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The day Hongjoong had slipped out of the practice room, not so sneakily mind you, had awoken something in Seonghwa he didn't know was there.
Now, Hongjoong leaving the practice room during practice wasn't all that unusual. He had other duties, phone calls, people to talk to, and music to make. It wouldn't have been suspicious at all. But it was suspicious, and Seonghwa seemed to be the only one that noticed the leaders weird actions.
Earlier, he'd caught him fidgeting, bouncing on his heels like he was excited for something. After that, he'd left the room in a rush, pretending to be getting an urgent phone call. He'd only realize hours later it was in fact Seonghwa's phone he had grabbed, instead of his own. Seonghwa doesn't get urgent phone calls. The oldest was onto him from that moment.
The rest of the group finished up the schedule, heading home to their respective dorms. Jongho was the only one who noticed Seonghwa lingering behind.
"Hyung? Aren't you coming?" Jongho asks.
With the absence of Hongjoong, Jongho already knew the answer, but it couldn't hurt to ask anyways.
"No, I'm gonna wait for Hongjoong," Seonghwa replied, playing with the ring on his finger. The ring Hongjoong had specifically made for him. It had little blue gemstones in it, Seonghwa's favorite color, and MATZ engraved on the inside of it. Hongjoong had made himself one to match, his embedded with dark green emeralds. Seonghwa looked to it, playing with it with gentle fingers, every time he needed Hongjoong in the rare chances he was away on a trip, or staying too late at the studio.
Jongho nodded in response. "Oh, hyung? I'll have Yeosang and Wooyoung cook tonight so you don't have to."
Seonghwa smiled, genuine appreciation crossing his pretty features. "Thank you, Jjong."
Jongho nodded once more before slipping out of the room, joining the others at their dorms.
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A few hours had passed, and although Seonghwa deems himself an extremely patient human being, he was completely impatient by that point. The day had stressed Seonghwa out already, not that they usually didn't, but the lack of Hongjoong's warm, loving presence to keep him grounded..well, it doesn't help. He's very much not grounded.
As Seonghwa sits in the practice room, he reaches for Hongjoong's phone, figuring he'd send his own phone a text, hoping Hongjoong would see it.
My love~
'?Where are you'
seen
Seonghwa grumbles in frustration, pacing around the room as if that would help the time pass quicker. If he wasn't already antsy and agitated, he certainly was now. Another 30 minutes had passed before a knock on the practice room door startles him.
Seonghwa forces himself to get up despite the tingles in his legs from sitting down too long. He reaches the door, opening it, revealing Hongjoong. Only something is different. His skin looks darker now. Did he get a tan? No, Seonghwa, you idiot. It's his fucking hair.
The hair. The hair is dark blue. A very deep, rich blue that accentuates Hongjoong's skin perfectly; makes his eyes shine, his lips redder, his jawline sharper.
Seonghwa can physically feel himself short circuiting. His heart rate picks up and his jaw goes slack. He doesn't know whether to lunge forward and gulp Hongjoong up or drop to his knees. The sad part is, those are the only options his horny brain could think of.
Hongjoong's giggle resonates through the room and Seonghwa swears he just stops. His heart stops, he swears on it.
"You like, Hwa?" Hongjoong asks softly.
Why does his voice sound deeper? Oh, God, Seonghwa is fucked. He's so fucked, and Hongjoong knows it. The wide smirk playing on his lips tells Seonghwa everything he needs to know. He knows he fucked, and Hongjoong knows it too.
"Seonghwa?" Hongjoong whispers. He's lowering his voice on purpose, reaching that deep, sultry tone that drives Seonghwa's brain insane. The tone that makes him want to slam Hongjoong into a wall and fuck him stupid; to get him gasping and crying out those sounds he loves entirely too much.
Hongjoong's tiny fingertips brush across Seonghwa's arm, down his forearm where they stop at his hand. He entwines their fingers, and Seonghwa goes more insane, if that's even possible, to see Hongjoong's pinky nail painted the same exact deep blue.
How the hell did Seonghwa get through Deja Vu era? The simple answer is: fucking himself stupid on Hongjoong's cock. This would go on until the members complained so much, the stylists could do nothing but take away those stupidly hot leather clothes. They couldn't ever say the reason why, but Wooyoung and San could not hide their mischievous snickers once the disappointing news had reached the couple.
