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Come to my room tonight at eleven.
Seonghwa stared down Hongjoong’s text in anticipation. He looked at the clock on his phone. Eleven. A swirl of anxiety rolled through his stomach when he knocked on the door, not wanting to assume he could let himself in.
There was a quick beat of silence that had Seonghwa wondering if he forgot the correct room number and then the door opened, revealing Hongjoong in front of him. “Seonghwa, come in.”
He was still dressed in his nice clothes from when they went out for dinner with the rest of the members and their managers—black slacks and a clean white button down, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His hair was still styled, too, with it partially slicked back away from his face with some dark strands dangling onto his forehead. Hongjoong looked just as handsome as he did earlier that night. All relaxed and put together.
Seonghwa didn’t bother changing either, despite having been back in his room for an hour or two. Hongjoong took the time to curate so many pieces of his outfit that evening and he didn’t have the heart to rid himself of them: the silk blouse, the marigold pendant on his necklace, the team ring proudly sitting on his ring finger, the waist chain he hid underneath his shirt.
Hongjoong loved spoiling Seonghwa. That wasn’t a secret to anyone—gifting him lingerie he helped design, crafted specifically for Seonghwa’s body, slipping him boxes of jewelry he wanted Seonghwa to wear when they were out. A subtle way of claiming Seonghwa as his with a simple elegant necklace or ring. Every compliment of Seonghwa’s jewelry would only fuel Hongjoong’s ego. Seonghwa could see it in the devilish curl of his smug lips when Seonghwa would bow his head and say thank you, feeling Hongjoong’s hot gaze burn into him.
Hongjoong had always told him he looked beautiful in silver. Especially when he wore nothing but silver.
“Hi.” Seonghwa smiled and crossed the threshold.
He walked by the bathroom and then paused when he saw the bed. It was still made. The white sheets were a little wrinkled from where Hongjoong must have been laying on them. His laptop was closed on the nightstand with his headphones sitting atop it beside his phone, along with a bottle of lube.
The weight of Hongjoong’s hand on his lower back was reassuring, pulling his attention away from the bed, guiding him into a warm embrace. Hongjoong shifted and pressed a kiss to Seonghwa’s lips. Immediately the restlessness that had snuck into his limbs started to fade away.
Hongjoong’s mouth was soft like he just put on lip balm, his breath carried the faint taste of toothpaste. Seonghwa pulled Hongjoong closer, keeping their chests pressed together as he kissed him harder.
“I’ve waited all night for this,” Hongjoong said into Seonghwa’s lips.
“Me too.” Seonghwa slid a hand up from Hongjoong’s back to the side of his jaw, angling his face. “I didn’t think my manager would stop telling stories.”
“I don’t want to talk about him right now,” Hongjoong mumbled and brushed his nose into Seonghwa’s. “Get on the bed.”
Seonghwa stole one final kiss before he disengaged, glancing at Hongjoong as he made his way further into the room. He took his shoes off before he sat on the bed, sitting near pillows in the middle of it. The mattress dipped as Hongjoong kneeled on it, climbing over Seonghwa to situate himself in his lap. His hand fell to Seonghwa’s cheek. “You looked so beautiful at dinner tonight.”
Seonghwa rocked his hips up into Hongjoong’s and placed his hands on Hongjoong’s waist. “Thank you, so did you.”
Hongjoong’s fingers trailed along Seonghwa’s throat to the necklace dangling around it, feeling along the fine chain until he hit the pendant. “You wore my necklace.”
“It’s not the only thing of yours that I’m wearing.” Seonghwa smiled, hooking a thumb through one of Hongjoong’s belt loops on his pants, shifting his weight so he was flush against his hips.
Hongjoong dipped his head lower, speaking into Seonghwa’s ear. “What are you hiding from me?”
“You’ll see.” Seonghwa wanted to try to keep some air of mystery to their evening. He didn’t know what Hongjoong had planned, but he knew he had something in mind. Throughout dinner, he could hardly keep his hands off of Seonghwa.
They sat beside one another for once, Hongjoong immediately filling in the empty seat beside Seonghwa as soon as they got to the restaurant. While Seonghwa was talking to San about a game he was currently playing, he felt the subtle graze of Hongjoong’s finger tips trail up his leg. Gently, Hongjoong turned the napkin over in his lap and Seonghwa grabbed it to keep it from falling, not stopping Hongjoong at all. Hongjoong’s path continued, slipping to follow the line of the inseam of Seonghwa’s pants, riding along his inner thigh. His hand paused when he hit the junction of his thighs, his pinky only reaching out to brush against him. Seonghwa’s heart was pounding, blinking and listening without hearing as San excitedly spoke about the animation style, clearly happy to share this experience with Seonghwa. Hongjoong only sipped on his wine, glancing from Seonghwa to one of their managers to strike up a conversation. Not removing his hand until Seonghwa felt himself start to get too distracted and he gently pulled Hongjoong’s touch away, giving him a quiet look.
