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"Fuck, you feel incredible."

Seonghwa groans in exasperation — his breath fanning hotly back into his face where it rests in the pillows — though he hopes it comes out more like a moan, and clenches around the cock inside of him once more. The man fucking into him moans at the pressure, his grip on Seonghwa's hips tightening as he picks up his unsteady pace. The way he's being rutted into doesn't necessarily feel terrible, but Seonghwa can't wait for this hookup to end. He knew from the moment his date entered the dorm that he would have no regard for anyone's pleasure but his own, and if it was going to ultimately be Seonghwa and his hand or his toys at the end of the night then he would prefer to skip to that part as quickly as possible.

Seonghwa had figured out years ago that sex was the best way for him to de-stress after a hectic week of idol life. He started by experimenting with toys, even investing in a sex machine when simply riding or fucking himself with his dildos lost its thrill. Eventually, though, relief became something only another person could provide. It took some time before he could work up the nerve to even broach the topic, but he eventually came to an agreement with San and Mingi that gave him a few hours with the dorm to himself every week. After that, he started a steady roster rotation consisting of a small handful of trusted mutual friends who could keep him satisfied.

On the rare occasion that Seonghwa has to branch out of his rotation, most of the random hookups have been good — some even great. Others, like the predicament he has found himself in now, not so much. This week, none of Seonghwa's regular booty calls were available, forcing him to get back on dating apps to fill the empty slot. The man he settled on — whose name Seonghwa can't even remember now — appeared to be a perfect fit on paper, but now looked completely different from the photos on his profile and seemed intent on distracting Seonghwa from that fact by immediately pressing him into the nearest wall upon being let into the apartment. The guy was short with him, not wanting to discuss much before getting right into the action, and even argued with him about wearing a condom until Seonghwa threatened to kick him out.

Seonghwa has more self respect than this. Under any other circumstances, he would have had this man out of his sight the moment he realized he didn't fully recognize him from his pictures. This week, however, had not been kind to him. Album preparations had been uniquely stressful, with deadlines looming over the eight of them like a storm cloud and dance practices leaving them with aches in places they haven't felt in years. Any other week and Seonghwa would have sent the dude packing, but he really needed a good fuck this week.

It has quickly become apparent to him that this man will not be the one to provide that for him.

Seonghwa rolls his head to his side, casting his gaze across his nightstand until it lands on his phone. He glances backward toward the man still erratically thrusting into him and sees that he has his eyes shut, his head thrown back in bliss, and barely chokes back a scoff. He takes the opportunity to reach for his phone, resolving to un-match with and block this man before he's even had a chance to finish. He punches in his password and navigates to the dating app, tossing a moan over his shoulder every now and then to keep the guy engaged so he can get out of here as soon as possible and Seonghwa can at least try to get himself off before Mingi and San return home. When he's done on the app he swipes over to his messages, checking to see if there's anything important he's missed since finding himself unfortunately under this man. He has a few messages from Hongjoong asking if he's free to review some of the new album tracks with him tomorrow, and he types out a quick reply before putting his phone down and re-focusing on getting this man out of his bed.

He moans with renewed effort, doing his best to sound as pornographic as possible, and begins to rock his hips backward to match the man's messy rhythm. He feels the guy press in deeper, feels his balls smacking against the back of his thighs as he slams his hips into him with renewed effort, and yet not a single thrust gives Seonghwa any bit of the relief he'd been so desperately craving this week. He grits his teeth as each thrust reaches only shallowly inside of him, like the other man has made it his mission to avoid his prostate entirely, and swallows back his pride to continue putting on the performance of a lifetime.

"So good," Seonghwa purrs, clenching around the man once more and arching his back to deepen the angle, hoping for any sort of pressure against the sweet spot inside of him. The sound of moans and skin on skin fills the room as Seonghwa continues. "You feel so good, fuck. Please, come for me, I need it."

That seems to do the trick. The man groans loudly, pressing a hand between Seonghwa's shoulder blades and pushing him deeper into the mattress. "I'm close, baby. God, your hole is so loose, I've stretched you out so good you'll be feeling it for days, fuck—"

Seonghwa can't help the hiccup that escapes him as he scrambles to hold back the laughter bubbling up in his chest. The man had one of the most unimpressive cocks Seonghwa had ever seen, rendering the prep Seonghwa did before he arrived almost entirely unnecessary. He manages a choked out moan in response and clenches down once more.

"Fuck, almost there, just like that—!" The man cries as a shudder runs through his body, his thrusts growing erratic as he grinds deeper into Seonghwa. He finally comes into the condom with a loud groan, draping himself over Seonghwa's back as he stills inside of him. Seonghwa breathes out a silent sigh of relief, and though he's suddenly very aware of his own cock still hard underneath him, he'll be able to take care of himself just fine as soon as he's alone.

The room is suddenly quiet, filled only with the sound of the man's heavy breathing and Seonghwa's own thoughts as he waits for him to recover. His hands find his phone on the bed and he picks it up, hoping to kill time for a few minutes by scrolling through his social feeds. He is stopped in his tracks entirely when he flips it over and sees that the screen is already lit up. His brain takes a moment to catch up to what his eyes are seeing.

An ongoing phone call, just over five minutes long, with Hongjoong.

It's then that Seonghwa realizes the heavy breathing hadn't solely been coming from the man above him. He can hear now that the sound is coming harshly through his phone speakers, louder in Seonghwa's ears than anything else in the room. He scrambles to hit the button to hang up, praying that Hongjoong had answered the phone accidentally and hadn't actually heard anything incriminating — or that his phone was in his pocket and had somehow been jostled just enough to pick up the call. A completely hopeless prayer, he thinks, cursing himself immediately after pressing the red button and attempting to push himself up and out of bed before remembering the man quickly softening inside of him.

He flips around, as much as he can with the added weight above him, to look at the guy. "That was great, really, but I just remembered I have an important call to take." He glances back at his phone again, where his chat with Hongjoong is open, mocking him. "In five minutes. So you really need to go. Now."

The guy scoffs, muttering something under his breath that Seonghwa ignores entirely, and rolls off of him. Seonghwa springs out of bed immediately, tossing his phone onto a pillow as he pulls his underwear back on and over his still hard and leaking — but now forgotten — cock. He stares at his messages with Hongjoong as he tugs his shirt over his head, willing his brain to come up with an apology that could even begin to cover the full extent of what had just happened. The blinking cursor is mocking him when he picks the device back up and types, deletes, and retypes a series of profuse apologies, growing more frustrated and desperate with every failed attempt. He's still workshopping his message when his hookup asks if he should just let himself out of the apartment, snapping Seonghwa out of his frenzy for a moment.

Seonghwa guides the man to the front door, muttering a polite farewell as he finally slips out of the door. Seonghwa heaves a sign of relief as he closes and locks the door, turning around to lean against it as he stares at the chat once again. He types another string of apologies and hits the send button on all of them before he can think better of it, locking his phone as soon as they've all gone through and throwing it onto the couch.

Hongjoongie

hey, are you free to review some of the

album tracks with me tomorrow?

i could really use another set of ears

Seonghwa

yeah that sounds good! are you free in the

afternoon?

Seonghwa

fuck i'm sorry i didn't mean to call you

i hope you didn't hear that

i'm so sorry, it will never happen again

let's just forget about it??

please?

His heart is hammering in his chest as he paces around the apartment in complete silence, shivering slightly when the air conditioning kicks on and he suddenly becomes very aware of the small damp patch on his underwear. He glances at his phone what feels like every other second, willing it to light up with a reassuring message from a confused Hongjoong. A text telling him that he didn't hear anything, that he answered by mistake, that it's no big deal and they can put it behind them. No such message arrives though, and Seonghwa has no idea how long he's been pacing when he's startled out of his train of thought by a knock at the door.

Seonghwa curses as he pads over to the door, hastily unlocking it and throwing it open without bothering to look through the peephole. "Did you forget your keys or some—" He starts, expecting to find his awful hookup standing in the hallway. His sentence ends abruptly when his eyes focus in on Hongjoong standing two feet in front of him, his face flushed with exertion and his chest rising and falling rapidly with his breaths. Seonghwa opens his mouth to say something more — to ask what he's doing here or maybe to apologize once again, he isn't exactly sure — but can't get a single word out before Hongjoong is pushing past him and into the apartment, slamming the door shut behind him and crowding into Seonghwa's space.

The sound of the lock clicking back into place is what finally snaps Seonghwa out of his momentary daze. Heat floods to his face as he watches Hongjoong's eyes rack up and down his body, and he takes a step back to put more space between the two of them. He's suddenly very aware of how little clothing he redressed himself into as his hands instinctively reach for the hem of his t-shirt where it rests high on his thigh to tug it down further, hoping his half-hard cock isn't obvious beneath the thin fabric. Hongjoong flicks his tongue out to lick over his bottom lip, his eyes roaming unabashedly over Seonghwa's torso then down lower as he stalks closer. Seonghwa steps backwards until his back hits the cold surface of the kitchen counter.

"Hongjoong, I—"

"Did you mean it?" Hongjoong asks as he steps into Seonghwa's space once again, not allowing him to finish whatever poor attempt at an apology was about to fall out of his mouth. Hongjoong has him pinned against the counter now, his hands braced against it on either side of Seonghwa. His cocky aura is making Seonghwa feel like Hongjoong's towering over him despite their height difference.

