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“Have you had sex before?”
“Wha—” Seonghwa nearly chokes on his water, it almost surging violently out of his nose. He grimaces, knitting his brows together as he turns to the curious blonde who was leaning on the kitchen counter, staring at him with blinking, wide eyes. “Excuse me?” he asks, wiping his mouth and nose with the sleeve of his shirt.
“I said, have you had sex before?” Hongjoong says it so plainly with such an oblivious expression, as if he wasn’t asking something personal, but instead asking what day of the week it was. His tucks his chin into his palms, propping up on his elbows. He slants in closer, perhaps unconsciously licking his lips as he spoke. Seonghwa notices, shaking his head as he takes another, this time uninterrupted sip of water to quench his suddenly parched throat.
“Uhh, y-yes?” is all he could answer. “Why are you even asking?”
Hongjoong slumps onto the counter, his chest pressing into the marble as he pouted. “I’m just… wondering.” He sounds so innocent, like a child who had just discovered the moon was made of cheese and wants confirmation. Seonghwa can almost see the millions of questions he had hidden in those brown eyes.
He clears his throat, straightening his posture and throwing back his shoulders as he sat up. “Uhm, have you?” It was only fair that he could ask the same intimate question back.
“No.” Hongjoong answers immediately, no hesitation whatsoever in his tone. Anyone else in the world would be embarrassed, but not him. Not Hongjoong. It was kind of admirable. He watches as the blonde twiddles his thumbs around one of his dangly silver earrings, his bottom lip extended in the most exaggerated of pouts.
Honestly speaking, Seonghwa didn’t expect such an answer. For some reason, he thought that Hongjoong was the type to sleep around a little, but he guessed it made sense when he thinks about it because the only thing on Hongjoong’s mind ever was (in the sacred words of Rihanna) work, work, work, work, work. Being the leader, lyricist, and composer of Ateez was hard, often grueling and demanding. There were too many things to focus on, too many things to do, and even though Seonghwa stepped in to help sometimes, to mainly take care of Hongjoong really, there was a never-ending list of responsibilities and tasks to be taken care of. Poor thing never had time for himself.
But still, he didn’t really imagine Hongjoong being a virgin. Because well… Look at him. Everything about him was adorable and sometimes overwhelmingly sexy when he wanted to be. His personality was naturally flirty, and there were tons of people fawning over him all of the time, even within their own group. It wasn’t really a secret that Wooyoung and Mingi had a bit of a crush on Hongjoong, the latter actually being so obviously, hopelessly in love with him. Although he has yet to confess, Hongjoong has already turned them both down, letting them know in his own way that their relationship was strictly platonic and would never be anything more. That doesn’t really stop them though. They still call him cute and hug him and kiss him on the cheek on a daily basis. Hongjoong cringes, but he lets it happen most of the time.
Then there’s Seonghwa.
In the privacy of his own mind, he can admit that he’s had rather filthy thoughts about their leader on occasion. All right, not on occasion. A lot. All the time even. Ever since the members and Atiny started calling them a married couple, it was hard not to imagine it. Even though technically he was the ‘wife,’ Seonghwa envisaged it the other way in the bedroom. He visualized taking Hongjoong apart, making him shudder under his touch, completely ruining that tight hole of his. He found it really hot how small Hongjoong was, especially his hands, which were so tiny that it looked like he probably wouldn’t be able to fully curl them around Seonghwa’s girthy cock. He’s definitely pictured that, and god, did it make him horny.
Seonghwa, of course, never acted on these daydreams because they were just that, daydreams. Though Hongjoong had warmed up to him considerably in the recent months, especially in terms of skinship, he only assumes that Hongjoong didn’t see him in that way. Or at least, he never showed that he did.
This was weird.
“You’ve never… fooled around with someone before?”
Hongjoong frowns, nodding his head as he peeled himself off of the counter. “I mean, I’ve made out with a couple people, but I’ve never like, went all the way with someone.”
“Girls?”