“Keeping secrets from me?” Hongjoong asked, lips hovering a breadth from Seonghwa’s.
“I want to surprise you.”
Hongjoong hummed as he closed the gap between them with a hot kiss. Seonghwa’s lips parted, licking into Hongjoong’s mouth at the first opportunity he had. They moved with an unhurried rhythm, sighing into one another, tongues brushing.
Hongjoong’s palms slid down the front of Seonghwa’s blouse, brushing the silky material against his chest as he made his way to the bottom of it. When he dipped his fingers beneath the hem, he paused. His fingertips felt over a thin chain fastened around Seonghwa’s waist. Swiftly, he lifted Seonghwa’s shirt and pulled back.
Eyes visibly darkening, his thumb felt over the small stones decorating it. “You wore this too?”
Hongjoong stared at how it hung on Seonghwa’s narrow waist. Seonghwa made sure to adjust it so that it lay just as he wished, delicate diamonds resting on his stomach just above his belly button. There was a small charm at the back by the clasp that had KHJ engraved on it, just like his necklace did.
Seonghwa nodded. “I thought you would like it.”
“I love it.” Hongjoong’s gaze flickered back up to Seonghwa’s face. He could see the tinge of heat at Hongjoong’s cheeks.
“But….”
Hongjoong cocked a brow. “But?”
“There’s one other surprise,” Seonghwa said with a clever smile.
“Oh, is there?” Hongjoong’s hands went to the front of Seonghwa’s shirt, undoing the buttons swiftly. He shoved the material open, exposing Seonghwa’s chest to the room, drawing a small inhale from him. “What else?”
Seonghwa only grinned and rolled his hips into Hongjoong pointedly. Beneath his layers of clothes, Seonghwa felt the cool metal of the plug he’d nestled into his body earlier that night, knowing it would drive Hongjoong wild. Part of the base dug into soft flesh, biting his lip to keep from spoiling his little secret. “You’ll see.”
“You’re being awfully cheeky tonight,” Hongjoong commented as he guided the shirt off of Seonghwa’s arms, leaving the top half of him bare.
Seonghwa shrugged, feeling over Hongjoong’s shoulders and the tops of his biceps. “Maybe it’s the wine.”
“Mm, I’m sure it is,” Hongjoong said against Seonghwa’s mouth, kissing him once again.
Seonghwa bucked his hips into Hongjoong’s and Hongjoong took pity on him, rolling his so they brushed in just the way Seonghwa needed. They fell into a lazy pace, mouths moving with more urgency—Hongjoong sucking on Seonghwa’s lower lip to then pull away and start kissing down his throat. Seonghwa was breathing heavily, squeezing onto the front of Hongjoong’s shirt over his chest as his pelvis tipped up, chasing the friction their pants provided. Already growing hard at the contact, he could feel Hongjoong’s body responding in kind.
Hongjoong started to crawl down the length of Seonghwa’s body, teeth lightly nibbling and nipping at Seonghwa’s neck. Not hard enough to leave a mark—they still had shows in a couple of days and he would never risk a bruise where the audience could see.
His tongue flicked out and laved at a nipple, drawing a hiss from Seonghwa. His hand threaded through Hongjoong’s hair, tugging as Hongjoong sucked on his sensitive skin. Hongjoong wasted no time in shimmying a hand between them to pop open the button of Seoghwa’s pants. He felt over the noticeable hardness there before he unzipped them.
“Lift up your hips for me,” Hongjoong said from above Seonghwa’s chest.
Seonghwa did as he was asked, growing compliant with every flick of Hongjoong’s tongue as shocks of pleasure worked their way down his torso.
This was all he wanted. To feel Hongjoong above him, guiding his clothes off of his body, his hot mouth on his bare skin.
If there was one thing he loved about Hongjoong (of which there were many), it was his gentle guidance. The way he maintained control in the tone of his voice, a short gesture, or quick glance. He had his moments where he was rather intense whether it was in dance practice or being unrestrained while in bed, but more often Seonghwa was privy to a softer side of Hongjoong. One that felt like it truly was only for him.
Hongjoong easily yanked Seonghwa’s pants down his thighs to the floor, openly looking down as if contemplating something. “Keep your hips up.”
