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It all started when Taehyun and Kai were roommates.
To be frank, they already had the kind of intimacy where Taehyun could glance down from above Kai’s shoulder and go like: What are you watching? Move over a bit. and Kai would just squeeze himself tighter against the wall in his twin size, not even bothering to get his hand out of his sweatpants so that Taehyun could climb next to him and reach into his own shorts as they both got off to whichever hentai Kai had picked that day.
Taehyun wasn’t difficult, he’d jack it to anything Kai had on—even the less conventional stuff (thank you Soobin for the tentacle porn recs). It was like it didn’t truly matter to him what it was as long as they could focus on it for a few minutes together and unwind a little from their stressful everyday life.
Kai knows what Taehyun looks like when he comes—the way the tension in his face loosens, followed by how his lips part slightly in pleasure and then, if Kai’s lucky, the soft moan he doesn’t always manage to conceal. Taehyun doesn’t notice him watching in these moments, too caught up in himself, or he doesn’t care. Kai hopes it’s the former, but it’s not as if Taehyun would bring it up anyway. There’s a bit of a balance going on, a fragile equilibrium that can only be maintained if they don’t think or talk about it too much.
Kai almost never comes first, not that it’s a race or anything. Taehyun thinks it’s because he’s a bit desensitized—You watch too much of that shit, so of course it doesn’t hit the same after a while. He’s wrong.
Or maybe he’s right, Kai isn’t sure anymore.
What he knows, however, is that it’s almost always looking at Taehyun that gets him off.
So, Kai’s a pervert who likes watching his friend climax but that’s okay, because Taehyun never has to know. Everybody’s satisfied with this little ritual—although with the years, because of them acquiring their own rooms and to Kai’s chagrin, their little mutual self-loving sessions happen less and less.
It’s still relatively okay since by now, Kai has a bank of memories in his mind from said sessions to pick from and replay as he guiltily pretends to watch random anime porn on his own.
It’s all great and then one day, during one of their increasingly rare buddy-jerk-off time, Taehyun stops mid-wank and says:
“Hey, do you need some help?”
Kai also stops, with his hand down his boxers, frozen around his semi. “Huh?”
Taehyun’s already a bit flushed, but Kai could swear he just got redder.
“I just- it looks like it’s not doing it for you like it used to.”
Taehyun glances at the video on Kai’s phone. It’s one they haven’t watched before where a girl with huge breasts is being fucked by two men at the same time.
“Want me to find another one?” Kai starts reaching for his phone but Taehyun stops him.
“No, no.” Taehyun opens his mouth and closes it like he’s trying to say something but doesn’t know how to. Kai waits patiently for him to articulate whatever it is. “You always…last so long. I’m not even sure you came last time we did this.”
There’s a brief moment of silence.
“So? It’s still fun.” Kai says, still unsure where Taehyun’s getting at and why he’s starting to sound slightly accusatory.
Taehyun makes a little frustrated sound, and it’s cute. It’s also a little awkward for them to have a fight while they both still have their hands down their pants.
“It’s just weird if I come and you don’t,” Taehyun argues. “I bet if you let me help out, you’ll come first.”
For the record, Kai did come, last time. He just did a while after, when Taehyun was gone and he could guiltily but optimally replay the vision of the most recent version of Taehyun’s beautiful orgasm face, with pretty moans that are definitely more attractive to Kai than the ones from that poor anime girl.
Kai shakes the memory away so he can focus on Present Taehyun. “Sure. Okay?”
“Take off your pants,” Taehyun commands, slightly bossy. Kai feels himself twitch in his own palm before he starts struggling to push his boxers down. He’s not exactly sure what’s happening, but he certainly isn’t opposed to it.
Taehyun follows, going naked from the waist down next to Kai as Kai watches in shock.
“What? If I’m busy getting you off, who do you think is gonna get me off?”
Well, Kai can’t argue with that logic. He nods, trying not to stare down at Taehyun’s cock, not too much at least, but he kind of has to if-
When Taehyun’s hand touches his dick, Kai almost jumps from the contact. It’s like an electric shock, it’s the most stimulated Kai’s ever felt, maybe, and he’s had like, actual sex before. He has to grip the sheets on the other side not to moan and to ground himself enough to be able to put his own hand on Taehyun’s cock.
“Okay just—watch,” Taehyun says, and they both pretend to look back at whatever’s going on in Kai’s phone. At least, Kai’s pretending. To be honest, the video could already be over and Kai wouldn’t notice because his mind is focused on two things and two things only: Taehyun’s hand on him and his hand on Taehyun.
Taehyun’s cock feels nice in his palm, hard and wet and it feels slightly smaller than Kai’s, definitely thinner. Kai tries to give it a few strokes, as if it were for himself but softer because he doesn’t dare to look and it’s difficult to do anything when Taehyun’s hand is circling around his own cock anyway, turning his nerves on fire and his mind into static.
It’s so much, too much and not enough and-
“‘ster.”
Taehyun turns to look at him, which makes Kai realize he’s the one who just talked.
“F-faster, please.” It comes out high and slurred, a little bit of a plea. Kai likes it slightly rougher, slightly tighter, he needs-
Taehyun stops and Kai holds back a whimper, suddenly missing the warmth and pressure of Taehyun’s hand around him but then Taehyun lifts his hand to his mouth and spits in his palm.
Kai stares as he reaches back in between Kai’s legs and goes again, stroking Kai hard and fast, the slide of skin eased by the saliva.
“Fuck. Fuck, Taehyun-ah…”
Kai’s so close already, Taehyun’s not even doing anything special but Kai can’t stop his hips from bucking up, trying to fuck into Taehyun’s fist.
Kai tries to help him out too, he really does. He flicks his wrist a few times and Taehyun’s wet as fuck, precum coating Kai’s hand and Kai has the unhinged thought that he wants to know what it tastes like, that he wants to lick his fingers, that Taehyun’s cock doesn’t feel that big and it could probably fit well in Kai’s mouth, he’d taste it in his nose and in his throat, it sounds like heaven, getting lost in Taehyun like this.
“So wet,” Kai murmurs because the sounds they make is downright obscene and Taehyun makes a choked noise in response and it’s like a domino effect, reverberating within Kai’s body until he comes into Taehyun’s tight fist.
“Fuck,” Taehyun sounds almost pained. “Please, Kai-yah…”
Through his slightly dazed state, Kai manages to keep helping Taehyun.
He doesn’t need much to finish, leaning into Kai’s shoulder and trembling when Kai wipes his thumb over the tip to gather more precum.
Prettyprettypretty, Kai’s brain goes on like a broken radio, Taehyun’s so pretty everywhere.
Taehyun jerks through his orgasm and Kai doesn’t stop stroking him until he’s all spent.
***
They don’t really talk about it after.
Kai wondered if, because of the new development of them actually touching each other, they would. He has so many questions about what that entails—was it a one time thing? How far are they allowed to go? How far is he allowed to go?
But Taehyun doesn’t bring it up afterward, so Kai won’t either, for the time being at least.