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"Seonghwa's turn!" Wooyoung yells excitedly to the circle the very second he sees the green glass tip of the empty beer bottle still from the spin and point in Seonghwa's direction.
The eight boys are all gathered in a circle, playing truth or dare in the form of spin the bottle. They spin the bottle, and the person it lands on get to choose a different person to do either a truth or a dare.
It had so far been the common, harmless truths and dares, things like telling the group who your crush is or pecking someone on the lips or sitting in somebody's lap.
Seonghwa was determined about what exactly he wanted though, and it wasn't anything like the things the boys had suggested earlier throughout the game. This was going to pan out exactly as he planned it to, or not at all.
"Okay, uh, Hongjoong." Seonghwa says, looking around the group for a second before choosing the younger boy, to pretend he hasn't already thought about this dare for the last hour and a half. "You have to kiss Mingi, on the lips, and keep eye contact with him the whole time."
The group erupts in laughter, Hongjoong's face gets a little red but he shifts his body, ready to start crawling over to Mingi when Seonghwa's voice cuts through the air again, this time not so playful, but sharp and sure.
"If you fail, you've gotta give me a lap dance."
The group goes silent. Hongjoong freezes in the middle of the circle, halfway to Mingi on his hands and knees.
Everyone turns their heads in sync to stare wide-eyed at Seonghwa. Seonghwa's gaze doesn’t budge, a smirk playing on his lips and his dark eyes transfixed directly on Hongjoong's, who seems to keep darting his pupils away for brief moments at a time, looking around the circle before meeting Seonghwa's eyes again.
Hongjoong looks away for a moment longer, thinking silently, before turning his focus back to Seonghwa and asking, "What's in it for me?"
"Kiss Mingi for a minute without breaking eye contact. You win, I'll give you a hundred bucks. I win, you give me a lap dance, It's gotta be sexy. You fail that, you start over." Seonghwa hums as he smiles slyly to himself. He knows Hongjoong too well and knows for a fact he just saved himself $100 and won himself a lap dance from the person in the group that he wants to fuck the most.
Hongjoong scoffs at him, "And why do I have to do all of that?"
"You don’t have to do anything you don't want to do." Seonghwa hums, "But I know for a fact that you would like to pocket an extra hundred bucks. It's just a matter of if you do lose, then I still get something in return."
Hongjoong thinks for a moment, "A hundred bucks? You sure you wanna bet all of that?"
Seonghwa nods his head in response, "A hundred bucks."
"How long do I have to do it for?"
Seonghwa hums as he ponders for a minute, "As long as it takes for a song, that I choose, to finish."
"Deal!" Hongjoong yells. He laughs to himself, thinking this must be the easiest money he's ever made. Besides, even if he did loose, it was just a song length, right? He wouldn't be that embarrassed, not that he minds doing that for Seonghwa anyway.
Hongjoong continues forward on his hands and knees, crawling over to Mingi. The others watch him, some of them eye Seonghwa suspiciously as he stares at Hongjoong, but they all seem to have gotten over their initial shock from hearing his request.
The whole group turn their heads collectively to watch Hongjoong crawl into Mingi lap, sitting with his legs on either side of Mingi's thighs, who stares at him hungrily, but a hint of knowing in his gaze. Even Mingi knows that Hongjoong is going to lose this whole thing. It's dumb enough that Hongjoong thinks that he can go through with this, and it's obvious to everybody else that he won't.
Mingi smiles knowingly down at the older boy, who braces his hands onto Mingi's broad shoulders, and Mingi lets his huge hands rest on Hongjoong's hips. Mingi's eyes flick over to Yunho's for just a second, who gives him a tiny affirmative nod.
Everybody stares, almost all of them with a funny, excited expression on their faces at seeing where the game could lead them. One of them, however, stares with a knowing smirk plastered on his face. Yunho knows exaclty what Seonghwa what is trying to do, and knows that Seonghwa chose his boyfriend, Mingi, to help him, as he seemed like the safest option and the only person in the group, other than Seonghwa, that would be able to make Hongjoong melt under his touch and gaze.
