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11:48pm.
The numbers on the clock taunted Hongjoong, gently illuminating his bedside table in a harsh, red light; a contrast to the gentle glow of moonlight through the curtains. Hongjoong was tired, but the growing feeling of need in his stomach was ruining any intentions of sleep that he had hoped for. His mind had been replaying a moment he'd had with Seonghwa earlier that day, a heated make-out in his studio that had left him high and dry. His hand snaked down, groping his hard-on through his sweatpants. Groaning, he turned onto his back. Seonghwa would usually be there to finish whatever he had started earlier that day, but he was busy working himself to the bone rehearsing their newest choreography at the studio.
A taste of his own medicine, Hongjoong supposed.
Rubbing his hands down his face, Hongjoong sat up, swinging his legs over the side of his bed. A cold shower and quick jerk off session was his best option at the moment, as unsatisfactory as it would be. He could just pester Seonghwa for a blowjob once he was home, he had been spending most nights in Hongjoong's bed anyway, so he accepted that it would work to quell his desperation for now.
He opened the door to his bedroom, creeping out of the doorway and along the corridor, trying to make as little noise as possible on his venture to the bathroom. Him and Seonghwa often found themselves awake long into the early hours of the night, preparing everything for their songs and albums, but the two members in the dorm were wiser, sleeping at much more appropriate times. Neither Jongho or Wooyoung were light sleepers by any means, but Hongjoong didn't want to deal with Wooyoung's whining in the morning if he did accidentally wake him and Jongho needed the rest so he could sing to his fullest potential.
He tiptoed past Wooyoung's closed door, before approaching Jongho's room. The door was slightly ajar, a faint blue light visible through the crack, making him turn his head. It wasn't like the youngest to be awake at this hour — In fact, he was usually the one urging Hongjoong to sleep earlier. He paused, fighting a mental battle in his brain before deciding he could ignore his boner a bit longer in favour of checking on Jongho. Walking closer, he peeked his head into the room, huffing out an affectionate laugh at the sight that greeted him.
Jongho had fallen asleep while using his phone, the same social media video playing on loop where it had fallen out of his hand onto the bed next to him. Smiling, Hongjoong walked into the room, softly closing the door behind him. He tiptoed up to the bed and crouched next to it, clicking Jongho's phone shut and moving it onto the nightstand. He rested his head on his arms, watching the younger sleep peacefully. Soft breaths left Jongho's parted lips, completely at ease.
Hongjoong's hand reached out, brushing a stray hair away from his face before placing a gentle kiss on Jongho's forehead and standing up to leave the room.
As he turned, however, something caught his eye.
Jongho was sleeping on his stomach with one leg bent up, the covers pushed off of his body. Hongjoong hadn't noticed the sleep shorts he had been wearing, nor the full view it was giving him of Jongho's ass.
The visual was quick to cause heat to spread throughout Hongjoong's body, starting in his cheeks and settling in his stomach - an abrupt reminder of why he'd left his room in the first place. He felt his mouth go dry, sucking air through his teeth with a hiss. Jongho was a sight to behold, to say the least. Tiny, loose shorts left nothing to the imagination, the curve of his ass fully visible and exposed to the room. Plush lips hung open ever so slightly, eyes closed with long eyelashes fluttering over his cheeks. He was the incarnate of filth, fantasy and innocence; the juxtaposition made Hongjoong's head spin with desire.
All of the members had been dating for around a year now. They loved each other dearly, happily living in their polycule together.
Alongside their meaningful relationships with each other, the sex was pretty fucking good too.
Sloppy make-outs, rushed hand jobs, wandering hands. They were all shameless and open. All of them, except for Jongho.
They had all taken notice of how Jongho would avert his eyes, suddenly fascinated with the seams on his clothes as soon as the topic of sex came up. His usually brazen and mature demeanour making way for heated cheeks and stuttered excuses. Not the type of people to push their youngest too far, they shielded their rendezvous from the youngest.
It had become an unspoken rule between them all. Sexually, he was off limits; forbidden fruit, ripe for the taking.
Hongjoong had always wanted what he couldn't have.
