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Seonghwa never expected to be fucked while draped across a piano, but that’s just how life goes sometimes.
To be fair, Hongjoong is in rut. He’s usually much more romantic. After all, at the very beginning of everything, he starts helping Seonghwa with his heats not out of horniness but of concern.
They’re at lunch, three months into their friendship, when the conversation starts.
(They met at a nightclub where Seonghwa was drunk and confused Hongjoong with Yeosang and started giving him a strip tease so that Yeosang could, in Seonghwa’s words, “learn how to put on the moves and entice Jongho, don’t you think he’ll like it Sangie, like don’t you think your mate likes it when you show your sexy side ’cuz honestly you’re really cute and he’s super lucky and I’m kind of jealous.” Hongjoong stopped him from being taken out by security. Don’t mention it.)
Seonghwa’s phone starts pinging and won’t stop, and Seonghwa fumbles with it and apologizes.
Hongjoong smiles. “You can answer if you want.”
“It’s just an app,” Seonghwa mumbles, silencing his phone. “I can answer them later.”
“Them?”
“It’s a matching app,” Seonghwa explains.
“Oh, like for dating?”
“Um, it’s for matching people up during heats and ruts, actually. Helping them find trustworthy partners.”
“Are you sure that’s safe, though?” Hongjoong asks worriedly. “You never know who you’re gonna get.”
“You meet up with them a few weeks before your heat so you can get to know them,” Seonghwa explains.
“But they could still be untrustworthy,” Hongjoong insists.
Seonghwa laughs a little. “Hongjoong, an alpha makes the heat a lot easier. Besides, the only other alpha I’m close with is taken, and it’s not like you’re going to fuck me.”
Hongjoong blinks. “I—” He cuts himself off and shifts. “Why not?”
Seonghwa tilts his head as he picks up his sandwich. “What?”
Hongjoong swallows. “Why couldn’t I help you? During your heat?”
Seonghwa stares at him. “Are you—offering to fuck me?”
Hongjoong flushes. “You said it made heats better.” Seonghwa says nothing, and Hongjoong fidgets, poking at his orange. “I mean, if the idea makes you uncomfortable, that’s okay.”
“Hongjoong,” Seonghwa says slowly, putting down his sandwich. “If you’re just offering because you’re afraid someone else might hurt me—”
“It’s not just that,” Hongjoong protests. “You’re really pretty, Seonghwa. And you’re my friend. I’d like to take care of you.”
Seonghwa just looks at him for a few moments, and then he clears his throat. “I get pretty needy.”
“That’s okay.”
“No, like...” Seonghwa glances around them. “I become insatiable. I can have multiple orgasms within a few minutes and still be aching for more. It takes a lot of stamina for my partner to keep up with me.”
Hongjoong pouts. “What, do you think I’m bad in bed?”
“No, no,” says Seonghwa, backpedaling. “I’m just saying it’s not easy to take care of me during my heats. I...” He looks around again, nervous, and then leans in closer. “I beg,” he says. “I literally beg for cock. For knots. And if I don’t get them I cry.”
“Then I’ll give them to you,” Hongjoong says assuredly.
“No, like—I can take a knot multiple times before I get worn out,” Seonghwa attempts to explain. “Once I took four in a row before I was satisfied. I keep switching heat partners because they can’t keep up with me.”
“How do you know I can’t keep up with you if we don’t try?” Hongjoong asks. “Unless...you don’t like the idea of spending your heat with me?”
Seonghwa blinks. “What? Hongjoong, no. I’m sure you’d take really good care of me.”
Hongjoong straightens. “I would.”
“Well...my heat is starting on a workday this month,” says Seonghwa. “And I need someone with me the whole time. I can’t do more than a few hours alone. You’d have to take time off work.”
Hongjoong nods. “I can do that. Three days?”
“Yeah,” says Seonghwa. “Do you get heat leave at your job?”
Hongjoong nods again. “I do. Not enough to be with you every day of every heat, so I’d have to take vacation time. But I can do that.”
“I, uh. It’ll take longer than you’re thinking.”
“What do you mean?”
“I—I have heats every month.”
Hongjoong’s eyes widen. “You do? Three days every month?”