Hongjoong sighs, and leans in toward Mingi, both of their eyes are open and transfixed by each other, and he presses their lips together.
Mingi's lips are soft and plush and his body is warm, Hongjoong feels comfortable kissing him, even with how weird it may be.
Hongjoong feels weak. The feeling in his stomach is… terrible, fluttering, embarrassing…. happy?
He feels vaulnerable, but he doesn't mind that much. Sure, maybe it's a little weird getting stared at by six other pairs of eyes as you make out with one of your friends in the middle of the circle. But it's not like they'd judge.
I mean, one of them sure isn't.
His breath stutters when Mingi licks across his bottom lip. He seems to be purposely making this hard for Hongjoong. But, Hongjoong opens his mouth and allows Mingi to tentatively lick around it and press his tongue to Hongjoong's own. Mingi's dark brown eyes are half lidded as he continues to stare at Hongjoong. He glances over at Seonghwa for a split second, who is staring hungrily, not at him, but at the smaller man in his lap.
Seonghwa didn't say anything about Mingi looking away, just make sure you keep your eyes on his, Hongjoong thinks to himself as Mingi's arms seem to wrap tighter around his waist. Wait, surely, it's been over a minute by now?
Hongjoong doesn't think about what he does to figure that out.
He darts his eyes away to look at the stopwatch counting down the seconds on San's phone.
18 seconds left. Not much longer to go.
Wait. Fuck. 18 seconds left, but Hongjoong just looked away. He's done.
All the members who can see his eyes immediately look back at Seonghwa and point at Hongjoong. Even Mingi breaks from the kiss to point at him from where his hand rests on Hongjoong's back.
Seonghwa smirk widens into a shit-eating, know-it-all grin.
Hongjoong swears under his breath. Shit. All he had to do was be patient and he would have won $100. More importantly, he would have saved himself from grinding on his best friend's lap. But forget about the humiliation ritual that the public kissing was, it's just about to get a whole lot worse.
The group burst out laughing, clapping their hands like excited little kids and squealing at the thoughts of what they're about to witness. Hongjoong's cheeks burn and he stares down at the floor.
"Ah, Joongie." Seonghwa coos, "Come here."
He sits back, resting some of his weight on his arms as he spreads his legs out across the floor and pats his thigh.
Seonghwa whispers something to San, probably the song he wants to play, and then a moment later he hears the faint intro of DIE FOR ME by Chase Atlantic, which is then quickly paused, probably on standby for when Hongjoong actually starts dancing on Seonghwa. Great. Seonghwa chose a very long song about sex and drugs for him to dance to. Just great.
Hongjoong slowly turns his body and locks eyes with Seonghwa once again.
He's smirking at him. Of course he is. God, why did he agree to this?
Everybody stares as Hongjoong reluctantly crawls over to Seonghwa with the pace of a snail. He arches his back ever so slightly as he inches forward on his hands and knees until he's right in front of Seonghwa's warm body, refusing to meet his eyes.
"Come up here," Seonghwa whispers, outstretching his arms and waving his fingers at himself, indicating for Hongjoong to get closer to him.
Why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, is all that is going through Hongjoong's head as he gently places his tiny hands on Seonghwa's thighs and lifts himself up, resting his legs on either side of Seonghwa's body and moving his hands from his thighs to his shoulders, sitting in the same position as he was just moments ago when he was on top of Mingi.
Nobody's eyes move, all of them glued to Hongjoong straddling Seonghwa in the middle of the circle. Silence washes over the group as everybody watches. Hongjoong's skin flushes bright red, blushing profusely as he still refuses to look at Seonghwa.
And finally after much consideration and debating on the options he has to get out of this mess (which is zero), ever so slowly, he moves.
