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Seonghwa wonders if he’s starting to get a little bit old to be at these kinds of elaborate music awards show events which dragged into the dead of night. Once he’s in the safety of his very comfortable and well-furnished hotel room - thanks to the status that his name carried, he tosses his outer jacket onto the ridiculously enormous couch, too large for a room intended for one person to occupy.
He doesn’t even realize that he’s vocalized the thought about his age until his newest bodyguard, a rather fetching man by the name of Yunho, pipes up from behind him. “Certainly not, hyung,” and when Seonghwa turns around, sure enough Yunho is standing there with his hands behind him, permanently in an “at ease” posture.
Seonghwa snorts at his remark. “When you’ve been doing these as long as I have, Yunho-ya, you’d understand,” he shakes his head slowly as he plops himself less than gracefully on the couch. Yunho raises an eyebrow, clearly still not fully accustomed to Seonghwa shedding that nearly immaculate public persona he’d carefully curated over the years.
The event wasn’t even tangentially related to his industry - sure, he’d designed some of the clothes that the singers and celebrities were wearing tonight, but that was as far as it went. The night took a slightly odd turn when he was suddenly called up to receive an award for his contributions to the culture. However, he’d managed to collect himself as he strode onstage, taking the hefty trophy in hand as he made his speech. Later, he’d asked one of his staff whether they’d known that he was even up for this award, to which no one was really able to provide him an answer. Oh well, just another award to go on his shelf when he got home.
He’s on the couch, feeling the weight of the trophy in his hands, tracing the inscriptions in it until he decides he’s amused himself sufficiently. “Yunho-ya,” Seonghwa beckons his bodyguard, who heads over to his side with light steps. “Could you be a darling and help keep this in my suitcase. You can cushion it among my other clothes, don’t worry about it. I just don’t want to think about it possibly getting smashed while it’s being handled at the airport,” he waves a hand lazily. His hair has remained in place the whole night, long fringe framing his face prettily.
As Yunho takes the trophy with careful hands, going over to Seonghwa’s enormous suitcase to find space for it, Seonghwa leans his head to the side, observing him distantly.
Yunho had only been his bodyguard for a few months, but Seonghwa is starting to think that Yunho just might soon become his favorite. He was dedicated to his work, and he never slackened, not once. There was one small incident where an overly enthusiastic paparazzi in Milan had gotten just a little too close for comfort, and Yunho shielded Seonghwa, with firm and harsh words.
It was a somewhat interesting juxtaposition - when it was mostly the two of them, Yunho tended to appear more smiley, whereas when they were out in public, Yunho opted to appear stoic.
He’s also rather easy on the eyes, which may or may not be a good thing for Seonghwa to think about. Yunho was younger than him too, and Seonghwa cannot help but reminisce about his past relationships - both the short flings and the slightly more serious ones. Younger men were mostly a headache, in his own experience.
His best friend, Hongjoong, who was also a respected designer, had once teased him about Yunho at another event. To which Seonghwa had shot him down with a cold glare, and Hongjoong just laughed him off.
But that didn’t mean it would stop Hongjoong from teasing him over text, though. Seonghwa fidgets in his pocket when he hears the soft ping and a muffled vibration in the pocket of his black jumpsuit. He raises the screen to his face, lips pinched into a frown when he sees who it’s from.
Hongjoongie
[Link]
check this out
your baby boy just went viral ;)
Seonghwa rolls his eyes, sighing as he clicks on the link, which takes him to a video streaming site. He nearly falls off the couch in shock when the background audio of the clip blares from his phone, before he scrambles to turn it down. From the corner of his eye he can see Yunho turn round for a split second, still sitting by his suitcase as he tidies it up.
He manages to turn down the volume, narrowing his eyes at the video that was playing. It was from the red carpet segment earlier, where they’d announced his arrival. Yunho was walking in front of him, obviously to make sure that the walk was a smooth, uninterrupted one, as they passed flashing cameras and the announcers’ voices almost drowned out by the calls of photographers and reporters on the side.
