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Seonghwa was late.
He’d agreed to meet Hongjoong at his apartment at six-thirty in the evening. That left him enough time after getting out of his four o’clock class to get home, shower thoroughly, make himself look good, maybe eat a light little something, and make his way over.
He didn’t account for the professor wanting to speak with him after class, or for the train running late, and the fact he hadn’t looked his best the last time Hongjoong saw him (whether the man insisted he was gorgeous or not) meant there was no way he was going to sacrifice the time he needed to doll up.
Unfortunately, that meant he was practically sprinting into the apartment building at six-forty-five, only deciding to take the elevator instead of the stairs so he could give himself a rest and not look like he’d desperately ran over here the way that he did. As it was, he hoped the concealer under his eyes would effectively hide the bags he knew had formed.
He had known the week would be hell, and it had been. If it wasn’t essays, it was clinic simulations, and if it wasn’t clinic simulations, it was studying, and if it wasn’t studying, it was volunteer work at the hospital. Seonghwa knew, in the end, it would all be worth it. But right now, it was just exhausting.
Even so, as he stood still, trying to calm his racing heartbeat by watching the numbers on the wall light up one by one, he felt an eagerness – an excitement, to see Hongjoong.
They’d texted each other throughout the week, little life updates and funny pictures and curious questions. It wasn’t a lot; Seonghwa was very busy and Hongjoong, apparently, had an abnormal sleeping schedule where he was up more during the night than the day. But every text brought a smile to Seonghwa’s face.
Wooyoung made sure to make fun of him because of it.
The elevator dinged and Seonghwa stepped out onto the fifth floor, turning the corner and retracing the steps he’d taken the last time he was here. He’d been more focused on Hongjoong than anything that night, so he took the time to take in his surroundings. The building was modernized and clean, the polished number plates next to the door proving it was probably a newer building. Seonghwa was grateful Hongjoong had asked him to come back to his apartment, thinking of his own run-down place near the university, but he had to remind himself that he was still a student. Nicer accommodations would come later, when he secured his medical degree.
Or maybe he’d eventually move in with Hongjoong.
Seonghwa banished the thought immediately, embarrassed that it’d even formed in the first place. He liked Hongjoong, and the sex was fantastic, but he wasn’t going to get ahead of himself. Right now, he was just going to take what he could get and enjoy the company.
With a single, deep breath, he rapped his knuckles on the front door, still itching about being late. There was a moment of silence, but then Seonghwa thought he heard something from inside the apartment. He blinked when a faded voice came closer – was Hongjoong talking with someone? - before there was the sound of something unlatching, and the door was opening.
Hongjoong stood in the open doorway in a white shirt and jeans, and Seonghwa opened his mouth to immediately start apologizing for his tardiness, but the sight of the cell phone held to Hongjoong’s ear stopped him.
“Hey, can you hold on just one second?” Hongjoong asked whoever was on the phone, and then he was hitting the mute button and throwing an apologetic look at Seonghwa. As he did, he stepped to the side, pushing the door open further in a clear invitation. A warm smile graced his face. “Hey Seonghwa. Come on in.”
Seonghwa awkwardly stepped inside with a nod of his head, trying to return the smile before turning to nudge his shoes off as Hongjoong closed the door.
“I’m sorry I’m late,” Seonghwa said belatedly. He felt full of nervous energy, for being late and interrupting a conversation. Hongjoong waved it off.
“It’s fine. Someone I work with just called suddenly, and I really need to take it. I won’t be long. Make yourself comfortable on the couch and I’ll be back out in a little bit?” Hongjoong explained, bringing his hands together and truly looking like the picture of remorse. The fact Hongjoong seemed guilty about his request made Seonghwa feel lighter, and his smile melted into something more genuine.
“It’s okay. Finish whatever you need to. I’ll still be here,” Seonghwa assured, waving him off. Hongjoong looked relieved, ready to turn around and leave, but he hesitated, giving Seonghwa a look-over. He reached out and swatted at one of the pom-poms decorating the ends of the strings on Seonghwa’s light blue sweater.
“Cute,” Hongjoong commented with a grin before fully turning, speaking into the phone as he meandered into his bedroom. Seonghwa pressed his lips together in a pleased smile, making his way to the couch.
Being late be-damned, he was happy he spent the time he needed choosing his outfit.
The couch sank beneath his weight, and he leaned against a decorative pillow, fiddling his fingers together while looking around. It was brighter, the kitchen lights white and beaming overhead. Even though he’d been here the week prior, his surroundings felt foreign. The only thing he could really remember was the table next to the entryway – the way he’d backed Hongjoong into it and kissed him, the way Hongjoong had grabbed at his hips and grinded Seonghwa down on his thigh…
Seonghwa sank further into the couch, heat on his cheeks. He ripped his gaze away from the entryway, curiously taking in other sights.
The apartment was spacious, likely looking larger due to the open floor plan. The kitchen bled into the living room which led straight into the hallway. The only two doors led to Hongjoong’s bedroom and a restroom.
There was a painting on the wall, one splashed with vibrant paint strokes, that Seonghwa found himself staring at. It was busy, a tornado of colorful music notes, and it brought back memories of Hongjoong placing the earbuds in his ears. He wondered if Hongjoong would ever show him anything more on his laptop. The fact Hongjoong had said some of his deep, dark secrets could be found on that laptop had not been forgotten. Seonghwa was awfully intrigued.
Seonghwa closed his eyes. He could hear bits and pieces of Hongjoong’s conversation, the other man was not whispering or trying to keep it a secret, but it was clearly work related, and Seonghwa didn’t know enough about music production to really catch on to what was being said. Not that he wanted to eavesdrop or anything. That would be rude.
Hongjoong’s voice was nice, though. Just to listen to.
When Seonghwa opened his eyes again, he was confused. The bright lights on the kitchen ceiling were off. A soft yellow light was spilling from Hongjoong’s open bedroom door, and Hongjoong himself was sitting at the island in his kitchen, open laptop in front of him and headphones on his head.
Behind the island, Seonghwa had to squint to make out the LED display on the oven.
10:04pm.
Jaw dropping, Seonghwa sat up. Something on his chest moved, and he was startled to find a throw blanket over his person.
Had he seriously fallen asleep? For three hours?
He knew he was tired, but fuck.
He was late, he interrupted a conversation, and he’d fallen asleep on the man!
Seonghwa’s entire body burned in embarrassment.
The only tiny saving grace was that Hongjoong was blissfully unaware of Seonghwa’s shocked turmoil, having not looked over and surely listening to something with his headphones. Could he maybe quietly sneak out and go shamefully hide in his own apartment?
Wait, how did he look?
Seonghwa tugged the throw blanket off, folding it neatly before using his hands to smooth out his sweater and his hair as best as he could without being able to see well. His back pocket vibrated. He pulled out his phone, grimacing when it only validated the fact that it was, indeed, after ten o’clock at night, and saw Wooyoung had sent him a message.
Wooyoung
Hey, I hope you are having the time of your life over there, but I thought you’d want to know this.
The pervert made an appearance tonight and Chan banned him from The Siren!
Despite the current situation, Seonghwa couldn’t stop a satisfied smile. After Hongjoong had pointed him out, Seonghwa did make sure to mention him to Chan, and it looked like the guy got what was coming to him.
“Well, hello, Sleeping Beauty.”
Seonghwa looked up from his phone to see that Hongjoong had slipped the headphones down around his neck and was grinning at him from the island. Seonghwa held on to the last strands of dignity he had and slipped the phone back in his pocket.
“You should have woken me up,” Seonghwa groaned.
“And miss you drooling on my pillows? Not a chance,” Hongjoong quipped happily. Seonghwa covered his face with his hands.
