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Next time, Hongjoong will think twice before accepting an invitation to any private event. Especially if this event is related to fashion. Especially in another country. Especially with the opportunity to come to the party after the show itself.
If Seonghwa's presence in his life was something he had gotten used to in three months, he couldn't quite get used to the other models and designers, not to mention how hard it was to be surrounded by them all day and evening. To make matters worse, he'd lost Seonghwa somewhere in the crowd, and now he had no choice but to sit on the couch and wait for someone to find him like a stray kitten on the street. Well, at least there was champagne in any quantity to keep him company. Still, he felt a bit uncomfortable being around such beautiful people and hybrids that he seemed to pale in comparison. Of course, Seonghwa made sure that Hongjoong got the right clothes and makeup before going out, but in his opinion, he still stood out a lot from the rest.
He sighed heavily and pressed his ears to his head, taking out the phone from his pocket and opening the messenger with Wooyoung. As expected, he was still asleep and therefore did not appear online. After giving up on trying to get an answer, Hongjoong just continued to stare off into the crowd of people in front of him, pondering all the life decisions that had brought him to this point. When Seonghwa offered to go to the fashion show with him, Hongjoong didn't even consider refusing, because he always wanted to see his boyfriend on the runway. In general, the show itself went well, but from the moment the party started, everything went wrong: it was difficult to date someone who always attracted other people's attention.
"Good evening." Hongjoong jumped a little as soon as he was addressed in English. "I don't remember seeing you here before."
A tall man was standing in front of him, holding out his hand. He had a soft face, a kind look, and no animal ears or tail, which Hongjoong could have ignored just to have someone to talk to while waiting for Seonghwa.
"My name is Jeong Yunho, I'm a photographer."
Hearing the familiar name, Hongjoong literally jumped up from the couch, extending his hand in return with surprised eyes.
"I've heard of you! Seonghwa said that he was able to work with you in Seoul."
"Oh, you're talking about Park Seonghwa?" Yunho broke into a smile at the sound of native speech.
He sat down next to him, undoing the buttons of his suit jacket and turning his full attention to Hongjoong as the latter couldn't stop thanking fate for this chance. Seonghwa said that Yunho was one of the best photographers he had ever worked with, and a good person at that, and Hongjoong was finally able to relax a little. He just hoped his pricked ears wouldn't betray him completely.
"So, you know Seonghwa? What is your name?"
Hongjoong was so happy to be spoken to that he completely ignored the basic rules of propriety. He blushed and lowered his ears.
"Kim Hongjoong. Seonghwa and I came together, but" —he looked around the room full of people— "I've lost him somewhere. I don't know much about fashion, so I feel lost myself without his help."
"Ah, yes, I'm sure a lot of people wanted to meet him here, so it's no wonder he's busy. We can only wait." He raised his hand and placed the empty champagne glass on the tray of a passing waiter. "Can I clarify something? You said you came here together?"
Rumors in the fashion world were probably even more valuable than in the usual everyday life. He didn't know why Yunho needed this information: maybe he was just being curious and wasn't going to tell anything to anyone else. Besides, Seonghwa would probably have warned him if Hongjoong wasn't allowed to talk about their relationship. So surely nothing bad would happen if he told the truth, right?
Fortunately, he didn't have to think about it much.
"It's nice to see you here, Yunho."
Seonghwa could become a good familiar for some witch because of how suddenly he appeared next to them with his attentive piercing gaze. That scared even Hongjoong. Seonghwa beat his tail against his leg in frustration, even though he had a smile on his face. In his hands was a glass of white wine, which he preferred to drink at all events. Despite the busy day, he still looked as fresh as he had in the morning, elegant and at the same time relaxed. Although it was hard for Hongjoong to even look at his face, because all his attention was focused on any exposed areas of skin on Seonghwa's body that weren't hidden under the black crop top and white fur cape that was currently hanging on his elbows. To Hongjoong, Seonghwa still seemed unreal, and he couldn't stop admiring him.
And apparently Yunho had learned to take in their nonverbal hints from all the time he'd spent with the hybrids, because he sat down a little further away from Hongjoong, straightening his back, but still smiling back.
"Likewise."
Seonghwa walked over to Hongjoong and took his hand, pulling him closer.