Seonghwa nods. “That’s not something a single alpha can do. That’s another reason I switch partners.”
“I can do it,” Hongjoong says. Seonghwa looks at him uncertainly. “I can just work longer on other days,” says Hongjoong. “My job is flexible like that.”
“Your work will let you take off up to thirty-six days a year?” Seonghwa asks.
Hongjoong shifts, looking a little awkward. “I’m...a senior exec,” he says. “They need me enough to let me be flexible with my schedule.”
Seonghwa blinks at him. “You’re an executive?”
Hongjoong looks uncomfortable.
“A bigwig?” Seonghwa asks. Hongjoong doesn’t say anything, and then he nods shortly. “Why were you in such a shitty nightclub, then?” Seonghwa asks.
“My friend recommended it.”
“I think they were playing a prank on you.”
Hongjoong laughs a little. “Well...anyway. What do you think? About...everything?”
Seonghwa pauses for a moment. “I’ve never had an executive cock in me before,” he says.
Hongjoong flushes. “I—why would you say that?”
Seonghwa chuckles lightly. “Sorry. How do you feel about wearing a suit while you do me?”
Hongjoong straightens. “So you’ll let me?”
“Yeah,” says Seonghwa. “If it’s not too much trouble.”
Hongjoong beams. “Not at all.”
Sangie
> you got enough materials for nesting? extra pillows and blankets?
Hwa
> Yes
Sangie
> slick-resistant bed cover?
Hwa
> Yes
Sangie
> extra changes of sheets?
Hwa
> Yes
Sangie
> chocolate? water, gatorade, sports drinks? trail mix, nuts, power bars, sandwiches, protein powder, chips, other easy-to-eat foods? soap? face mask and earplugs to make sleep easier? condoms? pjs? bathrobe? fuzzy socks? dental dams? shampoo? phone charger? lube just in case? hand sanitizer? laundry basket? air freshener? wrench in case the window gets stuck again? soundproof padding for the walls? and did you check the a/c to make sure it's working?
Hwa
> Sang, I'll be fine. I do this every month, you know
Sangie
> i know, i just can't help but worry
> you fainted once, remember?
Hwa
> Yes, I know. You keep reminding me
Sangie
> because i care about you
> just be careful, okay?
Hwa
> I will. Love you, Sang
Sangie
> love you too ❤️
Seonghwa fiddles with his nest, frowning down at it with his hands on his hips. Something’s wrong. He sighs. He’s leaning forward to rearrange the pillows for the nth time when there’s a knock on the door. He jumps.
He turns around and just looks at the door. Another knock comes. Seonghwa strides to the door and opens it to see Hongjoong standing there, holding cloth bags in one hand and a duffel bag in the other.
Hongjoong smiles. “Hi.”
“Hi,” says Seonghwa dumbly. He doesn’t say anything else or move.
“Can I...come in?” Hongjoong asks.
Seonghwa starts. “Oh. Yes. Please do,” he says, stepping aside. Hongjoong smiles again and comes in. Seonghwa shuts the door behind him.
“I brought protein bars and chocolate,” says Hongjoong. “And some Gatorade and sandwiches.”
“Thank you,” says Seonghwa. “And I, uh. Padded the walls.”
Hongjoong blinks. “What?”
Seonghwa shifts. “In case I, uh. Make a lot of noise.”
“Oh,” says Hongjoong. There’s a silence. “Should I put these in the kitchen?” Hongjoong asks, raising the bags he’s carrying.
“Yes, please.”
Hongjoong brings the bags to the kitchen and puts them on the counter. “You can take your shoes off,” says Seonghwa. Hongjoong goes back to the entranceway and takes his shoes off, lining them up neatly next to the door.
“Do you know when it’ll come on?” Hongjoong asks.
“In a few hours at most,” says Seonghwa. “I’m already in pre-heat.”
“I can smell it,” says Hongjoong. Seonghwa looks at him uncertainly. “It’s very, um. Potent,” says Hongjoong. Seonghwa just looks at him again. “That’s a good thing, I promise,” Hongjoong says weakly.
