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Being an idol is not easy. Endless recording sessions, rigorous training, jam-packed schedules, and late nights in the studio perfecting each song. Hongjoong was well aware of fans have expressing concern for Ateez's well-being, urging them to take a break before burning out from their intense schedule.
However, Hongjoong also knows something many don't: the members of Ateez are driven by their own unique brand of craziness. They pour their hearts and souls into their craft, constantly pushing themselves to the limit and thriving off the rush of performances and fan adoration. As they prepare for each new comeback, the excitement is off the roof among each member as they eagerly anticipate releasing new music and content to their fans.
Hongjoong walks into the studio where the photoshoot was about to take place, and most of his fellow members were already present. Yunho and Jongho fully immersed in something on Yunho's phone, their voices hushed as they discuss it. Wooyoung, unable to resist his curiosity, being shooed away from the photo set while Seonghwa fussed over San's hair and Mingi and Yeosang standing besides them, providing unhelpful advices.
Their head stylist quickly assiged them to separate dressing rooms - Hongjoong, Jongho, and Yeosang in one, San, Wooyoung, and Mingi in another, and Yunho and Seonghwa sharing a room. Managers label them as the black room, white room and color room. Hongjoong didn't question this arrangement at the time, assuming it’s based purely on colors of their outfits, but looking back, maybe he should have. It might have given him a chance to mentally prepare for what was he was about to see.
As Hongjoong was guided around the dressing room from stylist to makeup artist to hair, his mind drifted back to very beginning of the group. Pirate King felt like a lifetime ago. Back then, they didn't have racks of designer clothes lining the walls or a team of professionals fussing over their every detail. Instead, they had a single rack of mismatched outfits, most of them secondhand or borrowed. If something was not fitting, their only options were to pin it back or switch with another member. He can almost hear Seonghwa and Wooyoung bickering over who would wear “the good jacket” during their first photoshoot, while his own shirt had been made to look at least three sizes smaller, pins hidden by his own red jacket. The stylist had pinned it ruthlessly, jabbing his skin more than once in her haste to make it presentable.
The room buzzed with activity, stylists darting back and forth with armfuls of clothes. Hongjoong watched as Jongho tried on blazer after blazer, each one tailored perfectly to his broad shoulders. It's a far cry from the days when safety pins holding together seams threatened to burst mid-performance.
His gaze drifted to the array of cosmetics spread before him, a kaleidoscope of colors and textures. He recalled their first comebacks, how they'd huddled around a single mirror, the one make up artist trying to work as fast as she could to get them ready. Seonghwa's steady hand had applied foundation to younger members in attempt to move things along faster, his tongue poking out in concentration. Now, a professional dedicated to each of them worked their magic, transforming members faces with practiced ease.
Each brush stroke, each gust of hairspray, each careful adjustment of his outfit, was a testament to how far they've come. The nervous energy of those early days has been replaced by a calm confidence, a knowledge that they've earned this luxury through years of hard work and dedication.
As the final touches were applied, Hongjoong stood before the full-length mirror, barely recognizing himself. The grey printed button-up shirt clung to his torso, its intricate pattern a subtle dance of light and shadow. Over it, a sleek black blazer. Series of delicate silver chains run diagonally across his chest, from his left shoulder down to his hip, catching light with each movement.
Nestled in his carefully styled hair were small silver adornments - at first glance, they could be mistaken for delicate cat ears, but from another angle, they resemble playful little horns. These whimsical accessories added an element of mystery and mischief to his otherwise polished appearance.
Hongjoong took a deep breath, his reflection staring back at him with an intensity that matched the anticipation thrumming through his veins. With a final adjustment to his blazer, he stepped out of the dressing room. The waiting area is a hive of activity, staff bustling about with purpose. Hongjoong's eyes scanned the room, searching for familiar faces among the chaos. As if on cue, the door to another dressing room swung open, and San emerged.