Seonghwa presses back further into the counter top as he scrambles to process the words, blood rushing so quickly between his groin and his brain that he's starting to feel dizzy. "Mean— Mean what?"

"That whoever that guy was, was so good," Hongjoong says, lips curling slightly into an almost cruel smile as he pitches his voice a bit higher around the end of his sentence. "How good could he have been, really, if you were messaging me mid-hookup?"

Seonghwa squirms under the accusation and the heat of Hongjoong's stare on him, confusion making him shrink even further into himself as Hongjoong watches him expectantly. He drops his gaze to his feet, no longer able to meet the other man's eyes.

"I— I don't— I'm so sorry, I don't know how that call went through, I—" he chokes back the beginnings of a sob as Hongjoong presses in closer, the front of his jeans just barely grazing Seonghwa's thinly clothed cock. The smallest taste of friction has Seonghwa's head spinning even faster, faster, and he wants nothing more than to throw himself headfirst into any pleasure Hongjoong will give him. Shame keeps him completely still, however, his hands curling into fists as he digs his fingernails into his palms to keep himself grounded.

"I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to, this week has been so stressful and I just— It won't ever happen again, I'm really sorry. Let's please forget about it?" He can feel hot tears of shame building in his eyes as he blinks up to meet Hongjoong's gaze again. "Hongjoongie, I'm so sorry, please don't be mad," he says, though his voice shakes and it comes out more like a cracked whisper.

Hongjoong clicks his tongue and lifts one of his hands from its place on the counter to caress Seonghwa's cheek, the touch featherlight as he rubs his thumb across his cheekbone and over to his under eye. He wipes away whatever wetness has collected along Seonghwa's lashes before it can roll down his face, and Seonghwa's leaning into the touch before he can think better of it, his hips involuntarily lifting off of the counter for a moment before he schools himself back into some semblance of composure.

"Oh sweetheart, I'm not mad at you," Hongjoong coos sweetly. "But that's not what I asked. I asked if he fucked you good." He smooths his thumb down Seonghwa's cheek to his bottom lip, leaving a trail of moisture behind as he moves, before pressing his nail softly into the plush flesh to watch it indent. "Or if you were so bored you had no other choice but to look for someone else to help you out."

Seonghwa whimpers at the whiplash of Hongjoong's soft tone and the humiliation of the situation he's in, trapped between the cool surface of the counter and Hongjoong's overheated body as he inquires about his failed sexcapade of the evening. His mind almost completely blanks as Hongjoong leans in closer, his gaze flicking between Seonghwa's eyes and his lips as he pulls his thumb down, pulling Seonghwa's lower lip with it. Seonghwa squeezes his eyes shut as tightly as possible, his hand instinctively coming up to press into the center of Hongjoong's chest.

"What do you want, bunny?" Hongjoong murmurs, his breath hot on Seonghwa's face as his nose ghosts over his cheekbone. A high whine escapes Seonghwa's lips when Hongjoong's hand covers his where it rests against his chest, his skin burning at the contact. "Tell me you don't want this." He speaks the words directly into Seonghwa's skin, lips trailing toward his ear.

"Tell me you don't want me to fuck you better than any of those other men could ever dream of. Tell me to go and I'll forget all of this ever happened," Hongjoong rasps into his ear before pulling away entirely. Seonghwa forces his eyes open to find Hongjoong searching his face desperately. "Tell me, Seonghwa."

Seonghwa's fingers curl into the fabric of Hongjoong's shirt as his mind races, warmth pooling deeper in his stomach at the filthy words. Despite his internal turmoil over it, every rational thought screaming at him that this is a terrible, irreversible idea, Seonghwa wants. He wants Hongjoong more than he's ever wanted another man in his life. Standing here now, he suspects he's always felt this way deep down. The fear of what it would mean kept either of them from action until exactly this moment — kept them from making any sudden moves beyond aborted attempts at arms over shoulders and awkward eye contact. But now, face to face and bodies nearly pressed against one another, all pretense is dropped. And Seonghwa wants so badly.

"Please," Seonghwa whimpers, every ounce of shame and restraint leaving his body as the word rolls off his tongue. "You, Joongie. Want you—"

That's all it takes for Hongjoong's lips to crash into his, his hand shifting down from its place on top of Seonghwa's to his waist. Hongjoong takes control of the kiss immediately — Seonghwa's brain too scrambled to initiate much more than a simple press of lips — licking across the seam of Seonghwa's lips hotly until he's granted access to his mouth. The sensation has Seonghwa trembling in Hongjoong's hold, his grip on his shirt loosening as he smooths his hand over the swell of Hongjoong's pec and up to rest his arm loosely over his shoulder. Seonghwa's entire body feels overheated now despite his lack of proper clothing, and his cock has filled back out to a painful hardness straining against his briefs. He feels himself leaking more into the fabric when a low groan rumbles out of Hongjoong's chest directly into his mouth, and his hips roll forward to rut against Hongjoong involuntarily.

Hongjoong tears his lips away at the sensation, letting out another groan as his eyes trail down to the wet spot forming in Seonghwa's briefs. Seonghwa watches as Hongjoong's eyes dilate at the sight, his tongue slipping out of his mouth to run over his bottom lip — almost like he's just barely holding back from drooling at a mere peek of how hard Seonghwa is. Seonghwa can feel heat flooding to his face, from embarrassment this time, at the attention, but he's so worked up he can't be bothered to hide himself from the other man. Instead, he lets out a quiet whimper and rolls his hips more confidently into Hongjoong's, chasing any ounce of pleasure he can find as his mind begins to float away.

"Fuck… Oh bunny," Hongjoong murmurs, his eyes flicking back up to Seonghwa's as a wicked smile stretches across his lips. He shifts to brace both of his hands on Seonghwa's hips, his grip bruising as he angles Seonghwa's crotch right over his thigh, pressing firmly against him. Seonghwa can't help the high moan that escapes him when Hongjoong attaches his lips to his throat, angling his head to the side to allow the man more access.

"You're leaking already, baby," Hongjoong gasps between open mouth kisses on any inch of skin he can reach. "Did the other guy not get you off the way you needed, or are you just that greedy for more, hm?"

A choked sob escapes Seonghwa's mouth at the words as he grinds down onto Hongjoong's clothed thigh, the friction so delicious he feels saliva start to pool in his mouth as he gasps for air. He swallows, trying to find the right words to correct Hongjoong, tell him how badly he needs this, let him know how patiently he's been waiting to come.

"No, he— I—" He gasps when Hongjoong's teeth scrape over a sensitive part of his throat. "D-don't want to think about him, Joongie, only— ah! Only you."

He feels Hongjoong's smile against his throat at the words, his possessive grip on his hips bruising as he helps Seonghwa rut against him. Hongjoong kisses his way back up Seonghwa's throat, across his jawline and then back up to his lips. He presses a firm, sweet kiss there. "My poor neglected bunny, you've been so worked up all week haven't you? And you worked so, so hard too."

Seonghwa's whines pitch higher as he presses all of his weight into Hongjoong, rutting against him with more urgency. He nods his head emphatically. "Yes, yes Joongie, need it so bad, please—"

"I have every intention of giving you everything you need, Seonghwa," Hongjoong says firmly, taking Seonghwa's chin firmly between his fingers to ensure eye contact as Seonghwa absorbs his words. "Let me take care of you, hm? I don't want you to think about anything other than feeling good, baby. Can you do that for me?"

Seonghwa feels his head getting floaty at the words, his entire nervous system screaming at him to submit, to let Hongjoong take control of everything. His hips stop their desperate humping into Hongjoong's as the floatiness turns his legs into jelly. He turns his head into the pressure of Hongjoong's hand on his face, pressing a kiss into whatever part of his fingers he can reach, and moves his head up and down in the best affirmative nod he can muster right now. Hongjoong's words have filled him with a sense of peace and safety that he has never felt with another person before. He's almost giddy with the feeling, a giggle threatening to bubble past his lips as they curl into a lazy smile. This, he thinks, is what I've needed this entire time. To give up control completely, to trust someone so wholly with his pleasure and know that he'll still get exactly what he needs and more. He supposes it's always been an inevitability that Hongjoong would be the person to give that to him.

He trusts Hongjoong more than anyone else on this Earth, he realizes. The longer he stares into Hongjoong's eyes, getting lost in the desire swirling in his deep brown irises, the harder the feeling hits him. An unnameable emotion — something larger than himself, something delicate, something he's been quietly tending to for nearly a decade now — one that has no place being spoken aloud in a situation like this. Seonghwa suspects it's written plainly across his face anyway. Words have never been needed between the two of them, after all.

Rather than open his mouth to blurt out something stupid, Seonghwa wraps his fingers delicately around the back of Hongjoong's hand, urging it up his cheek until he can press another kiss to the delicate flesh of the inside of Hongjoong's wrist. The woody scent he finds there has him softening even further, until he's practically melting into Hongjoong's hold as he inhales deeply and nuzzles his face into the area. Hongjoong's gaze softens as he watches him, allowing him the momentary indulgence.

