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seonghwa puts his head on hongjoong’s chest, softly smiling and closing his eyes. hongjoong moves his hand around seonghwa feeling warm inside, putting it on seonghwa's head, softly patting it.
“you know what i’ve been thinking about?” seonghwa asks, putting his leg around hongjoong.
hongjoong hums; playing with the older’s hair.
“why don’t we move in together?” seonghwa looks up at the younger.
hongjoong freezes for a moment; he hasn’t thought about it until now.
“what?” the younger whispers.
“i mean, we always have to be careful when we’re at your place. and it’s not that i don’t like spending time with mingi, but i think it would be nice to be just the two of us and do things in our peace.”
“i don’t know, hwa. i’ll have to think about it.” hongjoong loves spending time at seonghwa’s apartment. he loves that it’s closer to his studio and it seems cozier and calmer than his shared apartment with mingi.
“of course.” seonghwa kisses hongjoong’s collar bones. “no rush, take your time, angel.” the older puts his head back on hongjoong’s chest.
seonghwa feels relaxed; after all, this is his favorite spot to sleep or to take a nap. hongjoong likes the connection that is between them, he finds it very intimate.
seonghwa throws his arm around hongjoong's tummy, resting his hand on the youngest waist, softly squeezing it. "i could stay here forever." seonghwa mumbles, squeezing his face on hongjoong's chest, and feels hongjoong's chest vibrating with laughter.
hongjoong runs his fingers through the older’s hair, looking down at him and smiling, the only thing in his mind is seonghwa peacefully staying on his chest.
seonghwa squeezes hongjoong’s waist one more time, then slowly moves it under his shirt. he gently moves his fingers on the younger’s stomach, slowly going to his pecs, resting them there. he waits a few seconds to get a reaction, but when he doesn’t get any, he softly tracing one time his fingers over the nipple.
the action takes hongjoong by surprise, who almost fell asleep. but he doesn’t move, instead, he keeps his eyes closed, waiting for seonghwa’s next move. he feels seonghwa’s fingers starting to move again, but this time slowly circling the nipple. he tries to stop himself from making noises, but the gasp that he lets out when seonghwa flicks his nipple gives away the fact that he is awake.
seonghwa raises his head, smirking. he continues to play with hongjoong’s nipple, alternating between pinching and flicking it. hongjoong bites his lip to stop himself from moaning, not wanting to give seonghwa the satisfaction that this is affecting him more than it should.
seonghwa moves from hongjoong’s chest and supports the weight of his head with his free hand, the other one moving to the other nipple. he starts slowly, by massaging the pecs, his focus is on hongjoong’s face, admiring the way hongjoong throws his head back, still biting his lip.
seonghwa switches from massaging the pec, to pinching the nipple, in hopes that maybe the younger will make a noise.
hongjoong bites his lip so hard, that he almost can taste the blood. he moves one of his hands on seonghwa’s hair, softly pulling on his hair and then pushing it towards his pecs. he loves having the older one playing with his nipples, but he loves it more when seonghwa has his mouth on them.
seonghwa gets the message and takes his hand from under hongjoong’s t-shirt. he gets back on his knees, looking at hongjoong’s legs which are glued to each other, heels in the mattress. the older moves the same hand that played with hongjoong’s nipples, slowly traces his fingers on hongjoong’s thighs a few times, and then he moves to the knees, where he spreads hongjoong’s legs. seonghwa moves between his legs, looking at the younger’s crotch, seeing that all his teasing makes hongjoong hard. the older smirks and softly traces the outline of it while he looks at hongjoong to see if he can get any reaction from him. he sighs when he realizes that hongjoong won’t give in, so he lifts hongjoong’s t-shirt.
“baby-“ seonghwa puts his fingers on the younger’s chin “-let me hear you.” he tugs the lip out from between the teeth.
hongjoong softly moans, more in disappointment than anything. he knows that sooner or later the older would’ve got a noise out of him, but he’s stubborn and doesn’t want to boost his ego. he is lost in his thoughts, so he doesn’t realize when seonghwa starts twisting both of his nipples this time. the pitch moan that leaves his mouth makes seonghwa stop, smirking.
“that’s my good boy.” he leans down, pecking hongjoong’s lips a few times. he sits back up, caressing hongjoong’s cheek; the younger closes his eyes, not paying attention to seonghwa when he lifts his t-shirt so he can have access to his nipples.
hongjoong gasps again, feeling seonghwa licking around one of his nipples. hongjoong puts one of his hands to his mouth to stop himself from moaning, while he moves the other one to seonghwa’s hair, not knowing what to do with it.
seonghwa bites gently around one of the nipples, swirling his tongue around hongjoong’s left nipple before drawing it into his mouth, squeezing and rolling the other between his fingers. hongjoong closes his eyes and presses harder on his mouth, trying his hardest not to let out a sound, too embarrassed now by how easily seonghwa’s actions can affect him. seonghwa looks up at hongjoong, bites his nipple harder, and pinches harder than the other one, making hongjoong arch his back. he stands up again, putting his palms around hongjoong’s head, and looking at him. hongjoong opens his eyes when he feels that seonghwa stops; regretting his decision to open them since he can see seoghwa’s eyes darken, one of his eyebrows rises, and tilts his head to one side.
“now-” seonghwa takes hongjoong’s palm that’s covering his mouth and he lays it down beside his head, holding it there “-why are you trying to be quiet again?”
hongjoong whimpers. he looks everywhere, but seonghwa. his mind is empty, the only thought he has is seonghwa’s mouth on him
“i don’t want mingi to hear us.” hongjoong whispers the first thing that comes into his mind.
seonghwa smirks. he knows that hongjoong is already too lost in everything to think straight. he leans down next to hongjoong’s ear and bites the lobe gently.
“you can be as loud as you want, you know we are home alone.” seonghwa whispers, kissing down from hongjoong’s ear to his jaw, and then on his lips. hongjoong kisses him back, whimpering and trying to move his arms. seonghwa bites his lower lip, standing up and moving their arms until they are above hongjoong’s head, where he chooses to hold both of the younger hands with just one of his hands.
hongjoong looks at seonghwa, partially confused, partially wanting more.
seonghwa just winks at him, and moves down to kiss the younger one on the lips; hongjoong follows seonghwa to kiss him again when he starts to stand again, with no success, so he falls back on the mattress. seonghwa moves so he straddles one of hongjoong’s thighs, while he puts one of his legs on his boyfriend’s dick and then moves down to his chest again.
“i could do this all day.” seonghwa adds before he starts to suck the skin around one of the nipples.
hongjoong moans loudly at the touch, trying to arch his back, but seonghwa puts his free hand on his waist, holding him down. he then moves his hand to the other nipple, pinching it hard. it makes hongjoong throw his head back and to moans seonghwa’s name loudly, which makes the older smirk, moving to the other nipple, biting it hard.
“fuck, seong-“ hongjoong moans but is interrupted by seonghwa, who presses his leg harder into his dick; which makes hongjoong moans loudly and arches his back, closing his eyes and throwing his head back.
“angel?” seonghwa asks, letting his hands free and putting them around hongjoong’s head.
hongjoong gives no response, instead, he’s trying to catch his breath.
“hey, angel.” seonghwa tries again, caressing his cheeks. “did you just come?”
hongjoong bites his lip and puts his palms on his face, too scared and ashamed to say something.
seonghwa smiles, gently taking hongjoong’s hands from his face and kissing his forehead.
“hey.” seonghwa tries again, still caressing hongjoong’s cheek “it’s okay!” he leans down to kiss his cheeks. “and if you ask me, i think it’s really hot that you come just from nipple stimulation.” he whispers in the younger’s ear; at which the younger just whimper. “now let’s get you clean, and we can go to bed.”
