The live session ended, leaving the room in complete silence.

Mean stared at the screen, the endgame result was still on. He clicked the snap, uploading it on his story with a tag.

A smirk curled his lips. The result was so satisfying that he had to save the image. Plan had tried very hard to distract Mean with those pouty lips or by those intense stares. Mean had not missed the way the boy had called him daddy, a definite way for Plan to try to distract Mean.

Despite all that, Mean had won.

A ping brought him back to reality. He looked down at his phone to see the reply of his story in his IG inbox. With a content smile Mean double-tapped the notification.

"Satisfied with the result, I see," the message read.

Mean typed out his reply, thinking for a moment and adding the last word before hitting it off.

"I earned it, kitten."

The reply came within a second, "What do you want as a reward, daddy?"

Mean sucked in a breath, reading the message with fixed eyes. Plan had called him 'daddy' now and then in front of their friends or close circle to tease him, laughing at Mean's flustered face.

Today he did the same for the fans but privately, like this... it was a first.

Mean held his breath as he typed his reply, "what are you offering, kitten?"

The dots came up, making Mean sit down on the chair, the phone gripped in his hand.

"I can offer you whatever you want, daddy."

Mean could feel the tickling in his guts, "are you sure?"

The reply was instant, "yes, daddy."

Mean stole a glance at the door, debating with himself before he rushed to close it and bolt it tightly.

He came to sit on the chair, opening his LINE instead.

"Where are you?" Mean typed, staring at the screen with fixed eyes.

"In my bedroom, daddy," came the reply.

Mean's fingers hovered over the keyboard. Was Plan just joking with him? Just to start teasing him after a few messages? That would be humiliating.

"Show me," Mean typed.

The moment passed after that in anticipation. The sudden ring of his phone made Mean jump, he hissed, accepting the video call on his laptop.

The first thing he saw was Plan's face, flushed and apprehensive.

Mean could not look away, the glitches on the screen were making his vision unclear. Mean cursed loudly, willing the network to be steady for once.

"Why are you doing this?" Mean asked desperately, feeling his pulse quicken.

"You wanted to see me, daddy," came Plan's breathy reply.

Mean chocked on air, "Plan!"

Plan placed his laptop somewhere, going on the bed to sit on his knees, "yes, daddy?"

Mean felt his shaft thickening, he pressed down on it with the base of his hand, "are you sure?"

Plan understood what Mean was asking, the blush looked so breathtaking on his cheeks, "yes, daddy."

The urge to touch the boy, to drag his lips down the path of that throat, was undeniable but Mean knew he wouldn't be able to leave the house before letting go for once.

"Strip," Mean bit out through his clenched teeth, "now."

Plan nodded, scrambling to pull the shirt off. Mean waited with bated breath as the boy went on his knees, shoving his pants down.

Mean sucked in a breath, untying his own jogger to shove his left hand into the pant.

Plan sat, completely bare for Mean's eyes. Mean watched the boy, giving himself a hard squeeze.

"Spread your knees," Mean whispered, thanking the internet for finally stabilizing.

Plan looked at him, his lower lip bitten between his teeth, "I can't see you properly, daddy."

Mean sighed, pushing himself back a little so that Plan could see him sitting there on the chair.

Plan's eyes roamed over Mean's body, a whine left the boy's lips, "you are still dressed. Undress first."

Mean pulled on a mask of control, frowning at Plan, "don't order me what to do, kitten."

The reaction was mind-numbing. Plan's cheeks turned bright red, those eyes widening as a shaky breath left Plan's lips. Mean held his breath as Plan nodded, slowly parting his knees.

Mean cursed under his breath when he saw how hard Plan already was.

"Touch yourself," Mean said under his breath, watching as Plan followed his order, giving himself a light stroke.

Mean stroked himself too, rubbing the slit to prolong the orgasm.

"If I were there, what would you want me to do, kitten?" Mean asked, watching Plan intently.

Plan closed his eyes, rubbing himself with hesitance and staying silent.

"Don't test my patience, kitten," Mean growled, "answer me."

Plan's eyes flew open, his hand moving fast, "I..." he breathed out, "I want your mouth on me."

Mean felt those words wash over him, "where? Where do you want me to touch you?"

"Everywhere," Plan whispered, "everywhere. I want you, Mean. I- I miss you."

