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"I still think you're going to get bored in five minutes, max." Eunseok insists, hopping up and down to shimmy into his favorite harness and strap.
Anton scoffs, not even looking at him. Eunseok’s not either but he knows he's rolling his eyes where he’s lying on his stomach on his bed, thumbs flying over his phone screen as he probably texts Wonbin a play by play of what's happening or some stupid shit like that.
On one hand, Eunseok is ridiculously relieved that there’s no eyes on him, feeling way too exposed already, weirdly hyper aware and tingly even though they've seen each other naked dozens of times by now. On the other hand, he's infuriated, because really? All the effort it took to get him here where he wants him and Anton isn't even looking at him? What a brat.
Eunseok flops onto the pillow pile at the headboard of his bed, stretching out with a sigh and sliding one arm behind his head. Time to face the music. Despite how much he tried to stall this, he was getting impatient now that he couldn’t wriggle out of it.
None of this would be happening if Sungchan hadn’t asked the most dumbass instigating question in the world last week.
"Of course I would suck a strap," Anton had said, right as Eunseok had said "Well, there'd be no point, would there?"
They had stared at each other for a heartbeat and Sungchan had glanced between the two of them, a stupid little entertained smirk rising to his lips like they were his own personal sitcom.
“What do you mean, no point?" Anton complained, looking way too incredulous for Eunseok's sake.
Eunseok had shrugged. "I mean, there'd be no need for anyone to go out of their way to do something like that. I doubt it'd be that enjoyable for either person."
To be fully honest, he had been avoiding thinking about the subject before having to blurt out the first answer that came to mind, but the indignant tension in Anton's body and his furrowed eyebrows was way too good an opportunity to pass on working him up a little.
And oh, it was working. Anton folded his arms and raised a searingly petty eyebrow that forebode rough times ahead as he looked Eunseok up and down in a way that made him shift in place. "So you're telling me you wouldn't like me sucking off your strap?"
Eunseok gulped. He fought the blush off his cheeks and the images away from his mind, meeting Anton's gaze flat and dead as possible. "I'm saying I don't think you'd actually manage to go through with it. I think it'll be more awkward than that one time you dressed up as–"
Anton's eyes widened and he frantically glanced at Sungchan pretending like he wasn’t avidly listening with his eyebrows climbing higher into his hairline, covering Eunseok's mouth with his pals and smothering his sputtering laugh.
Eunseok had hoped that that whole conversation was going to be the end of it, a brain-shorting image he could just tuck away in the back of his mind to never be examined or explored ever again. And maybe he's been subtly avoiding ending up being alone together just because he recognized that determined look in Anton's eyes, but he should have known his luck would run out one day.
He only lasted a few days of avoidance before he got tugged into his room to see Anton brandishing his harness towards him like a weapon. The situation is only sinking in right now, as Anton tosses his phone away and pushes himself up, staring at him deliberate and considering.
"Let's see which one of us only lasts five minutes," he says before his hands wrap firmly around the realistically colored silicone of the dildo.
Eunseok tamps down the little approving hum instinctively pulled from the back of his throat, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight in front of him. Anton's eaten him out before, but never with this additional element, not with the visual of his long fingers wrapping around him and that defiant gaze searing up at him as he leans down to just gently touch the tip of his tongue against the head of the dildo.
Eunseok sucks in a breath, hands steadying himself at an angle behind him on the bed, trying not to crumble. It's already too fucking much, to be honest. The only time Eunseok’s really brought out his strap is to fuck Anton. He never really thought about why, but he’s learning firsthand how overwhelming it is to not have the crutch of fully focusing on pleasuring the other.
He physically can't focus on anything other than the way he’s feeling now, nearly boiling in the force of his own repressed wants and desires. And he has to stew in it, because if he's the one to put a stop to it that'll be letting Anton win.
His cheeks are fucking burning but he's not going to given in and cover them, eyes laser focused on the way Anton is going to work in front of him. He's treating his fake dick like it's not only real but something to worship, tenderly lavishing wet attention in calculated swirls around the head and from the base to tip.
