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It's quiet on the other side of the line for quite a while after he picks up. Seonghwa's walking home, still shaky in the legs from their last encounter. And yet there he'd been, already halfway through dialling while he was still exiting the club. He’s been thinking about it for two hours now and still he has no idea what he wants to say, how to start.

“Hey…” a soft voice filters through the speaker and Seonghwa winces a little at how gentle it sounds. He can’t find the strength to reply, and Hongjoong sounds more hesitant then. “Is this… Who is this?”

Seonghwa swallows thickly, fidgeting with a button on his jacket that’s one more anxiety attack away from being pulled off completely. “It’s me.”

He can hear Hongjoong release a shuddering breath. “So you got my message then.”

“Yeah, and also what it was written on. What is wrong with you?”

“I told you it has no value to me, you’d probably get more use out of it. I want you to have it.”

“Why can’t you understand that it doesn’t make me feel good?” This isn’t necessarily what he’d planned to bring up, but it is something that’d been gnawing at the back of his brain. He glances up at the red light in front of him, although there’s no cars coming from either direction, the streets entirely abandoned except for him, he still waits his turn. “It makes me feel used.”

“I…” Hongjoong‘s quiet for a while, Seonghwa lets him sit in it. “That wasn’t my intention, I’m sorry.”

“I know it wasn’t, but I told you I didn’t want it. I don’t like it, it makes me feel icky, dirty.”

“I’ll take it back if it bothers you this much, or you can give it to somebody else. Whatever would help you feel better. I never meant to make you feel used.”

“Okay.” Seonghwa nods but he’s not sure exactly which part he’s agreeing to. It’s quiet for a while again after that.

“Was that all you wanted to say…?”

“Yeah- no- I don’t… I don’t know.” Seonghwa frowns at the ground, watching his feet step in front of one another on pavement still wet with earlier rain. Everything smells of it too, yet it doesn’t ease Seonghwa like it usually does.

He swears he can hear Hongjoong biting his lip. “You don’t know?”

“I guess things felt unfinished, and I felt a little bad about you having to leave so suddenly. I mean this was your first… you had never… it’s just- I wanted to see if you were okay?” He hasn’t stuttered this much since high school.

Hongjoong’s hair brushes past the mic when he nods. “I’m okay.”

He’s not sure why he feels so nervous. Whether it’s the fact that Hongjoong is a borderline creep, or the fact that Seonghwa likes it. Either way, it feels like his heart is breaking his ribs from the inside out with how hard it’s beating. “Good. I know my first time was kinda emotional for me, and I didn’t really get a chance to check in on you and stuff.”

“I’m great, promise.”

“Good.” That settles his heartbeat slightly. “You had fun then?”

Hongjoong’s breath hitches on the other line, and something tells Seonghwa that the younger just reached to touch himself. He doesn’t mention his suspicions. “Yeah. Fuck, Seonghwa… it was better than I ever imagined. And believe me, I’ve imagined it a lot.”

“I believe you.” Seonghwa catches himself smiling, he’s almost home. That same desire to tease the man bubbles back up in his abdomen, only spurred on by his suspicions of what’s going on on the other line. “You came three times.”

The shakiness of Hongjoong’s breath is clear as day even through the small speaker. “Yeah I… I don’t have the best endurance. Not when it comes to you, especially.”

“I noticed as much. I stepped on you and you immediately turned into a shivering mess. I just keep remembering you on that floor, looking so desperate, not a single concern for how pathetic you came across.” While it is true that it’s been haunting his thoughts, he mainly speaks the words for the small whimper he gets in return. He wonders if Hongjoong actually thinks it’s not noticeable what he’s up to.

“I…” he doesn’t seem to know how to reply.

“And there you were, dirtying up your underwear all because I let you hump the bottom of my shoe.” He turns his key in the lock, stepping through the front door of his house and locking it again behind him. He kicks off his shoes, all the while hearing Hongjoong’s heavy breathing on the other line. “And then you came again. Hell, I’d barely given you the tip and there you went again. Just absolutely gagging for it.”

“I know.” He whines softly. “It’s pathetic, I’m pathetic. I just needed you so badly.”

Seonghwa’s still standing in the middle of his hallway, unable to move even a single step. “Hongjoong.”

“Yes?”

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing.” The rustling on the other line quiets down then, and his voice sounds tense. “Just laying in bed, I was about to go to sleep when you called.”

“I don’t remember giving you permission to touch yourself.”

“What?” Hongjoong chokes out.

“You don’t actually believe that was subtle, do you?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I wasn’t-“ he cuts himself off with a sigh, realising it’s no use. “I’m sorry.”

“What are you doing, baby?” He asks the question again, and he gets no reply for a few seconds. He pulls the phone away from his ear with a frown when he hears the familiar ding of a notification and clicks on it without a second thought. His stomach tightens with arousal the second he processes what he’s looking at. It’s a picture, a picture of Hongjoong. More specifically of Hongjoong’s dick, his leaking dick, pressing into a white pillow. It’s flushed, and oh so hard. And there’s a view of the tops of his thighs straddling the poor pillow, and just enough of his abdomen to see the way his back is arched.

He doesn’t even realise how long he’s been silently staring at it until Hongjoong’s voice interrupts his trance. “Sir?” He immediately moves his phone back up to his ear so he can hear him better. “Seonghwa?”

“Is that a pillow?” He breathes out heavily, suddenly he can’t get upstairs quick enough. Almost tripping as he rushes towards the second floor.

“Yes, I was kinda in the middle of something when you called. I like to pretend it’s your thigh...”

Seonghwa puts him on speaker and throws his phone onto the bed while he fights his way out of his own clothing and diving under the sheets. “Of course you do. Humping a pillow like a fucking dog.”

“Seonghwa, please. I’m so, so hard. Please can I continue?”

