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"Oh my god," Hongjoong pants into the crook of his elbow. Slacks unzipped, pushed slightly down so Seonghwa has full access to his body. He's trying desperately to keep quiet-- hearing the staff walking up and down the hallway just on the other side of his studio door. Seonghwa leans against the door in a wide stance with Hongjoong pressed to his front. One arm is wrapped around the younger's waist, pinning his back to his chest, while the other hand glides up and down Hongjoong's shaft.
"Does that feel good?" Seonghwa purrs into Hongjoong's ear, gently latching his teeth onto the lobe.
"Mhmm," Hongjoong moans. Seonghwa loves to tease him... to swirl his palm over the sensitive head of his cock. Hongjoong can feel his legs start to shake as the fire in his belly grows hotter and hotter.
"Fuck, baby..." Hongjoong gasps, hips thrusting up into Seonghwa's tight fist. "I'm close."
Seonghwa uses his free hand to push the collar of his other's t-shirt to the side and locks his lips on his shoulder... fully aware that he can not leave visible marks. He kisses and sucks at the tender skin, quickening the movement of his wrist.
Hongjoong moans loudly, fisting Seonghwa's hair behind him as the first wave of ecstasy washes over him. He sounds so fucking sexy when he cums...
Unfortunately, they are somewhere they shouldn't be in the first place.
Seonghwa clasps his hand over Hongjoong's mouth as he continues to stroke him through his orgasm. Spilling all over Seonghwa's fist and onto the laminate flooring.
With a heaving chest and a light sheen of sweat on his forehead, Hongjoong all but collapses into the other. Seonghwa leaves soft little kisses up Hongjoong's neck to his ear, trailing across his jaw as he holds him up on shakey legs. Hongjoong follows Seonghwa's lips into a gentle kiss.
"I told you we shouldn't be doing this here," Hongjoong whispers with little conviction. A small smile pulling at the corner of his lips. They've talked about this. The risk is far too high to be fooling around at KQ Headquarters. If they were caught, they honestly don't know what would happen.
"Mmm..." Seonghwa hums in response. "You just look so good when you're all sweaty like this."
"Speaking of sweaty," Hongjoong says, checking his watch. "Shit! We're about to be late getting back to practice!" They both rush to get cleaned up and sprint out the door in the direction of the dance studio. They run up 2 flights of stairs and down the hall, bursting into the already full practice room. All the other members and their choreographers are already there. Luckily their managers aren't there yet or they would be forced to answer some potentially awkward questions.
Out of breath for more than one reason, the two join the rest of their members on the floor to stretch.
Yeosang leans over to Wooyoung and loudly whispers, "I thought they agreed not to fuck at work?"
Wooyoung lets out a boisterous laugh ... causing the rest of the members to chuckle as well. They all LOVE teasing the lovebirds. Seonghwa gets so adorably embarrassed, hiding his face as he folds in half to stretch.
Luckily, the Leader side of Hongjoong can shut them up with a single look.
"Yep, Hongjoong gave us the face," Yunho says to Mingi. "They were definitely doing something they shouldn't be."
Hongjoong just rolls his eyes... unable to keep the slightly pleased look off his face. They were busted. There's no point in denying it. Their only option is to get practice started as soon as possible so everyone can move on.
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Four hours later, all eight members are exhausted.
Sweaty.
Collapsed on the floor.
Dance practice for their comeback is brutal.
"Fuck, I'm out of shape," San pants from the floor.
"No, you're not," retorts Jongho. "You just don't know how to tone it down... we're not on stage. Stop being so extra!"
Seonghwa rolls his eyes listening to them bicker as he packs up his stuff to head home. He glances over to Hongjoong, who is in the corner talking with a staff member. His blonde, sweaty hair is pulled back into a little ponytail on the top of his head. His cheeks are flushed from exertion. The black t-shirt he wears clings to his body from sweat.
"God, he looks so good right now," drifts through Seonghwa's thoughts, unsolicited.
He still can't believe that it's been 4 months since Hongjoong confessed his feelings. It's been 4 months of pure bliss. Seonghwa can't remember a single time in his life when he was happier than right now. His career is taking off, he's is in the best shape of his life, and has the man of his dreams by his side... and Hongjoong is simply wonderful. He is caring, attentive, and considerate. He consciously makes time for them to spend together. Whether going out to dinner, to a market or laying skin to skin in their, now, shared bed... they've only become that much closer. Hongjoong listens and understands Seonghwa's feelings and has even been open about his own. They share their goals and dreams, stresses and fears. It's more than Seonghwa could have ever hoped for.
A smile spreads across his face as these thoughts linger in his mind.
"What are you so happy about, huh?" Hongjoong teases, poking Seonghwa in the side. He was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn't see Hongjoong grab his bag and walk over.
"Oh, you know... just thinking about dinner," Seonghwa quips.
"Mmm," Hongjoong nods, biting his lips to hold back a smile. "We can share something delicious when we get home."
Seonghwa, pretending to be scandalized, gasps... smacking the younger on the shoulder. "How dare you be so indecent!"
Hongjoong simply laughs and turns to walk away. "I have no idea what you're talking about," he throws over his shoulder as he walks out the practice room door.
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Once everyone is home, showered, and fed, Seonghwa finds himself in the kitchen, cleaning up the mess. Per usual. Living in a house with eight grown men feels more like living with one other adult (Hongjoong) and six small children (everyone else). Whatever. Seonghwa accepted his "mom" role a long time ago.
"Let me help you, hyung" Seonghwa hears from the kitchen doorway. He turns around to see San walking into the room with wet hair and a towel around his neck-- fresh out of the shower.