But in the dark of night, the shadows conceal his movements, a smoke screen for his desires to be acted out in confidentiality. For now, the twilight cradled them both - his dirty secret, safe for now, as he reached out to touch along Jongho's sleeping form.
Hongjoong traced his fingertips up the back of Jongho's thighs, from just above the back of his knee all the way up to where his ass met his thighs. Alarms sounded in the back of his mind, urging him to turn away and leave the room, to be a responsible hyung, but where would the fun in that be? He swallowed his conscience, smoothing both his palms up and down the expanse of tan skin in front of him, moving his hands up to gently cup Jongho's ass. The bed dipped, mattress creaking quietly as Hongjoong moved to sit with his knees either side of Jongho's thighs, careful not to rest too much weight on top of him, lest he wake the youngest up.
Saliva pooled in his mouth, he felt like he was in a trance as he stared at the way his tiny hands framed the plush fat in front of him. He caressed the boy underneath him, his middle and ring finger teasing under the hem of Jongho's shorts. The members might of respected Jongho's clear aversion to sex, but that didn't stop them from looking. It was hard not to stare at the way his thighs moved under his tight pants while he danced, even harder not to be distracted by Jongho's fat hips and ass. Poor thing had no idea just how much he was tempting his hyungs.
They'd all shared hushed whispers with each other in the practice rooms, it was no secret that they all craved to touch their beloved maknae, to show him just how loved he really was as they took him apart, piece by piece.
Hongjoong continued stroking Jongho with his left hand as his right made it's way further underneath his shorts, the fabric loose enough to allow his hand access. Expecting to come into contact with underwear, confusion hit him as the soft skin stretched on and on, before clarity made it apparent that the youngest wasn't wearing anything underneath. Hongjoong groaned, dick twitching at the realisation. He could feel shreds of his rationality snapping, fingers digging into the fat as his hands groped the youngest fully.
He glanced up to check Jongho was still asleep, smiling softly at how relaxed he looked. Blissfully unaware of the way his hyung was playing with his unconscious body. Hongjoong massaged the flesh beneath his hands, marvelling at how it spilled out between his fingers as his hips began to slowly hump against Jongho's thighs. The back of his mind screamed at him, telling him he was taking advantage of his sweet youngest member, but the way Jongho's ass moved as he played with it had his cock leaking into his pants, desperation flooding his brain, silencing any rational thought.
"Fuck, baby. You have no idea what you do to me — to us." Hongjoong panted, hands moving to frame Jongho's head, blanketing his body as he began steadily grinding his cock into his ass. "Acting so coy, teasing your hyungs. We've been so good to you, haven't we? It's only fair you give us something back, love."
Jongho stayed sound asleep as Hongjoong slipped further into desire, libido clouding his thoughts. Steady breaths began to fill the room, the drag of Hongjoong's sweatpants rough against his dick, a barrier keeping him from crossing that final line. He could feel the slick of precum beginning to soak through, dampening Jongho's shorts as he humped against him like a horny teenager.
The final straw broke in Hongjoong's mind as Jongho shifted.
He froze, reality setting in quickly at the situation he was in — his relationship with the youngest and all of his members was on the line. His hands tensed in the sheets as he watched the younger softly move around, biting his lip to silence a gasp as Jongho's hips pushed back into Hongjoong's aching cock. A sleepy whine left his lips before he stilled once more, falling back into his unaware state.
A beat passed in the silent room. Then another. Another, until Hongjoong was confident Jongho was still asleep. He let out the breath he had been holding, relaxing his grip on the sheets. Staying still as he came down from the sudden adrenaline of fear, his mind reeled. His cock was harder than it had ever been in his life — not that he would ever admit that to Seonghwa.
He reached down to grip the band of his sweatpants, pulling them down and freeing his dripping cock, sighing at the relief. Gripping the base, he slowly stroked himself to take some of the pressure off as his eyes raked across the sleeping form trapped beneath his thighs. Oh, how badly he wanted to fuck into the sweet, pliant ass underneath him, making a mess of him until Jongho woke up in a pile of his own sweat, drool and cum. Hongjoong wasn't stupid, as much as he wanted to give in, he knew it would wake the youngest up the second his cock breached his rim. For now, he'd settle for the next best thing.
