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Not even a minute had passed after Hongjoong finally wrestled his front door open before Seonghwa was pressed up against the wall of his entryway. Seonghwa’s fingertips were still chilly from waiting in the night air while Hongjoong struggled with the key when his hands found their way under Hongjoong’s dress shirt. Neither man had bothered to fully put themselves back together after their moment—or rather, several moments—spent pleasuring each other in the supply closet at their office. Once he had the wherewithal to process the events that transpired Seonghwa would surely be mortified, but at present he was too occupied with tracing his chilled fingers over the soft skin of Hongjoong’s stomach to pay mind to anything else.
Hongjoong shivered as Seonghwa’s fingers traced lower, a reminder of where they had been barely an hour before. Seonghwa pushed his hands further up Hongjoong’s abdomen, taking the hem of his shirt with them. A small sound escaped Hongjoong’s mouth when he finally closed the distance between them as he had countless times that evening already. This kiss was their most desperate yet, the shared knowledge of finally being away from any prying eyes or questioning looks drove them forward with something of a vengeance, one Seonghwa felt when Hongjoong bit down on his bottom lip and tugged . Seonghwa whined, tightening his grip where his hands had fallen to Hongjoong’s waist. They melted together into the next couple kisses until the wave of desperation pulled them under again and Hongjoong moved from Seonghwa’s lips to graze over his cheekbones and down to his neck.
“Here- move your leg like this.” Seonghwa felt Hongjoong’s mouth form the words against the side of his throat.
He reached with one hand to draw Seonghwa’s knee up so his thigh was on display and only the ball of his foot touched the ground.
“There you go,” Hongjoong exhaled as he no less than shoved the proffered thigh between his own legs.
The sigh of relief was music to Seonghwa’s ears; the heat of Hongjoong’s arousal against his thigh was obvious even through his pant leg. It was suddenly imperative that he kiss Hongjoong again. Seonghwa scrambled to remove one hand from under his shirt and cup his jaw instead, practically tearing Hongjoong’s face from where it was buried in the crook of Seonghwa’s neck. Their lips crashed together, once again taking up the familiar rhythm. Hongjoong ground down against his thigh, chasing any friction he could find. The layers of clothing between them were both a blessing and a curse—Hongjoong needed the traction but Seonghwa wanted nothing more than to see him bare. The closet had been good for a thrill, but working from touch alone could never have done Hongjoong’s form any justice.
Greedily, Seonghwa decided he was desperate for the full experience.
Seonghwa pulled his leg back so he was once again standing fully on both feet. Hongjoong broke the kiss immediately with an anguished moan, the question of ‘how could you do this to me’ plain on his face.
“Bedroom,” Seonghwa said in explanation.
It may as well have been a magic word, as Hongjoong immediately kicked off his shoes and reached for Seonghwa’s hand to pull him through the house. Seonghwa hastily rid himself of his shoes and Hongjoong took the lead, the grip on his fingers somehow feeling more intimate than anything they had done thus far.
Hongjoong tugged him through the living room, down a short hallway, and finally into the bedroom. Seonghwa sat with his legs over the side of the bed, and took a moment to simply observe Hongjoong standing before him, illuminated by the light of a streetlamp coming in through the window, disheveled as he too must be: color high on his cheeks, hair a mess and lips kiss-bitten. Hongjoong took the handful of steps necessary to stand directly in front of Seonghwa, then slowly and deliberately lowered himself until he was straddling his thighs. He dipped down for a soul-warming kiss, one hand holding the back of Seonghwa’s neck and the other resting gently on his chest. Seonghwa couldn’t resist putting his hands back on Hongjoong’s waist, this time drifting lower to his thighs and ass as the kiss deepened. Hongjoong broke the kiss with a gasp and a smirk when Seonghwa got a little adventurous and squeezed.
“Find something you like?” Hongjoong teased.
“Not just one thing,” Seonghwa replied. Then, after a beat of catching their breath, continued, “Would you turn on a light? I wo- I would like to see you. When we, you know.”
His eyes shifted away, unable to face the man on top of him as he made the request.