Seonghwa sees himself, of course, putting on the usual face that he did for the cameras. Yunho, meanwhile, appears to be smiling as he walks, one hand up in front of the camera that was placed in front of them to follow them down the carpet. It’s a short clip, and it loops, so after a couple of repeats Seonghwa clicks on the comments icon to see what the fuss was about.
mars_fan
wow, park designer nim’s bodyguard is a qt
iluvfashion1024
10/10 would date the bodyguard
Fix_On99
in reply to iluvfashion1024
date? 10/10 would climb him like a tree pls 🥵
deuxmoi_fan
who wants to bet they’re a thing
hongstafan
in reply to deuxmoi_fan
ooh do spill the tea… wouldn’t be surprised if they were… power couple vibes
Seonghwa can’t help but wrinkle his nose as he goes through the comments. The close scrutiny from a public audience is hardly new to him, but it admittedly feels a bit odd to have people discussing his bodyguard, of all people, in such microscopic detail. He sets down his phone next to him, leaning slightly out of the couch to sneak a glance at Yunho, who’s just about done with rearranging Seonghwa’s suitcase after trying to fit in the trophy.
Yunho dusts his hands off his knees, and as he slowly gets up into a standing position, Seonghwa cannot help his wandering eyes traveling down Yunho’s back view. The suit that had been custom made for him - Seonghwa had a certain insistence about how his entourage ought to carry themselves - did indeed fit him very well, filling out the right places. Yunho steps aside, turning to face Seonghwa who’s now lying sideways in a reclined position, like a Greek deity at leisure.
Seonghwa looks up at Yunho with half lidded eyes, the younger man seemingly not sure where to place his hands as he rests them on his side, fingers fidgeting about. “I’m done, hyung,” Yunho says, words coming out more hesitantly than usual. Seonghwa nods at him slowly, lips slightly curling upward. “Thank you, darling,” he hums, and it doesn’t escape his sharp eyes that the tips of Yunho’s ears have turned pink. As a designer, he did need to have a precise eye for detail, after all.
It’s an endearing look on him, Seonghwa thinks to himself.
Yunho bows slightly in his direction, clearly averting his gaze. “Then I’ll take my leave then. Have a good night, hyung, and see you tomorrow,” he says, lips pursed into a thin line, tone formal as ever as he walks towards the door.
Just as Yunho’s stretched his hand out, fingers barely touching the door knob to open the door, he pauses.
“Yunho-ya.” Seonghwa calls his name softly, barely a whisper. Yunho then turns halfway round, hand still ghosting over the door knob. The metal is cold against his fingertips, but the skin on the back of his neck begins to warm.
“Yes, hyung?” Yunho says. In the near silence of the room, Seonghwa can hear Yunho take in a sharp inhale.
Seonghwa hums, tapping his fingers against the corner of his lips. “I wanted to ask if you could help me.”
“Help…you?” Yunho says slowly, and Seonghwa watches Yunho’s back straighten as he slides back into work mode, suddenly more on guard - probably prompted due to Seonghwa’s choice of words.
“Mm hmm,” Seonghwa nods, smiling subtly. With a few smooth motions, he pushes himself up from the couch, his regular practice of pilates affording him that added flexibility. He takes his time to walk up to Yunho, hips swinging slightly as he moves.
Yunho stares blankly at him, blinking without a word. “What do you need me to do?”
Seonghwa lets out a soft chuckle, before he raises a manicured hand to rest on Yunho’s shoulder. He grips lightly, feeling the toned muscle there, before turning so his back was now facing Yunho. “Would you be so kind as to help me out of this? It’s loaned from a brand that I cherish, so I wouldn’t want it to be too crumpled or damaged.”
He smirks, hearing Yunho’s breath catch from behind him. Yunho clears his throat a couple of times, before he replies with a timid, barely there yes. Seonghwa tilts his neck as he feels Yunho’s hands come up to rest on his back, fingers brushing across the soft fabric of his jumpsuit until he finds the zip. Yunho makes a soft, choked noise before he takes in a breath, gently tugging down on the zipper.
Yunho meanwhile is glad that Seonghwa cannot see him, because he is very sure that by now, his ears have gone completely red. He’s trying his best to keep his hands steady as he pulls the zip down, the large asymmetrical ribbon shaped collar falling off of Seonghwa’s left shoulder to resemble a halter top.
