyuck doesn’t see the asshole when he slams back onto his bed, tangled up somewhere in his sheets. He rips his shirt, and shorts, and boxers off at once, chucking them clear across the room as he zones in on the cunt.
He grabs it carefully, shoving the plastic between the bed and his pillow so it sits, propped up. He’s done playing coy. He throws both arms over the pillow, burying his face into the pussy lips. It's even got a smell now, musky and hot; he swears he can feel a distant heartbeat. It’s a little wet too, like he’s done something to get it worked up. He drags his lips and cheeks over it, flicking his nose over the clit, just breathing it in. God, this dude must be so hot. They’re meant to be, after all.
Hyuck pulls out a hand, thinking about fingering it, wondering if he can get it wetter. Is that a feature? Aw, shit, but he hasn’t cut his nails. He’s gotta be good to it, be gentle. Well, maybe not gentle.
Fuck it. He sits back, feeling blindly for the lube. He sprays a glob into his hand, sliding it over his already leaking cock. He straddles the pussy, cock in one hand. He slides his cockhead up and down, teasing the slit. He swears he feels it quiver before pushing inside.
Fuck, Jesus, fuck ! This is not a toy; he’s fucking this man, he swears. Hyuck pinches down the pillow with his knees, leaning heavy against his wall, fucking the pussy deep. It’s so goddamn realistic, he’s dizzy with the feeling of it. The harder he fucks into it, the tighter it goes around him. He can picture some pretty boy writhing and begging below him, legs locked around his hips, nails biting into Donghyuck’s forearm, down his back. It smells like sex in the air; is he imagining it? There’s no way he’s lasting much longer. He humps shallow, bumping against the pussy, grinding his pelvis down over the clit. The walls tighten around his dick, harder than before, leaving him whimpering. He keeps it up as long as he can, but fuck it. He pumps in and out, hips stuttering as he chases a climax. He cums inside, feeling his own hot spunk dribble down his balls.
Hyuck throws himself back- nearly beaning himself on the box- arms out, panting. He’s had a lot of good sex in his life, and even more sex in general. That was good , like… The only thing missing were the sounds; the moaning, and whining, and whimpers into his hair. The kissing and tussling. But the fact that he doesn’t have to apologize for cumming so damn quick makes up for some of it.
He sucks in a deep breath, heaving his head up. The Wonder Cunt is still sitting there wedged under his pillow, looking alive and inviting, and dripping his cum tantalizingly. He licks his lips, already moving.
His mind is too spinny to properly consider who this glorious thing might belong too, but it’s lucid enough to know he wants to meet him now . Now, now, now, now, now! He’s never seen anything look so appealing and his dream man isn’t even here.
He shudders lightly, once again burying his face, hugging the pretty pussy to him as well as he can. The ache of longing is eased by the taste of it, mixed with his own. He’ll make due with his boy toy for now.
He imagines making them feel good, slurping his cum out messily, swallowing it without a second thought. He swipes his tongue in long, flat strokes over the lips, the hole, letting his nose and cheek drag over the clit, feeling it twitch. He fucks his tongue inside, nose pressed hard to the spot as he shakes his head around, rubbing against it with purpose. He kisses the hole, sucking playfully on the pussy lips before sucking and licking on the clit until… Did his toy just cum?
The whole thing clenches and the last of his leftover cum squirts, nailing him on the cheek, in his eye. He yelps, laughing maniacally as he falls aside. He probably deserves that somehow.
He isn’t sure how long he lays there heaving for breath. He almost lets himself fall asleep, but fuck.
Gotta treat the toys like you’d treat the man.
Donghyuck dutifully retrieves both toys from the depths of his sheets, tramping off to clean them in the bathroom.
*
Donghyuck has a problem. He cannot stop fucking his toys.
Now, don’t get him wrong; never at any point would Hyuck deny that he's a horny bastard. But this is on another level. It’s an addiction.
