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Being tossed around by a person the same size as you was never something Hongjoong had considered. Someone bigger? Yes. Absolutely. He had lived with Yunho and Mingi, after all. It was hard not to picture things like that. Even Seonghwa was a potential option if he caught him in the right mood, but none of those options were the man he was having a fit over at this very moment.
He hadn’t considered Wooyoung, why would he? He was loud about taking it, the same size as Hongjoong, and pointedly not interested in him.
Or so he thought.
The first chink in Hongjoong’s armored defense came when he accidentally walked in on San riding Wooyoung and the younger of the two looking extremely at home in that position, whispering filthy things as his hands guided san’s pace. He’d apologized and scurried back to his own room, wide eyed and so beyond curious about that switch of roles. He’d assumed, like everyone else, that their roles were neatly defined. That was his first mistake.
The second hit came during a game show, where Wooyoung loudly selected Hongjoong for his game partner because he had a nice chest. He hadn’t thought Wooyoung had paid that kind of attention to him, but he was adamant about choosing him for it.
The third and final blow came during that same event when Wooyoung didn’t hesitate for a second to slam their bodies together, sliding his hands over Hongjoong’s entire torso to get a good grip. More than once Hongjoong had to bite his tongue to stop himself from making pitiful noises, but he was certain Wooyoung heard them anyway as he mercilessly dragged his weight around. His hands flailed, unsure where to touch and what to do. By the time it was over he was half hard, panting, and seeing Wooyoung in an entirely different light.
He was quiet on the way home, sat next to the very man he was actively trying not to think about. It didn’t help that Wooyoung was always so affectionate, a hand sliding over Hongjoong’s thigh as he laughed at something Yeosang said. His smile was wide, gorgeous and Hongjoong finds himself zoning out as he catches sight of it in the windows reflection.Wooyoung’s hand tightens on his thigh and sound rushes back in, he’d been totally transfixed that he hadn’t realized Wooyoung was speaking to him. “What?”
“Jongho is going out, did you want to watch a movie with me tonight?” His face is hopeful, his hand is hot and heavy, and Hongjoong’s head feels full of fluff.
“Yeah.” He answers without thought, staring into the warm brown of Wooyoung’s eyes. He was so entirely, utterly fucked.
Those eyes crinkle up in a smile and he goes back to talking to someone else but Hongjoong’s still floating in his new found misery.
The movie goes exactly as expected. Wooyoung has no concept of personal space and for once Hongjoong doesn’t fight him on it, still in shock at his own behavior. Wooyoung’s staring at him as the movie plays, he can feel it even though he won’t look to check.
Coward.
“Hyung-“ his voice is soft, rasping as he sinks fingers into the hair at the nape of Hongjoong’s neck. It makes the eldest shiver, and his resolve almost cracks. “Look at me.”
Hongjoong freezes up even more, if possible. There’s something in Wooyoung’s tone that tells him he’s been caught out. He can’t look, if he doesn’t look it’s not happening- “ah!” A pitiful sound, almost a moan, leaves him as Wooyoung’s hand tightens in his hair and pulls his head back, tearing the Captain’s gaze from the movie he wasn’t watching.
“Look at me.” There’s no negotiating this time, his fingers go lax and pet through the abused strands. Hongjoong’s quick to complex wide eyed and flushed with something he won’t name. “There we go, that’s a good captain.” His fingers card through Hongjoong’s hair, nails scraping his scalp and making the Captain’s eyes flutter. “Be honest. You want it, don’t you? What you saw me doing to Sannie?”
“Woo-“
“Did you think I wouldn’t notice? You’ve been staring at me, my hands, the way you moaned when I used you like a tool.” He laughs softly, inching a little closer to the captain who looked terrified. He leans in, lips a breath away from the leaders who for the first time ever, doesn’t flinch away. It’s all the confirmation Wooyoung needs. “You just want to be a toy? Don’t you hyung? You can tell me, go on. Ask me to use you like a toy.”
