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Sometimes Hongjoong regretted living side by side with the non-hybrids so much. The same people who unlike him didn’t feel the approaching weather change and therefore insisted on working in the office when thunderclouds were clearly gathering outside the window. Now that he had to leave his shift early because the lights had gone out in the entire building and the wind had added to the terrible downpour outside, Hongjoong thought that he would be better off getting a job somewhere else, with a hybrid like himself as his boss.
He also regretted sharing the apartment with Jung Wooyoung. He could have used the extra room as an office, dining room, or even a closet, but he decided to politely share it with his friend. As it turned out later, this was a huge mistake.
But it all started well. They often spent their free time in clubs and bars, burning through their youth and having one-night stands. Then they gathered in the kitchen in a rumpled state, discussing all the events that had happened, trying not to look at the sunlight to avoid headaches and nausea, and finally get ready for the next working week. It had always been like this, it should have always been like this, until day X came, the day of big problems, as Hongjoong called it, or the best-night-that-changed-my-life-and-brought-Choi-San-into-it, according to Wooyoung. And then there were no more going to clubs and bars together, because Wooyoung had been busy courting the love of his life, leaving Hongjoong all alone.
He could have sworn he had smelled someone else's pheromones before he even opened the door, which meant Wooyoung hadn't seen his message and stayed in bed with his boyfriend. It could be fine if the door to their room wasn't open, Hongjoong just wouldn't put up with it for a second time. He went into the apartment and perked up his ears. He heard the shower being turned on, but there were no other sounds. They probably went to bathe together. Hongjoong shrugged off his bag, took off his shoes, and went straight to the kitchen, his stomach aching with hunger.
Well, it’s going to be fine, one day he will have the opportunity to get promoted, he will no longer be so dependent on any decision of his superiors, he will be able to decide everything for himself, get more money, earn a better apartment for himself, stop sharing it with the living embodiment of highest libido possible. But for now, all he could do was silently eat the leftovers of yesterday's chicken noodle broth in the kitchen. Wooyoung wasn't such a bad cook when he did everything carefully though and Hongjoong wouldn't ever complain. While enjoying his meal, he even forgot about the existence of anyone else in the house until the two came out of the bathroom giggling and wrapping their tails around each other. Hongjoong's skin crawled with anger and disgust, and he felt the need to spit out a ball of fur like his ancestors used to.
"You know, maybe we should—" Wooyoung was the first to notice another pair of shoes in the hallway and peeked apprehensively into the living room. "Hongjoong? Are you back yet?"
"Unfortunately for you, yes."
As soon as Wooyoung took a glimpse into the kitchen, he lowered his ears guiltily and blushed, barely able to bear the glare.
San followed him into the kitchen, and Hongjoong's face immediately softened. There was certainly no reason to be angry with him. The two of them were the ones who were in deep trouble, having only succumbed to Wooyoung's charms once, and now they would have to deal with him for the rest of their lives. But San wasn't a bad guy, really, and Hongjoong even chatted with him in the kitchen sometimes while Wooyoung was busy with something else.
"Hey, San, how's your evening going?" He smiled, and the younger boy perked his ears up smiling back.
"Great! If you and Wooyoung need to talk, I can leave." Wooyoung clung to his boyfriend's arm, looking at Hongjoong with pleading eyes.
"No, you should stay here till the rain stops." Hongjoong switched back to his angry scorching gaze and turned to Wooyoung. "I'll talk to you later."
He knew full well that they wouldn't be able to keep it down, but thankfully, at least one of them still had the conscience to let Hongjoong sleep after a hard day's work.
Sometimes Hongjoong felt like a parent. However, children don't usually invite their parents to the club to make up for something they did. It seemed that something had gone wrong in Wooyoung's upbringing. He would eventually grow out of his phase of being a little horny devil, Hongjoong was sure of that. He was lying lazily on the couch, trying to unload his brain by mindlessly scrolling through social media feed. He would have almost been able to do it if Wooyoung's annoying mumbling wasn't right next to his ear.
"I'll pay for you! Any drinks you choose, I promise! Just please don't be mad and come with us on Friday. You'll love it!"
Hongjoong hit him in the face with his tail, just because the younger was sitting on the floor within reach and had brought trouble upon himself, but the idea of getting free drinks didn't sound so bad, and for the first time this week he was ready to negotiate.
