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It was a Friday night, and everyone had drunk a little too much that night. Except for Jongho, he never had too much to drink.
“You little shit!” Mingi exclaimed while Wooyoung laughed hysterically. Wooyoung had just dared Mingi to spend seven minutes in heaven with Yunho. Yunho sat patiently with a small, unassuming grin on his face. He watched as Mingi ranted about how ‘that’s too much!’ and ‘me and Yunho would never!’. It was a bit hilarious to watch.
“Ah- AH stop wacking me! Just get in the closet!” Wooyoung yelled, swatting at Mingi’s hands that were pummeling him with slaps. Yunho cleared his throat, causing Mingi to stop his incessant outbursts. Mingi watched, mouth wide open, as Yunho got up and walked to the closet silently. When Mingi finally followed Yunho inside the closet and the door shut, the rest of the group began to snicker quietly before quickly erupting into laughter.
“I set a timer, Hyungs!” San yelled in the direction of the closet. Though he was lying, and everyone but Mingi and Yunho knew that. When everyone finally calmed down, it was time for Hongjoong’s turn. Their system was that they would go around in a circle, each member having to choose truth or dare before spinning a bottle. Whoever the bottle landed on would choose a dare or truth for them. It was a way to avoid picking someone who would go easy on you.
“Ahem, I’ll do a dare,” Hongjoong said before spinning the bottle. Jongho looked up at him with a surprised look on his face.
“I didn’t expect that from you, Hyung,” Jongho exclaimed, taking another sip of his soju. Hongjoong pursed his lips at Jongho in response. After a couple more spins, the bottle eventually landed on Seonghwa. Seonghwa cleared his throat before speaking.
“I have the perfect dare for you, Joongie,” Seonghwa expressed with a mischievous smile. Wooyoung leaned in, obviously interested in Seonghwa’s confidence. Hongjoong not so much. “You have to clean our apartment.” Wooyoung interrupted Seonghwa with a loud huff.
“What?? That’s so easy Hyung!” Wooyoung whined, crossing his arms. Yeosang glared at him.
“He clearly wasn’t finished, Wooyoung-ah,” Yeosang said, eyebrows furrowed. Wooyoung pouted at Yeosang. Seonghwa hummed in thanks before continuing.
“As I was saying, you have to clean our apartment, but in a maid's costume,” Seonghwa said in a way too nonchalant for what he just said. Hongjoong’s mouth was left agape. His eyes scanned across Seonghwa’s face, trying to determine whether Seonghwa was serious or not. He determined, in fact, that Seonghwa was not joking.
Hongjoong could only squeak out a ‘what’ in response. Seonghwa watched as Hongjoong’s mind spun in circles. Wooyoung clapped, bringing Hongjoong out of it.
“Oh, that’s SO much better!” Wooyoung smiled earnestly.
“Great one Hyung! You’ll have to send a pic as proof,” San pat Seonghwa on the shoulder. Hongjoong could only grumble as they quickly moved on to the next dare.
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Hongjoong had hoped that night that Seonghwa would forget about it, alcohol amnesia, you know? But no, Seonghwa only kept talking about it more as time went on. It had been weeks now of Seonghwa’s constant insistence on Hongjoong acting out on the dare.
At first, Seonghwa would just joke about it. He would laugh and show Hongjoong pictures of maid dresses on his phone. Saying things like ‘you’d look so good in this,’ baiting him into looking at his phone. Hongjoong would blush like crazy and awkwardly laugh it off. Eventually, Seonghwa ramped it up into mentioning the dare itself. One day, the day Hongjoong decided he had had enough, was the day Seonghwa prepared a gift for him.
“Joong-ah, I have a gift for you,” Seonghwa knocked on Hongjoong’s slightly ajar door, waiting for Hongjoong to let him in.
“Oh?” Hongjoong asked. Seonghwa took that as an invitation to enter his room. He had a slight blush on his face. A bright pink bag hung on his elbow. Hongjoong’s heart dropped. He really hoped it wasn’t what he thought it was.