“but what about you?” hongjoong wonders, opening his eyes.
seonghwa winks. “we’ll take care of that later. now let’s go and take a shower.”
“-are you sure you heard him right?” hongjoong asks mingi, who is too preoccupied watching tv. “mingi!” hongjoong leans over to mingi, so he can hit him in the arm.
mingi looks at him, as in asking him to repeat the question.
“you said that you heard him yesterday talking with yeosang about some bralettes?” the older enunciate, saying the last words more in a questionable way.
“oh, that.” mingi turns his whole body to look at hongjoong. “i didn’t pay that much attention to their conversation, but seonghwa hyung found an ad scrolling through the internet about some lace bralettes, and he said you would look good wearing them or something like that.”
hongjoong blushes. badly. his whole face is red.
“the idiot.” he cries, putting his palms on his face.
mingi laughs. so much. his body is shaking.
“don’t worry, hyung. you know those two talk about the most random thing. you should’ve heard yeosang telling seonghwa hyung about that time when jongho almo-“
“i don’t want to know, thank you!” hongjoong puts his palm on mingi’s mouth.
hongjoong sighs, sitting down back on the couch and pulling his phone out of his jeans. if his boyfriend can’t shut his mouth and will brag to yeosang about his dream with bralettes, maybe he should make it real.
a few days later, seonghwa is at hongjoong and mingi’s apartment, making dinner with his boyfriend.
“i think one of those days, mingi will come to me to announce that he’ll move in with yunho.” hongjoong fake cries, looking into the fridge for some more tomatoes.
seonghwa laughs, opening the cabinets to look for a clean pan.
“stop laughing, i’ll be roommateless and alone.”
seonghwa puts the pan that he found on the stove and turns to look at his boyfriend, rising one of his eyebrows.
“alone? while i’m here? the audacity.” seonghwa pouts and turns around.
hongjoong runs to him and hugs him from behind.
“you know what i mean. i’ll live alone here. i’ll be alone.”
seonghwa turns around to face hongjoong and puts his arms on his shoulders. “we could always move together if that happens.” he laughs, letting hongjoong know that he is just joking. “and seriously? ‘roommateless’? is the even a word?”
hongjoong jokingly slaps seonghwa’s shoulder. seonghwa hugs him harder.
“speaking of ‘being alone’-” seonghwa softly says, looking into hongjoong’s eyes and playing with his hair “-remember when i told you last week that maybe my boss will relocate me to another country for an unlimited period?”
hongjoong nods, holding him closer if that’s even possible.
“he told me today that another four coworkers i will go to europa for at least three months.”
hongjoong bites his lips, preventing himself from starting to cry. “when are you going?”
“this weekend.” seonghwa whispers, kissing his forehead and hugging him as close as he can.
hongjoong is ready to say something, but a knock on the door is interrupting him. seonghwa lets hongjoong go, turning around to go and open the door since he’s closer, but hongjoong beats him, opening the door and taking the package from the courier man.
“what is that?” seonghwa looks suspiciously at hongjoong.
the younger is lost in words, not knowing what to say. he blurts out a ‘for mingi’ and runs to mingi’s room with it.
seonghwa is confused, but he lets it slide this time. he knows that the package is not for mingi from the way the younger reacts, but he thinks that it’s better to not ask, since he knows that hongjoong would’ve told him if it was something important.
he turns back to cooking, putting the pan on the stove and putting some oil in it. he is too lost in his thoughts when he cuts the tomatoes that hongjoong found earlier, that it took him by surprise when he feels arms around him, the second time tonight.
“i’m back!” hongjoong kisses the back of seonghwa’s neck.
seonghwa turns his head to kiss hongjoong’s cheek. “what do you want to do after we eat?” seonghwa asks, returning to cutting the tomatoes.
“oh.” hongjoong trace a line with his nose from seonghwa’s neck to his ear. “i have a few ideas!” he whispers into the older’s ear.
seonghwa giggles. he just giggles. that’s not the reaction that hongjoong expects from him.
“brave are we, hmm.” seonghwa wipes his hands, moves the tomatoes and everything to the left on the counter, and easily lifts hongjoong, putting him on the counter.
hongjoong takes one of seonghwa’s hands in his, pulling him as close as possible to him.
“only for you!” hongjoong grins, putting his legs around seonghwa’s waist.
seonghwa giggles. he shouldn’t, but hongjoong’s bravery took him by surprise and he doesn’t know how to react.
“stop laughing and kiss me!” hongjoong whines, pulling seonghwa down by his neck, crashing their lips together.
the older’s breath is taken away by hongjoong’s sudden action. he kisses the younger back, putting his hands on his waist, squeezing it. hongjoong moans, putting his hands around seonghwa’s neck and tugging at the hair on his nape. seonghwa groans, starting to move his hands from his waist under hongjoong’s sweatshirt, but the latter stops the kiss to catch his breath and to keep seonghwa’s hands on his waist.
“is everything okay?” seonghwa worried looks at hongjoong, brushing his hair out of his face.
hongjoong nods. “everything is perfect.” he kisses seonghwa again, biting his lower lip softly.
seonghwa gets the message that maybe tonight the younger is not in the mood to be touched on his chest, so he moves his hands on his thighs, continuing to kiss him, making hongjoong whine. he starts to leave open-mouthed kisses from hongjoong’s mouth to his jaw and then to his neck. the younger tilts his head to the opposite side, giving seonghwa more space to kiss him.
the older knows that hongjoong’s biggest weakness after his nipples are touched, is neck kisses. he gently bites his skin, licking after each bite, making hongjoong lose his mind.
“love?” seonghwa whispers in his ears, stopping from biting, and hongjoong automatically puts his hand on seonghwa’s hair, pushing him back into his neck for more. “joongie-” seonghwa tries again, louder this time.
the younger hums, waiting for seonghwa to continue.
“can i mark you up?” seonghwa asks, moving one of his hands to care hongjoong’s face, but softly still kissing his neck.
hongjoong’s breath hitches, tugging harder at seonghwa’s hair. “always.”
seonghwa moves one of his hands on the younger’s thighs, the other one resting on his neck. he starts to kiss hongjoong’s neck again, wanting to tease him a little.
“please do som-” is all hongjoong manages to say, before seonghwa starts to suck on his skin, making him arch his back.
hongjoong is lost in pleasure, he doesn’t know where to put his hands or what to do with them; all he can think off is seonghwa leaving marks on his neck. his legs let go of seonghwa’s waist; his left hand moves on his own down to the older’s dick, teasing him through the pants. seonghwa puts his head on the younger’s shoulder; his fingers grabbing firmly hongjoong’s thigh.
seonghwa looks at the younger’s face, his other hand still on his cheek. he kisses hongjoong on the lips; his tongue begins very lightly to brush hongjoong’s lips. the younger parts of his lips; seonghwa lightly runs his tongue along his lips and slides his tongue in hongjoong’s mouth. they both moan at the same time; hongjoong’s hands move to seonghwa’s back, slightly scratching it, while seonghwa’s hands move around hongjoong’s waist, holding him close.
hongjoong separate at some point, the need for air too big. seonghwa gently sucks on the younger’s tongue, making him whimper.
“can we-” hongjoong puts his hands around seonghwa’s neck and his face on his shoulder, trying to catch his breath “can we go to the bedroom?”
seonghwa doesn’t say anything; he puts his arms under hongjoong’s thighs, lifting him up.
on their little way to the bedroom, hongjoong starts to kiss seonghwa’s neck, the sudden action making the older almost trip, which makes both of them laugh. hongjoong kisses seonghwa all over his face, while the older struggles to open the bedroom door. the younger puts his palms on seonghwa’s face, kissing him on the nose and then on his lips. seonghwa closes the door and pushes the younger on it, deepening the kiss.