“I like you too, you know,” Hongjoong admitted softly. “This isn’t a ‘just tonight’ thing for me.”
Seonghwa dragged his gaze back up to meet Hongjoong’s. The hand resting on his chest came up to gently run the thumb over Seonghwa’s cheekbone. He found himself melting into the touch, sagging into the hand supporting his neck as well. Seonghwa couldn’t help but let his eyes drift shut as he smiled.
“Mmm, me too,” he said, and found Hongjoong still looking down at him when his eyes blinked open a moment later.
Hongjoong got up to flick a lightswitch, but was back straddling Seonghwa’s lap soon enough. The soft warm light caught on a bead of sweat as it slid down Hongjoong’s temple and Seonghwa’s fingers jumped into action. After receiving an encouraging nod, he began to undo the buttons of Hongjoong’s shirt, slowly revealing a strip of his chest and down to his abdomen. He pushed it further open, pausing to brush his lips over Hongjoong's sternum and tease his fingers over his chest and down his sides. Seonghwa let out a gasp when he revealed Hongjoong's pierced nipples. He brought one of the hoops between his lips, kissing the soft skin around it and giving it a gentle tug. Hongjoong sucked in a breath and ground his hips down against Seonghwa's lap, repeating the motion when Seonghwa switched to give the other nipple the same treatment.
Finally, Seonghwa pushed Hongjoong's shirt back over his shoulders, kissing the path the fabric took over the slight tone in his biceps, into the crook of his elbow, and down his forearm. He came to a stop at Hongjoong's wrist, then pressed his lips into his palm and flicked his eyes up to meet Hongjoong's gaze. His eyes were half lidded and lips slightly parted, a memory from the dim light of the supply closet suddenly brought to life in front of him.
Seonghwa didn't quite take as much time freeing Hongjoong of his slacks, but made sure to brush his fingers over his stomach as flirtatiously as possible while undoing his belt. Hongjoong playfully chastised him for being such a tease, but the sentence died on his lips when Seonghwa had his hands splayed across Hongjoong's newly bare thighs. He took as much as he could of each one in his hands and squeezed, coaxing a surprised mewl from Hongjoong's lips which only grew in desperation as Seonghwa maneuvered Hongjoong to make it easier to get his pants and underwear off the rest of the way, as well as position him so he was straddling only one of Seonghwa's still clothed thighs.
The moan that left Hongjoong's throat was sure to ring through Seonghwa's memory for the foreseeable future, as was the expression on his face when he grasped at Seonghwa's shoulders and threw his head back. He couldn't help but rock his hips forward and back a couple times before wrenching his eyes open to look down at Seonghwa.
"It- it's unfair," he said through gasping breaths, "you're still fully dressed."
"Mm, seems so," Seonghwa agreed. "If you want to do anything about it, be my guest."
The determination on his face was enough to tell Seonghwa that Hongjoong knew a challenge when he was given one, even despite the way his eyes were growing hazier by the second. He swallowed thickly and moved his hands from Seonghwa's shoulders. Hongjoong took a deep breath to try and calm his shaking fingers enough to pull off his tie and get to work undoing the buttons on his dress shirt, but Seonghwa was not about to make this easy for him. He planted his hands firmly on Hongjoong's hips and made him keep rocking his hips, every so often bouncing his leg ever so slightly to throw him off the rhythm.
Hongjoong cursed and whimpered all the while, but soon enough he had wrestled Seonghwa free from his shirt and pushed it over his shoulders. The material bunched around his elbows, unable to be fully removed thanks to the grip he had on Hongjoong's body, but Hongjoong found he liked it half-on-half-off; it gave Seonghwa a debauched look that suited his flushed cheeks and mussed hair. Hongjoong leaned forward to kiss Seonghwa, this time allowing his hands to roam freely over his naked torso. He started by pawing at his neck, then down his shoulders, before one hand traced lightly down an arm while the other slid down to his chest. Hongjoong paused at his nipple, brushing his thumb over the bud. Seonghwa let out a gasp against his lips and felt Hongjoong's mouth curve into a lazy smirk in return.