But when Yunho has pulled the zip about halfway down Seonghwa’s back, he twitches at the sight before him. He blinks for a moment, wondering if he’s just seeing things due to Seonghwa’s unusual request having thrown him for a loop.
On Seonghwa’s shoulders are what looks like two black straps, and they come down to the middle of Seonghwa’s back where, as Yunho pulls the zip more, to reveal black lace wrapping around his chest, with what look a lot like small hooks in the middle of it.
What the fuck, Yunho thinks to himself, his heart rate picking up at the sight.
Seonghwa turns halfway to glance at him. Yunho can’t tell from this angle if he’s smiling or not. “Are you done?” he asks. Yunho shakes his head firmly, before shifting back his focus to removing the jumpsuit. Eventually, the zip is undone, and the fabric starts to cascade slowly down, the silk sliding off smooth skin. The fabric bunches up at Seonghwa’s ankles, and he shakes off the jumpsuit, before picking it up and throwing it to the side.
But for Yunho, he’s seeing a lot more than he expected, because now, it’s unmistakable to him that Seonghwa has lace underwear on, and there’s a garter belt wrapped around his waist, securing the long stockings that were covering his shapely legs.
The color drains from Yunho’s face, and he takes a step backward, feeling a strange sense of fear start to spread in his mind. He wonders if he should just quickly leave, fearing that maybe he was seeing something he wasn’t meant to in the first place, and his thoughts pile on more and more, until Seonghwa turns around, arms folded across his stomach. At this angle, Yunho can see clearly the bralette he was wearing, the intricate silk covering his chest.
“Is it pretty?” Seonghwa murmurs, looking at Yunho through hooded eyes, pink lips slightly parting. Yunho swallows, not sure where his eyes should go. Seonghwa pauses right in front of Yunho, to cup Yunho’s chin with his hand, pushing upward slightly so that now, Yunho had to look at him. “Is it pretty, Yunho-ya?”
Yunho clears his throat. “Uh…” he stutters, letting out an awkward cough, clearly unsure of what else to do.
Seonghwa chuckles, his smile dazzling. “It’s really expensive, y’know, Yunho-ya,” he hums. “Wasn’t easy to come by.”
Yunho then opens his mouth slightly, before closing it then opening it again. “It- it’s nice, noon-” Yunho lets out a strained, audible gasp when he catches himself. “S-sorry, h-hyung.”
Seonghwa’s smile widens as his fingers trace along Yunho’s cheek. “What were you saying, Yunho-ya? I didn’t hear you the first time.”
Yunho shuts his eyes tightly. “I’m sorry, hyung,” he mutters, trying to move away from Seonghwa’s touch from the sheer embarrassment.
“Mm, I don’t think that’s what you tried to call me, darling,” Seonghwa leans in to whisper against Yunho’s ear. Yunho can feel Seonghwa’s smile against his skin, and he hopes that Seonghwa cannot feel him trembling. “Try again,” Seonghwa whispers coaxingly.
Yunho closes his mouth, biting down on his lower lip. “You can do it, darling,” Seonghwa murmurs, pressing the most subtle of kisses to his temple. “Go ahead.”
“N-Noona,” Yunho finally blurts, stammering.
“That’s much better, isn’t it,” Seonghwa whispers, pulling away from Yunho, though his hand stayed resting on his shoulder.
Yunho thinks his face must be a completely different shade now.
“Shh, don’t think so much,” Seonghwa presses his index finger to rest against Yunho’s lips for a moment. “Let noona take care of you, hm?”
Yunho nods, feeling the softness of Seonghwa’s touch against his cheek. It strangely grounds him, in all the surrealness of whatever had just transpired.
Seonghwa then leans in to press another gentle kiss, one on his cheek, then one on his lips. He smiles when he feels Yunho press back, if only after a brief moment’s hesitation. Seonghwa takes Yunho’s hands into his own, placing them on his shoulders, tugging his wrists down, imploring him to touch.
He lets go of Yunho’s wrists gently after a moment, when Yunho relaxes in his hold and his fingers touch the lace of Seonghwa’s bralette. Seonghwa bares his neck for Yunho, who leans down to press his lips along the skin there, taking in the scent of Seonghwa’s cologne. Yunho’s hands traverse along Seonghwa’s chest, and he pauses when he feels the nub covered by lace. His thumb brushes the sensitive skin there for a moment, before he starts to trace slow circles around Seonghwa’s nipple, hearing Seonghwa letting out a sharp exhale next to his ear.