"I'm sorry to interrupt you, but we need to leave right away." Hongjoong didn't even bother to protest, obediently getting up from the couch and following Seonghwa, who kept glancing at Yunho as the two of them made their way through the crowd of humans and hybrids.
They were walking somewhere at the end of the banquet hall, passing by the companies of other models, fashion designers, critics and others who had the chance to be here. As Hongjoong noticed, none of them were being subtle about their earnings, judging by how expensive their jewelry was. He felt uncomfortable. He also felt a strange sense of shame, probably because he had spoken to Yunho and made him suspect something about his and Seonghwa's relationship. Maybe he really should have sat there in silence, waiting for Seonghwa to find him and take him home. Hongjoong pressed his ears to his head guiltily, looking down. He looked at the way his fingers intertwined with Seonghwa's, the way he still held his hand gently, almost weightless, but just enough not to lose him along the way. It made his heart flutter a little. As time passed, the number of people around them decreased until they reached the door leading to the bathroom. When they entered, Seonghwa immediately locked the door, turning the handle just in case, and when he was sure they were alone, he turned to face Hongjoong, leaning back and setting the glass down on the counter with the sink.
"I'm sorry I left you alone for so long," he said, looking at Hongjoong as if he had committed the biggest crime in history, and carefully wrapped his tail around his own leg as if he wanted to curl up into a ball.
"It's me who should be sorry, I almost told him everything." Hongjoong took Seonghwa's hands, swaying them slightly from side to side as if he was just a big kid and it would immediately make him feel better. "Is there anything else I can do to fix this? I won't ruin your career, will I?"
Seonghwa shook his head sharply, finally relaxing a little.
"I wanted to ask my agency to release an official statement the other day, you know" —he looked down at the floor in embarrassment, and Hongjoong saw his cheeks light up pink— "that we're together. This will not affect my work in any way. Besides, Yunho is nosy, but he's completely harmless, even though if you sat there for a few more minutes, he'd start asking more personal things about us."
Now it was Hongjoong's turn to be embarrassed and lower his ears.
Meanwhile, Seonghwa sat down on the counter in front of the mirror, taking off uncomfortable shoes. He let out a sigh of relief, throwing his head back. The music outside the door was muffled, the evening still in full swing, and Hongjoong was incredibly sorry that Seonghwa had to walk around wearing high heels all this time and then suffer from the pain. He moved closer, placing his hands on either side of his thighs, and as soon as Seonghwa noticed, he leaned in for a kiss.
"You looked great today." Hongjoong couldn't take his eyes off him, waving his tail dreamily in the air. "My kitten is so pretty, the prettiest kitten in the whole world."
Every time Seonghwa heard something like that about himself, he would giggle a little, covering his mouth with his hand, as if he had just heard it for the first time, no matter how often Hongjoong kept reminding him how much he loved everything about Seonghwa, including his appearance. Seonghwa cupped Hongjoong's face in his hands, leaving short kisses on his cheeks, the tip of his nose, and lips.
And Hongjoong didn't notice when his hands slowly moved to Seonghwa's thighs, gripping the soft skin, and Seonghwa was already breathing heavily, deepening the kiss. He always looked stunning at times like this: when his lips were already a little swollen from biting, eyes blurry, and his tail was constantly twitching.
"Wait, Seonghwa, we can't do it here," Hongjoong tried to warn him, but it didn't work, because Seonghwa pulled him even closer, asking for another kiss.
"All kind of things happen here." After catching his breath and finally finding the strength to get down from the counter, Seonghwa opened one of the drawers directly under the sink. Inside was a box of carefully arranged packets of lube and condoms. Already expecting Hongjoong's question, Seonghwa put a finger to his lips. "Trust me, there's still a lot you don't know about all these parties."
And Hongjoong didn't ask any questions, obediently helping Seonghwa pull off his clothes, including the fur cape that he spread out on the cold counter, which almost gave Hongjoong a heart attack. He couldn't quite wrap his head around how to handle designer things like this, but fortunately, he wasn't responsible for it, so once again, he decided to keep quiet in response to the Seonghwa's actions.