“Please kill me,” Seonghwa spoke with his entire chest, hearing Hongjoong laugh.
“Seriously, though, if you fell asleep that fast, you had to have been tired. I wasn’t on the phone for very much longer when I left you,” Hongjoong said. Somehow, that made Seonghwa feel worse.
“I’m so sorry,” Seonghwa sighed, looking pointedly away from Hongjoong.
“It’s no problem for me. You’re free to go sleep in my bed if you’re still tired,” Hongjoong offered.
“I am not wasting more of your time,” Seonghwa denied. Hongjoong shrugged, slipping the headphones off his shoulders and setting them down on the counter. He shut the lid to his laptop.
“Not a waste. I just got some work done. Would have done it whether you were here or not,” Hongjoong assured. He hopped off the stool and walked over to a cabinet, opening it and pulling out a mug, which he shook in the air with raised eyebrows. “Coffee, then?”
Seonghwa bit the inside of his lip, contemplating.
“… if it’s not too late,” Seonghwa said. Sure, they agreed to meet at six-thirty, but had not gone over any specifics, including how long Seonghwa would be staying.
“Too late? That’s funny, coming from you,” Hongjoong snorted. He put the mug on the counter and reached for a second one. “I wasn’t the one who ran out of here at two in the morning because I had an eight a.m. class.”
And, really, Seonghwa felt like he should just dig a hole and bury himself in it, at this point.
Hongjoong must have sensed his mortification, because he started talking again.
“I thought I told you? I’m kind of nocturnal. Sleep most of the day away and am up most of the night,” Hongjoong continued, scurrying around the kitchen to get water and coffee and firing up the espresso machine on his counter. “I do have something I need to do tomorrow evening, but that’s it. Stay all night, if you want. Watching you sleep is cute, and all, but I like your company, too.”
Seonghwa couldn’t help but smile at that. There was something about Hongjoong that was just… comforting. Charming. That’d been apparent when Seonghwa had lost so much time talking with him at the club and it was apparent now, as he tried to convince Seonghwa that he genuinely wasn’t a burden for derailing their night because he was fatigued.
He extracted himself from the couch, stretching out his limbs before shuffling over to the island, watching Hongjoong work until gurgling sounds rose from the espresso machine.
“… did I actually drool?” Seonghwa asked, threading his fingers together on the counter-top. Hongjoong flashed a grin at him.
“I just said that for fun, but we can check the pillow, if you’d like,” Hongjoong said, making a move toward the couch. Seonghwa whipped his arm out, catching Hongjoong on the chest.
“No, let’s not,” Seonghwa said firmly. Hongjoong continued to grin, backing off, and Seonghwa sighed in disbelief. “I just can’t believe I dozed off so quickly.”
And at a stranger’s house, too. Well, not really a stranger… a hook-up? Could he even label Hongjoong as anything right now? Either way, it wasn’t a safe thing to do. Wooyoung would surely go off on a tangent as soon as Seonghwa told him what happened.
“Medical school is supposed to be rough. Maybe I shouldn’t have invited you over on a Friday night,” Hongjoong replied, and there was no way Seonghwa was going to let him take the blame for Seonghwa’s mistakes.
“I wanted to come over,” Seonghwa assured. Hongjoong looked too pleased at the remark, and Seonghwa broke eye contact to watch coffee pour out of the machine. Seonghwa and Wooyoung had a Keurig at home, but the one on Hongjoong’s counter looked like the ones Seonghwa saw in coffee shops. “Are you a big coffee person? That machine is fancy.”
Hongjoong leaned, copying Seonghwa’s pose by resting his forearms on the counter.
“Is it?” Hongjoong asked, and Seonghwa got a sense of deja vu. Clearly, expensive things didn’t phase him. Seonghwa had joked that Hongjoong made millions from his music production, but Seonghwa was insanely curious about how much money he really did make. “Coffee is good. I usually prefer tea. This machine was a gift from a friend of mine when I moved into the apartment… kind of a joke, really. He insisted that if I was going to be up most nights, I needed a friend like caffeine.”
“Caffeine is a good friend,” Seonghwa agreed with a nod. “There’s this little coffee shop near the hospital I volunteer at called Mocha Motive. I go in so often that I don’t even have to place an order anymore. It’s like, hey, it’s Seonghwa again, let’s start making his french vanilla frappe.”
Hongjoong’s answering chuckle was deep.
“French vanilla, hm?” Hongjoong repeated, pushing himself off the counter and approaching the espresso machine. “I’m afraid I don’t have flavored creamers, or anything, but do you want any sugar or milk?”
“A little of both, please,” Seonghwa said, happy that Hongjoong offered. He wasn’t against black coffee, but he preferred something a little sweeter. They didn’t speak as Hongjoong added that milk and sugar, and Seonghwa felt somewhat antsy as the spoon stirring it all in clinked against the mug. He took advantage of Hongjoong’s back facing him to drag his gaze down his body. The white shirt he was wearing was long-sleeved and had a hood attached to the back. A black belt circled his hips, holding up light-washed denim jeans that looked fashionable, but loose and comfortable.
He looked good.
It would be easy, Seonghwa thought, to walk up behind him, wrap his arms around that waist, lean in and kiss his neck, palm him through his jeans, rile him up until he was pulling Seonghwa into his bedroom again, coffee-be-damned.
“Tell me if I should add more of anything?”
Seonghwa blinked at the mug of coffee that was placed on the counter in front of him and then instinctively reached for it. The warmth of the coffee mug seeped into his fingers so fast he couldn’t let them linger, taking hold of the handle instead. Hongjoong looked at him expectantly as the strong aroma invaded his nose and he blew on the liquid before taking a tentative sip.
The rich taste was heavenly on his tongue.
“It’s perfect,” Seonghwa said. Hongjoong nodded, satisfied, and turned back around to make a cup for himself.
“You said you volunteer at a hospital. What do you do?” Hongjoong asked. Seonghwa leaned more heavily on the counter, the steam from the coffee rising to his cheeks.
“Contrary to the word ‘volunteer’, it’s mandatory for one of my college courses. I need sixty hours worth of shadowing a nurse.”
“On top of your classes, I’m assuming.”
“Yes.”
“I understand why you took a nap,” Hongjoong chuckled. “Is going into the medical field always what you wanted to do?”
Seonghwa took a moment to answer that, taking another sip of coffee.
“I guess? I come from a family of doctors. It was kind of expected from me, so I just went with it,” Seonghwa answered. He pursed his lips as he thought about it. “Maybe being a teacher crossed my mind a few times.”
“A teacher? Seonghwa-seonsaengnim does have a ring to it,” Hongjoong said, a playful glint in his eyes.
“But it would be Park-seonsaengnim,” Seonghwa corrected, chuckling. “I’ve always liked working with kids. The nurse I shadow; she’s a pediatric nurse.”
Hongjoong grabbed his finished cup of coffee from the machine, sliding back into his spot leaning against the counter, mirroring Seonghwa.
“Ah, wouldn’t that be… difficult, sometimes? Attending sick children?” Hongjoong asked, hesitantly. Seonghwa saw nothing but genuine curiosity in his expression and he felt himself soften.
“I’m not going to deny that it’s rough sometimes. Some kids are really hard to deal with when they aren’t feeling well, and others, well, it’s just hard to see them struggling with something out of their control. But someone has to help them get healthy again! It’s rewarding, in the end,” Seonghwa explained. Hongjoong was smiling at him, and he felt suddenly shy in holding his gaze. Realizing he’d been yammering about himself, Seonghwa felt the need to change the subject. “What about you? Music production. How long have you been doing it?”
Seonghwa hoped he hadn’t already asked that question. He did remember approaching the topic with Hongjoong at the club, but that was also a few drinks in.
