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The faint smell of mint enters Hongjoong's nostrils as San laps his mouth softly, shyly, and the force of his soft tongue is enough to have him shaking slightly on his place. It gives him goosebumps on his whole body, his back arches against the taller chest, built and firm, which makes him whimper as San himself grabs him by the waist and presses his own mouth harsher over Hongjoong's open lips. His legs also open a little, as if trying his best to behave coy but failing.
Being touched is scary, because it feels like this: intimate. Sensitive to the other's physical presence against his own, Hongjoong moans, almost imperceptibly, grabs San's neck with shaking hands, clammy palms and everything, tries his best to be seductive but that tiny voice inside his head keeps him at bay, and it makes him stop the kiss. His tummy churns a little at San's reaction, which is a soft grunt of discomfort, almost as if stopping the kiss was enough for him to be so distressed, so whiny.
As they separate, the snap of their spit and lips echoes in the shorter one's room, making him blush slightly. San looks at him with raised eyebrows, as always when he gets too into the mood. Hongjoong's tummy churns again, and its so pleasant it makes him scowl.
“Uhm…” suddenly, Hongjoong can't look at San's face anymore. Right now he can't afford to see his handsome flush, nor the high cheekbones or the tall nose, or even the way his brow is furrowed up like he's questioning the smaller guy. And the silence, too… Is Hongjoong's voice pretty enough to be heard in such a setting? He's unsure, never been touched by a boyfriend since his high school days, which feel so long ago even though not even five years have passed since graduation. The minty aroma is now on his lips and tongue, he's just now registering it. “Can… can we play some music?”
San, ever the gentleman, nods with a deep but shaky hum, and sits back to leave some room for Hongjoong to stand up and search for his old portable radio.
To find himself in such a situation is hard for Hongjoong, because even now that he's knee deep in college and open about his sexuality, he can't stop himself beyond the stupidest insecurities ever. The ones that everyone has during their teenage years have been grasping him, grabbing his ankles and stopping him from enjoying anything regarding romance, sex, or relationships in general. And right now he feels antsy about it, because isn't he already an adult anyways?
Being in a relationship with San, then, is hard for Hongjoong.
He enjoys loving San and being loved by him, but he's very particular about the way he loves and lets himself being loved. He likes physical contact but only on certain situations. He likes kisses but only when they're in private. He likes passing time with San but he also needs extensive periods of time being alone. And San is so touchy, he likes kissing Hongjoong so much, he likes spending time with him even more… so Hongjoong feels like he's not enough for his new boyfriend. The only boyfriend he's had ever since he started college.
Grabbing the radio, he puts one of his physical CD's and presses play, not really minding what songs are there. He just needs some background music to distract himself from all of those insecurities and enjoy this first time with San. And when he turns around towards the bed, he looks at his boyfriend carefully.
As if simply looking at him could be dangerous for him.
But San is strong, broad, like a handsome wall. He looks back at Hongjoong with lidded eyes and his plush mouth just barely open, and the way he's flushing… It tells Hongjoong enough, that his San is also affected by the situation. That he's eager to kiss his boyfriend once again. San bites his lip a little as Hongjoong walks to sit beside him again, eyeing his frame like a starved man, and even if it's not enough for Hongjoong to feel completely confident, he relaxes a little bit.
Just as he sits and San hovers him with his strong arms, Hongjoong dares to look back at him with the same hunger, and San whines adorably.
“Hyung, you're playing that rock music,” he complains in a whisper, bumps his tall nose against Hongjoong's pointy one, and tilts his face just the right amount. Hongjoong frowns because, what rock music? But then the gritty guitars and the strong vocals hit him, not loudly, just there, and Hongjoong realizes he's playing one of those burned CD's Mingi gave him two years ago, when he influenced Hongjoong into listening to 2000's nu metal.
And San doesn't hate this music, but he's a romantic man. Their first San-organized-date was a candle lit picnic by the lake near campus, with homemade food and soft jazz on his phone. He'd planned it that night in specific so they could watch the super moon, gaze at the stars, and Hongjoong hates to admit it but that first kiss made him moan so loudly he had to stop and pull away violently: had it continued, that shame surely would've been greater.
So, scowling again, Hongjoong looks aside and towards the curtains by his bed. It's five in the afternoon so the light bleeds on the sides, enough for him to see San's teary eyes, which make his heart ache and groin throb. “So what?” his answer comes out in a hush, and he knows he sounds whiny, high pitched.
Hongjoong also knows he's pouting, but San's pout is bigger as he grunts cutely, moving even closer, making their chests bump once again. “Thought you were gonna play some R&B, or ballads…”
“Next time,” Hongjoong mutters, then he turns his face to the side in an attempt to avoid San's excited gaze. Almost like a cat who's about to be given treats. On the other hand, Hongjoong's cheeks are red, he knows it, and if his brows weren't bleached maybe San could know the force of his frown. Right now, the man in front of him beams, almost ignoring his expression completely.
He's even humming now, makes Hongjoong lay down on his back as he hugs the smaller guy and falls over him.
“So, there's gonna be a next time,” San says, almost sings, and Hongjoong tries his best to appear annoyed, but he knows he's not that slick.
“You're my boyfriend, of course there's going to be a next time.”
“You could hate it,” he argues in a trying-to-be-nonchalant way but very shaky at the seams of it all.
And so, Hongjoong is looking back at San again, almost offended. “How?”
San is pouting even more now, hugs Hongjoong tighter, hides his face by Hongjoong's jawline, below his ear and over his neck. He can feel San's breath on his ear, so close, and it gives him goosebumps. “I dunno. People have said I'm not that good of a lay.”
“I'm not 'people', I'm your boyfriend,” he whispers again, grabs San's arms with his own hands, feeling his own heart flutter over how wide and strong they are. So big, he can't even finish wrapping his fingers around the bicep, so firm.