Hongjoong, still looking away, lifts his hips and circles them in the air, right over Seonghwa's noticeable bulge. The song starts playing again, making this whole thing even more intense than it should be.
And Seonghwa beams at him, fucking beams, happy that Hongjoong actually did what he asked him to, as if he didn't believe it would happen and was just a dirty fantasy of his, and he rests his hands on Hongjoong's hips, following his circular movements.
Hongjoong turns his head ever so slightly to see everybody's eyes still transfixed on him, looks of interest on their faces.
Huh, Hongjoong thinks, I guess they don't find this as weird as I do.
With a little more confidence this time, Hongjoong moves forward a little more, now rubbing his clothed erection right onto Seonghwa's.
But, God, he should not have done that.
A whimper escapes his lips as the familiar sense of arousal fills his abdomen. A few of the guys in the circle cock their heads at the noise, while Seonghwa smirks wider and wider with every passing second, clearly not bothered at all by what just happened. He seems quite happy about it, actually.
"Damn, Hongjoongie." Seonghwa leans in and whispers in his ear, only for him to hear. "Just from that tiny bit of friction? You must be really needy, huh?"
An even louder whimper leaves Hongjoong when he hears Seonghwa's rhetorical question, proving his point exactly. Hongjoong wouldn’t really mind if he and Seonghwa end up hooking up at the end of the night. He might even actually like the idea of it. To say the least, it has been on his mind for a little while. I mean, how could he not think about it? Seonghwa is gorgeous, almost the exact depiction of his type. He's kind and thoughtful, smart, sexy, and not to mention really good at flirting when he wants to be. Most importantly, he's his best friend. Hongjoong really wouldn’t mind-
His train of thought is cut of when he feels his clothed dick rub against Seonghwa's jeans again as he continues moving sensually, trying to give as best of a lap dance as he can so it can just be over and done with. But of course, that won't happen.
The arousal in his abdomen is growing with every passing second, getting more and more intense with every roll and slide of his hips against Seonghwa.
He feels like he might cum at any given moment.
No, no, no, no, no, I can't, I can't! Everyone's watching, we're at a party! No, God, please, this cannot be happening to me right now, Hongjoong thinks frantically, trying his best to calm the feeling in his abdomen down without stopping. Seonghwa will make him restart if he fails.
But it's no use. The calm thoughts, the spaced breathing, the closed eyes, none of it helps reduce the feeling whatsoever. For the record, it might even be growing.
As the big hands resting on his hips follow his every movement, making them just a little sharper and more precise, Seonghwa gently grinds Hongjoong down on himself over and over again. He must be either really confident or really careless.
Hongjoong's eyes fly open as Seonghwa grinds his him down particularly hard, and all hell breaks loose.
Hongjoong looks Seonghwa in the eyes for the first time in the last five or so minutes, a look of sheer panic flushing through his eyes, as his vision goes white. Hongjoong lets out a tiny moan and rests his head on Seonghwa's shoulder. He gently cries out as the arousal that was pooling in his abdomen is now flushing to his dick, and he tenses as he feels himself cum in his pants.
He pants against Seonghwa's clothed shoulder, his whole body shaking as his orgasm crashes over him in waves. His mind goes blank, no thoughts in there except for the way Seonghwa's cologne smells and how uncomfortable his soiled boxers feel.
He stays where his is for well over a minute, taking his time to his mind and breathing back into order.
When he comes back to himself, Seonghwa has a warm hand on the small of his back, grounding his body. Hongjoong gently lifts his head up and peeks over his best friend's shoulder to see all their friends staring at them, some with a look of complete disbelief on their faces, and some with an all-knowing look on theirs.
Oh my god, Hongjoong thinks, I just- that actually happened.
He feels Seonghwa chuckle underneath him and gently moves his head to look Hongjoong right in the eyes, his smirk still plastered on his lips. Hongjoong's face just gets redder and redder and Seonghwa looks around the circle at all their friends, before uttering his first words since Hongjoong started whimpering. "Well, everybody, great party and all, but I'm gonna drop Joong back at his apartment, you know. I think he's tired."
