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Austin has been back from Japan for a few days now. He liked having the chance to hang out with Hasan so much, and he missed him when he had to leave. Knowing Hasan was still across the ocean, especially knowing Mizkif met up with him, and knowing the kind of gay shit they got up to on stream… Austin watched all of it and yes, he was seething with jealousy the entire time.
He’s so relieved when he finally gets to have Hasan all to himself again.
He knows Hasan is straight. He’s never been under the illusion that anything could even happen between them. The upside of this is that at least he can be sure nothing will happen between Hasan and any other man. Still, jealousy gets the best of him.
So yes, he might be a little giddy to be alone with Hasan and it might show a little bit. So what? He missed nights like these when it’s just the two of them at Hasan’s house, nothing to do, work done for the day, just enjoying each other’s company.
They are sitting on the couch, half paying attention to some anime Hasan insisted on showing him, having a chat. Hasan already watched it anyway, so he doesn’t appear too upset that Austin keeps interrupting. He can’t help himself! He isn’t interested in this weeb shit, he’s been spending half his time on his phone and half of it watching Hasan instead of the screen.
Hasan paused the episode a while ago and Austin didn’t even notice until now. They are just talking now, like friends do, too engrossed in the conversation to be aware of the passage of time or anything else happening around them. And somehow the conversation circles back to the sex toys they purchased in Japan, a topic that was mentioned in the episode they shot earlier.
“So you already used it?” Austin asks, his eyebrows raising slightly.
“We talked these things up so much, I had to see for myself. Yeah.”
Austin is doing a very poor job at not imagining Hasan fucking one of those toys. Like, really bad. It’s the first image that pops into his head and he can’t get rid of it. Hasan’s thick cock thrusting inside– Goddammit.
“And did you like it?” He asks in the most casual tone he can muster.
Hasan shrugs. “It’s not so bad. I’m usually not a fan of pocket pussies. I prefer the real thing, but as far as these things go, it did its job.”
“Oh. That’s… interesting.”
Hasan snorts. Austin looks interrogatively at him, and the other’s face contorts like he’s trying not to laugh at him.
“Interesting, mh? Yeah, I bet.”
“What does that mean?”
Hasan shrugs again. Austin is getting antsy. Can Hasan tell how horny he is about this? God, why did he even bring up the topic? He regrets it now.
“I didn’t mean interesting as in… I don’t care. I was just curious.”
Hasan shakes his head resignedly and huffs a soft laugh to himself.
“So I assume you haven’t used yours yet?”
“Oh, no. I haven’t had a chance yet.”
“You have got plenty of free time, you don’t work.”
“Hey!”
There’s an amused glint in Hasan’s eyes. Austin knows when he’s being teased. He knows that face too well not to tell what every little change in expression means. So he smiles, Hasan’s amusement is contagious even if Austin is the butt of the joke.
“I just haven’t found the right moment to fully… you know… give it the attention it deserves. I want to test it out properly.”
Hasan chuckles. “Are you waiting for a special occasion? I get that it’s a one-use toy, but it’s just a toy at the end of the day.”
“Exactly, it’s one-use, that’s why! I feel bad thinking I’ll have to throw it away after using it… since it was such a thoughtful gift.”
A gift from Hasan, more importantly. Yes, he knows he also got those for Marche and Will, in fact he got it for them first and only remembered to buy one for Austin after he made a stink about it, but still! It’s not every day that Hasan gives him a sex toy! He wants to treasure it.
“Right, because you notoriously care so much about gifts. Is that why you always forget them at my house every time anyone brings gifts to the podcast?”
“I don’t forget, sometimes I leave them behind on purpose.”
“You do realize that’s worse, right?”
Austin laughs. “No, I know, I just mean… I know, but it’s… well, it’s- I don’t know. I brought this one home, so I have it now. It’s in my possession. So I’m treasuring it.”
“Okay… Don’t treasure it too hard, though. Are you planning on keeping it? Even after using it?!”
“No!” Austin’s face reddens a little at the insinuation. “I won’t keep it after using it! Ew… Hasan, that’s gross.”
Hasan is already giggling before Austin is done speaking, but after a beat he bursts into full laughter.
“So-” He tries to speak but he’s still recovering from laughing so hard. Austin just watches him while his own face burns up. “So you’re just not gonna use it? What a waste, then. Why did I even go through the effort of buying you one if it’s just gonna sit there? Like that maid outfit. You made me pay for it and in the end you didn’t even want it.”
“I didn’t make you pay, you offered to buy it!”
“Same difference. What a waste.”
“Well, what am I supposed to do with it? It barely fits, anyway. It’s not that flattering either!” Austin chuckles, half expecting and half hoping to get a compliment.
“Mine did not fit, yours fit pretty well, all considered. I don’t know. I still kept mine… and yours, by the way. Just in case.”
“Wait, you still have it?”
“Was I supposed to throw it away? Of course I have it.”