“Yep, and guys.”
So fucking honest. It kind of scares Seonghwa how candid he is about his personal life, but he merely chalks it up to them being close. He didn’t realize how close they were until now. He guesss that if Hongjoong was comfortable to ask him about sex in the middle of the day, out in the goddamn open, then they must be really close then.
“I mean, one time, I jerked this one guy off, but eh, whatever. Not like it really counted.” Seonghwa winces at the image of Hongjoong and some blurred face boy touching each other, but he shakes the image away, not letting it bother him too much.
“I thought that you would have by now. Had sex, that is.”
“Eh, I haven’t really focused on dating, I guess.” He goes back to fiddling with his various earrings, reaching over to snatch Seonghwa’s water and take a sip of it.
“So, why are you asking?” Seonghwa gulps, mentally noting that Hongjoong and he basically indirectly kissed with how he was using the same glass. What a schoolgirl thought.
“I just… I’m curious. I wanted to know what it’s like.”
“Why don’t you just sleep with someone?”
Hongjoong giggles. “It’s not like I have many options.”
“What? What are you talking about? You have so many options.”
“No, I don’t. I don’t go out much, haha. I mean, you’re really my only celebrity friend, Seonghwa.”
Ugh, the way he says his name. Seonghwa grabs his water back from him, staring deep into it as he thinks a bit too hard about how both Hongjoong and his saliva was swirling around in there.
“So, tell me about it,” Hongjoong says, stretching his arms above his heard as he skips a bit more towards him. Seonghwa makes a face, unsure what to say to that.
“Uhh, it was good?” was all he could muster. Hongjoong groans, playfully smacking Seonghwa’s shoulder. That spot feels warm.
“I know it probably feels good. But like, what does it feel like? Can you describe it to me?”
“Not really..." This was Seonghwa’s most honest answer. He didn’t have so much of a way with words as Hongjoong did. There were tons of really generic answers and metaphors he could offer, but it would sound wrong and kind of stupid. Simply put, sex was pretty indescribable. It was kind of something you just had to do. There were tons of words and ways you could illustrate it, but you wouldn't really get it unless you just went out and did it. Felt it.
“Stingy.” Hongjoong pouts again, and it makes Seonghwa want to reach out and bite that protruding lower lip.
Fuck.
The conversation ends there as the front door abruptly bursts open. Wooyoung, Mingi, and San pile in, having went to pick up food for dinner. Loudly announcing their return, they wave their buckets of fried chicken in the air like a first place trphy. The scent wafts through the air and Jongho and Yunho emerge from their rooms. Yeosang finally gets out of the shower and rushes over in a robe, afraid to miss snagging a piece. Hongjoong leaves Seonghwa, running to go grab the bags from Wooyoung and San as he cheered and complimented them all for getting the food so quickly.
Seonghwa sighs, still confused as to why Hongjoong was all of a sudden interested in sex. It was so random, he felt. So out of character. He shrugs it off though, choosing to forget about their weird little conversation just this once. Hongjoong's just curious. It's nothing really, he decides.
Hopping off of the chair, he slinks over to where the others were and—ah shit.
His hands immediately shoots to the hem of his shirt, pulling it down over his crotch as he presses himself against the low cabinets of the kitchen island.
He's hard.
***
What confuses Seonghwa even more is that over the next few days, Hongjoong doesn't bother to bring it up again. Everything was relatively normal, or so he thinks. This kind of troubles him though. Why wasn’t Hongjoong bringing it up again? It looked like he had so many questions that he wanted to ask, and it disturbed Seonghwa that he didn’t even get the chance to fail at answering them.
Did he ask someone else? Did he ask Yeosang, or San, or Yunho if they ever had sex? Did they answer him, or push him away? Or what if he asked Mingi? Fucking Mingi, that lovesick idiot.
Wait, did he ask Mingi?