"From here on I need words from you, okay?" Hongjoong asks, carding his fingers into the longer strands of hair at the base of Seonghwa's neck that he can reach from the position Seonghwa has his hand in. The sensation sends a shiver through Seonghwa's body and he tightens his grip on Hongjoong's wrist. "Nodding isn't a proper response. Do you have a safeword?"

Seonghwa shakes his head slightly which makes Hongjoong cock an eyebrow at him, an amused smile on his lips. Seonghwa's eyes widen as his brain catches up and he remembers he was just asked to speak. "No," he murmurs shyly. "No one has ever asked me for one."

Hongjoong frowns at that, his grip on Seonghwa's hip tightening for a moment before relaxing again. He rubs his thumbs in soothing, slow circles on Seonghwa's hip bone as he considers the words.

"Do you know what the traffic system is?" He asks after a moment. Seonghwa only blinks up at him blankly, so he continues. "Green if everything is feeling good, yellow to slow down and check in, and red to stop completely. Does that work for now?"

"Yeah, that's— I like it, it's easy to remember."

Hongjoong smiles softly at him again, leaning forward to press a sweet, chaste kiss to Seonghwa's mouth. He lingers for a moment before pulling away and gently removing his hand from Seonghwa's face. He trails it down Seonghwa's throat to his shoulder, his eyes following it the entire way. He drags his palm flat down the center of Seonghwa's chest then around to the dip of his waist, giving it a gentle squeeze that makes Seonghwa jump a bit, his hands flying to Hongjoong's shoulders.

"You're so beautiful," He murmurs reverently, and Seonghwa feels electricity spark from his chest down to his toes and then back up again. He's still mustering a response of some kind when Hongjoong's hand is back on the move, snaking down between their bodies and directly to Seonghwa's crotch. He throws his head back in a gasp when Hongjoong confidently wraps his hand around his clothed cock and squeezes lightly. "So perfect for me, look at you. So wet already, and all for me. I can't wait to take you apart." He speaks the words directly into Seonghwa's skin where he has taken advantage of his exposed throat, licking a stripe up from his collarbone to his ear. "What color are you, baby?"

"Green," Seonghwa whines immediately, the pressure on his cock making him see stars after so long without relief. Hongjoong's firm hand on his hip keeps him from grinding into the sensation, and he chokes out a frustrated sob. "So green, Joongie, I need it— Need you, please—"

"You've been so patient, haven't you bunny? Such a good boy," Hongjoong murmurs against his throat, mouthing at the overheated skin there. He kneads his fingers lightly into Seonghwa's aching cock, then closes his lips around a particularly sensitive spot under his jaw and sucks hard. Seonghwa practically shrieks the moan that falls from his lips at the sudden sensation, hips jerking forward into Hongjoong's palm involuntarily.

"Yeah, gonna take you apart, fuck, gonna ruin you for anyone else." He's practically growling into Seonghwa's throat now, his hands much less gentle where they press into his skin. Seonghwa's wraps his arms tighter around Hongjoong's shoulders, his nails digging into the flesh through Hongjoong's shirt as he presses himself against the other man more firmly.

"Only want you, Joong, no one else," he moans, squeezing his eyes shut tightly at the delicious friction on his cock. He feels himself teetering close to the edge just from Hongjoong's filthy mouth and some heavy petting over his clothes, and he feels like a virgin all over again — one-track minded and desperate. "Please, I'm getting close," he whimpers pathetically.

It only takes a moment after that for Hongjoong's hand to abandon Seonghwa's cock altogether, and Seonghwa lets out a frustrated groan at the loss of contact before he's silenced by Hongjoong's lips crashing back into his. He feels Hongjoong smile into the open mouthed kiss as both of his hands slip under his thighs, and before Seonghwa knows it he's being hoisted into the air. Their kiss grows sloppy with the angle change and Seonghwa giggles lightly into it, seizing the opportunity to lick into Hongjoong's mouth, across his perfect teeth, before pressing in further to tangle his tongue with Hongjoong's. Seonghwa hadn't even noticed they were moving until he's being extracted from Hongjoong and tossed onto his mattress, gasping as he bounces a few times before settling in the center of the bed. Hongjoong looks breathless as he stares down at him, his hair mussed a bit at the top of his head and his face flushed.

From this angle, Seonghwa has a perfect view of the bulge in Hongjoong's jeans. He had felt it while grinding into him earlier, but seeing it is an entirely different experience. The two of them had certainly seen each other naked in passing before, given all of the years they spent sharing a bedroom and bathroom, but everything about this moment is so different, so much more charged and intimate. Seonghwa has never seen him like this. Hongjoong's cock is massive, that much is apparent even through his pants, and saliva pools in Seonghwa's mouth the longer he stares at it. Seonghwa is well-endowed, if he does say so himself, yet from what he can see Hongjoong is still miles bigger than him — in both girth and length. He briefly wonders how any bit of that monster is going to fit inside of him until his train of thought is interrupted by Hongjoong kneeling on the bed and coming toward him.

"Gorgeous. You're beautiful, Seonghwa," he says breathlessly, seemingly not paying Seonghwa's ogling any mind. He kicks his shoes off at the foot of the bed as he crawls forward, his eyes trailing from Seonghwa's toes all the way back up to his face. "I can't believe I get to have you like this. God—" He groans as he dips his head down to press a kiss to Seonghwa's thigh, bringing a hand to the underside of his opposite knee and pressing up until he has Seonghwa spread the way he wants. He kisses the inside of Seonghwa's thigh again before his tongue dips out of his mouth to lap at Seonghwa's sweat-damp skin like a man starved. He begins a slow trajectory upward, mouthing at every inch of skin along the way, until he reaches Seonghwa's leaking cock. He presses a wet, open-mouthed kiss to the tip of Seonghwa's cock — right over the wet patch in his underwear — before removing himself entirely, sitting up on his knees between Seonghwa's legs.

He runs his free hand up from just above Seonghwa's crotch to his stomach, bunching up his oversized t-shirt in the process. Seonghwa lifts his arms up in silent confirmation of yes, please take it off, and Hongjoong just stares at him patiently, rubbing a small circle into his stomach with his thumb. Seonghwa can hardly hold back a dramatic eye roll at the action, squirming under the heat of Hongjoong's gaze and his warm touch everywhere but where Seonghwa actually needs it.

"Take it off," he whines impatiently, wriggling around in the sheets even more when Hongjoong only raises an eyebrow at him. "Please."

"There you go, bunny, so well trained already," Hongjoong coos, his delight evident on his face in spite of Seonghwa's pout. He pushes Seonghwa's shirt all the way up and over his head, throwing it somewhere across the room and leaving him in only his soiled briefs. The cold air on Seonghwa's nipples has them hardening almost immediately, and Hongjoong is diving down to take one into his mouth at the same speed. Seonghwa writhes under the attention as Hongjoong swirls his tongue around one nipple, then brings his hand up to pinch and pull at the other. A drawn out moan slips from his lips when Hongjoong's teeth graze over the swollen bud, then an even louder yelp when Hongjoong suddenly opens his mouth wide and bites down into the flesh of Seonghwa's pec. Seonghwa's hands shoot up to Hongjoong's hair at the jolt of pain, fingers curling into the black locks at the back of his head and tugging softly.

Hongjoong chuckles against his chest, sitting back on his heels again and letting Seonghwa's arms slip back down to his sides. He refuses to leave Seonghwa's chest alone, though, pinching at his nipples with both hands now. "I'm sorry bunny, I've been fantasizing about your tits for the longest time. I couldn't help myself." He punctuates his statement with a squeeze to the pec he's just bitten.

Seonghwa doesn't think he looks the slightest bit sorry, though — especially not with the way he's insistently rolling and tugging at his sensitive and swollen nipples, overstimulating him already with the attention. Seonghwa whines and rolls his hips up, attempting to refocus Hongjoong's attention on the more important matter at hand.

Hongjoong tuts at him at the movement, slipping his hands down to his hips to hold him in place. Seonghwa wiggles in his grip, testing Hongjoong's strength, and is quietly delighted at how Hongjoong's firm hold doesn't budge.

"I told you I'd take care of you, baby, didn't I? So demanding," he hums, dipping his thumbs just under the waistband of Seonghwa's briefs. He pulls the band up and lets it snap back down, making Seonghwa twitch in his hold. "So desperate for my cock, hm? Want me to fill you up the way you need? How badly do you need it, bunny?"

The sound Seonghwa releases is more like that of a wild animal than a human as he begins to shake in Hongjoong's hold. Hongjoong's hands slip lower into his underwear and he shakes his head frantically, his mind soaring away from his body in anticipation and a primal need to come, and come now.

Hongjoong's rubbing his hands up and down Seonghwa's thighs underneath his underwear, a gesture that would feel soothing if Seonghwa wasn't as desperately needy as he is right now. "Shh, baby, you're okay, I'm sorry for teasing," he coos softly. "Still green, angel?"