Seonghwa reaches his own hand into his underwear, stroking himself with a sudden desperation. He really hadn’t expected to want to do this again just a few hours after the first time. He knows his next words sound far more strained, and that Hongjoong can probably tell it changed. “If I said no, would you stop?”

Hongjoong inhales shakily. “Yes. It would… fuck it’d be difficult. But I would.”

“Then how’s this, you’re not allowed to come. You can keep going, or you can stop now, but either way you’re not allowed to finish.”

“Wha-what?” Hongjoong sounds genuinely heartbroken. “Why?”

“Because I said so. You already came three times tonight, let’s not get greedy.”

“But I-“

“Don’t make me hang up.”

“Okay. Okay, I’m sorry.” Hongjoong agrees quickly. And fuck Seonghwa wishes he were there to see the look on his face, but he knows that if he were there he’d cave immediately and give Hongjoong whatever he wants.

“What will it be? You gonna stop now or are you gonna keep going just a little while longer? You’re allowed to listen to me while I finish myself off.”

They both know he’d only make it more difficult for himself if he kept going now, but Hongjoong is greedy. “Just… just a little more then.”

“Are you sure?” Seonghwa groans at the feeling of his hand working his own slick dick. “I won’t change my mind.”

“Yes.” He whines loudly. “Just a little bit, until you’re done.”

“Okay, baby. Whatever you want.” He can notice his screen change from the corner of his eye, and realises it’s Hongjoong switching his end of the call to a video instead.

“Proof, for you. That I’m obeying.”

Seonghwa’s gaze locks in on his screen, watching Hongjoong press into the pillow in a slow languid motion. It’s that same POV shot as the photo had been, like he’s Hongjoong looking down at himself.

Seonghwa feels his dick twitch in his hand at the sight. “What a good boy, letting me watch.”

“Yeah…” Hongjoong doesn’t seem to have many words left in his head. Seonghwa watches him fall still and sees his thighs squeeze against the pillow.

“What’s wrong?” He taunts.

Hongjoong still answers earnestly. “Too close, I need a second.”

“Can’t you hold it?”

“Not now. Seonghwa, it feels like I’m gonna explode. Like I told you, I was already kinda busy when you called. I’m so fucking close. And back then I’d kinda been acting under the assumption that I’d be allowed to finish.”

“C’mon, baby.” He puts on his sweetest voice. “Fuck the pillow for me.”

“I… okay…” Hongjoong sounds hesitant. Seonghwa watches his hips grind forward, the movement is shaky, not to mention that the entire camera is blurry because of Hongjoong’s trembling hands. He watches the darkened head dig into the material before he slumps back into his earlier position, completely still again.

“Why’d you stop?”

“It’s too much, too sensitive. A gust of wind could push me over the edge, give me a second.”

“One more time for me, okay. Just one more, your desperate little dick just looks so pretty.”

Hongjoong’s next moan sounds more like a small sob. “One more. Promise it’s just one more.”

“I promise. Just once more, baby. I’m really close too, just wanna see it one more time.”

He actually has to stop his own hand so he can focus on Hongjoong. He watches the man’s hips press forward again in a stuttered movement. Although this time he stops halfway through, sitting up on his knees instead to separate himself from the pillow. “No, no, sorry I can’t.”

He lets his moans be heard when he starts stroking himself again, and watches Hongjoong’s free hand clench the bed sheets in response. “That one doesn’t count, you still owe me one.” He groans out, allowing every moan to spill past his lips, and revelling in the effect it has on Hongjoong.

“Seonghwa, please you’re not listening to me.” Hongjoong begs, but the twitch of his hips betrays just how much he loves this.

“I think you’re just not trying hard enough.” That’s a lie, it’s very clear that Hongjoong is putting every last shred of his strength into this. “Once more, baby. Then you can rest, remember?”

Even through the crappy video quality he can see the sweat on Hongjoong’s thighs, the way his body is flushed. He watches the man carefully sit back down, and it’s like he can hear him working up the strength. And the he fucks his hips into the pillow again, and then once more like an instinct. He quickly lifts himself up again and throws the pillow to the ground. His thighs squeeze together again and his nails dig into the flesh as he tries to keep himself together. “No more,” he rushes out. “No more, I can’t do any more.”

“Shit-“ he throws his head back, feeling his own orgasm approach. “No more, baby. You did so good, such a good listener.”

He moans loudly when he finishes all over his own stomach, and the other line goes fully silent. He lets Hongjoong listen to him, lets him hear the pleasure take over. A pleasure he isn’t allowed to obtain. “Fuck, that’s good.” For some reason he wants to rub it in, he’s not sure why he adores this so much. “Shit-“ he whines as his hips fuck up into his hand. “Feels so fucking good, baby. Thank you.”

He relaxes back against the bed when he’s done, and Hongjoong is still quiet. He takes his time catching his breath, revelling in the fuzzy feeling. And when Hongjoong still hasn’t spoken, Seonghwa decides he’ll have to be the one to.

“Well, I guess I’ll go clean up and then sleep, I’m exhausted.”

“Wait what? No- no, please.”

He feigns confusion. “What is it?”

“You can’t have been serious.” His voice grows more desperate. “Please, Seonghwa, I’m begging. Please, please. I’ll do anything, fuck, please. Please let me cum. I need it, please.”

“What’re you doing tomorrow?” Seonghwa ignores his words, sitting up in bed to search for the tissues he knows must still be around here somewhere.

“Me?” Hongjoong sounds thrown off. “A bit of work.”

“You’re done before dinner time?”

“Uh… yeah, I guess so.”

“Great, I’m coming over.”

“Tomorrow?”

“Yeah, tomorrow evening.” Seonghwa nods even though Hongjoong can’t see him. “Is that alright?”