“Oh. Yeah, I guess. Are you like, planning on wearing it again…?”
Hasan shrugs. “You never know. Could come in handy for content…” He gives him a long look.
Austin will admit, he was a little disappointed Hasan didn’t go harder on the compliments, barely acknowledging Austin putting himself down. He supposes that’s on him for fishing for it. But then Hasan surprises him. “You looked so good in that dress. The way it kept falling off your shoulders and revealing everything… It looked so slutty. You have no shame, walking around like that.” He clicks his tongue and shakes his head to make his point across.
Austin almost gets shy, all of sudden. This is what he wanted, he supposes, but Hasan didn’t have to word it like that.
“It was for content! I was just- I was playing it up.”
“Sure.” Hasan snorts. “Like you don’t love attention. You kept squeezing your tits together and flexing. You loved acting like a slut. You got a lot of compliments online too, I saw that.”
“Mh, yeah, I did get complimented a lot for my tits.” Austin can’t help but grin. He spent the whole day on Twitter going through posts talking about nothing but his pecs. It was a confidence booster, he’ll say that much. “Well, I guess I do have nice tits… you don’t think so?”
“Pffffft, yeah.” Hasan makes a face at him, but then replies more seriously. Austin can tell he means what he’s about to say even though he’s smiling, it’s a softer kind of smile. “No, genuinely. I should– I would like to see you in that dress again. We were on camera, so I couldn’t stare too much.”
He says this like it’s just a random fact, like it’s a normal thing to say, like he’s… serious ? Which is confusing. He must be joking. Austin frowns slightly, studying his face. He laughs, but he still looks confused. After he quiets down he asks, “Wait, are you serious? You wanted– you liked looking at…” He trails off, gesturing to his chest with disbelief painted over his face.
“Like you said, they are nice tits.”
“But they are not ‘tits’. Like, not a woman’s tits. Since when are you into…” Austin’s expression changes from disbelief to a mix of embarrassment and resignation. “Are you fucking with me?”
“No. In fact, I’ll tell you what. I’m gonna go get that dress right now, and you’re gonna put it on for me.”
Austin’s face drops. He doesn’t even know what emotion to show on his face, there’s too much going on inside him. This has to be a joke. Right?
“Wait, wait… what? Hasan, what…? Come on, stop.”
He watches in shock as Hasan stands up.
“I have something else to go with it as well. Come with me.”
“What? What ‘something’?!”
But he gets no answer. He finds himself getting off the couch and following Hasan to his room, uncertain about what the hell is happening. He watches him take the dress out of a bag he had stashed in the closet and toss it on his bed casually, along with a pair of thigh-high white stockings - that must be the ‘something’, Austin figures - and a cute pair of panties. Wait. Panties ? Austin gulps. He’s never seen those before. Where did they come from? This can’t be real. What the fuck are those?!
“Why do you want me to wear this stuff? Is this a joke?”
He thinks he might be dying. His heart is racing unlike ever before. He’s getting a little lightheaded, honestly. Maybe he’s panicking. He doesn’t get the joke. Why would Hasan do this? He could kinda get it if it were for content but they aren’t on camera right now. There’s just the two of them, and the air in this room is heavy. Perhaps heavy with something he’s just now realizing is tension .
“Do I look like I’m laughing?”
The way Hasan is looking at him is something else. No, it doesn’t look like he’s joking, but Austin had to ask because he can’t wrap his head around this.
“But it’s… those– are those…? Is that lingerie? Women’s Lingerie?! Why do you even have this?”
Hasan glances at the clothing he tossed on the bed, then back at him.
“I saw it and I thought of you. I thought it would go well with the dress. The stockings too, if you like those.”
Oh, so the panties are a must but the stockings are optional? Austin feels like he’s losing his mind.
“If I want? Hasan, this is… You want me to wear this? But, why?”
“Because it’s hot?” Hasan snorts. “What kind of question is that?”
“So it’s because you think I’d look hot? But I’m a– you’re straight.” Austin pauses. Maybe he’s wrong? “Allegedly.” He adds. There’s question marks all over his face. He doesn’t know what to believe anymore.
“Yeah, well.” Hasan shrugs. “Are you gonna wear it or not?”
Austin’s internal freak out is reaching critical levels. His body isn’t responding to him, he’s just standing there, staring. His mouth feels so dry. What the hell is happening right now?! But after a moment he finds he has no choice. He could refuse, but he kinda wants to see where this is going. Hasan has never been so forward before. It’s jarring but kind of intriguing - kind of hot , who is he kidding? Sure, fuck it. Why not? He can’t miss this chance.
So he starts undressing. He thinks nothing of it, since he’s undressed in front of Hasan before, even on camera, but this time Hasan is watching the entire time. Once Austin manages to fit into the dress, he looks up only to find Hasan handing him the panties.
Am I really doing this? - Austin has to ask himself, but the answer has already been decided. He takes the panties.
“Okay, don’t look, though.”