The words were said with such vulnerability, Mean halted for a second. The show, the roleplay, stopped for a moment as they both stared at each other with complete adoration.

Mean coughed, shaking his head, "be specific, kitten. Where do you want me to touch you?"

Plan seemed to collect himself visibly, looking at Mean with intense eyes, "I want you to kiss me," his breath hitched as his hand sped up on his shaft, "I want your mouth on mine."

Mean let out a groan, "then? Then what?"

Plan shook his head, "then..."

Mean urged on, "say it."

Plan's hand crept up to pinch his own nipple, "then you would bite me," a moan, "here."

Mean rubbed his slit, pressing his lips together to hold onto that growl. Plan looked so appealing, sitting on his knees, posture so open and vulnerable for only Mean to see.

"I would suck onto your nipple slowly," Mean whispered, "do you want that, kitten?"

Plan nodded, urgent and weak as he pulled the nubbins with his thumb and forefinger.

"Then I would lay you down," Mean murmured again, keeping his shaft in a tight hold, "kiss down your body..."

Plan looked at the camera, watching Mean with a flustered expression, "and...?"

Mean started stroking himself, "prep yourself, kitten, go on your hands and knees. Prep yourself."

Plan's eyes widened, for a second he just stared at Mean and then the boy was shaking his head, "I... I don't have lube... I..."

Mean shrugged, "suck onto your finger then, show daddy how much you want him. Come on."

Plan sat up properly, looking at Mean with those dilated pupils, "m-my fingers?"

Mean nodded, "come on. Coat them up with your saliva."

Plan hesitated, looking at Mean and then back at his fingers, "I have never touched myself," the blush intensified on those cheeks, "th-there."

Mean smirked, "then do it now. Bend over, face me and bend."

Plan did it, he faced Mean, eyes still on Mean's face as he went on his hands and knees.

"Hips up, kitten," Mean whispered, stroking himself leisurely, "let me see."

Plan did, his hips thrust high and face almost touching the mattress as he opened his mouth to press his middle finger into his mouth. Mean watched with utter fascination as Plan coated his finger with slow, cautious suction.

"Think of it as daddy's cock and suck it, baby," Mean murmured, "push it down till the base of your throat."

Plan's eyes rolled close, his lips closing onto the finger with urgency. Mean watched as Plan's cheeks hollowed.

"Another finger," Mean said, "roll your tongue onto them, show me how much you want me, kitten."

Plan didn't answer, his eyes closed as his index finger joined the middle one in his mouth.

Mean could see those fingers glistening with saliva, Plan's lips trembling.

"Enough," he commanded, "now prep yourself."

Plan stopped, eyes flying open to lock with Mean's impassive ones.

Mean watched how slowly Plan's hand went behind him, face contorting as Plan pushed the first finger into himself. He had never done it, it was always Mean prepping him as they either kissed or Plan gave him head. This was the first time Plan was preparing himself and Mean couldn't look away.

"Move your finger in and out," Mean said, "tell me how it feels."

Plan was breathing faster than normal, his face glistening with sweat, "it's... it doesn't feel the same when..." he stopped, blushing as his eyes found Mean, "you do it."

Mean stroked his cock roughly, twisting at the head, "add another finger, kitten. It will be fine. See how hard you made daddy."

Plan watched Mean jerk off, his eyes on Mean's shaft as Mean leaned back against the chair and fucked up into his hand.

A low mewl left Plan's mouth, his hips thrusting up into the air, "I want you here, daddy. Please."

Mean could feel his guts clenching as he watched Plan grip the bedsheet tightly in his hand, the other hand moving behind him.

"That's it, kitten," Mean said, "now think of it as my cock and fuck yourself on your finger."

Plan did, moving his hips and trying to get his fingers to reach his prostate.

Mean moved his hand in sync with Plan's hips, thinking of the times when he was doing that to Plan, when he was holding onto Plan's shoulder and thrusting in and out of the boy.

"Are you close, kitten?" Mean asked, coating his cock with the precum, "cause daddy is. Come on, come on."

Plan whined, his head bowing as his hand moved faster, "I can't reach the spot, daddy. I can't..."