“bed, please.” hongjoong whispers, biting seonghwa’s lower lip.
seonghwa goes to the bed, hongjoong still in his arms; he leans down so hongjoong lays on his back, seonghwa over him. the younger moves higher on the bed, leaning on his elbows, and watching seonghwa lifting his shirt, throwing it somewhere on the floor. he takes a deep breath, knowing that the moment that he has been waiting for a few days is almost happening; it almost makes him anxious.
seonghwa climbs into bed, but stops in front of his boyfriend when he sees hongjoong face; he can tell that something is off, but he doesn’t know what exactly. he is scared that he did something wrong unconsciously, and fucked everything up.
“did something happen?” seonghwa is scared; scared that he hurt him somehow.
“what?” hongjoong tilts his head. “no, nothing happened. everything is okay.” he quickly adds, sitting up; thinking that his feelings might destroy the atmosphere. “you know that i would tell you if something wrong happens.”
“oh.” seonghwa manages to say. “okay, you got me worried that i did something.”
hongjoong gently smiles, moving so he stays in front of seonghwa. he takes one of the older hands in his, and drags him to the pillows; he closes his eyes and raises his arms over his head, so his lover can take off the sweatshirt.
“fuck.” seonghwa sucks in a breath after he takes off hongjoong’s piece of clothing. “you’ll be the death of me.”
hongjoong grins and lays down on the bed, with his head on the pillows.
he is wearing a black lace choker bralette; its cups are almost see-through, and only some small details are seen, but his nipples can be clearly seen. he wears a thin lace choker, which is connected to the bralette through a thick material band.
seonghwa doesn’t know where or what to touch first; so he quickly situates himself between the younger legs, leans over him and kisses him. hard. strong. he bites his bottom lip and stands up, his hands resting on hongjoong’s knees.
“so-” hongjoong sits back again on his elbows “-i guess you like it.”
seonghwa smirks, his fingers lightly tracing down from the choker to the end of the band, where the cups are. all he can think about is the ways he can ruin the smaller under him. he pushes hongjoong on his back; seonghwa starts to kiss him on his neck, then goes down to his collarbones, and then to his pecs. he starts to lick around one of hongjoong’s nipples through the material, while he pinches the other one.
hongjoong gasps, his back arching; both from the pleasure and wanting to take off the bralette. he can barely move his hands under his back, when seonghwa’s hands stop him, arching an eyebrow.
“what are you doing?” seonghwa asks, taking hongjoong’s arms and putting them on his shoulders.
“helping you to take it off?” hongjoong asks, even though he intended to state that.
“leave it.” seonghwa says, biting one of the nipples, making hongjoong moans in surprise “i have a few ideas with it.” he starts to suck around the nipple.
hongjoong whines, his hands in seonghwa’s hair, pulling it hard. seonghwa moans around the nipple, making the younger shiver.
seonghwa moves down from his chest to his abdomen, leaving open-mouthed kisses on his way down. once he’s at the same level as hongjoong’s cock, he kisses through the pants, making hongjoong grab the sheets, throwing his head back on the pillow. the older sits back on his knees, his fingers under the hem of hongjoong’s pants, pulling them down, his breath hitches when he sees lace; hongjoong looks down at him, waiting for his reaction. seonghwa bites his lip, pulling the pants all the way down. he feels like all the air in his lungs is gone. he looks at hongjoong, his innocent and pure boyfriend, wearing matching lingerie. lace. see-through.
hongjoong let’s out a shaky exhale the moment seonghwa’s finger runs over a damp spot of the underwear.
“angel?” seonghwa asks, squeezing one of hongjoong’s knees. “can i fuck your tits?”
the younger whimpers, slightly nodding his head.
“words, angel. i need words.”
“please, do it.” hongjoong barely says, his hands on his forehead like he couldn’t believe what is going to happen, his chest rising and falling quickly with anticipation.
“that’s my good boy.” seonghwa squeezes hongjoong’s knee one more time, this time in reassurance, and starts to move towards hongjoong’s chest. “angel, can you push your tits together?”
hongjoong whimpers at seonghwa’s words. he moves his hands from his forehead to his chest, pushing his pecs, making barely a crease; but it’s enough for the older to lose his mind watching hongjoong.
“such a good angel for me, always listening to what i say.” seonghwa says, jerking off his dick a few times before he pushes it between hongjoong’s tits. the friction of his dick on the bralette, hongjoong’s fingers that are touching him, and the eye contact between the two of them make seonghwa throw his head back in pleasure. “can’t believe i didn’t think about this earlier.” seonghwa groans, starting to go a little bit faster.
hongjoong feels intoxicated; seeing seonghwa fucking his tits makes his dick twitch. he wishes he would’ve come up with this idea sooner; seeing his boyfriend so lost in pleasure is making him lose his mind.
“as much as i wish to come on the bralette, i would rather come inside you.” seonghwa winks, leaning down and softly pecking hongjoong’s lips.
the younger whines, following seonghwa as he gets up and steals a kiss.
seonghwa return between hongjoong’s legs, taking the lace underwear down, and groaning seeing a butt plug. “what am i going to do with you, angel?” he presses a finger against the pink heart-shaped gem, pushing it deeper into his boyfriend; slowly starting to take out the butt plug, and then pushing it back.
hongjoong gasps loudly, his toes curling. “please” he begs; he doesn’t know for what, he just knows that he needs seonghwa to do something.
“please what, angel?” seonghwa continues to abuse his hole with the butt plug. “you were so brave earlier, now you can’t even talk.”
hongjoong bites his bottom lip, closes his eyes and whispers a “do something.” seonghwa wants to make the younger to beg more, but he is impatient as well. he puts the butt plug on the nightstand and searches for the lube on the drawer. he returns between hongjoong’s legs, puts a pillow under his boyfriend’s ass and puts some lube on his dick. he leans down, kissing hongjoong’s forehead, nose and then lips. he places his left hand next to hongjoong’s head, with the other one aligning his dick to hongjoong’s hole, and slowly pushing inside.
hongjoong sucks in a breath the moment seonghwa enters him, his back arching a bit, but seonghwa’s right hand on his waist is keeping him down. they both moan when seonghwa bottoms out; the older stops kissing him and looks at his face to see any signs of discomfort. hongjoong takes a few deep breaths and murmurs “you can move”.
seonghwa takes both of hongjoong’s hands and intertwines their fingers, holding them above hongjoong’s head. he starts to move slowly, still looking at the younger. with each thrust, hongjoong moans louder and higher.
“you feel so good around me, angel.” seonghwa whispers in hongjoong’s ear and then softly kisses over the marks that he did earlier. hongjoong gasps, his fingers tighten around seonghwa’s hands.
seonghwa gets back on his knees, his hands now on hongjoong waist, starting to thrust harder. he lightly runs one of his fingers over hongjoong’s abdomen, up to his chest, where he twists his nipples a bit. he grabs a hold of the thick material band of the bralette and tugs up his lover with it.
hongjoong gasps at the sudden action, but quickly follows it, leaning on his hands, his back arching.
“maybe i should buy you a leash and play with you. you would look so cute with it, my cute little puppy.” seonghwa groans, tugging harder at the band, bringing hongjoong to his lips and kissing him messily.
hongjoong clenches around seonghwa’s dick at the words “my little puppy”, making seonghwa smirk, and puts his arms around seonghwa, tugging at the hair at the nape of his neck, moaning into the kiss.
seonghwa moves so hongjoong sit in his lap now and puts the younger’s legs in a comfortable position for him to continue, leaning back on one hand. hongjoong stops what he’s doing and looks at seonghwa, his hands still at the back of his neck.
