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Hearing the ding from his phone, he looks down and sees the notification.
image from dumbass
Hanbin sighs, knowing what the picture is going to be before he even opens the message. His frown only deepens as he sees the picture, another shitty low light under angle dick pic. A response is being typed before he even realizes what he's saying.
to: dumbass
me telling you that submitting your dick pics to critiqueyourdickpic.com was a dumb fucking idea does not translate to 'oh Bobby send me pictures of your penis so I can be your editor'
It's still fucking wild to him that there's a website where one can get graded on the artistic quality of one's dick pics. What surprises Hanbin exponentially less, however, is that Bobby would contemplate actually using a site of that nature. After being friends for way too long, Hanbin has grown accustomed to Bobby being a fucking idiot six and a half days of the week.
When his phone makes a noise again, Hanbin lets out another withering sigh, hoping that wherever the fuck Bobby is he can feel the frustration rolling off of his friend in waves. (More like tsunamis, but whatever.)
from: dumbass
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to: dumbass
I'm gunna kick your ass stop sending me pictures of ur dick
from: dumbass
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Hanbin has to lean back in his chair, rubbing his temples for a good two minutes until he can look at his phone again. Knowing that Bobby won't leave him alone about this, he scrolls back up to the picture, inspecting it.
It's a simple shot, the front facing lens of Bobby's phone camera held beneath him to view the curve of his cock, and the lighting is just barely decent enough that Hanbin can make out the gloss of precum over his dick. The shot is framed well, his balls looking heavy and full.
There's a distant wonder in Hanbin's mind of how long Bobby had been touching himself before he took the picture. He wants to know if the older was just jerking off and thought this would make a good shot, or if he deliberately got himself off so he could have a mini photo shoot. And to then send the pictures to Hanbin. The younger pushes those thoughts out of his mind.
Besides, at least Hanbin doesn't immediately get horny when Bobby sends him dick pics anymore.
to: dumbass
better than your last few. could do with better lighting. consistently using the same angle is boring
He thinks for a moment before sending the next message.
to: dumbass
now stop fucking sending me pictures of your cock
from: dumbass
u know u like them ;P
to: dumbass
I'm fucking blocking u
from: dumbass
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Hanbin quickly realizes that telling Bobby to try new angles and shots was a terrible fucking idea. Every day for the past week he's been getting pictures of Bobby in positions that make him choke on his food or glass of water or air.
Bobby has sent him shirtless shots post workout in the large gym mirror, the head of his cock peeking up from his shorts as he grins into the mirror. The response was Hanbin rambling about how he can't classify it as a dick picture if only part of said dick is in the frame. Then Bobby asked if he looked good though, and Hanbin stopped responding, not about to lie and certainly not about to boost his friend's ego.
Of course Bobby doesn't fucking stop there, because the idiot has no idea when to quit anything, whether it's trying to do more reps than some random guy at the gym or try to yell louder than someone at a concert. He continues sending different angled shots of his cock, which Hanbin has become way too familiar with the look of for his own sanity. Along with the pictures he teases Hanbin, jokingly saying he knows how much the younger likes the pictures.
At that Hanbin snorts, positive that even with Bobby's ego the size of the solar system, he can't imagine how hard Hanbin cums when he jerks off to the pictures his friend sends him. The shame he feels as he lies in his bed with his hand down his shorts and a picture of his best friend on his phone screen keeps him from saying anything to that effect, though he always tells Bobby to shut the fuck up.
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Pretending to be unaffected is really fucking tiring. This has been realized before, but holy shit when Bobby just sends him a shot of his abs covered in cum with his cock still dripping, Hanbin has fucking had enough.
to: dumbass
im about to fucking report u for sexual harassment s t o p
Throwing his phone aside, Hanbin leans back in his desk chair, fingers running through his hair. Here’s the thing: he likes Bobby. It’s not news. He’s liked Bobby since they fucking met, since Bobby the dumbass spilled coffee on a grumpy morning Hanbin at the cafe they both frequent. Hanbin had been ready to kick this guy’s ass, but then Bobby smiled at him and apologized and yeah, Hanbin’s been fucked since the start. He knows this.
That doesn’t mean he’s okay with Bobby blatantly ignoring him not wanting to see the pictures of his dick. Which, alright, he’s lying about. He really fucking wants to see the pictures, but he wants to see them when he has the chance to ask Bobby if he needs help with it. Maybe ask Bobby to slap Hanbin in the face with his cock until his cheeks are red. Stuff like that.
His phone buzzes from where it’s face down on his desk, and Hanbin picks it up reluctantly, knowing that what he’s going to see is another fucking winky face probably. Because who texts like a straight white boy? Bobby does.
from: dumbass
honestly if it makes u uncomfortable i can stop?
Now that, that catches Hanbin majorly off guard. He knows that Bobby is a sweet guy, the literal second coming of Jesus Christ level nice if he’s being totally honest, but he knows he doesn’t have to be like that with Hanbin. They give each other shit, it’s how they bond. Bobby acts like a tool and Hanbin rolls his eyes in a way that could probably be considered loving. It’s what they do.
to: dumbass
its whatever