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Seungmin has got a problem, truly. His problem comes in the form of a friend on discord that he spends way too long on the phone with. He and Hyunjin have been friends for ages. Literal years. They met playing in some video game lobby and Hyunjin invited Seungmin to join a discord friend group called The Strays, which has 6 other people in it. They've all grown close over the years, chatting about just life in general. Seungmin knows two of the others started dating 2 years ago and have since moved in together, but the friend group remains unchanged. That's not his problem.
His problem is that he and Hyunjin have started chatting a lot in their own DM's recently. Those chats have morphed into phone calls that go much too late into the night. And with each new message and phone call Seungmin finds himself falling harder for him. That still isn't his issue, actually. His issue is just how into Hyunjin's voice he is. There's been a few times Hyunjin has jokingly told him to do something, but it's not a joke to Seungmin—it never has been.
Hyunjin
You free for a call?
Seungmin
sure
give me like 5 mins
Seungmin uses those 5 minutes to mentally prepare himself for what is about to happen. That and he quickly goes to brush his teeth and moves into his bedroom. If all the previous calls are a precedent, chances are he will be on this call until the very early hours of the morning. Half asleep for the last of them too. Once he's situated in his pajamas in bed he starts the discord call to Hyunjin. It takes Hyunjin a few seconds to pick up.
"Hey, Minnie." His voice comes through the phone like honey dripping off the honey drizzler into tea. Seungmin feels a shiver go up his spine. Tonight is going to be harder than most nights it seems.
He breathes deeply through his nose—bless discord's noise suppression—before answering. "Hi, Hyune. What's up?"
He can hear the tapping of Hyunjin's keyboard in the background, "Ah, nothing really. Working on Silksong right now."
"Wanna stream it?" Seungmin tucks the blanket around him. He likes it when Hyunjin, and everyone in The Strays, stream the games they are playing. He's no longer as active in actually playing video games, just their cheerleader and moral support at this point. Earlier that year he got to watch Chan play all the way through the Harry Potter legacy game, he can't remember the name right now and doesn't care to look it up. Honestly, he didn't really know what Silksong was even though they've been talking about it for almost as long as he's been part of the friend group. All he can say is that it looks really pretty. (He has no idea what's happening)
"I mean I could."
"You don't sound like you want to." Seungmin pouts. If Hyunjin doesn't stream then he doesn't have anything to even distract him from his voice.
Hyunjin lets out a quiet puff of air, "I'm sucking so hard in this area and I didn't get my soul back before I died again, so I lost all my coins."
"I'm not going to know if you're doing good or bad." He argues, because he won't. Hyunjin could be the worst gamer to ever grace this world and Seungmin would have no idea, really. As long as things are happening on the screen, he knows nothing. Marvel Rivals is the best example. There's just so much happening that they have to be winning is his logic.
"But I'll know."
Seungmin groans, "Fine. How was your day?"
"It was fine. Work was work." Hyunjin's voice starts out fairly monotone, but quickly shifts into his typical over exaggerated tone when he has tea to share, "One of my coworkers told me that he and his girlfriend had a nice spicy dinner last night and he forgot to brush his teeth or rinse his mouth before going down on her. She kicked him in the head as soon as she could feel the spice down there!'
"Ouch." Seungmin makes a pained face that he knows Hyunjin can't see, but it definitely carries through the tone of his face.
"I know. I feel bad for her, but I laughed at him. What a dumbass. Tell me 'bout your day."
His tone shifts with the final sentence and Seungmin has to force himself not to space out completely at it. Of course he will tell Hyunjin about his day. He was already planning on it. Now he just needs to take a few deep breaths beforehand.
"Uhh." Smooth start Seungmin, "Nothing really. Didn't have work today, so I ended up deepcleaning the bathroom by accident."
"How did you do that by accident?"
"Well, I meant to just clean the tub cause it was getting kind of grody, but then that spiralled until I'm mopping the floor."
"Why did you need to clean the tub?" Hyunjin's voice shifts lower, already into a danger zone for Seungmin and then, "Needed it pretty for taking pictures in it?"
Where is this coming from? What? Seungmin's brain has completely short-circuited. He's just staring, wide-eyed, at the screen—Hyunjin's profile pic is a picture of his dog, Kami. His brain just feels like static already.
Hyunjin's laugh just rings through the speakers, echoing in the dark bedroom. "I'm just teasing, Minnie. We know you're too innocent to be taking nudes, let alone nudes in the shower. Now that is spicy."
Seungmin needs to get control of his brain. He feels like his heart is racing through his throat and he's somewhere between breathing heavily in panic and not breathing at all.
It's way too long before he responds, "N-no. J-just needed to shower." He did not get his voice under control at all. His cheeks feel very warm all of a sudden. He puts the back of his hand to one of them and it's hot to the touch.