“Whatever you want, come by whenever. But Seonghwa can I please-“

“Good, I’ll see you tomorrow then.” He lays back down in bed after he’s cleaned himself up. “Oh, and don’t touch yourself until I’m there. Not now, not tomorrow morning, not in a bathroom at work which I’m sure you usually do. You will not cum before I get there, understood?”

“Seonghwa, please.” He’s definitely crying. “Please I’m so hard, it hurts. I can’t sleep like this.”

“Don’t make me repeat myself. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Seonghwa? Seonghwa please don’t do this I-“

He cuts the rest of that sentence off by hanging up. And when his room turns entirely quiet it’s like he can finally release the breath that feels like he’d been holding that entire phone call.

What the fuck did he just do.

—

Hongjoong had sent him his address at some point of the day. And while Seonghwa technically has no way of making sure Hongjoong actually listened to his instructions, something tells him he did. And the idea of Hongjoong in bed last night trying to get himself to fall asleep has been the only thing on his mind all day. He wasn’t sure what exactly would be an appropriate outfit for tonight, but he decided he’d wear something he feels confident in. Black high waisted slacks with a white blouse tucked into it, unbuttoned a little more than generally deemed appropriate. With a pair of boots underneath that have a heel that’s just low enough to no be considered a women’s shoe, but pushing the limits.

But when he finally arrives that evening, it seems like Hongjoong is set on revenge. Apparently he lives in the penthouse of one of the tallest buildings in Seoul, the whole floor to himself. And Seonghwa is again reminded of just how filthy rich Hongjoong actually is. But all of this pales in comparison when Hongjoong opens the door.

And he’s wearing… fuck, what is he wearing? It must be some kind of pajama set. It’s a silky material, blue shorts, short shorts, short enough to reveal the part where his thighs become his ass. Besides all that, they rest low enough on his hips to confirm that there’s no underwear underneath. And a tight silky blouse on top, not quite a crop top, but short enough for the bottom half of his belly button to poke from underneath, and short sleeves. He has fluffy socks on his feet, some kind of cloud pattern on them. His hair is done this time, and it seems like he’s wearing some make up. Some lip gloss at least, and maybe some mascara. Every inch of exposed skin looks soft, and delicious, and Seonghwa kind of just wants to drag him into the bedroom immediately.

“Oh-“ Hongjoong smiles, before putting his pointer finger in his mouth to suck some unknown substance off of it. “You’re early.”

He’s not.

But he doesn’t say that, he just agrees. “Yeah.”

“C’mon in.” Hongjoong smiles in a way that’s probably supposed to look innocent, but instead looks the very opposite. “I hope you like Chinese, it should be here in a second.”

Fuck the food, there’s only one thing Seonghwa wants to eat and it’s swaying right in front of him along with Hongjoong’s hips as he walks into the apartment. “I like Chinese.” He comments absentmindedly.

Hongjoong looks over his shoulder, and smirks when he catches Seonghwa staring. “Great, are you hungry?”

“Starving.” Seonghwa nods. He takes his lip ring between his teeth, trying to look anywhere else.

“Hmm.” Hongjoong leans against the table, playing with the hem of his shorts. “Want an appetiser?”

Seonghwa nods carefully. “I’d appreciate one.”

Hongjoong quickly pushes himself away from the table to walk into the kitchen. “I have a few different options, you should check the fridge yourself maybe. I’m not sure what you like.”

Seonghwa just blinks at him and Hongjoong turns to stare back again. “Fridge?”

Hongjoong frowns, and it’s just so fake. “Yeah. Well, maybe I have some things in the cupboard. You’d have to check.”

He licks his lips, “no never mind. I’ll just wait for the food to arrive.”

“Whatever you say.” Hongjoong smiles before looking away again, opening one of the cabinets. “Red or white?”

Seonghwa has no idea why his brain completely crashes when he’s around Hongjoong. “What?”

“Wine. Do you prefer red or white?”

“Either one is fine… Red, I guess.”

“I prefer red too.” Hongjoong hums, opening up a bottle for the two of them and pouring them both a glass. He holds Seonghwa’s out for him to take and it takes him a few seconds to get the hint, slowly approaching to accept the drink handed to him. Hongjoong holds his gaze as he takes a sip, a small drop spilling past the corner of his lip and trailing down his chin.

Seonghwa’s eyes follow the liquid and he clenches his fists to stop himself from reaching out. “Uhm, you have some…”

“Hmm? Oh-“ Hongjoong pretends to be surprised, wiping the red trail away with his thumb before dipping it into his mouth and sucking on it, never breaking eye contact with Seonghwa.

Okay. So this is how it’s gonna be then. Two can play that game.

“You missed a bit.” Seonghwa breathes out, reaching out his own thumb to drag along the edge of Hongjoong’s glossy lip. And he debates whether he should lick it off himself, but instead dips his finger past Hongjoong’s lips, maintaining eye contact just like the shorter had. Hongjoong stops breathing for a second before carefully pulling back and clearing his throat.

“Thanks.” He mutters quietly, and they both pretend like his erection isn’t clear as day in those stupid shorts of his.

“No problem, I know you can get a little messy.”

He plants his free hand on the counter behind Hongjoong, almost caging him in. And the man stares up at him with so much yearning, Seonghwa knows he’s already won. Just as Hongjoong’s lips part on the beginning of a sentence the doorbell rings to interrupt them. Hongjoong’s words die in his throat, and he doesn’t move another muscle.

“I think that’s the food you ordered.” Seonghwa hums, staring from Hongjoong’s eyes to his lips and back.

“Probably.”

The quiet stretches on for another few seconds. “Are you gonna open the door?”

At that Hongjoong visibly swallows, manoeuvring himself out of Seonghwa’s cage just as the doorbell rings again. His steps are a little awkward and Seonghwa can see even from here how he tries to adjust his bottoms in a way that would maybe hide the boner underneath, obviously to no avail. Seonghwa remains in the kitchen, but he can hear the food being handed over, and hears Hongjoong give the person a tip before quietly thanking them and walking back into the open living room.