Seonghwa feels tears springing to his eyes at the soft words as he inhales deeply, hoping to calm his shaking body down enough to convince Hongjoong to grow rougher with him — to shatter the last of whatever restraint is keeping him from giving him what he needs. "I'm green, Hongjoongie, I—" He cuts himself off, growing frustrated with his inability to put his desires into proper words for the other man. He wipes haphazardly at his face as he waits for his thoughts to take proper form in his mind. "Been waiting for so long Joongie, I need you— Need you so badly, need to feel you, please, please—"

Hongjoong shushes him again, rubbing firm circles into his thighs with his thumbs. "I asked you not to think, didn't I baby?" In one clean movement he tugs Seonghwa's underwear as far down his spread legs as they'll go, his cock bouncing up and slapping wetly against his stomach. Seonghwa gasps as it springs free — angry and red and leaking into the dip of his belly button. "Such a gorgeous cock, bunny, every inch of you is so perfect. Made for me," Hongjoong continues, taking Seonghwa in his hand and dipping his thumb into his slit before spreading the wetness down his shaft. Seonghwa hisses at the contact and bucks his hips up into Hongjoong's loose grip once, twice, before Hongjoong's hand is back on his hip to restrict his movements.

Then, a wicked grin is spreading across Hongjoong's features as he lazily strokes Seonghwa's cock. "So pretty, I just have to taste you. Let go for me, bunny."

As soon as the words leave his mouth he's dipping his head down and wrapping his lips around the tip of Seonghwa's cock. A strangled moan escapes Seonghwa as he digs his nails into the sheets, afraid that digging his nails into Hongjoong's scalp the way he actually wants to will make him remove his mouth entirely. Hongjoong flicks his tongue into Seonghwa's slit then snakes it around to the underside of his cock as he takes him further into his mouth. Seonghwa can't look away, eyes locked onto the place where his cock disappears between Hongjoong's beautiful lips.

Moans are falling freely from Seonghwa's lips as he throws his head back into the mattress, desperately trying to rut up into the wet heat of Hongjoong's mouth despite knowing it's a fruitless effort. One shaky hand comes up to his lips as he cries out at every flick of Hongjoong's tongue, desperately needing some excuse to keep himself quiet. He slips two fingers into his mouth before he can think better of it, pressing down on his own tongue and wrapping his lips around the digits as he revels in the pleasure Hongjoong is giving him. Saliva slips out of the corners of his mouth as he sucks and moans brokenly into his hand, making a mess of his lips and chin. His eyes are clamped shut as he focuses on the sensations, on how he's leaking incessantly onto Hongjoong's tongue, how close he is already, how badly he needs to come, and how he isn't sure if he's even allowed to — a thought that had never even crossed his mind during sex before. Not until Hongjoong.

He can't dwell on any thought for very long, however, because Hongjoong is suddenly pulling off of his cock entirely. Seonghwa jerks his hips up with a cry, fingers slipping out of his mouth and down his chin. His cock twitches so violently it bobs up off of his stomach for a moment, spurting more pre-cum onto him. "Hongjoong," he gasps. "Joongie, I was so close, please—"

"So needy for something in your mouth you used your own fingers, fuck— If you needed something to suck on you could have just asked, bunny," he says, taking Seonghwa's face between his fingers and squishing his cheeks together until his lips form an O-shaped pout. "I'll give you anything you want sweetheart. Be a good boy and keep your eyes on me this time."

Hongjoong's eye contact is searing as he releases his grip on Seonghwa's face, tapping his cheek twice. Seonghwa obediently opens his mouth, holding Hongjoong's gaze and letting his tongue loll out. Hongjoong rewards him a satisfied hum, and then he's shoving three fingers into Seonghwa's mouth. Seonghwa gags lightly at the intrusion, though it quickly turns into a moan when Hongjoong leans over him to kiss down his chest and stomach back toward his cock, maintaining eye contact the entire way down.

"Oh, and come whenever, darling."

He sucks a kiss into Seonghwa's navel, lapping at the pre-cum there, before he returns his attention to the source. He takes Seonghwa into his mouth nearly to the base in one motion, his throat making a wet click sound as he stares up into Seonghwa's eyes like it's nothing. It's then that Hongjoong starts sucking in earnest, his fingers hooking into Seonghwa's tongue and absorbing every sound that falls from his mouth. He bobs his head up and down like he was made for it, relaxing his throat completely as he sucks and flicks his tongue in a rhythm that has Seonghwa seeing stars. He's struggling to hold eye contact now as his hands fly to Hongjoong's hair where he holds on for dear life, nearly sobbing at the pleasure Hongjoong is relentlessly giving him.

Hongjoong's takes his cock impossibly deeper and the feeling of his cock hitting the back of Hongjoong's throat has Seonghwa's mouth flying open in a silent scream. Hongjoong's fingers slip out and onto Seonghwa's chest at the movement, and he quickly switches his focus to Seonghwa's nipple, spreading saliva all over the bud before pinching it hard.

"Joong, Joongie, oh my god— fuck—!" Seonghwa cries out, desperately trying to be good and refocus his gaze on Hongjoong despite the mind numbing pleasure that has his eyes threatening to roll into the back of his head. "S-so close Joongie, please— ngh, please, please, please—"

Hongjoong continues his brutal pace, filling the room with Seonghwa's desperate moans and the filthy wet sounds of Hongjoong's throat. Seonghwa stares down at him through wet lashes, and Hongjoong holds his gaze in almost a challenge, like he's daring him to do it, come down my throat — like the life-altering blowjob he's giving Seonghwa right now is effortless. Seonghwa digs his nails into Hongjoong's scalp in a grip that is surely painful, but he can't think straight enough to be gentle. He feels his cock twitch in Hongjoong's mouth as he quickly approaches his peak, and all it takes to throw him over the edge into bliss is Hongjoong removing his hand from Seonghwa's hip and instead pressing his thumb gently against his rim.

Seonghwa comes with an inhuman shriek, arching his back completely off of the mattress as his eyes roll back into his skull and he sees stars — no, entire galaxies — behind his eyelids. He vaguely thinks he registers himself moaning frantic thank-yous and variations of Hongjoong's name as he comes completely undone, out of control of his own body and mouth. Hongjoong's pace doesn't relent in the slightest as rope after rope of Seonghwa's release pour down his throat, and he swallows around Seonghwa as he works him through his orgasm. His gaze doesn't leave Seonghwa's face once, reveling in the bliss he finds there — the helpless moans and jumbled words that slip past his lips as he succumbs entirely to pleasure. Seonghwa's heart is pounding in his ears, his entire body going slack and twitching under Hongjoong's ministrations as he takes and takes whatever he's given greedily.

Hongjoong finally pulls off of Seonghwa's cock with a wet pop, his hand coming up to replace his mouth and work Seonghwa through the last of his release as he continues rubbing his other thumb insistently at his entrance.

"So good for me baby, that's it. There you go." Hongjoong says, his voice coming out a bit raw from the abuse his throat just endured.

Seonghwa comes down from his high to Hongjoong's praises as he works him into overstimulation, blinking up at the ceiling a few times until his eyes refocus enough for him to make out the dopey smile on Hongjoong's face as he watches Seonghwa proudly.

"God," Seonghwa mutters, clearing his throat as he figures out how to speak again. "Where did you even learn how to do that?"

Hongjoong's grin widens as he licks at the remnants of Seonghwa's release across his chin and his cheek, swallowing it all down greedily before leaning in close to capture Seonghwa's lips in a tender kiss. Seonghwa can taste the saltiness of himself on Hongjoong's tongue when it dips into his mouth lazily and he moans softly at the filthiness of it. His arms wrap around Hongjoong's neck, one hand slipping under the hem of his shirt to feel the muscles that lie underneath. He pulls away after a moment with a petulant whine, shifting to tug at the bottom hem of Hongjoong's shirt.

Hongjoong chuckles, peppering kisses across Seonghwa's face in spite of the pout the man under him has plastered across his face. "What's wrong, baby?"

"I'm completely naked and the only thing you've taken off since getting here are your shoes," he whines, attempting to pull the shirt up further. "I want to see you too…"

Hongjoong hums, planting more kisses along Seonghwa's jaw as he pretends to consider the request. "Do you think you've earned it?" He asks with a grin, extracting himself from Seonghwa to sit back on his heels between Seonghwa's spread legs.

Seonghwa laughs incredulously at the question. Feeling quite indignant, he tugs at the edge of the comforter, opting to pull as much of the fabric over his naked body as possible rather than indulge the cocky man above him with an answer. The coverage is less than ideal for the point he is trying to make, but Seonghwa is nothing if not stubborn. He turns over as much as he can with Hongjoong between his legs, facing away from him and crossing his arms over his chest.

"Fine," Seonghwa pouts. "Be that way."

The laughter that bubbles from Hongjoong's chest is far too jovial for the situation, and it only serves to deepen Seonghwa's pout. He turns further from Hongjoong's sight, resolutely staring at his neatly organized desk across the room. He feels Hongjoong shuffling between his legs for a moment before shifting upwards and settling his weight on Seonghwa's abdomen — generously avoiding jostling his now-soft cock — then gently pulling Seonghwa's arms away from his chest and pinning his hands in the pillows above his head. Seonghwa can feel Hongjoong's smirk without even turning his head back to face him.

"Don't be like that. I told you I'd give you anything you want, you just have to use your manners. See?" Hongjoong says, leaning his face into Seonghwa's space. He brings one hand down to turn Seonghwa's face toward his own — bracing himself with his other hand by pressing his weight into Seonghwa's wrists — and Seonghwa scowls at him when he meets his eyes. In spite of the sour act he's trying to keep up, he can't help but cast his gaze down from Hongjoong's face to the rest of his body. True to his word, he did give Seonghwa everything he wanted. His shirt has been discarded somewhere in the room, and the button and zipper of his jeans have been undone — either to show off or to make himself more comfortable, Seonghwa can't decide — his hard cock now straining against in his briefs.