The taller man hums again, inhales Hongjoong's aroma, keep his arms wrapped around his torso. “'m sorry.”
“Don't worry so much. Just… Let's do it, 'kay?”
With a shaky nod and an even shakier breath, San looks up at Hongjoong with that expression of his, almost as if he were already wrecked. The heat of his skin, the way his eyes shine… it's because of him, of Hongjoong. San wants to be vulnerable with him, and they're going to share that now, for the first time, together. The thought of it makes the man exhale sharply, his hands trembling as he moves them to his lover's face, caressing his high cheekbones, soft eyelids, and thick eyebrows, then the side of his nose, the warmth of his cheeks, until he reaches that mouth that drives him wild. San closes his eyes and makes a cat-like gesture, as if receiving caresses from his owner, and purrs at the loving touch.
Hongjoong has to remain calm, but San is not cooperating as he opens his eyes slightly and hums in such a way that it could be mistaken for a low moan. It makes Hongjoong snap, and so, he lifts his head towards San and kisses him again.
Its uncomfortable to kiss in this position, but either way Hongjoong enjoys how soft San is when he opens his mouth and makes him savor the mint once more: the taller man exhales with a low voice, erotic, moves up again so Hongjoong's neck is more comfortable, and even though the latter tries his best to be calm about this, he can't stop grabbing San and making him press his face against his own. Very un-sexily, but a claim nonetheless.
San moans again, this time louder, and the wetness of their tongues grazing each other makes them both whimper as Hongjoong turns his hips to the side, buckles his knee up, towards San's crotch. He opens his eyes slightly, just enough to see his boyfriend's reaction. And it's far more pleasant than he thought, because with a fucked out expression and rolled-up eyes, San gasps as Hongjoong's knee presses him, circles him down there. Gasps, then whines, arches his back, his face gets redder by the second, so pliant, so sweet.
An idea lights up on Hongjoong's head, and suddenly he's grabbing San by the waist and turning their positions around so he's over the muscular man. Licks his own lips as he sits down over San's lap, tastes the mint while the dirty guitars play a pleasant tune on the background, faint, but giving Hongjoong some courage to do what he wants to do.
He breathes in and out for a beat, then two, as he studies San's expression below him. Is San insecure because he can't stop himself from being so whiny and pliant, almost like putty, to the touch of a lover? Were people expecting him to take charge, given his appearance, and then got disappointed when he turned out to be like this? Hongjoong loves how San is trying to calm himself too, his eyes are barely open as his chest goes up and down, and everything about him is red and shiny right now. His puffy lips are glossy too, and Hongjoong's hand can't stop itself from touching them, thumb gently pressing the lower lip and then going towards the hot and wet tongue that awaits him.
When he touches there in the center, stopping any movement, but not using brute force, San jumps and grabs Hongjoong's thighs, moves his own hips side to side in an attempt to regain some leverage. But Hongjoong is still touching the muscle, keeps San's mouth open, and slowly the taller one is getting even more aroused than before. Rolls his eyes once more, moans from deep within, digs his nails over the fabric of Hongjoong's denim pants.
“So you like it like this, hm?” He asks, drags his thumb a little deeper so the whole finger is completely inside San's eager mouth, and the soft, sweet man whines again, makes little sounds that are only feeding Hongjoong's arousal, and it all feels molten inside him when San tries to give an answer, so pathetic, then fails. “Should I treat you like this from now on?”
His finger leaves San's mouth, which makes the latter whine in another complaint, but Hongjoong is tilting his head cutely, waiting for an answer. Breathing, closing his eyes, San swallows his own spit and does his best, but his voice is broken and high, so airy. “Can I top you? P… please?”
He's so cute Hongjoong has to laugh, arousal and embarrassment mixed in the chemicals of his brain. “Yeah, 'f course.”
“Hyung… Can we…” San focuses again, grabs his thighs and pets him, Hongjoong trembles over him but doesn't dare to lose his composure. The song changes and the growls of the vocalist explode so far away, but it really helps him feel powerful, more capable of doing this. And San seems to enjoy it, bites his lip again, lowers his head slightly. “Can I be rough? D'you prefer it slower, or… Uhm.”
The smaller man is suddenly feeling dizzy, the smile falls down at the realization of the words that are about to come out of his boyfriend's mouth. And they're delectable, he's been waiting for this even since he got the courage to fantasize about him.
“How d'you want me?” he asks, in a tiny voice, looks up at Hongjoong and maybe a beat or two happen, but San becomes even more nervous in a matter of seconds so he's now insisting so sweetly, trying to convince his lover but not trying to demand from him. “I can be anything you want from me, if you… If you want… Uh, I'll give you… anything.”
“Fuck,” Hongjoong breathes in, the mint is no longer there but he can taste the sweetness of San's voice, his face so blotchy, his eyes so full of adoration. “Fuck, San… You can't just say that. You'll give me anything I want?”
San nods eagerly. “Please, lemme give you what you need.”
“You're a dream come true… You beg me to allow you to be of service.”
Hongjoong lowers himself towards San's face again, his hands on either side of his lover's head as their breaths collide, and the mint is kind of no longer there but he doesn't care at all when he has a whole meal between his legs and under him, waiting to be devoured.
And the delectable San nods again.
“Please,” he insists on a whisper, voice so needy.
“How do you want to service me, San?”
But the man moves his head, pouts, suddenly furrowing his brow. “Hyung… Can… can you be mean to me? Can you use me?”
Holy shit, is this real? Hongjoong must've fallen down the stairs on his way to the dorm, and this should be a dream, but… San is very much real, and the melodic vibrato of the metal band 's singer is also there, nudging him to take from San, as his boyfriend is asking of him. Can he be mean? Call him names, push him on the right sides, mock him? Fuck, he can be. He has to, now that San is asking.