He hears another chuckle from the phone, "Did you get all shy, Minnie?"
Why is Hyunjin teasing him? What gods did he anger to have this be his punishment? He's going to die of embarrassment and for the smallest thing.
"No need to be shy. You don't have a spicy bone in your body to be embarrassed about." Hyunjin continues to tease him, not the high shrill laughing tease, but somehow a sultry one that is going to be the death of Seungmin. He should just pull the covers over his head and go to sleep and never wake up at this rate.
He doesn't answer, because he knows he will either stutter or squeak his way through it and neither of those are good options. He's also doing his best not to imagine himself taking nudes in the shower that he sends to Hyunjin later on. His phone isn't even waterproof, it would be dumb.
Unfortunately, it's obvious he doesn't answer because he can hear the tapping of the keyboard stop, "I'm just teasing, Minnie. I'm sorry if I went too far."
Good, he's sorry. All Seungmin needs to do is laugh it off and they'll move on with the rest of the night.
"I-it's…fine." Yeah, that was a horrible response.
Hyunjin immediately picks up on the stutter, "It's fine? So, you were taking photos. Naughty naughty puppy." It comes out with a short lilt at the end.
Seungmin takes in a deep stuttering breath as the nickname pools down in his gut. Bless discord's noise suppression–
"What was that?"
Fuck discord's noise suppression.
"You okay, Minnie?"
No, no he is not. What he should do is say he isn't feeling well and hang up the call, even though he's not even 15 minutes into it. Usually, their calls last much longer, but being called puppy? Yeah, that's too much. The rest of their friend group have called him puppy and dog before, but right now, in the context that Hyunjin is providing? Puppy is so much worse.
"F-fine." He forces himself to grit out, trying to hold the smallest semblance of normalcy even though he also has to adjust himself slightly in his pajamas bottoms. Apparently being called puppy at the same time he is imagining himself taking photos, that would be far from modest, to send Hyunjin—the person he has been hardcore crushing on for months—doesn't really help his situation.
When Hyunjin speaks, he seems just a tad less sure of himself, but confident in the situation. "Are you feeling good?" He asks, emphasizing the good. It seems that maybe he's aware of what that stuttering breath meant, but unsure of how he is supposed to proceed. Seungmin feels actual shame wash over his body. Of course he had to go and make his crush, and friend, uncomfortable in the worst way possible.
"I should probably just go." He's barely a breath away from hanging up the call when Hyunjin stops him, literally.
"Stop. Don't hang up." His voice is borderline pleading, but Seungmin couldn't hang up if he wanted to. Not when Hyunjin tells him not to.
"Truth time. Me and you." Hyunjin starts and Seungmin knows he's about to ruin a friendship in the next few minutes, because he won't lie, but he also won't ever be able to show his face in their friend group again. "What's happening?"
Seungmin squeezes his eyes shut and steels himself, ready to admit the most shameful thing he can think of right now, except for if he actually came in his pants. "I- your voice. I'm probably…it's works me up? I probably haven't taken care of myself recently enough?"
"Does it. Is it just now or does it always work you up?"
Fuck. He's going to be truthful. He could easily just lie and be done with this whole thing, but he can't. In for a penny, in for a pound.
"More times than not."
"Oh…oh."
"Sorry." He whispers when Hyunjin does not expound beyond his little 'ohs'.
"God, why are you sorry? That's hot."
Seungmin has to blink a few times, just to make sure he didn't actually die when he told Hyunjin that, but alas, the screen still blinks back at him. "Huh?" He can only make a confused sound in response.
"Could you. Does that mean you could get off from just my voice? Like no one would have to touch you?"
Okay, that is not a normal question to ask someone. Or is it? Does Seungmin even know what a normal question would entail? Would Hyunjin ask Chan this or even Jeongin? He probably has, if they confessed to him that his voice turned them on. Though, Jeongin seems like the kind who would take that information to the grave.
"Uh." He has no idea how he is supposed to respond, "Maybe? I don't know? Not something I've ever tested out."
"Can we?" He swears he can hear heavy breathing from the other end of the phone call, but he has no way to know for sure, "Test it out—can we test it out?" Hyunjin clarifies.
Seungmin knows for sure this is not something that is normal to ask someone, including a close friend. If Felix told Seungmin he found his voice hot, Seungmin would not immediately think they should test it out.
"What about Silksong?"
"It can wait. This–this I want to do."
Cool, that's not going to fuck up Seungmin's feelings even moreso. That's a perfectly reasonable thing for someone to want to do. Definitely, sure, yeah. Seungminisgoingtodie.
"Do you want to? Will you let me?"
How can Seungmin say no? He can't. There's no way he can turn this offer down. Though, he knows he will regret it because how can he pretend to just want to be friends anymore once he knows what Hyunjin sounds like purposely turning him on. It'll be a lot harder than now.