With Jongho's legs trapped between them, he moved his knees, pushing his thighs together. Hongjoong gathered as much saliva as he could in his mouth, before opening it, letting the spit lewdly fall off his tongue, dripping into the space between Jongho's thighs, right under his ass. Taking his middle and index finger, he rubbed the spit into the crease before starting to fuck his fingers between them. He closed his eyes, savouring the feeling, picturing how Jongho's tight hole would feel around them instead. Tears would fall down his face as Hongjoong ruined him, reaching down to grab onto his wrist, crying something about 'It's too much, hyung, please slow down—'.
Hongjoong had exercised all of his patience, he needed to fuck into Jongho's thighs before he lost his mind. He removed his fingers, moving himself up his body before settling his cock right at the tight space he had created for himself. Dragging his tip through the pool of spit a couple of times, Hongjoong began to push between Jongho's thighs.
"Fucking hell." He was already a wreck. The weight of Jongho's plush thighs squeezed around his cock was almost too much. Praying to whatever higher power could hear him, he hoped he could one day experience this while Jongho was awake and aware of his surroundings. He would beg him so sweetly, moans like saccharine, to just 'please stop teasing' the poor boy underneath him.
Head thrown back, Hongjoong began to piston his hips against the pliant body beneath him. It was dirty, a sloppy mess of Hongjoong's spit and precum. Wet noises began to quietly echo in the room as he picked up his pace, the bed creaked, Hongjoong's low groans joining the mixture of sounds.
"What a good boy, letting hyung use you like this." Heavy pants left his lips, filling the space around them as Hongjoong leaned down, his head next to Jongho's ear. "Could make you feel so good, Jongie. Fuck— Would open you up so nicely, have you ride me, watch you fuck yourself stupid on hyung's cock."
Hongjoong was starting to lose himself to the mind-numbing pleasure surrounding his dick, only being brought back by the tiny, barely-there whimpers leaving Jongho's precious lips, pleasure taking him over, even in his sleep.
He huffed out a laugh, "Shit, you're perfect," Hongjoong began thrusting harder, "does it feel good, baby bear? Making such pretty noises for me and you don't even know it— Fuck!"
Everything was fuzzy — the air in the room hung impossibly thick, full of desperate groans and unconscious whines for more. The smell of sweat and sex seeping into Hongjoong's skin, wrapping itself around his brain, surrounding him. His cock was leaking a steady stream of precum, fucking into the sloppy mess of Jongho's thighs, uncaring if his rough movements would wake the boy anymore — it felt too good to think about stopping.
His hand moved from beside Jongho's head, tracing down his spine before grabbing a handful of his ass. In a quick movement, he pulled his sleep shorts to the side and spread him open, moaning at the sight of Jongho's untouched hole on display for him. Dragging a thumb over his rim, he watched it twitch under his touch, having to hold himself back from slipping it in dry right then and there.
All too soon, Hongjoong felt pressure building in his stomach. Jongho fidgeting underneath him, tensing his thighs around Hongjoong's heavy cock, languid whimpers falling from his mouth—
"Fuck!" Hongjoong pulled out from between Jongho's pillowy thighs, placing his dripping tip against his hole, hurriedly stroking himself until his orgasm washed over him. Milky white dribbled from his cock, slathered right against Jongho's hole, leaking down between his thighs — it looked as if Hongjoong had actually filled him up, coming undone deep inside of him just to watch it drip out. The pornographic sight burned itself into Hongjoong's memory as he battled with the realisation that he couldn't let this be a one-off.
Heavy pants left him as he came down from his high, tucking himself back into his sweatpants, cringing at the feeling of cum on his soft dick, sticking to the fabric. He gently pulled Jongho's sleep shorts back to their original position, as if it would cover his depraved acts. Cum was clearly visible all over his thighs, beginning to soak through the tiny garment. Having already reached his release, he looked down at his sweet cub beneath him, sympathy tugging at his heart strings.
Jongho was still making cut-off whines and whimpers, hips occasionally twitching into the bed below him. He was no doubt hard, yet, still sound asleep. Guilt rose in Hongjoong's throat — he hates to leave his partners unsatisfied, but the risk of Jongho waking up was far too prominent. With a heavy heart, he stood up from the bed, pressing a gentle kiss to Jongho's cheek in an apology.