Seonghwa acts like he really doesn’t care what just happened as he slide his legs out from underneath Hongjoong, letting him fall to the floor with a very soft thud, and stands up in front of him. He stretches out his arms to the younger boy, offering his hands to help him up. Hongjoong looks up and complies, grabbing Seonghwa's hands and allowing himself to be lifted off the floor and onto his feet. He flushes red once again, very aware of the seven pairs of eyes glued onto himself. He hangs his head low, avoiding the looks from everybody as he feels Seonghwa tugs his hands gently and lead him out of the room.
"Thanks, you guys, see you on Monday!" Seonghwa says with a wide grin as they disappear out of the doorway, dragging Hongjoong out with him, not giving him a chance to say bye to everybody. As if he'd be up to doing that anyway.
Hongjoong doesn't utter a word as they walk, just letting himself be led by Seonghwa down the stairs and on the footpath, until somehow they end up in front of his apartment complex. Makes sense, Hongjoong only lives about a five minute walk from Yunho and Mingi's, where the party was held.
Hongjoong turns his head and sees Seonghwa looking at his expectantly with his hand stretched out, and it takes Hongjoong a minute or two to realise that Seonghwa is asking for the keys.
"Oh." Hongjoong sighs, reaching into his pocket, pulling out a silver key and passing it to Seonghwa. Seonghwa takes the keys and smiles, he turns the lock and opens the door to the lobby, helping Hongjoong up the few steps in front of the door and leading him out onto the marble flooring towards the elevator.
The elevator dings as the doors open, and the two boys step inside. Hongjoong leans on Seonghwa's shoulder, his mind finally coming around as the little bit of alcohol he had seems to seep out of his body. Hongjoong thinks for a little, replaying the nights events before finally remembering what happened right at the end.
Oh my god. That wasn't a dream. That actually happened.
Hongjoong opens his eyes and looks up at Seonghwa, a small frown on his face. Seonghwa looks back down at him and smiles, without a care in the world for what just happened to him and Hongjoong.
Hongjoong opens his mouth, but before he can say a word, Seonghwa interrupts.
"I think you liked it."
"I- what?" Hongjoong asks, bewildered.
"I think you liked everybody watching while you ground on me. I think you liked knowing there were several pairs of eyes on you at all times, watching as you lost yourself above me. Watched you as you came undone on top of me." Seonghwa says, moving his body until he's pushing Hongjoong up against the metal doors of the elevator.
Hongjoong whimpers at him, resting his hands on his chest and burying his head in Seonghwa's shoulder to hide his face.
"Tell me you liked it, Hongjoongie." Seonghwa whispers into his ear.
Hongjoong just whimpers again, unable to form a sentence.
"Tell me, baby."
"I-" Hongjoong starts, speaking quietly and muffled into Seonghwa's shirt.
"No," Seonghwa says, reaching a hand under his chin and pulling it upward, forcing Hongjoong to look at him, "Say it to me."
"I liked it."
"Liked what, baby?"
Hongjoong groans and squeezes his eyes shut, he hates having to spell it out under his best friend's touch.
"I liked knowing they were watching me. I liked doing that to you while they had their eyes on me."
Seonghwa doesn't say anything, just smiles.
And then, warmth.
Hongjoong's eyes fly open when he feels Seonghwa's soft lips against his own, their foreheads pressed together, and Seonghwa's big hands enveloping Hongjoong's waist. Hongjoong melts into the kiss, his body turning into jelly as he lets himself go in the hands of his best friend.
Seonghwa licks over Hongjoong's bottom lip, and Hongjoong opens his mouth, allowing Seonghwa to lick and kiss inside the wet cavern.
Ding.
Their make out session is interrupted by the elevator doors opening, revealing the empty hallway in front of Hongjoong's apartment door. Though, that doesn't stop them.