If he had, Hongjoong showed no signs of it.
“It’ll be five years next February,” Hongjoong answered. Seonghwa’s eyes caught the single painted nail that he’d noticed before decorating Hongjoong’s hand as he wrapped it around the mug. He felt the need to ask about that, but Hongjoong’s answer caught up with him.
“Five years? Which would make you… how old?” Seonghwa asked, taking advantage of the segue.
“Twenty-seven,” Hongjoong answered. A six-year age gap, then, Seonghwa thought. Then he dipped his head and laughed to himself.
“You know, I actually questioned The Siren’s bouncers because I thought you may have been too young to get in,” Seonghwa teased, amused at the way Hongjoong’s eyebrows shot up.
“I… am not sure if I should be offended or if I should take that as a compliment,” Hongjoong drawled.
“Compliment. Take it as a compliment,” Seonghwa chuckled.
“Was it the way I was dressed?” Hongjoong asked, looking far too curious to let it go. Seonghwa did not have the heart to tell him that it stemmed from Hongjoong’s sexuality exploration, especially after Hongjoong had been vulnerable enough to share some of his personal story. Seonghwa definitely remembered that part of the conversation.
“Along with the fact you were glued to your laptop like many of the half-dead college students I see around campus all the time,” Seonghwa replied instead. Hongjoong huffed into his coffee.
“Sorry, but you got an old man instead,” Hongjoong grinned. Seonghwa tutted, about to tell him he was far from old, but Hongjoong’s eyes suddenly lit up with a devious glint. “Wait a second. You mean to tell me you thought I was underage and you went and asked me if I’d fuck you?”
Lava rushed through Seonghwa’s cheeks and Hongjoong cackled at whatever expression he was making.
“It was just a brief thought! I know the bouncers there and I do trust them!” Seonghwa groaned, setting his coffee mug down with a distinct thud. “I made a lot of hasty judgments that night. We have established this.”
“We have. Judgey Mc-”
“Do. Not,” Seonghwa affirmed, glaring him down. While Hongjoong did not complete the stupid nickname, he also did not lessen the giant smirk across his face, even as he took another sip of coffee. He was ridiculously handsome, Seonghwa’s brain supplied for the hundredth time.
“Okay, sweetheart,” Hongjoong replied, the nickname rolling off his tongue in a way that made Seonghwa’s heart stutter. Hongjoong had to know the effect that nickname had on him after last week, and yet, Hongjoong’s burnt caramel eyes shifted away from Seonghwa and to the couch that Seonghwa had vacated. “Think you can stay awake long enough to watch a movie?”
Seonghwa blinked.
“Movie?” Seonghwa parroted, caught off-guard by the suggestion.
“You’ve had a super busy week. I’d say that deserves a lazy couch-potato session,” Hongjoong replied. Seonghwa felt the need to straighten his shoulders, if only to appear more animated.
“I’m not going to just pass out on you, especially not with coffee,” Seonghwa said.
“But you already did.”
“That’s different! I just… drifted because I was waiting.”
“Drifted because you’re tired.”
“I’m fine. I promise I won’t fall asleep again.”
That gaze was back on Seonghwa.
“You’re making it very hard to get you to cuddle with me,” Hongjoong sighed, the trace of a pout on his lips. Seonghwa’s jaw clicked shut in surprise, and he watched the pout melt into a bashful smile. Hongjoong pushed against the counter to stand up, his coffee cup secured in his hands, and walked around the island. “I’ll be over here, if you want to join.”
Seonghwa twisted around to watch him walk to the couch, the warmth in his chest and cheeks much more than the coffee’s fault. He suddenly wanted the cuddles so badly that it almost hurt. They’d been much closer, much more intimate, but just the thought of curling up next to Hongjoong and sharing his space…
Seonghwa found himself following without a second thought. If it led them back to where they were last weekend, with wandering hands and wet lips and creaking headboards, that would be fine, too. Great, even. It was what Seonghwa expected when Hongjoong had chosen to invite him back over to his place.
But, surprisingly, it didn’t.
Hongjoong was a solid, comfortable warmth next to him as they finished their coffee, swiping through a plethora of movie options on streaming services and bickering over what was good and bad. They talked, much like they did the first night they met, jumping from topic to topic easily and playfully. At some point, Hongjoong had actually clicked on a movie, but Seonghwa wasn’t paying enough attention, more focused on the fingers running through his hair and the way Hongjoong’s neck vibrated when he talked as Seonghwa buried his temple in the crook of Hongjoong’s neck and shoulder.
The movie was abandoned soon after, even though it still played as background noise, when Seonghwa showed Hongjoong Wooyoung’s text and Hongjoong made a quick trip back to the counter to snag his laptop and play a few more snippets at Seonghwa’s insistence. Unfortunately for Hongjoong, it was after the laptop had been put away that his stomach decided to growl, loudly, in the space around them, leaving Seonghwa in giggles and a blush on Hongjoong’s face.
When he reluctantly explained he hadn’t had much of anything to eat since he’d gotten up, Seonghwa pressed him to get something, and then they were sharing popcorn as they tried another movie. This one held their attention more, getting laughs out of them, until Hongjoong compared Seonghwa to one of the characters in a way that forced Seonghwa to claim blasphemy, and a few pieces of popcorn were then used as launched weapons instead of food.
Sometime after the popcorn bowl was empty and the throw blanket that Seonghwa had woken up to find on himself earlier was wrapped snugly around them was when Seonghwa had fallen asleep again, he figured. Even with the additional caffeine, he was just too cozy and content not to.
Now, he blinked his bleary eyes open, registering the solid warmth he was leaning against as Hongjoong. Based on the lighting from the windows, the sun probably hadn’t risen yet, but that time was close. The television was still on, if the little blue light in the bottom right corner had anything to say, but it, too, had fallen asleep. He saw a piece of popcorn lying in a dip in the blanket and flicked it off of him before craning his neck up.
Hongjoong’s head hung low, his chin nearly tucked to his collarbones. His eyelids were closed, the rise and fall of his chest even, lips gently parted. Seonghwa allowed himself to stare for just a moment. He wondered how long Hongjoong had been asleep. With the way Seonghwa was pressing him into the side of the couch, he would have had no way of leaving without waking Seonghwa up. He felt a tad guilty, hoping Hongjoong’s neck wouldn’t hurt too badly in the position he’d fallen asleep in.
“Hongjoong,” Seonghwa spoke, softly. He didn’t know what kind of sleeper Hongjoong was. He hoped he wasn’t like Wooyoung, who could sleep through an earthquake if he really wanted. Seonghwa moved, peeling himself away from the other man to sit up properly, taking the blanket with him. Hongjoong stirred, his head jerking up and his eyes opening. They stared ahead before they gravitated toward Seonghwa. He blinked and reached up to rub his eyes as Seonghwa smiled at him. “Hey. I’m going to use the restroom.”
Hongjoong made a little noise, leaning heavily against the back of the couch. Seonghwa took that as understanding and deposited the blanket before scurrying over to the restroom.
He emptied his bladder and stole some mouthwash, unsure of how his breath would be after sleeping for who knew how long. He reached for the doorknob, but hesitated, a certain nervousness settling low in his gut.
It wasn’t the first time it hit him that Hongjoong was… well, someone comforting. Endearing. Fun. Someone Seonghwa genuinely liked being around.
He really liked Hongjoong, as much as he could like someone for knowing them for about a week. And that feeling was clearly, hopefully, mutual, in the way they’d seamlessly flowed in each others’ space last night without so much as a kiss-
How had that happened?
How had they gone all night without even a kiss?