He’s addicted to good hole.
Aside from exhaustion and possible chafing, the problem with this addiction is that it builds a desire. A hungry, desperate, insatiable desire deep, deep inside of him. To meet this guy, whoever he is. Jesus fucking Christ, when will he ever know love??
This comes as a surprise to Donghyuck, who has never really cared about Soulmates, but more importantly, has never really cared much for anyone at all. Sure he gets attached, and sure he wants attention, and affection, and he has his favorites who provide him that.
But it’s nothing; nothing he’s ever felt for any of his friends, or boyfriends, or hookups could have prepared him for the magnitude of this desire. To have this man, his love.
Fuck. He kinda resents it.
Until he gets home at night and goes balls to the wall another three rounds with his junk on a stick. Then he pretty much forgets about all that noise; body broken, heart full, ready to face another day.
The other minor inconvenience of his addiction is that his friends have all decided to start shitting on him. Not that he’s fessed up to his purchase, but it seems that he’s kinda taken to avoiding a lot of communication and refusing meetups in favor of any and all chances for yet another blissful cum-dump in the privacy of his bedroom. As if he needs an excuse for devoting time to a new hobby.
But fine, he’ll bite. Per haps he could stand to leave his bed once every few weeks. That’s how he gets dragged into grabbing dinner with Mark. The others are easy enough to evade; all he has to do is ignore them and their screaming, and decline their calls. That doesn’t work with Mark.
Mark will come over. Mark will ask questions.
No, no, no, Hyuck can’t have that.
So dinner.
That asshole is late for dinner.
Hyuck huffs and puffs, scuffles and sighs- hands in his pockets, pouting- as he waits. He fights the urge to glance at his watch every few seconds. Isn’t devoting a few hours to his stupid bestie enough of a sacrifice? He’s losing daylight here and he has work in the morning. Every minute that ticks by waiting takes away from his me-time.
He can’t sleep through his alarm for the third time in as many weeks, his manager’ll kill him.
Donghyuck heaves a sigh, turning his face into the setting sun. He closes his eyes, tilting his head back, absorbing the dull warmth.
When he opens his eyes again, he nearly swallows his tongue. That’s Chenle hanging out a half a block down, right? He mentally berates himself, taking a couple deep breaths before plastering a ‘casual’ smile on his face and walking over to greet him. He doesn’t know why he’s nervous.
Here’s the thing about Chenle; they’re not awkward. They haven’t really gotten a chance to sit down and have a heart to heart (Donghyuck will go ahead and take the blame for that one) and the only time they’re ever really one on one is when either of them are slipping in or out of their house, or when they end up in the elevator together. So it’s not like they’re weird or anything. That’s not it. The problem is, despite the lack of interaction, despite everything… Hyuck kinda has a crush on him.
A sad little thing. Pathetic even, in his frequent post-nut clarity. Because Donghyuck thinks about Chenle a lot. Whenever he hears little hints of life through the wall. Whenever he smiles when Hyuck sees him chatting up Jisung in the hallway. The way he won’t quite meet Hyuck’s eye; like ever, even when they’re talking point blank.
All of that mixes together in the swirl of Donghyuck’s, um, emotions to cream out some highly humiliating fantasies, peppered through his endless masturbation.
In fact, to make it worse, Donhyuck can and does absolutely hear some less than PG sounds through their shared bedroom wall; something he’s sure goes both ways. And even more worse, he and Chenle seem to have some definite jerk it session overlap.
He can’t be sure but it explains the lack of eye contact. Thank God he’s so utterly shameless, so it doesn't bother him. But still... Makes seeing Chenle unexpectedly like this both a little thrilling and nerve wracking.
He’ll still take it.
“Hey man, I thought that was you,” he drawls, cheeky, placing a friendly hand on Chenle’s shoulder. He jumps when Chenle does, laughing when he whips around, alarmed.
