#hongchan

Chan hates sending nudes. They're embarrassing and never look good, either the angle is weird or his pose or he just doesn't like how his body looks. Mostly it was the last thing despite how many times everyone told him how attractive he is or how much Seungmin would compliment him while kissing every bit of skin he could get his hands on. Chan simply didn't like them, but Seungmin sent him one and insisted it was only polite and fair to receive one in return.

So Chan spent a solid hour taking pictures. There was only so much he could do in his studio with the shitty lighting and the uncomfortable couch that stuck to his sweaty skin as he kept adjusting his position. First he was sitting, but the angle was weird. So he laid on his back and that required him to twist his arm weirdly to get anything coherent. The main problem was that he didn't feel sexy and without confidence, how was he supposed to achieve anything he can show off?

At last, with his phone supported in the chair and a set timer, Chan actually managed a decent pic. The pose was still weird. Or so he thought. Kneeling on the couch, he had his legs spread and hands between them, making him lean a little forward towards the camera. His cock stood proud against his firm abs, his biceps and thighs flexed and a shy smile curled his lips. Combined with the glistening sheen of sweat and the flush, he had to admit it looked fine. Good even. Somewhere under the shame, he did feel proud.

It was just, he was exhausted. Who knew taking nudes could be so draining? Maybe Hyunjin. He was always very proud of his nudes.

But Chan wasn't nearly as prepared and didn't pay much attention as he opened the chat. He was also in a hurry. If he thought about it too much, he would have chickened out and Seungmin would have never let him live that down. So Chan half heartedly glanced at the chats and selected the first 'Kim' listed. He knew Seungmin was one of the last people he texted, so of course this had to be him. It had to be.

Chan chose the best nude and added a quick 'There. Are you satisfied?'

That had to be enough. The only problem now was that Chan had an erection and barely the energy to do anything about it. He sighed and glanced at his laptop. Maybe one jerk off session to get rid of that last bit of energy, a quick nap and he would continue his work. Conveniently, he had that nude from Seungmin.

So he opened his phone again and then the gallery and selected the picture with those cute puppy eyes and the sexy lingerie. Chan groaned as his fingers curled around his shaft. His eyes wandered over his boyfriend's bare form, hand slowly stroking up and down. Pleasure crawled under his skin and it was so easy to get lost in it. He had to admit that taking the nudes had worked him up quite a lot and the anticipation for Seungmin's reaction pulled at his nerves.

And then, just as Chan closed his eyes and dropped his head back, a message came in. He tensed, hand slowing down. The fire calmed, but didn't die, not with the excitement buzzing in his chest. Swallowing, he opened the message.

And his heart stopped.

[Kim H.] I…am. Yes? Sorry, I didn't expect this, but wow

Kim H. Chan's stomach twisted and he gripped the phone tighter, his other hand falling down on the couch. Kim H as in Kim Hongjoong. The leader of Ateez. That Hongjoong. The one Chan had just started getting closer with thanks to Kingdom. One of the hottest guys Chan had ever met, the only one rivaling Seungmin when it came to how much Chan wanted to have sex with him.

And Chan had sent him his fucking nudes.

[Chan] Oh god I am so so so sorry!!! That was meant for someone else!

[Kim H.] Yeah? That's unfortunate

Chan was sure he had died and this was his personal hell. What the fuck did he mean with unfortunate?

[Kim H.] Sorry. Too much? It's just a really nice picture But I'll delete it if you want me to

Oh this was heaven, actually. Hongjoong wanted to keep his nudes. He liked them. Chan could barely breathe through the embarrassment and excitement filling every inch of his body, heat thick under his skin. This was his chance. He already sent nudes, a bit of flirting won't hurt.

[Chan] It's okay You can keep it.

[Kim H.] Are you sure? Cause I will use it

Chan released a shaky whine. His cock throbbed painfully and he had to wrap his hand back around it, squeezing the base just to release some of the pressure. This was real.

[Chan] I don't mind Actually, I want you to use it

[Kim H.] Yeah? You sure you sent this accidentally?

Chan could imagine the smirk on Hongjoong's face and a pathetic moan slipped his tongue. The things he would give to have Hongjoong with him just to see it. Or hear him laugh. He was probably doing that too and Chan felt dizzy with the possible sound echoing in his mind. It would sound like the time Chan accidentally drank from Hongjoong's water bottle and Hongjoong called him cute.