He puts the bags down on the kitchen island, although every movement is hesitant. “I guess… we’ll eat now.”

“Lovely, I really am quite hungry.”

“Good, I’ll uhh… get the plates then.” Hongjoong replies awkwardly, walking back over to the kitchen cabinets while Seonghwa brushes past him to take a seat at the island.

When Hongjoong comes back he takes the seat right next to him, instead of across like Seonghwa had expected. And Hongjoong has put on a brave face again, like he’s ready for battle once more. Like he knows that he still has a chance of winning this unspoken war, just by looking the way he looks. Like he knows Seonghwa will cave if he holds out long enough.

“How’d you sleep?” Seonghwa taunts while he puts all the food out in front of them.

“Quite well, thanks.” He’s fidgeting with his chopsticks. “How about you?”

“Like a baby. Although I was up too early.”

At this Hongjoong nods more easily. “I can imagine. With all that construction work going on and stuff.”

Seonghwa’s hand falters midway through grabbing some dumplings. “What?”

When he glances at Hongjoong the man’s eyes are suddenly wide. He throws the question back, trying to sound just as confused. “What?”

“What are you talking about?”

“I-I just- I mean there’s a lot of construction work going on all over the city. I feel like we’re all bothered by it.” He tries to laugh it off, suddenly very distracted with grabbing noodles.

“Hongjoong.” Seonghwa’s heart has skipped several beats now. “Please tell me you didn’t lie about following me home.”

Hongjoong’s laugh is clearly supposed to seem casual, instead it escapes him squeaky and breathless. “I didn’t. I told you it’s not like that.”

“Hongjoong.”

And something in his voice urges Hongjoong to actually meet his eyes, and it’s obvious that he can tell he’s been caught. “What..?”

“Did you, or did you not, follow me home at some point?”

“I-“ Hongjoong’s voice cuts off like he’s suddenly choking. “It’s… it’s not like you think it is.”

“What fucking way is it then?” Seonghwa has no idea when he stood back up.

“I was just trying to make sure you got home safe, I just walked you home a couple of times. It’s not like I sat outside your bedroom window with binoculars. It’s a scary neighbourhood, all I was doing was walking you home. Just a few times, I was trying to look out for you.”

“Hongjoong, when’s the last time you walked me home?”

Hongjoong’s lips part on silence, eyes avoiding Seonghwa’s again. “Two weeks ago, it was an earlier night, the streets were still quite busy. I was just making sure you didn’t get into any trouble on your way.”

“What the hell is wrong with you!?”

“It doesn’t have to be a big deal.” Hongjoong tries again. “It was just to the corner of your street. Until I was sure you were safe inside. Never any further than the corner.”

And somehow through it all, Seonghwa had managed to forget that Hongjoong has some issues. “And you don’t see how that’s creepy?”

“I can see how it could be perceived that way, but I had no ill intentions.”

Seonghwa sits back down with a sigh, dropping his head in his hands. “What the fuck am I doing.” And he refuses to admit that he actually does think it’s kind of cute that Hongjoong had been looking out for him that way. Like a guardian angel. Or a guardian stalker. Either way, his intentions had been kind of sweet. But he cannot say that out loud and ever actually take himself seriously again.

“Sorry.” Hongjoong whispers, and he’s biting the nail of his finger, the plump meat of his lip pushed to the side. He’s still hard in his pants, shifting a little bit. And it reminds Seonghwa an awful lot of last night. Not only in the way Hongjoong is acting, but also the fact that he fails to feel disgusted by these revelations. And he can tell Hongjoong wants to offer a distraction, but still refuses to forfeit this unspoken war. And that’s the part Seonghwa feels himself getting hung up on the most.

He realises he doesn’t actually give a fuck that Hongjoong followed him home. And he’ll never admit it out loud, not to his friends, not to Hongjoong, not even to himself, but it is true. He knows he should care, but he just doesn’t.

“Whatever.” He sighs. And instead of wasting more brainpower on figuring out how messed up that in turn makes him, he decides for redirect his focus towards winning this game.

“Are you mad?” Hongjoong asks with a sweetened little voice. He’s fidgeting with his clothes, exposing different parts of his skin every time. Using the most effective puppy eyes Seonghwa has ever seen. Like he isn’t a borderline stalker, like there isn’t something wrong with him.

It seems like all of this is one big session of foreplay for Hongjoong, still ever so hard in his silky pajamas.

“It’s fine.” Seonghwa shrugs, taking a bite of his food to distract himself from the sight next to him. He decides to lie. “I mean this is over of course, I need to have some self respect. Can’t sleep with you when I know all this. It’s a shame really, this could’ve been fun.”

“Oh.” Hongjoong seems to believe him. To be fair, it is the response any normal person would give. “Seonghwa, really it’s not like tha-“

“Shut up.” Seonghwa interrupts halfheartedly with a mouth full of food. “At least let me finish my meal, you owe me that much.”

“That’s too bad.” Hongjoong responds then, finally putting some food into his own mouth. “I had some plans for us tonight, you would’ve liked them.”

Seonghwa glances to the side but Hongjoong’s staring at his food. He’s still fighting. Trying to get Seonghwa to be the one to cave, to be the one to beg for another round. “Too bad indeed.” He hums. “Should’ve considered that before stalking me.”

He reaches past Hongjoong to grab some more food, accidentally letting some sauce fall onto the man’s lap. Hongjoong startles at the red sauce on his pants, looking down in shock. “Shit-“

“Oh, sorry.” Seonghwa smiles innocently. “I’m such a klutz. Here, let me get that.”

He grabs a napkin and leans over, face now close to Hongjoong’s crotch which he can practically see throbbing even through the clothing. What the fuck is he even doing. He pretends to be focused on the stain, pressing the paper to his bulge and wiping away all the excess sauce. Hongjoong tries to swallow down a whimper at the touch, frozen in place while Seonghwa continues to wipe the stain for far longer than necessary. He’s never acted this petty in his life.