Seonghwa wordlessly followed his direction, sucking in a short breath when Hongjoong slipped his fingers under the waistband of Seonghwa’s briefs, tugging them down the length of his long legs to join his pants.
Seonghwa was entirely naked in front of Hongjoong, cheeks warm. He was well past feeling embarrassed around him. Growing more confident in his body publicly only aided in his confidence in the bedroom. He enjoyed hungry eyes on him, tracking his every movement, the hitch of his breath. Welcomed it from Hongjoong, especially when knowing he would be showered in praise. Hongjoong was never one to keep a compliment at bay when they were alone, drinking Seonghwa in with an open and quiet adoration.
Hongjoong reached down and dragged his pointer finger down the center of Seonghwa’s chest, all the way down to his lower abdomen, not stopping until he hit the base of his cock. He brushed it along the length of him, making Seonghwa inhale.
“You look beautiful like this,” Hongjoong said, sitting up more comfortably to trail his other hand over the curve of Seonghwa’s neck, brushing over the chain of his necklace. His Adam’s apple bobbed with a swallow, waiting.
He didn’t wrap his hand around Seonghwa’s throat. Hongjoong only brushed his fingers against Seonghwa’s cheek. “I don’t know what to do with you tonight.”
“What do you want to do?” Seonghwa’s mouth felt dry, his heartbeat ticking up at the subtle danger threading through Hongjoong’s tone.
Hongjoong hummed and brushed his finger along Seonghwa’s cock again. “Do you think you could hold out for me? When was the last time you touched yourself?”
Seonghwa blinked up at him. Recalling his frustration tipping over something fierce the other night when Hongjoong cornered him after a show, pinning him to the wall of his dressing room backstage. He made Seonghwa roughly grind into him, feeling his arousal, and nipped at his ear, whispering, “All that bravado wielding that sword on stage and they have no idea who you answer to.”
He kissed him, quick and rough, rutting into him before he swiftly pulled away and told him to go get changed. Leaving Seonghwa feeling dizzy as he watched Hongjoong strut away.
“The other night,” Seonghwa confessed. “After you teased me.”
Hongjoong smiled. “Perfect.” He wrapped his hand around Seonghwa’s cock and gave him a long stroke, making Seonghwa’s hips jump into his palm. “You have one rule.”
“What is it?” Seonghwa’s voice was tight. He feared he already could guess what Hongjoong was planning, but he wanted to hear it from him explicitly.
“You’re not allowed to come until I tell you to,” Hongjoong said with another languid pump of his fist. “Can you do that for me?”
Seonghwa sucked in a breath and nodded.
“Good bunny.”
Hongjoong reached over for the lube on the nightstand, popping open the cap and pouring some in his hand before he did anything else. He let some dribble onto Seonghwa’s cock and Seonghwa swore he did it just to watch him gasp.
Without looking, Hongjoong closed the bottle, tossed the lube onto the bed, and settled between Seonghwa’s legs. He wrapped his hand around Seonghwa again, gliding along the length of his cock in a slow rhythm. His other hand danced along his waist, feather-light as it toyed with the chain around Seonghwa’s body, landing up on his chest once again. He brushed at a nipple with his thumb.
Seonghwa was more sensitive than he anticipated tonight. And Hongjoong was looking particularly focused—eyes still dark as his gaze carved along the length of Seonghwa’s body. A pit of anticipation started gnawing at his gut.
“How does that feel?” Hongjoong asked.
“Good,” Seonghwa said, placing his palms on Hongjoong’s thighs, feeling the material of his dress pants that he was still wearing.
Hongjoong licked his thumb and rubbed at Seonghwa’s chest, the speed of his hand increasing gradually. Seonghwa arched his back into his fingers with a sigh, his necklace shifting against his skin.
“So responsive for me.” Hongjoong ran his thumb over Seonghwa’s tip at the same time he brushed his nipple, sending a shock down Seonghwa’s body. “Look at you. Breathless already.”
Hongjoong continued touching him for some time, coaxing quick moans from Seonghwa. Seonghwa clung onto Hongjoong’s thighs as Hongjoong started moving his hand around him faster. Heat collected at the base of Seonghwa’s spine, his eyes locked on how Hongjoong held him in his palm, the way he leaked all over his fingers.
“Hongjoong,” Seonghwa muttered. “I’m close.”
But Hongjoong didn’t stop.
“Hongjoong.” His tone was growing urgent, breathing heavily from the stimulation. “Fuck.”
“Not yet,” Hongjoong said, pumping his fist one more time before pulling away completely, leaving Seonghwa trembling beneath him.
