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It's been weeks. Long, tiring days as a cleaner, which should be enough time for Fu to get the image out of his mind. Any amount of apologizing, rethinking it, trying to distract himself, will ever get the image of Jabber masturbating on his bed when Fu accidentally interrupted the session.
He hated every minute of remembering it because since then, he's been chasing the exact feeling he had when he walked in. It left him chewing at his lips in desperation the minute he thinks of the exact scene. Jabber, sprawled out, moaning… a pink dildo and fingers causing him to moan loudly, his eyes fluttering shut and tearing up, leaking cock, sweaty and sticky skin-
"Fu. Shut up."
… And, of course, Hii of all people, always notices how he embarrassingly presses his thighs together when trying to have a normal conversation and the thought of Jabber washes over in his mind.
It gets worse when he's alone in his room. He immediately dips himself in the feeling by moaning into his pillow, gripping at his clothed cock through his sweatpants that Zanka bought for him. As of now, he hasn't done anything more than that. Fu himself was unsure of why, but Hii theorized that he was just a pussy, so he settled with it.
"Guhhh,," his mouth slobbered on the same pillow he shoved his face into, trying to muffle the sound as much as possible. The last thing he'd want was to be caught, so he doubled— no, tripled checked the locks on his door and his windows to ensure his reputation.
A whimper falls past his lips as his finger trails to his slit, digging his nail into it while precum leaks and leaves a stain that he would later desperately try to wash out in his bathroom sink. He's never actually reached his orgasm, only allowing himself to be close to his edge by scraping at his tip then immediately stopping. Other times, he scratches his skin and just blurts out, "I—it's just from wh—when I get itchy!" when trying to convince Zanka that he's not being hurt in his own room. And other times, he has confidence to bring down his sweatpants and palm his boxers instead, such as today.
"You gettin' rowdy, huh?"
Fu swallows a loud moan that was forced out of him from the suddenness, "N.. nooo," his words drag on, "Just, tryin' to..." his words trail off in a sigh.
Just as any other day, his hips stutter harshly into his palm as he reaches his closeness, small pricks of water near his eyes. He flopped down onto the bed, pants down to his knees, and chest heaving uncontrollably. That was good, just as any other day.
Wasn't amazing. But that's how Fu liked it. And he was finished.
Hii, in the front of Fu's mind, introduced his sentence with a groan, "butcha ain't done yet, right?"
Fu scarily blinked his eyes open after being on the verge of sleeping, he looked around as if trying to find the source of the voice, partially forgetting that it's just in his head. “No…” He sighed defeatedly, backtracking almost immediately. “I—I mean yes! I always… y’know, finish before— before… I finish.”
It seems as if it wasn't the answer that Hii was looking for, he let out a dragged out annoyed grumble in the shorter's head, which made him hiccup a gasp from concern. Did he say something wrong? Why was it suddenly an issue? "Oops! Uhhh.. s—sorry! Did I so something wrong?" He props himself back up on his knees, pants still down.
Unclear to what Hii was thinking of, Fu only sat in his own heavy breathing as he waited for a response to give him closure. He was fidgety, bobbing his head before Hii spoke in a sultry tone.
"At this point, just fuck the doll. It'd do ya more good than you can do for yaself."
He blinked once, immediately searching for the doll upon order, but paused once the sentence actually processed. ".. Like, you— as in— my doll!?" Now, of course, Fu would follow through with the demand— he never questioned what he's being told to do. But, this was really out of the ordinary, even for Hii.
That thought must've insulted Hii directly with how he groaned, "Ya heard me. Fuck me."
Was he hearing things correctly? Maybe playing with his tip did something— or maybe he accidentally orgasmed and this is just the aftermath of it. That's it. He's fine. Just dreaming crazily about sex stuff. Sounds like it.
"I'm right here, you idiot."
Nevermind.
"Do it. I want you to."
Fu's breathing hitched. Being told that made him shiver, spine and up as he bit down on his lip, "O.. okay." Order is an order, even if it means frantically grabbing his doll from underneath his pillow to hold close to his chest. He stared at it softly, then gulping harshly. Before guilt washed over him completely, he immediately curled himself into a ball, thighs laying over each other as he guided the doll between them.
He was hesitant, to say the least, only grinding upwards into the bottom part of the doll. The blocky part of it felt… somewhat good. The hardened wood pressed harshly against his aching cock that threatened to burst out of his boxers, making him groan into his cheeks. With the doll at an awkward sitting position over his tip, he pressed it down on himself to chase an odd feeling that coiled deeper in his stomach compared to his other special moments.