Seonghwa regrets nothing but losing the leather pants and tight blue shirt.
Hongjoong's soft touch brings him back to reality once more. "Baby?"
Seonghwa stutters, looking into Hongjoong's deep, brown eyes. They look even deeper now. "Y-yes, Hongjoong?" He finally says. It comes out scratchy, and Seonghwa realizes his mouth is dry.
"I asked if you liked my hair, Hwa," Hongjoong repeats, an intoxicating, stern edge to it.
"I do..like it, Joongie," Seonghwa rasps. He almost rolls his eyes. As if his love for the hair isn't completely obvious.
"Oh, I know," Hongjoong leans in closer, the little shit, dark red lips brushing across Seonghwa's jawline. "Your body tells me everything, Mars."
Seonghwa squeaks softly, Hongjoong's fingers running lower now, pulling Seonghwa against him by the waistline of his pants. They start to slowly walk backwards, and Seonghwa can hear the door of the room shut with a soft click.
He doesn't register if it locks behind them or not. Doesn't care either. All he cares about is Hongjoong. His breath against his neck as he backs him up into a mirror, pressing him against the cool glass. The smell of his freshly dyed hair tickling his nose, serving as a reminder of the deep blue he now possesses. The deep blue that is driving Seonghwa to the edge.
Hongjoong's eyes, his eyes that pool with so much emotion all for Seonghwa, all in this moment, bore into his soul. Seonghwa feels everything tenfold; feels Hongjoong's soft thigh slide in between his legs, feels his soft hair brush against him, feels his perfect lips on his skin. All Seonghwa can think is he wants. He wants. Hongjoong, Hongjoong, Hongjoong. Needs him.
A strong need to pull Hongjoong's perfect, blue hair sinks in, and Seonghwa does so. Does it without realizing, yanking his hair and pulling him into a goosebumps inducing kiss.
To his surprise, Hongjoong pulls back, slapping Seonghwa across the face. Not too hard, just the right amount of delicious sting that makes Seonghwa's eyes water. He wants to look shocked, hurt. All he can muster up is a soft laugh, dripping with arousal. It only spurs Hongjoong on more. Makes him more angry. Exactly what Seonghwa wanted.
"What made you think you can manhandle me like that, Seonghwa?" Hongjoong questions, that sultry tone slipping out again, laced with faux anger.
"Hongjoong, you look so good," Seonghwa says instead, surprised at how high pitched and whiny it comes out.
Hongjoong decides then that Seonghwa doesn't deserve the mercy of seeing his perfect hair this close. Instead, he pushes him down, down onto his knees on the rough floor. His back still pressed against the shockingly cold glass, his hands scramble for purchase on Hongjoong's pants. Seonghwa's eyes flicker up, looking to Hongjoong through his lashes.
"Hongjoong-"
Hongjoong shushes him by digging the heel of his boot into his inner thigh. "That's captain to you, Seonghwa," he spits, laced with a type of venom Seonghwa shudders at.
Seonghwa whimpers, embarrassed beyond belief. "C-Captain."
Hongjoong nods in approval, lifting the weight of his heel slightly. He runs his fingers across Seonghwa's cheek, cupping it gently and rubbing, allowing him to relax. Seonghwa takes the opportunity, leaning his face into Hongjoong's hand, closing his eyes. His body becomes pliant, melting under Hongjoong's touch. Only when Hongjoong takes the opportunity to put pressure directly on his cock, does Seonghwa realize that his inch of relaxation was long over.
Seonghwa yelps. This was something they'd discussed a long time ago but had never went through with. Seonghwa had just thought Hongjoong had simply forgotten about it. Clearly, he hadn't, as the pressure becomes increasingly evident.
"Seonghwa, love, how does it feel?" Hongjoong whispers, role tipping slightly as he genuinely means what he's asking.
"G-Good, s'good," Seonghwa slurs, once again surprising himself.
Hongjoong grins wickedly, fingers tracing to Seonghwa's chin. He grabs harshly, forcing him to look upward. "Don't you look so pretty, Hwa?"
Seonghwa's dark eyes fill with tears as Hongjoong presses the sole of his shoe down harder against his cock. "My captain is the pretty one-" Seonghwa begins, choking on a moan as Hongjoong's expression changes, his eyes darkening as he hears Seonghwa's satoori slip out. He's determined more than ever to push that out of him. Make him feel so insane he can't help but let out that deep, sexy accent. Hongjoong wants more than anything to have Seonghwa at his mercy, screaming his name in said accent. He intends to do exactly that.