Seonghwa knew it was too easy, to bait him into thinking he could finish so soon. Though this was far from their first time toying with Seonghwa’s orgasms, Seonghwa was more pent up than usual. Itching to feel Hongjoong’s bare skin on his, to feel him.
He swiped his palms over Hongjoong’s thighs. “Could you take these off?”
“Are you in the position to be making requests?”
“It’s only fair. I want to see you, too.”
Hongjoong smirked down at him, but he listened anyway, going to untuck his dress shirt and unbutton it. Seonghwa watched while sitting up on his elbows as Hongjoong moved to stand in front of the bed and undressed for him. There was a slight reflection from the dark TV behind him, the shadow of his body shifting as he dropped his button down and pulled off his undershirt.
“You’re staring,” Hongjoong commented as he popped open the button of his pants. From this angle, Seonghwa could see just how much he had started to affect him, noticing the evidence of his arousal straining in his slacks and the small damp spot that had soaked through.
Seonghwa shrugged. “You don’t like it?”
“I never said that.” Hongjoong tugged off his pants and briefs together, not bothering to stretch out the little show he was giving Seonghwa. But Seonghwa’s eyes raked over Hongjoong’s body all the same—his chest with delicate muscle, his lightly toned stomach, the small neatly trimmed happy trail.
Seonghwa beckoned him closer, needing him back on the bed. Hongjoong didn’t keep him waiting long, climbing back onto the mattress between Seonghwa’s open legs. He grabbed the lube once more, slicking his fingers and reached below Seonghwa’s cock, forgoing it for a moment when he paused. A look of recognition passed over his face.
“Seonghwa.”
He couldn’t hide his mischievous little grin. “Yes?”
Hongjoong wrapped his fingers around the base of the plug. “How long have you been wearing this?”
Seonghwa swallowed, his face heating up. “Since before dinner.”
Hongjoong’s breath hitched and he started to toy with the plug, pulling on it slightly to disrupt it and then he pushed it back in. “You sat next to me all night and you didn’t say a single thing.”
“I told you I had another surprise.”
Hongjoong moved closer, propping himself up above Seonghwa on his forearm. “You spoil me.”
He dipped down to smash their lips together in a messy kiss, all tongue and teeth as he threatened to slide the plug out again, twisting it just to slip it back in. Seonghwa gasped and hissed when Hongjoong finally took the plug out, muscles clenching on nothing.
“I was going to use my fingers,” Hongjoong said against Seonghwa’s mouth, “but we’ll use this instead.”
Before Seonghwa could prepare himself, Hongjoong thrusted the toy back inside of him, ripping a moan from his throat. He didn’t let him recover. Hongjoong wrapped his fingers back around his cock and picked up his previous rhythm.
Again, he worked at him, kissing him hard as his hand moved quicker and quicker, paying special attention to the head of his cock. Only when Seonghwa started to shake and grab at Hongjoong’s shoulders did he disengage again.
Seonghwa deflated back on the mattress, slowly catching his breath.
“You’re doing so well for me,” Hongjoong sat back and brushed some dark strands of hair from Seonghwa’s eyes. His forehead had started to grow sweaty. A drop of it trickled down his temple.
“Can I come?”
His question was met with a dark chuckle. Hongjoong shook his head. “No, bunny, I’m not done playing with you yet.” He lifted his clean hand and poked at Seonghwa’s bottom lip with his pointer and middle finger. “Open.”
Seonghwa opened his mouth, feeling Hongjoong slip his fingers in. He felt along his tongue, saliva pooling in his mouth as Hongjoong started to slowly push them in and out.
Seonghwa relaxed his throat, lashes fluttering as something came over his brain. A gentle, tingling sensation that settled over his mind and dripped down to his shoulders and back, making it begin to grow fuzzy.
“You know I watch you every show, teasing me on stage. Putting your fingers in your pretty mouth. Closing your eyes.” Hongjoong bent down closer and started stroking Seonghwa’s cock again. “Do you wish they were mine?”
Seonghwa hummed in approval, staring up at Hongjoong through half-lidded eyes. All he was going to be able to think about during his segment during the rest of the tour was going to be this moment.
“But you really wish you had my cock in your mouth, don’t you?”
Seonghwa could only nod his head, refusing to speak and lose the feeling of Hongjoong’s fingers.
Hongjoong clicked his tongue. “It’s too bad you won’t. Not tonight.”
Part of Seonghwa was disappointed, wanting nothing more than to have Hongjoong deep in his throat. But part of him was antsy for what he had planned next, even as Hongjoong twisted his wrist around his cock and made him groan around his hand.