“why did you stop, angel?” seonghwa pulls harder the bralette’s band, forcing hongjoong to put his forehead on his own. “continue!” he tugs down the band, choking hongjoong a little.
hongjoong only whimpers, starting moving up and down on seonghwa’s dick, feeling him deeper than before.
“that’s it!” seonghwa growls, letting his head fall back for a moment. “look at you, being a good angel for me. taking me so well.” seonghwa looks at hongjoong’s face; his mouth is open, moans coming out at every moment, his eyes half-open, and his hair sticks to his forehead.
“close.” hongjoong whispers, his head falling into seonghwa’s shoulders.
seonghwa lets go of the bralette’s band and starts to pinch his boyfriend’s nipples. he plants his feet into the mattress, starting to thrust into hongjoong.
“come for me, angel.”
seonghwa moves his hand from hongjoong’s nipples to his dick, starting to stroke it. it takes a few seconds before a high-pitched moan leaves hongjoong’s mouth and his back arching, hugging seonghwa closer than before, while he comes on his hand and their chest, clenching around seonghwa.
“come inside, please.” hongjoong barely says, feeling overstimulated and almost having tears in his eyes.
“fuck, angel.” seonghwa moans louder than he did all night; thrusting a few more times and coming, tugging the bralette’s band instinctively.
they stay like that for a few seconds, catching their breath. seonghwa leans forward, gently putting hongjoong on his back, whose eyes are still closed.
“angel?” seonghwa brushes the hair out of hongjoong’s forehead; with no answer. “hey, joongie.” seonghwa whispers again, kissing his forehead.
hongjoong breathes deeply, slowly opening his eyes. “‘m tired.” he mumbles, closing his eyes again.
seonghwa just smiles. he pecks hongjoong’s lips and pulls out of him, hongjoong softly whining, letting him know that he is still awake, but too lazy to open his eyes.
“you did so well tonight. i’m so proud of you.” seonghwa kisses his forehead. “and the idea with the bralette was so-.”
hongjoong opens his eyes a little, having to look at his boyfriend and smiles, putting his hands around his neck.
“how did you come up with it?”
“mingi told me that he heard you and yeosang talking about me wearing one and that i would look cute it in.”
hongjoong is so glad that he opened his eyes, because his boyfriend’s face is redder than a tomato, and he wouldn’t want to miss it for anything.
but instantly his eyes widen.
“fuck, baby. the pan. the stove. the stove is on.” hongjoong exclaims, panicking.
seonghwa softly laughs.
“don’t worry, angel. i turned it down at some point before we started to kiss.” seonghwa pecks hongjoong’s lips one more time and after that, he stands up. “i know you’re tired, but we have to take a shower.” he holds one of hongjoong’s hands in his. “you’ll get all sticky in the morning and you know you don’t like it.”
hongjoong just whines, taking his hand out of seonghwa’s, stretching his hands out for seonghwa to carry him to the bathroom. “i’m also hungry.” he announces after seonghwa takes him in his arms.
“we’ll order something when we’re done.” seonghwa kisses his nose, making hongjoong giggle.
hongjoong closes the computer, stretched his arms and is ready to go home for today. he checks the phone for the first time since he entered the studio. he’s astonished to see how much time he spent there and how quickly time passed. it’s currently 10 pm and he was supposed to facetime his boyfriend 3 hours ago; today being one of seonghwa’s free days.
hongjoong looks at the notifications and he almost gasps when he sees how many messages seonghwa left. he feels bad for making his boyfriend worried; it’s bad enough that because of the time zones they barely speak, and now he made his boyfriend concerned about him.
he takes a deep breath and calls seonghwa as he closes the studio door.
“angel? are you okay?” seonghwa asks as soon as he answers.
“hi. yes, sorry. i had a lot to do and i didn’t have time to check the time.” hongjoong bites his lip, anxious and mad at himself for making the other one worried. “but i’ll be home in like 15 minutes and we can see each other.”
“don’t worry, joongie. next time please be careful though, i was about to call mingi.”
“yes, mommy.” hongjoong jokingly answer.
seonghwa breathes hitches, but hongjoong decides not to pay attention to that.
“baby, i’ll facetime you as soon as i get home.”
“okay, angel. i can’t wait.”
hongjoong enters the apartment, hoping that mingi is at yunho. he takes off his jacket and his shoes, throwing them in his room and then he runs to the bathroom to wash his hands. he returns to his room, opens the laptop, takes a seat on the bed, and waits for the laptop to be ready to call his boyfriend.
after a few minutes, he opens the app and is ringing seonghwa; it takes a few seconds for the older to pick up.
“hello, angel.” seonghwa has the biggest smile on his face. “i missed seeing your face.” he puts his head on his hand.
“hi, baby.” hongjoong makes himself more comfortable, putting a pillow on his lap and putting his arms on it. “i missed you too.”
with seonghwa’s hectic schedule in europa, hongjoong’s hectic schedule at home, and the big difference in time zone, they find it difficult to talk on the phone, let alone see each other. sure, hongjoong is a night owl and he barely sleeps, but that doesn’t mean that he can find time to call seonghwa; whenever he has time, something intervenes in seonghwa’s schedule and they have to postpone the facetime call.
“angel, i’m afraid we don’t have that much time. san, wooyoung, and i decided to try this new restaurant that we saw a few weeks ago, and we should meet in like one hour. maybe one and a half.”
hongjoong pouts.
“but we were supposed to talk tonight either way. why are you making plans with other people?” hongjoong keeps pouting.
“angel.” seonghwa starts, straightening his back. “we planned to talk around three/four hours ago; so we can have time to talk and then you could go to sleep at a reasonable hour.”
“i know, but still!” hongjoong starts to play with the pillow. “i miss you!”
“i miss you two, hongie. but in one month i’ll be home.” seonghwa looks at his phone, not paying attention to the tone that hongjoong used. “can you believe that three and half months went so quickly?”
“seonghwa, i miss you.” hongjoong tries again, this time his boyfriend getting what he means earlier.
“do you, angel?” seonghwa raises an eyebrow. “you would think that you would’ve called me earlier, if ‘missing me’ was a problem.” he says, quoting ‘missing me’.
“i’m sorry, i was caught up with work.”
“hmmm-“ seonghwa pauses for a bit, looking at his phone again. “well, if your time allows us, maybe we should take care of that. what do you think, angel?”
“please, i want this so much.”
“oh, such a good boy. and mannered.” seonghwa moves from his desk to the bed, leaning on the wall, with the laptop situated on a little table on the bed. “should we start? what do you have in that little mind of yours?”
hongjoong bites his lip. he has a lot of thoughts in his mind, but he’s too ashamed to say any of them.
“c’mon, angel. you’ve been a good boy until now. do you want to change my opinion about you?”
hongjoong shakes his head. he takes a deep breath and closes his eyes.
“i want to ride you. i can’t stop thinking about that night when i wore the bralette.”
“there’s my good boy. now, that wasn’t that hard, was it?” seonghwa smirks. he knows the younger one lives for being praised, in a sexual way or not. “how about we take our clothes off and then we see what we’ll do next, hm?”
hongjoong nods his head. with shaky fingers, he takes his pants and boxers off first and then his t-shirt, when he heard a gasp coming from seonghwa.
“angel, what is that?”
hongjoong looks down at his chest and then at the laptop, biting his lip.
he wears another bralette. this time it’s a simple one, the same shape as a normal bra; the only difference is that the cups are see-through, but this time in the middle of the cup is a rose, hiding the nipples.