Seonghwa wanted to rectify that. He wanted to ask Hongjoong out on a proper date, to move toward an actual label. It’d been a while since Seonghwa had someone he could call his boyfriend.
He wanted that.
He wanted that, but… he had to keep in mind that this was new to Hongjoong – being with a man. Hongjoong had shared that he didn’t come from a very accepting circle, and even though he was vocal in his attraction to men, to Seonghwa, that didn’t mean he was ready to publicly announce a boyfriend.
Seonghwa chewed on his bottom lip, torn between wanting to go out there right now and ask Hongjoong on a date or just keep things as they were.
He finally pushed past those feelings and exited the bathroom. Hongjoong was in the kitchen, his body hidden by the open fridge door. Hearing Seonghwa come out, he peeked out from behind the appliance.
“Morning,” Hongjoong said with a grin, obviously more awake now than when he’d been on the couch. Seonghwa returned the smile as he made his way to the kitchen. “I was looking at what I have around here. I don’t have a whole lot, but I could make eggs and toast, if you want?”
It was a sweet offer.
Seonghwa wanted to kiss him again.
“If I can get another cup of coffee with it, that sounds great,” Seonghwa answered. As Hongjoong prepared breakfast, Seonghwa took it upon himself to pick up the few pieces of popcorn on the couch and floor, as well as refold the throw blanket and collect the coffee cups from the previous night to wash them in the sink. Hongjoong protested the entire time, saying he was a guest, but Seonghwa took advantage of the fact he was preoccupied with eggs to do as he pleased.
“So, is this a thing? You like things clean and organized?” Hongjoong asked. The espresso machine was going, spurting and hissing.
“I could just be a considerate guest,” Seonghwa noted.
“Yeah, but you folded the blanket. Last night and this morning. And you just wiped down the sink after washing those mugs,” Hongjoong said, tinted in amusement. Seonghwa felt a flurry of embarrassment under his rib-cage.
“… nothing wrong with being clean and organized,” Seonghwa muttered.
“Nothing wrong at all,” Hongjoong agreed with a grin. He lifted the pan to deposit an omelet on the two plates set on the counter. With perfect timing, toast popped up out of the toaster, and Hongjoong slid butter and butter knives on the island before grabbing it. Seonghwa added milk and sugar to his coffee before sliding onto a stool, and they were digging into their breakfast sitting side by side.
Cheese omelets and toast wasn’t anything difficult to make, but it was tasty and Seonghwa appreciated it.
“Thank you, for last night,” Seonghwa said after a brief lull in conversation, taking the last bite of his omelet.
“Hardly anything to thank me for. Are you feeling better? More rested up?” Hongjoong asked. The light of the sun was finally beginning to seep through the windows. It hit Seonghwa, then, with his coffee touching his upper lip, that Hongjoong’s sleeping schedule was switched, and he had mentioned an engagement in the evening.
“Yeah. A lazy couch-potato session was exactly what I needed,” Seonghwa replied. He was about to get up to bring his dishes to the sink, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him.
“I got it. Stay,” Hongjoong said pointedly, gathering both of their dishes and making his way to the sink.
“You usually go to bed around this time, right?” Seonghwa asked, the smell of coffee strong as he held it under his chin. Hongjoong shrugged as he did the dishes.
“Yeah, but I’m not in a rush to sleep. I had a power nap on the couch that I normally don’t get,” Hongjoong said, flashing him a smile over his shoulder.
“I don’t know if I would call it a power nap with your neck in such an uncomfortable position.”
“I know I’m an old man, but I’ll be fine.”
“You’re not an old man,” Seonghwa said with a roll of his eyes he knew Hongjoong wouldn’t be able to see. His fingertips grazed the coffee cup absentmindedly, his heart beating just a little faster in his chest. He knew he was running out of time. It was better to just rip off the band-aid, to quell this anticipation in his chest. “… what are you doing next weekend?”
Hongjoong placed the last plate in the dish-rack. He snatched a dishrag from the hook on the wall and turned around, drying his hands.
“Hopefully something with you,” Hongjoong answered, so sure and expectant, that Seonghwa didn’t even register he was smiling until it was stretching his cheeks. Tension that had been building in his shoulders eased, and he sighed.
“Good. I’d like that,” Seonghwa said. He wracked his brain, trying to think of a place he could invite Hongjoong out to, but was derailed when Hongjoong raised an eyebrow.
“Why did it look like you were relieved there for a second?” Hongjoong asked. Seonghwa inwardly cursed that he couldn’t keep his reaction in. The best he could do now was turn it into something teasing, least he show too much vulnerability.
“Well,” Seonghwa said, dragging out the word a bit and then pouting. “I did go the entire night without a single kiss.”
Hongjoong’s eyes softened, and that grin came back.
“Oh no,” Hongjoong goaded, hanging the dish towel back up on the wall. His eyes didn’t leave Seonghwa as he walked around the island counter. He stopped right in front of where Seonghwa sat, and Seonghwa actually had to look up at him from the position. Hongjoong’s hand on the curve of his jaw had him twisting in the stool to properly face him. “We have to do something about that right away.”
Seonghwa weakly clutched at the front of Hongjoong’s white shirt as their lips touched, and Seonghwa melted under the kiss. It was familiar, yet not, with the slow drag of their mouths not chasing after a carnal need, but rather intent on just breathing in the moment. Seonghwa did just that, following the push and pull with a honeyed fascination.
He felt like he could just sit there and be satisfied kissing Hongjoong for hours.
Yet, he allowed Hongjoong’s fingers to slip into his hair and hold the back of his head, allowed the kiss to deepen into something more passionate, something that stole his air and brought fire through his veins. He didn’t even realize when his hands had found purchase clutching at Hongjoong’s sides, not until he sucked Hongjoong’s bottom lip between his teeth and heard a low groan. It sent goosebumps across Seonghwa’s arms, and then Hongjoong pulled back.
“This is why I didn’t kiss you last night,” Hongjoong said. There was an undeniable heat in his gaze. Seonghwa swallowed, the butterflies wild in his stomach. It was powerful to feel so incredibly wanted, and that was exactly what he felt under that stare.
“What’s wrong with this?” Seonghwa asked with a smirk. Even so, he kept his distance.
“Absolutely nothing. But you were already pushing yourself. Wouldn’t want you to pass out on me,” Hongjoong replied, smug. Seonghwa made sure Hongjoong saw him roll his eyes this time.
“You’re so cocky,” Seonghwa huffed.
“I have a gorgeous man wanting to see me again next weekend. I have every right to be cocky,” Hongjoong replied, and Seonghwa was two seconds away from throwing all of his doubts aside and asking Hongjoong to be his boyfriend right then and there, but Hongjoong spoke again. “What about a redo? You can come back over here, on a Saturday this time. Get plenty sleep for me on Friday?”
It was tempting. So tempting. And he would.
He would, but…
“Can we go out somewhere first? Dinner?” Seonghwa asked. He curled his fingertips into his thighs, which was hopefully the only sign he was nervous about asking the question. He was determined to hold Hongjoong’s gaze to see his reaction.
There was a brief look of surprise on Hongjoong’s face, but it melted away as soon as it’d come.
“Where do you want to eat?” was Hongjoong’s answer, and once again, Seonghwa couldn’t stop himself from smiling.
---
If only there were a way to make the weekend come faster.
To its credit, once Seonghwa found himself back in the busy hustle of the week, the weekend did seem to barrel forward faster than expected. Until, on Thursday, Hongjoong surprised Seonghwa by showing up at the hospital with a french vanilla frappe from Mocha Motive, because he was ‘in the area’.