He was donning a pristine white suit that accentuated his every move. San’s accent to the outfit was a silver crown on his forehead, catching the light with every turn. Soon after Wooyoung joined him, effortlessly cool in an oversized white blazer, Jongho in silvery pants and black blazer, with a piece of silver armor adorning his left shoulder. Yeosang completed the group in a dark crop top and sleek black blazer, revealing a sliver of his stomach.
When Mingi joined them, dressed in a white suit with black lapels, Hongjoong could immediately tell how confident Mingi felt. Not like he needed another ego boost, he had plenty of that. But it’s Yunho who really stole the attention of the members.
On top of Yunho’s head was a wig. Dark blue with almost metallic, silvery glow and somehow it fit Yunho perfectly. Members crowded him almost immediately, touching his hair like a bunch of five-year-old’s with a new toy.
Their fascination was short lived, as only a couple moments later one of their managers approached,clipboard clutched tightly to his chest. He clapped his hands, the sharp sound cutting through the excited chatter.
"Alright, everyone! Time to start the individual shots. Let's move to the set."
The members shuffled towards the photo area, a sea of white, black, and silver fabric swirling around them. Hongjoong hung back, his eyes darting to the still-closed door of Seonghwa's dressing room. He knew his boyfriend's perfectionist tendencies all too well - Seonghwa was probably scrutinizing every detail of his appearance, ensuring everything is just right.
Across the room, the photo set came to life. Bright lights flicker on, casting a warm glow over the carefully arranged backdrop. It's a minimalist setup - dark blue walls that look almost like concrete, surrounded by light screens.
The photographer, a wiry man with thick-rimmed glasses, gestured animatedly as he explains his vision to the gathered members. His hands painted invisible pictures in the air, and Hongjoong could see the excitement building in his teammates' eyes. This concept is unlike anything they've done before - edgy, mature, vibrant.
As Hongjoong watched his members gather around the photographer, drinking in every word of instruction, he felt a presence behind him. A familiar voice, soft and lilting, sent a shiver down his spine.
"Why aren't you joining them?"
Hongjoong turned around, and - fuck.
Seonghwa’s hair was pink. Cotton candy pink.
Hongjoong felt like his brain was about to malfunction.
It’s not like Hongjoong hadn’t seen him with pink hair before, but that was a long time ago and the cut was different then. And maybe Hongjoong had gotten too used to black haired Seonghwa. He had seen him with dark hair just this morning, so this must be a wig, Hongjoongs rational mind provided. But that didn’t change the fact his hair was now a soft, ethereal pink. The pastel hue framed his face in wispy layers, giving him an almost otherworldly appearance. His make up was soft pink around his eyes and on his lips, a single diamond glistening on his left cheek.
It wasn’t helping Hongjoong that Seonghwa was wearing a black, slightly sheer, cropped blouse with a V-neck so deep that Hongjoong had the urge to cover him up from prying eyes of the staff. Underneath the blouse Seonghwa’s body was layered with silver chain necklaces and a silver body chain crossing his midriff and connecting around his waist.
He was sure Seonghwa knew exactly how good he looked. Seonghwa’s smirk teased Hongjoong as he executed a slow, deliberate twirl. The layered chains around his neck glinted, each turn revealing more of his skin.
Hongjoong's mouth went dry as he watched Seonghwa's graceful spin, his fingers twitched with the desire to touch, touch, touch. If it was up to Hongjoong, he would pull Seonghwa back into dressing room right now and absolutely ruin him there.
"Like what you see?" Seonghwa's voice was low and teasing, a knowing smirk playing at the corners of his lips.
Hongjoong swallowed hard, his eyes darting around to ensure they weren't being overheard. He leaned in close, his breath hot against Seonghwa's ear as he whispered, "Here's an idea - you, me, the bathroom in 10 minutes." His voice was rough with barely contained desire, the words tumbling out before he could stop them.
Seonghwa's laugh was light and airy, but Hongjoong didn't miss the way his breath hitched slightly at the suggestion. "You're impossible," Seonghwa murmured, his eyes sparkling with a mixture of amusement and heat. "You know we can't."