So Hongjoong's face follows the other, smiling, eager too. “Hm, should I?”
He grinds down on San's crotch, and the latter jolts with the cutest moan ever, looks back at Hongjoong just centimeters apart from him. And Hongjoong can't stop moving now that he's started, because it feels too good to have a warm, strong body to caress, to hold and love, below his own. San spills his voice over and over again, Hongjoong admires how his brows are tilted up and his eyes shine below the warm afternoon light, barely even looking back at his boyfriend but trying, because it's all about him it seems. He slowly grabs Hongjoong's ass in an attempt to grind back up towards him with some force, but Hongjoong takes his hands and rapidly pins them down by San's sides.
It makes his heart flutter, the way San's reaction is just letting it happen to him. Pouts, then wiggles a little. “Should I, San?” he asks with much more of a growl now, and San flinches.
And damn it, but Hongjoong can feel how San's crotch pulses at his own voice tone. It's exhilarating.
“You're a meanie,” San answers petulantly, as if he feared the effect his own words could have on Hongjoong. Feared and anticipated at the same time.
“Good,” is the smaller man's breathless answer, and he sits up from the bed.
San doesn't whine as he usually does whenever Hongjoong pulled away from him, but he does stay in his place, watches Hongjoong as he walks by the nightstand and draws out some lube, throwing it by San's side. Then, he checks his phone and turns off notifications, and turns up the volume of the music. He can identify now the new song playing, with a female vocalist and a slow, heavy rhythm that makes him feel valiant.
Sitting down by the bed, tilting his head, he raises an eyebrow and looks up and down at San's body. “Tsk. Why aren't you undressed?”
With another jolt, San sits back up and starts undressing quickly, hands shaking, the meat and muscle of his legs trembling as he reveals all of his skin to Hongjoong's gaze. Smoothly shaven, even glowing under the faint yellow light, and broad, healthy. The older watches as San weakly throws away his clothes, and sits obediently against the headboard of his bed, and he's so cute like this, eager to do anything, but still patient enough to wait. His pectorals are worked, plentiful, and the wide shoulders look so strong as he sits with good posture. A small waist, with hips that rival the shape of an hourglass, and long legs with meaty, toned thighs, the same ones that are shaking. Hongjoong can even see the goosebumps over his golden skin, sun-kissed, and most importantly, he can see his cock leaking, even if San tries to pose in such a way to cover himself up.
But Hongjoong raises his eyebrow again.
Then, San moves his hands to the sides, and lets himself be observed by Hongjoong.
“Good boy,” he interjects faintly, watches San's reaction, which is of pure, cute, shy and handsome glee. Extending his hand again towards San, he pinches his abdomen and makes the man yelp, then melt into the redness of his mark.
So many ideas in Hongjoong's head, but he opts for crawling towards San, for looking directly at his eyes, for smiling at the younger one's expecting face.
He opts for touching the skin of his pectorals directly, ignoring how his dick jumps at the contact of his slightly colder fingers, and then pinches again at it, rebelling in how San seems to accept whatever Hongjoong does to him, just whining but staying still, not even daring to touch him. Seems like he understood Hongjoong's silent message when he pinned his hands down. Such a good kitten, the smaller man thinks, too into the mood.
With curiously cruel fingers, Hongjoong traces soft lines over the taller one's skin, making San writhe as the goosebumps make his nipples harder than before. They're so little, they make Hongjoong's mouth salivate, expecting them to taste like chocolate, like cream, like a nub of salted caramel. San moans, voice coming from the roof of his throat, head tilted with eyes closed, as Hongjoong's fingers still draw lines over him, making a path around his nipples, then on the underside of his pectorals, slowly up towards his armpit, then back to the meat of his chest. It's so slow it makes San exhale fast and then whimper like he's crying, and Hongjoong understands he's just as sensitive.
“'ng, hyu… hyung…” he tries to wail, but then squeals at Hongjoong's greedy fingers, biting his skin with the black-painted nails.
Then, he grabs one of his nipples between his thumb and index finger, and pulls with force, making San scream and open his eyes widely, down at the way his meat is being stretched. Then, Hongjoong lets go of it, and if fucking jiggles, and San is lolling his tongue out for a split second.
He looks back at his boyfriend with teary eyes, oh fuck, was it too much? Hongjoong wants to apologize all of a sudden. He feels like he's not really cut out for this whole domming thing, but…
“Uhnn, Hongjoongie hyung…” but he sounds so pretty like this, and he looks so pretty with that tear rolling down his blushy face. He makes grabby hands and Hongjoong lets him hold his arms, how can a grown man look so cute as he cries? He sniffles, another tear dancing down his face, shiny like a star. “Can… can you do that again? Please.”
The song ends abruptly and another one starts, much more rough than before, and San jolts at the volume but still looks at Hongjoong… No, pleads with his eyes for an answer. And Hongjoong has to breathe in before answering, because he needs to ride this man as soon as possible or he's going to fucking die.
“Of course,” he obliges, and extends now both of his hands towards San's chest.
Holds one of his nipples and twists it in a way that could only be described as painful, skin turning a yellowish white at the force, and San moans again, cock spurting out pre seminal liquid like crazy. His other hand goes to the other nipple and pulls it again, making it stretch like before, then pressing the reddened pectoral, checking out how plush it is.
If San was trembling a couple of seconds ago, he's now full-on shaking like jelly, forcing himself not to move as Hongjoong plays with his nipples and chest, blows cold air over his skin and makes him moan so loud and high up there, arch his back towards the pain. Hongjoong knows this man has never felt so open like this before, so well-behaved but eager for more at the same time. The small nubs shake with him, erect with the ambient and stimuli, as he spills down tears, opens his thighs a little so his cock wont have the chance to be rubbed by them, but his hips can't stop going up.