The two of them spun around to face the large mirror on the wall, and Hongjoong snuggled up to Seonghwa's back, wrapping his arms around him and breathing in the strawberry scent from his neck. He had almost stopped paying attention to this fragrance since it had become a usual part of his life, but that didn't mean Hongjoong disliked it at all. On the contrary, when Seonghwa wasn't around for a few days, he would start to feel uncomfortable without the sweet whiff that always followed the other. As it turned out, Seonghwa felt the same way, so he chose the perfume that most reminded him of his boyfriend. Hongjoong ran his tongue along the back of his neck, making Seonghwa shiver and close eyes in pleasure, and when the two of them looked at their reflection, their eyes met.
"You're breathtaking." Hongjoong ran his fingers over the thin skin on the other's neck, wishing that one day he could cover it with hickeys again, which he rarely did. "Do you know that you outshone everyone else today?"
"It’s n-not true." Seonghwa lowered his gaze to the floor, but Hongjoong immediately placed his fingers on his chin and lifted his head slightly, forcing him to look at himself again.
"It is. Just watch yourself and don't look away, okay?"
Seonghwa nodded back. Sometimes he really needed to be reminded that all the negative thoughts about his appearance were literally taken out of nowhere, and Hongjoong was willing to do anything to prove it to him. He pressed down on the small of Seonghwa's back, forcing him to bend and push his hips back. Seonghwa gently wrapped his tail around Hongjoong's forearm. Hongjoong spread some lube on his fingers, checking to see if Seonghwa was looking at himself in the mirror. And the latter, as he should have, was staring at his own reflection, his mouth slightly open and brows furrowed. He was leaning his elbows on the counter, and Hongjoong could see him running his fingernails over the marble surface as soon as he added a second finger. Usually, Seonghwa preferred to take things into his own hands and lead the process from start to finish, but nothing made him change his preferences like the praise from Hongjoong. He treated Seonghwa as if he loved every inch of his body, his voice, and even the smallest movements. And it drove Seonghwa crazy, because no matter how many compliments others gave him, only Hongjoong's words, which made him feel precious and loved, mattered.
"My sweet kitten," Hongjoong whispered, kissing Seonghwa's neck, trying not to leave any marks on his skin, no matter how much he wanted to, and Seonghwa melted at the words, pressing his ears to his head in embarrassment.
He wrapped his tail around the other's wrist and arched his back even more, purring as Hongjoong gently stretched him with his fingers, stroking Seonghwa's chest with his free hand, paying special attention to the pierced nipples. He was delicate in his actions, just like he always was when he wanted to show his feelings for Seonghwa. Hongjoong kept looking at their reflections in the mirror, watching where the other's gaze was directed. Just like he wanted, Seonghwa was watching himself almost all the time, only occasionally glancing at Hongjoong.
Just when three fingers seemed to be enough, Hongjoong stood behind Seonghwa, holding him by the waist as he spread lube on his cock. He could feel Seonghwa shivering at his touch and saw him pressing his forehead against the surface of the mirror, barely able to stand. Hongjoong thought his boyfriend looked incredible, with a red flush on his cheeks, slightly disheveled hair, drooping ears, and lips swollen from biting. Hongjoong rested his head on the other's shoulder as he entered Seonghwa and breathed in the sweet scent of his body. At times like this, his possessiveness was easily noticed, and it was hard for him not to leave a deep bite on Seonghwa's neck that would show everyone that he was already taken.
Hongjoong didn't waste any time with the slow thrusts, starting with sharp and deep ones as Seonghwa was still trying to get used to the feeling of being full. The sooner they're done, the better, because at least this way it won't get too suspicious. As if dozens of eyes wouldn't be drawn to them as soon as they stepped out into the hall. Hongjoong placed his fingers on the other's cock, moving them to the beat of his thrusts. Seonghwa leaned his head back against Hongjoong's shoulder, trying to stay as close to him as possible and getting even more lost to the pleasure. He tried to kiss Hongjoong, but all he could do was brush his lips along the line of his jaw, looking at him as if Seonghwa would never feel the same way with anyone else. This feeling was especially heightened when Hongjoong pushed on the sensitive area at the base of Seonghwa's tail and made him inhale sharply.
"Why did you stop looking at yourself?" Hongjoong asked, and it wasn't even an order, but Seonghwa still got embarrassed and immediately returned his gaze to the mirror.
Maybe now he really understood why Hongjoong loved him so much.
His lips were bruised and eyelids almost bright red from crying. Even his makeup was starting to get ruined, and the mascara left trails of black on his cheeks. Wet strands of hair clung to his forehead and temples, and the blush on his skin went all the way down to his chest, highlighting the sharp collarbones and silver jewelry on his nipples. That was probably why Hongjoong couldn't take his eyes off him every time they had sex.