"Thanks," Seonghwa says, handing him some paper towels.
"How have you been? We haven't really had a chance to talk in a while," San says while wiping down part of the counter.
"I'm really good, Sanie," he says with a soft smile. "Life is pretty good right now."
"That's good to hear," San replies. "I take it things with Hongjoong hyung are going well?"
Seonghwa feels the blush spread across his cheeks. "Yeah," he says. His smile growing bigger. "Really well, actually. He's pretty great."
"I bet he is... seeing how flushed you looked after our break this afternoon," San teases throwing a crumpled paper towel at him.
"Shut up. It wasn't like that," Seonghwa teasingly scolds back. "We haven't even done that yet."
San quickly drops his clean paper towel and walks right up to Seonghwa. "Excuse me, what??"
He is utterly shocked. Seonghwa and Hongjoong haven't had sex yet?! That is incredibly surprising.
"What?" Seonghwa asks, feeling the need to defend himself. "We haven't... gone that far yet. Hongjoong said he wanted to take things slow. And honestly, I'm glad we are. It will just mean more if... when it does actually happen."
"My mind is blown..." San declares as he falls dramatically into a chair at the kitchen island, eyes unfocsed like he had been hit too hard in the head. "We all honestly thought you two have been going at it like rabbits! Wooyoung sent me down here to figure out who was the top and who was the bottom!"
"What the hell, San!" Seonghwa gasps-- but with a thinly veiled laugh.
"We both think that you're totally a bottom... but Hongjoong hyung is just so tiny! And adorable!" San interjects. "Granted, I don't know anything about his dick soo..."
"Oh my god. STOP TALKING," Seonghwa groans. "Not everyone is as... rambunctious as you and Wooyoung."
"I'm sure most people aren't," San agrees with a serious face, nodding his head. "I swear Wooyoungie is trying to kill me sometimes. Fucking power bottom."
"Why does that not surprise me..." Seonghwa mutters under his breath, pulling the full trash bag out of the can.
After a brief moment of silence, he hears San ask from behind him, "do you want to?"
"Do I what?" Seonghwa glances at the younger over his shoulder.
"Do you want to?" San repeats.
Seonghwa takes a moment to finish tying the trashbag closed, replacing the can with a new one. He walks over to the island, leaning on it with his elbows... letting out a deep sigh. Should he be talking about this with anyone other than Hongjoong? San is one of his closest friends... who also happens to be dating one of the other members. If anyone is going to understand him, it's San.
"Of course, I do," he finally admits. "But I know that Hongjoong has never slept with a guy before and... I'm worried that it has him kind of freaked out."
"Hmmm," San says with another slow nod of his head. "Wooyoung is the only guy I've ever been with. So I get it... but the idea of being with him never freaked me out. It was easy, natural. It felt right when I was with him, you know? Have you talked to Hongjoong hyung about it?"
Seonghwa scratches the back of his head. "....... no," he quietly admits.
"You should... Honestly, hyung, I kind of think you may be projecting your worries onto him a little bit," San explains. "I've seen the way he looks at you. That man is head over heels. Sure, he's kind of uptight but he's no prude. He's literally said he would give you a baby."
Seonghwa says nothing. He stares at the counter, really listening to what San has to say. Hongjoong definitely is not a prude. A shy smile spreads across his face as memories of Hongjoong, half-naked, pinning Seonghwa to their bedroom floor, spanking his bare ass flit through his mind.
"Hongjoong hyung is a complicated person. But if you ask, I'm sure he will tell you exactly what's on his mind," San continues, oblivious to Seonghwa's train of thought.
Seonghwa just nods his head, knowing that San is right. He and Hongjoong have been nothing but open and honest with each other. There is no reason he wouldn't be able to talk to Hongjoong about something as important as their sex lives. He also thinks San might be right about projecting his worries onto the other. Worries of Hongjoong not wanting him or not being comfortable with deeper intimacy have started to plague his mind. What if Hongjoong enjoys fooling around but never wants to actually do more? Be more? Be close in that way? It would break Seonghwa's heart.
"You're right," he finally confesses. "I'll talk to him."
San just hums in response. He stands up from his seat and goes back to wiping down the counters.
"I never got a chance to ask about what happened with you and Lee Minho-ssi," San says after a few minutes of wordless cleaning.
Seonghwa never did tell him or Wooyoung about that... though, there isn't really much to tell.
"Ah," he starts. "Well, after that day Hongjoong confessed, Minho hyung asked to meet for lunch. So I went."
"Naturally," San interjects.
"I just told him the truth. I liked Minho hyung. He is a great person but Hongjoong has my heart. He has for a very long time. I told him that Hongjoong confessed and that I had to see where it would take us," Seonghwa explained. "He understood... even said he was happy for me."
"That doesn't surprise me," San smiles. "He acts all tough but is actually a softie."
"Did you sleep with him?" San whispers, wiggling his eyebrows... a shit-eating grin plastered across his face. "Don't worry, I won't tell Dad."
"Oh my god," Seonghwa rolls his eyes and groans. "I'm not answering that. Here," he says, shoving the trashbag into San's hands. "Take this out and leave me alone."
"HAHA! You didn't say no! So that means YES!" San shouts.
"It most certainly does not!" Seonghwa exclaims. He spins San around and shoves him out of the kitchen. "Get away from me."
"WHO TOPPED?!" San yells while putting on his shoes.
"Go to hell, San," is all Seonghwa shouts back as he makes his way up the stairs and into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. The shower is screaming his name. He just hopes there is at least some hot water left to wash away all thoughts of that conversation.