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❝ Halloween-themed stuff! ❞

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trick or treating
hayrides (haunted or not)
corn mazes (haunted or not)
bonfires (with or without ghost stories)
halloween parties
haunted houses (real or staged)
picking out costumes
pumpkin patch/carving
anything your heart desires!

Once upon a time, his grandparents made sure to teach him good manners. It was important to them that Hayun grow up to be polite and respectful, so it became important to Hayun to remain that way even after their passing. And that extends to politely asking his boyfriend to take a seat so he can ride him like they both want.

However, respect tends to also mean respecting your elders and he'd very much like to do some disrespectful things with Yohan. Oh he has gotten a little bolder than he ever used to be, hasn't he? He still feels like he has a ways to go yet, but he's getting there step by step. Though he does feel like he's made great strides in the time he and Yohan have been together.

Hayun giggles and twirls around before taking Yohan's hands and dropping to his knees, straddling the man's lap. "Maybe fairy costumes are the key to bringing out Naughty Hayun. Or skirts." Hayun presses his lips together a little shyly then releases Yohan's hands so he can wrap both of his own around the man's cock. "Or maybe just my hot, naked boyfriend who I haven't seen in a while."

It's probably easier now since they've done quite a few disrespectful things together. Yes, Hayun's bolder about it now and Yohan appreciates the growth. Almost as much as he appreciates Hayun's hands on his dick. Dark eyes flutter and Yohan sighs low and deep. He's missed this, the feel of Hayun's skin against his.

"Maybe you should wear skirts more often. They're pretty accessible." Yohan's never going to complain about his boy wearing something easier to have sex in. Not ever.

Skin against skin. Hayun's missed this too. Not just Yohan's dick in his hands (though also absolutely his hands on Yohan's dick. Make no mistake) but the simple, more innocent types of contact too. Yohan kissing his forehead or touching his cheek, holding hands or even just his arms against the back of Yohan's neck when they hug. But at least the want for those more innocent touches he's been able to stave off a little with Vincent. Being affectionate with his friend in a very tactile way helps to keep the want to touch Yohan from becoming too overwhelming. Unfortunately it does nothing for all the other ways he wants to touch and be touched. As much as video chats have helped, directing each other on where to touch themselves is simply not the same.

It's not the same as feeling Yohan's skin against his bare thighs, feeling him under his hands. It's not the same.

Pulling one hand away to reach for the bottle of lube, Hayun starts that languid stroking again with the other. "I kinda look good in them, right?" Base to tip and back down again. "They're pretty accessible? To wha-" There's a soft gasp of realization and a barely audible 'oh' on the exhale. His eyes dart from side to side, as though checking to make sure they truly are alone, then his voice drops down to a whisper. "Especially if I don't wear anything under it."

Indeed, their video chats only get them so far. It's an intimacy, but it lacks the contact they both truly crave: the contact from each other. Even just the brush of Hayun's bare thighs against his is enough to make Yohan's blood run hotter. And it makes his blood run to a certain part that Hayun's currently playing with.

How can Hayun be so cute when he's also being sexy? A true mystery. To accentuate the point, Yohan slides a hand under the adorable fairy skirt, up Hayun's thigh. A slow, steady creeping until his fingers brush in a tease against the boy's cock. A wicked smile pulls at his lips and he sighs quietly. "Especially if you don't war anything under it."

The lack of physical intimacy from Yohan has been one of the hardest parts about going away to college. He never could've imagined how much he'd crave the older man's body against his. He never had to imagine, because he'd never been without. They've had almost total access to each other ever since they started getting physical but not any longer. Hayun spends most of the year on the other side of the globe. Very limited access.

Hayun looks down as Yohan's hand disappears beneath his skirt. There's always been something incredibly sexy about Yohan's hands under his clothes. It gives the illusion of something happening in secret, something hidden from even his own view. It's exciting and feels a little naughty while also being rather safe and secure. Despite feeling the entire journey of Yohan's hand beneath his skirt, those teasing fingers seem to take him by surprise as does his own soft whimper.

"No one would know except for you," he manages once he finds his voice again.

For what it's worth, Hayun, Yohan finds it harder to fall asleep without the boy next to him. Even though they didn't spend every night together prior to Hayun going abroad, it was easier because he knew how often they would sleep in the same bed. Now, they both have to survive off dirty talk, video chats, and their own devices (be it hands or toys). It's a real sacrifice, but one they're obviously both willing to make for Hayun to pursue his education.

Hayun may have looked down, but Yohan's still staring at the boy's face as he curls his fingers around his cock, squeezing gently before giving a few teasing pulls. Just a few, then his hand returns to Hayun's thigh.