“More,” Seonghwa murmurs, and Yunho’s other hand comes up to touch Seonghwa’s chest, circling both his nipples, the lace rubbing against soft skin. Seonghwa lets out a pleased purr, the sound making Yunho’s blood rush south.
Yunho swallows, before tugging on the bralette, pulling the fabric sideways before he’s leaning down to get his mouth on Seonghwa, tongue darting out. Seonghwa wraps his hands around the back of Yunho’s head, throwing his neck back as he feels the damp warmth of Yunho’s mouth on him. Yunho takes his time, humming against skin. He’s content to do that for a while, until Seonghwa makes an impatient noise, tugging Yunho’s head back slightly, his lips leaving a thin thread of spit as he does.
Seonghwa is breathing heavily, his eyes dark with want as he pulls Yunho along with him until he’s seated on the edge of his bed. Yunho takes Seonghwa’s hand, letting it rest on the side of his face, eyes fluttering closed as Seonghwa gently presses his fingers to his cheek.
“Yunho-ya,” Seonghwa murmurs, gently pulling his hand away from Yunho’s face.
“Yes, noona,” Yunho whispers, slowly getting used to the feel of the word in his mouth.
“Come here,” Seonghwa tugs Yunho down by the collar of his jacket, and soon Yunho isn’t hesitating to shed it off, the fabric nearly getting caught at his elbows as he rushes to toss it aside. Seonghwa softly giggles, finding his urgency quite entrancing.
Yunho joins Seonghwa on the bed, looming over Seonghwa as his hands press into the sheets, next to Seonghwa’s waist. Seonghwa reaches up to pull him down again for another kiss, and Yunho leans down to leave a slow trail of kisses along Seonghwa’s neck, collarbone, and then he’s got his fingers curled in the lace of the bralette.
“You like it a lot, huh,” Seonghwa rasps as he feels Yunho push aside the fabric to lick at his chest. Yunho doesn’t say a word, his mouth occupied with licking circles around Seonghwa’s nipples, fingers touching the fabric as though they were made of too precious of a material.
Seonghwa shuts his eyes, body slightly arching off the bed as Yunho shifts lower, kissing at where his ribs met his stomach, his touch so careful, perhaps reverent, even. Seonghwa has never been touched with such care before, as though being treated like a marble sculpture of some Greco-Roman deity.
Seonghwa shifts himself upward to allow Yunho more room on the bed, as Yunho lets himself feel the shape of the garter belt, finger tips traveling down the straps until his hands come to rest at the dip of Seonghwa’s hips, at the top of his thighs. Seonghwa leans up, resting his weight on his elbows to watch Yunho curl his fingers into the soft silk of the stockings, head leaning to the side to kiss the taut flesh. Seonghwa’s breath catches when he feels Yunho’s lips press kisses to his inner thighs, feeling the warmth of his hand.
Yunho looks up if only for a moment, taking in the sight of Seonghwa’s flushed skin, watching the way his chest rose and fell, the black lace moving with his body in a hypnotic way. He then shuts his eyes, continuing to kiss along Seonghwa’s stockinged leg, down to his knee, and then to his calf. He does the same with Seonghwa’s other leg, and by then Seonghwa can feel himself straining in his black lace panties.
“Yunho-ya,” Seonghwa grunts. Yunho looks up, biting down on his lower lip when he sees Seonghwa clearly getting hard.
“Noona,” Yunho whispers. “Seonghwa noona,” he says, as though he wants to imprint the words forever in his mind, reverent like the words of an ancient hymn. Yunho then pushes himself upward to sit on his knees, shedding his shirt.
Seonghwa swallows lightly at the sight, taking in the lines of Yunho’s shoulders, down to his chest and body which had some definition. He can’t resist leaning up to tug Yunho down for another urgent kiss, taking in a long inhale as Yunho moans into the kiss.
Yunho pulls back, his fair skin reddening. Their eyes meet, Yunho gazing softly down at Seonghwa.