So now he was knocking down shot after shot at the bar, not worrying about how much money he had spent. Hongjoong had come with them for a drink, and he was willing to make Wooyoung regret his decision to make up to him that way, because even though he got drunk fast, it never stopped him, especially when he had access to slightly more expensive drinks other than a mix of vodka and energy drinks. Wooyoung dragged them to one of his favorite clubs, where the price of an entrance fee was higher, but they didn't have to worry about their security for the whole night either. As it turned out, Hongjoong was still used to the deafeningly loud music, the perpetual cigarette smoke in the air, and the smell of other people's bodies. He almost felt at home here, and he might even have looked at the crowd of humans and hybrids more often, but today just wasn't the day to go looking for someone to brighten up the evening. Wooyoung and San had gone to the dance floor, leaving him alone, and Hongjoong sometimes checked around, searching for them in the pile of bodies, but his head was noticeably heavier each time, and when he tried to turn around abruptly, he felt sick.
Was it his fifth shot already?
Well, it wasn't his money anyway, and there were no plans for Saturday. Now he would drink so much that both of his friends could only carry him out, then he would suffer for a day, sleep through it, stay at home on Sunday, and on Monday he would have the willpower to go back to work. Maybe getting out like this more often really wasn't a bad idea. The main thought he had was not to get too much into it, after all, he did not tolerate alcohol as well as in his university years, and it was necessary to constantly keep this in mind.
Suddenly he felt a soft brush of someone's tail against his ankle. Hongjoong looked down, but there was nothing there, and as soon as he looked back up, there was a hybrid standing in front of him, apparently also a cat. The fur on his ears and tail was of silver color, looking soft and fluffy, clearly better than Hongjoong's, whose red fur that was getting thinner from stress. For some reason he felt a surge of embarrassment.
But the stranger looked at him with a smile, not even thinking to comment on it. He sat down on the chair next to him, and only then Hongjoong focused more on his face than ears. Either the alcohol in blood was already doing wonders for his perception of the world around him, or there was a model-like guy across from him with soft features and plenty of burgundy eye shadow, a velvet choker of the same shade sitting tight around his neck. He was wearing black leather pants, a semi-sheer white blouse, and oh goodness, was that lace lingerie underneath? No, that was definitely due to alcohol.
"And why is such a kitten sitting all alone?"
Hongjoong's head was spinning. Not from alcohol this time.
"Well, I'm actually here with my friends, but they've probably already gone to the bathroom," he said, surprised that he could still form any sane sentences. Just don't screw it up.
"Then do you mind if I sit here with you?" Hongjoong stared at the other's collarbones showing through the thin fabric, but only noticed it when he heard the laughter. "Name is Seonghwa."
The man held out his hand, probably for a handshake, as Hongjoong thought at first, but his palm was turned towards the floor, fingers relaxed. Only now did he see that Seonghwa's nails were long and painted black, which only made him look even more like a cat. Hongjoong's tail twitched with interest, and he gently took the other's hand and brought it to his lips, only lightly touching the soft skin that smelled like strawberries. It might have been the hand cream, but right now Hongjoong would have believed that even Seonghwa's body smelled like that on its own.
"I'm Hongjoong, pleased to meet you," how he could even remember his own name now was a mystery.
Seonghwa didn't miss the chance to run his nails along Hongjoong's chin, making him raise his ears in interest and close his eyes slightly.
"I like your piercings, they look cute." Seonghwa didn't hesitate to touch Hongjoong's ear with his fingers as the other tried to resist the urge to twitch his ears. "I also have a couple of them."
Hongjoong looked questioningly from Seonghwa's face to his ears and didn’t see any. Maybe he just didn't wear accessories today? Seonghwa noticed his confusion and giggled with a hand over his mouth. He leaned closer to Hongjoong, running a nail down his thigh.
"They're under my clothes, silly, you'll see later."
Oh. Hongjoong's tail twitched with interest in the air again, which did not go unnoticed.
"Would you like a drink? I'm paying." Hongjoong didn't plan to say this, but his intoxicated mind did. It seemed that he wouldn't even remember his courage the next morning.
"I get drunk fast, so keep your eye on me." Seonghwa turned to the bartender and pushed himself up a little (definitely not for Hongjoong to get a better look at the way the curve of his back ran smoothly down to his butt) and ordered some kind of wine. Well, it suited him just fine, even though Hongjoong was surprised they even had wine in a club like this. Seonghwa turned back to face him again. "I haven't seen you before, first time here?"