“Do you want to see the bedroom?” Seonghwa asks. Hongjoong nods. Seonghwa turns and leads him into his room. Seonghwa bought a double bed specifically for his heats, but the size looks a little intimidating right now.
“That’s a nice nest,” Hongjoong compliments, putting his duffel bag on the ground.
“Oh,” says Seonghwa, looking at the mix of pillows and blankets. “Thanks.”
“Do you always make such good nests?”
Seonghwa flushes, his omega preening at the approval. “I don’t always nest,” he says. “Just sometimes. Especially when I’m nervous.”
“Why are you nervous?” Hongjoong asks softly.
“Because...you’re important to me. So if I mess things up, it’ll make things awkward between us.”
“How would you mess it up?” Hongjoong asks, soft again.
Seonghwa picks at his nest. “Like. If I’m too eager and scare you away.”
“You’ll be in heat, Seonghwa,” Hongjoong reasons. “Of course you’ll be eager.”
“But...like...I get really desperate sometimes.”
“You told me that beforehand,” says Hongjoong. “And I agreed to help you anyway. It’s gonna be all right, okay?”
Seonghwa peers at him, the honesty on his face, and nods. “I’m not wild all the time,” he attempts weakly. “Sometimes I can just take a knot and then be good for a while.”
Hongjoong smiles. “I told you, it’ll all be okay. You don’t have to convince me.” He looks back at the bed. “Do you have a slick-resistant bed cover, by the way?”
Seonghwa nods. “Yeah. I tend to...make a lot. When I’m turned on.”
“And when you’re not turned on?”
Seonghwa tilts his head. “What do you mean?”
“What do you do if you’re not turned on?”
“I don’t generally...do anything sexual if I’m not turned on,” says Seonghwa slowly.
“But if you’re in heat, you’ll have to or it’ll hurt, right?”
“Why wouldn’t I be turned on during my heat?” Seonghwa asks, slow again.
“Just in case I’m not able to, uh. Excite you.”
Seonghwa stares at him blankly. “I don’t think we’ll have a problem, Hongjoong.”
Hongjoong looks very awkward, and also apprehensive, and also pleased. “Well...is there anything I should know before we begin?” he asks. “I want to make sure you’re comfortable.”
Seonghwa melts a little and feels very stupid. “I think I’ve told you everything,” he says. “Just let me know if it’s too much, during, and I’ll use a knotting dildo instead of, uh. Begging you.”
Hongjoong nods. “Sounds good.”
Seonghwa turns back to the bed and looks at it for a moment.
“Is something wrong?” Hongjoong asks.
Seonghwa huffs. “It’s not right.”
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t know, but it—something’s missing from the nest.”
Hongjoong doesn’t say anything for a moment, and then he crouches down and unzips his bag, pulling out a shirt. “Would something of mine help?” he asks, offering the shirt to Seonghwa, and Seonghwa’s omega preens again.
“Yes, that’s perfect,” he declares, taking the shirt and tucking it in next to a pillow. He leans back and surveys the bed, satisfied. He nods to himself and turns back to Hongjoong. “Do you want to watch a movie and then I’ll let you know when it comes on?” he asks.
“Sure,” says Hongjoong. “What do you want to watch?”
“Maybe...something sexy? To set the mood?”
“You’re not talking, like, porn, are you?”
Seonghwa flushes. “No. I meant more like something with good tension and chemistry between the leads.”
“Sounds good,” says Hongjoong. They make their way to the living room and agree on a movie to watch. Seonghwa gets some water for the two of them (gotta stay hydrated). They both wash their hands—just to be ready—and sit on the couch next to each other.
They drink their water intermittently, staring at the screen in slightly awkward silence as the characters get to know each other better. It takes about half an hour before the flirting starts. Seonghwa feels his slight nervousness melt away as his pre-heat slips away into the beginnings of a heat. His skin is itchy here and there, and Hongjoong shifts a little, doubtless affected by the pheromones. Seonghwa’s stomach cramps slightly, but it’s not enough to justify getting up.
Then a sex scene comes on. The girl spreads her legs and welcomes the guy between them. Seonghwa feels his skin grow hotter, a drop of sweat sliding down his neck. Pleasure curls in his stomach and he stiffens inside his jeans. Suddenly, Hongjoong tenses and seems to scent the air, and Seonghwa feels a drop of slick slip out of him.