Hongjoong sighed, running a hand through his carefully styled hair. "I know, I know. But can you blame me? Look at you." His eyes raked over Seonghwa's form once more, drinking in every detail.
Seonghwa's cheeks flushed a delicate pink. He preened under Hongjoong's intense gaze, clearly pleased by the effect he was having. "Well, I'll take that as a compliment," he said, his voice warm with affection. "But we should probably join the others before someone comes looking for us."
As if on cue, their manager's voice called out from across the room. "Seonghwa! Hongjoong! We're ready for you on set!"
Hongjoong groaned softly, reluctantly tearing his eyes away from Seonghwa. "Later," he promised, his voice low and full of promise.
Seonghwa's answering smile was both sweet and sultry, a combination that made Hongjoong's heart race. "Later," he agreed, before turning and sauntering towards the set, leaving Hongjoong to trail behind, his eyes fixed on the sway of Seonghwa's hips and the glint of the body chain peeking out from beneath his blouse.
Hongjoong watched, transfixed, as Seonghwa took his place in front of the camera. Seonghwa moved with fluid grace, each pose a work of art. The photographer's rapid-fire clicks barely registered in Hongjoong's mind as he drank in every detail.
Seonghwa's gaze met Hongjoong's, dark and smoldering. In that moment, the rest of the world fell away. Hongjoong's mind raced with vivid fantasies. He imagined pushing Seonghwa against the stark blue wall, pinning his wrists above his head. In his mind's eye, he saw himself slowly peeling away that blouse, revealing even more of Seonghwa’s flawless skin.
His thoughts grew more heated. He longed to trail kisses down Seonghwa's neck, leaving marks in his wake. He wanted to hear Seonghwa's breath hitch, feel him shudder in his touch. Hongjoong's hands clenched at his sides as he imagined running his fingers through that soft pink hair, tugging gently to expose the column of Seonghwa's throat.
As Seonghwa shifted poses again, the play of muscles beneath his skin sent another wave of desire coursing through Hongjoong. He imagined laying Seonghwa out on crisp white sheets, taking his time to explore every inch of his body with his lips. In his mind, he saw himself slowly pushing into Seonghwa's willing body, savoring each gasp and moan. He could almost hear Seonghwa's voice, rough with need, begging for more. He pictured himself setting a torturously slow pace, making Seonghwa beg for release.
The day stretched on, a blur of flashing lights and endless poses. Hongjoong maintained his professional demeanor, but beneath the surface, his thoughts swimmed with barely contained desire. As they moved through individual and group shots, he found his gaze constantly drawn to Seonghwa.
Hongjoong knew that soon, the fantasy would end. The wigs would come off, the elaborate outfits would be carefully packed away. Seonghwa's pink hair would once again be replaced by his natural black. Unfair, if you ask Hongjoong.
Finally the photographer called a wrap. The members let out collective sighs of relief, the excitement of the day giving way to exhaustion. They filed back towards the dressing rooms, ready to shed their glamorous personas and return to their everyday selves.
Hongjoong lingered, watching as Seonghwa disappeared into his shared dressing room with Yunho. He waited, pulse quickening as he saw Yunho emerge a few minutes later, heading towards the bathroom. This was his chance.
With a quick glance around to ensure no one was watching, Hongjoong slipped into Seonghwa's dressing room.The click of the lock echoed in the small space as he turned the key. Seonghwa looked up, startled, his eyes widening as Hongjoong crossed the room in two quick strides.
Before Seonghwa could utter a word, Hongjoong's lips were on his, hungry and insistent. The kiss was all heat and urgency, weeks of pent-up desire pouring out in a single moment. Hongjoong's hands found Seonghwa's waist, fingers pushing into his skin.
Hongjoong's hands explored Seonghwa’s naked waist, mapping the familiar contours of his lover's body. Frustrated by the blouse getting in the way, Hongjoong's fingers found the pulled on the zipper and tugged it back, relishing the soft gasp that escaped Seonghwa's lips.
"Hongjoong," Seonghwa breathed as they parted for air, his voice slightly breathless. "What are you doing?"
