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Wuyang was in trouble.
Not only was he catching feelings for a stunning Japanese man who was currently on the opposite side of the globe. Not only had that very man made him cum harder than he had in quite a long time—notwithstanding the fact that he had next to zero sexual encounters that didn’t involve his own hands. Not only was he spending every waking moment thinking about how to get to Japan again or get Mizuki to Gibraltar somehow or meeting him somewhere else in the world; maybe Paris? That would be romantic. Not only was Wuyang in trouble romantically.
But Sojourn was yelling at him. In a room full of official Overwatch agents.
Yelling may have been a strong word. She was scolding him, more like. They had expended resources, she was explaining yet again, to get him to Kanezaka. They had expended resources to get information, valuable information, and what had he come back with? Nothing.
Wuyang spent the entire time staring at the table. He knew he had messed up. He certainly hadn’t thought about it at the time, since he was a bit tied up in a hotel room, but he wasn’t about to share that with the class. As if anyone needed an even better reason to discount his standing as a recruit.
The excuse he had given was simple enough: the contact wasn’t who they thought it was going to be, and the contact was extremely tight-lipped. Definitely tight-lipped, Wuyang had thought to himself, a smirk on his lips.
Not the point!
His phone buzzed mid-conversation. He didn’t dare check it, not right now. Sojourn didn’t need another reason to go off on him. She had been understanding at first, given that it was his first solo intel mission and that it hadn’t gone exactly to plan anyways. But Talon had issued an attack on Hanamura, using their ties with the Hashimoto as a foothold in the area. Now there were Talon agents crawling all over the city and Overwatch could have been there to support the Yōkai in their defense.
Sojourn had not been happy with the outcome. She had expected information; Wuyang had failed to retrieve it. It was simple.
Another buzz.
Wuyang slid a hand surreptitiously under the table and inched his phone from his pocket. It must be important if multiple texts had come through that quickly.
Mizuki: hey
Mizuki: what are you up to
Wuyang stared at the screen. Really? This was terrible timing.
Mizuki: koinu-chan i can see you read it
Wuyang: in a meeting
Wuyang: busy
A few moments passed before a response came through.
Mizuki: yeah okay
Mizuki: you responded so must not be important
Wuyang: yes it’s important
Wuyang: sojourn yelled at me
Wuyang: because of you
Mizuki: what did i do to deserve such treatment
Wuyang: didn’t give me info
Mizuki: okay and
Wuyang: WE NEEDED THAT
Wuyang huffed, perhaps a bit too audibly. Sojourn leveled her gaze at him. “Something you want to say, recruit?”
Wuyang blanched. “Nope. No, commander. Sorry.” He looked back down under the table as she shook her head and continued speaking.
Mizuki: still gave you the goods tho
Mizuki: right
Wuyang: um
Wuyang: the goods
Mizuki: you got laid big boy didn’t you
Wuyang: ??????
Wuyang: yes?
Wuyang: and?
Mizuki: and you liked it so must have been worth the scolding
Wuyang: now is SO not the time
He locked his phone and put it back face down on his thigh. It didn’t take long before it buzzed again. Wuyang drew in a deep breath before reading it.
Mizuki: seems like a good time to me
Mizuki: still replying btw
Wuyang: we can talk later shhh
Mizuki: don’t shush me
Mizuki: couldn’t shut me up if you tried
Wuyang: i’ll block you
Mizuki: no you won’t
Mizuki: if you did you wouldn’t find out what i’d do to you
Mizuki: if i was there rn
Wuyang stared at the screen in disbelief. This could not be happening right now. He hoped his face wasn’t showing as much as thought it was.
Wuyang: what
Mizuki: i could be there under the table
Wuyang: no
Wuyang: nope
Mizuki: on my knees in front of your chair
Mizuki: hands at your waistband
Mizuki: tugging your pants down
Mizuki: letting your—
Anran kicked his foot from where she sat next to him. “Pay attention,” she hissed under her breath. “You want to get in trouble again?”
Wuyang glanced over at her quickly. He shook his head. He locked his phone again and put his hands on the table. Away from his phone. Which definitely wasn’t buzzing again. And again.