“the second time you decide to wear a bralette and i can’t believe you decided to do it over a facetime call.” seonghwa starts slowly to palm himself through the pants.
“sorry, mommy. i wanted to surprise you.” hongjoong says on purpose, wanting to see seonghwa’s reaction; hearing it wasn’t enough, he needs to see how the older reacts when he hears it.
seonghwa sucks in a deep breath again.
“angel.” seonghwa sternly says.
“yes, mommy?” hongjoong keeps testing it, wanting to see what the older will do next.
“what am i going to do with you?”
hongjoong looks at the older, thinking about how to rile him up more.
“whatever you want, mommy.”
the way his lips curls when he pronounces it makes seonghwa to book the first flight back home, just so he can hear his angel saying it to his face.
“i’ll keep that in mind for when i’ll come back home.” seonghwa smirks, seeing the younger one visibly shaking. “is there anything you want to tell me before we start? some boundaries? off-limits?” seonghwa asks seriously this time.
“i just want to keep the bralette on the whole time. that’s all i can think about.” hongjoong grin from ear to ear. he loves how seonghwa always breaks the character to make sure that he is safe and alright. he appreciates his boyfriend so much.
“okay, angel. we can work with that.” seonghwa smiles, taking his clothes off as well.
hongjoong almost salivates seeing his boyfriend naked, wishing more than anything to be in the same room now.
“how about you move your hands a little on your body? teasing your thighs a bit? thinking they were my hands?” seonghwa starts to say, teasing his dick with his hand.
hongjoong closes his eyes and starts to move his hands all around his body, thinking about his lover’s hands teasing and touching him everywhere.
“eyes open, angel. look at me!” seonghwa suddenly says. “i’m asking again, what are you thinking about?”
hongjoong let’s out a deep breath. “about mommy’s hands. all over me. putting me on his thigh and letting me ride it.”
“oh.” seonghwa says, starting to lightly touch himself, from the base of his dick to the slit. “why don’t you show mommy how would you ride my thigh? use the pillow that you were holding earlier.”
hongjoong hurriedly searches for the pillow that was thrown on the floor when he undressed. he almost moans when he realizes that it’s the pillow that seonghwa’s sleeps on when he spends the nights at hongjoong’s. he puts it on the bed, faces the laptop and sits over it.
“look at you, using mommy’s pillow. good job, angel!” seonghwa almost chokes when he sees the pillow; he didn’t pay attention to it when it was in hongjoong’s lap.
“wish mommy was here.” hongjoong whimpers at the friction between his dick and the pillowcase. “please can i move?”
“yes, angel.” seonghwa starts stroking his dick at the same low speed as hongjoong humps the pillow. “you’re doing so great!”
hongjoong moans loudly at that. he didn’t have time in the last weeks to touch himself; so humping the pillow, hearing seonghwa’s praises and seeing him touching himself are causing hongjoong to feel like he can come every second now.
“you know what i miss, mommy?” hongjoong starts to speak, slowing his moves. “having mommy to fuck my brains out and making me dumb until i forget about everything.”
seonghwa groans. the younger’s words affected him more than he thought it could.
“baby-“ seonghwa stops himself “-i miss being inside you, clenching every time i hit your prostate. i miss your mouth on my dick, gagging and face full of tears. and mostly, i miss seeing your dick twitching every time i praise you.” he starts to jerk himself off faster this time.
hongjoong humps the pillow faster than before; high-pitched moans can be heard.
“mommy, mommy, mommy.” is all that hongjoong can think about.
“yes, angel?” seonghwa can barely think, intoxicated with what he sees through his laptop.
“can i cum? please please please.”
“you’ve been a bad boy. do you think you deserve to cum?”
“but i’ve been only a good boy for you since we started the facetime call.” hongjoong almost cries. he is so close to cum, that he feels like he could come only by looking at his boyfriend.
“yes, only since then. but before that, you forgot about our call and made me all worried here.” seonghwa stops, edging himself.
“but, mommy-“ hongjoong begins, but seonghwa interrupts him.
“stop.” seonghwa says in a lower voice, looking at hongjoong who is visibly affected by that.
“please, mommy, please. i’ll be good from now on. i’m so sorry for not calling you on time. i’ll be your good boy. please.” hongjoong grabs the pillow with both hands, tightly.
“i’ll have to think about it.” seonghwa loves to make the younger one begs. “okay because you apologize so nicely and because you are my good boy, you can come.”
that’s everything hongjoong needs to hear before he starts to hump the pillow faster. he makes the mistake to look at seonghwa, who fucks his hand and his head is thrown back for a second before he looks back at hongjoong.
hongjoong moans louder; his thighs are getting tired and it hurts already, but it’s worth it.
seonghwa is close, seeing hongjoong humping the pillow like his life depends on it. he knows that his boyfriend’s thighs must burn now from all the moves that he’s making and he is proud of him.
“come, joongie.”
hongjoong is looking at his lover, at the way he is fucking his hand, and he feels his orgasm hitting him, like a wave crash, making him shake. he arches his back and his head is throwing back, letting out high moans.
seonghwa cums soon after hongjoong, shaking. he closes his eyes, trying to catch his breath, and looks at hongjoong, who is also leaning now on the wall.
“i’m proud of you, angel! you did so well tonight.” seonghwa gently smiles.
“thank you, mommy!” hongjoong let it slips without realizing, his eyes widening, his palm on his mouth.
seonghwa feels his dick twitching at that, but he lets it slides now, knowing that the younger is too tired.
seonghwa smiles.
“please go take a shower and then go to bed. it’s already past midnight there.” seonghwa looks at the phone. “and also eat something!”
“oh!” hongjoong realizes that it’s been at least one hour since they started the facetime call. “baby, your dinner date with san and wooyoung!”
“it’s canceled, don’t worry. they sent me a message at the begging of our call, telling me that something work-related came up and san has to go somewhere, so we’ll go later or tomorrow!” seonghwa stretches his arms. “plus, i wouldn’t have missed this for anything. not the sex part, but you in general. you’re my number one priority.” he winks and the younger blushes.
“oh my god, i can’t believe my boyfriend is a simp.” hongjoong puts his palms on his face to hide the blush, but it’s too late since seonghwa saw it, but decides to not say anything.
“shut up, you love me!” seonghwa pouts.
“i do.” hongjoong sighs and then quickly giggles. “and i do miss you. not just the sex part.” he continues, repeating what his boyfriend says earlier, sticking his tongue out.
hongjoong is about to fall asleep when he hears knocking on his bedroom door. he stretches his arms and slowly gets up from the bed, going to the door. he opens the door slowly, trying to adjust his eyes to the lights coming from the living room.
“the postman dropped this here; it’s for you.” mingi puts a small box in his roommate’s hands.
“did he say from who it is?”
“didn’t you buy it?” mingi is looking at him curiously.
hongjoong looks at the box, searching for any names or anything, but he can’t find something else besides his name and address. “i don’t remember buying something recently.”
“i’m going out with yunho, call me if you need me to bring you something.”
hongjoong just nods his head in a way to let mingi know what he heard him and goes back to his room.
he sits on his bed, curiously looking at the box again. he has a little bit of difficulty opening it, but when he does, a surprising sound leaves his mouth. inside it’s a simple black collar, with a hoop.
he takes it in his hands, lightly tracing it with one finger. he takes his phone and calls seonghwa.
“hi, angel.” hongjoong can hear seonghwa’s smile through the phone.
“hey, baby. how are you?” hongjoong keeps playing with the collar, an anxious feeling washing over him.