“It just arrived. I picked it out for you.” Seonghwa wore a big smile now, feigning to hide his excitement. Hongjoong huffed before taking the bag from him and taking out what was inside. It was a black dress with white frills and an apron. Very obviously a maid costume. It was so incredibly short, he thought there was no way this would cover anything. Seonghwa really sank the knife deeper when he motioned for Hongjoong to keep going. Finally, he pulled out a pair of fishnet knee-highs. What the fuck.
“I knew you wouldn’t buy it, so I went ahead for you. I hope you don't mind,” Seonghwa petted Hongjoong’s head before leaving the room. Hongjoong was left with his rampaging thoughts and a raging boner he really didn’t want to have at that moment.
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Hongjoong gave in the weekend after he received the thoughtful gift. He stood in front of the full-length mirror in their shared bathroom. The maid's dress was just what he expected, way too short. He would have to crouch to pick something up without revealing anything. His calves were going to kill him. Couldn’t there have been a size larger? Maybe a few inches longer? He turned around, gasping softly when he noticed the curve of his ass was just visible enough even without any bending over. Seonghwa was getting himself in some real deep shit.
Hongjoong sighed before gently opening the bathroom door in hopes Seonghwa wouldn’t hear him immediately. He wanted to get most of the cleaning done before Seonghwa saw him in the dress. Hopefully, only giving him a glimpse of the dress would fulfill the dare. Then Seonghwa would finally have his ‘dream’ of Hongjoong cleaning their apartment in a maid costume.
He began with the quietest chores, such as putting miscellaneous objects away and opting to sweep the floor instead of vacuuming. It was peaceful, actually. Mindlessly doing chores was relaxing, and he quickly forgot he was wearing a scandalous outfit. Once he finished those chores, he put a load of laundry into the washing machine and waltzed to the kitchen to begin washing the dishes. He hummed while he washed, swaying gently to the tune. Unbeknownst to him, his skirt was swaying too.
He smiled to himself when he finally dried the last dish. Standing on his toes, he tried to put a cup on the top shelf. Man, he wasn’t that short, was he? Right when he was about to give up, he felt a hand on his taking the cup from him and setting it on the top shelf. His breath caught in his throat.
“You weren’t going to tell me about this?” Seonghwa pouted, his hand resting on Hongjoong’s waist. He gently closed the open cabinet.
“How long have you been there?” Hongjoong whispered. He tried his absolute best to seem unfazed. His fidgeting hands and shallow breaths gave him away.
“Long enough,” Seonghwa huffed. Hongjoong turned around and gently but firmly pushed Seonghwa away from him. He and Seonghwa weren’t even dating. They were roommates and friends. That’s why it was so appalling to him when Seonghwa suggested this. Did he have some ulterior motive? Probably. Hongjoong couldn’t lie and say he wasn’t attracted to Seonghwa; if anything, he sometimes thought about him on those lonely nights.
“You got what you asked for. I’m almost done, so take it in before I burn this thing.” Hongjoong scoffed before moving past Seonghwa. Hongjoong took care to notice Seonghwa’s obvious tent in his pants. Was he wearing gray sweatpants on purpose? What a tease.
“What else do you have to do, Joongie?” Seonghwa teased, following Hongjoong with his eyes as he rounded the kitchen island. Hongjoong glared at him before stopping to speak.
“I was going to pick up your room for you; everything else is done.” Hongjoong watched as Seonghwa’s eyes widened. He scoffed in response. “What? Hiding something?” Hongjoong teased back, a sassy hand on his hip.
“Uh, no. Go ahead.” Seonghwa replied under his palm. His hand covered the reddening of his face. It was cute, honestly, how much this was affecting Seonghwa. Hongjoong nodded and trudged to Seonghwa’s room. Seonghwa promptly followed behind, eyes low on Hongjoong’s frame. His room wasn’t that bad if he was honest, just the normal clutter that builds up from someone living there.
Seonghwa rested on his bed while Hongjoong worked. His breathing faltered whenever Hongjoong accidentally bent forward a bit too much. Hongjoong swore he could hear Seonghwa’s heartbeat in his chest. Hongjoong could feel himself hardening as time went on. Seonghwa’s unwavering eyes were doing numbers on him. His resolve broke a bit when Seonghwa groaned slightly behind him. Hongjoong stopped in his tracks, his thoughts running wild. He cleared his throat before continuing to throw away miscellaneous trash on Seonghwa’s desk.