He lasted approximately two minutes before he couldn’t stand the tension. He unlocked his phone again.
Mizuki: letting your cock out
Mizuki: i know you’d be so hard
Mizuki: wrap my hand around you
Mizuki: i’d be perfectly quiet btw
Mizuki: so you’d have to stay quiet
Mizuki: probably like you’re doing now
Mizuki: then i’d jerk you off
Mizuki: think you’d cum under the table?
Mizuki: bet you would
Wuyang: STOP
Mizuki: no i don’t think i will
Wuyang couldn’t believe this. His face was definitely on fire now but he tried his best to stay focused on the conversation happening around him. Invasion? Something? Counterattack? Shit.
Mizuki: in fact i think i’d suck your dick
Mizuki: make it harder to keep quiet
Wuyang: mizu please
Wuyang: later please please please
Mizuki: take you allllll the way down
Mizuki: squeeze your balls a bit
Mizuki: drag my tongue all over you
Wuyang: stooooooooop
Mizuki: no
Mizuki: i’d let you fuck me
Mizuki: if the position worked
Mizuki: probably not that flexible
Mizuki: anyways you gonna cum down my throat yet
Wuyang gulped. Could he get away to the bathroom? Sojourn might glare at him until he sat back down. He might be stuck here for a while.
Mizuki: can’t ignore me that easy
Mizuki: i know you want it
Mizuki: want me
Mizuki: bet you can’t stand up now
Mizuki: on account of your raging boner
Wuyang: srsly i’m gonna kill you
Mizuki: doubt it
Mizuki: [1 image]
Wuyang didn’t want to open it. He didn’t want to do this right now. But his thumb did it anyways. The image opened and it was a close up of Mizuki’s face. It was cropped to only show from his eyes to his chin and what the hell was that.
Mizuki had pulled a toy from somewhere and was in the middle of seemingly deep-throating it. Wuyang’s eyes widened and he locked his phone immediately. Dammit.
He lowered the screen brightness until he could barely see the text thread.
Wuyang: are you kidding me
Mizuki: yeah sorry bad joke
Wuyang: REALLY
Mizuki: no dumbass
Mizuki: bet you wish that was you
Mizuki: cmon don’t you want to get off
Wuyang: YES
Wuyang: wait
Wuyang: no wait hold on
Mizuki: knew it
This was mortifying. He had to get out of here. He was looking around the room for any possibility of a quick exit when Sojourn clapped her hands once and called it quits. She pointed directly at Wuyang. “I expect better from you in the future, Ye. Copy?”
Wuyang gave a quick salute. “Yes, commander, copy that, commander.” Then before anyone could stop him, he rose and rushed out of the room, making a beeline for his bedroom.
He had just closed the door behind him and was calling Mizuki at the same moment. It barely rang once before he picked up.
“Yes?” Mizuki sounded so nonchalant, almost bored. Wuyang was going to punch him for sure.
“Are you kidding me,” he exclaimed into the phone. “What was that! What are you doing!”
“Currently? Thinking about you fucking me.”
Wuyang’s jaw dropped. “Seriously!”
“As a heart attack.” He sounded like he was having a conversation about the weather.
“You are so lucky I’m not there,” Wuyang warned.
“Oh don’t pull the luck card on me,” Mizuki replied. “I think you’re unlucky because you don’t have anyone to help you out.”
Wuyang looked down at his crotch. Mizuki wasn’t wrong. He only had himself. “I could…” he began. “I bet. Um. I could go—“
“Use your words,” Mizuki teased.
Wuyang couldn’t think of a single person who would actually take him up on any offer. Cassidy was his top choice, probably. If he even liked guys. So that wasn’t happening. Baptiste was too nice to do something like this without building a relationship first. Damn you, Mizuki.
“Ugh,” Wuyang groaned loudly. He flopped down on his bed and hit the button on his phone to turn it to a video call.
“That bad, huh?” Mizuki said, immediately turning his camera on in response. “C’mon, let’s see it.”