He shook his head and immediately regretted it, feeling the world slowly spin before his eyes, belatedly following his gaze.
"I used to come here when I was still a student, but now there's a lot of work to do, and it's not great being the third wheel," he chuckled, cursing Wooyoung again, who was probably sucking San off in the bathroom at that moment.
"If you don't want to leave this place alone, I can help." He fucking winked. "But later, I don't want the night to end now," Seonghwa tapped his fingernails on a glass, looking at Hongjoong, clearly checking him out.
"Do you want to go dancing then?"
Seonghwa smiled sweetly as he downed the entire contents of his glass in one gulp. Yes! Yes! Hongjoong finally got at least one hint right and couldn't stop thanking his drunk mind for it.
But then the two of them got up, and Hongjoong realized that he was much shorter than Seonghwa, especially when the latter was wearing heels. Well, it was awkward, but this had happened before, so it was time to get used to it. Besides, Seonghwa himself wasn't worried about it at all and calmly led him to the center of the dance floor. They immediately attracted a lot of attention. Probably Seonghwa was the sole reason for that and Hongjoong was just lucky to be there, but that wasn't surprising. The alcohol had completely taken the edge off his worries, and the only thing that really mattered right now was how Seonghwa only looked at him, often seemingly accidentally brushing him with his tail, hand, or hip.
During his break from club life, neither the music nor the people who visited it have changed. There were still a lot of very young men and women around with limitless amount of energy, and Hongjoong felt a little uneasy. Why is he the one, out of all the people here? He thought Seonghwa would look better with someone else rather than him, but Seonghwa seemed to have other thoughts about that, judging by how close he was and how openly he was running his hands over Hongjoong's body, biting and licking his own lips. The two of them knew exactly where this was going to lead, and no, Hongjoong would not survive this night.
"Do you want to go to my place or yours?" Seonghwa asked. Hongjoong hadn't even noticed that they were standing incredibly close during the slow dance, and Hongjoong was right, the strawberry smell was more like expensive perfume and was all over Seonghwa's body.
"My friend and his boyfriend may come to my place at any time, so—" Hongjoong replied. Seonghwa responded with a smile that reminded him of a predator, and the idea of being eaten didn't seem so bad anymore.
"Fine, then I'll order a taxi and wait for you at the exit." He had to bend down a little to kiss Hongjoong on the cheek, probably leaving a trace of lip gloss there, and then disappeared into the crowd.
Hongjoong's knees were about to fail him.
He found a lone couch in one corner occupied by a couple he knew, but for some reason San was now comfortably sitting on Wooyoung's lap, which was too weird and complicated for Hongjoong's barely functioning brain. Well, at least they were dressed. He tapped Wooyoung's shoulder because he looked a little more sober than San.
"I'm leaving, the apartment is yours today." They both gave him questioning looks, but at the same time San shifted his weight slightly, and Hongjoong heard a moan that he didn't want to hear and hurried to the exit. Whatever was going on between the two of them, he wasn't looking forward to being traumatized again.
The air outside was cold, which sobered Hongjoong up a bit, but it was like he was back to the same state as soon as he saw Seonghwa standing off to the side, waiting for him. As soon as he noticed Hongjoong, he immediately rushed towards him, perking up his ears and wiggling his tail a bit. He looked even better under the moonlight, and Hongjoong really wanted to see Seonghwa again at least once after that night.
"Aren't you cold?" Hongjoong didn't wait for an answer as he took off his leather jacket and draped it over Seonghwa's shoulders, who blinked in surprise. He moved closer to him, holding his arms on the other's waist and wrapping his tail around Seonghwa's leg.
"Thank you, that's definitely better." Seonghwa hugged him back and purred, rubbing his cheek against Hongjoong's hair, subconsciously trying to leave his own scent on him.
The taxi arrived quite quickly, but Seonghwa didn't hurry to get in, instead holding Hongjoong's hand and looking into his eyes.
"Are you sure you want to come with me?" There was a little bit of concern in his voice.
"Yes, absolutely, why do you ask?"
"Because I think you're really cute, and I wouldn't want you to sleep with me just because you're drunk." Seonghwa pouted and looked away, his ears drooping slightly.