Seonghwa is just lying there watching him with greedy eyes. It was unbearable. Hongjoong wasn’t even a bottom. Did Seonghwa know that? Well, he sure as hell was going to find out. Hongjoong thought for a moment before deciding what to do. Swiftly, he moved his leg up and onto Seonghwa’s desk chair. His skirt shifted up his leg slightly, revealing a bit too much of Hongjoong’s black boxers. They were tight, perfectly hugging every curve of his ass.
“Holy shit,” Seonghwa muttered under his breath. Hongjoong pretended not to hear him. He slotted his fingers under the tight band of his knee-highs and pulled, tantalizingly slow. Hongjoong’s confidence was growing by the second. When he decided he was done pulling up his tights, he stepped down from the chair. He walked over to Seonghwa, standing next to him with his hands tucked behind his back. His head tilted slightly.
“Anything else I can do for you, Master?” Hongjoong enquired with a soft smirk. Seonghwa all but moaned at the question. His hand at some point had found its way up his white tank top, resting there. From the proximity, Hongjoong could smell the woodsy scent of Seonghwa’s cologne and lust. It was incredibly enticing. But Hongjoong wanted to have more fun, so he waited patiently for Seonghwa to respond.
“Mas-, what did you just call me?” Seonghwa choked out. Hongjoong inched closer.
“Master? What else would I call you?” Hongjoong had a smug grin on his face. Seonghwa sat up on shaky arms, now incredibly flustered.
“It was just a joke at first, Joong, but this is kind of taking it a bit far…” Seonghwa managed to mutter up at Hongjoong. He was so incredibly embarrassed, and Hongjoong loved every second of it. Hongjoong took Seonghwa’s chin in between his index finger and thumb, forcing him to keep his gaze.
“You begged me for this, so play your role.” Hongjoong's tone shifted into something a bit more dominating. Seonghwa shuddered under him. The dynamic was slowly shifting.
“Uh- uhm okay.” Seonghwa thought for a moment, hand resting on Hongjoong’s wrist that was holding his head up. Hongjoong waited patiently. “I saw you put a load of clothes in the washer; they should be done now, yeah?” Seonghwa asked, implying he would like his clothes washed too. Hongjoong nodded, surprised his request wasn’t as dirty as he thought it would be.
“You have clothes for me to wash? I can do that.” Hongjoong smiled, moving away from Seonghwa. He quickly located the hamper full of dirty laundry in the corner of his room. He picked it up and went to the laundry room. The washing machine was just about done, so he set the hamper down and waited for it to finish. Seonghwa followed closely behind him. “Yes? You could have waited for me to finish.”
“Uh, yeah, but I wanted to help.” Seonghwa’s voice was a bit higher in pitch than normal, and his hand rubbed the back of his neck. He was hiding something. Hongjoong shrugged it off. The washing machine chimed, so Hongjoong quickly got to work. He was forced to have his back facing Seonghwa, even having to bend down to get the clothes out of the washer. He for sure was exposing his entire ass now.
When Hongjoong was just about done moving the wet clothes into the washer, Seonghwa stopped him with a hand on his outer thigh, a bit too high up for his liking.
“You missed a sock,” Seonghwa huffed, bending over Hongjoong to grab the sock himself. The action led to Seonghwa’s crotch pushing against Hongjoong’s ass. Seonghwa groaned loudly in his ear, seemingly unable to hold it back. As quickly as his warmth came, it left when the sock made it into the dryer. Seonghwa’s hand moved around to Hongjoong’s lower stomach, pulling him to stand up straight. It lingered there for a moment before he moved away, letting Hongjoong finish with the laundry.
Seonghwa was standing in the doorway when Hongjoong turned around. He huffed at the sight of him. He looked completely out of it.
“Are you an ass guy?” Hongjoong asked, a statement more than a question, pushing past Seonghwa. He made his way to Seonghwa’s bedroom. Seonghwa gasped, lingering behind. “Well, if that’s all, I am going to take this off,” Hongjoong said with his hands on his hips. Seonghwa blinked at him.
“Ye-yeah okay,” Seonghwa responded. “Oh, but San said he wanted a picture.” Hongjoong cocked an eyebrow.