Hongjoong's lips curved into a mischievous smile against Seonghwa's neck. "Helping you change," he murmured, his breath hot against Seonghwa's skin. "Can't have you struggling with all these complicated outfits, can we?"
Seonghwa's laugh was cut short as Hongjoong captured his lips once more. The kiss deepened, tongues tangling as Hongjoong's hands roamed freely over Seonghwa's newly exposed skin. The cool metal of the body chain contrasted sharply with the warmth radiating from Seonghwa's body, sending shivers down Hongjoong's spine.
Seonghwa's fingers threaded through Hongjoong's hair, dislodging the delicate silver adornments. They clattered to the floor, unnoticed and forgotten as the two lost themselves in each other. Hongjoong pressed Seonghwa against the wall, drinking in the soft whimper that escaped his boyfriend's lips.
Just as Hongjoong's fingers found the waistband of Seonghwa's pants, a sharp knock at the door shattered their bubble of intimacy. They froze, hearts racing as Yunho's voice filtered through the wood.
"Seonghwa? Are you still in there? The door's locked."
Seonghwa's eyes widened, a mix of panic and embarresment flashing across his face. He pressed a finger to Hongjoong's lips, silencing any potential response. For a moment, they stood frozen, hearts pounding in tandem, bodies still flush against each other.
"Just a minute!" Seonghwa called out, his voice impressively steady despite the circumstances.
"Joong," Seonghwa whispered, his voice a mix of affection and regret. "I know you're enjoying this look, but it's time for us to change and go home. There's no way around it."
Hongjoong sighed, his forehead coming to rest against Seonghwa's. "I know," he murmured. "This isn’t fair."
Seonghwa's hand came up to cup Hongjoong's cheek, his thumb brushing gently across his skin. "It’s not," he admitted, his voice barely audible. "But we can't risk it. Not here, not now."
With a reluctant nod, Hongjoong stepped back, his hands falling away from Seonghwa's waist. He watched as Seonghwa quickly adjusted his clothes, smoothing out wrinkles and repositioning the chains.
With one last, quick peck on Seonghwa's lips, Hongjoong retreated towards the door. His hand hesitated on the doorknob for a moment before he steeled himself and pulled it open.
Yunho stood on the other side, confusion evident on his face as Hongjoong brushed past him without a word. Hongjoong could feel Yunho's questioning gaze on his back as he strode down the hallway, but he didn't dare look back. He couldn't risk giving anything away, not when they'd worked so hard to keep their relationship under wraps.
***
Later that evening, Hongjoong found himself sprawled across the living room couch, mindlessly scrolling through social media. The dorm was unusually quiet, most of the members having retreated to their rooms to recover from the long day of shooting.
Hongjoong's thumb moved mechanically, flicking past post after post without really registering their content. His mind, despite his best efforts, kept drifting back to Seonghwa. The image of him in that pink hair, the sheer blouse clinging to his body, the glint of silver chains against his skin - it was all seared into Hongjoong's memory, refusing to fade.
With a frustrated groan, Hongjoong reopened his eyes and refocused on his phone. He knew that Seonghwa would have the pink hair again in just few days when the next shoot is scheduled, and then, in a few weeks, when their comeback drew near, Seonghwa would bleach and dye his hair for real. He'd see that mesmerizing pink once more, would be able to run his fingers through those soft strands. But right now, those weeks stretched before him like an eternity.
The sound of a door opening startled Hongjoong from his thoughts. He sat up quickly, hoping his flushed cheeks weren't too noticeable in the dim light. San appeared in the doorway, his hair tousled and eyes tired.
"Hyung? Are you still up?"
Hongjoong cleared his throat, sitting up on the couch. "Yeah, I'm here. What's up?"
San approached the door to Wooyoung’s room. "I'm going to crash here tonight," San announced, his voice low.
Hongjoong's brow furrowed, concern creeping into his voice. "Is everything okay? Did something happen at your dorm?"
San's eyes widened, a knowing look flickering across his features. "I’m fine, hyung." He paused, seeming to weigh his next words carefully. "But I think you should head over to our dorm. Seonghwa-hyung might appreciate the company."