Hongjoong’s pace was swift, knowing Seonghwa’s body almost too well, building him up faster than before. He never pulled his fingers away from Seonghwa’s mouth, thrusting them in time with his other hand. Seonghwa’s eyes scrunched shut as he groaned and protested, hips trying to wriggle away from Hongjoong’s touch. It was then, when Hongjoong yanked his fingers away to pin his hips down, not stopping the hand on Seonghwa’s cock.
Seonghwa winced and squeezed at Hongjoong’s bicep, nails digging into his skin as a tense groan slipped through his teeth. “Please, I can’t—”
Hongjoong removed his hand.
Seonghwa was panting. A sheen of sweat covered his torso and face now, a slight tremor ran through his limbs. The chain around his waist served as a constant tickle of stimulation against his sides, sliding with his every movement. The plug pressed into him so snugly.
“Are you still with me?” Hongjoong asked, his voice losing the dark edge.
Seonghwa nodded. Eyes unfocused for a moment as he glanced at Hongjoong. “Mhm. ‘M okay.”
“Do you need to pause or stop?” Hongjoong wiped his spit-soaked fingers on the top sheet.
Seonghwa shook his head. “No, we can keep going.”
Hongjoong’s eyes softened as he shifted on the bed, moving one of Seonghwa’s legs to make a bigger space for him to situate himself in. Seonghwa watched him and let himself be adjusted, feeling hazy. The sensation of Hongjoong rubbing soothing circles on his hips helped keep him grounded, centered with his energy solely concentrated on the man in front of him.
“You’re being so good for me tonight,” Hongjoong said, ducking to leave a kiss beside the marigold pendant of Seonghwa’s necklace on his chest. “How do you want me to fuck you, hm? What do you want?”
Seonghwa blinked at Hongjoong and carded his hands through Hongjoong’s hair, feeling the product he used to keep it styled away from his face. Seonghwa didn’t want to disturb it much because he looked too handsome like this, following the strands as they laid on Hongjoong’s head. The tips of his fingers danced over Hongjoong’s cheek.
“Just like this. I want to see you,” Seonghwa answered.
Hongjoong pressed another kiss on his chest above his leveling heart and he nodded. “I want to see you, too. And admire how beautiful you are and I can’t do that if you’re not facing me.”
“Thank you.” Seonghwa softened further under the praise. Deepening the state of relaxation Hongjoong had lulled him into earlier. Despite pushing his body, he was calm. Mind filled with thoughts of only Hongjoong, of being good for him, of listening to his one rule.
Hongjoong gave him a gentle smile. “Good. Scoot up the bed a little for me? Until your head is on a pillow.”
Seonghwa wiggled back, using his hands to help him. In anticipation of his next question, Seonghwa grabbed one of the pillows beside him and gave it to Hongjoong.
“Could you help me position it?” Seonghwa asked, drawing his legs up to lift his hips. Hongjoong wordlessly took the white pillow and slid it underneath the lower part of Seonghwa’s back. He sunk into the soft material right away, but the small bit of leverage would be helpful.
Hongjoong inched closer between Seonghwa’s legs and reached, gripping the bottom of the plug which he then seemed to realize was adorned with a diamond based on his small look of surprise. He played with it a little—sliding it in and out a few times just to make Seonghwa start to feel antsy before he pulled it out completely. Lube trickled out of Seonghwa’s body and his muscles twitched.
Hongjoong discarded the plug on the bed, freeing his hands to pour out some lube and slick it over himself. Seonghwa stared at the path of his fingers dragging over his cock. He couldn’t help himself. Beneath the heady lust that had filtered into Hongjoong’s room, a comfortable sense of safety came with it. Lacing into Seonghwa’s very bones as he watched Hongjoong climb over him, making him feel so much smaller than he was.
Their little gap in height didn’t provide many difficulties while they were in bed together, sometimes having to adjust and use pillows to aid them in certain positions. And Seonghwa liked his height. He liked how long and lean he was. How tall he stood and confidently he walked. But in moments like these he wished he was shorter so Hongjoong could cover him completely.
With a forearm beside Seonghwa’s head and hand on his own cock, Hongjoong guided himself forward, pressing into Seonghwa slowly. It drew twin sighs from both of them—Seonghwa breathing around the familiar stretch, his body already adjusting to the intrusion. Hongjoong kept going, kept pushing in until he bottomed out.
Seonghwa exhaled and wrapped his arms around Hongjoong’s neck, blinking up at him. Body trembling, he said. “Move. Please.”