Seonghwa immediately grabs Hongjoong's hand and leads him out of the elevator with purpose, basically running down the hallway until they stop in front of Hongjoong's door. Hongjoong is quick to pull his key out his pocket this time, handing it to Seonghwa who takes it and unlocks the door in a millisecond.
They rush inside, and once the door is slammed shut with out loud bang, Hongjoong is crowded against the back of it with Seonghwa's lips leaving kisses and marks all over his neck. Hongjoong's hands grip Seonghwa's shoulders as the older boy's hands travel down Hongjoong's body, landing on his back and pulling him towards himself, then going further down until they rest of Hongjoong's ass, kneading the flesh over the top of Hongjoong's jeans.
Breathy moans are all that leave Hongjoong's mouth as Seonghwa's head moves further and further down his neck and chest, pulling the younger's shirt collar down with every kiss so he can reach more of the supple skin.
Hongjoong uses the last bit of strength he has left in his arms to push Seonghwa's shoulders so that the older boy was now standing in front of him, their faces barely inches apart.
"Seonghwa- please."
"What is it, baby? What do you need?"
"Please- Bedroom."
Seonghwa just groans into Hongjoong's ear, slithering his hands around the younger boy's back and down to his thighs, gripping the backs of them and hoisting Hongjoong up. Hongjoong yelps in surprise but mmediately lets himself be picked up and he wraps his legs around Seonghwa's waist, allowing himself to be carried down the corridor, with a few small breaks throughout the walk as Seonghwa presses Hongjoong up against the wall and kisses him every few steps.
The second they enter the room, Seonghwa slams the door shut and lets go of Hongjoong, letting the younger boy stand. He turns back to Hongjoong, who is looking so blissed out just from a bit of kissing.
Seonghwa slinks back over to him, wrapping his arms around Hongjoong's waist and kissing him a less feversih but more loving kiss. "You're so beautiful." He says in his deep, honey-like voice, his words making Hongjoong's cheeks flush.
Seonghwa backs Hongjoong up until the backs of his knees hit the edge of his bed, the younger flopping down onto the matress, pulling Seonghwa down with him. Hongjoong shuffles upward, pushing himself up the mattress until his head hits the pillows, and Seonghwa follows, caging Hongjoong's small body with his own, and slinking his thigh in between his legs in the process.
Hongjoong lets out a tiny moan at the friction, his once half-hard dick now fully hard again and pressing against the seam of his sticky boxers as he moves his crotch over Seonghwa's thigh in tiny movements.
"So hard already, huh baby?" He groans into Hongjoong's ear.
Hongjoong moans again and nods, "Hwa, please, I- I need-"
"Hm? What do you need?"
"Need to feel you, please-"
Seonghwa chuckles and lifts himself off Hongjoong, kneeling over him as he takes his own shirt off. Hongjoong stares at him, admiring the toned muscles of his arms and abdomen, and the tanned shimmer of his skin. It makes Hongjoong want to leave marks everywhere on his torso.
"You're so sexy, Hwa."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
Seonghwa smiles at him and leans down once again, pressing a kiss so Hongjoong's lips as his hands find the seam of his shirt and pulls it up and over his head. Seongnhwa admires the younger boy for a moment, before diving back down and leaving a kiss on Hongjoong's collarbone, and then trailing down until he reaches his left nipple, lapping his tongue over the hardened bud as he uses his right hand to show the same affection to the other one, rolling and pinching it in between his fingers.
Seonghwa snakes his free hand down until he reaches Hongjoong's crotch, rubbing his palm against the younger's hard bulge.
Hongjoong's back arches off the bed in pleasure as breathy moans escape his mouth, the overlapping feelings overpowering his nerves.
"Hwa- please"
"What do you want, baby?" Seonghwa's words sending vibrations through Hongjoong's chest. Seonghwa obviously knows the answer to that question, but he still feels the need to make Hongjoong spell it out for him.
"I want you."
"Want me how?"