Seonghwa looks up at the two of them, sitting next to each other on the floor of the dance practice room. Hongjoong’s legs are pressed up against his chest, his thin arms wrapped around his knees. He is sitting so close to Mingi, whose long legs are sprawled out all over the place as he leans back on his palms. They are a bit too far for Seonghwa to eavesdrop properly, only hearing the moments when Mingi's voice got too loud. It looks like they are laughing though. They are definitely laughing.
For some reason unbeknownst to him, this irritates him. He can't turn away.
What if he asked Mingi? What would Mingi say? No, most importantly, what would he do? It looks like they’re flirting. Hongjoong places a delicate hand on Mingi’s knee and they’re looking into each other’s eyes now and Mingi has a wide grin on his face. They’re definitely fucking flirting.
Are you kidding me?
Seonghwa imagines them leaving the studio together, hand in hand as they run off to Mingi’s single bedroom. He doesn’t have the trouble of having a roommate, so that leaves him to pretty much do whatever he wants in there. He can almost see Mingi’s big stupid hands all over Hongjoong’s ass, groping it clumsily as Hongjoong moans. He can visualize them kissing, probably messily because neither of them is particularly skilled, he guesses. Seonghwa pictures Mingi taking off Hongjoong’s shirt, his pants, tossing it to the side as he feels him up and all of a sudden, his hands dip. Seonghwa can fucking see Mingi sticking his finger—
“Are you okay?”
San’s voice. He’s waving his hand in front of Seonghwa’s face, concerned and puzzled.
“Are you okay?” he tries again and Seonghwa snaps back to reality.
“What? Huh? I’m… I’m okay.” He feels embarrassed. Swatting San’s hand away, he feigns a smile… Well, the best one he can manage.
“All right.” San doesn’t believe him, but he takes it. Folding his arms across his chest as he raises a brow at him. “I’m just checking because I can hear you grinding your teeth from across the room.”
“I’m fine! I’m okay,”—Hongjoong is getting up from the floor, leaving. Mingi doesn’t follow— “I’m fine, really.” Seonghwa tracks his movement, distracted and San tries to get his attention again. He hears San groan, giving up and walking away to leave him in his… whatever. Mingi gets up too, and Seonghwa expects him to leave, imagining that he’s trying to be discreet or something, that he’s going to, any minute now, make up some lazy excuse that he has to use the bathroom or he’s going to go take a nap. Instead Mingi stands up, walks over to where Yunho is on the small couch in the corner of the room and plops down next to him. The both of them exchange words briefly and then immediately whip out their... phones. It now looks like they're battling each other in some sort of fighting game.
Seonghwa feels embarrassed again, nearly vomiting up his breakfast from how dumb he feels. Here he was, working himself up, making up entire narratives in his head, getting angry all by himself about something that wasn’t even happening. Stupid. Idiot.
This is so wrong.
***
All day Seonghwa avoids Hongjoong. He didn’t let them be in the same room together, purposely keeping away from their shared bedroom because he knew that he was home. Seonghwa hopes that he leaves soon, that he’d go to the studio or wherever else he went when he wasn’t here. Usually Hongjoong wouldn’t even be here, and Seonghwa now regret all the times that he begged him to stay home more often.
But now, Seonghwa has to go into their room.
He just came back from the gym, one of the places where Hongjoong actively avoided if he could help it. It just so it happens that working out was what Seonghwa did when he wanted to keep his mind empty, focused only on the burning sensation of his muscles and surrounded by guys who definitely did not look like the pretty and petite Hongjoong.
He didn’t want to think about it anymore. He kept imagining Hongjoong and Mingi together, and it was so fucking exhausting. Not to mention, earlier that same day, Wooyoung had run up to Hongjoong and back hugged him, slinking his arms around Hongjoong’s waist. Seonghwa groans at that, forcing himself to not watch because he didn’t need another person to be wary of. He’d just be driving himself crazier than he already was.
Seonghwa decides that he’d much rather be physically exhausted instead, and that hopefully he’d be able to crash early tonight so he could also steer clear of having any sort of reaction with Hongjoong.