"W-will you?" Seonghwa looks up, eyes begging for something. That something being what Hongjoong knew already.
Hongjoong smirks to hide his nervousness. "Are you sure you can handle it, Mars? You're so sensitive already."
Seonghwa nods, entirely too eager for what's about to happen to him.
"Say it."
Seonghwa blushes, hips jerking up against Hongjoong's shoe.
"Say it, Seonghwa. Tell Captain. Admit how much you want to be hurt and kicked under my control, you little whore."
Seonghwa moans pathetically, tears slipping down his cheeks as he looks up. "P-please kick me. Kick my cock, Joongie."
Hongjoong tuts softly, ruffling his hair, presumably to keep his own cool. "Good boy," He says gently, picking his foot up before drawing it back.
Seonghwa squeezes his eyes shut, holding his breath.
Hongjoong swings his boot forward, foot colliding with Seonghwa's cock sharply. The cry that leaves Seonghwa's lips is inhumane. It makes Hongjoong's body shiver as Seonghwa's body stumbles forward a little.
"You're doing so good, baby," Hongjoong whispers.
Seonghwa hums softly in recognition, although it sounds wet and broken. "More, Joongie."
Hongjoong slowly regains his confidence as he hears Seonghwa's breathing picking up. He draws his foot back again, dragging mercilessly against Seonghwa's cock as he does, before kicking again. This time, a little harder, tip of his foot slapping against Seonghwa's balls.
Seonghwa screams out, face twisting up in pain. That makes Hongjoong's heart jump, soothing the pain by running his hand through Seonghwa's hair, scratching at his scalp.
"Spread your legs more, sweetheart," Hongjoong says, voice intoxicating with a sweetness that is almost to sweet to be sincere.
When it takes Seonghwa more than a few seconds to obey, Hongjoong does it himself, spreading his legs open with his foot again. Watching Seonghwa from above him, eyes peering down as Seonghwa tries to keep still, writhing with pleasurable pain, makes Hongjoong feel a little insane himself.
"Two more, baby," Hongjoong mutters, more to himself than Seonghwa. The grip he has on Seonghwa's shoulder starts to tighten as he drags his foot back again.
Seonghwa draws in a long, shaky breath, hands digging into Hongjoong's slacks as he waits. The wait, the way Hongjoong draws it out, is borderline infuriating. It starts to make Seonghwa irritated. Somehow, it's beginning to make Seonghwa want to switch the roles. He wants to punish Hongjoong for dragging this out so long. Unfortunately, Seonghwa asked for it. He begged for it.
The two weren't new to pain play. Usually, though, Hongjoong was on the receiving end of it. Whether it be harsh, possessive bites and slaps, to rope burn, Hongjoong always enjoyed a little pain. However, for Seonghwa this was new. Something he'd come across in the early months of their dating that Hongjoong had found out about. He teased it into small, unrelated conversations. Mentioned it in a way only they could understand, but got Seonghwa blushing and the members confused nonetheless.
Hongjoong was relentless; ruthless even, when it comes to giving pain to his partner. Seonghwa enjoys a good slap or hair pull occasionally. It grounds him, brings him back down. He never thought something like this would be enjoyable to him. But after a long, stressful day without his Hongjoong, who apparently had other plans that lit his brain on fire, this was more grounding than any slap Hongjoong was willing to offer. This opened up a chance for more aggression. The type Seonghwa craved but didn't know he wanted.
He's brought back to reality once more when Hongjoong's boot collides with his cock, leaving him breathless and more whiny than ever, as it hits with a loud slap. He can feel his balls tingle, his cock slap against his stomach harshly, even through underwear. This one topples Seonghwa over, makes him cry harder. Hongjoong basks in it. He basks in the fear and pain in Seonghwa's eyes. He seems just as turned on as Seonghwa now, hands shaking slightly and breathing picking up. His eyes are hungry. More predatory than Seonghwa has ever seen.
Not only has this blue hair of his awoken something in Seonghwa, but it seems to have an almost equal effect on Hongjoong. And that idea, well, that can't be something Seonghwa is thinking about right now, lest he come all over his favorite practice shorts and Hongjoong's pretty boots.