"Y-yeah. Yeah." He mumbles, readjusting himself once more.
"Okay. Good, umm. What do I do?"
Seungmin almost laughs at that. Hyunjin is the one that offered, he should know what he needs to do, right? At least Seungmin shouldn't be the one in charge.
"It'll be awkward for a bit. So just…just start?"
"Okay, yeah, um. I'll just…yeah." He hears Hyunjin take a deep breath before continuing, "Naughty puppy…wait can I call you puppy?"
His tone is off, just a little, still nervous about it all, so the nickname doesn't really do anything, like before.
"Yeah, puppy is okay. I-I like it."
"Okay, puppy. Any other names?"
Oh god, that's a bit much. Does he have other nicknames he likes? Especially nicknames in the bedroom?
"Uh, pup, maybe?"
"Pup and puppy. Interesting. Does puppy just want to roll over and have his belly scratched?" Whatever nerves Hyunjin had seems to have disappeared completely, his voice has dipped back into that dangerous sultry tone. And yes, yes puppy really wants to roll over and have his belly scratched.
"How do you normally take care of yourself, puppy?" Hyunjin asks and Seungmin can faintly hear shuffling in the background.
This isn't an embarrassing question to ask at all. Nope, Seungmin thinks it's perfectly normal. (It's not.)
"Um, I…I–it depends? Usually, to be quick, I just jack off? But…but sometimes I finger myself." He admits, feeling that heat from earlier flushing his cheeks in embarrassment as he tells his friend how he masturbates.
There's hunger in Hyunjin's voice when he speaks, "How many fingers can you take?"
"Two gets the job done." He lays a hand against his cock, which is quickly chubbing up. He doesn't press down on it, just gives it a reassuring pressure.
"Just two?" He hears a very audible gulp, "Could you take 3, maybe 4?"
Seungmin blinks. He probably could, but has never felt the need to do so. "Sure?"
"Can you? For me, pup?"
Oh god, yeah he could for him. He lets out a soft groan in response. Now he pushes down against himself gently, just to relieve some of the pressure.
"I want you to, puppy. I want you cumming on your fingers, imagining it was me instead." Hyunjin's voice has gone gravely, seeming at least somewhat affected.
Hearing that, Seungmin makes a mental note to actually have a discussion with Hyunjin afterwards because it's one thing to find it hot that your voice turns someone on and a completely other thing to tell them to imagine it was you and not their fingers in them.
"Y-your fingers?" Seungmin mumbles. He's getting too hot.
"Sure, my fingers." His tone means that he was not thinking about his fingers and that information alone sends Seungmin's brain into haywire.
He's getting way too hot in his clothes, "Can I take my shirt off?"
"Oh." Hyunjin's voice is soo good to Seungmin's ears. "You're asking permission? Of course, you can pup. I like that you asked permission. Such a well behaved puppy."
If static was filling his head before, his brain has melted out of his ears and pooled onto the pillow now.
"Thank you." He mumbles out as he's quick to take off his shirt. Even though he's feeling warm, the cold air from the AC sends shivers up his body and he can actually feel his nipples getting hard under the new temperature.
"Aww, good job thanking me pup."
The world pin points onto his phone with those words and onto Hyunjin's voice. Nothing else matters, way too quickly.
"M' good."
A chuckle rings out, "Of course you are. Are you touching yourself?"
He needs to respond to Hyunjin, it feels ingrained in him. "Just pressure. Nothin' else."
"You should slip your hand under your boxers. Put some pressure there."
Seungmin is quick to follow the request. He lets out a hiss as soon as his hand against his bare cock. It's so warm under his boxers. Much warmer than his torso is.
"It feels good, right?"
Seungmin nods before remembering that Hyunjin can't actually see him and he is not turning on the webcam. That's too exposing. So he's stuck having to verbalise, which is still embarrassing for him. "Y-yeah. Feels good."
"Good, puppy."
Seungmin lets out a whimper—a fucking whimper, at the praise from Hyunjin. It sounds like heaven in his ears coming from his voice.
"Oh?" Hyunjin lets out a quiet noise of surprise, "Puppy likes praise, doesn't he? Likes to be told how good he is. Such a good thing to play with."
He's not going to last long, fuck. Not with Hyunjin saying things like that, not with his voice wrapping around his brain and muffling the rest of the world from him. He whines in response. It's hard to find words to explain—to express everything in his head, because not only is he feeling good, he's also so confused on what this means for their friendship.
"Come on, puppy." His voice comes through slightly teasing, but demanding at the same time, "Use your words. Tell me what you want."
Want, not need and Seungmin really wants Hyunjin to keep talking to him.