Hongjoong’s lips part and he’s surprised by the sound that leaves him, the whiney, breathy moan from words alone. Fuck. He’s half hard and Wooyoung’s barely touched him. The scent of his cologne is thick in the air between him and it makes Hongjoong’s head swim. He can already feel himself going fuzzy at the edges.
“I-“
“You’d make such a pretty little cock sleeve, I’d love to have you in my lap and listen to you whine for me. Don’t you want that?” His fingers are still petting through Hongjoong’s hair and he’s unable to think straight. Long eyelashes flutter, and he nods his head. He tries to lean in to kiss the younger, to take what he’s been thinking about but the fingers in his hair stop him.
“Ah- I need words, hyung. Say it or we stop.” His tone is so serious it’s almost sobering. Wooyoung is so handsome like this, the stern set of his face shadowed in the dim blue light of the television screen, the sparkle in his eyes, the glossy wet sheen where he’s licked his lips in anticipation.
“Yes, yes Wooyoung, want it.” The Captain licks his dry lips. “Use me.”
Once he’d accepted Wooyoung’s offer, things had moved so much more quickly than he’d expected. Wooyoung hadn’t hesitated for even a moment. His warm lips met Hongjoong’s own in an almost lazy kiss, indulgent, as long fingers stayed tight in his hair. Hongjoong’s own hands twitched uselessly in his lap, itching to touch but unable to make himself do it. Wooyoung breaks the kiss, reaching with his free hand and dragging Hongjoong’s onto himself, his hips rolling up against the leader's palm. It’s satisfying, the way his Captain gasps. He’s hard, throbbing against Hongjoong’s palm and it leaves him wondering just how long Wooyoung had been like that. “You want to be a good boy for me, don’t you Captain?”
His words are spoken against Hongjoong’s lips but all the leader can do is whine, nodding along with him. Wooyoung’s answering smile is vicious, all sharp teeth and ill intent. “Then go get in my bed. I want you naked when I get there.”
He’s kissed hard and released without ceremony, Wooyoung leaning back on the couch and palming himself to make up for the loss of Hongjoong’s touch. His body moves sinfully, head thrown back as he rolls up into his own much larger hand with an audible moan. Hongjoong’s practically drooling as he watches him, only remembering his orders when Wooyoung’s dark eyes meet his and an eyebrow quirks. “Well?”
He stands quickly, nearly stumbling over his own feet. It was terrifying to do this, but also invigorating. He takes one last look at Wooyoung’s form before he disappears down the hall, already tugging at his clothing before he’s even in the bedroom.
Wooyoung makes him wait, naked, for what feels like a century but in actuality is probably less than 10 minutes. When he finally joins him, Hongjoong is on his bed, naked and waiting, obedient.
“Good boy, hyung.” Wooyoung’s voice is soft, genuinely pleased with Hongjoong’s compliance. He tugs his own shirt over his head, crawling into the bed and between Hongjoong’s easily spread legs. The elder is rewarded with a kiss, the feeling of Wooyoung’s weight pressing him down, a large hand skimming down the bare skin of his thigh to hike it higher over his hip. “Being so good-“ it’s muffled in the kiss but Hongjoong still moans for him.
“You like when I talk to you, don’t you?” His hand abandons his grip just long enough to snag the bottle of lubricant from his night stand. The bottle clicks open as Wooyoung’s lips move along his jawline, teeth nipping as he slicks up his fingers. It smells like strawberries, like cream, almost faintly like the cake San likes-
The recognition has Hongjoong’s cock twitching, privy to something so personal and intimate between the two of them. “Yes, I like it. Please keep talking.” He begs softly, fingers twisting in the bedding beneath him. He’s terrified to touch what isn’t his, Wooyoung belongs with San in his mind. It doesn’t stop how good his mouth feels along his neck as a slick finger teases circles against his entrance. His eyes flutter and his head falls back hard into the pillows, Wooyoung’s teeth nipping at his collar bone as a finger sinks into him. It’s so much thicker than his own, each ridged knuckle dragging a shuddering whine out of him as he sinks deeper.