The fact that Hongjoong remembered his order, remembered the name of the coffee shop, after he’d mentioned it once in conversation, floored Seonghwa even more than the idea of Hongjoong taking the time to go get said drink and venture into an unknown place to bring it to him. He’d wanted to kiss Hongjoong right there, in front of patients and nurses alike.
When he told Wooyoung about it, Wooyoung had laughed loudly and said, “Snatch him up, then. Marry his ass.”
And maybe it was entirely too early for a conversation like marriage, but Seonghwa could definitely work on the ‘snatch him up’ part. He would have a lot of fun with the ‘snatch him up’ part. And that was why, despite the rush around him, Friday seemed to go by at a slow crawl, second by second. By the time he got out of his last class, took the train home, and showered, his body was thrumming with anticipation.
He raided his closet with a giddy excitement, flitting between this piece and that, trying to determine what he’d look best in. Or, more specifically, what he thought Hongjoong might like. They’d agreed to go to a nice restaurant, which Seonghwa did not have the opportunity to go to often, so finding something between casual and club was a bit of a challenge, but Seonghwa had always loved dressing up.
He settled on a silky, navy blue button-up and dark skinny jeans that hugged his ass. If it was slightly overkill for their destination, he didn’t think Hongjoong would mind. In fact, he hoped Hongjoong would want to rip it off of him as soon as he saw him.
Seonghwa smirked to himself in the mirror. He knew he’d been the one to ask Hongjoong to take him out on a date, and he wanted that. But all week, he couldn’t get that hungry look Hongjoong had given him that morning in his kitchen out of his mind. It set off a string of thoughts, all of them indecent, all of them connected to the memories he had of Hongjoong teasing him, fucking him, spanking him, calling him a good boy and sweetheart…
Seonghwa let out a shaky breath as he unbuttoned his shirt. Great, now he was hard. At least Wooyoung was at work. Maybe he could have a little fun by himself after he safely put away his outfit for tomorrow.
It’d be so much better if Hongjoong were there, though.
His fingers stilled when they reached the last button, his gaze trained on the tease of chest framed by the silky blue shirt. He glanced at the cell phone lying on his bed.
If he was going to be hot and heavy over here, he may as well spur on Hongjoong, too. It was his fault, after all.
He grabbed his cellphone and opened the camera app. He pulled his shirt open just a little more, cocked a hip out, and made sure to stare through the mirror when he snapped the picture.
Seonghwa
This isn’t too much for tomorrow night, I hope?
-image attached-
Pleased with himself, Seonghwa threw the phone back on the bed and rid himself of the outfit, folding the pants neatly and hanging the shirt back on its hanger. Seonghwa shivered, his room a little chilly, as he climbed into his bed and lied back against the soft sheets. He palmed at himself through his underwear, a deep sigh escaping him. Fingers traced his stomach and dipped into his belly button, images of Hongjoong dipping his tongue into the same place at the forefront of his mind. He squirmed under the sensations, and then there was a soft ding coming from his cell phone.
He reached over to grab it, lighting up the screen.
Hongjoong
Now what are you trying to do, sending me something like this?
You’re supposed to be resting.
A smile curled at the ends of Seonghwa’s lips.
Seonghwa
Just wanting an opinion, is all.
And I am trying to rest. I just think I’d rather be in your bed.
It was playful.
Provocative.
Seonghwa dipped his hand inside his underwear, wrapping his fingers around himself and letting a small whimper settle in the air around him. He wondered how Hongjoong would react if he took a picture of himself right now, hand wrapped around his cock. He wondered how Hongjoong would touch him, if he were here with him.
Hongjoong
You wouldn’t get any rest in my bed.
Seonghwa swiped a thumb over the head of his cock and moaned, shutting his eyes tightly after reading the message. What he wouldn’t give for that right now.
… why couldn’t he have that, right now? Obviously, Hongjoong was trying to be accommodating, and while Seonghwa appreciated that, he certainly wasn’t tired right now. He was the opposite of tired, wound up and horny and desperate to get his hands on Hongjoong. Hongjoong, who deserved to have his cock bounced on after bringing him an iced coffee on the job.
And oh, did that set a fire in Seonghwa’s chest. He wanted that cock in him; he wanted to ride it.
He tightened his hold on his cock with a mewl, taking deep breaths and trying to calm himself down.
Seonghwa
That’s why I want to be in it.
Can I come over?
Seonghwa shakily took his hand out of his underwear, his other hand holding the phone up so he could watch for a reply. He really hoped Hongjoong wasn’t busy.
Hongjoong
We said Saturday for a reason.
Seonghwa kind of wanted to reach through the phone and strangle him. Hongjoong was sweet, but Seonghwa didn’t want sweet right now. He hastily tapped back into the camera app and took a picture of the bulge still straining his underwear.
Seonghwa
The last time I was good, you spanked me anyway.
I’m not going to be good right now, with or without you.
-image attached-
Seonghwa briefly abandoned the phone to throw on a new pair of underwear and sweatpants, feeling confident in Hongjoong’s reply.
He wasn’t disappointed when he checked the phone again.
Hongjoong
With me, please.
I’ll give you whatever you want, sweetheart.
---
Really, maybe it was a little presumptuous of Seonghwa to hastily pack a duffle-bag filled with his date outfit and some essentials in preparation for staying over at Hongjoong’s place through Friday night until their date on Saturday evening, but Hongjoong did say he’d give Seonghwa whatever he wanted.
He sent Wooyoung a quick text, telling him not to expect him at home, and Wooyoung sent something about marriage again in all caps, which Seonghwa shyly smiled at.
The trek up to Hongjoong’s apartment was on auto-pilot, the polished number plates and linoleum flooring unchanging. Even the eager reeling in his chest was the same. When he knocked, it was mere seconds before the door was swinging open, as if Hongjoong had been right there waiting for him.
There was no phone pressed to his ear this time, just Hongjoong himself, with a grin on his face, stepping to the side to let Seonghwa in.
“You’re really not helping the incubus allegations tonight, you know,” Hongjoong greeted. Seonghwa huffed a laugh as he slipped his shoes off, hearing Hongjoong close the door behind him.
“I’m not trying to,” Seonghwa replied, twirling back around. He dropped the dufflebag off his shoulder to hold it in front of him, and Hongjoong glanced down at it. “I need to hang a shirt up before it gets wrinkled. Somehow I don’t think you own an iron.”
Hongjoong’s eyebrows shot up, and he placed a hand over his heart.
“Ouch? I do have an iron, I’ll have you know. It’s just been here since I moved in and I don’t even know if it works,” Hongjoong admitted, to which Seonghwa laughed. Hongjoong’s gaze dropped to Seonghwa’s chest and then roved back up. “The shirt from the photo?”
Seonghwa gave a cheeky smile and shrugged his shoulders. He walked away from Hongjoong, then, toward his bedroom. If there was a little extra sway to his hips as he did so, so be it.
“Is this your closet?” Seonghwa asked, gesturing toward a closed accordion door after he’d crossed the threshold into Hongjoong’s room and turned on the light.
“Ah, yeah…” Hongjoong said, and Seonghwa looked back curiously at the sudden nervousness in Hongjoong’s voice. The other man looked somewhat reluctant, fidgety. They locked gazes and Hongjoong sighed. “I might need to clean out that closet. It’s kind of haphazard in there. Sorry.”
Seonghwa placed the dufflebag on a dresser and unzipped it, endeared.
“A messy closet. The night is over. This date is canceled,” Seonghwa teased. He took hold of the dark blue shirt and opened the closet door. For how roomy the apartment was, the closet was fairly small, and it was stacked full of boxes and knickknacks. The rack was nearly full of shirts and jackets, but thankfully, there were a few empty hangers at the end. He couldn’t deny there was a part of himself that felt the need to organize surge up, but that was his normal, and now was definitely not the time.