Hongjoong paused for good measure and then he started moving at a lazy pace. His hips rolled with practiced ease, hitting deep with each thrust. Seonghwa’s mouth fell open, eyes closing, rocking along with Hongjoong’s rhythm.
Sex with Hongjoong was more than physical. It always was, even in the beginning when they were tiptoeing around what this thing between them truly was. When they were sneaking into one another’s dorms to tangle up in bed sheets and fall asleep beside one another. Seonghwa stealing Hongjoong’s hoodies afterwards because they were big and oversized and smelled like him. Small things that led to a tidal wave of feelings, crashing into him, knocking him off kilter as a confession spilled out of him. As if by force. It was needy and it was desperate, colored by fear of rejection.
Hongjoong told him that he had felt the same, gripped by that same fear, denial coursing through his words as he tried to push Seonghwa away. But he never could. Seonghwa was loyal; fiercely so. Stubborn. He gave Hongjoong no place to run and hide.
Seonghwa surrendered himself to Hongjoong, mind and body, heart and soul—offered every part of him to be cradled delicately by Hongjoong’s knowing hands. Poured everything he was into Hongjoong and was met with trust and devotion every step of the way.
Seonghwa wrapped his legs around Hongjoong’s hips, keeping him close and Hongjoong didn’t pull him away and pin him down. He let him cling on, fingernails scraping at Hongjoong’s shoulder blades with every hard thrust. His cock brushed against their stomachs, providing the slightest bit of stimulation, but it was enough to make his back bow. Breath caught in his chest as he rolled his hips up into Hongjoong’s.
Hongjoong reached down between them to grab Seonghwa’s cock, paying it some attention. Relief flooded through Seonghwa at the brush of Hongjoong’s palm over him. But then he started pumping his fist quickly. Too fast. Contrasting with the languid strokes pushing into him. Seonghwa hung on, feeling a fresh layer of sweat form over his skin, his body already shaking from being wound up all night.
Hongjoong’s hand didn’t stop.
“H-ah,” Seonghwa choked out through a moan. “Hongjoong. What—”
Hongjoong shushed him. “Just feel it.”
“Can I come?” Seonghwa asked, urgent.
“Hmm.” Hongjoong nosed at Seonghwa’s neck. “I don’t know.”
Seonghwa groaned, gripping Hongjoong’s shoulders tighter. “Please. I need to.”
“You need to?” Hongjoong tutted. “That’s not how we ask for things.”
Before Seonghwa could backpedal and correct himself, Hongjoong removed his hand, making Seonghwa throw his head back and groan, hips jumping out of sync with Hongjoong’s thrusts.
It was bordering on too much. Seonghwa’s mind was entirely blurry, clear of any and all worries from the week, about their upcoming shows, travel plans for tour and hectic schedules. All of it faded into the distance.
Hongjoong consumed his every sense—the musky scent of his cologne and the smell of his hair products, the feel of his soft skin beneath his palms, the taste of his cherry lip balm. Hongjoong hooked an arm underneath Seonghwa’s leg to throw it over his shoulder, pressing his forearms into the bed beside Seonghwa’s head. He hit rough and deep, giving Seonghwa no time to recover from getting brought close to the edge and abandoned. Hongjoong knew just how to angle himself to make Seonghwa’s fingers clench.
“You feel so good,” Hongjoong said around a sigh. “So tight for me.”
Seonghwa nodded and dragged a hand up to thread into the long hair at Hongjoong’s nape. It wasn’t as soft as it had been from being recently dyed black from blond, but it didn’t prevent Seonghwa from giving him a sharp tug. Hongjoong moaned and dipped his head down and met Seonghwa with a messy kiss.
Though he wasn’t the most flexible in the group, he was bendy enough for what Hongjoong wanted, sinking further into the pillow cushioning the small of his back with a loud groan at a hard thrust.
“Louder, bunny, I can’t hear you.” Hongjoong cooed, adjusting his pelvis just so. “I want Mingi down the hall to be able to listen.”
He snapped his hips, starting to quicken his pace. The moan that tumbled from Seonghwa was entirely against his will, descending into a space of pure pleasure. His limbs were tingly, his body putty underneath Hongjoong.
“There you go,” Hongjoong said, voice gruff with lust. “So good. So good for me.”
Hongjoong lifted a hand to feel over the junction of Seonghwa’s shoulder.