“Oh it’s you,” Chenle says, expression complicated, tone not quite joking. Hyuck fights a pout- not his favorite way to be greeted by a hot dude he has a thing for, but…
“It’s me. Sorry for scaring you. I’m waiting for my bitch ass friend to meet me for dinner and I saw you standing here, so I came,” Hyuck says brightly, frowning when he hears himself. “Over! Came over. I. Wanted to say hi.”
He lets his hand drop, running it through his hair now, bashful. Smooth, very smooth.
“I guess I can forgive you for the minor heart attack in that case,” Chenle teases, and immediately the flirt inside Donghyuck perks up. Oh, yes, there we go. “Since your intentions were so good and pure. Just, um, walk a little louder next time, will ya?”
“Sure, sure, it would only be polite,” Hyuck jokes, trying not to outright beam. He brushes his finger over his lips, pushing them down. “Or if worst comes to worst you could always collar me.”
Chenle’s eyebrows disappear under his adorably styled bangs and it takes a second for Donghyuck to really hear himself. God, he just can’t keep it chill, huh? Whatever. He doubles down, “With a bell? Like a cat, you know?”
Chenle stares at him for a few seconds too long, mouth opening, then closing, then opening again.
“Would that make me the canary to your kitty?” he asks, distant, like he’s truly contemplating the logistics of their scenario. Might as well go all in, fuck it.
“I wouldn’t say I’m an expert , but I’ve dipped my toe into the scene enough to know that you only get collared by your owner,” he says with a flirty smirk. He’s not that kinky, at least in practice. But he thinks for Chenle, he’ll consider it.
“Huh,” is all he gets back. Hyuck’s stomach flips nervously, and it’s almost enjoyable except the new nagging fear that he’s lost him.
“Are you seeing someone?” Chenle asks, abrupt. So abrupt that Donghyuck actually lets out an awkward chuckle in his surprise.
“Not currently, no. If by ‘seeing’ you mean dating. If you just mean seeing, I’m seeing Mark Lee any minute, hopefully.”
Shut up, shut the fuck up.
“I meant dating,” Chenle clarifies, taking a physical step back to look him up and down curiously. Hyuck is at once flattered and concerned by the sudden interest. Then he realizes that it’s entirely possible that Chenle might only be asking this because of all the bed-thumping he’s been doing alone for the past month. His cheeks flame before he can think. Chenle visually notices this, eyes widening slightly. Then they flicker up to meet Donghyuck’s, expression schooled.
“Can I ask you something?” he poses, delicate.
“Sure,” Hyuck blurts out without a thought.
“What would you say if I asked you out on a date?” Chenle asks.
“Yes,” Hyuck replies instantly. Chenle blinks at him slowly, jaw pushed out. He moves it side to side thoughtfully, before kind of nodding.
“Cool,” he says, crossing his arms over his chest.
“When?” Donghyuck asks.
“Huh?”
“When do you want to go out?”
Chenle makes a face, finally catching on. He looks highly amused.
“I haven’t asked you out,” he says, eyes sparking with proud amusement when Donghyuck physically slumps in disappointment. “You thought I was asking you on a date right now?”
“Um, yeah! Obviously. Why would I not?”
“Because I just wanted to know what you’d say if I did it?”
“What? Well… Then! What the hell man, this is misrepresentation or something!”
“What’re you gunna sue me?” Chenle teases, clearly pleased with himself.
“I might!”
“Good luck, my parents have bomb ass lawyers.”
“I- You- Chenle, what the fuck?”
He blinks, jolting in surprise. Then his expression goes softer, if no less mischievous.
“Sorry,” Chenle says with a smirk of his own.
“Oh?”
“For not asking you out.”
“Oh…”
Hyuck feels weirdly mixed up and a little defeated. He can’t think of what else he should say as they gaze at each other for a second in silence.
“But, I mean,” Chenle starts again, snorting at the way Donghyuck perks up, “since I know you’ll say yes…”
“Yeah?”