“Oh, come off it. I just know you like things neat,” Hongjoong sighed. Seonghwa hung the shirt up and shut the closet door.
“And you want to impress me. I get it,” Seonghwa said, closing the distance between them to wrap his arms around Hongjoong’s shoulders. It was reflexive, the way Hongjoong took him into an embrace by snaking his arms around Seonghwa’s waist. It was unfair, how tempting the older man was, looking up at him. “You brought me coffee at work. I’ll let the messy closet slide.”
“Thank God I did that, then,” Hongjoong chuckled. He leaned in closer, and Seonghwa may have missed the tiniest head tilt if he wasn’t so fixated on the other’s closeness. Hongjoong probably wasn’t even aware of the movement himself, his warm gaze flitting between Seonghwa’s eyes and his lips, and Seonghwa drank in the desire held in it.
He really loved the way Hongjoong looked at him, like there was nothing he’d rather be doing. It wasn’t even always in a sexual way, though Seonghwa quite liked the thought of drowning under that heat, but in the pleasant lulls in conversation and in the bright waves of laughter and in the moments of curiosity.
Was it a good thing, to be this infatuated with someone in three weeks?
Seonghwa would let himself chew over that later, when Hongjoong wasn’t so close and begging to be kissed. He gave in to that pull, sinking further in the embrace to connect their lips.
Hongjoong pushed into the kiss, greedy in response, a soft smack between them before they joined again. Fingers dug into Seonghwa’s hips, pulling him flush against Hongjoong’s front, and Seonghwa arched his back into the movement, burying his own fingers in Hongjoong’s hair. It was so very satisfying, having Hongjoong to himself, able to touch and be touched, when all he’d had less than an hour ago was a thought and a yearning.
He let himself be guided until the back of his knees hit the side of the bed and Hongjoong’s hands were dipping beneath his shirt and sliding up his torso. Seonghwa only backed away from his lips to allow Hongjoong to pull the shirt over his head. Once the garment was on the floor, Seonghwa grabbed at the front of Hongjoong’s shirt and pulled as he sat back on the bed. Hongjoong followed easily, knee sinking into the mattress as he hovered over Seonghwa, sliding his fingertips over Seonghwa’s collarbone, down the center of his chest, ghosting over his belly button, and mischievously under the band of his sweatpants.
Seonghwa grinned at that, scooting further back on the bed.
“You’re eager,” Seonghwa goaded, palms digging into the mattress behind him. He knew leaning back like this showed off his body, all the way to the sweatpants dragging dangerously low on his hips after he’d scooted. Hongjoong’s eyes were jumping all over him as he followed Seonghwa’s movements, drawn to him like a magnet, crawling closer until his legs settled on either side of Seonghwa’s.
“I’m not going to deny that, but I don’t think you have room to talk,” Hongjoong replied. There was already a rough edge to his voice that made Seonghwa’s heart beat faster. Fingers curled around Seonghwa’s jaw, forcing his head up with a jerky movement. With their lips centimeters away, Hongjoong grinned. “I have pictures on my phone to prove it.”
Seonghwa grinned back, a witty comment on the tip of his tongue, but that tongue was otherwise occupied as Hongjoong eliminated the distance between them. The kiss was unrestrained, passionate, in a way that stole Seonghwa’s breath. Hongjoong’s hands were firm and warm and exploratory, earning every squirm and whine that Seonghwa was giving him. Seonghwa clenched at the shirt still on Hongjoong’s back, wanting it off this very second, so he could feel him, skin on skin.
His desperation must have shown through, because Hongjoong tore himself away and yanked the shirt off of his head. Seonghwa barely had a minute to look, to breathe, before Hongjoong was leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses and bites down the side of Seonghwa’s neck and shoulder. Seonghwa dug his fingertips into the skin of Hongjoong’s back.
“Are we keeping red as our word?” Seonghwa asked, gasping at the way Hongjoong sucked at his neck. Feeling a bit light-headed from all the blood rushing south, and now having nothing to anchor him since there was no way he was going to remove his hands from the feeling of Hongjoong’s warm skin, Seonghwa let himself fall back onto the mattress. As always, Hongjoong followed the movement, resting his body against Seonghwa’s. Their hips slotted together, and they both made an appreciative noise.
“You have something in mind that we might need a safe-word for?” Hongjoong chuckled, breathy, hoisting himself up to catch Seonghwa’s gaze. He deliberately rolled his hips, the action making Seonghwa whimper. Seonghwa wasn’t at all embarrassed to grab at Hongjoong’s hips and press himself back into the motion, loving the way Hongjoong’s breath caught.
“Not particularly,” Seonghwa sighed, drowning in the sparks of pleasure rutting up against Hongjoong was giving him. The position was wrong, though. It wasn’t what Seonghwa was craving. Following that thought, he started pushing at Hongjoong. “Off.”
The disgruntlement on Hongjoong’s face at the order was cute. He followed the word immediately, though, sitting off to the side and watching Seonghwa curiously, and then hungrily as Seonghwa slipped off his pants and underwear, leaving him bare.
“You too,” Seonghwa said, and Hongjoong hastily complied, ridding himself of his own clothing. Hongjoong’s cock was red and standing at attention, and the way Seonghwa pushed him down to crawl on top of him was impetuous. As he knew it would, the feeling of skin on skin was riveting, and Seonghwa was so very aware of every single place their bodies connected. He folded Hongjoong’s arms above his head, holding them down with his hands, caging him against the mattress. Hongjoong was lax beneath him, giving him control, smirking up at him like he couldn’t wait to see what Seonghwa was going to do. Seonghwa wanted him so badly in that moment, and hovered close to tell him as such. “I want to ride you.”
Hongjoong blinked, and then his entire face was flooded in amusement, eyes crinkling when he laughed.
“I was expecting something kinky. That’s about as far away from red as you can possibly get,” Hongjoong said. Seonghwa raised a brow.
“Are you disappointed?” Seonghwa asked, a deliberate pout growing on his lips. He let go of Hongjoong’s arms and made to sit back. Those arms immediately flew up and hands gripped at Seonghwa’s outer thighs.
“No, not disappointed at all. It sounds really hot, actually,” Hongjoong assured, thumbs caressing the skin within his reach. Appeased, Seonghwa rolled his hips. Without the barrier of clothing, their erections pressed together. Both let out a soft noise of pleasure.
“Ah, good. It was all I could think about when I sent you those pictures earlier,” Seonghwa said with a teasing smile. Hongjoong sat up, wrapping his arms loosely around Seonghwa’s waist.
“And the thought of riding my cock had you so horny that you just had to come here tonight?” Hongjoong asked, smug and so terribly handsome. Even with heat filling his cheeks, Seonghwa leaned down for a kiss. Hongjoong chuckled against those lips, but kissed back, a quick swipe of tongue making Seonghwa sigh before he pulled back. Seonghwa opened his eyes to catch Hongjoong’s gaze. “I have a request, too, sweetheart.”
Seonghwa really hoped that, whatever it was, it would speed up the process of getting the lube. His cock was aching.
“What is it?” Seonghwa asked, resting his forehead on Hongjoong’s. Hongjoong’s eyes nearly went cross-eyed as they fell to Seonghwa’s lips, and it was endearing as Hongjoong placed another kiss on them, like he couldn’t help himself when they were this close.
“Let me eat you out?” Hongjoong asked. Heat once again flooded Seonghwa’s cheeks. He groaned, slipping down until his forehead connecting with Hongjoong’s shoulder instead, and ignored Hongjoong’s little laugh.
“I… yeah. If- if that’s what you want,” Seonghwa said, his answering laugh weak and shaky.
“Do you want it?” Hongjoong asked. Seonghwa raised his head again, realizing how his words were taken.