He sits up. “I think, um. I’m ready,” he says. “Bedroom?”
Hongjoong stands immediately, nodding. Seonghwa makes his way to the bedroom, the slick sliding down his inner thigh slowly, and takes off his clothes all at once. His skin is too hot. He doesn’t have the presence of mind until he’s completely naked to realize that maybe he should have taken his time with that. But he looks up to see Hongjoong taking his clothes off too, and the thought slips out of his mind.
Hongjoong looks up once his clothes are a pile on the floor, and his eyes widen. “Whoa,” he breathes. “You’re gorgeous.” Seonghwa puts his hands over his face. Hongjoong takes one of them and tugs him to his bed. Seonghwa lies down on his back and Hongjoong climbs over him, shoving some pillows and clothes away from them to make room.
“Can I kiss you?” he asks. Seonghwa nods. Hongjoong leans forward and Seonghwa meets him eagerly, hands in Hongjoong’s hair as they kiss. After a moment, Hongjoong trails his hands down Seonghwa’s sides, and Seonghwa aches.
He pulls back. “I’m ready for your fingers,” he says. Another line of slick slides out.
Hongjoong nods and reaches over to the bedside table to use some hand sanitizer. Seonghwa also put some lube there just in case. He doesn’t think he needs it, but he lets Hongjoong pump some over his fingers anyway. “Gonna put one in, okay?” Hongjoong says.
“Come on,” says Seonghwa breathlessly, one leg wrapping around Hongjoong and kicking a pillow off the bed in the process. Hongjoong breaches him with a finger and Seonghwa rests his head back against the pillow, staring at the ceiling. He’s definitely going to come faster than he wants to, and he just needs to accept it.
“Why are you staring at the ceiling?” Hongjoong asks. “Are you not enjoying yourself?”
Seonghwa looks back at him. “I’m wondering how embarrassed I’ll be when I come ridiculously fast,” he says honestly.
Hongjoong flushes. “Oh.”
“Add another one,” Seonghwa directs. Hongjoong does, separating his fingers and bringing them back together.
“You’re so wet,” he murmurs. Seonghwa glances down and sees that Hongjoong is staring at where they’re connected, his hand covered in slick.
“Yeah,” Seonghwa says weakly. He was going to follow up with something, but the pleasure curling in his stomach is making him stupidly silent. Hongjoong moves his fingers, and something spikes up Seonghwa’s spine.
“Another,” he demands.
Hongjoong looks up. “Are you su—”
“Another.”
Hongjoong adds another finger and Seonghwa’s hips jerk down to meet him. “You like that, baby?” Hongjoong asks. Baby? Why does Seonghwa like that so much?
He doesn’t know if Hongjoong’s actually looking for an answer. He just moans. “I’m going to take such good care of you, I promise,” says Hongjoong, still staring at where his fingers are fucking into Seonghwa. “You’re so pretty around my fingers.” Seonghwa comes on his hand, moaning and his hips humping down. Hongjoong reaches out and starts pumping Seonghwa’s cock, making him gasp. Seonghwa hasn’t finished coming when he reaches out unseeingly, hands trembling, and starts stroking Hongjoong’s cock. It’s already hard, he notes with satisfaction.
“Fuck me,” he gasps, the last of his cum spilling onto his chest.
“You sure? Already?” Hongjoong asks, pulling his fingers out.
“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” Seonghwa chants impatiently. Hongjoong moves away from him. “What are you doing?” Seonghwa whines.
“Condom,” says Hongjoong.
“Oh,” says Seonghwa. He’s glad Hongjoong remembered, because he sure as hell was ready to take it raw. Hongjoong rolls the rubber onto himself and comes back to Seonghwa’s arms. “Ready?” he asks as he lines himself up with Seonghwa’s entrance.
“Ready,” says Seonghwa, breathless, and Hongjoong pushes in.
“Tell me if you want me to go slower or faster,” he says as he starts to thrust.
“I doubt I’ll ask you to go slower,” says Seonghwa honestly.