“Maybe I’ll ask you eventually.”
“I’ll take it,” Hyuck replies immediately, smiling at the way Chenle seems shocked. He’s so fuckin’ cute.
“I’m not making any promises,” Chenle warns, defensive. Hyuck grins, taking a step closer, nearly laughing as he stiffens, wary. He cups Chenle’s face fondly in one hand.
“I said I’ll take it,” he repeats with a smile. He watches Chenle hesitate, squeezing his eyes closed and ripping himself out of Hyuck’s grip, shaking himself off like a dog.
“Cool then! We understand each other! Well I have, like, shit to do, so! I can’t just hang around keeping you company! Your friend’s probably waiting for you anyway!” Chenle shouts, flustered and pink- clearly both aware of and annoyed by this. Donghyuck just grins.
“See you around, neighbor,” he purrs, beaming even brighter when Chenle scoffs at him, storming off. He isn’t really sure what just happened but he’s very happy about it.
*
Come make me dinner
Hyuck stares down at the text, dazed. It’s been just over two weeks since Chenle didn’t ask him out on a date. In that time he’s been, if possible, hornier, and- even worse- ridiculously embarrassing, day-dreamy, heart-eyes about Chenle. Just in his head, of course, but still.
Just when he thinks that maybe nothing’ll come of it, suddenly a text. He’s still on his way home from work, trying not to touch the subway grab rail, while also trying not to fall on his ass.
He just about fumbles his phone in excitement:
Ok! Now?
He wonders if he should be self-conscious at replying so fast, but on the other hand, he doesn’t give a shit. He stares at his phone unblinking for the five minutes it takes to get another response:
Don’t be stupid
At dinner time, duh
Donghyuck nearly breaks his face beaming. He has no right to be this happy. Chenle isn’t even being nice to him, not really. But uuuuggghhhh, he likes it so much. He’s buzzing.
Another text pops up:
I went shopping yesterday so don’t bring anything
Just come and make me something delicious
I’ll kick you out if it sucks
The bark of excitement Hyuck can’t swallow startles at least a couple people nearby. He doesn’t care, he’s in bliss. He really loves the way Chenle tries so hard to be mean and keep him at arm’s length, but in the end he gets so cute and flustered. Hyuck’s in deep. He nearly misses his stop fantasizing first about what he should make, then, inevitably, how Chenle might look smeared in whipped cream and chocolate.
*
“Whatever, just um, wait here. I was gunna get some stuff ready before you came, but since you're already here,” Chenle mumbles, giving him a pointed look as he slips off- not into the kitchen, but his bedroom instead.
Je sus , what does that mean?
“Sure, no prob, I’ll-” Hyuck tries to reply, chuckling when he’s cut off by the door slamming shut.
True, it is his fault for coming early. As in, he didn’t even go home, he went straight to Chenle’s door and started pounding the minute he got back. Chenle was hesitant to let him, but eventually Donghyuck finessed his way in.
Now he’s chilling on Chenle’s couch, twiddling his thumbs, waiting for… He’s not sure actually.
Whatever Chenle has planned in his bedroom. His...
No!
Hyuck shakes himself viciously. No way, he can’t go down that route. Not if he doesn’t want to get chased out like the horny pervert he really and truly is.
He tries to go back to thinking about cooking, but it doesn’t last. He’s thinking about Chenle. Almost all of his endless solo sessions have degenerated into him imagining Chenle. He’s even let himself wonder, y’know, what it might be like if he… If Chenle is his-
Hyuck jolts forward, choking on his spit. What the fuck? That’s the weirdest thing he’s ever felt.
Like he grabbed himself by the dick but his hands aren’t anywhere near it.
He braces himself on the couch, waiting. When nothing happens for a few seconds, he lets out a shaky sigh.
Well that was fucking weird.