“No way in hell am I letting you take a picture of me,” Hongjoong scoffed at Seonghwa’s reminder. He’d have to beg for a picture of Hongjoong in this get-up. Seonghwa moved to close their gap, but Hongjoong was faster. They did that dance until the back of Hongjoong’s knees hit the edge of Seonghwa’s bed. Seonghwa didn’t stop getting closer. Hongjoong had to put his hands on Seonghwa’s chest to stop him.
“Please?” Seonghwa is pleased with pouty lips. His hand moved to brush against the sleeve of Hongjoong’s dress, and he grasped the lace gently, his fingertips rubbing back and forth. Hongjoong’s eyebrows furrowed, looking up directly at Seonghwa with a warning glare.
“‘Please?’ Is that all you’ve got, Master?” Hongjoong pressed harder, just waiting for Seonghwa to break. Seonghwa whined behind his teeth.
“Please, Joongie, I want a picture of you.” Seonghwa was finally giving in, but it wasn’t enough for Hongjoong.
“Picture of what? You have plenty of my selfies,” Hongjoong watched as Seonghwa’s eyes flickered around, looking at anything but Hongjoong’s eyes.
“I want a picture of you bent over in a maid's dress while I fuck you.” There it was. Seonghwa’s true intention. Unfortunately for him, Hongjoong wasn’t going to let that happen. Hongjoong brought his right hand up to Seonghwa’s throat, gently holding him there.
“You? Fuck me? Baby, I’ll be the one fucking you until you cry.” Hongjoong stood on his toes, mouth right next to Seonghwa’s ear. “You’re going to be defiled by a man in a maid's dress.” Seonghwa let go of the lace, opting to hold onto Hongjoong’s arm instead. He whimpered, stuttering like crazy.
“I-ah- I mean, okay,” Seonghwa went quiet in response to Hongjoong shoving his left hand under his tank top. He felt around for a bit before landing on his chest, squeezing.
“You’re so easy, Hwa,” Hongjoong stated. He pushed back on Seonghwa’s chest, making space between them. Seonghwa was forced to let go of Hongjoong. Hongjoong sat back on the bed, crossing his arms. He looked up at Seonghwa with expectant eyes. “Well?” Seonghwa scratched the back of his arm.
“...well?” Seonghwa asked, no clue what Hongjoong wanted. Hongjoong laughed.
“Take off my tights,” Hongjoong said blankly. His finger tapped his forearm, impatient. Seonghwa was quick in response, dropping to his knees in front of Hongjoong. His hand was swatted away when he tried to hook his hand under the band. Seonghwa let out a confused whine. “With your mouth,” Seonghwa looked up and slowly nodded, building his courage before he pushed Hongjoong’s skirt up just a bit so he could access his tights.
His mouth was on Hongjoong’s inner thigh after a few seconds. Hongjoong shuddered at the feeling of his plush, warm lips on his skin. Gently, his mouth opened, and he bit down on the band. Slowly, so as not to snap the band back at Hongjoong, he took the knee-high off. Hongjoong let out a sigh when it slipped off his foot, his hands now supporting him as he leaned back on the bed. Seonghwa left the sock on the floor before doing the same with Hongjoong's second. He was quicker this time, figuring out that if he held Hongjoong’s leg up by his thigh, it was way easier. Seonghwa’s hand was a bit rough, but it almost covered the width of the back of Hongjoong’s thigh. Suddenly, the room was just a couple degrees too hot.
“Good boy,” Hongjoong sighed and shifted onto one arm. He pet Seonghwa’s hair. Seonghwa closed his eyes, humming contentedly. Seonghwa brought both of his hands up on either leg and rubbed at the indents on his skin. Hongjoong appreciated the gesture. So much so that he wanted to reward Seonghwa. “What do you want, baby?” Seonghwa looked up at the question, dazed.
“Hmm?” He hummed with a small smile. Hongjoong petted his cheek.
“You’ve been good, so I’ll give you a reward, anything you want.”
“I want to see you bent over on my bed,” Seonghwa was quick with his response. Hongjoong snickered.