And Hongjoong feels so powerful right now, he giggles. Which makes San leak even more. “You're such a masochist,” Hongjoong laughs some more, and San pouts between the soft, humid gasps he can't stop letting out of his throat.
Then, he faintly sobs, and sniffles as he answers, “y'just turn me on a lot.”
Hongjoong's heart rate spikes up at that, the redness of his own cheeks present too, and he's glad he's wearing clothes because otherwise his own paleness would be visibly showing too, and that would make him extremely shy. “T… that's good.”
“Hm?”
Not wanting to answer, he pinches San's aureola and twists it in that painful way he's now accustomed to use on his lover, which elicits a visceral scream from San's chest and makes him spurt out the lamest amount of cum ever.
Then, he moans airily, and cums some more, it all landing on his own abdomen and thighs, some even daring to touch Hongjoong's black denim pants. The latter can see his eyes unfocused, trying to understand the shapes and colors around him, as he keeps whining like a lap dog and trashing around at the way Hongjoong keeps the nipple twisted on his nails. Oh fuck, he lets it go and once again it bounces, but he has to keep his own composure so, growling, he twists his face and tries to be as mean as possible when San comes back to Earth. And it's not that hard when he looks so pathetic and big and brawny down him, but the way those eyes look at him disarm his defenses.
They shine with unshed tears, and his open mouth lets out a small line of dense drool and spit, hanging down of him like morning drizzle on a beautifully woven spiderweb.
“Never thought you'd be a pain slut,” Hongjoong mutters as calmly as possible, which is a complete lie after all. He's known San would react beautifully to pain as soon as Hongjoong first bit him by accident in the middle of a kiss, and the taller one's reaction was bucking his hips towards Hongjoong. The innumerable fantasies he'd had ever since that night were red and explicit, and right now he's a dream come true. He has to be, because San sniffles again, gulps with a saccharine mewl, bows his head down in shame. “You look good like this, though.”
San nods with a sobbing whimper, “thank you, hyungie.”
“Good manners too… How can I be mean to such a cute, well behaved pain whore?”
“No…” he answers meekly, as if knowing that saying anything is futile, irrelevant. His softened cock jumps, colored red, and Hongjoong's own crotch feels painfully restrained, but he has to be patient. Calm. He can do this. “Please, please… Be mean, please, hyung. Please.”
Hongjoong groans, which could be a signal of frustration or arousal, but he guesses both answers can be correct at the same time when he grabs the hem of his shirt and throws it away, then grabs San's face by the cheeks and makes him look up. And their eyes lock once again, San looks at him as if Hongjoong's hung the stars up in the night sky, one by one, now reflected in the dark color of his irises, of his dilated pupils, and even on his lashes, wetly clumped.
“Keep begging, and I might give you what you want,” he dares to retort, and it seems to elicit a positive reaction from San even if he still can't get fully hard again, moaning like in heat, in rut, or whatever.
“Please, please, Hongjoong hyung,” San insists still sweet as ever, and Hongjoong loves him like this, so open and free of shame, just for him to enjoy. The metal music in the background has melted into his brain chemicals, and as his hand leaves the soft plushness of his lover's cheeks, he traces beelines on the shape of his sharp and trembling jawline. “Can I mount you? Can… can I please, pretty please, please… Can… I wanna fuck you, please, let me…”
The older man gasps softly as his frame shakes, maybe the ambient is too chill even if he can't really register it, but it doesn't matter when San looks at him, keeps babbling nonsense about wanting to mount him, to fuck him, in his own crude words. He's like a juicy fruit when Hongjoong laughs, tries to be mocking even through the nerves, through the bravery and embarrassment that keep colliding deliciously in his bloodstream, now electric, making him see sparks. “You're so pretty when you beg, San.”
That makes the man stop his babbling, it makes him look up adoringly at Hongjoong, his face red… were his cheeks wet like that before? Has he been crying this whole time? Has Hongjoong been turned on by the sounds of San's cries? The shame churns inside his lower abdomen, making his crotch ache even more than before.
San exhales wetly. “Am… I pretty?”
He seems too excited to be called 'pretty', and that makes Hongjoong groan.
“Am I pretty like hyung?” he asks again, Hongjoong can now see against the line of orange light that seeps in from the side of the curtain, the way a single tear rolls down his cheek. The singer of this band, this new song, growls with a beat, and Hongjoong uses the main guitar riff to give him courage: he inhales loudly through his teeth, arches his back and aims his naked chest towards San's face.
“Stop that already.”
“But… I wanna know…”
“Can't you just fuck me already?”
San pouts, looking truly devastated, and it's such a sight Hongjoong has to forcibly keep his focus. Just a little bit more of tug.
“D'you think I would want you to fuck me if I didn't think you're pretty?” he answers petulantly.
“Uhm…” San sniffles, and it's so sweet, but the way he suddenly and timidly hugs Hongjoong's frame makes him seem too needy for the heat of the moment. He gulps and shakes his head side to side as an answer, and the grip is too shy for Hongjoong's liking. So he frowns and looks down at San, who is still pouting, and moves his head aside.
Ah, he wants Hongjoong to be mean, but he also wants to be praised.
“I wanna know…” he sobs again, and he's hugging Hongjoong's frame, and Hongjoong knows he's not a mean person per se, but he starts feeling awful right now, so he changes his expression and lowers his head, towards San's. But then, the man groans. “Hyung…”
And when Hongjoong moves his leg a little, he can feel San's dick hard as a rock again. Ah, he got scared for nothing. This guy is truly a menace. He laughs loud, nervousness dripping out of his system as he grabs the stiffened cock and tugs at it, having understood what San wanted from him.