Seonghwa smelled of sweat, sticky all over from completely going all out to the point where his outfit and hair were drenched. He definitely needed to take a shower. He does just that, deciding against going to get a change of clothes beforehand. Seonghwa didn’t want to have to go into the room twice, once to get clothes and another to actually stay in there. His game plan was to just take a shower, get dressed, and go to bed. The goal was to minimize any opportunity for Hongjoong to address him. He simply couldn’t talk to him today. He refuses to.
The vocalist stands outside of their room, staring at the patterns of the wood grain as he finished drying his hair with a towel. Another one draped across his hips, covering what needed to be covered. His hair was still damp, but he worked at it furiously. Going to bed with wet hair could give him a cold.
Ugh.
Using up the last of his strength and will power and courage, Seonghwa pushes open the door, completely ready to charge to the closet so he could get dressed and go to bed and—
“Shit!”
He is greeted with the sudden thud of a phone hitting the floor, Hongjoong’s mortified expression as his hands scrambled to grab it. He succeeds, but immediately fucks up by trying to hide his phone under his ass.
“Oh, Seonghwa. You’re home.” A fake smile, so obviously fake.
“Yeah… I’m home.” At first, Seonghwa tries to ignore it, but Hongjoong was making it so damn hard not to be curious. His face is completely flushed, and his eyes are bugging out of his pretty little head, unable to focus his attention on a particular spot. Seonghwa steps into the room, his gaze rolling over the curled up Hongjoong who has his back pressed against the wall. He is shifting, attempting to move the phone from under him sneakily.
“…What were you looking at?” Seonghwa asks, and Hongjoong immediately yelps. He shakes his head furiously, like a child who got caught with their hands in the cookie jar, completely denying the crime he was committing. He takes another step forward, and that alone is enough to make Hongjoong panic. He tries to quickly finger his passcode, tries to close the window that he was on before Seonghwa reached him, but he fails. Seonghwa is much, much faster than he is.
“Seonghwa—no!”
He snatches his phone, unlocking it with one hand as the other arm bars Hongjoong back. Seonghwa holds it far away from him, thanking god that he knew his passcode. The leader uselessly fights him, attempting to steal it back, clawing desperately at his arm, but Seonghwa’s arms re much longer than his. Hongjoong can't reach.
Honestly, Seonghwa expected it to be porn or something, probably a lame vanilla sex video of a guy and a girl fucking. It’s embarrassing, but he’d understand it. If anyone was curious about sex, it was really only natural that they’d look at porn. In fact, that's probably the first thing anyone would turn to. It was like a visual lesson of what sex was all about, and it only made sense that Hongjoong wanted to use those videos to learn. Seonghwa notices that Hongjoong is still fully clothed though. His jeans aren't undone, so he definitely wasn’t jerking off just now.
“Everyone watches porn, you know. It’s a normal part of being a boy—”
Wait. Hold on. This was not porn.
Oh, somehow this was much, much fucking worse than porn.
Seonghwa’s jaw practically breaks as it drops, his eyes almost falling out of his head as he sees the words splattered on the screen. “Throbbing cock.” “Moan.” “Good boy.” “Fuck me please.” Scrolling a bit more, it suddenly dawns on him when he sees his own goddamn name in black and white letters.
This was definitely not porn.
It was a fucking fanfic.
A fanfic of the both of them, nonetheless. The two of them. Seonghwa and Hongjoong. Seongjoong. Fucking. Each other. Together. Cock in ass. Oral. Anal. To top it all off, it was kinky as fuck too. Well, actually, it technically is porn, but not in its usual, visual form. He sees both of their names mentioned in a single sentence and it becomes blaringly obvious that it was about them. Seonghwa briefly scans the story, getting the gist of what was happening after only reading a couple snippets of lines. Something about Seonghwa fucking him as punishment for getting the room dirty. Something involving melting ice cream apparently.