“That's all? Easy enough.” Hongjoong brushed his thumb across Seonghwa’s bottom lip before turning around. He bent at the hips until his elbows reached the comforter. This new position was very revealing, but Hongjoong didn’t mind an admirer. He arched his back slightly, listening to Seonghwa’s shaky inhale.
“Can I touch you?” Seonghwa shyly asked. Hongjoong hummed a yes, arms crossed under his cheek. He smiled cheekily, even though Seonghwa couldn’t see it. He felt two hands gently rest on the swell of both his ass cheeks. Seonghwa slowly began touching all over him. He drifted down, rubbed circles in the back of his thighs. He worked his way up, gripping and squeezing the apex of Hongjoong’s hips. Hongjoong’s bulge must have been obvious now due to the angle. Seonghwa noticed, gliding one of his hands to Hongjoong’s inner thigh. Eventually, he reached Hongjoong’s bulge, palming it over the fabric. Hongjoong sighed into his arm, resisting the urge to moan. It was so nice. It felt more like a massage and less like Seonghwa using him for his pleasure. What a good boy he was.
“Mmm Hwa,” Hongjoong brought Seonghwa out of his trance. His hands moved to wrap around Hongjoong’s waist before he leaned down to put his face next to Hongjoong’s. Seonghwa’s hard-on pressed against Hongjoong’s ass. “Take off your clothes.”
Seonghwa didn’t need to be told twice. He moved off of Hongjoong and began to strip. Hongjoong turned around onto his back and scooted up so he was lying his head on one of Seonghwa’s pillows. His bed was incredibly comfy and smelled so much like Seonghwa. Hongjoong, the impatient guy he was, used the pause between Seonghwa’s touches to palm himself over his skirt. It was slow and deliberate, eyes fixed on Seonghwa’s form. He often worked out, and his lean muscles showed it. Hongjoong was right about Seonghwa’s large hard-on when he took his sweatpants off in one smooth motion.
Seonghwa must not have noticed Hongjoong getting himself off while he was undressing. When he turned back around from throwing his clothes to the side, his eyes widened.
“You’re an impatient maid, can’t wait for your Master?” Seonghwa teased, climbing up onto Hongjoong. Seonghwa caged him between his arms, his lower body slotted between Hongjoong’s thighs. This caused Hongjoong’s skirt to ride up, forcing him to stop pleasuring himself. He groaned at the loss of contact.
“You’re getting real bold,” Hongjoong raked a hand through Seonghwa’s hair and tugged, causing him to fall on his forearms. Seonghwa’s lips met with Hongjoongs. They kissed like they’d been waiting their whole lives for each other. Gentle moans floated through the air. At one point, Seonghwa had begun to grind down on Hongjoong’s leg. “What a needy baby~” Hongjoong whispered against Seonghwa’s lips. He felt Seonghwa’s hips stutter before they picked up the pace. The kiss became messy, tongues working through each other’s mouths like they were exploring the most intricate caves. Hongjoong pulled Seonghwa up by his hair, earning a whine.
“Fuck,” Seonghwa whined as Hongjoong pushed him off onto his back with a thump. Hongjoong took his boxers off and threw them on the floor. He then sat on his knees next to Seonghwa, facing him. Hongjoong’s dick pushed up into his skirt, pulling the fabric up to create a tent. Seonghwa stared at the imprint of his dick.
“You want me to fuck you?” Hongjoong asked. It was quite obvious Seonghwa wanted to be fucked, but Hongjoong didn’t want to take any risks. Seonghwa nodded vigorously. His hand found its way up Hongjoong’s skirt, finding the dip where his torso met his hip.
“Yes, please,” Seonghwa’s hand shifted to Hongjoong’s dick. Hongjoong groaned at the contact. Seonghwa’s eyes widened a bit. Hongjoong noticed.
“What’s wrong, Master? Don’t think you can take it?” Seonghwa huffed at Hongjoong’s taunting. He gripped his dick tighter in protest. “Ah-!” Hongjoong squeaked. His eyes shot down to glare at Seonghwa’s little smirk. His eyes darkened.
Seonghwa’s boxers were off, and Hongjoong was on top of him in an instant. He kneeled in between Seonghwa’s legs and began kissing and sucking deep marks into his neck. Seonghwa moaned, lacing his fingers through Hongjoong’s coffee-colored hair.