“Yes, you're pretty, my San,” he starts, bites his lower lip as San looks directly up at him again, and still pouts, sobs. Hongjoong tugs from his crotch again, and San's face is glowing even with the faint light, and the drums of the next song go fast but never as fast as the beat of his heart. “So pretty when you cry, and make a mess on my bed. You moan prettily too, and you beg even prettier.”
“D… do I?” San asks again as reassurance, his eyes cross for a second, and his strong arms hold Hongjoong so tightly the smaller man fears he's going to get his own arm smashed in purple hues at any second, but San's force falters at the new tug, and he moans again, as pretty as Hongjoong said.
“I bet you can be even more pathetic than this, and you'll be even prettier.”
“Sh…”
“Can you fuck me already, and demonstrate me?”
San nods so fast Hongjoong fears for his balance, but the man takes advantage of the hug and grabs him strongly to reverse their positions, then quickly flips Hongjoong onto his stomach and cries when he swiftly pulls down and away his pants and underwear, grabs his butt cheeks and feels the pale meat on his hands.
Now Hongjoong's head is spinning when he tries to make sense of how quickly the ambience changed: they're now both naked, the positions have reversed, and he still has the upper hand here. Smiling, he arches his back, covering his face with the pillow and blankets beneath him, and feels the bed until he can grab the bottle of lube he'd thrown beside San almost half an hour before. His boyfriend is whining, needy as he receives the bottle of lube with one hand and the other keeps kneading the firmness of Hongjoong's ass very appreciatively.
The man knows his lover appreciates butts (it's been an inside joke in the friend group for as long as they've known each other), and he also knows his own ass is firm and round from all of the gym sessions he's had, but for some reason he hadn't considered that San could be heavily into his butt cheeks. He hears the other humming with a tremble of his voice, palms the upper side of his lower back and them uses his fingers to sink the digits into the skin, which makes Hongjoong moan, back zapping into goosebumps. The same sparks from before are under his eyelids, he can inhale the faint scent of San's seed, pungent, and he suddenly craves to suck him off.
That can wait.
“Just prep me, dammit.”
“So… sorry,” San answers quickly, too obedient.
Hongjoong rolls his eyes, but his heart thumps on his ribcage as the hotness of his lover's fingers traces lines towards his puckered hole, too dry for his liking. San opens the bottle with a sweet whine of effort, then drips the liquid with a funny sound that makes both him and Hongjoong giggle.
“You're too easy to boss around,” the latter comments after some seconds, knowing that San's too busy warming the otherwise cold lube. And San sighs, then massages him right on his core with warm and wet fingers.
“I wanna be obedient for you, hyung. I love you,” the casually shy answer mixed with the arousing touch makes Hongjoong gasp, and even if he can't see San from this angle and position, he can hear how he's pouting, almost as if the answer were too obvious. Almost as if the comment was a gateway for him to confess such a risqué, precious thing. Something to be cherished, handed in the least conspicuous way possible.
But Hongjoong has to flaunt on his own way, so he smiles against the fabrics of his bed and wiggles his hips, urging San to touch him more. “Good kitten, my San.”
“Hyung…” he whines again, and the tips of his blunt, calloused finger, starts clearing the way and enters him, starts moving rhythmically in and out, then in circles inside, opening him, unraveling him. It feels so good, Hongjoong whines too, with that high pitched tone of his, then laughs as he tries bouncing on his lover's finger. A second finger enters him, and San's hands aren't that big, but they're wider than his, so this is absolutely delectable. And when he reaches to massage his prostate, two inches deep, Hongjoong drools and laughs at the same time, and moans while moving his hips, so eager to receive what his boyfriend is offering.
The shape and hardness of his lover's fingers are enough for him to have his head spinning, unable to open his eyes as his hips move and sway because yeah, it is that good, and he doesn't want to shy away from the feeling, but he's now showing his own face even though he wants to see the expression of San's features. He wants to see how flushed he is, how his handsome and wide shoulders tremble, how his hands try to move swiftly and end up failing because he can't stop quivering like an excited puppy, eager for a treat. The mere image inside his head has Hongjoong whining loudly against the covers of the pillow, grabbing onto the soft fabric, then inhaling the faint scent that his San has left behind. Those fingers inside him seem to have a better grasp of what to do now, and bravely, they move with much more might, the palm of San's hand slapping loudly against the soft skin of his ass.
As his back arches, Hongjoong opens one of his eyes, looking at the golden light falling down towards a more intimate, colder hue of pink and purple, and he feels his lover shifting behind him, towards his back. He hears San closer to him, the way he's whining too as he fingers Hongjoong open, as if the mere act of using his fingers on the smaller man could stimulate him too. His hot and minty breath falters as he sighs, then Hongjoong hears something falling with a thud, and San startles with a jump, fingers pressing directly onto his prostate.
It's kind of funny that San is muttering 'oopsie' while Hongjoong is holding on to dear life to the pillows because his lover is fucking him open with just a couple of digits.
“Hyung, the lube fell…” he mutters timidly, maybe waiting to be scolded.
But Hongjoong does not fucking care about the lube. “Just fuck me, San. Now.”
“I… It's getting your carpet dirty,” San flinches, but he resumes his movements for a second. Hongjoong's ass sucks him, he's aware of it as he moves his hips, still trying to bounce on the shape of his touch. And then San is adding a third finger, and Hongjoong knows for a fact that it will be necessary, although he still moans in frustration, wants to move his hand towards San and grab his dick himself. He's not doing that though, because the excitement of everything is making him unable to move properly.
So he keeps sniveling, gasps in a lament, trying to be dramatic in the middle of everything. San obviously keeps moving his fingers, because Hongjoong can feel how impatient his boyfriend also is right now. The singer of the new song starts with a screamo technique and it makes San flinch again, pressing Hongjoong's prostate once more and making the latter cum so suddenly with his ass perked up and his chest pressed on the covers.