Seonghwa involuntarily licks his lips, unable to tear his gaze from the bulge now that he's seen it. His cock stirs in interest, already growing hard again despite the earth-shattering orgasm Hongjoong just gave him. Hongjoong taps his cheek with one finger.

"My eyes are up here," he teases, running his finger across Seonghwa's jaw and down to his throat where his Adam's apple bobs nervously. "Can you handle more, bunny?"

Seonghwa is nodding furiously before he can think better of it, his eagerness overriding every other rational — and more nonchalant — thought in his brain. "Yes, yes Joongie, please. Want your cock, need it," he says, squirming beneath Hongjoong's weight in an attempt to get any amount of pressure on his clothed cock. "Want to make you feel good."

Hongjoong groans at that, his grip tightening on Seonghwa's wrists and his jaw tensing slightly. "Fuck, Seonghwa, you have no idea what you do to me."

"You can let go too, you know," Seonghwa says, his voice nearly a whisper with how softly he says it. "This isn't only about me. You can take whatever you need from me. Anything." He glances away shyly, taking a breath before making eye contact again. "Do you trust me?"

Hongjoong swallows. Nods. "You know I do. More than anyone."

"Then trust that I'll tell you if it's too much." Seonghwa lifts his head a bit to speak the next words directly into Hongjoong's lips, his eyes fluttering shut in anticipation. "Use me."

Hongjoong's lips are crashing into his in an instant, a deep moan rumbling through his chest as his entire body shudders at the words. The kiss is messy and desperate — and Hongjoong's lips still faintly taste of Seonghwa's release — but neither of them care as they rut desperately into each other. Hongjoong's free hand wraps loosely around Seonghwa's throat, resting there possessively without applying any pressure. The symbolism of it has Seonghwa's head spinning as if he were being choked anyway, and he moans high-pitched into the kiss.

"Fuck, bunny. Gonna mold you to my cock," Hongjoong breathes between kisses, gasping the words into Seonghwa's open mouth. "Gonna have you feeling me for weeks."

They stay like that for a while longer — Hongjoong rutting haphazardly into Seonghwa's stomach and Seonghwa quickly growing hard again solely from the other man's pleasure — before Hongjoong loses patience, releasing his grip on Seonghwa and stepping off of the bed. He yanks his pants and underwear off together, kicking them onto the floor with the rest of their clothing. His cock stands proudly between his legs, and Seonghwa can confidently say it's the biggest he's ever seen. It's exactly as big as he'd been imagining it the entire time, if not even bigger. Perfectly girthy and impossibly long, with a thick vein running along the side and pre-cum already leaking from the tip. Seonghwa's mouth fills with saliva as he stares at it, and all he can think about is how badly he wants it in his mouth, how heavy it would feel in his hand. How it couldn't possibly fit inside of him.

"Where do you even hide that thing," he says without thinking, and Hongjoong laughs — the sound delights him. "God, it's— How is that going to fit— How does it even fit in your pants?"

The cocky smile on Hongjoong's face tells Seonghwa that the words have only served to fuel his ego massively, but he can't bring himself to care as his thoughts spiral with so big, so beautiful, I need him inside of me right now.

"I'm sure you can take it, bunny. Still green?" Hongjoong asks, taking himself in his hand and smearing pre-cum down his shaft.

Seonghwa gulps. "Green," he affirms.

"Good. Now where's the lube?"

Seonghwa nods toward his bedside table. Hongjoong opens the top drawer first — thankfully the correct guess — and tosses the clear bottle onto the bed.

"There are condoms in the bottom drawer too," Seonghwa blurts out, cringing slightly as the words leave his mouth. The night had been magical so far, and here he goes ruining it by asking the man he's known for nearly a decade, the person he trusts more than anyone else, to wear a condom. His body tenses in anticipation of an argument as he continues. "I-I'm clean but— It's just a precaution, I—"

"Okay, baby. You don't need to explain yourself to me." Hongjoong smiles softly, leaning over the side of the bed to card his fingers gently into Seonghwa's hair. "Whatever you want."

Seonghwa melts into the touch, an identical smile spreading across his own lips as he releases a soft sigh, all of the tension instantly draining from his body. Of course, he thinks, it's Hongjoong.

He feels himself melt further into the mattress, mind drifting to that floaty place Hongjoong sent him to earlier. Hongjoong presses his lips softly to Seonghwa's forehead before stepping back from the bed to dig through the bottom drawer for one of the XL condoms Seonghwa knows is in there. He stops moving completely when he opens it, which draws Seonghwa's mind back to reality as he looks over worriedly.

"What?" Seonghwa asks, his nerves slowly building again as Hongjoong stares into the drawer, still unmoving. A wicked smirk replaces the soft look on his face as he bends down and picks something up, and only when Hongjoong brings the object up to Seonghwa's eye level does he remember what else he keeps in the bottom drawer.

His hot pink dildo.

Fuck my life.

"What do we have here?" Hongjoong places it on the bed next to the lube before reaching to grab a handful of condoms, his smirk not faltering for a second as he moves. He sprinkles the condoms about the bed — winking at Seonghwa as he does so, the smug asshole — before finally climbing back onto the bed. He picks up the dildo again, and Seonghwa barely resists the urge to cover his face with his hands as he watches him inspect it. "This is big, bunny. Anyone ever been able to do better than some silicone?"

Seonghwa's face heats up immediately, squirming under Hongjoong's gaze as the other man waits for an answer.

"I… like feeling full," he starts, averting his eyes as Hongjoong continues to stare at him with that stupid smirk on his face. "And no— At least…" he trails off, returning his gaze to where Hongjoong's cock is standing proudly between his legs.

"Not until now," Hongjoong finishes, his smirk growing into a full grin. Seonghwa watches in horror as Hongjoong brings the dildo down between his legs, holding his cock in one hand and the toy in the other.

He's bigger than it.

He hums contemplatively. "Not bad." He tosses the toy into the pillows above Seonghwa's head. "But I promise that'll never fill you up the way you need again. Not after I'm done with you."

A full-body shiver runs through Seonghwa's body, making him jolt in the sheets. He's unable to even muster a reply before Hongjoong is on him again, pushing his legs up and positioning himself between them. He grabs the bottle of lube and quickly spills some onto his hand, then squirts some more directly onto Seonghwa's hole. He wastes no time in pushing two fingers into Seonghwa.

"Fuck," he groans, mesmerized by the way Seonghwa's hole sucks his fingers in as he begins to thrust them into him shallowly. Seonghwa squirms at the familiar burning sensation. Hongjoong's fingers are nowhere near longer than his own, but they are much thicker, and the stretch is delicious even after prepping himself and being fucked earlier that evening.

"You're still so tight. He wasn’t big enough to satisfy you, huh, bunny?" He coos, changing the angle of his tentative thrusts until he presses into the spot that has Seonghwa thrashing in the sheets. He smirks at the reaction, targeting that spot with every thrust. He leans over Seonghwa as he picks up his pace, pulling his fingers out to the smallest knuckle before pushing back in to the base. He buries his face in Seonghwa's shoulder, biting down lightly on his collarbone. "No, only I can give it to you the way you need. Only I get to have you like this."

"Yes, only you," Seonghwa gasps, curling his fingers into the pillows above his head and gently grinding into Hongjoong's fingers. He's panting now, writhing under Hongjoong's ministrations. "M-more, Joongie, I need more."

He feels Hongjoong frown into his shoulder as the words leave his mouth. His fingers don't stop inside of Seonghwa, but they do slow into lazy thrusts as Hongjoong shifts to look down at him. Seonghwa whines immediately in protest.

"Is that how we ask? What happened to your manners, bunny?" He presses a kiss to the corner of Seonghwa's mouth. "Try again, sweetheart. Like you're asking this time, not telling me."

Seonghwa swallows the annoyed huff that nearly slips past his lips, pushing the bratty part of himself down before he can say something he doesn't mean. "Joongie, please," he whines, fucking himself sloppily back onto Hongjoong's hand. "I-I can take more, please I need it, I'll be good, just—" he begs, his legs beginning to shake from the effort to keep pressure on his sweet spot.

"You beg so prettily, baby. My good boy," Hongjoong coos, picking up the pace of his hand again and kissing across Seonghwa's cheeks and nose. "Makes me want to ruin you, have you begging and crying on my cock, want to break you, fuck."

Hongjoong slips a third finger into Seonghwa's hole as he connects their lips. He eagerly swallows every noise that leaves Seonghwa's mouth at the new delicious stretching sensation, Seonghwa's body greedily giving way to the intrusion. The kiss is sloppy, completely uncoordinated and more of a desperate press of mouths and teeth, but Seonghwa feels drunk on it. Every sensation that Hongjoong gives him has him ascending higher, higher, until he's floating again, drifting through the galaxies pressed to the back of his eyelids. He's completely breathless by the time Hongjoong disconnects their mouths, unable to focus on anything beyond the points where Hongjoong's body is connected to his. Hongjoong is scissoring his fingers now, fingering him open more thoroughly than he's ever experienced.