Seonghwa spreads his legs, tilting his neck to the side with a smirk. “Touch me,” he murmurs, and Yunho reaches a hand down to cup his hardening cock in his hand over the thin fabric of the panties. He rubs there for a moment, before he feels Seonghwa’s length, stroking along the side, the tip only slightly peeking out of the underwear.
“Yunho,” Seonghwa’s lips part slightly as he whispers his name. Yunho speeds up his movement, his mouth open as he focuses on touching Seonghwa. He stops when he feels a strong grip on his moving wrist.
Seonghwa then raises his legs so his toes are in the air, and the sight of Seonghwa’s stocking legs in full view makes Yunho feel the strain in his pants. Seonghwa moves his hand to slowly slide his fingers between the gap of his thighs, never breaking eye contact with Yunho as he does. “Wanna feel you here,” Seonghwa hums. Hearing that, Yunho lets out a choked cough.
“Hurry,” Seonghwa coaxes him. “Lube’s next to the bed.”
Yunho’s lips part as he lets out a strangled sounding exhale, before he gets up from the bed. Seonghwa watches him move, lowering his legs to press his feet into the soft cotton sheets. Yunho lingers at the bedside table for a moment, as he sheds his pants and underwear. Seonghwa can’t help but think, he has a cute ass, watching Yunho bend down to uncap the bottle, coating his fingers with the lube.
He returns to a waiting Seonghwa, whose lips curl into a reassuring smile, sensing his nervousness. “You’ve never done this before, darling?” he murmurs as he raises his legs. Yunho’s hand wraps around one of his thighs, curling his fingers into soft flesh. “Not - not anything close to this,” he blurts, voice barely a whisper.
Seonghwa presses his ankles together, as Yunho takes his hand damp with the lube to first reach into the gap between his thighs to slick the way there. Seonghwa’s eyes flutter open and closed as he feels Yunho touch him, and he’s getting hard.
Yunho strokes himself to hardness, then holding on to the sides of Seonghwa’s knees as he gently slides his cock between the small gap that Seonghwa’s left between his thighs. He slides in and out slowly, breaths stuttering at the feeling of it.
“You can go faster, darling,” Seonghwa murmurs from below, and Yunho does as he says, picking up the pace of his thrusts to fuck his thighs. Between thrusts, Yunho sneaks glances to the side, watching Seonghwa start to curl his hands into the sheets, eyes shut tight as he tosses his head back to arch off the bed.
Shit, Yunho thinks as he takes the entire sight of Seonghwa in his black lace lingerie set, thighs tight around his cock. He won’t be able to last much longer like this, though he wants to drag it out for as much as possible.
“N-Noona,” Yunho grunts.
“You close, baby?” Seonghwa pants, watching Yunho bite down hard on his lower lip as though trying to hold on for longer. “Let go, darling, and come for noona, sweet thing -”
At Seonghwa’s words and with a few more thrusts, the friction is too much for Yunho’s cock, and he comes, white spurting onto Seonghwa’s stomach, some of it dripping onto the black lace. He slumps back to rest his weight on his calves, hands holding onto Seonghwa’s knees as Seonghwa lowers his legs back down onto the bed.
“Shit,” Yunho curses softly when he sees that he’s come all over the black lace. “Your -”
“Don’t worry, baby,” Seonghwa reassures him with a dazed half smile. “I can always buy more of them.”
Fuck, Yunho thinks to himself, his mind already betraying him with images of Seonghwa wearing different sets - some designs in red, some black. He feels even more ruined already.
Seonghwa slowly gets up from the bed to crawl onto Yunho’s lap to sit there. “So shy,” Seonghwa murmurs as he gently pulls Yunho by the chin, coaxing him for a kiss. “What a cute little thing you are.”
Yunho puffs out his cheeks a little, feeling sheepish at Seonghwa’s praise. “Wait, noona hasn’t-” he glances down, seeing a wet spot spreading at the front of Seonghwa’s lace panties.
Seonghwa giggles. “Don’t worry about noona, baby,” he strokes Yunho’s cheek. “Let me catch my breath a little.” But Yunho’s gaze is insistent, as he murmurs, “tell me how you want me,” and that makes Seonghwa chuckle softly.