"My baby bear," he whispered to the sleeping boy, stroking his sweaty bangs away from his face, "I'll make you feel good one day, hyung pinky promises."
A final kiss to his forehead and Hongjoong stood back on his feet. Wincing at the drying cum on the inside of his pants, he decided his original plan of a shower might be in order after all. Moving away from Jongho's bed, he reached for the door, hand hovering over the handle. He paused.
Blinked once, then twice.
Hongjoong could of sworn he'd closed the door behind him.
He stared at the open crack in the door for a moment longer before shrugging it off. So, post-orgasm haze was starting to mess with his memory now. Good to know.
The hallway felt cold compared to the heat of Jongho's room. Feet padded softly along the carpeted floor, stepping into the bathroom and flicking on the light. Hongjoong was quick to shower, scrubbing his hair thoroughly, lathering soap in his hands to wash off the rest of his dried release. He watched the water swirl down the drain, wrapping a warm, fluffy towel around his hips as he used a second one to pat down his hair, resting it around his neck.
Stepping into his bedroom, he made sure he actually closed the door behind him this time. He threw the towel around his shoulders onto the chair by his desk, rummaging through his drawers to find a fresh pair of sleep clothes before he crawled into bed. Warm, orange light softly filled the room from a lamp on his desk. Hongjoong hated the big light, instead preferring to settle for the gentle glow of a smaller one on his desk.
Feeling sexually satisfied and refreshed, Hongjoong relished in the comfort of his bed clothes. He couldn't wait to finally sleep in his bed, right next to the strange figure, that definitely wasn't there earlier, laying against his pillows.
…
Wait, what?
"Jesus!" Hongjoong jumped about five feet in the air, making Seonghwa snort. The eldest was laying in Hongjoong's bed, glasses perched atop his nose, absently flicking the pages of a book he was reading.
"That's a new one. Usually, you settle for 'Mommy'." Seonghwa's smug eyes met Hongjoong's bewildered stare, "Something to tell me, Joongie? Do you have a blasphemy kink now?"
Hongjoong stumbled over his words, urging his heart rate to calm down from the sudden scare. This wasn't the first time Seonghwa had let himself into their dorm and Hongjoong would be a fool to think it would be the last. "When did you get home?"
Seonghwa closed his book, resting it on the nightstand with his glasses. "About half-an-hour ago." His eyes narrowed, piercing into Hongjoong's skull. "And you? Where have you been? Your shoes were by the door, so I know you've been home."
"I was showering." He half-lied through his teeth.
"So I can see." Seonghwa's eyes darted to the towel on the chair before flicking back to Hongjoong, an unsettling smile decorating his lips. "Strange. I didn't hear the shower running when I came in."
Images of the last hour flashed through Hongjoong's mind, alongside images of what would happen if Seonghwa knew.
Sweat beaded at his brow. His only option?
Lie directly to Seonghwa's face and try to live with himself afterwards.
"Ah, I was doing my skincare first." Hongjoong smiled his cat-like smirk, the same one that always took the eldest off his feet.
Seonghwa cooed at him, pulling back the covers and opening his arms, inviting Hongjoong to curl into his side, which he quickly accepted. "My sweet Joongie, our busy little Captain." He pressed a kiss to the top of Hongjoong's hair, still damp and smelling of vanilla shampoo, inhaling the comforting scent deeply.
Giggling, Hongjoong wrapped himself around Seonghwa's waist, hiding his face in his neck, closing his eyes. Seonghwa smiled fondly, moving them further down the bed into a more comfortable position for them to sleep in. The bed was warm, even more so with Seonghwa's presence.
Breathing deeply, the younger of the pair began to let himself fall into a deep sleep. Physically exerted and spent, he let himself melt into his lover's arms.
Seonghwa didn't fall asleep as quickly.
His eyes stayed open.
Calculating.
Thinking.
Planning.
He smiled again, just as unsettling as before, this time without Hongjoong awake to see it. With a quick kiss to Hongjoong's head, he started to drift off.
Seonghwa couldn't wait for tomorrow.