He doesn’t want Hasan to see his dick. Hasan rolls his eyes but he understands and turns away. Austin hurries to pull down his boxers and replace them with the panties. They have lace on the sides but a cutesy pattern on the rest of the fabric. It makes Austin think Hasan must have gotten these while in Japan. So he’s been holding onto these this long? Holy shit.
“Um, should I put on the stockings too…?”
Hasan turns, figuring he must be allowed to look now. And he gives him what Austin can only describe as a once-over. It almost makes him self conscious. He knows he looks good, but he’s wearing women’s underwear and a fucking dress! So, forgive him for being a little insecure. This is unusual for him, to say the least.
“Yeah.” Hasan takes the stockings and hands them to him.
Austin sits on the edge of the bed and starts putting them on. The whole time he keeps asking himself, ‘What am I doing?’ but he still doesn’t stop. Once he’s done, he stands up. He can’t stop trying to fix his sleeves, since they keep slipping off his shoulders just like he remembers them doing last time he wore this.
Suddenly Hasan’s hands are on him. Austin looks at him inquisitively, but he doesn’t have time to ask because before he knows it, Hasan has pulled his sleeves down, exposing more of his chest and shoulders.
“Oh!”
Austin can’t lie. He feels a little intimidated right now, in a way he hasn’t felt in a long time next to Hasan. He used to be a little intimidated when they first met because, well, Hasan is a big dude, and they didn’t know each other that well, and yes, maybe Austin had a little crush, but whatever.
“There you go, that’s better.”
“Really?” Austin swallows nervously. Hasan nods.
“Yeah, man. I told you, you look great.”
“Oh, well, thank you.” Austin can’t help but get flustered about this.
“I like the shape of this dress, this part right here.” Hasan says, tracing the hem of the dress across Austin’s chest with his finger.
Austin looks down at his own chest, then up at his friend again, wondering what this means.
“Are you into this? You’re kind of freaky, aren’t you? I thought you said you don’t like femboys?”
“You are too buff to count as a femboy, I think. But that’s not a bad thing, I like the muscles. Look at these pecs, goddamn.”
Austin almost gasps when suddenly Hasan gropes both his pecs. He’s squeezing them hard, almost biting his lip. It takes Austin’s breath away. His nipples got instantly as hard as rocks. They are poking Hasan’s palms, and Austin knows Hasan can feel them because he starts rubbing his thumbs over them through the fabric.
He’s looking at Austin like he wants to eat him.
“So… what are you gonna do with me, now that you have me in a dress?” Austin’s voice shakes as little as he asks this. He feels like he has a right to ask, considering the position Hasan has put him in. Suddenly, them being alone in the house has a different weight to it.
“Oh?” There’s amusement in Hasan’s voice. “You’re suddenly into this? You’re the real freak here. What are you imagining, mh? Being fucked in this outfit?”
Hasan squeezes his pecs particularly hard as he punctuates his questions, and the noise Austin makes isn’t particularly dignified. Something of a yelp.
“What? No! I wouldn’t– I’m not a bottom, Hasan!”
“Uh-huh, sure. You are definitely a sub, though. Look at how quickly you put this on when I told you to.”
“I’m not a sub! I like being dominant–”
“Is that why you put on the panties?”
Austin feels like he’s digging himself deeper into this hole. Hasan won’t stop teasing him and it’s making him hard. The more aroused he gets, the more flustered he gets, and the harder it is for him to defend himself coherently. What can he even say? Hasan got him.
“No, it’s not… I wasn’t–” He tries anyway. Hasan is staring at him, making a face that speaks more than words. Austin laughs awkwardly to ease the tension and briefly looks away. “Come on… I just wanted to see where this was going! You’ve never expressed interest in a serious way, so I was curious. Can you blame me? I mean, you aren’t even my type anyway, so it’s not like I’m interested either, but–”
“But you decided to be a good girl for daddy anyway? Interesting thought process, no notes.” Hasan cuts him off.
Austin’s brain scratches to a halt and he barely hears any of the words that come after. Did Hasan just call him ‘good girl’? Did he just say ‘daddy’ ?!
Hasan’s hands are still on him. He palms Austin’s tits and continues to roll his thumbs over his nipples. Austin can barely hold back the moan that so badly wants to escape his mouth. This is crazy. Hasan must be doing all this to make him horny, right? This is sexual, there’s no way it’s not sexual. Hasan is enjoying this. He’s touching him and looking at him like he wants to— suddenly Hasan pinches his nipples, hard enough to make Austin moan in both pain and pleasure. He meets Hasan’s eyes and he sucks in a deep breath through his teeth. He bites his lip. Alright. Yeah, this is sexual. There’s no point in denying it. What the fuck is going on?!
“Lie down.” Hasan says, suddenly pulling back and gesturing to the bed. “I want to fuck your tits.”
Austin’s heart skips a beat. His brain refuses to compute. Hasan wants to do what to his tits?!