“i’m checking out of the hotel now, and then i’m going to the airport.” seonghwa answers, some hushed voices can be heard in the background. “can’t believe this time tomorrow i’ll be home.”
“seonghwa?” hongjoong asks, his eyes still fixating on the collar.
“yes, angel? is something wrong?”
“no, just-“ hongjoong makes a pause to think of how to ask him “i’ve received a package today and- what is this?”
seonghwa softly laughs.
“oh, you got me worried that something wrong happened. well, you looked too good with that collar bralette, and i saw the collar a few days ago so i thought-“ he makes a pause, hongjoong care hear some movements and suddenly there is silence in the background “-i thought i should reward my good boy.”
hongjoong sucks in a breath hearing the praise and whines out a soft “mommy-”.
“angel, as much as i like to continue this, i have to go. but i’ll text you before i’ll get on the plane since there might be too late.”
“okay. also, i just wanted to make sure that we are still on with the plan? tomorrow morning i’ll pick you up and then later we’ll go to that restaurant?”
“exactly. see you tomorrow, angel. sweet dreams.”
“have a safe flight, love.” hongjoong says before he hangs up.
hongjoong enters the bedroom with a cup of warm tea, sitting down on the bed next to his asleep boyfriend. when he is about to cover himself with the blanket, seonghwa turns around to face him, putting one arm around the latter’s waist.
“where did you go?” seonghwa asks, eyes still closed, half asleep.
hongjoong lays down on one side, facing seonghwa as well. he kisses the older on his forehead, brushing the hair out of his face.
“in the kitchen; i got thirsty.”
“i’m so happy you took your day off.” seonghwa snuggles closer to his boyfriend. “what time is it?”
“it’s early. you can go to sleep, i know you’re still tired.” hongjoong runs his fingers through seonghwa’s hair; it always makes the older fall asleep when someone plays with his hair.
“i’m not.” seonghwa barely whispers, tangling his legs with hongjoong’s. he can feel his boyfriend’s chest vibrating with laughter, and it makes him smile. he loves those moments the most; just the two of them, under covers, in silence. the silence is comfortable and he’s glad they decided to come to his apartment today, rather than going to hongjoong’s. seonghwa wishes that hongjoong would agree to move in together, he loves going to the younger’s apartment and spending their time together, but sometimes he wants to be just the two of them, without a worry that they might bother mingi.
seonghwa turns on his back, stretches his arms and then looks at hongjoong, whose eyes are closed, breathing evenly. he chuckles, standing up and checking his phone.
“where are you going now?” hongjoong asks with an open eye.
“bathroom.” seonghwa takes a look quickly through his notifications to see if he received something work related.
hongjoong hums, then he turns on his back, looking at the ceiling. he feels relaxed, he feels content. he feels at home. he thinks that maybe he should talk with seonghwa again about moving in together.
“what are you thinking about?” seonghwa asks as he sits down on the bed.
“nothing.” hongjoong stands up. “how do you want to spend the day? do you have any ideas what we could do before we go out?” he sits on seonghwa’s lap, putting his arms around his neck.
“maybe just some grocery shopping; the food that you brought won’t last forever.” seonghwa plays with the hem of hongjoong’s shirt.
“then maybe we should get ready to go out.” hongjoong pecks seonghwa’s lips.
seonghwa hums, putting his hands on hongjoong’s cheeks, pulling him closer. “maybe we should.” he whispers before closing the distance between them, kissing him again.
“i’m serious.” hongjoong giggles between kisses.
“so am i.” seonghwa swiftly turns around so hongjoong is on his back on the bed. he sits between hongjoong legs, leaning over his boyfriend, with his arms around hongjoong’s head.
hongjoong looks up at him, a little confused and a little turned on.
“we really should start to get ready if we want to get in time at the reservation and to go grocery shopping.” hongjoong tries again, looking at seonghwa’s lips and then at his eyes.
seonghwa lays down on hongjoong, hugging him, and making him laugh. “fine, i’ll go and get ready.” seonghwa kisses hongjoong on his forehead and lips one more time and then he gets up.
“do you want something else to drink or eat before we go? maybe a dessert or another glass of wine?” seonghwa asks hongjoong, intertwining their fingers.
“hmm, maybe a dessert. but i’ll let you surprise me, i’ll go quickly to the bathroom.” hongjoong smiles, squeezing seonghwa’s hand before leaving the table.
hongjoong goes quickly to the bathroom, hoping that no one’s inside. he enters it, adrenaline going through his veins. he takes out the choker from his pocket, the one that seonghwa gave him, and with shaky hands he puts it around his neck. he missed his boyfriend’s attention and he would do anything to get it. after a few more deep breaths, he exits the bathroom, glad that seonghwa stays with the back towards the bathroom. he’s arranging on the shoulders the black and white sweater that he’s wearing, but also tugging it down to reveal a little bit of collar bones.
hongjoong gets behind seonghwa, and puts his hands around seonghwa’s face, covering his eyes.
“guess who?” hongjoong whispers in the older’s ear.
seonghwa takes hongjoong’s palms off of his face, turning around to see him, having the biggest smile on his face- which dropped when he sees the choker around his lover’s neck.
“angel-“ seonghwa almost chokes on his saliva “angel, what are you doing?”
“don’t you like it?” hongjoong takes his seat back in front of seonghwa and pouts. “i think it looks great.” the younger puts his hands on it, playing with the loop.
“brat.” seonghwa mutters, as he sees the waiter coming to their table with two plates with a tiramisu on them.
hongjoong just giggles. he sticks his tongue and takes the spoon, ready to taste the tiramisu.
seonghwa clears his throat. “i also paid the bill, we can leave as soon as we finish.”
“why are you in such a hurry?” hongjoong takes another bite. “the night is still young. it’s barely eight pm.”
seonghwa laughs. loudly.
“‘the night is still young’? do people still use that phrase?”
“hey! stop laughing at me.” hongjoong pouts again. “we could go somewhere else after we’re done here. we could go-“ he makes a pause, taking another bite, and thinking of another option “-we can take a walk or something.”
“that sounds lovely, angel. but i’m still tired from the flight and everything.” seonghwa stretches his hand over the table, taking hongjoong’s in his, softly squeezing it. “but let’s do it tomorrow night. what do you think? we can have a little picnic at the han river.”
“fine.” hongjoong jokingly sighs, rolling his eyes. “but you’ll plan everything. from food, to drinks, to everything.”
“i promise.” seonghwa winks. “are you ready to go? should i order an uber?”
hongjoong nods, finishing his wine. he steals the last bite of seonghwa’s tiramisu, as his boyfriend doesn’t pay attention to him, too busy looking at his phone; he covers his mouth with his other palm, giggling, as he puts down the fork.
seonghwa takes a quick glance at him, raising an eyebrow, and quickly smiling. he realizes what his lover just did; he left the last bite of tiramisu for him on purpose. hongjoong trying to do things silently, hoping that no one catches him, it’s one of his favorite hongjoong.
the younger stands up and takes seonghwa’s hand in his. the older also stands up, intertwining their fingers as they both leave the restaurant.
“oh, it arrived quicker than i expected.” seonghwa exclaims, as they are getting closer to the car.
seonghwa opens the back door for hongjoong, which was right in the back of the driver, and quickly runs to the other door so he can enter the car too.
they sit silently in the car, enjoying each other presence, their fingers still intertwined. at some point, hongjoong feels seonghwa taking his hand from the hold, but he doesn’t pay attention to it until he feels it on his thigh. he looks straight at seonghwa, and then at the driver and then back at his boyfriend, beginning him not to do anything.
seonghwa looks straight ahead, not paying any attention to the younger. his palm starts to move up and down on hongjoong’s thigh, purposely avoiding his crotch era. the younger puts his palm over seonghwa’s, trying to stop him.
the older looks at him, he winks and then he moves his hand higher. he applies a little bit of pressure on hongjoong’s dick; action that makes the younger whimper, but he quickly covers it with a cough.
hongjoong whispers a “please, stop” in the older’s ear, hoping that seonghwa will not continue. the older keeps his hand on hongjoong’s dick, but with the other hand, he pushes the younger’s head on his shoulder.