"But I really want to, even if I was sober, I would still go with you." Hongjoong gently took the man into the car with him. "And I don't mind buying you a coffee as soon as you're free."
Seonghwa's smile lit up again, and it warmed Hongjoong's heart. Even in the taxi, he was much calmer, snuggling up to Hongjoong, nuzzling his neck and purring softly. They were driving to the remote part of the city, where houses and apartments were obviously more expensive, almost no cars or people in sight, and it looked as if their evening would end with a hug in bed and a quiet sleep. Maybe Hongjoong would be lucky to get kiss on the lips today.
But Hongjoong's mind went blank as soon as they entered the apartment, and Seonghwa's hand ended up in his pants.
"Don't be shy, kitten." He ran the fingers of his free hand down Hongjoong's neck, lingering just a little on the area under his chin, causing him to purr. "Let’s get inside."
He could have sworn he wasn't so drunk anymore, but the lingering sweet aroma coming from Seonghwa made his head spin even more than it had in the club. They both were no longer reluctant about showing their fangs when they kissed, occasionally biting each other’s lips. Hongjoong's was having a hard time unbuckling Seonghwa's belt until he was pushed down on an armchair facing the panoramic windows in the living room.
"You can look, but no touching for now."
And Hongjoong had no choice but to watch the moonlight reflect on Seonghwa's body, highlighting the silhouette of his body. He turned around, unhurriedly unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it down over shoulders. He tilted his head to the side and ran his fingers over the exposed neck that Hongjoong wanted to sink his teeth into, showing all of his wild nature. But right now he could only sit obediently, waiting for Seonghwa to finally let him do at least something. The shirt fell to the floor without a sound, and Seonghwa's trousers followed as well. Even when not facing Hongjoong directly, he was well aware of the state he was driving him to just by running his tail over the other's arms, clearly teasing, until there was nothing left on his body but a lace burgundy lingerie set that matched the choker and eye shadow. The color contrasted mesmerizingly with his fair skin, which literally glowed under the moonlight, and Hongjoong involuntarily dug his fingernails into the leather of the armchair. Perhaps he wouldn't have had such a strong desire to touch someone else's body if it wasn't for the order Seonghwa had given him. Come to think of it, he really reminded Hongjoong of the forbidden fruit.
He turned around to face Hongjoong, softly smiling at his delighted sigh, and leaned back against the cold window with his arms crossed. His pierced nipples were slightly visible under the thin fabric. Hongjoong could feel his patience running out, and the tightness in his jeans hurt beyond belief.
"Do you like what you see? If you're willing to be a good boy for me, then so be it, you'll get what you want."
Hongjoong swallowed involuntarily and resisted the urge to reach his hands out as soon as Seonghwa got closer to him. He sat down on Hongjoong's lap, placing his hands on the back of the chair on either side of his head, and looked into his eyes while licking his lips.
"Tell me what you want," he said, moving his hips slightly, still teasing Hongjoong.
"Will you sit on my face, please?"
Oh. My. God. What did you just blurt out, Hongjoong? Wooyoung's disapproving voice immediately echoed in his head, but as soon as he remembered some details of his and San's personal life that he would rather not know, he wasn't so ashamed of what he said. Which, by the way, didn't change the fact that he looked pretty pathetic right now.
Seonghwa blinked in surprise, but almost immediately his bewilderment started to turn into a smile, and he laughed throwing his head back. Hongjoong wanted to cover that neck with bites and hickeys for sure. Maybe there were some primal predator needs awakening in him that he hadn't realized before, but he was happy to experience something new for the first time with a man like Seonghwa.
"How can I refuse such an obedient kitten?" he wrapped his arms around the other's face and purred. "You're too cute" Seonghwa got down from the Hongjoong's lap and led him by the hand into the bedroom, not shy of swinging his hips occasionally when he felt the other's eyes on him. Those hips will drive Hongjoong crazy someday.
Seonghwa's bedroom looked exactly like something that would suit him. Opposite the panoramic windows there was a large bed with expensive-looking white linens, and the walls were painted in a deep wine shade. He seemed to really like this color, and Hongjoong didn't mind looking at these walls every day while he was lying in Seonghwa's bed. Hell, as soon as this guy threw a few flirtations at him, Hongjoong was already planning their future together. Yeah, I didn't think you were this desperate Wooyoung's voice echoed in his head again, and it seemed like he wouldn't be able to talk to him for a while just out of spite.