"I missed this."

It was easier because they could have spent every night together. It was their choice not to. But they could've changed their minds at any time. Hayun could've decided at any point that he didn't want to spend the night alone. Yohan could've called Hayun at any time and said that he wanted to see him. Now it's different. They can't really drop everything and see each other on a whim. It feels out of their hands now and that changes everything. It actually makes him regret the times he didn't stay with Yohan. When he's home for the summer, when he's out of school entirely, he won't be making that mistake again. He won't waste time anymore.

Hayun should've seen it coming. Or rather he should've simply known it was coming. He's still staring down toward the hand beneath the skirt, yet what happens catches him off guard yet again. His mouth drops open and he gasps then breathes out a deep and almost desperate sounding moan. Even more surprising (or maybe just a little disappointing) is that it stops again so suddenly. Oh he does so love the feel of Yohan's hands on his thighs, but it doesn't compare. It actually takes a few slow breaths for Hayun to regain some semblance of composure.

"Me too. I missed this too. A lot."

He pulls his own hand from Yohan's cock just long enough to dollop a healthy amount of lube into his palm as well as a little extra directly onto Yohan's dick. He once more curls his fingers around the older man's waiting erection, this time not being quite so slow with the tugging and stroking. Sitting up on his knees over Yohan, Hayun leans in, putting his mouth right next to Yohan's ear. The volume of his voice drops once more as though they aren't the only ones in this entire apartment, and he has a secret for only Yohan's ears. "Finger me, please."

He's trying to keep his focus. He's trying not to let Hayun's steady hand become too great of a distraction. Or the feel of his slim legs against Yohan's own. Or the rustling fabric of his dress. But he has missed this. Hayun. Touching and tasting Hayun. Breathing him in, listening to him.

His eyes close and he breathes out slowly when Hayun's slicked hand returns to his cock. He's missed Hayun touching him, too. He savors it for only a few brief seconds before those dark eyes open once more with renewed purpose.

"Please, please, please," he repeats as he reaches for the lube to squeeze a measure into his hand and coat his fingers. "I'm happy to oblige you," he purrs once his fingers are thoroughly coated. Yohan puts his hand under Hayun's skirt once more, this time reaching around behind the boy. Those deft fingers that have learned Hayun's body so well over the last few years waste little time in seeking out that tight ring of muscle. Teasing first, prodding and massage it until it softens enough to work the first finger inside.

An action which pulls a low groan from Yohan and a noticeable twitch in his dick.

Edited (small typo) 2024-12-17 19:42 (UTC)

Hayun has no idea just how he's going to be able to give this all up again in a week's time. It's already hard when it's just a few days, but a whole week? And when the longer holidays come around? And his summer vacation? That one is going to be the worst. It's going to be hard to leave Yohan again once the new school year rolls around now that he knows what it feels like. It'll be hard to go back to imagining the feel of Yohan's body instead of actually feeling it.

They'll just have to make the most of this week together, won't they?

Hayun breathes out a soft, airy laugh into Yohan's ear. "Stop teasing me for saying please." Don't ever. Hayun actually delights in it. And it really highlights just how often he says 'please' and 'thank you' even in situations like these. Even when he's getting intimate with his boyfriend, he doesn't make demands but rather requests. Such a polite boy.

That laugh quickly shifts into a moan against Yohan's ear when the older man touches him, prods and massages. The moan grows louder and his stroking falters a little when that finger finds its way inside. He almost falls forward at the sensation and puts his free hand on Yohan's chest to steady himself.

"You're always so accommodating." So ready to do as Hayun asks.

Yohan wouldn't tease him about it in times like this if he didn't find it endearing. Truly, he wouldn't comment on it all if it wasn't such a charming and utterly Hayun thing to do.

Hayun isn't the only one wanting to savor their time together. There's nothing quite like being together — not just in a sexual sense. Yohan's house feels emptier now that Hayun isn't in it somewhat regularly. Despite the sheer number of people in and out every day, it feels like the beating heart of the house is missing. Everyone feels it, not just Yohan. But Yohan most of all.

Now, he sucks in a breath as he presses deeper, wiggles that probing digit a bit. Oh, he's missed this. The feel of Hayun's body, the welcoming warmth of it. The little ways he can tell he's having an effect on the boy (like that faltering hand). "You feel tight," he comments as if that's any surprise to either of them. "Maybe I should get you a toy before I leave."

Complain about it though he does, Hayun likes the teasing. It's something that makes them feel like a proper couple. A couple that's secure enough in their relationship to be able to tease each other without there being any hurt feelings. It makes it feel like equals in the relationship instead of how imbalanced things normally feel. It's a silly thing, to think that something so simple could make such a difference, and yet it does. He likes it. He would miss the teasing if it stopped.