He drops the phone onto the bed, turning swiftly to Hongjoong who looks like he is about to cry. His eyes are tinted red, eyelashes clumped together as water lined his lids. Seonghwa hadn’t noticed when he did it, but his hands are wrapped around Hongjoong’s delicate wrists, holding his arms in the air to stop him from hitting fists against Seonghwa’s chest. The both of them still for a moment, neither of them knowing what the hell to say to each other.
Hongjoong is the first to reanimate, using his new burst of energy to thrash his arms free, or at least try to. Seonghwa remains strong, tightening his grip with the thought that if he let go, Hongjoong would run away, never to be heard from again because he’d die from shame.
“What were you reading?” Seonghwa calmly asks, his expression blank as he tries to discern his own feelings on the matter. Yeah, it was a bit weird that Hongjoong was reading a fanfic, and sure, it was definitely odd that it was about the two of them. But strangely enough, Seonghwa felt kind of… happy? Flattered? He didn’t know really. All he knows is that he also felt a sense of relief, that it was about him and not that big idiot Mingi.
“N-nothing!” Hongjoong squeaks, shaking his head no. He suddenly switches tactics, having a go at fake-laughing. “Nothing. I wasn’t really looking at it—Someone, a fan, sent it to me and I opened it and uhm, that’s what you saw. I wasn’t really… reading it.” Seonghwa watches as a look of defeat darkened his eyes, his thin, pink lips down turning as he faces the reality of what happened. None of his excuses were working, he realizes.
Fuck, Seonghwa thinks, he looks way too cute right now.
“I’m going to ask you again,” Seonghwa represses his grin. An evil idea pops into his head, one that's hard to resist. “What were you watching, Hongjoong?”
The leader is visibly panicking now, his mouth only babbling and making incoherent sounds that weren’t even forming proper words. Even though it usually softened Seonghwa up whenever he saw Hongjoong about to cry, he finds a new sinister liking of this Hongjoong, guilty and unable to hide. With a light push of his chest, he guides Hongjoong to lay back onto the bed, his back pressing against the mattress that creaked underneath them. Seonghwa wedges a firm thigh between Hongjoong’s bony legs, brushing it against the seat of his jeans on purpose. Hongjoong jolts at that. A single tear rolls down the side of his face as he turns sideways, so obviously trying to evade Seonghwa’s interrogative gaze. He remains silent though, only using his head to gesture his refusal to answer.
If he wasn’t so wound up himself right now, Seonghwa probably would have waited an eternity until he said something.
Instead, he presses his bare chest up against Hongjoong’s. His sweater feels so soft against his torso. They are horizontal now, Seonghwa is now lying on top of the seemingly petrified Hongjoong. Their faces are only inches apart. He could feel Hongjoong’s inconsistent breath on his lips. Barely audible whimpers are slipping out from the crack of his mouth. His heart is beating so fast, so hard that Seonghwa can feel it syncing up with his own.
“You know, if you wanted to know so badly, you could just ask.” Seonghwa was now full-on grinning, unable to hide the mischief in his expression.
Hongjoong gasps, digging the back of his head deep into the mattress as much as he could as if to increase the distance between his and Seonghwa’s faces. He is quivering, and it only makes him look all the more delicious.
“W-what?”
“I could show you, Hongjoong. If you’d just ask, I could just show you.”
“Show me what?”
“How sex feels. You wanted to know, right?” He chuckles, emphasizing his suggestion by breaching his sweater, smoothing his hand over Hongjoong’s stomach. The warmth makes Hongjoong whimper, pretty much melting into the covers as he focuses on the thumb brushing against one of his nipples. Seonghwa doesn't get the satisfaction of a verbal answer because Hongjoong is keeping his stubborn resolve.
Seonghwa responds by swiveling his hips against Hongjoong’s. He is half-surprised to find that Hongjoong is hard, like rock hard. “Oh? Did you get like this from reading that?” Of course, he did though. Seonghwa barely did anything to prompt an erection, and here Hongjoong was, his cock completely solid underneath the thick fabric of his jeans.