Hongjoong groans, annoyed and impatient. "Fucking hell, Hwa. I want you- ah, inside of me."
Seonghwa chuckles, "Okay, baby, no need to be in a rush."
Hongjoong chooses to ignore that for his own good, eager to just feel Seonghwa's dick inside of him.
Seonghwa finally gets up from where he was on Hongjoong's chest and shuffles downward, positioning himself in between the younger boys legs, resting his hand on Hongjoong's bulge again, this time unbuttoning the younger boy's jeans.
Hongjoong lifts his hips upwards to allow Seonghwa to pull his pants and boxers down his legs in one swift movement, his hard and red dick slapping against his abdomen, sensative to the cold air in his room.
Seonghwa stares for a moment before reaching down to give Hongjoong's dick a few pumps, the younger writhing under the pleasure. He then stops, making the younger whine at the loss, and Seonghwa reaches his hand over Hongjoong's frame to his bedside table.
"You got lube in here?" He asks, and Hongjoong nods. Seonghwa smirks, but choosing not to question why the younger has lube right next to his bed, though he obviously know the answer. Seonghwa opens the first draw and reaches into it, feeling around the various objects until his hand lands on a tube like object, and Seonghwa picks it up and to confirm his suspicions, it's the lube, the bottle almost half empty.
He brings the tube closer to himself, opening the cap with a click and pouring some of the cold liquid onto his fingers and warming it up.
He brings his hand down to Hongjoong's entrance, rubbing the pad of his index finger over the tight ring of muslce, before pushing the tip of it in. Once Seonghwa can see Hongjoong is fine with one finger, he adds another, moving the two digits around Hongjoong's tight heat, pushing and brushing against the younger's prostate with every thrust.
"You done this before, baby?"
"Y-yeah."
"Hm? Tried to finger yourself with these tiny hands of yours? Bet you can't get anywhere with these, huh baby?"
Hongjoong flings his arm over his face and just whines at Seonghwa, who has added another finger and is fucking them inside and out of the younger boy at a rapid pace.
"No, baby, don't do that." Seonghwa says, reaching up to pull Hongjoong's arm away from his face. "You need to be watching. Watch how well you take my fingers. How you would never be able to have it this good from yourself or anybody else."
Hongjoong whines and plants his feet on the mattress, lifting his entire lower body upwards, writhing in pleasure and rolling his upper body on the mattress. Seonghwa keeps his free hand firmly planted on Hngjoong's hip, keeping him from moving away.
"Oh, you poor thing," Seonghwa says in the most condescending tone Hongjoong has ever heard, "Already so close just from my fingers. You won't even last on my dick, huh Joongie?"
A loud moan escapes Hongjoong through the sea of little ah's leaving his mouth with every movement of Seonghwa's hand.
Seonghwa pulls his fingers out abruptly, Hongjoong's hole clenching around nothing as a whine leavs his mouth at the loss.
"Too bad, baby, you're not cumming until I say you can."
Hongjoong feels like he could cry. He's so close to his release, yet so far from it that it's just painful.
With his mind a little less foggy, Hongjoong just stares as Seonghwa removes his own jeans and boxers agonizingly slowly, and his mouth waters at the sight of Seonghwa's hard, angry cock. Yeah, he obviously expected Seonghwa to be big, but that's huge. Bigger than he's ever taken before.
"Like what you see?" Seonghwa asks, his smirk never leaving his face.
Hongjoong nods, and his mind flashes back to the party. When he was on top of Seonghwa, dancing above his hard-on, practically riding the older boy's dick in front of everybody. Before he can stop himself, Hongjoong hoists himself into a sitting position and yells, "Wait!"
Seonghwa immediately stops moving toward him, his smile dropping and surprise mixed with worry written all over his face. "You wanna stop? That's okay, Joongie."
Hongjoong smiles, happy at the way Seonghwa immediately shifts the second he thinks something is wrong. But that isn't what he wants at all.