Seemingly deciding that his own challenge was not yet complete, Hongjoong's hands continued downward and began fumbling with Seonghwa's belt, then the button and zipper on his slacks. He dipped his fingers into his underwear, carefully freeing the erection that had been straining and was rewarded with a moan and a buck of his hips, which in turn made Hongjoong grind down against his thigh. Hongjoong jerked him off lazily, using the precome gathering at the tip to ease the slide, paying special attention to find the pressure and speed that affected him so deeply back at the office. They mutually broke the kiss, instead opting for panting with their foreheads pressed together. One of Hongjoong's hands traveled back up to Seonghwa's shoulder, squeezing the flesh before dipping forward, hooking his elbow over his back and resting his forehead on the opposite shoulder. His fingers sprawled across his shoulder blade and dug in slightly when the feeling got more intense as he grew nearer to his orgasm.
"I'm cl-," Hongjoong gasped into his shoulder, "I'm close-"
"Is this enough? Do you need anything to make it better?" Seonghwa asked, nearing his own precipice as well.
"Play with my nipples, tell me I'm pretty-" he moaned as Seonghwa immediately followed the first instruction, "-anything, as long as it's from you."
"You're stunningly gorgeous," Seonghwa said, "just perfect for me, angel."
The movements of Hongjoong's hips and the fist around Seonghwa's cock became more erratic as Hongjoong's pleasure reached its climax. He whimpered through his orgasm, his breath hot against the bare skin of Seonghwa’s shoulder and his thighs tightening on either side of Seonghwa’s leg to press harder against his pussy as he came. Seonghwa could feel Hongjoong’s muscles steadily contracting against his thigh. He gently rubbed his palms up and down Hongjoong’s sides as he came, whispering compliments and praise into his ear until he came down from the high.
Hongjoong’s hand tightened around Seonghwa’s cock as he rode the wave of his orgasm, and was quick to finish the job of getting him off as soon as he regained enough conscious thought to process the situation he’d left Seonghwa in.
“Sorry to make you wait,” he said shyly, taking up the rhythm he’d left off moments before.
“No worries lovely, it was such a treat to see you come undone for me,” Seonghwa reassured him.
“Now it’s your turn,” Hongjoong teased, a mischievous glint in his eye.
Hongjoong did not hold back, first extracting himself from where he was draped over Seonghwa’s torso and perched on his thigh to kneel on the floor between his legs. Seonghwa caught sight of the wet patch Hongjoong’s pleasure had left on his pants and let out a moan.
“Don’t you dare apologize,” Seonghwa hissed as he watched Hongjoong’s eyes register the stain as well.
Hongjoong responded by taking Seonghwa’s cock into his mouth and looking up at him through his eyelashes. Seonghwa couldn’t help but moan again at the sight, as well as whatever magical thing Hongjoong began doing with his tongue around the head of his cock. He buried his hands in Hongjoong’s hair and grunted out a warning that he wouldn’t last long before Hongjoong placed his hands on Seonghwa’s thighs and took him further into his mouth. He hollowed his cheeks and gave a hard suck, then slid back nearly until his cock left his mouth and did it all again.
“I’m co- I’m gonna come,” Seonghwa said, removing his hands from Hongjoong’s hair to let him pull if he wanted.
To Seonghwa’s delight, he took the warning and pressed in closer. Hongjoong swallowed once around his cock and Seonghwa fell over the edge, his eyebrows scrunching and jaw falling open as he whimpered through the pleasure.
Hongjoong caught as much come in his mouth as he could before pulling off and opening his mouth to show Seonghwa. He caught his eye and swallowed, pulling another whimper from Seonghwa’s throat as he crawled back up into his lap. Hongjoong kneeled on the bed on either side of Seonghwa’s thighs and melted forward to drape himself over Seonghwa’s front. They shared a slow, sweet kiss and Seonghwa could taste himself on Hongjoong’s tongue, the sensation sending a jolt down his spine. Hongjoong pulled back and rested his elbows on Seonghwa’s shoulders, content to just look at each other and share the moment of post-orgasm bliss. The lazy grin on Hongjoong’s lips told Seonghwa all he needed to know: he would definitely be staying the night.