Seonghwa felt like he was made of fresh kindling—every drag of Hongjoong’s fingertips over his skin felt like he was catching fire. White-hot heat ripped through him mercilessly. His back arched, his cock ached, chest heaving with every breath. Hongjoong continued tracing down his arm until he reached Seonghwa’s hand, tangling their fingers together. He brought their joined hands down to the bed near Seonghwa’s face, pinning him down. Both of them were wearing their team rings; the silver gleamed in the low light of the hotel room, matching the necklace hanging around Seonghwa’s neck and the chain fastened around his waist.
Seonghwa’s brows pinched together, unable to hold himself back as another moan fell between them. The noise echoing, tangling with Hongjoong’s groans and messy exhales and the sounds of skin against skin. Seonghwa didn’t know who Hongjoong’s neighbor was, but a minuscule piece of his mind was aware that it could very well be another member of a manager. The rest of him didn’t care.
He was drowning, taking everything Hongjoong gave him, every thrust ripping a sound from him. He writhed beneath Hongjoong and squeezed the leg he had hooked around Hongjoong’s hip, needing to be closer. Hongjoong’s breath splashed against Seonghwa’s lips, holding his burning gaze. Hair had started to stick to Hongjoong’s forehead, some strands fell loose from how they were previously styled, making him look breath-takingly disheveled. So focused on their pleasure that he was losing himself. It drove Seonghwa wild to watch his captain, a man so composed, succumb to his desire. All because of him.
“I’m—I—” Seonghwa’s throat was dry, words getting smothered by another loud exhalation.
“Talk to me,” Hongjoong said with a sigh. Seonghwa could feel his heart beating furiously. “What do you want?”
Hongjoong maintained his rhythm, brushing against that one sensitive spot that made Seonghwa squeeze their hands together tightly, lashes fluttering.
Seonghwa struggled to catch his breath. Words failed him. Threatened not to come out. But if he was to get what he wanted, he had to speak up.
His eyes were heavy as he blinked at Hongjoong, his face inches away from his own.
“Wanna come,” he heaved out. “Please.”
“Please?” Hongjoong smirked. “You’re so polite.”
Seonghwa let out a pathetic whine as Hongjoong continued fucking him, making Seonghwa clench down on him. Hongjoong gasped above him.
Heat began to boil in his abdomen, ripping down each limb. His thighs shook. “Need—want to. Joong, please.”
“I’m going to count down from five, okay?” Hongjoong held Seonghwa’s eye contact, as much as Seonghwa was struggling.
Seonghwa nodded and bit his lip, stifling a low moan.
“And when I hit one, you can come.”
Seonghwa would have done anything Hongjoong asked of him in that state. So pliant and willing to listen. He said yes as best as he could, mumbling with another nod of his head. Restless.
Hongjoong pressed a kiss to his mouth. “Five.” Hongjoong’s tongue flicked against the seal of Seonghwa’s lips, pushing his way in, keeping his strokes shallow, repeatedly hitting the same spot.
“Four.” Seonghwa messily returned the kiss, clinging onto Hongjoong as if he were some kind of lifeline and not the man cradling all of his pleasure in his hand.
“Three,” Hongjoong said nice and slow. It was becoming harder to hold on. Tears sprouted in Seonghwa’s eyes, feeling Hongjoong start to drag out his counting.
“Hongjoong.” It took everything in Seonghwa not to scream, disobeying Hongjoong’s earlier command to be louder, but he physically didn’t have the energy. Every part of him was focusing on holding on.
“Almost there.” Hongjoong’s gentle voice was a soothing juxtaposition compared to what he was putting Seonghwa through. Seonghwa tightened their joined hands so hard his nails must have sunk into the back of Hongjoong’s hand. “You’re almost there. Two.”
A whimper shattered in Seonghwa’s chest as tears streaked down his cheeks. He wanted it—needed it so badly. He was good. He knew he was.
“One.” Hongjoong kissed his face, mouth hovering above his ear, breathing hot breath against the shell of it. “Be good and come for me.”
A cry lodged itself in Seonghwa’s throat, a moan was torn from his chest tangled with a whimper. “Hongjoong—Fuck!”
Seonghwa’s orgasm rolled through him in choppy waves, dragging him under until he saw white. His body partially went numb, riding the warm feeling trickling through him. He spilled over his stomach and chest, some of his release painting Hongjoong’s skin, too.
Through it all, Hongjoong was over him and in his ear whispering, “There you go, bunny. That’s it. So good. So good.”
He was hardly lucid, still feeling Hongjoong fuck him until he finished inside of him, huffing and cursing into Seonghwa’s neck. His chest hitched with a little cry, still coming down as he was regaining feeling in his hands and toes. He’d lost it in his leg where it was slung over Hongjoong’s shoulder, but he didn’t have the strength to move it off of him. Seonghwa’s eyes were half-closed, staring with effort to keep his eyelids open. Hongjoong slowly pulled himself up and untangled their fingers. Not without giving Seonghwa’s knuckles a gentle kiss.