"What a good boy." Hongjoong speaks again, sounding so far away. "One more?" He asks more for himself;for confirmation he can keep going even if he lies about it only being one more.
Seonghwa nods. "Yes, please."
"Yeah?" Hongjoong laughs. Its breathy and the best thing Seonghwa's ever heard.
"Please, just do it." Seonghwa whines, shutting up immediately as Hongjoong's expression turns stern once again.
"I'll do it when I want to do it, brat," Hongjoong hisses, foot tapping against Seonghwa's cock, sensitive enough to send sparks through his body.
Seonghwa almost doesn't like how dangerous he sounds, but his brain is too cloudy with need to know the difference. Then, Hongjoong's tapping lets up and he hears his boot dragging against the floor below, making an awful screeching sound. Seonghwa's breath hitches, bowing his head down to watch the moment Hongjoong's boot flies forward, slapping against his cock just a fraction harder than before. His head drops more, nothing but a soft whimper leaving his mouth as he hits borderline too much.
Hongjoong forces Seonghwa's head up again, grasping the hair on the back of his head. It stings and more tears leave Seonghwa's eyes. "P-please, Joongie. Let me come." He gasps out, too desperate. "It hurts."
At that, Hongjoong helps him regain his posture, dragging the tip of his boot before pressing down hard. Seonghwa yelps, more tears spilling down his face.
He begs, he cries, he calls Hongjoong's name. The practice room is filled with the stench of sweat and sex, too hot and entirely too stuffy. It's amazing. Hongjoong wants to take into consideration that Seonghwa is wearing his favorite pair of basketball shorts, but he looks too good. Too good, splayed out with his legs spread, knees turning red, and streaks of tears running down his face. His hair is messy, pulled in every way, and his pupils are blown obscenely wide.
"You look like a wet dream, Seonghwa." Hongjoong says, the words almost coming out in a moan.
Seonghwa laughs wetly, eyes begging for more. To come. To defile those shorts, these shoes, and this floor forever. There will never be another day where Seonghwa won't wear these shorts and think of this moment. Hongjoong lets a wide grin spread across his face at that.
"Captain, please," Seonghwa pleads, tugging on Hongjoong's slacks once more.
"Alright, alright. I've tortured you enough. Come for your captain, my love." Hongjoong growls lowly, eyes fixated on Seonghwa's as he steps down harder on Seonghwa's aching cock.
"Hongjoong!" Seonghwa yelps, fingernails digging into the exposed areas of Hongjoong's waist.
Hongjoong smirks, almost looking like a madman as his eyes widen and he steps down harder. Up and down, the pressure building so slightly every time. "That's it, Seonghwa..Call your captains name, yeah?"
"H-Hongjoong!"
"Louder.
"Hongjoong!"
"Louder!"
"Hongjoong!" Seonghwa wails, eyes rolling back as his body convulsed aggressively. Warm cum spurts out, coating the inside of his sweaty thighs. It seeps through his shorts, droplets forming on Hongjoong's boot. He kisses the top of Seonghwa's head, muttering how good he'd been as he lets him calm down.
Once he's recovered enough, Hongjoong raises an eyebrow expectantly. "Clean up my shoe, then, why don't you? Messy baby."
Seonghwa shivers, leaning down to kiss the tip of Hongjoong's boot before licking up the mess he made. When he's finished, he sits back, body still shaking slightly. He gasps softly as the pressure is finally, finally, let off his cock.
"Joongie that was so good." Seonghwa giggles, still mildly out of breath.
"You did so good, my love. So good," Hongjoong praises, leaning down to Seonghwa's level where he captures his lips in a soft, sleepy kiss.
"Your hair, it looks so beautiful on you, Hongjoong," Seonghwa murmurs, running a hand through Hongjoong's hair.
"I kinda got the idea that you liked it," Hongjoong laughs, kissing Seonghwa's forehead. "Lets get you cleaned up, good boy."
"I like the sound of that. Bath and cuddles? I want to look at you and your blue hair more."
"As long as you promise not to get worked up again. Stylists might take it away." Hongjoong winks, teasing.
Seonghwa laughs. The laugh comes out tired as he slaps Hongjoong's chest lovingly, squeezing gently.
The door clicks open again, softly.
...
"Y'all are nasty," Wooyoung says, grabbing his forgotten water bottle and leaving again with a loud cackle.