Alarm bells rang in Hongjoong's mind. His heart rate quickened, a mix of worry and anticipation coursing through his veins. "Did you guys have a fight? Is Seonghwa okay?"
San chuckled softly, shaking his head. "No fight, it’s something else." San shifted where he’s standing, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I'm not allowed to say more, but just go, okay?"
Before Hongjoong could press further, San was already opening the door to Wooyoung’s room. "Well, I'm off to bed. Goodnight, hyung."
Hongjoong watched him go, his mind whirling with possibilities. The soft click of Wooyoung's door closing echoed in the quiet apartment, leaving Hongjoong alone with his thoughts once more. He sat there for a moment, fingers drumming an erratic rhythm on his thigh. The curiosity was killing him. What was San up to? What had happened at the other dorm?
With a resigned sigh, Hongjoong pushed himself off the couch. He had to go, had to know what’s going on.
It only took him a few minutes to reach the other dorm, it being situated just few floors below Hongjoong’s. He punched in the passcode on the door and entered, feeling like he’s in some kind of thriller movie and will be walking into a war zone. But the living room was dark, quiet. Only light there was coming from Seonghwa's partially open bedroom door. Soft music drifted through the air, barely audible but instantly recognizable. It was the playlist Seonghwa always turned to when he needed to calm his nerves. Was Seonghwa upset? Nervous?
As he approached the door, Hongjoong's heart thundered in his chest. Before he could second-guess himself, Hongjoong took a deep breath and gently pushed the door open. The sight that greeted him made his breath catch in his throat.
Seonghwa stood in the center of the room, bathed in the soft glow of light from the bedside table. But it wasn't just Seonghwa - it was the Seonghwa he wasn’t able to get out of his head this whole day. The pink hair from the photoshoot was back on his head, the soft strands framing his face almost perfectly. His make up was still pink, but a bit more subtle and probably done by Seonghwa himself just moments ago. Silver chains were once again hung around his neck and trailing down the waist, but blouse was different, one that Hongjoong had seen Seonghwa wear before. His boyfriend had done everything he can to replicate the look from photoshoot. For Hongjoong.
Hongjoong stood frozen in the doorway, his eyes wide as he took in the sight before him. Seonghwa shifted nervously, his fingers toying with the hem of his shirt.
"I... I convinced the stylist to let me borrow some pieces," Seonghwa explained softly, his cheeks flushing pink beneath the makeup. "To practice the look, I said. It's not quite perfect, but I hoped you might approve."
Hongjoong's breath caught in his throat as he stepped into the room, closing the door behind him with a soft click. The air between them crackled with tension as he slowly approached Seonghwa, drinking in every detail.
"Approve?" Hongjoong's voice was low, rough with desire. "Seonghwa, you look... incredible."
His hands reached out, fingers ghosting over the delicate chains adorning Seonghwa's neck. Seonghwa shivered at the touch, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment.
"I couldn't stop thinking about you," Hongjoong murmured, his lips brushing against Seonghwa's ear. "All day, all I wanted was to get you alone."
Seonghwa's breath hitched as Hongjoong's hands settled on his waist, pulling him closer. "And now?" he whispered, his eyes dark with anticipation.
Instead of answering, Hongjoong captured Seonghwa's lips in a searing kiss. Seonghwa moaned softly, his fingers tangling in Hongjoong's hair. Hongjoong's lips trailed down hid neck, making sure not to leave any marks. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin just above Seonghwa's collarbone, eliciting a gasp.
"Joong," Seonghwa breathed, his voice thick with need.
Hongjoong pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting Seonghwa's. The love and desire he saw reflected there made his heart soar.
"I've got you, baby," he murmured, his hands already working at the buttons of Seonghwa's blouse. "I've got you."
Hongjoong's fingers trembled slightly as he undid the buttons of Seonghwa's blouse, revealing more of the shimmering chains underneath. He took his time, savoring each new inch of skin exposed. Seonghwa's breath came in short gasps.