“What?”
Hasan must have officially lost his mind. What’s gotten into him all of sudden? Austin still isn’t sure this is some insane prank. Hasan isn’t the type, he’s never been, but who fucking knows? Maybe he’s on drugs?!
“Okay.” Austin smiles nervously, taking a step back. “You can stop messing with me now. Let me take this off, this was funny while it lasted but it’s time t—”
“You aren’t taking this off until I tell you to.”
“Oh. Uh, okay.”
Shit. That was hot. What the hell? Oh, god. Austin is getting so hard. Why is it so hot when Hasan talks that way? Is this how he normally talks to his partners in the bedroom?
Deep breaths. Austin tries to calm himself down. He obeys. He is flabbergasted by this whole situation, but what else can he do? This is making him so horny it’s becoming hard to think. He isn’t even sure this is a thing you can do, but Hasan sounds so confident!
“Is it even possible to fuck a man’s boobs?”
“Of course it’s possible when they are big like yours.” Hasan says as he pulls down his pants and underwear, revealing a partial erection. Austin’s eyes widen. God, it’s so big and it’s not even fully hard yet! Hasan lets them fall to his ankles and climbs over him, straddling his torso. “They are bigger than some women’s, even. Honestly, you should wear a bra. You’re such a slut, letting them hang out like this.”
He slaps one of Austin’s pecs. One quick hit. The sound startles Austin more than the impact. Hasan’s hand hits his nipple too. It stings. Austin can’t help but moan. He feels like such a desperate slut, already moaning like this and Hasan hasn't even done much yet. But he can’t help it, he’s so high strung and sensitive, especially his nipples after Hasan played with them so much.
But more than any of this, what’s turning Austin’s brain into mush, is Hasan’s erection hanging over his chest. It’s huge. And Hasan is hard . He’s actually hard. This isn’t some joke, Hasan is into this. He’s into him ! And now Austin gets to watch him stroke himself to full hardness right in front of his face. He can’t believe this is real.
Hasan lets go of his cock once it’s fully erect. All it took was a few strokes. And now he grabs Austin’s tits and pushes them together. He lowers himself until he’s almost sitting on Austin’s ribcage, but he doesn’t put his full weight on him. He holds them together as he starts rocking his hips, rubbing his cock along the middle.
“Hold them like this.” He orders.
Austin immediately presses his arms close to his body, trying to push out his tits as much as he can manage. He stares at the cock right before his eyes, watching it move back and forth between his pecs. He’s speechless. His mouth is watering at the sight. This is blowing his mind. Never in a million years would he have imagined he’d end up in this situation.
Hasan seemingly gets annoyed. He grabs the dress and yanks it down, revealing even more of Austin’s chest, then resumes. He starts moaning softly like he’s enjoying this. It must feel good, then? Austin’s mind is blown. He never thought he could give someone pleasure by just lying there like this. He isn’t even doing anything. Hasan is literally using his body for his own pleasure… That thought shines in Austin’s mind, burning white hot in his brain, blinding him like lighting. He thinks he might like this… he likes Hasan using him.
Well, today is a day as good as any to learn something new about himself. He always considered himself a service top. He enjoys giving pleasure to his partners, it’s enjoyable and it turns him on, so that part isn’t new. But he’s never been exactly used like this. Like he might as well not even be there, completely passive, like he’s a sex toy or- or a sex doll for Hasan to fuck. A jolt of arousals courses through him potent enough to make him visibly shudder. His cock is so hard it’s throbbing. He’s pitching a tent under his skirt.
“Oh my god, you’re actually into this.” He mumbles, his mouth finally connecting to his brain again. His eyes moved up and he’s been staring at Hasan’s face for a couple minutes. He likes what he sees.
“Are you that shocked?” Hasan asks, voice hoarse with arousal. “I’ve always complimented your body.”
“Well, yes! I am shocked! You are– you are rubbing your cock on me, forgive me for not expecting it! This is so…” It’s so fucking hot. It’s completely new to him. No other man has ever asked to fuck his tits. Only Hasan could come up with something like this, but Austin is glad he did. The fact that it’s Hasan, of all people, though… the man he’s had a crush on for years at this point… the one he always thought he’d never have a chance with. The one who’s supposed to be straight. This has got to be some bizarre dream Austin is having.
“I thought you were straight. You always say you are! Is this why– are you…? Is that why you made me wear the dress? So you can pretend I’m a woman?”
He’s just trying to make sense of this. He doesn’t appreciate the way Hasan half rolls his eyes at him like he just said something very dumb.
“Yes, Austin. Exactly. Because I couldn’t possibly find a woman who would dress as a maid for me and let me fuck her tits, there’s no such thing.”
“I think you could, quite easily, probably.” It takes Austin a couple more seconds to get it. “Oh. You were being sarcastic…” He laughs. “Sorry.” But that means Hasan knows he could have any woman he wants - and probably every guy, let’s be real - and still chose to do this with him . “So you wanted to do this to me, specifically? Since when? Since the day we dressed like this?”