He then moans loudly again, more seminal liquid spurting out of him.
“F-fuck, San…” he gasps once more.
And he feels how the man also moans lowly over him, hotly panting on his ear as he pulls his fingers out for a second, still pressing them on the sensitive skin of his ass. Hongjoong is still catching his own breath when San inserts two fingers again inside him and then his breath is far away from his ear but his lover's spare hand is cupping his softening cock.
“What are… Oh…”
San touches him from both the back and the front, and has the gall to whimper wetly. Maybe at the sight of him, so pliant and trembling, or perhaps at Hongjoong trying to look over his shoulder, because he's not surviving this and he definitely wants to kill San for overstimulating him.
The sight that welcomes him makes every grudge dissipate.
His eyes scan the shape of his strong arms holding him by the private touch Hongjoong's receiving, and then the way San's tearful eyes can barely peel themselves away from Hongjoong's body, muffling every sound and sniffle as he bites his own lips, tries to stay as quiet as possible but fails, the flush of his head and chest making him glisten while the sun starts falling. It's so much, but Hongjoong feels loved by this man, and it makes him melt for now, makes him readjust his position to perk his ass more, arch his back properly again. Just to give San a show.
It works, because San is absolutely trying his best to touch him even more now, moving the left hand from his cock towards the roundness of his ass, then up towards the shape of his back, the muscles moving, the firm outline of his spine. It gives Hongjoong goosebumps.
“Hyung, you're so beautiful,” he whispers with a wet voice, then gasps when Hongjoong tries to turn around by himself, but the position is kind of awkward for that, so San takes his hands away from his body and helps his turn around properly.
Hongjoong is blushing, looks back at San with a frown and a pout, and San scrunches his eyes shyly, as he does when he thinks something is cute but isn't really allowed to say it out loud.
“You're hard again,” he's happy to announce, and Hongjoong looks down to his crotch and tries his best to seem annoyed, to keep the mean facade.
“Well, duh, I'm still waiting for you to fuck me,” he replies, and yes he's trying to be annoyed, but he's just so soft when it comes to San, his sweet San who looks up at him with shiny eyes and misty apple cheeks, who grabs a spare pillow and makes Hongjoong raise his hips a little to help with the position they're going to engage with. His San, the same one who grabs his hand with wet fingers and grimaces a little, but looks at him with a pout too.
He can't really. That's a sweet, good boy right there.
“I'm going to… uhm. Condom,” his big good boy announces unceremoniously, and Hongjoong snorts while rolling his eyes. San stands up to properly search for condoms on his own pants, and Hongjoong looks at him with a raised brow as the man brings a couple of them and sits right there in front of him.
Tries to lean over Hongjoong again, but the latter presses his knee on his chest and, trying to think as straight as possible (which is very much impossible since everything about this is gay as fuck), he also breathes in and out and thinks of San begging to be of good use. Begging him to be mean. To, in retrospect, make San cry.
And he keeps San still like that.
“I've been too soft on you until now,” he thinks out loud, and San's eyes shine again as he pouts once more. Hongjoong moves his knee aside and makes a gesture to his own stomach. At San's confusion, he buffs. “Sit here and give me the condoms.”
He thinks he's never seen San move as fast as now. San sits on top of him, trying to not put his whole weight on Hongjoong which makes him both grateful and annoyed, because he's just a sweet boy who doesn't want to harm Hongjoong, but Hongjoong wants to feel the whole weight of his muscles on top of him as fast as possible. Maybe another day. He has to be patient, after all. That way he can tease San and make him see stars.
So he grabs the condoms and tears one open, looks at the way his lover's dick bounces in interest and the dark colors of his private area. The natural clean musk of a couple of hours after taking a clean shower, the faint smell of baby cologne, the one San carries on his backpack because 'it's hypoallergenic and smells nice'. The gorgeous, wide silhouette of his cock, dark and red, shiny at the tip, almost too dark for it's own good. San moans airily and tries to stay still, but as Hongjoong takes the condom out of his package with one hand and uses the other to hold his thigh, he jolts as if the mere touch were too much for him
And maybe it is, because the pre seminal liquid starts dripping out of him in plenty. San uses one hand to cover his mouth as he keeps looking down at his crotch and Hongjoong, the same one keeping composure and rolling the condom down his shaft as carefully as possible. It seems to fit perfectly, but San whines and moves his hips almost as if trying to protest.
“Behave,” Hongjoong commands, a fake mean tone on his voice, and San complies because maybe in his 'drunken' state he can't really discern how Hongjoong is really talking to him, but he still stops his voice from spilling out as much as his dick is spilling pre cum. He just nods.
Hongjoong pats him on the side, which makes San flinch again.
“Do you still want to fuck me or not?” Hongjoong raises an eyebrow, and San nods fast, getting out of his boyfriend's torso and lowering himself down so he can sit between his legs once more. Hongjoong keeps looking at him, tries his best to seem as irritated as he can, and San understands quickly because he's getting into action.
Even though both of them are extremely nervous, and San lines himself up shakily against the quivering muscle of Hongjoong's rim. And he tries to pull himself in, but Hongjoong is aware that he's too tight again, that San had lubed him up too much and the touch of his fingers is making him feel wet again, and… It's too much.
Hongjoong uses his knee again and pushes him by the chest. San falls on the other side if the duvet with a cute sound of surprise, high pitched, and looks up at him again as Hongjoong grumbles petulantly and lines San on his ass properly. San tries to hold his hips, but Hongjoong slaps his hand away.
“Be good and stay still, for fuck's sake,” he spits out, and yeah, he's not usually the one to be so mean in such a situation, but San's reactions are what keeps him so eager to be rude and punch his ego a little. And San is giving him a good reaction, by being obedient and making the most pitiful expression ever, a new set of tears rolling down his splotchy cheeks. He opens his plush mouth in such an erotic way when Hongjoong sits down slowly on the tip of his member, and Hongjoong himself is moaning lewdly at the feeling of such a big, round thing making its way inside him.