"Taking it so well, baby. Look at you, opening up so beautifully for me," Hongjoong says reverently, speaking the words into the skin of Seonghwa's collarbone where he bites and sucks with abandon. "I wish you could see yourself like this, so perfect."

Seonghwa finally feels that he's gotten used to the stretch, that he's more than prepped enough to take him, when Hongjoong slips his pinky inside of him alongside his other three fingers.

Seonghwa gasps out a broken moan, his hips lifting up off of the mattress at the new intrusion and his eyes flying open. He finds Hongjoong isn't looking at him but rather at the way his own hand is thrusting into Seonghwa's hole, his mesmerized gaze full of raw desire. He looks like he wants to eat Seonghwa whole. Seonghwa would let him.

"Your hole is so greedy," Hongjoong grits out between clenched teeth, his pace getting impossibly faster. "You were made for this, bunny. Made to be used like this, to have your hole stuffed as full as possible."

"Made for you," Seonghwa cries out, Hongjoong's filthy words making his neglected cock twitch violently, pre-cum beading at the tip then running down his shaft. He reaches downward to take his cock in his fist, but Hongjoong's free hand is on him faster than he can even wrap his fingers fully around the length. Hongjoong quickly collects both of Seonghwa's hands in his one, pinning them gently to Seonghwa's stomach — like he knows Seonghwa won't fight against the relaxed grip.

"I'm yours, Hongjoong— ah! Please, t-touch me, I'm so, so close. N-need it, please!" Seonghwa's babbling now, words slipping out of his mouth faster than he can think about them. He can't focus on anything beyond Hongjoong's fingers insistently pressing into his prostate, stretching his hole to accommodate girth wider than he's ever taken. He's completely tunnel-visioned, focused only on Hongjoong, Hongjoong, Hongjoong as he quickly approaches his second orgasm of the night.

"Come on my fingers or not at all," Hongjoong replies firmly, finally looking up to meet Seonghwa's eyes. Seonghwa lets out a frustrated moan in response, grinding his hips forward to meet Hongjoong's thrusts desperately. "I know you can do it, bunny. You're taking it so well, you don't need me to touch your useless cock. Come on, come for me pretty boy."

"I can't!" Seonghwa cries out, squeezing his eyes shut again when he feels tears start to form. "I've never— I don't think— Joongie, please, I can't!"

Tears are rolling down Seonghwa's cheeks now, his pleasure feeling simultaneously so close and so far from his grasp. He opens his eyes to look up and Hongjoong tearfully, but there isn't an ounce of hesitation on Hongjoong's face as he returns Seonghwa's gaze. He pushes his fingers deeper into Seonghwa, slipping his third knuckles past his rim, and Seonghwa's vision nearly whites out. Hongjoong sets a brutal rhythm immediately with the new depth and stretch, fucking his hand into him at an angle that has Seonghwa earnestly crying as he trembles under him, unable to do anything but take it.

"God, you're beautiful when you cry for me, bunny," Hongjoong hisses, sweat running down his face and his arm muscles bulging as he focuses on the movement of his hand, on bringing Seonghwa to another intense orgasm. "That's it, show me how prettily you come apart, angel. Come on just my fingers, you can do it."

It only takes a few more powerful thrusts for Seonghwa to obey the command, screaming Hongjoong's name and digging his nails into Hongjoong's hand as his orgasm rips through him. He clenches violently around the fingers still intently pressing into him, body spasming, as Hongjoong's brutal pace continues, working him through it. It's unlike anything Seonghwa has ever felt before, an entirely new kind of orgasm that wipes his mind completely blank as he falls into it. He comes all over his chest, his cock twitching violently and balls pulsing as he makes a mess of himself. He forces himself to keep his eyes open as he comes undone, wanting to watch Hongjoong as he falls apart, to see himself through his eyes. He can see Hongjoong's mouth moving, but his heart is pounding in his ears too loudly for him to make out any of the words.

Seonghwa's brain is still fuzzy, his ears ringing as Hongjoong's thrusts finally slow before he removes his hand entirely. At some point during the entire ordeal Hongjoong had extracted Seonghwa's nails from his clean hand, and was now using it to massage soothingly up and down his hip and thigh as he wipes his other hand off on the sheets.

A desperate need to be close to Hongjoong, to crawl into his skin and live there forever, claws at Seonghwa suddenly. He blinks up at Hongjoong as he finally re-enters his body, shifting to lift himself into a sitting position the best he can on his weak and shaky limbs. He whines when his body won't cooperate with what his brain wants and he collapses back into the mattress, settling for reaching his arms out in a grabby motion toward Hongjoong.

"There you are my angel," Hongjoong chuckles as he indulges him, scooping Seonghwa up in his arms and adjusting them until he is settled comfortably straddling his lap. "You did so, so well for me, baby, I knew you could take it."

Seonghwa winces slightly at the sting in his ass from the new position, but lets out a content sigh as he nuzzles his face into Hongjoong's shoulder. He presses his lips lazily to the skin there, delighting in the saltiness on Hongjoong's skin from his exertion. He grinds lazily into Hongjoong, the slickness of his release and the pre-cum leaking steadily from Hongjoong's cock making the glide smooth and the friction delicious, even on Seonghwa's soft, spent cock. He ignores how messy it all is, his cum slowly growing tacky on his skin, in favor of chasing Hongjoong's pleasure. Hongjoong groans, his grip on Seonghwa's hips tightening as he guides his moments. He tilts his head back, giving Seonghwa better access to his throat and encouraging him to continue sucking marks into it.

"Let me make you feel good, Joongie," Seonghwa breathes between kisses, finally finding his voice again. The sound comes out raspy from the screaming he's been doing. "Need you inside of me, please, let me ride you."

"Shit, yeah okay," Hongjoong says through clenched teeth. He runs a hand across the surface of the mattress until it makes contact with a condom. He cracks open the packet and rolls the condom onto his cock at record speed, and before Seonghwa can even fully detach himself from Hongjoong's throat he's being lifted by the hips and positioned with the tip pressing insistently at his hole. Hongjoong helps him slowly lower himself onto it, small, desperate moans slipping past both of their lips. It doesn't take long for Hongjoong to bottom out, and he was right — Seonghwa has never felt so full in his life, and he doesn't think he ever will again without Hongjoong. His insides are being molded to the shape of Hongjoong's cock, like his body won't ever accept anything — anyone — else ever again.

"So full," Seonghwa slurs. "N-never been so full, feels so good, fuck—"

"Shh, just breathe, baby. Can you do that for me? We can stay just like this until you're ready," Hongjoong says, rubbing soothing circles into Seonghwa's thighs.

His nails dig into Hongjoong's smooth shoulders as he breathes through the new sensation, doing his best to relax enough to start moving. He feels Hongjoong twitch inside of him, and he feels drunk on it — on every movement and reaction of Hongjoong's body. Seonghwa's own cock twitches with interest, and he stifles a wince at the overstimulation as it slowly begins to fill back out. He can tell Hongjoong is holding himself back for his sake, and were it not for more pressing matters he would have gotten emotional at how gentle the other man was being with him tonight — at least, when it mattered.

He takes one more steeling breath before pressing his knees into the mattress and pushing himself up, lifting off of Hongjoong's cock to the very tip before slamming himself back down. A groan rumbles out of Hongjoong, reverberating through his chest as he wraps his arms around Seonghwa's torso. Seonghwa sets a messy rhythm, his limbs still uncoordinated and a bit shaky, but Hongjoong's strong arms move with him, helping him bounce up and down.

"That's it, god you're taking it so well," Hongjoong moans, hips snapping up to meet Seonghwa's. "Feel so fucking good wrapped around me, shit, no one else could fuck you like this."

"No, no! Only you, only Joongie!" Seonghwa shakes his head wildly, moans flying out of his mouth as he desperately tries to hold on to every ounce of stamina he has left and continue his movements. Sweat is dripping off of him now, sliding over his shoulders and down his back in ticklish rivulets. His cock is half hard again, bouncing uselessly between his and Hongjoong's bodies. His thighs begin to shake from the exertion and overstimulation taking over his senses and he whines, looking down at Hongjoong in a not-so-silent plea for him to take over. It only takes a moment for Hongjoong to take the hint, gently pulling Seonghwa off of him and depositing him back onto the bed.

Seonghwa whines again at the sudden emptiness, needier than he's ever sounded in his life — than he's ever felt in his life. The moment his hole is no longer filled to the brim, he is hit with the most intense wave of regret. He wishes he could feel every inch of Hongjoong with no barrier between them, wants to be filled up in the most intimate way possible. Safety be damned, he wants nothing more than for Hongjoong to fill him to the brim with cum. He needs Hongjoong to claim him, to leave his mark deep inside of him. The desire hits him like a freight train, and, now that the thought has entered his mind, he feels he may go crazy if he doesn't experience it right now.

"You did so well," Hongjoong soothes, maneuvering Seonghwa to flip him onto his stomach. "Get on all fours for me, baby. Can you hold yourself up?"

"I think so," Seonghwa replies, lifting himself up into the requested position. He arches his back prettily, his hole on perfect display for Hongjoong. It has the desired effect, Hongjoong cursing behind him and immediately gripping his ass and spreading his cheeks apart to line himself up at his entrance.