When the blouse finally fell open and down his shoulders, Hongjoong stepped back to drink in the sight before him. The silver chains glinted in the low light, accentuating the lean planes of Seonghwa's torso. Hongjoong's hands traced the delicate metalwork, following its path down to Seonghwa's narrow waist.
"You're breathtaking," Hongjoong murmured, voice thick with desire.
He guided Seonghwa backwards until his knees hit the edge of the bed. With gentle pressure on Seonghwa's shoulders, Hongjoong eased him down onto the mattress. Seonghwa gazed up at him, pink hair fanned out on the pillow, eyes dark and wanting.
Hongjoong climbed onto the bed, settling between Seonghwa's legs. He leaned down, capturing Seonghwa's lips in a deep, passionate kiss. His hands roamed freely now, tracing patterns on Seonghwa's skin.
Seonghwa arched into the touch, a soft moan escaping his lips. "Please," he whispered against Hongjoong's mouth.
Hongjoong smiled, nipping gently at Seonghwa's lower lip. "Patience, love," he murmured. "I want to savor this."
His lips trailed down Seonghwa's neck again, pausing to suck lightly at his pulse point. Seonghwa's fingers threaded through Hongjoong's hair, tugging gently. Hongjoong continued his journey downward, placing open-mouthed kisses along Seonghwa's collarbone and chest.
When he reached the first of the silver chains, Hongjoong paused. His tongue darted out, tracing the cool metal. Seonghwa shivered beneath him. Encouraged, Hongjoong followed the path of the chains with his mouth, alternating between soft kisses and gentle nips.
Seonghwa writhed beneath him, soft whimpers escaping his lips. "Come on," he gasped, "you’re teasing."
Hongjoong lifted his head, meeting Seonghwa's gaze. The sight of Seonghwa - flushed, breathless, pink hair mussed - nearly undid him. With trembling hands, he began to undo Seonghwa's pants. He hooked his fingers under the waistband, sliding the tight fabric down Seonghwa's long legs. Seonghwa lifted his hips to assist, his breath catching as the cool air hit his exposed skin.
Hongjoong leaned down, capturing Seonghwa's lips in a deep, passionate kiss. His hands roamed freely now, tracing patterns on Seonghwa's skin. Seonghwa’s body seemed to follow his touch, a soft moans escaping his lips.
Slowly, reverently, Hongjoong began to explore Seonghwa's body with his mouth. He placed open-mouthed kisses along Seonghwa's collarbone, down his chest, pausing to lavish attention on each nipple. Seonghwa stayed quiet beneath him, never the one to be overly vocal during sex, but fingers threading through Hongjoong's hair in appreciation of his actions.
When Hongjoong reached the waistband of Seonghwa's underwear, he paused, looking up at Seonghwa through his lashes. Seonghwa nodded once, lifting his hips in silent plea. With torturous slowness, Hongjoong peeled it off, quickly following with his own clothes too, discarding of all the barriers between them.
Hongjoong settled back between Seonghwa's legs, pressing heated kisses along his inner thighs. Seonghwa whimpered and it sounded like music to Hongjoong’s ears. He smiled against Seonghwa's skin before finally taking Seonghwa’s cock into his mouth. Seonghwa's back arched off the bed, a low moan escaping his lips. Hongjoong worked him slowly, savoring every gasp and shudder.
As he pleasured Seonghwa with his mouth, Hongjoong's fingers traced teasing patterns along his thighs and hips. Hongjoong's tongue swirled expertly around his length, sucking around the tip and then going down, as deep as he could. He went on to bob his head rhythmically, making his boyfriend moan louder with each second. When Seonghwa’s hand lightly tapped his shoulder twice, a sign that he was getting close to coming, Hongjoong paused to retrieve the lube from the nightstand, coating his fingers generously.
Hongjoong took his time, working Seonghwa open with careful, deliberate movements. He started with one finger, sliding it in slowly as he peppered Seonghwa's face and neck with soft kisses. Seonghwa's breath hitched, his body tensing slightly before relaxing into the familiar sensation.