“That’s gonna leave a stain.” He mutters, grazing his hand past Hongjoong’s erection to straighten out the fabric, wiping at it a few more times. Hongjoong’s breathing is shaky above him, and he can feel the eyes burning into the top of his head.

He’s about to pull away but Hongjoong’s hand comes down to encircle his wrist and hold it in place. “Wait.”

Seonghwa leans back but lets his hand be kept in Hongjoong’s hold, he feels Hongjoong’s dick twitch beneath his palm. “What?”

Hongjoong hesitates until Seonghwa adds the slightest bit more pressure, inhaling a sharp gasp. “Fuck, fine, you win okay? You win. Just… please?”

“Please what?” He won’t give in until he hears the words.

“Touch me, fuck me. Anything, Seonghwa, please.” Hongjoong’s facade crumbles completely within half a second. “Please just touch me, I’m begging you. I was good last night, I listened to you, I didn’t touch myself. I need it now, I need it so bad you have no fucking idea okay. My skin has been on fire all day, just- it’s all I’ve been able to think about. I feel like I’ve been hard for 15 of the past 20 hours. Seonghwa please I-“

“Didn’t you hear me earlier?” Seonghwa feigns confusion. “No more, I’m done.”

Hongjoong’s lips part in surprise. “No. No you weren’t- you didn’t mean that. You don’t mean that.”

“I thought I made myself pretty clear?” He tries to pull his hand away but Hongjoong’s grip tightens even more, nails now digging into the skin of his wrist.

“How much more are you going to make me beg for it? You’ve already won. Please just fucking touch me. I did everything you asked, I’ve been good please I’ve earned this. What more do you want?”

“I’ll admit you have behaved very well.” Seonghwa hums with a nod. “And look at how hard you are, that pitiful little dick.”

Hongjoong nods quickly, eyes glossy with unshed tears. Seonghwa realises he kind of wants to see him cry. Not in a mean way… just… He‘s not sure.

“Are you crying, baby?” Seonghwa coos, raising his free hand to cup Hongjoong’s cheek. “So cock hungry you’re actually crying about it?”

A single tear spills past his lashes when he nods again. His voice is barely a whisper. “I just want you so badly. Your hands, your cock, your mouth. All of you.”

Seonghwa tries to pull his hand away again and this time Hongjoong lets him, staring at him with hopeful eyes when Seonghwa gets up out of his seat. “Well, go on then. Or do you wanna do this in the kitchen?”

“I-“ it takes Hongjoong a few seconds to process the words. But when he does he quickly gets up as well, almost tripping over his own feet when he tries to make way to his bedroom. He blindly reaches for Seonghwa’s hand and drags him along as he stumbles down the hallway. It’s a huge apartment, far more space than one person would ever need. And Hongjoong’s bedroom turns out to be the last door of many, at the very end of the hall. The bedroom itself is enormous as well, with one king sized bed pressed against the wall. Everything is far more colourless than Seonghwa had expected, black floors and white walls and a bed made up out of different shades of grey. But it’s neat, and spacious, and everything smells good.

They don’t close the bedroom door behind them, there’s no need really. And they both fall still halfway into the room, Hongjoong turning to look at him with questioning eyes. “What do you want?”

“Just lay down, baby.” With gentle hands he pushes Hongjoong until his legs hit the side of the bed and he falls back.

He props himself up on his elbows, “don’t you want me to-“

“Ssh.” He slowly unbuttons his blouse and throws it somewhere behind him. “Just relax, I’ll take care of you now. You followed my orders so well, you deserve a little treat. Don’t you think so?”

Hongjoong’s eyes rake all over his exposed torso, crawling back on the bed a little further. “But I thought…”

His sentence trails off into nothing when Seonghwa’s knees press into the bed between his spread legs. Hongjoong’s chest rises and falls quickly with his tense breaths. “What did you think?” He questions with a low voice while he wraps his fingers around the band of Hongjoong’s shorts, glancing up at his face as he waits for a response.

“You said you were done. Because I… because I’m sick. Because I’m obsessed.”

Hongjoong lifts his hips when Seonghwa pulls at the clothing, allowing him to pull it all the way down his legs. It confirms the suspicions Seonghwa had had about the lack of underwear. “Have you ever had a blowjob before?” He wonders as he traces his palms up the smoothly shaven thighs, and completely ignores Hongjoong’s words.

His breath catches, “no… never.”

“Hmm.” He drags his hands over his hips, his waist, his stomach, before coming back down to grip onto his thighs and push them further apart. “Ever used a fleshlight? Some kind of toy like that?”

“A few times. Not often, I don’t really… usually touch myself there. I’m too sensitive, it’s no fun. Sometimes I do, like yesterday, with the pillow, something like that. I’ve always been like that, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“Wrong?” Seonghwa frowns, and it takes a lot of strength trying to calm the feeling in his stomach that that admission creates. “There’s nothing wrong with it.”

“It’s embarrassing.” Hongjoong admits quietly.

Seonghwa lowers himself onto his stomach, attaching his lips to Hongjoong’s inner thigh to suck a bruise into the skin. The younger whines loudly in response, hips twitching. Seonghwa mumbles against his thigh, “I think it’s hot.”

Hongjoong sounds breathless already. “Don’t lie. It’s ridiculous.”

“I wouldn’t lie.” Seonghwa frowns again, dragging his tongue higher up Hongjoong’s leg. He watches Hongjoong’s fists tighten in the sheets, trying to stay as still as he can. “You can hold onto me.”