As if affected by his own attractiveness, Seonghwa leaned forward, resting his palms on the mirror and looking at himself. He closed his eyes and pressed his lips to the cold surface, feeling the sudden change in temperature. From behind him, Hongjoong couldn't help but let out a low moan. Seonghwa was carefully moving his lips and licking the surface of the mirror, not hesitating to graze it with his sharp fangs. He watched himself from under his long lashes, intoxicated by the sight of himself, getting turned on even more. The mirror was starting to fog up, and Seonghwa was already leaning his forehead on it, frowning and breathing loudly. Hongjoong enjoyed it just as much, his hip movements were getting more erratic, and Seonghwa could feel the beads of sweat falling on his back from the other's forehead. His own tail was once again restless, wrapping around Hongjoong's wrists at first and then trying to get to his neck. Seonghwa kept repeating Hongjoong's name, louder and louder each time, until Hongjoong removed his hand from the small of Seonghwa's back and placed his fingers in his boyfriend's mouth, making him moan around them.
"Can you come for me, kitten?"
Seonghwa nodded in response, completely focused on his pleasure.
It only took him one more look at himself, at his lips stretched out around Hongjoong's fingers, to suddenly come at the counter in front of him. Hongjoong let out a moan as he pressed his forehead against Seonghwa's neck and slowed his movements, thrusting as deep as he could into him and finally coming to a standstill. Hongjoong wrapped his arms tightly around Seonghwa, holding him close as he tried to calm down from the orgasm. He felt gentle touches on the back of his neck, and Seonghwa reached out to run a hand through his hair. The two of them purred, giving themselves some time to catch their breath.
"If we go out like this, everyone will know exactly what was going on here," Hongjoong said, rubbing his nose against Seonghwa's skin, enjoying the familiar strawberry scent.
"They already know, darling." Seonghwa lowered his hand and pushed Hongjoong away from him a little, which made him annoyed.
"Then at least let me take care of you."
And before Seonghwa could ask what that meant, Hongjoong was already on his knees, running his tongue over the abused rim. He pushed one of his fingers inside, looking at the way his come dripped out of Seonghwa with each movement, trickling down his thighs. Hongjoong couldn't let a drop fall to the floor, so he obediently licked everything off Seonghwa's skin while the other shivered and moaned from overstimulation, but still leaned back, holding Hongjoong's head by the hair and trying to force him to do more. And of course, Hongjoong couldn't refuse him, as he pushed the tip of his tongue inside and felt Seonghwa's walls tighten around it. He fucked Seonghwa with his tongue and fingers, making him putty in his hands again. Seonghwa was biting his lips and standing on his toes, and it would have been too embarrassing to look at himself now, so he squeezed his eyes shut, focusing only on the way his voice and wet sounds reverberated off the tiled walls.
But just as Seonghwa started to feel his cock harden again, Hongjoong suddenly pulled away and got to his feet, leaving a smack on his butt.
"Why did you stop?" Seonghwa let out a cry as he no longer felt the warmth of Hongjoong's body and shot him a look of displeasure.
"Because I finished cleaning up the mess," Hongjoong answered, looking back at him with the brightest smile in the whole world.
Seonghwa could only sigh heavily. After all, he really couldn't resist Hongjoong's charms and forgave him anything. Seonghwa's legs were barely able to support him, and thankfully Hongjoong was well-mannered enough to help him get dressed and clean up. Of course, no matter what they did, it didn't help much, and Seonghwa, after wiping the area around the sink, decided that they just needed to get to the hotel quickly, trying not to attract too much attention. He left a brief kiss on Hongjoong's lips, not missing the way he immediately pricked up his ears and straightened his tail, looking like a lovesick kitten. Seonghwa intertwined their fingers and opened the door with a giggle.
He clearly did not expect to meet a familiar face there.
"Yunho, don't you dare," he threatened the man with his finger, even though his was red from the embarrassment, and Yunho just threw up his hands in apology and chuckled.
"I'll be waiting for you two to invite me to dinner, seems like it's time to get to know you as a couple." He winked at Seonghwa and let him pass first.
It seemed like there was no way to delay the news of his and Hongjoong's relationship now.