"That's it," Hongjoong murmured against Seonghwa's skin. "Just relax."
As he added another one, Hongjoong's free hand roamed Seonghwa's body, tracing the delicate chains that still adorned his torso. When Hongjoong added a third finger, Seonghwa let out a low moan, his upper body lifting off the bed for few seconds, before falling back against the matress. The pink hair strands splayed out, creating a soft halo around his face. Hongjoong was mesmerized by the sight, his movements faltering for a moment.
"I can’t believe you did this for me," Hongjoong whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "You even kicked San and Mingi out."
Seonghwa's eyes fluttered open. "Can you not mention them while we’re doing this," he breathed, reaching up to cup Hongjoong's face. "Kiss. Now. Please."
Hongjoong obliged, capturing Seonghwa’s lips with his own.
Few moments later he lined himself up and slowly eased himself into Seonghwa, savoring the tight heat enveloping him. He paused, allowing Seonghwa time to adjust, and pressed gentle kisses along his lover's jaw. Seonghwa's fingers dug into Hongjoong's shoulders, his breath coming in short gasps.
"You okay?" Hongjoong murmured, nuzzling Seonghwa's neck.
Seonghwa nodded, his eyes fluttering open to meet Hongjoong's gaze. "You can move," he whispered, rolling his hips slightly.
Hongjoong began to thrust, setting a languid pace. He wanted to remember every moment, every sensation. Seonghwa's legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper with each thrust. The chains adorning Seonghwa's body clinked softly with their movements, adding a delicate counterpoint to their shared breaths and moans.
As Hongjoong picked up the pace, Seonghwa closed his eyes again, soft whimpers escaping his lips. Hongjoong angled his hips, searching for that spot that would make Seonghwa see stars. When Seonghwa cried out, a shiver running down his body, Hongjoong knew he'd found it.
"There?" Hongjoong asked, voice rough with desire.
"Yes," Seonghwa gasped, "right there."
As their pleasure built, Hongjoong's thrusts became more urgent. He buried his face in Seonghwa's neck, breathing in the intoxicating scent of his skin.
"I'm close," Seonghwa gasped, his nails digging into Hongjoong's back.
Hongjoong slipped a hand between their bodies, stroking Seonghwa in time with his thrusts. It only took a few moments before Seonghwa cried out, his body tensing as he found his release. The sight and feel of Seonghwa coming undone beneath him pushed Hongjoong over the edge, and he followed shortly after with a low groan.
As they lay tangled together in the afterglow, Hongjoong's fingers continued to idly play with the soft pink strands of Seonghwa's wig. The gentle tugging sensation sent pleasant shivers down Seonghwa's spine.
"I seriously can't believe you went to all this trouble," Hongjoong murmured, his voice filled with awe and affection. "The hair, the makeup, the chains... it's perfect."
Seonghwa hummed contentedly, nuzzling closer to Hongjoong's chest. "I saw how disappointed looked when we had to leave my dressing room," he said softly. "I wanted to recreate that moment for you. For us."
Hongjoong's arms tightened around Seonghwa, pulling him impossibly closer. "You're incredible, you know that?" he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to Seonghwa's forehead. "I love you so much."
"I love you too," Seonghwa replied, tilting his head up to capture Hongjoong's lips in a tender kiss.
As they pulled apart, Hongjoong's fingers traced the delicate chains again. "So," he began, a mischievous glint in his eye, "how long do we get to keep these?"
Seonghwa chuckled, the sound vibrating against Hongjoong's chest. "The stylist said I could have them for a few days," he replied, a coy smile playing at his lips. "To 'practice'."
Hongjoong grinned, rolling them over so he was hovering above Seonghwa once more. "Well then," he purred, "I think we need to make sure you really do practice, right?"
Seonghwa let out a soft laugh as Hongjoong's lips found his neck. "I think I’m going to need a few more minutes before going again," he said, his voice breathy.
"Yeah, yeah," Hongjoong murmured against Seonghwa's skin.