“Okay. I just don’t want to hurt you.” Seonghwa is producing so much slick and his body is so ready that he really doesn’t think that’ll be a problem, but he doesn’t say that. He has a feeling the alpha is really sweet.
“Harder, please,” says Seonghwa.
Hongjoong goes harder. “How many times can you come before you need to rest?” he asks curiously.
“Don’t know,” Seonghwa gasps. “Never counted.”
“I guess we’ll see.” Hongjoong holds onto Seonghwa’s hips as he pumps in and out, indenting the skin. “You’re pretty when you’re turned on, by the way.”
“Harder,” Seonghwa demands. Hongjoong pants, sweat sliding down his temple, and gives Seonghwa what he wants for a few minutes. He hits Seonghwa’s prostate and Seonghwa comes again, mouth open, staring dumbly at the ceiling. Hongjoong stops moving and Seonghwa whines petulantly, grabbing at Hongjoong.
“Don’t stop,” he manages to say, muddled through the middle of his orgasm. Hongjoong starts up again. He’s staring at Seonghwa, and Seonghwa can only hope he likes what he sees. Seonghwa stops coming after a few more moments and grips onto Hongjoong shoulders, lifting his hips up to match Hongjoong’s.
“Shit, you’re really sexy,” Hongjoong pants. Seonghwa whines again, embarrassed and pleased, and goes to jerk himself off. Hongjoong thrusts hard, replacing Seonghwa’s hand with his own, and Seonghwa just lies there for a few more minutes, unable to do anything but take it.
“I can’t believe you had to look for new heat partners,” says Hongjoong. “How could anyone leave you once they saw you like this?” Seonghwa mewls, breath hitching, and can only pant when he feels the telltale signs of Hongjoong’s knot growing inside him. Fuck, it’s big. He’s all for safe sex, but he really wishes he could take the cum raw. He comes when Hongjoong spills inside him.
They lie there, panting, for a few moments, Seonghwa lost in a daze.
“Seongie.”
Seonghwa’s head jerks, his eyes meeting Hongjoong’s, and he realizes Hongjoong was trying to get his attention. “Yes?”
“I asked how you were.”
Seonghwa puts a hand on himself and starts pumping again. “Horny.”
Hongjoong smiles and takes over. “What do you want?” he asks.
“Can you finger me?” Seonghwa asks. “Around your cock?”
“Are you sure?” Hongjoong asks. “My knot’s already kind of big.”
“I can take it,” says Seonghwa. “Please.” Hongjoong reaches down and slides a finger in, and Seonghwa’s eyelashes flutter closed. He hopes Hongjoong wants to do this with him again. He hopes he’ll stretch Seonghwa out so much that he’ll be able to fit both his cock and a dildo in his hole. He thinks he could do it with enough time and patience.
Seonghwa lets out some embarrassing little mewls as Hongjoong pumps his finger in alongside his cock. After a few minutes, he makes it to three fingers at Seonghwa’s insistence. The omega can barely think. Hongjoong is saying something to him, and he has no idea what—and then he’s coming again, crying out, and Hongjoong’s knot shrinks enough that he can pull out. He rolls off of Seonghwa and collapses onto the bed next to him, head turned to the side to stare at Seonghwa as the omega takes in heaving breaths.
“Again,” Seonghwa demands, panting through his orgasm, his chest messy. “Want your cock again.” He climbs on top of Hongjoong and ruts against him as he finally comes down.
“Need a second, baby,” Hongjoong says against his mouth as Seonghwa kisses him sloppily. Seonghwa whines. “Rut against me and when I get hard enough I’ll give you my cock again, okay?” Hongjoong compromises. Seonghwa is less than pleased, but even he can admit that refractory periods exist, so he braces himself against Hongjoong’s chest and ruts his hips forward.
“Need something in me,” he pants.
“Where’s your knotting dildo?” Hongjoong asks.
Seonghwa stumbles off of him and off the bed excitedly, having forgotten about toys, and grabs a dildo from his closet so big that Hongjoong’s eyes widen when he sees it. “Are you sure you can—” he starts, but then Seonghwa is moaning, sinking down on the toy and taking it all in. “Fuck,” says Hongjoong quietly. Seonghwa pumps the dildo in and out at a rapid pace and smirks to himself when the scent of aroused alpha intensifies in the room.