Somewhere through the haze of euphoria he had the mind to message the Kim he actually wanted to text. They had talked about an open relationship before, but neither had anyone they had a chance to fuck. Until now. So Chan asked Seungmin for permission to go wild. He got an immediate yes and then a question to send him details later. Chan groaned, squeezing around his cock again. This was a dream. It had to be.

[Chan] It was an accident Meant to send them to my boyfriend

[Kim H.] Ah Kim Seungmin? You have us saved with our last names?

[Chan] Yeah. Why? What do you have me saved me as?

[Kim H.] Hot Skz Leader But I might change it to whore

Chan cursed under his breath. His hand trembled as it stroked up and down his cock. Just twice, just a taste and to keep him sane. He felt like he was going to explode, but he wanted, no, needed this to last. Chan had to see where he could take this.

Just a bit more and he would drop the big question.

[Chan] Please~ Do you want me to call you daddy? Or hyung?

If there was one thing even more embarrassing than sending nudes, it was sexting, but dammit, Chan felt inspired. It was difficult to text while jerking himself off though, his phone shaking too much to hit the right buttons.

He groaned and wiped his hand on the cushions, cock twitching at the loss of contact.

[Kim H.] Fuck Call me hyung, baby. Thats hot

Chan inhaled deeply and released into a shaky whine. He needed more, needed Hongjoong. Actually meeting him in person would take too long. Chan was on the edge, every nerve stretched taut like a rubber band, but if he got off now, he would have the patience to wait for Hongjoong to come to his studio.

So he decided on trying the third most embarrassing thing

[Chan] You know what would be hot? To hear your voice while you call me a whore

The moment he sent that message, he wanted to disappear into the floor while at the time his cock drooled over his abdomen. Heat crawled into his cheeks and for a moment, he wondered if it was too far. But then his phone vibrated and Hongjoong's name flashed across the screen. Without a second wasted, Chan accepted the call.

"Hyung…" he whispered shyly.

A groan echoed from the other side.

"You're so fucking hot, baby. Do you know how much I was holding back the last few months?"

Something akin to pride spiked in Chan's chest. The heavy breathing and deep voice vibrating with hunger, that was his doing. He was driving Hongjoong wild with his mere existence.

"Hyung, I need you so badly…"

"Yeah? Fuck. What about Seungmin?"

"He knows. He likes sharing his toys."

Chan couldn't believe he said that, sinking deeper into the couch as if that could save him from this humiliation. Not that he actually wanted to be safe. Hongjoong seemed to want him to stay too, if the shaky breath was any indication.

"His toy, huh? Is that what you are? A plaything?"

Like dark chocolate, Hongjoong's voice melted right into Chan's voice, chasing shivers down his spine. His fingers curled back around his cock and with his thumb, he gathered his precome and spread it down his shaft. Soft little whimpers spilled from his lips, whatever he could have said to Hongjoong refused to come out with it.

Hongjoong cooed. "Can't even talk, baby? So desperate for hyung?"

Chan moaned, fisting his cock faster.

"Yeah? Want my cock? Bet you didn't send that on accident. I'm not blind, I can see how you always look at me. You want me so badly, it makes you look stupid."

Groaning, Chan let his head fall back, eyes fluttering close. A low laugh rumbled through the phone, the same laugh Chan had imagined earlier.

"Yeah, you really are just a whore, huh? Can't even think while you're touching yourself?"

"H-how…" Chan licked his lips. "How do you know?"

Hongjoong laughed again.

"Cute. I would kill to see you right now, but all I have is this picture of you looking like an absolute snack with your pouty mouth and small cock."

Chan squirmed in his seat, hand stroking faster, squeezing a little tighter. He barely had the mind to hold up his phone. His whole body trembled and through the haze filling his mind, he imagined familiar hands wandering down his chest and stomach, settling on his thighs to spread them further apart.

Chan had only felt those hands here and there for brief moments, brushing his naked arms, rubbing his neck once or twice. Yet, their touch was so real on his burning skin as they rubbed up and down his legs, like trying to encourage him to stumble closer to the edge.

Hongjoong hummed. "But that picture is quite enough to get off later. Especially now that I also know what you sound like."

Chan choked on his own spit, lips falling wide open. Ghost fingers traced his bottom lip and slipped into his mouth. He opened his mouth wider, desperate to taste Hongjoong, but the touch disappeared and all that was left was drool rolling down his chin.