“You- Joong,” Seonghwa interrupted himself with a moan. Hongjoong had moved to suck one of Seonghwa’s nipples into his mouth. He lapped at it with his tongue. His hand tugged at the other. “Joong, fuck, the- there’s lube -ah- in the drawer,” Hongjoong hummed over Seonghwa’s nipple before lapping at it one last time. He leaned over and took out the lube and a condom from Seonghwa’s bedside table. Luckily, he had both. He sat back on his heels between Seonghwa’s legs.
“Sit back, I’ll take care of you.” Hongjoong’s voice was low, only for Seonghwa. He poured lube on his hands. Seonghwa watched in anticipation. A high-pitched whine escaped his lips when he felt a finger begin to breach his hole. “Shhh,” Hongjoong used his other hand to rub circles in Seonghwa’s inner thigh. Slowly, he pushed passed the tight ring of muscle. Seonghwa let out a long, heavy sigh. “Taking it so well,” The praise did numbers on Seonghwa; he simultaneously relaxed and tightened at the words. Hongjoong worked his finger back and forth before adding another, and another, until he was three fingers deep in Seonghwa’s hole.
“Ha ah, ha, Joongie,” Seonghwa looked up at him with hooded eyes, his hands gripping the pillow under his head. Hongjoong gave him a warm smile until he found Seonghwa’s prostate, then it was an amused smirk. Seonghwa arched his back at the sudden jolt of pleasure. It ran through his body like an electric current. Hongjoong angled his fingers accordingly, sending a stream of electricity through Seonghwa’s body with every thrust. If this is what Hongjoong’s fingers could do? Man, Seonghwa was in for it.
“Yes, baby?” Hongjoong purred, continuing his relentless back and forth. Seonghwa’s eyes fluttered. He tried his best to concentrate on responding.
“Joong-ah, please,” Seonghwa begged up at Hongjoong. His face was flushed a pretty pink, his lips wet and red from his biting down on them.
“Please what?”
“Please put it in, please, please.” Seonghwa’s eyes shut as another rush of pleasure shot through his body. That familiar feeling had been building up inside of him. It was almost to the top. “Stop, ah, I-I’m, I’m gonna cum,” Hongjoong shushed him before removing his fingers in one swift motion. Seonghwa let out a low prolonged moan. He layed panting while Hongjoong lifted up his skirt, revealing his hard dick. If Seonghwa wasn’t so spent already he wouldv’e sucked that dick dry. Hongjoong slid the condom onto the length and poured the lube onto his dick.
“Such a good Hwa, look so pretty waiting for me.” Hongjoong praised. He himself had eyes filled with lust. After his dick was slicked up nicely, he placed himself infront of Seonghwa’s entrance. “I can feel how tight you are already,” Hongjoong hummed in Seonghwa’s ear. Seonghwa whined in response.
“You’re too big,” Seonghwa chuckled languidly, wrapping his arms around Hongjoong’s neck. “I-” Seonghwa was cut off by Hongjoong’s head breeching through the muscle.
“Oh, oh my god.” Hongjoong squeezed his eyes shut, eyebrows furrowed as he focused on pushing himself completely into Seonghwa. It was like he could feel every inch of him. It was amazing. A deep moan escaped his mouth when he bottomed out. Seonghwa tightened in response, moaning himself at how much Hongjoong was loving this. “Fuck, my pretty Hwa.” He panted, burying his head into Seonghwa’s shoulder. He littered the skin there with soft kisses and kitten licks. Seonghwa hugged him closer.
“Move Joong,” Hongjoong didn’t have to be told twice. He began pulling himself out before thrusting hard right back in. Seonghwa was forced to stretch around his girth. His body shook underneath Hongjoong as he pushed himself inside over and over again. Seonghwa was barely able to get a full breath in. Reduced to pants and cries.
“You got me fucking you like this in a maid dress, shit,” Hongjoong muttered in between his thrusts.
“I- I was supposed- to,” Seonghwa moaned out. Hongjoong slowed down his thrusts to a stop. He lifted himself up onto his forearms to look down at Seonghwa. His eyes were glistening with tears, his face peppered with confusion at the sudden cease of his hips.