Wuyang tilted his camera down towards his lap. He then awkwardly proceeded to pull his pants down with one hand, his phone bobbing all over the place as he tried to keep it stable. His cock bounced free and he heard an intake of breath from Mizuki.
“That bad indeed,” came Mizuki's reply. “Well. Go on. Touch yourself for me.”
Wuyang could barely speak. His thoughts were all racing down the length of his body and pooling in the pit of his stomach. His fingers wrapped around himself and he started to stroke.
Mizuki hummed appreciatively. “Good boy. Keep going.”
Wuyang keened at the praise. He kept his hand in motion, twisting his wrist for extra friction when he felt he needed it. He was definitely moaning Mizuki’s name.
He could hear some shuffling and the bed creaking from the other end of the call. Looking back at his screen, he saw Mizuki had sat up on both knees, the toy from earlier now positioned underneath him. He seemed to have propped his phone up to give the best view. Wuyang watched, enraptured, as Mizuki slowly lowered himself onto the toy.
“Oh my god,” Wuyang managed. His eyes widened and he gripped his cock tighter.
“Uh-huh,” Mizuki said. “You like that, huh?”
Wuyang nodded, forgetting that Mizuki couldn’t see the motion from this angle. “Y-yes. Yeah. Wow.”
Mizuki smirked and started to move his hips faster, sinking down on the toy and moaning with pleasure as he bottomed out. Wuyang began to time his strokes with Mizuki’s movements. “Tell me what you’re doing, babe,” Mizuki purred.
Wuyang stuttered. “I’m, uh, I’m. Touching myself.”
Mizuki laughed. “Yeah I figured. Enjoying it?”
“Yes. Y-yeah, so much. I’m thinking about you.”
“Sure hope so. I am putting on a show for you, after all.”
“Thinking about Rialto.” Wuyang groaned at the thought. “You on top of me like that.”
“You feel better than this does,” Mizuki said. “Bigger. Warmer. Better.”
Wuyang couldn’t stand this. He wanted to be there in that dim room with Mizuki more than anything. “Want to be there so bad,” he whined, moving his hand faster on his cock.
“Yeah. Yeah, me too.”
Wuyang’s hips lifted off the bed as he stroked faster, his back arching at the pleasure. “M-Mizu please.”
“Come on then,” Mizuki replied, tone firm. “Let me see you.”
Wuyang made sure his phone was angled properly, showcasing his length, and watched as Mizuki slowly pulled off the toy, then crawled closer to the camera to watch.
“Be a good boy.”
Wuyang whimpered.
“Cum for me,” Mizuki ordered.
Wuyang’s thighs shook and he jerked his hips up, letting out a loud gasp as he shot over his abs. He felt drops hit his chest and chin, which surely meant his phone was a mess now too.
“That’s it,” Mizuki praised. “Worth it?”
Wuyang flapped his hand in midair, out of line of sight of the camera. “Uh-huh.”
He could feel the pent up energy leeching out of his body and into the sheets now that he had finally gotten off. He switched his phone camera back to first person and grinned lazily at Mizuki. “You made me make a mess,” he accused lightly.
“I did nothing,” replied Mizuki. “That was all you. In fact, I can’t take any of the blame for this.”
Wuyang propped up on his elbow, a rush of energy coming back to him. “Um, excuse me? You started this. Texting me like that?”
“Hm? Oh, that was nothing. You’ll live.” Mizuki smirked on the other side of the camera. “We should definitely do this again some time. You’re fun.”
Wuyang scowled at him. “I should block your number.”
“You could do that,” Mizuki shrugged. “But you won’t.”
Wuyang sighed. He wouldn’t. Not with the miasma of feeling growing in his chest. “You’re right,” he admitted.
“I usually am,” teased Mizuki with a wink. “Anyways, it’s late here. Not sure why you kept me up past my bedtime like this.”
“Hey—!” But Mizuki had hung up.
Wuyang glared at his phone. This was so unfair. There was only so much he could do without being closer to Mizuki.
A moment later his phone buzzed. It was a simple kissing emoji from Mizuki.
What a jerk, Wuyang thought fondly.