"P-please…" Chan whimpered.

"Please what, baby? You need to use words or are you too dumb? I haven't even fucked you and you're already a mess. What's it gonna be like when you actually get my dick?"

The answer was easy. Chan would lose his mind. He had thought about this for months, barely able to contain himself in Hongjoong's presence. So many nights have been spent dreaming about what would happen if Chan got dicked down by him and they always ended with imagining the most perfect orgasm.

Hongjoong would know right away how to break Chan apart. He already guessed the humiliation kink. Not even Seungmin knew about that. Whatever psychic powers Hongjoong had, he would give Chan a night to remember for the rest of his life.

"Hyung…" He released a shaky moan, back arching off the leather. "Please…please…I need…"

"Need what, baby?"

Chan whimpered. His hand moved faster, tying his insides tighter, body shaking with the tension.

"Need you…need hyung…"

"Let me get on video chat, baby. I want to see you falling apart," Hongjoong whispered, the heaviness to his voice unmissable.

With his arm barely able to hold up, Chan moved his phone to face the camera. One click of a button and both their faces appeared on screen. Chan squeezed his cock, killing the incoming orgasm, but not stopping the build. Hongjoong was just too damn hot, but Chan needed to see him just a little longer before he would allow himself to fall.

Hoongjoong smirked, perfect lips twisted on his flushed face. The soft red crawled down his throat and disappeared behind the neckline of his sweater. Chan mourned the fact that Hongjoong was dressed, only his thick cock sticking out from his pants, but the difference in nakedness only added to how vulnerable Chan felt. So open and sinful, baring everything to Hongjoong's hungry eyes. He really was a whore and Hongjoong was getting off on it, small hand rubbing his dick with lube and precome dripping down his shaft and over his fingers.

"Fuck, you look so hot, baby. Just for me, just for hyung, yeah?"

Chan quickly nodded, the words refusing to form. Only moans spilled from his open mouth, high and desperate, filling every nook and cranny of the studio. And Hongjoong's ears. He was wearing headphones and Chan could see every twitch in his expression whenever Chan made a noise.

"I can't wait to fuck you."

Hongjoong fisted his cock faster, Chan followed suit. Shivers of overwhelming pleasure chased up his spine and his head was spinning from the heat. Tears filled his eyes, making them burn like the rest of his body, all shame and excitement and need.

"You'll let me fuck you, right, Channie?" Hongjoong whispered, voice sweet and thick like honey that coated Chan's senses, blocking them from anything else.

There was only Hongjoong. Only his words and gaze and imagined touch. Chan bucked his hips, fucking his cock even faster and deeper into his own fist.

"Y-yeah…Please…want you to fuck me, hyung…"

Hongjoong grunted, phone shaking for a moment. He drew his eyebrows together and his eyes fluttered shut, visibly tensing every now and then.

"That's right, baby. I'm gonna ruin you."

Their eyes met, blown pupils and dark glint on the other side of the camera.

And that was all Chan needed. He arched his back, hand slowing down. Moaning high and long, Chan fell apart with the unraveling tension and warm come spilled over his skin. Somewhere through the buzz in his ears, he could hear Hongjoong cursing.

And just as quick as Chan reached his peak, he fell again. His hand slowed, milking the last drops from his softening cock. Only as the stimulation grew uncomfortable did he take his hand away. Immediately, exhaustion draped over him like a heavy blanket and he slumped into the couch, eyes closed and chest heaving.

Hongjoong's cursing pulled him back into reality. It was like being pulled out of cold water and for a moment, Chan couldn't tell left from right. He took a deep breath and blinked a few times and was met with Hongjoong's smile. Small, but satisfied. Sweet. Cute. Chan melted with the view and smiled as well.

"I'm really sorry about the picture," Chan said bashfully.

Hongjoong huffed, laughing a little. "Why? It made us break the tension. I meant everything I said. If you do too…you know…" Hongjoong cocked his head and glanced to the side, actually daring to look embarrassed. "We can have sex, if you want to, hyung."

"Yes!"

Hongjoong stared up at him again, blinking in surprise, and Chan's cheeks heated up. Clearing his throat, he adjusted his posture and bowed his head.

"Sorry. I would love to. If you want that too."

"Yeah. Fuck, of course! I've been wanting to for months."

Chan laughed, scratching the back of his neck. "You too?"

Hongjoong joined in on the laughter.