“Yeah.” Hasan replies between moans. “You look pretty like this.”
“Oh… Thanks.”
“You make such a pretty girl.”
“Um…”
Didn’t Hasan just say he doesn’t want to do this with a woman? Why does he keep comparing him to one, then? Is this… is it a fetish?
“I need you to do something for me.”
Hasan sounds a little out of breath already, which shouldn’t be as hot as it is, but it nearly makes Austin whine. He stops himself in time, though. Thank god.
“What is it?”
“Call me daddy.”
“Wha– uh, is that for real?”
“What? Are you too shy?”
Austin’s face is burning. Hell, his entire body is burning. He wishes he could touch himself but he couldn’t even if he tried, not with Hasan’s huge body in the way. God, he really wants to, though. His cock is crying for attention. Literally, he can feel himself start to leak.
“I’ve never called another man– usually I’m the one they call daddy.”
Hasan is using one hand to create a tunnel for his cock, pressing it on top of it as his thrusts speed up. His free hand goes to touch Austin’s face, stroking his cheek. Such a delicate touch Austin almost wants to lean into it to get more of it.
“First time for everything, Austin. Come on, babygirl. Can you do that for me?”
“I… uh…” Oh, god. “Um… daddy…?”
Hasan is panting. He groans when he hears Austin’s half-assed attempt.
“I know you’re into it, bitch. Say it like you mean it. Thank me for fucking your tits.”
Oh, fuck.
“Thank you, daddy.”
Hasan moans in approval. Austin’s cock twitches at that reaction. Meanwhile, Hasan is thrusting so fast and hard now, his cock is almost hitting Austin’s chin. It makes him wonder, if he stuck his tongue out, could he… but he isn’t gonna try. He feels like he is kinda being humiliated already, he isn’t going to show how badly he wants to taste it.
Hasan’s pace quickens. He looks very pleased. That makes Austin feel good. Is it weird to be proud of himself for this?
“I tried so hard to get you to call me daddy that time.”
Austin is confused for a moment, until he remembers. They were all joking around. Hasan pretended to come out to him like Austin was his father and they were supposed to switch roles, but Austin refused to give in and call him daddy, it would have been too much. Their friends were there, Christian was there. It might be an open relationship, but Jesus, calling Hasan daddy in front of everyone felt a little too far.
Despite this, Hasan kept referring to him as his son all night. Austin supposes he should have seen this coming. What he thought was a joke was actually Hasan’s attempt to rope him into some kind of kinky roleplay. He already knew Hasan has a daddy kink, and he knows he’s a bit of a freak. He really should have pieced it together, but he can’t be blamed for missing the clues! He didn’t know there were any clues to look out for in the first place! He can’t voice these thoughts or Hasan is going to call him autistic, he can already hear him.
“Oh! You mean that night at the fishing restaurant?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh… I didn’t realize this was actually something you are into. I mean, I know you like being called daddy, of course, I just didn’t think it would do it for you if I were the one calling you that.”
A low moan escapes Hasan’s mouth. “I like how it sounds coming from your mouth.”
Austin loves this. He wants to make him even hornier. He loves how into it Hasan is, he likes having this power over him. He finds that being able to turn someone on so easily is very powerful, in general.
“Mmh, daddy…” He’d say anything right now. “Daddy, it feels so good. Keep going, daddy. Come all over me!”
Hasan laughs wholeheartedly. That makes Austin blush hard, wondering if it was too much. He’s embarrassed now. But the look on Hasan’s face is so fond. There’s a twinge of mockery in there, but it’s not cruel. It feels genuine. Maybe Austin can choose to believe Hasan is laughing with him instead of at him.
“Alright, calm down.”
“Sorry…”
God, this is so embarrassing.
Hasan watches him for a long moment, never stopping rocking his hips for a second. His movements are a little faster, a little more erratic now. Austin noticed and he knows what that means.
“So it turns out I have to give you an incentive to get what I want out of you, mh?” Hasan says. “I guess fucking your tits does the trick. You are so horny about this. You love being used, don’t you? You’re such a faggot, look at you.”
He laughs again, and this time it does sound a little mean. Unfortunately for Austin, all that does is make him harder.
“Where do you want it?” Hasan asks as he stops rubbing on Austin and takes himself in his hand. He strokes himself fast. He must be very close. Austin can see it on his face. “On your tits or on your face? Huh?”
Hasan leans forward so he can reach Austin’s face and he slaps his cock on his cheek a couple times. Austin whimpers without meaning to. He swears he could die. If he doesn’t get to come soon he’ll combust. Hasan’s cock is so close he can basically taste it. He could ask him to come on his face, maybe even in his mouth, but he stops himself. He doesn’t want to show how desperate he is.
“Can you stop whimpering long enough to answer?” Hasan mocks him. “You don’t have much time left to choose.”