"No! I don't wanna stop, Hwa," Hongjoong says shyly, looking down at his hands, "I- I want to-"
"What is it, baby? What do you want?"
"I wanna do it like how I did at the party."
Seonghwa still looks confused, and Hongjoong groans at him not getting the hint. He looks back down at his hands, wringing them in his lap, before finally mucking up the courage to say what he wants to say.
"I want to ride you." He mumbles.
Seonghwa is silent for a minute, and Hongjoong is worried that that's not something he wants to do, but when he looks back up at Seonghwa, his smirk is back on his face and he's staring hungrily at Hongjoong.
"God, Joongie, that's the hottest thing I've ever heard you say."
Hongjoong beams, and he reaches up, wrapping his hands around Seonghwa's neck pulling him down into another kiss. Hongjoong rolls them over until they've switched places, Hongjoong on top of Seonghwa, straddling him once again. He grasps Seonghwa's dick, which just looks even bigger than it did now that it's in Hongjoong's small hand, and he gives it a few pumps. He reaches over to where Seonghwa discarded the bottle of lube and picks it up, squirting some of the clear liquid onto his hand and slicking up Seonghwa's cock in it, before lining it up with his hole. Seonghwa smiles up at the younger boy, cupping his cheek in one hand and pulling Hongjoong down for one last kiss, before the younger boy leans back up and lifts his hips.
Hongjoong finally sinks down onto his cock at an agonizingly slow pace , having to stop every few seconds to catch his breath.
"You okay?" Seonghwa asks as the tip of his cock breaches Hongjoong's tight heat, only about half of it fully inside of him, and Hongjoong nods. Hongjoong lets out the most pornographic moan Seonghwa has ever heard as he finally sinks down fully, seated on top of Seonghwa, his cock leaking pathetically on Seonghwa's stomach as his own dick twitches inside the younger boy.
Hongjoong slumps forward a little, his hands finding purchase on Seonghwa's chest as the latter's hands fall onto Hongjoong's hips. The air in Hongjoong's room is empty save for the sound of their breaths mingling together, Hongjoong gasping particularly loud as he tries to get used to his best friend's cock splitting him open.
"God, Hwa-" Hongjoong gasps, "It's like I- I can feel you in my stomach."
"Yeah?" Seonghwa asks, smirking at Hongjoong as he moves one of his hands from the younger's hips to his stomach. "Here?" He presses down on the skin, and the feeling of arousal in his own abdomen gets more and more intense as he feels the outline of his own cock pressing against his hand.
Hongjoong fucking writhes. This is the most amount of pleasure he's felt in a long, long time, and to be sharing that with his best friend is an amazing feeling that he just can't pinpoint.
"That feels good, huh?" Seonghwa asks, and Hongjoong nods feverishly. "Best you've ever had?"
Another nod.
"Good. You won't get anything other than this for a while, Joongie." Seoghwa growls, and uses his grip on Hongjoong's hip to lift the younger up ever so slightly, and then pull him back down again.
Another loud, drawn out moan leaves Hongjoong. "Now keep moving." Seonghwa hisses.
And Hongjoong, very willingly, complies. He rolls his hips forward, lifting himself up the tiniest bit and then dropping down again. Hongjoong repeats the motion as much as he can, a string of broken moans, pleads, and whines leave his mouth with every inch that he moves.
"Doing so well, baby." Seonghwa praises, pressing Hongjoong's stomach harder with one hand and bringing the other up to toy with one of Hongjoong's nipples.
"Hwa- Hwa, please- nghhah, please." Hongjoong doesn't even know what he's begging for.
Harder? Faster? Release? Seonghwa doesn't know either, so he just plants his own feet on the mattress and snaps his hips upwards, thrusting up into Hongjoong at the same time the younger drops down. With the pressure, Seonghwa's dick jabs, hard, against Hongjoong's prostate.
Another one of those borderline pornographic moans.
"Do that again- ah- please."