He's hot down there, and as Hongjoong engulfs him, San whimpers eagerly as if he were the one being fucked. His mouth can't keep the drool inside anymore, and it slips away at the same rhythm his tears are racing on his tanned, gorgeous skin. Hongjoong admires him the best he can as the man shakes and weeps beneath him.
Hongjoong lowers his hips and finally his ass is plush against San's crotch, and maybe this is the worst position to have a first time after such a long time, because it stings, but San is also not moving, being such a good boy as he quiets down his cries and keeps his eyes fixated on Hongjoong, who smiles with fake sweetness at him.
As he arches his back towards San, and puts his hands at either side of his head, Hongjoong feels powerful, beautiful, admired. He feels loved, revered, with San looking at him like this, having San like this, having his heart like this. On a silver plate, ready to be eaten and thrown away, but also in hopes of being cherished. The smaller man tries to maintain the same patience as he's been showing, but San's dick inside him is pressing on all the right places inside, specially on his prostate, which is faintly caressed with each movement of both of them as they try to wait in the best position.
But fuck it, he's been waiting for a long time. Hongjoong starts moving his hips as best as he can, and sucks air between his teeth, and furrows his brows once again.
“You… yo… you feel so g… good…” he grumbles, then whines, moving his core in soft motions akin to ovals. Below him, San shakes in a cry, a genuine cry full of tears and snot, and his hands move to stay still on his own chest. “Don… don't you d-dare touch… touch yourself ei… either. Fuck…”
He knows he's sensitive because it's been such a long time ever since he did something like this, and even then it was him and his own fingers. But he's more than willing to keep his hips moving, to feel the hotness of the body that wants to love him from below. He feels San's thighs raise and flex until they're pressed against his back, and Hongjoong used them as the perfect leverage to move his hips even more, to jump on his cock and hear the slaps of skin against skin slowly rise in volume.
The wetness of their intimate places being connected and stimulated is what seems to make San cover his face in shame, grabbing his own hair, babbling nonsense as he tries his best to keep his hips still but failing a little.
“Hng, hhn hyu-hyung,” he garbles as if the next thing for him was choking onto his own spit. Hongjoong holds himself up with one hand and grabs San's wrist to look at him directly in the eyes. He feels the latter pump up inside him at this, which makes Hongjoong giggle, because he can't stop being endeared by this cat of a man.
“Look at me, slut,” he smiles, trying to be as mean as he can, and feels San harden even more inside him. “Don't you want to see how much you fill me?”
“Oh, hyu… hyung… nnh,” he mewls, raises his eyebrows and then frowns when looking down at the way Hongjoong bounces on him. The thump of Hongjoong's heart quickens even more when he feels San's misty gaze on his own face, and then the sweet voice of his man tries his best to form coherent words. “Plea… please, please… hyung please…”
Hongjoong frowns, tries to stay in role, slowing down his movements and making the drag of San's cock inside him feel even more intense. “What the hell do… f-fuck… you want now?”
With another gasp, San pouts in such a way it sends shivers down Hongjoong's spine. He looks pathetic. Absolutely debauched. “Can I… can I m… m-mount you good? Please?”
“Hm?”
“Please, please, Hongjoongie hyung,” San sobs, with one hand still covering his face in a fist, as if he unconsciously were doing a cat paw. It gives Hongjoong an idea, and he smiles at it.
He lowers his head to San's face, smiling sweetly, he giggles. San gulps and tries to clean the spit on his chin and jawline, but Hongjoong tuts. He knows he's terrible at it, he feels how soft his own demeanor is, but what can he do? “You have to show me your paws and meow for it.”
At this, San opens his eyes widely in silence, but Hongjoong once more feels how stiff he is inside. Hongjoong sits properly on his cock and moves almost absentmindedly, laughs again as he tilts his head coquettishly.
“Do I have to say it again?”
San shakes his head, and moves his shaking, jelly-like hands to the level of his eyes in fists. Out of his mouth quiet whimpers dare to come out, but he's determined to be good, and so, he closes his eyes and scrunches the bridge of his nose, too shy. Opens his mouth but Hongjoong tuts at him again and San has to be good and open his eyes too, and he does.
His irises are glassy as he cries so, so brokenly, and utters out of him a soft spoken, but clear… “meow”.
Hongjoong isn't coy when his dick jumps in interest, and his hips move again.
“Do it again,” he demands.
San struggles, but he's a good cat, so he says it even louder this time. “Meo-ow.”
“Fuck.”
It may be too eager of him, but Hongjoong is whining when he gets off San and lays on his stomach, not even surprised at how San quickly presses his own chest against his back and bottoms out inside him in less than five seconds. The pillow he'd prepared is now under Hongjoong's knees and he tries to tug at it but San can't wait any longer, it seems, and starts fucking desperately into him.
Hongjoong feels the heat of his skin permeating his own, the softness of his lips on his shoulder, and there's no more mint on his breath. It's more human, less concealed, and he loves it, because it's San. He tries to move his hips back but San is hugging him by the stomach and seems to be eager in demonstrate how much he's been wanting this, because every snap of his hips makes Hongjoong gasp and moan in surprise.
“So… sorry…” San is genuinely apologetic, and he thrusts even harder as Hongjoong tightens around him with a loud sniffle.
It's the moment where Hongjoong holds San's hand over his stomach, trying his best to be the one to have the last word and failing even more than his boyfriend, and yes, San is his boyfriend. The sheer joy it brings to him that this beast of a man, this cute man who is fucking him so intensely is his boyfriend… it's too much.
It makes him scream in pleasure.