Hongjoong pushes him down onto his back at one point and takes control of the toy, pumping it in and out of Seonghwa’s supine body. Seonghwa loops his arms around the alpha’s neck and pants, watching as Hongjoong’s eyes get a little more crazed minute by minute. Finally, Hongjoong is tossing the dildo to the side, grabbing a condom, and sliding into Seonghwa’s body again. Seonghwa groans in relief.
Hongjoong fucks him hard and fast, and it doesn’t take long before Seonghwa is throwing his head back and coming all over his chest again. Hongjoong fucks him through that orgasm and another one too, and then finally he’s groaning, hips stuttering, as he knots him again.
Seonghwa slumps back into the bed, finally tired. Hongjoong rolls them onto their sides and holds him. “How do you feel, baby?” he murmurs against Seonghwa’s bright hair.
“Fantastic,” Seonghwa mumbles, resting his forehead against Hongjoong’s. They stay like that, breathing softly, until the knot is small enough that Hongjoong can pull out.
“I’m going to go get you some water, sweetheart,” he says. Seonghwa just snuffles against the sheets a little, eyes closed. He nods.
Hongjoong slips out of bed, watching Seonghwa’s fingers twitch, and makes his way into the kitchen naked. He grabs two water bottles and turns back around. Drinking from his bottle, he walks back into the bedroom, where Seonghwa has sat up against the headboard and is already jerking himself off again. The insides of his thighs are shiny with slick.
Hongjoong screws the cap back onto his bottle and puts it to the side. He sits next to Seonghwa, holding the bottle out, but Seonghwa reaches out immediately and starts stroking his dick furiously, trying to get him hard.
“Drink some water, sweetheart,” Hongjoong coaxes, batting his hand away gently.
“Want your cock,” Seonghwa protests.
“Water first, then you can have some cock,” says Hongjoong, like Seonghwa is a toddler and Hongjoong’s dick is ice cream or some shit. He holds the bottle up to Seonghwa’s lips. Seonghwa drinks it messily, slurping, as Hongjoong cautions him to slow down, and throws the bottle against the wall when he’s done. He climbs on top of Hongjoong and jerks him off until he’s hard again and then fumbles with a condom.
“Gonna ride you,” says Seonghwa, rolling the rubber onto Hongjoong. He doesn’t give Hongjoong time to respond before he’s holding the alpha’s cock up straight and sinking down onto it. Hongjoong reaches out to put his hands on Seonghwa’s hips, but Seonghwa has already started to bounce up and down, throwing his head back, his eyes closed.
“I think the alphas who didn’t come back to you need their brains examined,” says Hongjoong as Seonghwa stuffs himself full of the alpha’s cock.
“That’s very specific dirty talk,” says Seonghwa, panting with his hands on Hongjoong’s shoulders.
“Not dirty talk,” says Hongjoong. “Just facts.”
Seonghwa flushes all the way down his chest. “Oh, you—just—” His hand hovers awkwardly, and then he’s slapping Hongjoong’s pec very lightly. Hongjoong laughs and pumps his hips up, smiling when Seonghwa lets out the cutest surprised moan. “Shit, I need to come,” he pants, riding Hongjoong furiously.
“Come, then.”
Seonghwa places his hands on Hongjoong’s chest and bounces up and down before his hips are stuttering and he’s moaning, spilling across his chest. Hongjoong looks at him, entranced, as his soft lips part and his eyes close, his chest heaving up and down. It only last for a few moments, and then he’s slumping forward into Hongjoong’s chest, panting.
“Do you want me to keep going?” Hongjoong asks gently.
“Yes,” says Seonghwa firmly, so Hongjoong rolls them over and pushes in and pulls out gently. Eventually, he feels the heat tightening in his stomach. His knot swells inside the gorgeous omega, and he comes. Seonghwa moans when he feels the warmth in him.
When Hongjoong’s head clears, he has the presence of mind to realize that he’s lying on top of Seonghwa, so he rolls them to the side hurriedly and tucks Seonghwa into his chest. For a little while, it seems like Seonghwa is finally going to fall asleep, but it only takes a few minutes for him to start wiggling on Hongjoong’s knot impatiently.