“My tits.”
Hasan raises one eyebrow at him.
“I’m not hearing the magic words.”
Austin’s brain is scrambling to try to understand what’s missing. He wants it so fucking bad. Please, please, please–
“Uh, my tits, please ?”
Hasan clicks his tongue, it sounds like disappointment. Austin’s heart drops to his stomach.
“Did you seriously already forget? Damn. Memory of a goldfish.”
“Uh…” Austin frowns deeply. He really wants to give him what he wants, but he truly just doesn’t– “Oh!” It suddenly clicks. It’s not his fault it took so long, okay? It’s so hard to think when his cock is throbbing the way it is. He feels like he’s gonna come and nobody has even touched him. “Please, daddy! On my tits, daddy, come all over them, please, daddy, please, please—”
Hasan chuckles breathlessly, fondly caressing his face and then he starts coming with a series of moans. His brow furrows, damp with sweat. His cum lands on Austin’s chest like he requested, but a bit of it reaches his chin as well.
Hasan strokes himself through the duration of it, then, without missing a beat, he wipes it off Austin’s skin, collecting as much of it as he can on his fingertips while Austin watches in amazement. That was the hottest sight of his life. He’s had men come on top of him but usually not like this. Nothing like this.
“Open your mouth, slut.”
Without hesitation, Austin’s jaw falls slack. He’s not even thinking. He doesn’t know what Hasan is about to do, although he should imagine it, probably. When Hasan pushes his fingers into this mouth, Austin starts sucking on them without needing to be told what to do. He sucks them clean in an instant. But Hasan isn’t done. He starts fucking his fingers into his mouth.
Austin moans around them, looking up at him, into his eyes. He wants to come so badly he could cry. This is only making it worse. Hasan looks so pleased with himself. He’s watching him intently like he’s examining and judging his work.
“That’s my pretty boy… you like the taste of my cum, faggot? Of course you do. You’re such a cum-hungry whore.”
Austin can do nothing but keep sucking and moaning.
Hasan smirks. “I know you wish it were my cock instead. Maybe next time?” He snorts. “Or maybe you’d still like it, you’re such a desperate slut you’d suck on it soft.”
Austin is caught unprepared by what happens next. It surprises them both equally, somehow. He’s never come untouched before. He moans and whines, his eyes widen as he realizes what’s happening and then shame kicks in. It burns him from the inside out. His face feels so hot he swears it must be warm to the touch, he must be fully red. The sheer embarrassment mixed with the much coveted relief bring tears to his eyes.
His reaction makes what happened all the more obvious. Hasan takes a beat before reacting, but then a huge grin spreads on his lips, his whole face lights up with delight like a child before a bowl of free candy.
“Did you just fucking…?! I can’t believe this. Bro… you’re so pathetic. This is insane. You came untouched like some fucking virgin?” He bursts out laughing.
“It’s not my fault!”
“Whose fault is it, then? Mine?”
“Um… no, of course not, I just…”
Hasan stares him down. Austin can only stare back. He’s not scared, exactly. He knows he’s perfectly safe. But there’s something in that look Hasan is giving him.
“I didn’t give you permission to come.” Hasan suddenly says.
“Oh. I didn’t know I wasn’t supposed to. You didn’t tell me I–”
Before he can finish his sentence, Hasan slaps him across the face. Austin moans before he can stop himself. He looks up at him and he’s about to say something, but Hasan grabs his cheeks, roughly squishing them with his fingers. He leans down, getting close to his face. Austin’s heart jumps, wondering if Hasan is going to kiss him or something. He finds that he likes that idea a lot, actually. But he doesn’t get his wish.
“Open your mouth.”
This is the second time Hasan tells him to do that. This time Austin isn’t any more prepared than before. He still doesn’t know what to expect, but he doubts it’s fingers this time.
Hasan’s hold on his face hurts a little, and his cheek is a bit sore from the slap, but he’s not complaining. Maybe Hasan is right. Maybe Austin is a desperate slut. He’ll take anything Hasan will give him, and thank him for it. He feels so pathetic, but for some reason it’s not a completely bad feeling. He thinks he would hate it if this were anyone else, but it being Hasan makes it all okay.
He opens his mouth. He sees Hasan smile, and then suddenly Hasan is spitting into his mouth. It lands square on Austin’s tongue. He can’t help but whine, giving Hasan a pleading look.
“Swallow.”
Austin doesn’t hesitate to obey, swallowing immediately. The smile on Hasan’s face widens.
“Good girl.”
Austin still isn’t entirely sure how he feels about being called that, but fuck it, he’ll take it. He can be a good girl for Hasan, why not?
Hasan starts climbing down his body. Austin watches him, unsure what to expect. Hasan pulls up his skirt and takes a good look at his crotch. He looks back up at Austin and as soon as their eyes meet, Austin’s face burns so hard he feels dizzy. That look on Hasan’s face… somewhere between disappointment, resignation and disgust…it does something to Austin. There’s mockery but also fondness in his tone when he speaks after letting out a long sigh.