Mean couldn't hold himself back. The vision was too exquisite for him to hold on to his orgasm for long. Plan was there, on his hands and knees, fucking himself on his own fingers and chanting Mean's name as if his life depended on it. Mean cursed as he heard a sob from Plan, his orgasm hitting him hard. He closed his eyes, leaning his head back as ropes of cum hit his stomach and abdomen, leaving behind a satisfying ache in his muscles.

The muffled sobs brought Mean back to reality, he looked at the screen to see Plan looking at him. His face flushed and eyes teary as he watched Mean with furrowed brows.

"Baby," Mean reached for the screen but Plan sat up, leaning forward to shut down the laptop.

Mean cursed, getting up to wipe his stomach and fix his attire.

All Mean could think about was Plan's tearful eyes and frustrated expression. He pulled the drawer open, taking up his car keys and wallet.

He barreled down the stairs, his parents were in the hall, watching him with raised brows.

"Don't wait up," Mean threw the words at them haphazardly, rushing out of the house for his car.

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Plan sat on his bed, irritated with himself.

Why was he missing Mean so much? They had met a few days ago. He took pride in not being too cheesy as a lover but here he was, naked and wiping in frustration.

The shame that Mean probably thought he was so naïve made Plan's inside crawl. What was the boy thinking of him? He was older than Mean and yet... he had never pleasured himself like that and sexting was never done by him.

He wiped his eyes, climbing out of the bed to pull on his pant, the T-shirt coming next.

The tiredness was getting on his nerves as he laid on the bed, staring at the ceiling.

No one was home. His parents were at his grandparents' house, staying the night to make sure they had everything prepared for the self-isolation.

Maybe that was the reason he almost jumped out of his skin when he heard the doorbell ring.

Who was there? He hadn't ordered anything.

With confusion marring his face, Plan stood up, walking out of the room to see Rocky already at the door. A smile curled his lips as Rocky scratched the door. Plan walked up to the door, opening it while chiding Rocky for coming out with him again.

Rocky mewed loudly, his tail standing straight as he latched himself with the guest's leg.

Plan couldn't stop him, neither did the guest. They both were too busy to stare at each other with shock on one's face and adoration on the other's.

"Mean?" Plan whispered, gripping the door tightly.

Mean didn't reply, instead, he grabbed at Plan's wrist, pulling him closer to his chest.

"I am sorry," those words were whispered into Plan's ears, making them red, "I should have taken care of my kitten more."

Rocky mewed in protest as Mean closed the door behind him, they both ignoring the cat.

"Y-you're here," Plan whispered, tilting his chin up to stare at Mean, "why?"

Mean kissed the side of Plan's forehead, "to make sure my kitten is doing great."

Plan said nothing, his eyes still searching Mean's face, but Mean couldn't hold back any longer.

A shocked yelp left Plan's lips, eyes widening he grasped for Mean's neck when the boy bent down to pick him up in bridal style.

"Mean!" Plan shrieked, "what are you doing?! Put me down!"

Mean smiled wickedly, "not here, kitten. In your room."

Plan couldn't voice his protest anymore. He turned his neck to see Rocky looking at them with wide eyes. Mean closed the door behind them as they reached the bedroom.

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Plan whined, thrashing on the bed. The back of his head dug into the pillow, fingers grasping the bedsheet tightly.

The sounds coming from his own mouth could have made him blush if he wasn't feeling the breathlessness he felt at that moment. Mean kissed his temple, his fingers working Plan open as the boy stared at Plan's flushed face. Plan could not match those intense eyes, his hands flew to grab onto Mean's nape as Mean's fingers found his prostate, pressing onto it with intent.

"Mean," he whimpered, "please."

Mean caressed Plan's chin, pulling his face up to lock their lips together. Plan gave in to that kiss, his moist lashes flapping with pleasure. Mean's lips were soft yet demanding, Plan arched up to get more of the boy's warmth, his hands grasping onto Mean's shoulder with desperation.

"Please..." he whispered against Mean's mouth, eyes opening to match Mean's.

"Please what... kitten?" Mean asked, his fingers curling up in Plan, causing the older boy to gasp with shock, his whole body thrumming with tension.

"I..." Plan whimpered, "I am ready."

"Ready for what?" Mean asked, looking at Plan's face intently.

"For," Plan looked away from those eyes, scared to lose himself in the depth of them, "for you. Please."

Mean leaned close, hot breath fanning over the older boy's ear, "you know what you have to say, kitten."