“we’re almost home, don’t worry.” seonghwa informs the younger and kisses him on the forehead, although hongjoong knows that. hongjoong melts when he heard “home”; seonghwa never uses that word when he was referring to his or hongjoong’s apartment.
the younger sighs, knowing that he can’t do anything to stop his boyfriend, so he digs his fingers in seonghwa’s thigs, making the older gasps. seonghwa is about to slap his dick, when the car stops, the driver announcing that they arrived.
they both thank him and quickly get out of the car. seonghwa grabs hongjoong by the wrist and drags him into the building, to the lift.
“so are you going to act like in movies and kiss me while we’re inside or-“ hongjoong asks as they enter the lift, but seonghwa stops him by pushing him into the wall, starting to kiss his neck, his hands on hongjoong’s waist.
hongjoong sinks his fingers in seonghwa’s black sweater; moaning loudly. he throws his head back, giving his boyfriend more space to suck on.
seonghwa gives hongjoong a few pecks as the lift stops and takes his wrist again, dragging him to the apartment.
once they get inside the apartment, seonghwa turns around to face hongjoong and pushes him to the nearest wall. they both stare at each other, no one saying or doing anything. hongjoong puts his hands around seonghwa’s neck and starts to play with his hair.
“i missed you so much.” seonghwa murmurs, tilting his head to one side and closing the distance between. hongjoong sucks in a breath, kissing him back.
the older licks his boyfriend’s lips, slipping his tongue inside his mouth after hongjoong parted his lips. hongjoong moans, he pulls on seonghwa’s hair harder.
seonghwa is the first to break the kiss, sucking his lover's tongue. he leaves open-mouthed kisses from hongjoong’s lips to his neck.
“can we go to the-“ hongjoong starts to ask, but a moan leaves his mouth when seonghwa starts to suck on his neck.
the older hums, leaving a gentle kiss on where he last sucked on hongjoong’s neck and takes his hand.
once they get into the bedroom, the younger one crawls from the bed to the headboard, leaning back on his hands.
“so, what are you waiting for?” hongjoong winks, making a “come here” motion with his finger.
“brat.” seonghwa sits next to him. he starts to trace with a finger the choker around hongjoong’s neck. “you look really pretty wearing it, angel. i really should’ve bought it earlier.” he looks up at hongjoong’s eyes, seeing his boyfriend staring right into his eyes.
hongjoong puts his hands on seonghwa’s chest and leans to kiss him, hungrily. he moans into seonghwa’s mouth when the latter pushes him down on the bed, sitting between his knees. hongjoong breaks the kiss, biting seonghwa’s bottom lip hard, making him groan.
seonghwa pecks the younger’s lips one more time, before he moves his hands to his sweatshirt hem, trying to take it down. hongjoong sits up, raising his hands. the older takes the sweatshirt easily, throwing it randomly on the floor.
“fuck, angel.” seonghwa bites his lower lip. “what am i going to do with you, hm?” he looks straight into hongjoong’s eyes.
hongjoong is wearing another lace bralette. but this time, it was all see-through. taking another look at the bralette, seonghwa sees two shiny objects.
“did you-“ seonghwa looks between hongjoong’s eyes and his chest “are those nipple piercing?”
hongjoong bites his bottom lip and nods.
“when did you get them?” seonghwa fights the urge to suck on them.
“right after you left. i wanted to surprise you, knowing how much you like my tits.”
“i love you so much.” seonghwa leans down, carefully not to touch his boyfriend’s chest, and kisses him. he starts to move down to his neck, and then softly kisses him to his collarbones, where he makes a pause.
“be careful-“ hongjoong tries to say, moaning “-it’s still very sensitive”
“oh, don’t worry. i can have fun in other ways.” seonghwa whispers near his ear and then starts to kiss his neck, marking him on the other side of his neck where he didn’t leave marks earlier. he licks hongjoong from the base of the neck to his ear, making him gasps loudly.
“mommy-“ hongjoong moans loudly gripping the sheets “-please do something.”
seonghwa sits up on his knees, unbuttoning his lover's pants and pulling them off and throwing them on the floor. he leans down, kissing hongjoong’s tummy and then going down to his thighs.
“mommy.” hongjoong squirms.
“yes, angel.” seonghwa looks up at him and places a kiss on his dick.
“please-“ hongjoong whimpers.
“‘please’ what, angel? use your words. mommy don't know what you want if you don’t tell me.”
hongjoong whines, putting his hands on his face. he bucks his hips when seonghwa licks a strip through the panties from the base of his dick to the slit.
“well, what do you want?” seonghwa encourages the younger, taking his panties off. “do you want mommy to do this?” he licks hongjoong’s dick again “or this?” he puts one finger in hongjoong’s mouth for him to lick it, and then puts his finger at hongjoong’s ass, gently pushing it a little.
hongjoong throws his head back.
“i want your fingers, mommy.” hongjoong closes his eyes.
“that’s my good boy.” seonghwa says, kissing the tip of his dick.
seonghwa goes to the drawer and searches for the lube. he sits down between his lover's legs, puts a pillow under his ass and softly kisses one of his legs from the knee down.
“are you ready, angel?” seonghwa asks as he puts some lube on his fingers, warming it.
hongjoong whispers a “yes” and digs his heels into the mattress, waiting.
seonghwa softly pushes a finger inside, a whimper escaping hongjoong’s lips. “there you go, angel.” seonghwa says, kissing his thighs. he starts to move his finger. “such a good boy for me.” he adds another one.
hongjoong lets out high-pitched moans, his back arching, his hands gripping the sheets.
“another one, please.”
“such a mannered boy.” seonghwa adds another one, moving them fast, trying to hit hongjoong’s prostate. he smirks when he hears hongjoong moaning a loud ‘mommy’, knowing that he found it.
“i want more.”
“what do you need?” seonghwa asks, moving up a little and kissing him.
“i want mommy’s dick.” hongjoong puts his palms on seonghwa’s face, pulling him down and messily kissing him. “i’m close.” he whispers.
seonghwa takes his fingers out, wiping them on the sheet. he kisses hongjoong’s thigh one more time, then he gets back on his knees. he takes the lube and pours some on his dick, situating himself better between his lover’s legs. he puts one hand on hongjoong’s waist, slowly drawing circles and he looks into his boyfriend’s eyes.
hongjoong nods his head, signaling that he’s ready. seonghwa puts the tip inside his boyfriend, slowly pushing it in until he bottoms him out. the younger’s back arches; both letting a moan out.
“you can move.” hongjoong whimpers, putting his legs around seonghwa’s waist.
seonghwa leans down to kiss him, carefully to not touch his nipples. he kisses hongjoong’s nose as he starts to move.
hongjoong’s hands are gripping the sheets, strongly; his pupils are at the back of his eyes; his mouth is open.
“angel-“ seonghwa moans, putting his forehead on hongjoong’s “-you are so good to me.” he whispers, looking into hongjoong’s eyes.
“faster, please.” hongjoong whimpers, moving his hands to seonghwa’s hair, pulling it, and closing his eyes.
seonghwa growls; he starts to move faster. he moves one of his hands under a pillow, and pulls out a leash, carefully attaching it to his lover choker.
hongjoong’s eyes widen at the little sound that he heard, one of his hands going straight to the collar.