Hongjoong hesitates for a few seconds before his hands carefully move up, one settling in the back of Seonghwa’s hair and the other on his shoulder. “You probably shouldn’t-“ Hongjoong cuts himself off again, like he’s never quite sure of how he wants to finish his sentences. “Maybe don’t do that.” He’s clearly referring to the impending blowjob, Seonghwa still inching closer and closer to his dick, leaving a trail of openmouthed kisses. “I won’t last. Especially given the circumstances of last night.”

Seonghwa shrugs to the best of his abilities with the position he’s in. “That’s okay. You can cum whenever you want to, you have my permission. This one’s just for you, you’ve earned it.”

Really he just craves to see Hongjoong fall apart beneath his fingertips. Just how quickly he’ll be gone when he doesn’t have to think twice about it.

“Are you sure?” Hongjoong pants, watching Seonghwa kiss his way over to his stomach, getting dangerously close to his leaking tip.

“Mhm.” He nods. “Just relax, baby.”

“But-nghh shit!” Hongjoong throws his head back the second Seonghwa’s lips wrap around him, tugging harshly on the pink hair. “Oh fuck, Seonghwa.”

Seonghwa tries to fight away his smirk so he can sink lower. Despite some of the things he may have said, Hongjoong’s dick really isn’t that small. But still it’s not so big that it gives him any trouble. He presses his tongue against the bottom side, hollowing his cheeks. And Hongjoong’s hips thrust up into his mouth on instinct. And it’s so lovely to actually be able to hear all his noises now, instead of trying to lower his volume like they’d had to yesterday.

“Sorry-“ he moans, trying to relax his body against the bed. But Seonghwa just grabs onto his hips, urging him to do as he pleases. Hongjoong seems to get the hint and he thrusts into the heat of Seonghwa’s mouth again, grip unforgiving on his hair. “Thank you thank you. Oh my g- fuck.”

His thighs try to squeeze together, trapping Seonghwa’s head but he uses his shoulders to force them open again. The hand on Seonghwa’s shoulder leaves to tangle in the sheets above his own head instead, trying to find some kind of grip on reality while he continues to grind his hips in chase of more pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re mine. You’re mine now.” Hongjoong mutters incoherently through a stream of moans and whines. “So good, so wet. All mine. Nghh… ah!”

Seonghwa isn’t even gonna argue that. Because shit, he might just be right.

“I’m gonna cum.” He pants while keeping Seonghwa’s head in place, all earlier concerns seemingly out the window. “I’m close. Sorry I’ve just been- fuck I’m gonna…”

His body shocks almost violently when he finishes down Seonghwa’s throat without another question wasted on the matter. Fucking into the heat until he every last drop is forced into Seonghwa’s mouth. His body goes boneless against the bed the second he’s done, and Seonghwa wipes his lips as he pulls away.

He’s sitting between Hongjoong’s spread legs, looking down at the trembling man. And Hongjoong’s staring back at him. Eyes glossy and distant, his hair that had been so perfect when he’d arrived now a tangled mess, cheeks flushed, lips bitten almost to the point of blood.

It’s quiet for a long while, no sound except Hongjoong catching his breath until he breaks the silence with a question. “Has anybody ever told you that lip ring feels really nice?”

Seonghwa chuckles at that. “I might’ve heard that before, yeah.”

Seonghwa doesn’t bother wiping away the remains of Hongjoong’s cum he can feel sticking to the metal ring. Instead he brings his hands down to undo his zipper and lets his pants fall to the floor. Hongjoong’s eyes are still filled with hunger and his dick is already chubbing back up at the sight of Seonghwa’s body.

He already knows the answer to the following question yet he still asks. “Did you prep yourself before I arrived?”

Hongjoong nods carefully. “Yes. I know you told me not to touch myself but I didn’t think that counted. I figured I’d save us the hassle.”

“How could you be so sure I would even entertain this again? I wasn’t even sure.”

Hongjoong just quietly parts his legs at that question, giving Seonghwa a clear few of his lube leaking hole. He watches Seonghwa’s lip disappear between his teeth, entranced by the sight for a few seconds before meeting his eyes again. Hongjoong’s smirks devilishly. “Call it a hunch, I guess.”

“And what if I’d actually said no tonight?”

“I’d have to go back to watching you from afar, I suppose.”

“What if I had you banned from the club?”

Hongjoong smiles like he finds it cute that Seonghwa thinks that’d work. “I’m always gonna find a way, Seonghwa. Good luck trying to stop me.”

He forgets how to breathe for just a few seconds too long. He doesn’t know how to come to terms with how much he enjoys those words. And he continues to struggle while Hongjoong undoes the buttons of the silk blouse he’s still wearing, revealing his chest and his stomach fully now. And similarly to last night he’s left wearing nothing but his socks, those little fluffy socks. And Seonghwa realises it might very well be an attempt to look more innocent, to hide the insanity that’s glimmering behind his eyes.

“Stop thinking so hard.” Hongjoong’s voice is gentle and he gets up to sit on all fours instead, slowly crawling over to the edge of the bed. He cups Seonghwa through his underwear, staring up at him with those same damn puppy eyes. “I know you just wanna get inside.“

Seonghwa releases a shuddering breath. Hongjoong is quite literally telling him not to think about how far he’d actually go, where he draws the line. He must admit it proves to be pretty difficult to think about much of anything when Hongjoong’s hand is massaging you through your briefs. It almost seems like whatever obsession Hongjoong has for him, has somehow spiritually gotten to him as well. He’s looking at Hongjoong now, at that angelic face, currently twisted with all sorts of emotions. And he realises he could never decline this. He’d felt it yesterday, and then on the phone, and then again the second he got here today. Something about Hongjoong makes him feel insane and needy and ready to fuck for three days straight.

“Stop worrying.” Hongjoong breathes out quietly, sitting up on his knees so they’re eye to eye. “Just fuck me, Seonghwa. I’m your little toy, remember?”

Fuck yes he remembers. He’s blinking at Hongjoong and realises he hasn’t said a single word in over a minute. He remains silent while he finally steps out of his underwear, and Hongjoong’s tongue licks over his teeth at the sight like a starved dog.

