y'all think alban and sonny do that thing where they pretend to flirt/say sexual shit but they're not really pretending but they're trying to justify that they're pretending and they keep pushing it until they wind up just straight erping and one day they start doing it over a discord call and keep going until they're basically having phone sex without acknowledging it until finally one of them slips and makes some vocalization- a breath, a gasp, perhaps just the wet sound that comes from touching oneself-

"a- are you... alban...?"
"fuck, i'm so hard right now... sonny..."

the breathy little whine in his voice is doing things to sonny as he pulls himself out of his pants and says the most cliche line known to man, but in the heat of the moment it doesn't even register-

"what would you do if you were here right now?"

and alban tells him, breathless and needy, all pretense of coy banter abandoned for the honesty of hearing sonny's hitched breaths through his headphones, like the man's right there beside him- he groans, then, he wants sonny beside him, wants to see his eyes go hazy with lust, wants to feel the throb of his pulse on his tongue; he says it all and his reward is the sudden jingle of an incoming call over discord.

the video isn't the best, but then, neither is alban's; the grainy low-light video footage of each other's arousals adds to the liminal eroticism of this moment as sonny asks him if he likes what he sees and alban is struck anew that this is sonny he's talking to, sonny that's worked up like this- all for him, just for him. alban knox has watched a lot of porn in his life, but somehow this- low-light and imperfect video- is the hottest thing he's ever seen.

"you should come over here, help me out... fix the problem you caused," sonny breathes; it's unfair that a probable-virgin with anxiety could say something so alluring, but alban groans despite himself.

"come here yourself," alban says through a throaty chuckle. and he's fooled around before, even if he's never gone all the way with another man- but he knows in his heart that if sonny was here, they'd find a way- he shivers, then, as his hand dips lower, the unfamiliar sensation of a gentle press at his entrance is itself exciting, almost as much as the sharp intake of breath from the other end of the line when sonny realizes what he's doing.

"you want to? you- you want me to fuck you?" sonny asks, voice pitching up at the end and half-incredulous and harder than he's ever been in his life, possibly. "alban?" he asks again, but the man just whines and lets out a little gasp, a breathy sound suspiciously similar to sonny's name as he touches himself, just a bit. he can't do much like this, doesn't feel like getting up to get the lube from his room and possibly shatter this liminal moment between them- but the thought of sonny working him open does more for him than his own hands ever have. alban grows shameless in his actions, shifting so sonny can see his index finger as it dips inside of him.

"fuck i want it, get your ass over here- get between my legs, give me something to really moan about," alban says, almost petulant in his demands ass he starts to work his finger in and out of himself, searching for that spot that makes him feel hot and molten inside- and shivering when he does find it. sonny watches as a thick bead of precum snakes its way down alban's shaft and across his hand- and feels himself throb when the man gathers it up and uses it to smooth the way so he can fuck himself better. and sonny's never wanted to suck a dick, really- never wanted to swallow around someone and feel them shudder against him- but in that moment he can feel himself salivate at the thought of alban's heavy weight on his tongue.

as alban works himself open, sonny fucks up into his fist, pretends it's something better, someone who can wrap their legs around him and pull him close-

"would you do that for me, open yourself up and hold me close?" he breathes, not even aware of the shit he's saying anymore as he shifts, too, moves to his knees so he can start thrusting into his hand with his hips, give alban the same kind of show alban's putting on and damn to the consequences; his laptop's had cum on it before. "or do you want- fuck- do you want it another way? on your knees?" he asks, voice pitched low with desire. alban swears and does just that, gets on his knees and presents his ass to the camera, face down in the bedsheets so his hands are free to go back to what they were doing. alban spreads his cheeks, briefly, shows sonny his twitching entrance and heavy leaking cock.

"like what you see?" he asks, faux-suave, a hint of nervousness creeping in even now, when they're doing this.

"maybe i'll take a taste," sonny breathes, and maybe if you asked him a few days ago he'd state no interest in eating ass, but things change, and people change- and right now all he wants is to have alban any way he can get him. the surreality of what they're doing is lost on him in the moment, filtered just enough by the grain of the webcam and the distance between them for sonny to have no self-consciousness when he speaks. "i want to fuck you," he whispers, like it's a confession. alban swears and shoves a second finger inside of himself even if there's not enough lube.

"do it- give it to me, fuck. i'm close, sonny, i'm so close. wish you were here... wanna make you come. wanna feel it... come on, give it to me." he pants, hips stuttering as he presses back against his fingers and pulls himself off, shifting on the bed so he can watch sonny's cock leaking on the webcam as he does so. "you're so close, want to taste it, want- fuck," he groans, cock throbbing as the heat builds low inside of him- and then he does something he will probably never acknowledge doing ever again. "onii, give it to me," he whines.

sonny swears a blue streak and pumps his hips, one, twice, profanity falling from his lips as his motions become erratic.

"yeah, you want- fuck, just let it all go, onii-chan's gonna take good care of you- god dammit, why did you say that- gonna fill you up so good alban," he growls, "take it, take it baby, fuck, alban," he groans as he paints the image on his screen in white. alban follows behind him, riding his fingers so hard he nearly kicks his laptop off the bed, whimpering like a bitch in heat as pleasure wracks his body and he's forced to reckon with the fact that every single thing he's ever heard about how good it feels to bottom is true.

for a while, there's only the sound of panting breaths and rustling fabric as alban and sonny slowly come down from the delirious high of their orgasm. sonny manages to find the strength of mind to wipe the cum off his screen before it can set and cause a real problem.

"man... the fuck was that," alban asks, voice muffled from where his face is still buried in his own sheets.

"i don't... sex?" sonny asks, because he can't think right now, his mind is still halfway buried in alban's ass.

"well, it's not not sex," alban says, slowly flopping to the side and then wriggling a bit so he can face the screen. "did you cum on your screen?" he asks, the humor of the situation starting to set in.

"i cleaned it off," sonny says, half-defensive, finally gathering enough braincells to consider that perhaps he should tuck his flaccid cock back into his boxer briefs (red) now that fun time is over. alban laughs- an easy, delirious thing that has sonny realizing all at once how stupid they both are. he laughs, too- the kind of thing that comes and goes, starts again in waves until both people are breathless and teary-eyed and they don't even know why they're laughing anymore- and in a moment of bright-eyed wonder, sonny considers if this is what it's supposed to be like to love someone.

it's a tentative new thing between them- and more than a little embarrassing the morning after- but it's exciting, too.

sonny can't wait to schedule their next collab.