“AAArgh!” Donghyuck yelps, flailing. Something ice cold and wet slops messily over his asshole, but… What? That doesn’t- “Fuck!” It’s instantly followed by a deft thumb, pushing inside. Hyuck’s had enough fingers up his ass to know exactly how it feels, what he can’t understand- What his mind can’t comprehend-
“Oh shit, fuck. Fuck me,” he grunts, head spinning. He’s already slunk off the couch, when did that even happen? He’s on his hands and knees now, panting, bracing himself as his asshole is fondled, felt up, and worked open by some fucking phantom force.
His mind is already totally blank. It’s the craziest shit he’s ever felt. He can’t do anything but take it. Fingers fuck in and out of him slow, smooth, ghosting over his prostate, working him up without a hint of relief.
Finally, the force seems satisfied and once again Hyuck is empty. He takes heaving, gasping breaths. His dick is hard in his jeans, wedged uncomfortably against the inside of his zipper. If he had a single solitary thought in his head he’d rip his stupid pants open. His asshole gapes and clenches around nothing, even though there was never anything there to begin with.
He squirms, then jolts hard, collapsing on his elbows with a whimper. No One strokes over his cock once, then again, hand slick with lube, rough to the touch. Phantom fingers pinch the skin around his slit together painfully and he wails, cock throbbing.
What happens next just about breaks his brain.
He feels the tip of his cock line up with his own puckering asshole. He feels it all, both at once. It's- It's... The pathetic whine that leaves him as he feels himself slide in is humiliating, or at least it would be if he had a speck of remaining awareness. He’s forgotten where he is, he’s forgotten where Chenle went or that he should be there at all. All he can think about is the feeling of fucking himself; slow and tentative, sure. So far, anyway. But that’s what it is. His cock can feel the twitch and pulse of his asshole, which feels the girth of his hard cock.
He groans, knees shaking as he fucks himself faster, grinding against his rim. His cock moves around a little jerky, almost painful, until he’s pounding his prostate. He’s moaning into the fibers of the plush rug beside the couch, panting louder and louder. He’s drooling, tongue lolling uselessly, breath hot and humid, chin dripping with it.
He’s fucked, he’s so fucking overwhelmed. He barely hears a door squeak open, unable to so much as lift his head. He whimpers as the smooth thrust of his cock stutters awkwardly.
He only comprehends that Chenle’s returned when he hears him- grunting with effort, huffing and panting too. Donghyuck forces his eyes open, barely managing to peek up at him. Chenle’s only in boxers, harness around his hips, shirt unbuttoned to his navel, hard earned muscle lines, and stacked chest on display. Somewhere, distantly, Hyuck notices the gleam of glitter decorating his chest scars. Pretty.
Chenle groans, short and low, almost annoyed. Maybe with Donghyuck. Probably, since he fucks harder into the toy in his hand with the strap on his waist. Hyuck's being stuffed full of himself, feeling coming from both ends, non-stop, overwhelming and endless. He watches Chenle's hips move, matching the pounding his asshole is taking. He sees Chenle grip the base of the strap, feeling fingers grip the base of his cock, stroking shallowly as he fucks himself harder, whole body pulsing. Finally it clicks, but Hyuck doesn’t have time to think about it as he cries out, cumming in his pants.
It takes Chenle an extra second to notice, so his ass keeps getting fucked with a cock that's hard even as his folds on itself. Maybe it's the cry of overstimulation that finally tips him off. When Chenle finally eases to a stop, Hyuck’s knees fall out from under him. He’s disgusting, sticky and uncomfortable, but he’s too gone to notice.
“That’s,” Chenle starts, voice a little wobbly, less reassured than he means to be, “that’s what you get, you… You fucking asshole!”
Donghyuck merely gurgles, broken. Chenle hesitates, considering comforting him. In the end, he stands firm, stumbling back against his wall, breathing hard.