"Need…need you–your voice." He mumbles, his fingers now tightening around his shaft slightly. The lube is too far away, currently sitting the bathroom from where he fingered himself open a couple days ago. He prefers fingering in the tub because it can get so messy and it's so easy to clean himself off in there afterwards.
"Mmm, what do you want me to say though, pup?"
Seungmin feels the flush spread all over him, mixing embarrassment and shyness with feeling hot from the attention. He thumbs at his slit, letting out another shaky breath from the sensation before answering, his voice strained. "Like…like being puppy and…and…and plaything." He mumbles.
"Plaything?" Seungmin feels a little less embarrassed when Hyunjin's voice is just as strained as his, "You want me to play with you? Would you like to know what I would do if I was there?"
"F-fuck." Seungmin doesn't even stop the groan leaving his lips at that request.
Hyunjin chuckles, clearly taking that as a yes. "I'd make you do the starting work. Have you spread your legs nice and wide for me, so I can get the full display. I wouldn't let you touch your dick. Just your hole."
He has to squeeze his eyes tight and remove his hand completely from himself as Hyunjin talks or else he will be cumming right then and there.
"You'd have to do at least 3 fingers, pup, 4 preferably so I don't hurt you."
Seungmin is so painfully hard he might start crying. He can't touch himself, he just needs to listen to Hyunjin. Honestly, he probably will cum from just his voice.
"Are you working your fingers in, pup? Being such a good plaything?"
Seungmin lets out a whimper. No he isn't being a good plaything because he can't do it, Not right now.
"N-no. Can't."
"Can't? Why not puppy? I thought you wanted to be good."
"I do." He sounds like he's going to cry because he is. The condescending tone in Hyunjin's voice is just so much. "S' too much."
"It's too much? Does puppy feel too good just from my voice?" And then much quieter, as if Hyunjin doesn't want him to hear it, "Fuck."
Seungmin ends up just grabbing at the blankets next to him. He can't touch himself, instead all he can do is squirm as Hyunjin reinvents his entire being just with a few words.
"That's okay, puppy. You're just a sensitive little thing, aren't you? God, you'll be so fun to play with then. All it takes is a few simple words to get you so riled up. Wish I could watch you squirm for me. See how good you would take me, how well you would behave just from my words."
Something is building up as all Seungmin feels is static from head to toes from Hyunjin's words. He wants to be a good plaything, he knows he can be. He whimpers into the phone, trying not to picture that Hyunjin is wearing headphones so the whimper would resonate even louder to him.
"Would you cry for me? If I fill you up nice and full would you cry on my cock? How many orgasms would you take? I wanna fuck you into overstimulation. Want your crying and begging to stop, all while locking your ankles around me, keeping me fucking you. God, I can imagine it so well. You'd look so good crying. And your whimpers and whines? Fuck."
No, no, no. Seungmin is barely aware of everything as heat washes through him and he lets out a small squeak of surprise as he cums, untouched, to his friend's voice. He feels so good as he cums but as he finishes and silence fills the room, that goodness melts into gross and disgusting regret real fast.
Now he actually wants to cry. He feels liked he fucked everything up. The gross sticky feeling in his boxers matches his brain. "S-sorry. I should go." He mumbles when he finally can move his arms. He needs to end the call so he can just cry.
"No, stay." Hyunjin's voice has quickly morphed from the sultry lust filled voice to something soft and soothing. "We should…we should talk."
Seungmin sniffles. They should talk. Decide who's going to have to leave The Strays because this is not going to work. "Okay."
"You did good. I'm not upset at you. I think I need to share that. I'm very happy you trusted me with this and…well did it too. But, I can't just have this be a one off, sorry."
Oh. Okay, Seungmin can deal with that. He's definitely going to cry. He's grown rather fond of the rest of the friend group and is going to miss them quite a lot.
"I like you, a lot, and knowing this new information. I don't think I can keep just crushing on you, but also I can't just…fuck, I'm sorry."
Seungmin barely has time to register all the information before his mouth is moving, "I like you too."
"Oh, cool, yeah. Great. Um…we can talk about how that's going to work more tomorrow. First, I want to make sure you're okay. Because you did really good during that. I really liked it. You sounded so good and you really are perfect, being able to cum untouched. It was untouched right? Just my voice?"
"Yeah." He no longer feels like he is crying,
"That's good. You did really good. Thank you. I loved your noises. You're so cute. You probably want to go get cleaned up, right?"
Seungmin nods before verbally answering, "Yeah. M'gross."
"Okay, you go get cleaned up and come right back? I'll stay on call with you until you fall asleep."
Seungmin nods again, strangely happy with how the night has ended up. "Yeah, I'll go do that." He makes sure his phone is plugged in to the charger and heads to the shower, no longer feeling as gross in his head as he does in his boxers. Somehow he ended the night, not only with a good orgasm, but also potentially a long distance boyfriend with his crush.