The silence in his head only made his face feel hot, he knew he was being watched, and it only turned him on more. His hips thrusted up into the doll with more direction, rubbing against the hardened side of it while his hand grips at the soft plush of the head.
His fingertips instinctively tracing the outline of Hii's jagged teeth before gripping on him as a whole. It was weird to say the least, and it's embarrassing how many times he yelped while his cock leaked more against his boxers. But it turned Hii on so much.
Still yet, Hii entertained the idea more than anyone else. He wanted to see Fu a mess, desperate, doing more than just humping him.
"Seems like ya can do somethin' insteada just whining idly like a bitch afterall." He snarks, "Good on you."
The sentence alone elicited a harsh thrust from Fu, his body shaking and stopping momentarily to catch his breath. He wasn't sure of how to deal with his body becoming more and more unstable, but it was clear that halting his action wasn't how you do it. It only made Hii upset, he whined, similar to how he made fun of Fu for, "The hell ya stoppin' for? Can't handle some mindless thrusting?"
Fu whimpered blissfully, drool seeping from the corners of his mouth. He wasn't done, of course he wasn't, he was going to live Hii's order to the full term. He just wanted more, that was simple. Though, he was a bit confused by Hii's irrational anger that seemed a lot more impatient than he usually was.
"I—I'm gunna do it.. I just," Fu props himself up on his knees and arches his ass into the air, "N—needa do this more efficiently… .. th.. that's all, m—master Hii."
Hii felt a bit embarrassed, immediately going quiet with what seems like to be a pout on his lips, “It’s so sad watchin' you do this. Please just hurry it the hell up.”
It only took that small grumble from Hii for Fu to live up to the expectation, shifting himself to prop his body weight onto his knees while his face is deep into the pillow. Not only was the new found position so exposing, but also embarrassing, especially since he hadn't got a single clue about how he'd operate in this. But, he found his own way. He dragged the doll back to his cock, pressing against it harshly and humping it directly. Hii, on the other hand, only watched in a somewhat bliss state. Though, Hii's silence wasn't what caught him off guard. It was his sudden moan.
Fu jolted in surprise, but not harsh enough to halt his movements. He continued and pulled his head from inside the pillow to peak from the side and communicate clearly to the other, "Wha— Master Hii, a-are you feeling well…?"
He stays silent, letting Fu finish a few more of his thrusts before scoffing and groaning into what seems to be his palm, "For someone so pathetic, you really do catch on quick," he paused to grunt again, louder in Fu's head, "Just like that. Keep it goin'…"
Oh, so that's what's happening… Fu's making Hii feel good, just like how he likes it by following orders and fucking him nicely. Then, for sure, he can keep this up, especially if its for master Hii.
Fu continued thrusting his hips deep onto the plushie, feeling pent up.
"Take off your boxers." He commands.
Fu did as he was told, slipping off his boxers to free his hardened cock that was nearly, if not bigger than the entire doll itself.
"Ohh… shit. I forgot, huh." Hii totally forgot that this whimpering mess carried a big cock. He can even recall himself saying that he'd get to it before anyone else does. Memories come back fresh when triggered.
The same 'whimpering mess' glided the doll up and down his length, moaning deep into his pillow once again. The sharp edges of the block, up to the spikey part of Hii's hair poking at his tip all made him desperate and thirsty. His humps became abject, irregular, even aggressive for Fu's kind of species of 'little bitch', and his moans became louder. He was over the moon with his stomach twisting up uncomfortably. Still, he kept going. He felt his head brew with boiling heat, which only encouraged him to continue as he got closer. Fu was almost there, and he was close to cumming all over master Hii.
Hii grunted once again. About how he felt almost everything the doll did was beyond them both, but they both know it felt as if Hii was there with him. He grunted once, then it turned into shaky moans that rendered him weak. If there was any dignity left, Hii would swallow up and stop, but the feel of Fu's cock was too much. He could feel every inch of it against him. It was rough, sexy, rigged. He could evaporate as of right now if it didn't hurt.
“Master—Hii— M-ah!” Fu yelped rather loudly, pressing his thighs together painfully, “I’mgonnacum—Im—“ He wailed once more before splurting all over his bed. He wasn't even finished before falling flat on top of it.
His chest heaved heavily against the pillow, Hii visibly shaken up with small moans coming from him. Before he could even fully come back to his senses, tears flooded Fu's eyes from the release, making the vision ahead blurry. It was so good, it felt so good. He felt Hii tremble in his hands before pulling him out from underneath his body and placing him beside his face.
Unfortunately, poor Hii smelt like Fu's fresh cock and was splattered with cum. Seems like his boxers and bedsheets and pants aren't the only things he's washing in the sink.