“Supposed to?” Hongjoong laughed at Seonghwa’s pouting face. He wiped a tear away that had fallen down Seonghwa’s cheek. “You’ll have to earn it.” Hongjoong pulled out to the tip before he quickly pushed himself back in. Their skin met with a loud smack.
“Fuck!” Seonghwa cried out, digging his fingers into Hongjoong’s shoulders.
“Beg for my dick, ungrateful Master.” Hongjoong demanded, cupping Seonghwa’s face by his jaw. Seonghwa whimpered at the sudden reprimand. “Beg for me to fuck you.” Seonghwa shuddered.
“Pl- please Joong-ah, I want you to fuck me. Please I want to feel good on your cock,” Seonghwa sobbed. Hongjoong tsked before continuing his thrusts, his pace much more rough and sloppy. He let go of Seonghwa’s face, opting to stick two of his fingers between his plush lips. Seonghwa choked out a moan.
“Yeah? I love when you beg for my dick,” Hongjoong dipped his fingers further into Seonghwa’s mouth, brushing against his tongue. Seonghwa was unable to stop his endless moans from spilling out. Hongjoong’s thrusts were growing uncoordinated, gutteral moans flooded Seonghwa’s ears. Hongjoong sounded so sexy when he felt good.
It went on like that. Hongjoong fucking deep into Seonghwa’s hole. Seonghwa tightened beautifully on Hongjoong’s cock. Seonghwa’s hands came around to grip the front of Hongjoong’s dress, pulling at the fabric with what little strength he had.
“Yeah baby? Gonna cum?” Hongjoong licked his lips at the sight. Seonghwa nodded aggressively, unintentionally sucking on Hongjoong’s fingers. His fingers left Seonghwa’s mouth with a pop. Before Seonghwa could say anything, a firm hand wrapped around his cock and began pumping. Seonghwa cried out at the feeling of both his hole and cock being assaulted. It was enough to bring him over the edge.
Hot white stripes of cum painted Seonghwa’s torso, some even reaching his chin. Seonghwa’s eyebrows were furrowed and mouth agape, staring up into Hongjoong’s eyes. A silent invitation for Hongjoong to use him to completion. Hongjoong hissed at the sight.
“Holy shit, I’m-” Hongjoong spilled himself into Seonghwa. It felt like Seonghwa was milking him with how he sucked him back in with every shaky thrust. He panted into Seonghwa’s shoulder as his hips slowed. He dropped down onto him. Seonghwa huffed at the warm feeling in his stomach. He wished that Hongjoong didn’t wear a condom.
Slim fingers brushed through Seonghwa’s hair as they both came down from their high. Hongjoong nuzzled his head deeper into the crook of Seonghwa’s neck, humming softly. Seonghwa brought a shaky hand behind Hongjoong and undid the zipper.
“Mmm one minute, you feel good.” Hongjoong mumbled. Seonghwa let out a weak laugh.
“Take off this messy thing, Joong.” Seonghwa insisted. The man above him whined, sitting up back onto his ankles. He managed to take off the dress without pulling out of Seonghwa, throwing it behind him onto the floor. Hongjoong reached over to the bedside table and grabbed some tissues. He pulled out slowly, using the tissues to clean up as best as he could. He wrapped up the condom into a ball of tissues, tossing it into the trash in the corner of the room and laid on his side next to Seonghwa. He opened his arms, letting Seonghwa climb into them.
“Thank you,” Hongjoong said. Seonghwa lifted his head up just enough so he could see his face. He smiled up at him. Hongjoong rested a hand in Seonghwa’s hair. “I’ve been wanting to do that for so long.” He admitted, his cheeks flushed bright red.
“Me too Joong, don’t be embarrassed.” Seonghwa giggled, leaning so he could pull the comforter over both of them. He pulled Hongjoong closer and tucked his legs in between Hongjoong’s.
“You’re not the one who wore a maid dress.” Hongjoong protested.
“I’d make you wear a million more outfits if it means you’ll fuck me like that again,” Seonghwa said into Hongjoong’s chest. He could hear Hongjoong’s heartbeat skip.
“Alright, alright.” Hongjoong rolled his eyes. They laid there for awhile, eventually falling asleep in eachothers arms.