Plan felt his frustration growing, the muscles of his stomach tightening with need.

He grabbed at Mean's nape, pulling the boy down to kiss him strongly, "fuck me, daddy. Now."

Mean sucked in a breath, rolling Plan under him to cage the boy between his arms. Plan moaned as he felt Mean's body over him, their groins rubbing together.

Mean sat up on his knees, smirking at Plan as the older boy watched him with dilated pupils.

Plan watched Mean tear the wrapper of the condom with his teeth, pulling out the ring to place it on his shaft. Mean rolled it on leisurely, making the process extra slow to tease Plan. Plan whined, feeling the throb in his abdomen.

A chuckle left Mean's lips, the boy patted Plan's stomach, "on your hands and knees, kitten."

Plan nodded, scrambling onto his knees to turn and assemble himself as Mean wanted. He felt the flutter in his chest when Mean kissed the dimples on his lower back, one by one, caressing his hips to adjust him properly.

The press of Mean's shaft made Plan arch his hips, gripping the pillow.

Mean pressed in completely, the momentum making Plan rock forward until the younger boy grabbed Plan's shoulder and pulled him back. The sense of fullness engulfed Plan's senses, making him roll his eyes close.

Mean made sure that Plan was okay before pulling out and pressing back in with force. Plan cried out, the sensation of Mean moving into him too much for his sensitive insides. Plan lolled his head down, pressing down on his lips to hold onto the moans.

"Don't hide from me," Mean said, moving with the rhythm, his cock pressing in and out of Plan with fast and sharp strokes.

Plan whined, feeling his insides clench around Mean's cock, making the drag intensify, "faster. Move faster."

Mean's left hand came to hold Plan's throat, pulling him back as he fucked into the boy, his right hand holding Plan's hip to steady him.

Plan could feel tears pooling in his eyes, the sensation too much as he heard the slap of skin against the skin in the quiet room. Mean was speeding up now, his strokes sharp, slapping the back of Plan's thighs with his front. Plan reached for his own ignored cock, stroking it along with Mean's rhythm.

"That's it, baby," Mean murmured, "come on."

Plan whined, his head rolling back as Mean grabbed his hair now, pushing in and out fast. The gut-clenching sensation was spreading in Plan's body, he could feel Mean losing his breath behind him. His own breathing was speeding up, the muscles in his stomach coiling in themselves.

Plan moved his hand over his shaft with speed, feeling the way Mean's cock slapped into him, nudging his prostate.

"Cum for me, kitten," Mean said, pulling Plan back to plaster him against Mean's chest as he fucked up into him.

Plan shook his head as Mean bit his earlobe, the force of the boy's thrusts intensifying, "milk your daddy in you. Cum for me, kitten. Now."

And Plan did, with a loud moan he came, the white ropes of cum hitting the bedsheet under him.

His pliant body fell forward and Mean grabbed his hips to pull him up. Plan laid there, his cheek mashed against the mattress and body moving with Mean's thrusts. The burn where Mean's cock slid inside him was intensifying, too sensitive now that Plan had cum.

He looked over his shoulder at Mean, watching the boy with tearful eyes, "cum in me, daddy. Please."

Mean's eyes met him, the frantic hunger in them making Plan arch his hip.

With two more thrusts, Mean came inside Plan, moaning as Plan's insides milked him until the last drop.

Plan hissed as Mean pulled himself free, watching how Mean tied up the condom and threw it in the bin.

"Wash up?" Mean asked when Plan turned on his back and opened his arms.

Plan bit his lips, eyes downcast as heat bloomed on his cheeks, "maybe after another round later?"

Mean said nothing, instead, he collapsed on Plan, hiding his face in Plan's nape. Plan's arms came around Mean, gathering the boy closer to his chest and kissing the crown of his head.

"Just so you know, you can't call me 'kitten' daily," Plan said.

Mean chuckled, the laugh rumbling in his chest and vibrating through Plan's, "but I will when I want to fuck you into the mattress, right?"

Plan said nothing, closing his eyes he let his nails scratch Mean's back. Mean needed to realise that this kitten had claws.

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So this is based on the 2wish live where Mean called Plan 'kitten' and Plan called Mean 'daddy.'

I hope you liked this as I wrote it in haste. Make sure to leave vote and comments.

I will upload more OS like this if I get feedbacks.

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Emi.

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