“You already ruined these the first time I let you put them on.”
“Um, I’m sorry.” Austin pauses, then he remembers the exchange they had earlier, and adds this quickly before Hasan needs to say anything. “Daddy.”
He sees it on his face. Hasan was about to comment, but he closes his mouth and smiles. He starts taking off Austin’s panties, pulling them down his thighs. Austin tenses up a little, still insecure about Hasan seeing his flaccid penis. He can’t help himself, he braces himself for mockery that doesn’t come. Hasan does take a look, but he doesn’t comment. He folds Austin’s legs until he’s able to pull the panties off his ankles, and quickly climbs over him again until he’s resumed his previous position.
He spreads out the panties, showing Austin exactly how dirty they are.
“They are disgusting. Look at what you’ve done, you freak. Open your pretty mouth for me, one more time.”
Once again, Austin does it, this time without even questioning it. He expects maybe Hasan will spit in his mouth again. Maybe it should be concerning how quickly Austin adjusted to the idea and how eager he is to let it happen, but– he doesn’t have the time to process all that, because next thing he knows, a pair of damp, cum-stained panties are being shoved into his open mouth.
“Mmmph!”
“Taste the mess you made.” Hasan shakes his head, caressing his cheek. He uses two fingers to push it deeper into his mouth, almost lovingly as if this isn’t clearly a punishment. He sighs. “You’re disgusting. You’re lucky you’re so pretty.”
When Hasan climbs off him, Austin whines before he can stop himself. Hasan pauses, looking back at him with a surprised expression that turns affectionate really quickly.
“Stay. I’ll be right back.”
Austin tries to relax but he can’t help but be tense until Hasan is back at his side. He brought a box of wet wipes and a water bottle. He takes a tissue out of the box and starts cleaning Austin’s chest, removing any residue of cum from his skin. Then he moves to his chin.
“You drooled all over yourself. Ew, you are still drooling!”
He tosses the wet wipe into the nearby bin and finally takes pity on Austin, taking the panties out of his mouth. He takes a clean wipe and he uses it to clean his face. He smiles at him as he hands him the water. He helps him sit up so he can drink more comfortably. Austin gladly accepts it not just because he feels dehydrated but because his mouth feels gross after holding the soiled underwear in his mouth for several minutes.
Hasan waits for him to finish, then takes the bottle from him and places it on the nightstand. He looks back at him, then. He really takes in the way he looks. It almost makes Austin self-conscious again.
“My Tenga…”
“Huh?” Austin gives him a confused look.
A mischievous grin spreads on Hasan’s lips. “My personal one-time-use sex toy.”
Oh .
“One time use?”
Austin can’t help himself. It didn’t escape him that at one point the words ‘maybe next time’ were uttered. He likes to think Hasan means that. In a way, Austin took it as a promise. He can’t help but show his disappointment realizing he might have been wrong.
Hasan laughs. “You liked it that much? You want more?”
“Well… No, I just meant like, whenever you… you know…”
Austin can’t look him in the eyes while the other is still laughing at him. He sounds so amused by this. What’s so funny about it? Austin pouts.
“Whenever? Whenever I wanna use you?”
Austin’s eyes widen. Well, that’s kind of what he meant, but he wasn’t going to phrase it like that.
“No, no, I just meant–”
“Whenever what, then? Whenever I want a warm hole to fuck?”
Austin gulps visibly. He sees Hasan’s eyes follow the movement of his Adam’s apple. At least he’s not laughing now. Then he scoots closer, placing one arm on the other side of Austin, propping himself on it so he can comfortably lean over him. He’s so close Austin can almost feel his breath on his face.
“I bet you’d feel better than a Tenga…” Hasan mutters. He lowers his eyes, staring at Austin’s lips for a long moment. “You’d let me fuck you. I know you would. You’d let me do anything to you, if today’s escapade was any indication. You want to be my pocket pussy so bad. Are you jealous of my Tenga? Mh? Don’t worry, it’s already in the garbage. It wasn’t that good, anyway.”
He snickers to himself, then he seems to notice how flustered Austin is, so his face relaxes into a tender smile. Austin is grateful for that. He feels like Hasan broke his brain. He can’t think too hard right now.
Hasan wipes his thumb over Austin’s lips as he moves his hand to cradle his jaw.
“You do make such a pretty girl, by the way.” He whispers before connecting their lips.
Austin is stunned, so much so that he doesn’t kiss back immediately. After all this, a kiss almost feels out of place. He just wasn’t expecting it. He wonders where the hell any of this came from. His brain is racing in about ten different directions, he’s already overthinking everything, wondering what it all means. Even as they deepen the kiss and his hands hold Hasan’s face. He just has so many questions, he doesn’t know where to start. What was this? What are we? Can we do it again, please?
They part after a while, staying close, breathing on each other’s lips.