“what’s this?” hongjoong asks, gripping the leash.
seonghwa stops his thrusting and looks at his boyfriend, smiling.
“well, when you wore the first bralette, i told you that i’ll buy you a leash.” seonghwa tugs the leash a little, making the other one yelp in surprise. “and, you said that mommy can do to you whatever i want, hmm?” he asks, tugging the leash until hongjoong’s at the same level as him, the younger automatically wrapping his arms around the older’s neck. “i’m gonna have so much fun with you.” he whispers, brushing his lips against his lover’s.
hongjoong only whimpers. he starts to think about all the possibilities that seonghwa could do to him, but he didn’t realize that his boyfriend leans down both of them, hongjoong laying back on his back.
“my beautiful, good boy.” seonghwa starts to move fast again, slowly kissing his neck.
he goes back to his knees; he rises hongjoong’s legs on his chest and pulls at the leash a little, making the younger moan loudly.
“close.” hongjoong murmurs, his hands moving everywhere, looking for something to grab.
seonghwa suddenly stops, pulling out of his lover, letting go of the leash.
“no.” hongjoong whimpers, eyes open and looking at his lover.
seonghwa smirks, playing with the leash a little.
“you look so pretty wearing it.” he whispers, pulling it a little, making hongjoong choke a bit. “i wish you could wear it all the time.” hongjoong nods his head hearing it, ready to do everything that seonghwa tells him to do. “my good little puppy.” seonghwa softly caresses his right cheek; with his left one, he is putting his dick at hongjoong’s entrance and with his right hand grabs the leash.
hongjoong’s mind goes blank the moment seonghwa starts to thrust into him again. he feels too overwhelmed with everything that happens; he feels seonghwa’s left hand on his cheek, wiping his tears.
“are you okay?” seonghwa stops for a moment, waiting for his boyfriend's answer.
“yes, all good. please, move.” hongjoong rises his hips.
seonghwa nods, doing what his boyfriend said. he pulls the leash a little bit harder, making the younger throw his head back on the pillow.
“i’m close. please-“ hongjoong tries to say, when seonghwa stops again. “why?” the younger whines, putting his legs back around seonghwa’s waist, pulling him close.
“the night is still young, angel.” seonghwa whispers. he is close as well, but it is worth it seeing the younger whimpering in frustration.
“fuck off.” hongjoong moans, still trying to buck his hips on seonghwa’s dick.
“behave.” seonghwa tugs harder on the leash, making the younger gasp.
“mommy-“ hongjoong kicks him by mistake on his back with the heels; his eyes widen. seonghwa moves a little, making hongjoong moan.
“oh.” seonghwa smirks. “someone decided to be a bad tonight.” he caresses from his cheeks to his neck. “and you know that bad boys don’t deserve rewards.” he whispers in hongjoong’s ear
“please, please. i’ll be good.” hongjoong whines. he wants to come; he feels tears in his eyes. he feels frustrated. he feels a lot of things at the same time
“oh, will you?” seonghwa thrusts once, hard, making the younger arch his back. “are you sure?” the older thrusts once again.
hongjoong nods his head, having tears in his eyes.
“okay, then.” seonghwa smiles “because you’re my favorite boy.” he starts to thrust faster, making the younger gasps.
seonghwa puts his hand on the younger’s dick, starting to jerk him off. the sound of skin on skin and the way seonghwa pulls at the leash make hongjoong’s head spin.
“i’m close, i’m close, i’m close. please don’t stop.” hongjoong’s raises his arms up, silently asking for seonghwa to lay down.
“come, angel.” seonghwa leans down, kissing the younger on the lips.
hongjoong puts his hands around his neck, pulling him closer. he comes on both their chest, back arching, biting seonghwa’s bottom lip.
“that’s my good boy.” seonghwa pulls away from the kiss, kissing his forehead; but he doesn’t stop thrusting, he does it harder now, making the whole bed shake and hitting the wall.
“sensitive.” hongjoong murmurs.
“but i thought you said that you’re my good boy.” seonghwa doesn’t slow his thrust; he pulls the leash a bit. “why do you want to make mommy sad?”
“i am your good boy.” the younger shakes his head.
“then you can go a little bit more.” seonghwa fights the urge to play with his nipples, so he focuses his attention on his neck, where he bites and licks more.
“mommy.” hongjoong whimpers. he feels that everything is too much; and all of it makes his dick hard again.
seonghwa hums, stops thrusting and waits for hongjoong to continue.
“feels so good. please don’t stop.” hongjoong pulls his hair harder than before, making seonghwa groan. “please play with my nipples.”
“are you sure?” seonghwa slows a bit, concern all over his face.
“yes; do it. just with your hands though.”
seonghwa moves a hand down to hongjoong’s nipples, lightly touching over one, making the younger one arch his back.
“fuck, angel. i can’t wait to suck on them.” seonghwa looks up at hongjoong’s face for a second. “are you close?”
hongjoong nods his head, not trusting his voice.
“okay, you can come.” seonghwa starts to move faster. “you look so good with your nipples pierced. and the bralette. and fuck the choker looks so good on you.” seonghwa moves his hand back to hongjoong’s dick. “and you feel so good around me. always so tight.” he puts his forehead on hongjoong’s, looking straight into his eyes.
he feels hongjoong clenching around him. he knows that praises always get his boyfriend off, so he always uses them.
“come for me, angel.” seonghwa says, pressing on hongjoong’s slit.
hongjoong’s cheeks are full of tears, his hands on seonghwa’s hair, mouth open. he comes harder than before, hugging his lover closer.
“that’s it, angel.” seonghwa moans, feeling hongjoong’s clenching around him, making him come as well.
the older takes a few deep breaths and starts to move again, making the younger sob.
“too sensitive.” hongjoong murmurs.
“it’s okay, angel.” seonghwa looks down, seeing the cum dripping down on hongjoong’s ass, making him throw his head back. “just a few more seconds, okay?” he asks, moving a little bit more.
seonghwa pulls out, kissing the younger forehead.
“i’m going to clean you, okay?” the older says, looking at the younger’s face.
hongjoong has his eyes closed, his hands above his head; seonghwa brushes his head off his forehead.
“hey, joongie.” seonghwa tries again. seonghwa smiles, taking a few tissues from the nightstand and trying to clean the cum from their chests. when the older looks at hongjoong again, he has his eyes open, smiling. “i’m going to the bathroom to take a towel to clean you up, okay?” seonghwa whispers.
hongjoong nods his head.
“words, angel. i need words.”
“okay.” hongjoong smiles back.
seonghwa runs to the bathroom and come quickly with a tower. “i’ll just clean you up and we’ll take a shower in the morning. it is too late now and you’re tired.” he says slowly, cleaning his boyfriend.
seonghwa takes a new pair of boxers for him and hongjoong. he then goes to switch the lights off, throws the towel on the floor and helps hongjoong to get his bralette off and to take the new pair of boxers on. they get under the covers, cuddling.
“hey, hwa?” hongjoong whispers, looking at him.
“yes, joongie?” seonghwa says, putting his leg over his boyfriend.
“let’s do it. let’s move in together.” hongjoong answers quietly, brushing some hair from his lover’s face.
“really?” seonghwa asks excitedly.
hongjoong nods, kissing his nose. seonghwa smiles so big and he can’t help it to hug him closely.
“hey, hwa?” hongjoong asks again, after they are apart.
“yes, angel.”
“i love you.” the younger has the biggest smile on his face.
“i love you too, angel.” seonghwa kisses his boyfriend’s nose, making him giggle.