Seonghwa laid him on his back on the bed, not even giving enough time to undress. He picked up some lube from the bedside table, placed it next to him, and sat down on the other's chest, turning his back to Hongjoong and resting his hands on the man's hips. Hongjoong was so lost in his own thoughts that he didn't even know what he was supposed to do right now. He traced the patterns on the lace lingerie with his fingers and gently tugged at the ribbons of the bows on the sides. Seonghwa purred, patting Hongjoong's neck with his soft tail.
"Good kitty." He lifted up, allowing Hongjoong to take off his lingerie and set it aside.
Not wanting to drag out any more time, Hongjoong rubbed the lube between his fingers, stroking the places on Seonghwa's body that he could reach with his free hand. He inserted the first finger, and it entered so easily that it was immediately clear that Seonghwa had thought of everything beforehand, including preparing himself. Hongjoong didn't mind falling victim to his plan at all. And he wasn't a big fan of the sweet taste of lube (seriously, what's with all the strawberry stuff?), but if Seonghwa continued to rub against his lips and tongue while making equally sweet noises, then he could put up with it any day. He alternated between moving his tongue and fingers, forcing the man to dig his nails into his thighs and arch his back, while continuing to tap his tail loudly on the bed, Hongjoong's shoulders and face. At some point this became uncomfortable, and he abruptly grabbed Seonghwa's tail at the base, hearing a high-pitched moan in response.
"H-Hongjoong—"
The way Seonghwa said his name made him shiver in pleasure. Hongjoong continued to stretch him with one hand while holding his tail with another, enjoying his reactions. Seonghwa didn't seem to know exactly what he was feeling, alternately trying to tell Hongjoong to stop, then moaning his name and scratching, and when he finally found the sensitive spot with three fingers, Seonghwa almost screamed, lifting himself up, his hips shaking violently, but Hongjoong wrapped his arms around his waist and abruptly sat him down again on his face. Their balance of power seemed to shift dramatically, and if Seonghwa had been in control of the whole process before, now it seemed as if he wasn't thinking properly, getting lost in the sensations and shivering, lowering his head and pressing his ears to it. He moaned when Hongjoong pressed harder on the area above the base of his tail or gently massaged the same spot, and each time his voice only got higher, contrasting with his usual rather low tone. He tried to get up again, probably feeling like he was going to come soon. But Hongjoong didn't stop, instead continuing to hold his waist and move his tongue inside.
"N-no, this is too much!"
And then Seonghwa seemed to freeze completely, arching his back and dropping his head as he stopped breathing. He bit down on his lower lip, fangs digging into it, just to keep himself from making shameful moans as he went through his orgasm. He clenched his hands on Hongjoong's thighs, almost tearing through the fabric of his jeans, soaking it with come. But Hongjoong tried to ignore it, instead continuing to lick at his rim, although now he was making very short movements with his tongue, so as not to overstimulate Seonghwa, helping him recover from the orgasm. When his breathing went steady, he moved to sit on Hongjoong's chest, both noticing that his entire chin was now wet, as was part of his neck. But Hongjoong certainly wasn't going to complain about it.
"I'm sorry I messed up your jeans too." Hongjoong was surprised that the other could speak after just a few minutes of rest. "I'll put them in the laundry."
Seonghwa lay down next to him, looking guiltily into Hongjoong's eyes, but he just smiled sweetly in response.
"That's what you're saying to someone who's lying in your clean bed fully clothed."
Seonghwa opened his eyes in surprise, letting out a fake sigh, and lightly pushed Hongjoong's chest with his hand.
"Then you have a few minutes to undress, and then we'll continue," he said, and began to strip off the rest of his lingerie himself, stretching strained muscles and running his fingers through the messy fur on his tail. Hongjoong just kept lying there, watching, and Seonghwa noticed. "Is something wrong?"
"Nothing. You’re just really pretty." After being caught red-handed, Hongjoong turned away in embarrassment, ears flattened to his head, and started to take off his clothes when he heard a short, high-pitched chuckle behind him.
"Say it a few more times and I'll fall in love."
Maybe that's what Hongjoong really wanted.
When he was ready, Seonghwa was already on all fours on the bed, wagging his tail in interest.