“Do you have any idea how damn fucking hard it was dealing with your horny bullshit for all this time?” Chenle demands, sounding small. He grabs the gooey strap, adjusting it, then drops his hand the instant Hyuck whines. “Shit, sorry. Forgot… Actually, fuck you, no I’m not! You deserve it!”
He hesitates, careful not to touch the strap this time. He sinks slowly to set Donghyuck’s asshole softly on the floor, straightening up again. “It didn’t take me long to realize it had to be you, but fuck, like?! How do I just say something about that? We barely know each other, and every time I caught you alone, either Jisung or one of our other stupid friends would show up, or I would… Y’know, like chicken out because what the fuck man?”
Donghyuck grunts, acknowledging. His dick finally stops throbbing and twitching. His mind slowly comes back to him; he understands at least somewhat.
Fucking magic Soulmate fleshlights.
“You didn’t take any consideration for me at all, you dick,” Chenle sniffs, not managing to sound grumpy despite best efforts. He sounds more cautious, eying Donghyuck curiously as he finally stirs. “Did you ever think I might have shit to do besides get fucked sideways three times a day for weeks?”
“Didn’t know,” Hyuck manages, heaving himself onto his back, wincing as all the terrible discomfort of the aftermath hits him. Ugh, the jizz in his jeans chafes.
“Didn’t…” Chenle repeats, stunned. He makes a face. “Are you an idiot or something? What the hell did you think a Soulmate connection was, you fucking loser?”
“I thought it was for me , not a two-way! It’s a toy, why would I think…” he manages, trailing off with a sigh. Chenle is clearly torn between strong emotions. He manages not to blow up.
“I can’t believe my fucking Soulmate is a dumbass pretty boy who can’t read ,” he grumbles to himself. Hyuck jerks in surprise, throwing his head back to fix Chenle with a look. Even upside down he’s so damn cute. The look of absolute baffled confusion he's wearing only adds to it. Hyuck beams, flipping himself over again with a groan.
“What’re you- Hey! Back off! Who said you can,” Chenle babbles, flinching, hands up in defense as Donghyuck scrambles toward him on his knees.
“You’re mine? Are you fucking kidding me? Do you know how many times I let myself pretend that might be an option?” Hyuck asks, beaming, avoiding his own cock strapped to Chenle’s waist as he throws his arms around him, hugging him close, possessive.
Chenle flounders, arms up, wary and hesitant as Hyuck snuggles against him.
“And you top too? I died and went to heaven,” he mumbles, smirking up at Chenle, cheeky.
“Fuck you,” Chenle tries, groaning in annoyance when Donghyuck’s smirk merely grows. He glances down, flicking the tip of ‘his’ strap. He twitches, jerking his hips back when he feels it.
“You know, I’ve always fantasized about sucking my own dick,” Hyuck poses brightly. Chenle lets out a dramatic, annoyed scoff.
“I can’t believe the universe stuck me with you,” he complains, mild even by loving, devoted Soulmate standards.
“Promise I’ll make it worth your while,” Donghyuck teases, slipping his fingers beneath Chenle’s harness. He smiles up at him expectantly, barely touching yet, just waiting for permission. “If you want me to, that is…”
Hyuck expects a rejection, honestly, or maybe begrudging acceptance hidden behind a few more pointed jabs. What he does not expect is the way Chenle’s breath stutters and his legs wobble. Just with that, he’s putty in Hyuck’s hands.
Chenle gives a yank, letting the harness slide to the ground.
“Try your best,” he allows, soft, bashful, and expectant, fingers brushing over Hyuck’s. Donghyuck’s heart backflips in his chest. “But, um… I think I like your mouth better.”
Oh, yes, fuck. Praise the Lord. This man really is made for him.
Hyuck cups Chenle's ass, pulling him closer. Chenle runs his hand through Donghyuck's hair. His eyes come back into focus, just for a moment, and he smirks,
"Oh, and don't fucking forget- you still owe me dinner."
Hyuck snorts, heart swelling with warmth. So this is love.