“Yes. I’m just a little surprised,” Seonghwa admitted. Hongjoong relaxed within his hold.
“Well you better get used to it. You have no idea how many things I want to do to you,” Hongjoong said. With the way it was said, Seonghwa believe every word. It just made him hot all over again. So many things… that took time, right? Which meant Hongjoong wasn’t planning on letting Seonghwa go any time soon.
“Show me,” Seonghwa breathed. The surge of affection, of desire, swelled so sharply in Seonghwa’s chest it made him dizzy. It must have been written all over his face, because Hongjoong pushed forward, their lips colliding yet again, and Seonghwa tilted his head and pressed into it, digging his fingertips into the back of Hongjoong’s hair. He rolled his hips, eager for the friction, moaning into the heated kiss when fingers dug into his hips possessively. Seonghwa snuck a hand between them, wrapping around them both, bringing their cocks together with a flick of his wrist. Shivers ran up his spine when Hongjoong practically growled into his mouth, and Seonghwa whimpered when Hongjoong pulled back again.
“On your hands and knees,” Hongjoong instructed. The authority of it had Seonghwa following promptly, climbing off of Hongjoong’s lap and resting his elbows and knees against the soft sheets. He heard Hongjoong shuffling around through the sound of his heartbeat in his ears, heard the nightstand drawer open and shut, and his body gave an embarrassing jolt when Hongjoong’s hands were suddenly on his ass. Seonghwa bit his lip at the feeling of Hongjoong running his palms over his backside, squeezing with just a little too much strength. “This is a view I remember. I think the skin was a little more red, though.”
Seonghwa registered the sly tone just fast enough to tense his body as a smack filled the room around them and jostled Seonghwa’s body. A high-pitched whine tore itself out of Seonghwa’s throat as the sting radiated from his ass.
“That is not what you said you were going to do,” Seonghwa grumbled, lowering his head and breathing out slowly. That breath hitched when Hongjoong caressed the skin he’d just smacked.
“I was leading up to that. You have no patience tonight, do you?” Hongjoong purred. Seonghwa felt Hongjoong lean over him, and bowed his back when Hongjoong left a trail of open-mouthed kisses down the middle of his back. The hands on his ass slid around his hip, and Seonghwa’s eyelids fluttered when one wrapped itself around his cock. “Were you touching yourself when you were sending me those pictures, sweetheart?”
Seonghwa shook as Hongjoong’s hand pumped him, slow and rough.
“I did,” Seonghwa gasped. He gripped the sheets beneath him, his body on fire. “But not much. I didn’t… I stopped, because I wanted you.”
“Hm,” Hongjoong hummed behind him. The hand loosened around his cock to venture further down, fondling his balls, and Seonghwa squirmed under the administrations, lightheaded with want. “You said you weren’t going to be good, but that sounds like a good boy to me.”
Seonghwa’s answering moan was unrestrained and a little embarrassing. That phrase was going to be the death of him, he was sure, and Hongjoong knew it.
“Give me what I want, then,” Seonghwa chaffed, wiggling his ass. He could play along with this. Hongjoong clearly enjoyed being more dominate in bed, and it was something Seonghwa loved, but Seonghwa also had a sneaking suspicion that Hongjoong was weak for him. He would use that to his advantage any chance he could.
Both hands were suddenly gripping Seonghwa’s ass again, pulling his cheeks apart.
“This what you want, baby?” Hongjoong breathed.
Baby.
Seonghwa let the new nickname wash over him, giddy in trying to decide if he liked sweetheart or baby better, but then Hongjoong’s tongue was sliding against his pucker, and his thoughts shut down. His cheeks burned something fierce and his pupils shook as he stared down at the sheets. He gasped at the wetness, at the warm lips against his skin, at the way Hongjoong’s tongue dipped inside-
“Oh my God,” Seonghwa whimpered, burying his face in the bed. Something about this was so intimate, so indecent. Especially with the way Hongjoong was so eager, digging his nails and nose into Seonghwa’s skin, his tongue flattening and curling its way in and out, short pleased hums vibrating the air. Seonghwa wanted to push back into the sensation, wanted his tongue to slip deeper in and hit that spot he knew would drive him wild, but he used every ounce of self control he had to stay still and let Hongjoong lead. Hongjoong spread his cheeks even further apart, plunging his tongue deeper as the walls around him softened, wet and warm. A thumb pressed at the wet rim and made Seonghwa moan, his hips involuntarily rocking back just a bit. His cock throbbed, dribbling. “Hongjoong…”
The name came out throaty, wrecked, the way Seonghwa felt. Hongjoong breathed out harshly and pulled back.
“I love when you say my name,” Hongjoong growled, reverent, and then he dived back in. He sank his tongue in and pulled it out in repetition, fucking Seonghwa with his tongue, and Seonghwa writhed in response. It wasn’t long enough, it wasn’t big enough, but it was wet and brushing his rim with each movement and just the motion alone was driving Seonghwa insane.
“Hongjoong,” Seonghwa repeated, dazed and flustered at the way his skin was humming with pleasure. “Hongjoong, please.”
He wasn’t even sure what he was asking for.
Something.
Anything.
More.
Hongjoong’s tongue flattened over the softened hole, licking greedily. Seonghwa’s eyes rolled at the sensation, and then widened when two fingers slid inside, deliciously wet. Seonghwa wasn’t even aware of when Hongjoong had uncapped the lube and used it, but he moaned gratefully at how much farther those fingers could reach inside of him. They plunged in, curling, and Seonghwa couldn’t stop himself from rocking back into them.
“You are so fucking sexy,” Hongjoong said in pure admiration. He crooked his fingers in a way that had them pressing against new spots with soft squelching noises and making Seonghwa whine. “So honest about how desperate you are for it. For me.”
The words clawed at Seonghwa’s chest, ringing true in the way he was shaking.
“I am. I want you inside me so badly,” Seonghwa mewled, pressing himself back against Hongjoong’s fingers again. He was rewarded with a third finger and moaned at the stretch, wetness beading at the head of his cock. “I’ll be so, so good for you. Let me bounce on your cock.”
The way those fingers thrust inside him was rough, jolting his body.
“Fuck,” Hongjoong hissed, rubbing his fingertips mercilessly against a soft spot inside Seonghwa that made his knees tremble. “Is this enough? Can you take me?”
“Grab a condom and lube yourself up,” Seonghwa replied. A small, despondent sound escaped from between his lips as Hongjoong’s fingers retreated, leaving him empty. Seonghwa shakily sat on his knees, running a hand through his hair to get it out of his face and observing Hongjoong open a condom and roll it on. Seonghwa’s gaze lingered on his hard cock, anticipation settling low in his gut. He saw the bottle of lube abandoned on the bed and grabbed it, pouring some in his palm and jutting his chin toward the headboard. “Sit up against the pillows.”
Hongjoong crawled back into the bed, swiftly stacking some pillows against the headboard and sitting with his back against them. Seonghwa crawled over, wrapping his lubed hand around Hongjoong’s cock and smearing the wetness. Hongjoong let out a groan, his hips bucking up. Seonghwa met his gaze and smiled, wiping his hand on the sheet and settling in Hongjoong’s lap. He leaned in for a kiss, but was surprised when Hongjoong turned away.
“Ah… after that?” Hongjoong asked, looking unsure. Seonghwa surprise melted into amusement. He chuckled, grabbing Hongjoong’s chin and forcing him still as Seonghwa stole a kiss.
“Don’t even think about taking my kisses away,” Seonghwa admonished playfully. A smile played on Hongjoong’s lips.