“Alright, since you’ve been such a sweetheart,” Seonghwa says as he presses a kiss to the corner of Yunho’s lips, “let me show you.” Seonghwa then shifts over so his hips are hovering over Yunho’s bare thigh, before he lowers himself to sit.
“Noona will get off like this, yeah?” he rasps as he rolls his hips, cock brushing against Yunho’s thigh. “Fuck,” Yunho grunts, gritting his teeth.
Seonghwa presses his hands down on the side of Yunho’s leg for support as he rides Yunho’s thigh, lips falling open as he feels the friction of the lace, the feeling of his cock rubbing up and down Yunho’s thigh. He begins to move faster, leaning downward slightly as he feels his body heat up with pleasure.
“Yunho, oh -” Seonghwa gasps. “Feels so good,” he moans, biting down on his lower lip. He looks up for a moment, and Yunho feels like the air has been punched out of his lungs when he sees Seonghwa’s hair matted against his face, cheeks reddening as he moves his hips against him, getting himself off on Yunho’s thigh. “Noona’s - fuck, noona’s gonna come,” Seonghwa moans as his hips start to stutter and Yunho doesn’t resist reaching over to tug Seonghwa’s cock out from his panties, stroking him off as Seonghwa comes with a choked out cry of Yunho’s name, before slumping over. His hair lightly tickles the skin of Yunho’s thigh, and Yunho reaches a hand to soothingly stroke his back up and down as Seonghwa’s breathing starts to slow.
“Are you - alright?” Yunho asks, his voice for a moment reverting to that familiar professional mode. Seonghwa leans up to sit after a moment, and Yunho softly gasps when he sees Seonghwa look quite debauched, the black lace bunched up and stained with both their come. That thought makes Yunho feel somewhat giddy.
“‘M - I’m great,” Seonghwa exhales. “Fuck. You were so good, baby,” Seonghwa smiles, eyes half open as he reaches up to cup Yunho’s hand, Yunho leaning into his touch to kiss the inside of his hand indulgently.
“T-thanks, Seonghwa-hyung,” Yunho says, the corner of his lips perking up. His reversion of words makes Seonghwa laugh lightly in amusement.
“Aw, I kind of missed you calling me by the other thing already,” Seonghwa muses, sounding almost mournful.
Yunho snorts. “I feel so embarrassed, though. Can’t believe that I, well -”
“Did all that?” Seonghwa finishes his sentence for him, lightly gnawing on his lips. “You’re way too cute.”
“Hyung, please,” Yunho says, sounding rather pained. “I think I broke a few rules there,” he glances away, opting to stare at the stack of pillows behind them.
Seonghwa laughs out loud. “It’s okay, darling. I enjoyed myself.” He glances down to take in the sight of his ruined lingerie with a slight smile. “Now, can you help me out of all these too, so that we can go have a shower?”
Yunho chokes. “Did you say we, hyung? Uh…” his voice trails off from sheer embarrassment.
Seonghwa rolls his eyes, brushing his stockinged foot along Yunho’s leg, feeling him shudder a little beneath the touch. “Haven’t you heard of saving water?” he says incredulously.
“I don’t think…” Yunho’s about to retort when Seonghwa leans over to wrap his hands around Yunho’s shoulders.
“Shh, don’t think so much,” Seonghwa waves his finger in Yunho’s face. “Just follow me.”
So Yunho does, letting Seonghwa take his hand to tug him away from the bed and towards the direction of the ridiculously large bathroom. Just as they’re about to step inside, Seonghwa turns sideways to pull Yunho in for a slow, unhurried kiss.
“Don’t think that this will stay a once off thing, darling,” Seonghwa hums against Yunho’s lips. “I’m going to tell you this now - that I want to keep you here for a while, keep you all for myself,” he says, pulling back to look at Yunho who’s blinking at him and looking a little like a deer caught in headlights. He thinks of those other comments on the video clip from earlier, suddenly feeling an odd sense of possessiveness over Yunho - his sweet, darling Yunho.
“And I hope you don’t mind, whatever it is I've just told you. I do mean it all, that you've been growing on me, Yunho-ya,” Seonghwa hums, and Yunho’s lips curl upward, letting Seonghwa tug him helplessly along, closing the door shut behind them, Seonghwa’s soft laughter echoing in the bathroom.