“Did you learn anything from it?” Seonghwa asks, closing his toothy grin to press his lips lightly against Hongjoong’s ear. He purposely makes his voice low and raspy, whispering into his ear with the intention to make him squirm. He doesn't really need an answer, but he craves it. He wants Hongjoong to admit to reading that story, to watch as he admitted defeat. There is something fun about poking at the always perfect Hongjoong. Always so poised, so articulate with his words, so brave… This Hongjoong, however, is the complete opposite of that image, trembling in contrition as he lost the ability to properly speak.
“Tell me, Hongjoong, do you want me to show you like it how it was written?” Another soft peck, this time a little below his jawline. Hongjoong remains as quiet as he can be, but Seonghwa sees his Adam’s apple bob as he gulps. He's struggling.
“What did ‘Seonghwa’ do, hmm?” he murmurs teasingly, “Did he kiss your neck like this?” Seonghwa illustrates, carefully planting three successive kisses down his nape. The last one he stays, lazily sucking that spot enough to leave a mark. A small one, one that would last maybe only a day or so. Hongjoong lets out a moan, a downright whorish one that started deep in the bellows of his throat. It surprises him, jolting backwards as he wrestles with the awareness that he could sound like that. It’s a sound he’s never, ever made before.
Seonghwa relishes in this reaction. He presses further, grinding his thigh into the leader’s crotch. Tugging the collar of his sweater, he licks a spot just below his collarbone, mentally noting the faint scent of strawberries. Must be his bodywash, he notes.
Hongjoong seems painfully aware that Seonghwa is only wearing a towel, a fact that even Seonghwa himself had forgotten. It really isn’t fair that he's is the only one indecent, so he tucks his hands into Hongjoong’s top and pulls it off of him. Stunned, the blonde lets it happen, still not saying anything as he’s undressed. Seonghwa tosses the sweater to the floor, pinning Hongjoong to the bed by the waist as he pulls back.
He’s seen Hongjoong shirtless plenty of times, but this time is different. This time he gets to touch.
His fingers glide over his milky-white skin, committing to memory his curves and the firmness of his build. He’s so soft and small that Seonghwa is afraid he’ll break, but at the same time, that’s precisely what he wants. To see Hongjoong crumble underneath him, writhe in pleasure as Seonghwa manipulates his body.
“What else did Seonghwa do, Hongjoong? Tell me. Did he play with these?” He moves his hands over his pecs, taking his nipples between his fingertips and twisting, tweaking them. He’s not disappointed by the reactions he gets. Hongjoong jerks with each tug, whining. The vision alone makes Seonghwa’s mouth water. The rapper is staring up at him and he’s batting his long fucking lashes at Seonghwa so innocently, looking so delectable. His lips are parted open slightly, colored like wine and shiny.
“Did he kiss Hongjoong like this?” He dipped forward again, unable to hold back now because his patience is running out so fast. This is something he’s been imagining for the longest now, and it doesn’t even seem real.
He kissed him. Seonghwa’s movements are forceful at first as he’s incapable of repressing his enthusiasm and lust. For some reason, Mingi’s face pops up in his head again, that stupid shit-eating grin, and he’s expressing his jealousy through the strokes of his tongue against Hongjoong’s. It's only after a few minutes that he notices that Hongjoong is scrambling to keep up.
Oh right, Hongjoong’s pretty much a virgin. Seonghwa almost forgot.
Slowing down, he changes his movements to be gentler, suckling softly on Hongjoong’s bottom lip as he now eases into Hongjoong’s mouth. The leader coos and Seonghwa can tell he likes it. His hands move down, heedful of all the times Hongjoong twitches. His hand presses into his cock, thinking briefly how painful it must be before undoing the top button, pulling the tab on the zipper. Seonghwa palms his groin over the fabric of his boxers, earning another slutty moan.
“Seonghwa,” Hongjoong breathes.