He feels the warm breath and spit of his lover on his shoulder, and it's starting to dampen his skin, but Hongjoong doesn't give a fuck anymore, he just wants to feel his boyfriend and revel on the feeling, on his beautiful man adoring him like no one else did before. San keeps drooling as he pistons inside him and mutters nonsense that sound like 'I love you' repeated in a constant loop, he holds Hongjoong when he falls on his back and keeps raising his own hips and bucking them inside the man he loves so passionately.
“'m cumming, please, lemme… lemme cum…”
Hongjoong feels like he's about to ejaculate too, but he wants to do it at the same time as San, so he groans with one side of his face pressed against the mattress and slaps San where he can, and it seems to be his thigh, by the way his hand fell on a smooth and wide surface. Which seems to be bad for San, who has to stop his movements almost immediately and take a breath.
“No.”
Even worse.
Hongjoong is able to see San's expression when he sniffles with clear snot rolling down his Cupid's bow, and it should be gross, but he loves it. He thinks it gives his lover a good, pathetic look. “Make me cum first.”
San nods keenly. “O… okay.”
He snaps his hips again and holds Hongjoong tenderly against his chest, and suddenly the way he's moving is so different, smooth like water, slow and deliberate, intense with every thrust. Hongjoong feels overwhelmed out of the blue, he can't even keep his hands up when San keeps fucking him like this, and nuzzling the side of his throat, his wet shoulder, his chestnut hair. It's too much for him, when San grabs one of his butt cheeks and tries to make way even more. Which is impossible, but the air hits Hongjoong just in the right way, and it's like magic.
Curling his toes, arching his back like a cat, Hongjoong cums instantly.
Once again his own dick spurts copious amounts of seminal liquid, and San fucks him throughout it all, slowly, a whimpering mess creating another mess below them. Hongjoong moans loud and clear as San massages his insides and can hear him cry a garbled 'I'm cumming too' before he feels him inside, filling him up even with the condom in their way. Warm, so hot it makes Hongjoong ache a little.
He shakes and feels how sweaty he is when he gets down from the high, and San is still hugging him from behind, tightly, not wanting to let go.
And he'll indulge his sweet boyfriend.
They're breathing hard and loud when San makes them lay on the side, and it makes Hongjoong giggle again, then moan because he's still sensitive, and San whimpers with a low laugh. Tired. “Holy shit,” Hongjoong whistles, satiated and happy. Too happy. Maybe he's a sap after all, romantic when uncovered by the one he loves the most.
San giggles too, Hongjoong can feel his scrunched face against the skin of his neck. “Meow.”
“D… don't,” he answers as decently as possible, but San is still inside him and he just tightened again, felt the whole shape of his shaft against his velvet and hot walls. San also whines, then pouts. “No, don't pout either.”
“'m…” he can't seem to get out of that floaty headspace, and it makes Hongjoong roll his eyes, because this man is too cute for his own good. He pulls him out slowly and San cries a little but complies, tries to stand up and takes the condom out to put it in the trash bin. With wobbly legs he approaches Hongjoong again and sits beside him, clearly wanting to lay down with him too. “Hyung.”
He seems to be very into his headspace. Hongjoong can see how dilated his pupils are, and how he shakes and tries his best to remain up even when sitting down. Giggling again, the smaller man extends his arms towards San and hugs him unexpectedly even for him, the man who doesn't usually wants hugs.
The music in the background has stopped playing for a while now, and Hongjoong just realizes now. Like the mint from San's mouth, it dissolved with their fears and anxieties. He likes that, he likes knowing that both of them were able to show themselves to each other freely, with no judgment.
“I love you too. Let's wait a little and then take a bath, okay?”
“'mkay.” San is also wrapping his unstable arms around Hongjoong's frame. He sounds so rumbly against his ear, low like a cat's purr, cute as one too. “'luv you more.”
A couple of minutes later, they're dressed in light t-shirts and trunks, and both of them have shaky legs when walking down the hallway and holding the duvet and pillows they just debauched. San in particular still has a red flush from his face towards his chest, but he's less splotchy now, and his legs are stable enough to stop him from doing a beeline against the walls of the hallway. Hongjoong is much more composed even with a sore back and his head thumping.
“'m gonna make you some soup, hyung,” San tells Hongjoong as they enter the laundry room, and Hongjoong weakly elbows him on the side. “You seem like you really need it.”
“What hour is it?” he answers back with a question.
“It's seven o'clock,” a grave timber appears so ghostly, and San jumps to the ceiling.
As Hongjoong puts the duvet and pillows in the washing machines, he scoffs. “Good afternoon to you, Mingi.”
“Afternoon to you, indeed,” his roommate squints at him, so tall and so, so angry. “You didn't let me sleep a single bit because of your music and moans. Like, dude, the playlist I made you… You guys fucked to it?”
San stammers in search for an answer, but Hongjoong just puts some detergent and softener on the washing machine, closes it and starts the washing process. “Weren't you at Jongho's for today?”
“I, uh…” Mingi blushes profusely, then shakes his head. “That is tomorrow.”
“Oh, uh,” now is Hongjoong's turn to blush, because it truly is his fault. “Sorry. It. It won't happen again with you here. I promise.”
The taller man sighs, then shakes his head as if understanding the situation better and choosing to be mature about it, even if he felt uncomfortable with the whole 'hearing his best friends in such an intimate moment' thing.
“Don't worry dude. I almost thought there was a girl there or something, it spooked me,” he tries awkwardly to joke about the situation, which makes Hongjoong even more uncomfortable, but it seems like his boyfriend took the comment like damage;
“I'm making you some soup!” San screamed his way away from the situation and ran towards the kitchen, suddenly very red once again.
Both Mingi and Hongjoong looked at each other, and as Hongjoong raised and eyebrow, Mingi nodded, understanding that his nosy-ness wasn't allowed anymore around this topic.