“Here.” He pulls him onto the bed and Seonghwa lets himself be moved around. Hongjoong nudges him until he’s sat with his back against the headboard, and Hongjoong straddles his thighs. “Can I ride you?”

“You already know the answer to that.” It’s the first words that leave him.

Hongjoong smirks, “I was trying to be polite.”

He wraps a hand around Seonghwa’s dick, which has been achingly hard ever since they entered this bedroom. His jaw drops on a soft moan, watching Hongjoong’s oddly skilled fingers work their magic. “Shit, baby.”

“See…” Hongjoong coos. “Don’t think too much.”

And Seonghwa wonders where all this fucking attitude came from oh so suddenly. But his brain is lagging a little too much for him to be able to say anything about it. He watches Hongjoong lift himself over his lap, feels him aligning the both of them, and then sinking down slowly.

“Fuck-“ Seonghwa groans, both hands coming up to Hongjoong’s hips to interrupt the slow process and force himself all the way inside.

“Ah!” Hongjoong winces, steadying himself by placing both of his palms flatly on Seonghwa’s chest. His voice shaky now when he dares to speak again. “Jesus.”

But he makes work of his request quickly enough, after a few more deep breaths he lifts himself up a little before slamming back down. And Seonghwa can tell already that Hongjoong won’t keep this up long. It seems like the feeling of Seonghwa inside of him renders him pretty much useless.

His eyes are closed, breathing shakily through his nose and moaning through closed lips. He keeps moving, keeps rotating his hips in a way Seonghwa is sure he’s practiced with a toy before, and he’s almost certain Hongjoong hadn’t accounted for the fact that things might feel a little different for him in the real situation.

But all that aside, fuck does it feel good. And there’s something incredibly enjoyable about watching Hongjoong struggle. Thighs shaking every time he lifts himself up, and whining desperately every time his ass meets Seonghwa’s lap again.

All of this is why it surprises Seonghwa when Hongjoong finally reopens his eyes, and somehow manages to continue the little attitude he’d worked up today. “This is why I knew you’d entertain this again, you can’t say no to me.”

Seonghwa’s brows furrow, Hongjoong’s wearing a confident face, but the truth is clear as day within his eyes, within the shakes of his body. He’s fucking gone. “Is that what you think?”

Hongjoong nods, biting his lip with a smirk. “You want me too badly. You could never walk away from this.”

Seonghwa digs his fingers into the man’s hips more harshly, keeping him in place so he can fuck into him instead. Hongjoong’s eyes flutter before rolling back with a loud moan, letting Seonghwa pound into him from underneath. “Go on, keep talking.” He grits out through his teeth, feeling Hongjoong clench tightly around him.

It takes Hongjoong a while to find words, crying out every time Seonghwa thrusts back into him. Finally he opens his eyes again, staring at Seonghwa with a dare written all over his face. “I think maybe you’re the desperate one.”

Seonghwa stops what he’s doing then and Hongjoong whines in disagreement. Seonghwa’s still as a statue on the bed and Hongjoong starts grinding down on him, no longer lifting himself up, merely grinding Seonghwa’s dick into his prostate. And he’s close, Seonghwa can tell he wants to cum already.

“Get off me.” Seonghwa orders sternly.

“W-what?” Hongjoong frowns, he’s still moving. He’s gonna cum, he’s gonna ask for permission any second now, Seonghwa’s sure of it. Although he’s pretty sure Hongjoong doesn’t want to admit it.

“Stop doing that, I said get off of me.”

He’s still moving, and Seonghwa can see him weighing his options. Until finally he decides to be honest. “No, I’m gonna…. You feel so fucking good, sir.“ He whimpers desperately. “Can I-“

“No.” He grabs Hongjoong’s face within one hand, his cheeks squishing in Seonghwa’s harsh grip. “Look at me. Stop that, now.”

He could easily make Hongjoong stop, overpowering him wouldn’t be much of a struggle at all. But that wouldn’t be nearly as fun as making Hongjoong himself step away from the edge of his orgasm again. And finally he does, he slowly comes to a stop, panting heavily. “Why do you keep doing this to me?”

Seonghwa shifts a little to sit up straighter and Hongjoong cries out in response, squeezing Seonghwa’s bicep where he’s holding on. “Don’t move. Please, one second. You shouldn’t move.”

“You are pathetic. So needy for cock you’re gonna lose it at the slightest movement?” There’s a sense of victory for Seonghwa in Hongjoong’s shaky nod. “And you tell me I’m the desperate one?”

“I’m sorry.” Hongjoong whispers, chest rising and falling quickly.

“Get off of me, Hongjoong.”

He takes another few seconds, but then finally he slowly lifts himself out of Seonghwa’s lap. He lets himself fall onto his back, head now by the foot end of the bed. His body is flushed, his dick red and weeping, his eyes teary. Seonghwa is never ever letting this man go.

Seonghwa moves to hover over him, and Hongjoong’s eyes shoot open when his hand comes up to encircle his neck. He adds some pressure. “What is with that attitude of yours today? I was gonna let it slide but you just had to push it. Is this it? Is this what you wanted?”

And Hongjoong’s smile is small, but it’s definitely there. He nods carefully, whispering. “Yes.”

”I thought you said you wanted to be my toy, but you’re really just a little brat aren’t you?” He grabs both of Hongjoong’s wrists with his other hand, pinning them to the bed above his head. The other hand remains around his neck, and he has to nudge Hongjoong’s legs back open with his knee. Hongjoong seems to get the memo and puts his feet on the bed, opening his legs far enough for Seonghwa to settle between them. He should probably grab some more lube first, but if Hongjoong’s not gonna mention it then neither is he.

He presses back inside without any more time wasted on the matter and Hongjoong throws his head back in satisfaction. “Happy now? Now that you don’t have to do any of the work, just laying there like a good little pet and taking it?”