He slipped out of Seonghwa with a small grumble of protest, Seonghwa feeling far less full at the sensation as he made a mess of the bed sheets beneath his backside. Hongjoong eased Seonghwa’s leg down, setting it on the mattress as he ran a hand through his sweaty hair, pushing it out of his eyes. His other hand went to Seonghwa’s waist to give Seonghwa a little squeeze, jolting him from his post-orgasm haze.
“Baby.” Hongjoong’s voice cut through. Seonghwa inhaled a little and forced himself to meet Hongjoong’s eyes. “Are you okay?”
“Mhm,” was all Seonghwa could say, too lost to find his voice at the moment. He wrapped his hand around Hongjoong’s wrist and gave him a weak tug.
Hongjoong smiled at him, all floppy and relaxed. “Okay. I’m here.”
He followed Seonghwa’s silent demands until he was lying on his side beside Seonghwa, his hand pressing flat over Seonghwa’s chest by his heart. The pressure felt nice, comforting as his heartbeat was struggling to regulate. His tears had stopped, though the stains remained on his face. Hongjoong leaned in and kissed his cheek, the gentle brush of his lips and the feeling of his hand started to bring Seonghwa back into his body.
“You did so well,” Hongjoong whispered. “I know that wasn’t easy.”
Seonghwa shook his head. It wasn’t a common occurrence for Hongjoong—to hold Seonghwa’s pleasure so tightly in his hands with full control over it. It never failed to make Seonghwa deflate into the bed whenever he did.
“Do you want to shower? I can wash you and we can get into bed.” Hongjoong’s tone was so soft, speaking as he fiddled with Seonghwa’s necklace.
Seonghwa nodded. “Okay. Can you help me?”
Hongjoong kissed his cheek once again. “Of course I can. I’m going to get up and grab you, okay?”
Seonghwa hummed in approval, watching Hongjoong wriggle off of him to stand at the foot of the bed. His eyes tracked him walking to be by his side, the feeling of Hongjoong threading an arm beneath his knees, the other slipping behind Seonghwa’s shoulder blades. He gave Seonghwa a little tug, sliding his body closer to the edge of the bed.
“Can you carry me?” Seonghwa’s limbs still felt shaky and unsteady.
Hongjoong bent his knees and hoisted Seonghwa up. Immediately, Seonghwa wrapped his arms around Hongjoong’s neck. Hongjoong was stronger than he looked thanks to being bullied by their little gym crew to join them on occasion. He’d once told Seonghwa that he had no desire to be as broad as San or as toned as Yeosang, but if he could lift Seonghwa up without dropping him, he would be satisfied.
He walked them into the bathroom—only a few paces away—until Hongjoong safely set Seonghwa down near the counter so he would have something to lean on as he started the shower for them. Seonghwa rested his elbows on the granite behind him, blinking calmly like a cat at the naked shape of Hongjoong getting the water temperature just right.
“Come,” Hongjoong held out his hands as he stood in front of Seonghwa. “Let me take your jewelry off for you.”
One by one, Hongjoong removed his necklace and waist chain, leaving his ring for last which he placed in the center of the pile of accessories. Hongjoong took his ring off as well and placed it on a different part of the counter to not confuse them.
He then guided Seonghwa into the shower and closed the glass door behind them. Seonghwa was hardly aware of how much of Hongjoong’s release had slipped down his thigh while he was waiting. Hongjoong touching him with a washcloth called attention to it and Hongjoong was methodical with cleaning him, wiping him down, thoroughly shampooing his hair to get all of the product out. He did the same for himself, kissing Seonghwa on and off as he let his conditioner settle.
When they dried off, Seonghwa felt a bit more like himself. Less untethered and more relaxed and sleepy. He brushed his hands through Hongjoong’s wet hair, commenting on how only a little bit of the dye got on the towel. Hongjoong nipped at his neck for that.
Hongjoong turned down the bed for them and shut the light, making sure to move the bottle of lube and Seonghwa’s plug before they climbed in. He ran to leave it in the bathroom to be cleaned in the morning, but Seonghwa was barely conscious for all of it. Appreciative of how attentive Hongjoong was, but the moment his body hit the mattress, Seonghwa felt like he could sink into it. His eyes were closed as he felt Hongjoong wrap himself around him, nuzzling into the crook of his neck.
With a parting kiss, they bid one another goodnight; short whispers of “I love you” filled the room until sleep finally covered them.