"W-wait!" Seonghwa cries, a sudden surge of bravery shooting through him. He reaches behind him, head tilted at an awkward angle as he tries to see where he's grabbing. His hand makes contact with the head of Hongjoong's cock and he urgently tugs at it, the condom bunching up slightly as it's pulled away from the base. "Please, need to feel you. I want you to— P-please come inside of me, Joongie, need it so bad—" he babbles, still tugging at the offending latex.

The groan that Hongjoong lets out if borderline animalistic, coming out more like a growl. He catches Seonghwa's wrist in his hand. "Jesus— Seonghwa, are you sure?"

Seonghwa meets Hongjoong's eyes over his shoulder, doing his best to put every ounce of sincerity he can into his gaze. "Want it so bad, please, you said you'd give me everything I need! I need you to fill me up, Joongie, feel so empty now, please, please, please—"

"Fuck, you're going to kill me." Hongjoong releases Seonghwa's wrist as more pleas spill out of his lips, and Seonghwa wastes no time in pulling the condom the rest of the way off. It snaps against the skin of his ass, and he drops it carelessly into the sheets as he arches his back deeper. "Gonna pump you so full, gonna breed you the way you need, angel. Won't stop until you're dripping, shit—" Hongjoong rambles, lining himself up with Seonghwa's entrance again.

He presses in to the hilt in one fluid motion, punching a broken moan out of Seonghwa's throat as he narrowly keeps himself from falling forward onto the mattress. Hongjoong sets a punishing pace immediately, collecting Seonghwa's wrists in his hand and pinning them both behind his back. A cacophony of moans and skin slapping into skin fills the room, and Seonghwa feels his — now fully hard again — cock leaking onto the sheets at how erotic it all sounds.

"So perfect, bunny, letting me fuck you like this," Hongjoong moans. "You sound so fucking pretty, can't hold on much longer."

"Feels s'good, Joongie, please fill me up," Seonghwa whines, drool pooling under his cheek where it rests in the sheets. "Come inside of me, need it so bad—!"

It only takes a few more deep strokes before Hongjoong is pressing impossibly deeper into Seonghwa, his entire body tensing as the first bit of wet heat floods into Seonghwa. Seonghwa's eyes roll back into his skull at the feeling of Hongjoong coating every inch of his insides, praises and blissed out moans flying from his mouth. His own cock has been long forgotten, but the euphoria that fills his veins from Hongjoong's orgasm is just as satisfying. Hongjoong breathes heavily over Seonghwa for a moment, maybe two, his cock stilling as the last of his release is drawn out of him.

But then, like nothing happened, he begins rutting into Seonghwa again.

Seonghwa's eyes fly open as Hongjoong thrusts into him shallowly, feeling no sign of Hongjoong's cock softening in the slightest as he slowly picks up his pace.

"I'm so fucking worked up baby," he groans. "You're driving me crazy, I'm still so hard." Even Hongjoong seems to be in disbelief at his complete lack of a refractory period, fucking his cum back into Seonghwa as it starts to slip out around his cock. He yanks Seonghwa up by his wrists, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and pulling him flush against his chest. A sharp, surprised cry is jolted out of Seonghwa as he allows himself to be manhandled. Hongjoong works back up to his previous pace, mercilessly drilling into Seonghwa's hole at the new angle and groaning directly into his ear. Seonghwa tips his head back toward Hongjoong, searching desperately for the other man's eyes, and Hongjoong uses the new angle to sloppily connect their lips. He bites down on Seonghwa's bottom lip, tugging it between his teeth as he pushes his hips into overdrive to draw more sweet moans out of the other man.

Seonghwa is completely boneless, bobbing helplessly in Hongjoong's hold. Hongjoong releases his wrists, wrapping his now-free hand around Seonghwa's waist to get a better grip as he pounds into him. The sound is filthy, wet and messy and perfect, and Seonghwa feels tears springing to his closed eyes again from how blissed out he is. His mouth hangs open as Hongjoong ravages his face, his throat, his shoulder, anything he can get his lips on, in kisses and bites. He wraps his arms around Hongjoong's arm on his waist, and gasps when one of his hand slips down his bare stomach.

He can feel his stomach bulging where Hongjoong is fucking into him.

A filthy moan falls from his lips as he lolls his head further back, fully leaning onto Hongjoong's shoulder now so that Hongjoong can see over his. He takes Hongjoong's hand in his own, moving it downward until he knows he can feel it, too.

"S'deep, so big Joongie," he purrs, his mind completely blank in his lust. "So full."

Hongjoong curses as his entire body shudders, his grip on Seonghwa growing bruising as his thrusts grow impossibly deeper. He presses his hand hard against Seonghwa's stomach, pounding into him mercilessly just to feel the way his body makes room for him.

"You were made for this, look at you," Hongjoong bites out, lips pressed to the dip of Seonghwa's shoulder. "Made for me, look at how well you fucking take it. You aren't full until I say so, gotta fill you up one more time, angel." Hongjoong shifts his hand from Seonghwa's stomach to wrap around his leaking cock, sending white hot electricity through Seonghwa's spine as he thrashes in Hongjoong's arms from the combined sensation. The overstimulation quickly melts into pure, unfiltered pleasure, and Seonghwa is helpless to fight it as he quickly approaches the edge of his orgasm again.

"Come again for me, baby. One more for me, I know you can take it," Hongjoong grunts, maintaining his superhuman rhythm. Seonghwa whines, rocking his body back into the thrusts and then forward into Hongjoong's fist as best as he can in this position. The dual sensation has his mind whiting out, the pleasure consuming him and neediness creeping in once more.

"J-Joongie, need to see you," he cries out. "Let me see you, please—"

Hongjoong releases Seonghwa's shoulders, letting his body fall gracelessly to the mattress. He grabs him by the hips, pulling out for a moment to flip Seonghwa onto his back.

"Anything for you, bunny," he says, tenderness in his voice despite the way it trembles from the strain on his body as he maneuvers Seonghwa how he wants him. He pushes Seonghwa's legs up and over his shoulders, then presses his hands into the mattress beside Seonghwa's waist and quickly sheaths himself inside of him once again. In this position, they both have an even better view of the way Hongjoong's cock is pistoning up into Seonghwa's belly. "Mine," Hongjoong says. "All of this is mine, shit— Gonna breed you so full you never forget who you fucking belong to."

Seonghwa can only moan in response, fighting to keep his eyes open as he's split in half. It somehow feels like Hongjoong is fucking into him even deeper than before at this angle, pushing Seonghwa further up into the pillows with the force of every thrust. Guttural moans fall past both of their lips, the position drawing something animalistic out of them. Hongjoong's balls smack wetly against the back of Seonghwa's thighs, strings of cum being pulled along with every thrust out before snapping back onto Seonghwa's skin. Hongjoong takes Seonghwa's cock in his hand once again, stroking it in time with his thrusts.

"Wasted so much time with losers when what you needed was right here the entire time," Hongjoong hisses, mouthing at Seonghwa's calf. "Say it. Tell me who you belong to, who's fucking you the best you've ever had."

"You!" Seonghwa cries, feeling his stomach build with that familiar tension. "Hongjoong, my Joongie, only you! I'm yours, yours, yours, yours—" He ruts desperately into Hongjoong's hand, chasing his release as the words fly out of him. "Please, can I— ah—! Let me—"

He can't even get the words out, and Hongjoong grins wickedly, sitting on his knees and letting Seonghwa's legs fall from his shoulders to wrap around his hips instead. He continues his brutal assault on Seonghwa's abused cock and hole, bringing his free hand to press into the dip between Seonghwa's thigh and his groin.

"Break for me, bunny," he says, slipping his thumb into Seonghwa's hole alongside his cock. He groans as it slides in with little resistance. "Come for me, and I'll give this greedy hole another load."

The filthy words and the last bit of stretch in his hole sends Seonghwa over the edge, his toes curling and entire body tensing as he brokenly cries out his release. Hongjoong pounds and strokes him through it, his rhythm growing messy as he quickly approaches another orgasm of his own. Seonghwa faintly feels him twitch inside of him once, twice, and then he's pressing in hard and staying there, filling Seonghwa with yet another hot load of his cum.

Seonghwa's mind floats away then, and he isn't sure how long he'd been gone when he finally comes back to his body. Hongjoong is pressed over him, chest flush to Seonghwa's and his head buried in the pillow under his shoulder. His chest is rising and falling heavily with his breaths, and his softening cock is still buried deep inside of Seonghwa. Seonghwa vaguely registers dampness on his cheeks and stickiness across his entire torso where Hongjoong is laying on him, but he can't bring himself to care about cleaning up any of it right now. He wraps his legs tighter around Hongjoong's hips, snaking his arms up to rub Hongjoong's back gently.

He feels completely peaceful — like this was exactly where he was meant to be all along. Hongjoong in his arms, connected to him in the most intimate way possible. Pumped full and utterly sated in a way he's never felt before. The stress has completely melted off of his shoulders, fading into the background as his mind buzzes pleasantly and euphoria pumps through his veins. Seonghwa wishes he could freeze time, capture this moment as something stronger than a memory — more resilient, more real. He wants to forget what it's like to ever not feel exactly like this.