“Mmm.” Licking his lips, he pulls Hongjoong’s jeans off of him and doesn’t notice how Hongjoong helped by kicking them off his ankles. His poor dick is leaking, a small wet patch on the front. “Tell me, Hongjoong. Do you want me to show you?”
He moans.
Seonghwa decides that he needs more than that, that he actually needed verbal confirmation if he was going to take it a step further. He worries that he’s taking it too far, that he’s forcing Hongjoong to do something he doesn’t want to do. That would make him a bad guy, someone he’d never want to be, especially to him.
“Use your words," he commands.
Hongjoong hesitates, lowering his lids as he stares at his own crotch and then the towel that’s loose around Seonghwa’s hips. It’s virtually useless now. He can see a bit of Seonghwa’s hip bone. He gulps before speaking—so soft, meek.
“P-please Seonghwa. Show me.”
A simple answer, but it’s all Seonghwa needs.
He pounces, suddenly diving back into Hongjoong’s mouth with his lecherous tongue and he’s inside of Hongjoong’s underwear now. The contact is satisfying, hot. He wraps his fingers around the younger’s cute cock, stroking it once or twice before determining that he doesn’t want them on anymore. Seonghwa removes his boxers fast, discarding them in the same pile as his sweater and jeans on the floor.
Now Hongjoong’s the one fully naked, and fuck, it looks amazing.
“Did Seonghwa do this?” He made slow, merciless drags across his thighs. “Or this?” He places a delicate kiss on his cleavage. “What about this?” Seonghwa reaches around his pelvis and grasps his ass hard. Hongjoong yelps, terror stricken, but excited, nonetheless.
“Fuck.” Hongjoong curses, and even though he’s done so before, it sounds oh so indecent because right now, Hongjoong looks like an innocent angel and Seonghwa is like a wicked demon, about to deflower him and steal his innocence.
Seonghwa doesn’t waste any more time, he returns to working Hongjoong’s member and he can feel that his orgasm is forthcoming. It’s expected that he’s quick to build, being that he’s only fooled around with one other person besides Seonghwa. That fact only inspired him to work harder though.
In a flash, Hongjoong scrambles to shout a warning, arching his back up off the mattress as he literally screams when he paints his own stomach with come. The white liquid spots all over, pooling in his belly button. Seonghwa doesn’t stop tugging on his shaft, forcing him to ride his fist way past his climax. He stutters erratically, falling back onto the bed after his last thrust into the air.
Seonghwa tries not to think about how the other members might hear him, and he doesn’t think Hongjoong knows how loud he’s being. In all honesty, Seonghwa doesn’t care; actually, he somewhat wants them to hear, specifically Mingi, especially Wooyoung. He half-hopes that they catch the sweet sound of Hongjoong’s voice and draw that conclusion themselves what’s happening in here. If they do, then they’ll know that it’s Seonghwa’s fault, that he’s the one making Hongjoong cry out so cute like this. That makes him happy.
Dropping down, he naughtily laps at the stains on Hongjoong’s stomach, carefully cleaning him like a cat. He selfishly doesn’t leave a fleck because it would be a fucking waste. Hongjoong's flabbergasted. They make eye contact as Seonghwa slithers back up, kissing him square on the lips and letting him taste himself.
“S-Seonghwa?” Hongjoong calls as he breaks away. “I want to try.”
“Try what?”
“I want to… With my mouth.”
Seonghwa is genuinely surprised, raising a brow as he studies Hongjoong’s features. He’s so damn pretty, he thinks. Long, sharp nose. Flawless snow-white skin. Pronounced jawline. Such a small face. He’s looking down so coyly, but Hongjoong never says things that he doesn’t mean.
“Are you sure?” Seonghwa asks. He can’t be blamed for being apprehensive. He didn’t even consider asking or even expected Hongjoong to want to blow him.