His eyes are fluttered shut, looking far more serene and satisfied than anyone has a right to while sucking dick, fake or not. By all rights Eunseok shouldn't be able to really feel any of it when he's just laying back like this, but his hips twitch in time when Anton grips the base and slides his mouth all the way down, holding his head there and swallowing hard.
An unwanted sharp inhale of breath is the only thing Eunseok lets escape, his body pulled taut with the tension of trying not to crumble into the sensations. He can feel it just by watching, can practically taste the feeling of that warm wet mouth surrounding his dick and sliding over sensitive skin even though he knows it's nothing but silicone.
Fuck, he can't take it anymore. Anton's eyes fly open when Eunseok threads his hands through his hair, gently at first as if asking permission. “Go ahead,” Anton pulls off to pant, voice still soft and silky but sinfully raspy already.
Eunseok fights through the burst of humiliation he feels for giving in, trying to muster up some bravado and immediately yanking Anton back down on his dick as hard as he can manage. Which apparently isn't much considering the way Anton squeaks and giggles up at him like he's a kitten trying to play rough, but still it's better than nothing.
The first grind of his hips forward to shove his cock further into Anton's mouth hits him like a boulder to the gut, the ribbed base of the dildo grinding against his soaking wet core for the first time, tying all the sensations together. For a blissful moment the drag of his fat clit against the texture lines up perfectly with the push of the dick into Anton's throat, and even though the two sensations probably wouldn't feel the same it's close enough that his brain doesn't even care anymore.
Everything else has magically disappeared from his brain other than the feeling that he's actually fucking Anton's face and they've both loving it. Anton is making these humming hitching noises in the back of his throat, eyes fluttering closed as he takes everything Eunseok gives him like he's actually having the time of his life, short jerky motions of his hips visible as he grinds into the mattress.
Like he's in a trance, Eunseok just can't stop once he let himself push into it, using his grip in Anton's hair like handlebars as his needy hips fuck forward more and more desperately, chasing the euphoric haze of pleasure, eyes starting to water with the way he's barely blinking in favor for watching the way his dick disappears into Anton's mouth over and over again.
Now he probably is being a little too rough but it looks like he's driving Anton even higher just by taking his own pleasure, and now every other time they’ve fucked seems lackluster compared to this, his entire body online.
His mouth drops open in awe as Anton's noses turn into helpless spluttering and muffled whines as his hips jerk harder into the bed, but despite his struggling Eunseok doesn't let up, just tugs him further to watch his pink cheeks and the tears slipping from his eyes.
The way Anton pushes through it, that light of determination still shining in his eyes despite how fucked-out he is, the way he opens those damp eyes and takes him all the way to the base one more time while maintaining direct eye contact, even when his hips stutter and he creams his own pants just from sucking off his strap pushes Eunseok over the edge as well.
All the noises he's been shoving deeper into his chest finally spill out in a pathetic litany of whimpers as he grinds his hips forward nice and slow, his orgasm rushing through him sticky and sweet and full-body satisfying in a way he maybe never even experienced before.
Anton smacks at his thigh urgently and Eunseok finally lets go of him and watches him slide off of him and gasp in air with half-lidded eyes, still idly grinding his hips forward and watching the way the absolutely soaked dildo rests on Anton's fat, bruised bottom lip.
He slumps backwards once the aftershocks have finally worked their way through him, not a single thought in his head other than satisfied white noise. He can't even muster up embarrassment or humiliation that he just got meteorically proved wrong, just blinking at the way Anton pushes himself up, grinning maniacally.
His soupy brain takes a moment to understand what's going on as he fumbles for his phone and turns it on to look at the time, shoving it in Eunseok's face like he even has the capacity to process that right now.
“Seven minutes and thirty-two seconds,” Anton says. “I told you I would win. You can't fool me, hyung.”
Eunseok stares at him for a second, then shrugs, throwing a sweaty arm over his face and hiding the smile playing over his lips. “Just two minutes later? That's barely anything, Anton, I was basically right.”
“Barely anything? You can’t say that when you just spent that whole time looking and sounding like that, that’s not fair–"
The smile turns into a full-blown grin as he listens to Anton splutter and complain. Maybe just in the privacy of his own head he can admit the way it makes him feel that Anton knows his body so well. He'll have to pay close attention to figure out a way to turn the tables on him.