“Is this a fetish for you?”
Yep. Out of all the questions bouncing around in his head, that’s what he settled on.
Hasan pulls back and gives him a funny look with a slight frown.
“What do you think?” He asks sarcastically.
“There’s nothing wrong with it if it is, by the way!”
Hasan regards him intensely for a moment, then he snorts as he leans back. “Thank you for your support, much appreciated.”
“You’re welcome.” Austin huffs a short laugh. For once he caught the sarcasm in Hasan’s voice and replied with matching humor. “No, but for real… When did this start? I’ve never heard you mention it before.”
“Can I be completely honest?”
Austin gets serious. He senses vulnerability in Hasan’s tone, unless he’s reading too much into it. “Of course!”
Hasan scratches his beard. He’s looking away. Maybe Austin was right. He reaches out to touch him, brushing his arm before placing his hand over his, giving him an encouraging look.
Hasan sighs. “I think seeing you in that dress awoke something in me. It’s not even the first time I see you in feminine clothes, I don’t know what did it this time… but I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since.”
“Oh.” Austin is taken aback. He was half expecting some traumatic backstory of some kind. He was bracing himself for an emotional conversation he wasn’t sure he would be equipped to deal with. He’s relieved this wasn’t that, but at the same time… he’s the reason Hasan is into this crossdressing stuff? Holy shit! “Wow, that’s… I’m flattered. I think?”
Hasan looks back at him. When their eyes meet, Austins smiles at him, flashing his teeth. Hasan waits a second before smiling back. To Austin’s surprise, he leans in and kisses him again.
“So…” Hasan says once he pulls away, just enough to speak. “I take it you are not against doing this again?”
“Which part? The dress or the… all the other stuff?”
“Depends. It’s up to you, but I’m not hearing you say no.”
Austin can barely hide how giddy he is at the prospect of Hasan wanting to engage in kinky stuff with him again . There’s a lot he needs to unpack but he’ll overthink that on his own time. Right now he can’t do anything other than nodding.
“No, I’m- I’m down, I think. Maybe let me know next time before doing all this? But I’m– yeah, I’m– why not? Right?”
“I don’t know. I’m not the one who came in my ~cute little panties.”
Austin’s face heats up so fast at the mention of his little incident. He shoves Hasan’s face away and averts his eyes too for good measure.
“Shut up, you asshole.” He mumbles. Hasan is already laughing and it’s infectious. Austin can’t help but grin. “You liked it, though. I think.”
Austin’s hand slips away from Hasan’s face and the other is free to look back at him. “Yeah, I liked it. I like a whimpering, needy, desperate sub.”
“Jesus, Hasan!”
“What?”
“I’m not a–” Austin bites his tongue. He can’t really deny the evidence, can he? The filthy panties are still over there, on the same bed they are sitting on. “Okay, fine. But this is new for me too, so let’s take it easy, okay?”
Hasan smiles and nods as he leans in again, but this time he doesn’t go for Austin’s lips, he goes for his neck. He places a trail of kisses going down to his shoulder. Austin sighs, tilting his head slightly to give him more room. Then Hasan lifts his head again and adds one more kiss, on Austin’s cheek this time.
“I need to sleep. Are you staying?”
“Oh! Um… Is that okay?”
“After the shit we did, is that what’s scandalous to you?”
“No, no!” Austin laughs. “I was just asking, just in case you didn’t… Well, you are the one who asked, so I guess you like the idea.”
“Yeah, I like the idea. Get changed, I’ll wait for you.”
“Oh, okay. Right. Yeah.”
Hasan climbs off him, sitting next to him. Austin gets off the bed, almost tripping in the process. He stands up straight and looks around for his clothes he took off earlier. He’s not planning on putting that back on, but the only other clothes he brought with him are in his room. He knows they are alone, but walking around wearing this - and no underwear - is a little…
“Just wear something of mine.” Hasan suddenly says, as if reading his mind.
Austin turns to look at him with mild surprise. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah, dude. Go ahead. Grab a shirt and some sweatpants.”
“Okay! That’s very nice of you.”
Austin is about to sleep in Hasan’s bed with him while wearing his clothes. Yes, like Hasan himself just said, this is not the craziest thing they’ve done tonight, but for some reason it still makes his heart race a little. He picks something from the closet, taking too long, according to Hasan’s complaints, then he climbs back in bed and snuggles up to him, resting his head on his shoulder.
This… doesn’t feel real. None of this feels real. He needs to stop and think about what all of this means. He has questions - are they friends with benefits now? Is that what’s happening? Is Hasan into him only sexually or is there more? - he needs to alert Christian that this is happening. Holy shit. They always talked about the idea that if the opportunity arose to do something with Hasan, Austin would have an implicit immediate pass to go for it, but that felt more like an inside joke than anything else because neither of them ever thought the possibility was real, or, well, at least Austin never thought so.
He supposes he was wrong. God, he’s so glad he was wrong.