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“What are you waiting for? Start the timer.”
Yeosang froze with his hands clutching the delicate hourglass, assessing Yunho beneath his lashes. He knew what would happen once he turned the device over, but his nerves are catching up with him now, making his skin prickle and flush with color as tension pools between his legs.
“Yun…please…I don’t think I can do this.”
Yunho arched a dark brow, intensifying his hungry stare. “Why? Are you scared?” He leaned forward and smirked a little, propping his arm up on his knee. “Relax Sangie. We’re not doing anything crazy here. Just focus on your singing and let me handle everything else.”
“Okay…but it’s the ‘everything else’ I’m worried about.” Yeosang gripped the hourglass a fraction tighter, dropping his eyes to the floor. “This—what we’re doing….it’s different from performing onstage. Out there I have Atiny, the audience. Something else to focus on. But in here, well…there’s just me. So what happens if I get distracted, or if I become overwhelmed? I don’t want to scare you, Yunho,” Yeosang whispered, hating the way his voice wobbled.
“Scare me? Yeosang, I watched you melt down backstage after you broke your finger. I think I can handle a few tears.” Yunho chuckled and flexed his wrist, showing off the small remote that was tucked between his palm and fingers. “C’mon Sang…have some faith in yourself. And if you can’t do that, then trust me. You know I’d never let you fall.”
Yeosang’s face burned bright red, but he nodded slowly and lifted his chin, meeting Yunho’s gaze head on. “Okay, Yunho. I…I’ll trust you.”
“Good. Then start the timer,” Yunho repeated, pointing at the golden hourglass with the remote in his hand. It was a casual motion, nothing more, but the intent behind it was very real. And Yeosang, ever helpless to Yunho’s whims, could do nothing but obey.
“Alright. Here we go…” sucking in a calming breath, Yeosang grasped the top with shaking fingers and slowly flipped the hourglass over, making the sand inside shift and sparkle before it started to trickle down. “No going back now,” he murmured to himself, and Yunho smugly cocked his head.
“Nope. Now quit stalling. You’ve got a song to sing, remember?”
The reminder made Yeosang’s stomach clench, and he hastily placed the hourglass down before picking up his cell phone instead, tapping lightly on the screen. The soothing chorus of a piano immediately flowed out from its speaker, and Yeosang allowed himself to bask in it before he slowly parted his pink lips and sung along with the lyrics.
“At some point, I used to wish I would disappear from this world…”
“The whole world seems so dark and I-”
Buzzzzz…
A subtle vibration suddenly hummed to life between Yeosang’s legs, making him hiss and squirm as it thrummed against his skin. He’d known this was coming though, so he cleared his throat and raised his voice, drowning out the quiet noise.
“—And I c-cried every night…”
Buzzzzz Buzzzzz
The vibrations pulsed and picked up speed, growing faster by the second. Yeosang pressed his thighs together and continued to focus on his singing, NOT the tingle in his groin as his cock began to burn and sting.
“W-Will I feel better if I just disappeared?”
“I was so afraid of everyone’s eyes on me...”
“Good job, Yeosang. You’re doing great,” Yunho praised, patting him gently on the knee. “Keep it up for me, okay?” He touched a button on the remote and increased the vibrations yet again, leaving Yeosang with no choice but to press on with his singing.
“During th—those beautiful, beautiful days, I was in pain.”
“I hate myself for not being able to receive love…”
Buzzzzz Buzzzzz
Buzzzzz Buzzzzz Buzzzzz
“My—my….ngh! My mom and dad, they’re only looking at me,” Yeosang moaned, clutching his hands into fists as the lyrics stumbled off his tongue. It was getting harder and harder to ignore the burning heat between his legs, and his poor cock was practically throbbing as it strained against the silicone ring that Yunho had placed around it earlier. But this torture—this pleasure—were all a part of their plan. And Yeosang knew he could endure it—at least until the timer ran out.
“It’s not how I—ah—really feel, but I keep getting further away.”
“What do I do?”
“What do I do?”
“What do I do?”
“What do I—”
Buzzzzz Buzzzzz Buzzzzz
Buzzzzz Buzzzzz Buzzzzz Buzzzzz
“Ooohhh—fuck!!” Yeosang gasped and clenched his teeth, tears beginning to sting his eyes. The cock ring was vibrating at max speed now, and Yunho is absolutely relentless with it, stimulating his swollen flesh until Yeosang swore he might break! But just when it became too much, the final inch of golden sand fell to the bottom of the hourglass, and Yunho immediately turned off the toy with a small and prideful grin.
“Time’s up, Yeosang. You did it. And without a single meltdown!”
Struggling to catch his breath, Yeosang looked up at Yunho and smiled weakly, blotting at his tear streaked face with the edge of his sleeve. “Thanks, Yunnie. B-But it shouldn’t count. I gasped and stammered way too much.”
“Mm…yeah. Yeah, you did.” Yunho hummed and fondled the remote, toying with its on-off switch. “You also never stopped singing, Sang. I think that’s what matters most.” He roamed his eyes down Yeosang’s body, drinking in his frazzled state before he chuckled and raised his hand. “But I also won’t say no if you want to try again…”
Yeosang shivered at the offer, chewing on his lower lip. Realistically he should say no, and beg Yunho to finish him off. But Yeosang wanted to push himself, and his voice, and prove that he could master both. So he picked up the golden hourglass and, with a shy smile at his roommate, slowly flipped it back over.
“Okay. I started the timer…”