That must have done wonders for Hongjoong. So Seonghwa keeps going. Snapping his hips upward every time Hongjoong drops back down, matching his rhythm as his hands rub Hongjoong's stomach and nipples.
Hongjoong starts to cry, and Seonghwa worries for a split second that he's hurt, but soon realizes that Hongjoong is moaning and that he must be so far gone on the wave of pleasure, so Seonghwa keeps going. His hands guide Hongjoong's hips, moving them against Seonghwa, the younger boy's erection rubbing against Seonghwa's lower stomach, the friction making the pleasure even more unbearable.
Before he knows it, Seonghwa feels like he might cum at any given moment, and he can tell Hongjoong is close too.
"You look so pretty like this, Joongie, crying while you ride on my cock. God, you will never escape this."
"Hwa- Seonghwa." The younger gasps out.
"Close?" Seonghwa asks.
Hongjoong nods.
"Beg for it."
Hongjoong whimpers, not sure he can last much longer. "Please, Hwa, please can I cum? I've been good right? Please, Seonghwa I'm so fucking close- ah. Please let me cum." More tears of pleasure brim at Hongjoong's eyes as he begs.
God, he looks so gorgeous like this. Seonghwa wants to ruin him more often. He thrusts up into the younger boy harder and faster, maching his pace as Hongjoong rides him, his cock prodding and jabbing against his prostate with every thrust, making the younger boy writhe and moan with pleasure on top of him.
"Go on then, baby. You can cum." Seonghwa groans, his own release coming closer and closer. "Show me how good it is. Show me how much you love it, how much you needed it. Show me that you won't get this from anybody else."
That does it for Hongjoong. He rolls his eyes back and his vision goes white for the second time tonight as his second orgasm crashes over him in waves, hitting him like a truck. however this time it's 100% better than before. He slumps forward a little more, leaning his forearms on Seonghwa's chest.
Ropes of white cum spurt from Hongjoong's dick, painting Seonghwa's chest. Seonghwa's thrusts get faster as he chases his own release, pounding into the younger boy from underneath him.
Seonghwa's hips then still and he groans as he also cums, filling Hongjoong up until he physically feels empty.
It takes Hongjoong a moment to come back to himself after that Earth-shattering orgasm. God, that's the best he's ever felt. Once, he finally comes back to his body, he opens his eyes to find Seonghwa looking up at him, pure love in his eyes as he runs his hand through Hongjoong's brown hair.
"You okay?" Seonghwa asks, and Hongjoong can't muster the words to express how he feels so he just smiles and nods.
Seonghwa lifts him up again, pulling Hongjoong to the side to lay down next to him. Seonghwa hisses as his cock slips out of Hongjoong, the younger boy whimpering at the loss.
Seonghwa maneuvers them so they're pressed up against each other, Hongjoong's face buried in the crook of his neck as he rests his chin on the crown of Hongjoong's head, pressing soft kisses into his hair ever so often.
"Good?" Seonghwa whispers against Hongjoong's hair.
"So, so, so good, Hwa." Hongjoong breathes, muffled against his chest.
They're both a sticky mess of cum, tears, and lube, tangled in Hongjoong's sheets. But it's worth it. Seonghwa would deal with this grimy feeling forever if it means he gets to experience that with Hongjoong again.
Hongjoong's breaths are getting slower and slower, the hot air fanning against his chest.
"I love you, Hongjoongie." Seonghwa whispers.
Hongjoong lifts his head up so he's looking Seonghwa right in the eyes.
"I love you too, Seonghwa."
Seonghwa smiles warmly and leans down to kiss Hongjoong again, this time slower and loving.
Then Hongjoong returns back to where he was minutes ago, head pressed into Seonghwa's chest and Seonghwa's chin resting on his head once again.
The only thought that rolls through Seonghwa's mind as Hongjoong's breathing lulls him to sleep, is how happy he is that the beer landed on him hours ago.
None of this would have happened without that lovely coincidence, of course.