Hongjoong doesn’t even seem embarrassed to agree. “Yes- ah! God… yeah I’m happy.”

Seonghwa thrusts inside, again and again, slow but hard. And Hongjoong’s back to moaning like he’s got six vibrators shoved up his ass. Those pretty doll lips letting endless sounds pass.

“Such a pretty pet.” Seonghwa muses, kissing the side of Hongjoong’s face. The man’s back arches into his touch. “Can’t even ride me for more than two minutes. You just wanna lay down and be used.”

Hongjoong nods, moaning like the sounds are being fucked out of him. “Just wanna be fucked by you.”

“Hmm, like my own little fleshlight, warming my cock so nicely.” He whispers into Hongjoong’s ear before taking the lobe between his teeth. Hongjoong is like dead weight on the bed, whining desperately in response to Seonghwa’s every word. “You take me so well, baby. So good.”

“Sir, I just wanna cum. Can I now? Nghh- please?”

“If you want to.” Seonghwa groans out. “But I’m not stopping. You’ll have to keep being a good little pet and lay here until I’m done.”

“Yes, y-yes. Anything you want, as long as you want.” Hongjoong nods quickly, and Seonghwa tightens his grip even more. The sensation of the fingers pressing into his throat seems to be the final straw. He comes with a gasp, eyes rolling back again. He doesn’t even chatter through it like he tends to, he’s just gasping and whining. His sweaty body writhing against the bed.

And after a while his blissful face turns into one of discomfort, whining when Seonghwa’s pace doesn’t let up in the slightest. If anything his speed just increases, no longer able to pretend he isn’t desperate to fill Hongjoong up.

Hongjoong’s eyes open to stare up at him, moaning quietly. Seonghwa’s hand is no longer really adding any pressure, merely resting around his neck. “Tell me you’re mine.” Hongjoong’s moans out on a particularly rough thrust. And Seonghwa doesn’t understand how the fuck he’s already kind of getting hard again, though he supposes this shouldn’t surprise him anymore. “Say it. Admit that you’re mine.”

Seonghwa shakes his head, closing his eyes, his thrusts losing their rhythm.

“You know it’s true. You belong to me.”

Seonghwa leans down to kiss him instead, slipping his tongue into Hongjoong’s mouth and the man accepts it gratefully. He does belong to Hongjoong, they both know it. But he refuses to say it.

“Can I cum inside, baby?” He mumbles against his lips instead.

Hongjoong nods quickly. “Yes, fuck yes of course. Please. Please give it to me. Give me your babies, sir.”

There he goes again with those words and Seonghwa had never expected himself to be the kind of person that likes that. But Hongjoong asked him, so he does, and Hongjoong lets out the most beautiful little sound of gratitude at the feeling. He fucks his own load deeper into Hongjoong, and knows right then and there he’s never gonna get enough of this. He whines against Hongjoong’s lips, it’s honestly a miracle he lasted as long as he did. And he collapses on top of Hongjoong when he physically cannot go on any longer.

“Fuck.” He breathes out against Hongjoong’s chest, letting go of his neck and wrists. And he doesn’t notice as first that Hongjoong isn’t the one that’s shaking that badly, it’s him. Hongjoong’s arms come up to circle around him, hugging him against his chest. He’s pressing kisses against the top of his head, whispering some gentle praises.

It takes him a while to pull himself together enough to roll over, gently pulling out. Hongjoong’s head turns to keep looking at him.

“We should’ve probably agreed on a safe word.” Seonghwa realises then.

Hongjoong frowns, “I wouldn’t have used it.”

“I know.” He nods, every movement feels sluggish. “But still, probably best to have one.”

“Yeah.” Hongjoong nods back before slowly sitting up, cracking his back with a sigh. He’s looking around himself, seeming a little lost.

Seonghwa reaches for his hand, still laying down. “Are you okay?”

Hongjoong nods. “That was really fucking good.”

“That’s not really what I asked. Are you alright?”

“Yeah.” He’s got the tiniest frown on his face. And Seonghwa remembers that this is all still very new to Hongjoong. It’s easy to forget that, with the way he acts. But Hongjoong’s never had sex before this, and in turn he’s never had aftercare before. And probably doesn’t really understand what he wants right now. He doesn’t look upset, just a little confused, like something isn’t right.

“What do you want, Hongjoong?” Seonghwa tugs on his hand to make him look his way. “Wanna take a bath, wanna eat something, watch some tv? Our food is still on the table”

He’s gnawing at his lip. “Uhh… I’m not sure.”

Seonghwa sits up as well, ignoring the head rush. He moves his hand to cup Hongjoong’s cheek. “How about some cuddles? Does that sound good?”

Hongjoong hesitates before carefully nodding his head. “Yeah, I think so. Sorry.”

“Hey, that’s nothing to be sorry about.” He pulls Hongjoong along to get under the covers. They’re both sweaty and disgusting but that’s not a pressing matter at the moment. “I always enjoy cuddles after sex as well, especially when it’s more intense, like we just did. Everyone likes different things afterwards. It’s kinda like coming back to yourself you know. It’s nothing to apologise for, okay?”

Hongjoong smiles shyly, cuddling into his side when Seonghwa lifts an arm to invite Hongjoong in, their legs tangling together under the sheets. “Thanks. I guess there’s still some things I don’t really know about.“

“You can ask me any question, I’ll try my best to answer.”

“Thank you, Seonghwa. For all of this. You’re so perfect, you’re everything I’ve ever dreamed about.”

“Oh… that’s okay rea-“ he’s cut off by Hongjoong kissing him, and he doesn’t pull back to let him finish speaking.

Hongjoong fits into his side nicely, his lips move against his own perfectly. Everything between them feels right. Seonghwa is so so screwed. Because they can both tell this was far from the last time they’ll do this.