“More,” he says.
Hongjoong chuckles and reaches out to pump his dick. Eventually, Hongjoong’s knot goes down enough for him to pull out, and Seonghwa immediately climbs on top of him.
“Again,” he says.
Hongjoong obeys.
Sangie
> how's it going?
Hwa
> Can't talk, I'm trying to get knotted
Sangie
> gross
Hongjoong knots him again before coaxing a power bar into him and pulling him into the shower. Seonghwa bends over as soon as Hongjoong is done shampooing his hair, and Hongjoong can’t help but fuck him again. They tumble back into bed after Hongjoong’s knot has gone down, and Hongjoong eats Seonghwa out.
They eat and fuck, shower and fuck, drink Gatorade and fuck, doze and fuck. Hongjoong insists on changing the slick-wet sheets a few times. They sleep for a few hours in the night, waking up once to fuck before falling back asleep. On day two, Seonghwa takes five knots in a row until he’s satisfied enough to eat and sleep a little. Hongjoong drags him to the bath once he wakes up and fingers him in the water when he starts to beg.
Day three is less intense, like Seonghwa said it’d be. They switch up their positions—reverse cowboy, against the wall, a good old-fashioned sixty-nine—and Seonghwa doesn’t beg quite so much. The last time they fuck, at five in the evening, is almost languid, Seonghwa riding Hongjoong lazily. Seonghwa rolls off of him once his knot goes down and they both gaze at the ceiling for a little bit until Hongjoong picks Seonghwa up and carries him to the bathroom. He runs a bath and cleans Seonghwa gently. Seonghwa stumbles back to bed and immediately falls asleep, and Hongjoong puts on his clothes and goes to the kitchen.
He figures Seonghwa deserves an actual meal after three days instead of just premade sandwiches and trail mix, so he gets out some pork ribs and mild seasonings—Seonghwa doesn’t like things too spicy, he’s discovered—and starts cooking. He tops it off with some biscuits and green beans and cuts up some strawberries and chocolate for dessert.
He separates enough food for one meal and eats it at the kitchen table, popping into the bedroom every now and then to make sure Seonghwa’s still okay. Then he makes another plate and puts the rest of the food in the fridge and bread box. He hears stirring from the bedroom, so he microwaves the plate and then brings it and a tray into the bedroom, utensils in his pocket.
Seonghwa is sitting up when he comes in, blinking and rubbing his eye cutely. Hongjoong sets up the tray over his lap and Seonghwa blinks down at it.
“Here, I made you some real food,” says Hongjoong, lowering the plate onto the tray gently. Seonghwa looks down at it and then up at Hongjoong with wide eyes.
“You cooked for me?”
Hongjoong nods. “I only just learned how, so I’m pretty new at it. But it’s not that intricate, so hopefully I didn’t mess it up.”
“That’s so sweet,” Seonghwa almost whispers. “No one’s ever done that for me before.”
“They should’ve,” says Hongjoong, giving him the utensils. “Eat up.”
He watches Seonghwa eat—either the food is good or Seonghwa is polite enough not to tell him otherwise—and talks to him about this and that until, having polished off the plate, Seonghwa puts it and the tray aside.
“Lie down with me,” he says, holding out his arms. Hongjoong goes obediently, and they lie there on the bed, facing each other.
“Thank you for helping me,” Seonghwa murmurs. “It was really nice of you.”
“Did you have a good time?” Hongjoong asks. His anxiety bleeds into his voice a little.
Seonghwa looks at him blankly. “You were with me through all of that and you seriously think there might be even the ghost of a possibility that I didn’t enjoy myself?”
Hongjoong looks embarrassed and pleased. “So,” he says. “Do you want to maybe do it again next month?”
Seonghwa’s eyes light up.
Sangie
> soooo...
Hwa
> So.
Sangie
> how was your heat?
Hwa
> It was fine.
Sangie
> ..."fine"
Hwa
> Yes.
Sangie
> you're using periods, so obviously something happened
Hwa
> Fine, he fucked me into the mattress and I came an embarrassing number of times. Is that what you wanted to hear?
Sangie
> you're a doll 😇