The rapper simply nods, shoving Seonghwa to the side as he slinks down to the ground. The elder shifts, turning around to he sit up on the edge of the bed. Hongjoong wordlessly nestles his way between his knees, fingers are so daintily ticking his thighs as they inch away the white towel to reveal Seonghwa’s rigid, red cock. His breathing is heavy, practically heaving at the sight. Seonghwa smirks, confident in the fact that he had a pretty impressive dick. It was long, thick with a slight tilt to the left.
With a deep breath, Hongjoong began.
It’s immediately obvious that he doesn’t know what he’s doing, but Seonghwa lets him do what he wants. He lazily licks the head, tasting the precum that oozed out from the hole. Hongjoong gathers his spit, taking care to moisten his skin. Seonghwa can tell he’s mimicking what he’s seen in adult movies, putting on airs of being skillful but there’s an undeniable caution in his touches. Hongjoong finally takes in his tip, wrapping his pretty lips fully around and starting to bob shallowly.
“Yes, Hongjoong, just like that.” Seonghwa grunts. He makes sure to praise Hongjoong a little to assure him he’s doing okay.
He seems happy at the compliment, revitalizing his efforts to be more assertive with his movements. Hongjoong increases his pace, trying to take as much as he can take in before gagging. He seems determined to go all the way, but Seonghwa places a hand on the back of his head as if to say that it’s okay, to just do as much as he feels comfortable doing. He can’t help but stoke his hair, grabbing a small fistful of his blonde strands and tugging him. Lightly, not enough to yank him backwards. Hongjoong’s moans feels so good against his sensitive skin.
“Shit, Hongjoong.”
He’s climbing to his peak fast, almost unexpectedly, but he knows that he’s overly aroused simply because it’s Hongjoong. The beautiful, always collected Hongjoong was slobbering all over his erection right now, choking as it hits the back of his throat. So many people would pay so much money, give their lives, sell their souls to see Hongjoong like this, so small between his legs as he’s sliding his tongue from the base of his cock up the length to the tip. He looks so lewd right now, sucking urgently as if his life depended on milking Seonghwa’s cock for all it was worth.
“Hongjoong, I’m about to come,” he warns, thrusting up a little—just a little—as a signal just in case he wasn’t heard.
“Mmmf,” he utters as an acknowledgement. He pulls back a little, but not all the way, and then suddenly, he slams himself down, pushing hard onto Seonghwa’s dick to force it down his throat. The unexpected dip sends Seonghwa over the edge, howling out as he feels himself erupting. He shoots his load deep into the warm, wet cavern of his gullet, unable to stop himself from propelling his hips forward as if to push Hongjoong’s limits. The walls of his esophagus feels so fucking good.
Seonghwa draws himself out slowly, letting the last of his sperm drag on the flat of Hongjoong’s tongue. He’s so obedient, holding his mouth wide open in a perfect ‘O’ as Seonghwa leaves. Hongjoong’s eyes say that he’s sad that he’s gone, feeling empty now, but he’s smirks with his mouth as it closes, and he swallows, dramatically as if to ensure that Seonghwa notices. Then, he's licking his fucking lips like he’d just finished his dinner and God, that’s the hottest thing.
Hongjoong crawls onto the bed next to Seonghwa immediately after and curls up to his side. With a smile, Seonghwa attempts to settle his breath while he snakes an arm around his shoulders, pulling him a little closer.
“Thanks for the meal,” Hongjoong purrs and it makes Seonghwa laugh.
There is a silent agreement between them that this was enough for today. The both of them sync their breaths and turn towards each other, tangling their limbs together. It feels so comfortable here, to be able to embrace Hongjoong like this. It feels natural, and his cheeks were starting to hurt from smiling too much.
Seonghwa couldn’t help but think about how the others might be suspicious, but it’s whatever. He decides that if they did, he wouldn’t deny it. He’d let them know that Hongjoong was his, that no one else could touch him.
Shit.
It all of a sudden registered in his own dumb brain that he too—as they lay there naked cuddling with Hongjoong’s cheek pressed against his collar—was in fact, in love with this man.
Goddamn it.
He was whipped.