“Noted,” Hongjoong said, kissing him yet again. Seonghwa melted into the kiss, enjoying the warm push and pull, reaching behind him to guide Hongjoong’s cock into him. He sat down, sinking himself on it, gasping into Hongjoong’s mouth. Hongjoong wasn’t much better, breathing harshly against Seonghwa’s lips.
“Mmm.. yes..” Seonghwa sighed, taking Hongjoong inch by inch, loving the burn of the stretch. He came to a stop as the bottom of his ass settled against Hongjoong’s pelvis, taking it all in. Hongjoong’s eyes were shut tightly in front of him, a deep red hue across his nose and cheeks, his lips parted. Seonghwa blinked at him fondly, proud he could affect Hongjoong in such a way. He adjusted his knees and reached forward to grab onto the top of the headboard, watching Hongjoong’s eyelids flutter open. Those burnt caramel eyes were filled with nothing but longing and Seonghwa wanted nothing more than to watch Hongjoong fall apart. “I’m going to move.”
It was the only warning he gave before lifting himself and falling back down. Hongjoong’s head tilted back and his eyelids fluttered, but that heated gaze stayed locked onto Seonghwa. Seonghwa used it as fuel to fuck himself on Hongjoong’s cock, unabashed in all the noises that escaped him as he chased his own pleasure. His movements faltered when Hongjoong wrapped a hand around his swollen own dick, pumping it in time with the rolls of his hips, and Seonghwa had a bit of a hard time keeping it together when every motion assaulted him with pleasure from both and back and the front.
“This is what you wanted? This is what you imagined, all alone in your bedroom earlier?” Hongjoong asked, licking his lips, breaking the intense eye contact to take in the scene in front of him. The words made Seonghwa hot, and he gripped the headboard, continuing to bounce even as his thighs started to burn. He nodded jerkily at the question, a breathy moan stuttering out at a particularly stimulated spot being brushed inside him. The gaze that dragged itself back up to Seonghwa’s own was ravenous. That cocky grin that Seonghwa absolutely loved slid across Hongjoong’s lips. “Such a good boy.”
A shudder raced down Seonghwa’s spine.
“For you,” Seonghwa answered, raw and dizzy. The response knocked Hongjoong’s cocky smirk off-kilter, and Seonghwa was suddenly being pulled forward by a hand at the back of his head, into a kiss that was messy and uncoordinated but undeniably passionate. Seonghwa’s hip rolls slowed into more of a grind in favor of the tongue exploring his mouth, but it did nothing to slow down the impending arousal that was building in his gut. Especially not when the angle hit that perfect spot, and Seonghwa moaned into Hongjoong’s mouth, rubbing himself on that spot over and over.
“Does it feel good there, baby?” Hongjoong asked against his lips, speeding up the hand gliding over the skin of Seonghwa’s cock. Seonghwa’s entire body quavered, sparks behind his eyelids, but he didn’t want to cum without bringing Hongjoong with him. He let go of the headboard, grabbing Hongjoong’s arms instead.
“Fuck me,” Seonghwa commanded. Hongjoong’s eyes darkened. He adjusted, sliding down and bending his knees to dig his feet into the bed. Hands encircled Seonghwa’s waist and then Hongjoong was fucking up into him with a brutal pace that stole Seonghwa’s breath away. He could feel how close Hongjoong was to losing it in his hasty movements, in his heavy breathing, in his glassy eyes. Seonghwa was barely able to touch himself before he gave into the feeling, cumming with a whisper of Hongjoong’s name, spilling between them. He felt Hongjoong bury himself in deep and still, cumming into the condom inside him, eyebrows knotted.
Seonghwa slumped over Hongjoong, breathing ragged. Hongjoong’s hands slid away from his waist, one wiping the thin line of sweat that had accumulated at Hongjoong’s hairline. Seonghwa slowly pulled back with a whimper, feeling every inch of Hongjoong slipping out of him, and fell back against the sheets in a tired but sated thump.
“… did you get what you wanted?” Hongjoong asked, smiling as he turned to face Seonghwa. Seonghwa grinned back, blinking slowly.
“Yes. I am very happy,” Seonghwa replied, loving the way Hongjoong’s eyes crinkled. It took a few more seconds for Hongjoong to recover, and then he was leaving the bed, muttering about taking care of the condom and getting Seonghwa something to wipe down with. It was so very much like their first night together in this room that it brought a smile to Seonghwa’s face.
The smile faded as he replayed Hongjoong’s question in his mind.
Did you get what you wanted?
Hongjoong returned and Seonghwa used the wet cloth to wipe down, pleased when Hongjoong climbed back into bed and under the covers. With the cloth placed on the nightstand, Seonghwa followed suit, cuddling close and resting his head against Hongjoong’s chest.
“Not going to run out on me this time, right?” Hongjoong joked. Seonghwa closed his eyes at the feeling of Hongjoong playing with his hair.
“No early-morning classes on Saturdays,” Seonghwa replied with an amused huff.
“Good, because we have a date tomorrow at a very fancy restaurant.”
“It’s not that fancy.”
“It’s going to become that fancy as soon as you walk in wearing that silk shirt. Should I wear my nerdy glasses and cardigan to balance it out?”
Seonghwa’s snort of laughter was sudden and ugly.
“We’d get looks for sure.”
“Can’t be all that bad if I pulled you wearing them,” Hongjoong said. Seonghwa felt his chuckle in the chest he lied on, and his own chest burned with warmth.
His heart pounded uncertainly as his next words formed.
“I don’t mind a nerdy boyfriend,” Seonghwa said. It was meant to come out teasingly, but his nerves got the best of him, and the delivery was weak. He stared at Hongjoong’s collarbone, hoping his body wasn’t as tense as it felt as he waited for a response. There was hope in the way Hongjoong’s fingers never ceased playing with his hair.
“… boyfriend, hm?” Hongjoong replied. Not being able to stand it, Seonghwa raised his head, looking up at Hongjoong who… was grinning. He cocked his head to the side. “So you want to level up to Bully Boyfriend. Rolls off the tongue well.”
Seonghwa was momentarily speechless.
“Oh my God, you are such a dick-”
Hongjoong didn’t let him continue, leaning up to kiss him with a smirk on his lips. Seonghwa returned the kiss, if not begrudgingly, because even if Hongjoong refused to let the whole ‘bully’ thing rest, he wasn’t brushing the topic off. He didn’t seem against it.
That lit a whole new kind of fire in Seonghwa’s soul.
“It’s kind of crazy,” Hongjoong said, pulling back from the kiss but still hovering close. He still had his hand in Seonghwa’s hair. “The second I decided, okay, guys are an option, the universe threw you at me like it was waiting for my slow ass.”
Seonghwa smiled widely, endeared.
“Hongjoong,” Seonghwa said, pinning him down with a heavy stare. He knew he couldn’t hide the delight behind it, and he was perfectly okay with that. “...are you saying we’re destined? I didn’t know you were such a romantic.”
Hongjoong rolled his eyes, but it was fond.
“It’s news to me, too,” Hongjoong said with an exaggerated sigh. The hand in Seonghwa’s hair moved down to Seonghwa’s bare waist, his thumb pressing into the skin beneath Seonghwa’s belly button. His grin was back. “I’ll be your nerdy boyfriend. I can’t promise I’ll always be a gentleman, though.”
Seonghwa knew the happiness he felt must be rolling off of him in waves, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.
He was ridiculously infatuated with the man in his arms and the feeling was mutual.
“Oh, that may be a deal-breaker,” Seonghwa responded, with an equally exaggerated frown. He tugged at Hongjoong, changing their positions and rolling him on top of Seonghwa. Seonghwa wrapped his arms around Hongjoong’s shoulders and the frown turned into a devious smile as he stared up at him. “Show me it isn’t?”