Much like he's missed this. Not just the sexual aspect of their being together but all of it. Just having Yohan in his space, in his (temporary) home. It feels like something that's been missing has finally been returned. Not just from his life, but from his home. Yohan has finally come home to him.

Hayun whimpers and sighs, rocking his hips ever so slightly in tandem with that wiggling finger. The once smooth movement of his hand on his boyfriend's cock is growing more and more sloppy. It's hard to keep to any sort of rhythm with Yohan's finger moving inside of him the way it is. "I'm not exactly regularly having sex with my, um, sizable boyfriend now that I'm at school," he manages to get out while only having to pause as he's overtaken by a moan a small handful of times. He leans more of his weight against Yohan, getting a little closer, leaving only enough room to continue his attempts to stroke the man's cock.

"It would be fun to use during our video calls." If Yohan feels Hayun's face getting hotter against his neck, no he doesn't. "Or when I'm thinking about you between calls..."

Hayun's face could be getting warmer for any number of reasons. Not simply because they're casually discussing getting him a sex toy. It could have something to do with that. Or his hand working Yohan's cock. Or Yohan stretching him open for said cock. Really, any of those things could be contributing factors.

"That," his breath hitches a moment. It has been too long, in his opinion, since they've been able to touch. So if it's a little distracting, Hayun can forgive him, right? "That would be very fun, for both of us." Yohan would definitely enjoy watching Hayun play with a toy when they video called. And he's certain that when Hayun used it alone, it would be just that: alone. He's never had any reason to think Hayun would look elsewhere.

In retaliation for Hayun managing to distract him like that, Yohan works a second finger into him.

"Shall we shop for something together when we're finished here?" Online, of course. Yohan's not about to parade Hayun through the local sex shops. Besides, this isn't his city. He doesn't know where such things are here.

All of those things are definitely contributing factors to just how hot his face is getting, but the idea of using a sex toy on his own is probably the biggest contributor. Any sex toy related exploration has all been done with Yohan. It's something (one thing of many) that he associates with Yohan, so the very thought of going solo, with Yohan being no more than a thought in his head instead of at least an image on his laptop makes him feel a little flustered. Hot, but flustered.

Following closely behind contributing factor number one is the finger poking and prodding around inside of him. Twisting and moving and making him feel like he can't breathe, all to get him ready for the cock in his hand. The hand that's officially lost all sense of rhythm, but is still diligently stroking. Faster and then slower, gripping a little more firmly and then stroking gently. He moves his hand to curl his fingers over the head of Yohan's cock, using his palm to rub against the tip. Then back down. Slowly. Feeling out every part of his cock. Mapping it out. Committing it to memory as though it hasn't already carved out its very own space in his mind. Reminding himself what it feels like. This is the first time in a while. The first time being intimate. The first time even being in the same room. The first time in a while. This is the only time he knows for sure they'll be intimate together while Yohan's here (unlikely that it'll be the only time, but there's never really any way to know that for sure) so he wants to get the most of out.

He wants to get the most out of Yohan just being here. He'll probably do a lot more studying and class work at home just so he can sit next to Yohan while he does it. Then he can spend time with Yohan while still dedicating himself to his studies. He intends to squeeze every moment with Yohan he can out of this visit.

"I think it would be very- very fun too." If there's one thing that Yohan can be certain of with Hayun, it's that he's only ever looking at him. Waiting for him. A touch jealous and lonely though he may feel when he sees couples together around school, the thought of wanting to fill Yohan's place with someone new has never crossed his mind. They may live on opposite sides of the globe currently, but that doesn't matter to Hayun. They're together. Yohan is the only man Hayun wants to be with and not distance can change that.

"Maybe it'll make- Ah!" The second finger takes him by surprise. Should it? No. Does it? Often. If Yohan's retaliation for distracting him was to distract Hayun in return, mission accomplished. He is thoroughly distracted from whatever he'd been saying. The way he his stops for a moment, he's clearly been distracted from what he'd been doing as well. He whimpers and moans, rolling his hips almost involuntarily at this point.

"My laptop is in my bedroom," he manages once he can finally think again. When they're done out here, they can make their way into Hayun's room and collapse on his bed together, where they can then scroll through online sex shops at their leisure. Find something appropriate for Hayun. Help with his longing for his boyfriend whenever they're not together.

"Okay. Okay I'm ready." Eager, more like. Impatient. Physically ready is a little more debatable. "I want you, Yohan," he breathes against the man's ear, using his tongue to pull Yohan's earlobe into his mouth, gently nibbling and sucking on the soft flesh.

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