"Lie down, kitten, I want to thank you for all your work." It seemed that such a pet name would never stop Hongjoong from feeling embarrassed and turned on at the same time.
"Your thighs will be sore in the morning." He gently stroked his hands over Seonghwa's legs as Seonghwa sat on top of him again, this time on his lap, and covered his fingers with a copious amount of lube, pushing them inside himself and accidentally dripping some on Hongjoong's aching from neglect cock.
"Will you stay and give me a massage?" Seonghwa smiled flirtatiously, and oh god, now he was sitting with all his beauty facing Hongjoong, and that definitely wouldn't let him last even five minutes. Hongjoong is doomed.
Seonghwa sank down on Hongjoong's cock, still looking into his eyes and smiling like he didn't care about the other man losing his sanity, but as soon as he shifted a little, he let out a heavy sigh and threw his head back, stopping and giving himself time to adjust. Hongjoong reached out to touch his pierced nipples, tracing them with his fingers, but trying not to pull on the jewelry too hard, so as not to hurt Seonghwa. One day he should put his tongue on them. Seonghwa wrapped his tail around Honjoong's wrist, finally finding the strength to sit up all the way and seeing stars before his eyes from pleasure. He felt warm and tight inside, and all Hongjoong could think about right now was how not to come prematurely.
"Shit, we've only just started, and I already feel like I'm about to come." Much to Hongjoong's surprise, the words came out not from him, but from Seonghwa as he began riding him slowly, adjusting strands of hair that had fallen over his eyes.
Hongjoong held onto his waist, barely moving on his own as Seonghwa did everything for him, gradually picking up a steady rhythm. He watched carefully as the man's face showed pleasure, as he continued to bite his already bruised lips. Hongjoong wanted to lick off the small drops of blood that had formed on them. But right now, his main task was only to focus on his own pleasure, accepting everything Seonghwa could give him. Sweat broke out on Seonghwa's forehead as he moved on Hongjoong's cock up and down with even more fervor, probably losing control and giving himself up completely to the pleasure.
"Are you tired?" Hongjoong held his waist to try to stop him, but Seonghwa just shook his head and kept moving, clearly rejecting any help.
And then Hongjoong pulled him by the back of his neck, making him fall down on his chest and scratched Seonghwa carefully behind the ear.
"Let me take care of you, kitten," he mocked.
"Don't call me that." Despite Seonghwa's words, Hongjoong couldn't help but notice his stifled moan and his tail straightening up in interest, which he cupped at the base again, knowing how much pleasure it was giving.
Hongjoong began to move his hips steadily, feeling Seonghwa's nails dig into him harder and harder with each thrust, most likely leaving red marks on his shoulders. He held the man's neck and gently nibbled on the sensitive skin, slightly salty with sweat, while Seonghwa purred contentedly in response and leaned his hips back. And when he pulled back a little to look at Hongjoong's face and kiss him, in his eyes there was clearly a mixture of hunger and desire, his pupils dilated and almost hypnotizing.
"Hongjoong, inside."
Seonghwa's voice was clear and loud between the kisses, like it was an order, not a request. Hongjoong's head was still spinning. He felt his orgasm approaching, and as if reading his mind, Seonghwa wrapped his hands around Hongjoong's face, kissing him and drowning out both Hongjoong's moans and his own. This kiss wasn't gentle, and it was more like a fight between the two of them, because neither was shy of growling lowly now. Hongjoong could taste blood on his tongue just a little, but he wasn't even sure whose blood it was until Seonghwa pulled away first, and his lips were cracked. Feeling a little guilty, Hongjoong pulled him closer by the chin, running his tongue over the other's wounds and listening to the pleased purrs. It wasn't long before they were both tired, and Seonghwa got to his knees with a sharp exhale, feeling cum trickle down his thighs. It was a good thing that neither of them bothered at all. Hongjoong shifted slightly on the bed, allowing the man to lie down next to him. He wasn't sure how much longer they lay there, catching their breath and calming down. Seonghwa carefully intertwined their tails together, tracing patterns on Hongjoong's body with his nails.
"Seonghwa, we need to take a shower." Hongjoong tried to get up, but Seonghwa was clearly against it, instead only pressing closer to his side.
"It's almost morning, let's just lie down a little longer."
And Hongjoong couldn't say no to him. After all, the other's charms were working on him without fail.