They stay like that for a while, Hongjoong's breath growing shallower as he comes down completely. Seonghwa can feel Hongjoong's release leaking out of him around his now-soft cock, and he whines quietly at the sensation. The noise pulls Hongjoong from the daze that his orgasm left him in, and he lazily begins to press tender kisses into Seonghwa's throat. He kisses up his jaw, pushing himself up as much as Seonghwa's hold on him will allow, until he reaches his lips. He presses kiss after kiss there, and Seonghwa can feel every emotion Hongjoong is trying to convey to him through them.

Words aren't needed for him to know what it means. They have all the time in the world to talk about it.

Hongjoong presses one more lingering kiss to Seonghwa's lips before leaning back to look him in the eye. His bangs are sweaty, pressed to his face and sticking up in every possible direction, and Seonghwa can't help the giggle that bubbles out of him at the sight. He leans up to press a kiss to the corner of Hongjoong's mouth, unable to help himself, and delights in how Hongjoong scrunches his nose up in response.

"Gross. Cooties," Hongjoong says, the side of his mouth where Seonghwa kissed him pulling up in a shy smile.

Seonghwa casts his glance downwards. "I think we're well past the point of worrying about that."

Hongjoong laughs, eyes bright with a happiness matching what Seonghwa feels. He collapses back onto Seonghwa, tucking his head under his chin.

"We have to clean this up, Joongie," Seonghwa breathes into his hair.

"Five more minutes."

"What am I, your mom?"

He feels Hongjoong grin. "You'd like that wouldn't you."

"Gross," Seonghwa laughs, shoving at Hongjoong's shoulders. "Seriously, I feel disgusting!"

Hongjoong groans and gives in, pushing himself up completely. Seonghwa hardly even notices Hongjoong slipping out of him, too distracted by the way Hongjoong's tattoo dances on his skin as his muscles flex with the exertion of getting upright again. He whines, however, when he feels cum gushing out of him without Hongjoong there to keep it plugged up inside of him.

Hongjoong stands, stumbling slightly as his feet make contact with the floor. He leans down to press a kiss to Seonghwa's temple. "Shh baby, let me get you a towel. I'll take care of you."

Seonghwa closes his eyes as Hongjoong's figure retreats toward the bathroom, his body melting into the soiled sheets. He must have dozed off for a moment, because when he opens his eyes again Hongjoong is already finishing up wiping him down. Seonghwa catches his eye as he runs a final pass over his sore hole.

"Hi, angel. I'm sorry, I didn't want to wake you, but I think this is a job for the shower," he says, grimacing as he stares down at his handiwork. He rubs the towel over his own chest. "I cleaned up enough for you to walk over to the bathroom without making a mess, though."

"I don't think I can walk like this," Seonghwa laughs, covering his face with a hand. "God, if only there were a big, strong, beautiful man here who could carry me. That'd be so perfect. I'd probably shower him in kisses!"

Not a moment later, Seonghwa is being scooped into sturdy arms, squealing as he's lifted into the air bridal style.

"Haven't I shown you that you don't need anyone else but me?" Hongjoong grumbles, and Seonghwa barely hears him over his giggles. He kicks open the door to the bathroom and deposits Seonghwa onto the counter. He turns on the shower, still grumbling to himself as he checks the temperature before turning back to Seonghwa.

"My kisses, your majesty?" He quirks an eyebrow.

Seonghwa laughs, slipping off the counter on unsteady legs and all but falling into Hongjoong's waiting arms. The other man catches him easily, and their lips meet in a sweet kiss. It doesn't deepen beyond a gentle press, but it makes sparks erupt in Seonghwa's stomach as he grins into it. They part, and Hongjoong ushers him under the warm stream of water. Hongjoong doesn't step in after him, however, and Seonghwa whines, grabbing his arm.

"Give me a few minutes, I need to do something first. I'll be back before you know it!" he reassures, squeezing Seonghwa's hand before letting him go and scurrying out of the bathroom.

Seonghwa busies himself with fingering what's left of Hongjoong's release out of him, wincing at how sensitive he is after all of the events of the evening. Once he's sure he's clean, he begins to scrub the rest of his body. True to his word, Hongjoong returns a moment later, a pink hue to his cheeks. Seonghwa gestures for him to join him and he obliges easily, stepping in to press behind him. Seonghwa turns around to face him and holds a finger up to his face.

"No funny business," he says sternly, but a playful smile accompanies the words. "My poor ass has been through enough today."

Hongjoong bites down lightly on the tip of Seonghwa's finger, eyes bright with barely contained mischief. Seonghwa yelps and pulls his hand away, smacking Hongjoong's chest as he laughs.

"I wouldn't dream of it," he says, looping an arm around Seonghwa's waist. As if on command, his mouth stretches open wide in a yawn. "I need to sleep for a full day after that."

Seonghwa huffs a laugh, reaching past Hongjoong for his hair products sitting on the shelf in the shower. "Turn around," he says. "Let me wash your hair."

Hongjoong easily obliges him, and Seonghwa takes his time massaging the shampoo into his hair. His fingers move in circles around Hongjoong's scalp, and Hongjoong melts into the touch. It's somehow more intimate than anything they've done tonight, getting to take care of him like this. He prolongs it as long as possible before stepping out of the stream to let Hongjoong rinse off, then repeats the entire process with his conditioner.

His heart flutters in his chest as Hongjoong returns the favor, then finally settles high in his throat as he holds back every emotion this night has brought to the surface from spilling past his lips. They finish cleaning each other off quickly after that, and discover that Seonghwa only has one more clean towel left. They take turns drying each other off with it, giggling as they go. Seonghwa sticks close to Hongjoong the entire time, the need to be close to him not fading now they're out of the bed. He delights in the fact that every inch of Hongjoong smells like him, from the top of his head to his toes. Hongjoong is blow drying Seonghwa's hair for him when insecurity finally creeps up.

"You'll stay, right?" he says quietly. It's clear Hongjoong doesn't hear him, but he notices the shift in Seonghwa's demeanor immediately. He turns the dryer off, leaving Seonghwa's hair still damp.

"What was that, baby?" he asks, resting his chin on Seonghwa's head and meeting his eyes through the bathroom mirror.

"Nothing, I-" Seonghwa starts, then swallows. He takes a deep breath. "I want you to stay here. Tonight. Will you please sleep here?"

Hongjoong softens. "Oh, Seonghwa…"

He turns Seonghwa around on the stool he's sitting on, holding him by the shoulders as he meets his eyes properly now.

"I'm so sorry if I did anything that gave you the impression that I wouldn't stay," he starts, eyes sincere as they search Seonghwa's. "I'll be here for as long as you'll have me, I promise. Get ready to be sick of me."

Seonghwa laughs, shoving at Hongjoong's shoulder.

"I could never get sick of you, idiot," he mumbles.

Hongjoong only hums, turning Seonghwa back around to finish drying his hair. When they finally step out of the steamy bathroom, Hongjoong insists that Seonghwa keep the towel wrapped around himself as they go looking for clothes, and Seonghwa begrudgingly agrees.

He smiles when he steps into his bedroom and sees that the mattress has been stripped and re-dressed, the dirty sheets bunched up in the corner of the room next to the rest of his laundry. Other than the sheets, there's no evidence of anything they had just done. Everything has been carefully put back where it belongs, and Seonghwa even spots two glasses of water waiting for them on his nightstand. He feels warm all over from all of the care Hongjoong has shown him, and can't help but pull him into a tight hug right there in the center of the room.

"Let me get you something to sleep in. I think your clothes are a lost cause," Seonghwa says softly when he finally pulls away, already pulling open one of his drawers to look for a t-shirt and briefs to give the other man.

Hongjoong laughs behind him. "Yeah, I think my underwear is irreparably damaged."

Seonghwa grins when he lays his eyes on the shirt he'd been looking for. It's a bit oversized on him, so he knows Hongjoong will have no problem fitting into it comfortably. On the front, printed onto the white fabric, is the scowling face of Marshall from Animal Crossing. He turns around happily, waiting until Hongjoong's attention is back on him before proudly unveiling the shirt.

He holds it out in front of him, letting out a small "ehe!" noise as he displays it. Hongjoong fights to school his expression into a scowl as he stares at it, but his smile breaks through easily as he shakes his head.

"I'm not wearing that."

"Oh come on! You know you want to," Seonghwa giggles, stepping toward Hongjoong to shove it into his chest. "For me?" he says, giving Hongjoong his best puppy dog eyes.

Hongjoong folds easily, taking the shirt and underwear from him with a huff and a roll of his eyes — but his smile never once leaves his face. He pulls both of the items on and Seonghwa returns to the drawer to find clothes for himself. He's pulling his shirt — a random one from their last tour — over his head when he hears voices in the living room.

San's voice filters through his bedroom door. "Seonghwa? Is it safe to come in? We want to know how it went!"

Seonghwa's eyes are blown wide when he looks at Hongjoong, but before he can open his mouth to say anything in return, Hongjoong is already talking.

"Just a second!" He calls back, hand flying over his mouth when he realizes.

The damage is already done. The entire apartment goes silent for a moment before there's a blast of sound.

"Hongjoong-hyung?" Mingi shrieks incredulously, before the door is being bombarded with aggressive banging.

Seonghwa meets Hongjoong's eyes and can't contain himself any longer, raucous laughter spilling from him unrestrained.

"I guess you have an audience to show your shirt off to, then."