It takes Wooyoung’s mouth sealing around a nipple for Hongjoong to touch him, both hands coming to sink into his hair as he moans in a way he never has before. The finger pumping into him slowly is relentless even as he clenches around it with the added stimulation. “Young-ah!”
“Pretty Captain, Look at your tits. It’s a shame you haven’t let me have them before.” His teeth tug at a nipple and a somewhat shrill noise leaves Hongjoong, pink lips parted like he can’t quite comprehend the sound he made either. “So sensitive, look at you, my little toy. You make such fun sounds.”
Hongjoong pouts at him, but the expression is quickly wiped away as a second finger is slowly worked into him. The elders' thighs are shaking where they are spread by Wooyoung’s torso. His nails scratch at his scalp, one hand raking nails up his back as Woo’s tongue trails over a sensitive nipple again. His hips roll down to take the second finger faster. “Please-“
“Look at you, what would the others say if they knew our fearsome Captain was such a cock slut? Hell, it’s not even my cock yet. Just two fingers and look at the way you’re leaking for me.” His words are spoken into the cleft between his pecs, but Wooyoung pulled back long enough to show the Captain the absolute mess he was making against his own skin. He’d never been so hard before. Every single filthy thing from Wooyoung’s mouth was setting him off.
“No-“ he gasps, he doesn’t want the others to know, to see him like this. It was hard enough to get them to take him seriously with his height before debut, and now this?
“You don’t want me to tell them?” Wooyoung asks, timing it just as he curls his fingers, seeking and finding Hongjoong’s prostate with a ridiculously hot cry of confirmation from the man beneath him. He uses that as he slips a third finger into him, pumping and scissoring his fingers and watching Hongjoong’s hands rapidly scramble for purchase on the pillow under his head.
He wonders what Hongjoong would be like if his hands were bound, he wonders if his hyung has ever been fingered till he comes, talked over the ledge just like this. God he’s curious, but more than anything he wants to watch him sink down on his length. “Don’t worry Captain, I won’t tell them as long as you’re good for me.“ he slows the pace of his fingers down and Hongjoong makes a sound so close to desperation it almost makes Wooyoung feel bad for teasing him. “You’ll be good for me, won’t you?”
“Yes! Yes! Fuck! Yes I’ll be good, please Wooyoung!” He’s wild eyed and begging for it. It’s exactly what Wooyoung wanted. He makes the Captain bare a few more minutes of three fingers before he’s stripping off his own pants and wiping the excess lubricant along his own length. He catches Hongjoong watching him stroke himself, a little slack jawed and foggy.
“If you do a good job, next time I’ll let you suck me while I finger you open for it.” Those words leave him with such casual confidence, next time. Hongjoong can’t even be miffed that Wooyoung doesn’t believe it will be a one off. The dancer lays back against his own pillows and drags Hongjoong into place on his lap.
The blunt head of his length presses perfectly against Hongjoong’s entrance and it takes everything in Wooyoung not to simply buck his hips and drive home. He grabs handfuls of the Captain’s plump rear, groping and spreading him as Hongjoong braces his palms on either side of Wooyoung’s head. The angle changes and now he does buck his hips up, dipping just the very tip into the Captain, testing. “Are you ready for it?”
Hongjoong nods, eyes fixated on Wooyoung’s lips again. He licks his own before asking softly. “Kiss?”
“My toy wants kisses? You can have kisses.” His hips roll up just as his lips meet Hongjoong’s again, slowly sinking into him as his hands pull Hongjoong down to meet it. The elder breaks the kiss with a gasping moan, eyes fluttering as he takes every inch so slowly.
“Fuck. Fuck-“ he’s cussing, nails scraping against the sheets as he forces himself to breathe through the stretch. “Oh my god-“
“Just me here, Hyung.” The laughter that leaves Wooyoung is breathy, the Captain is so tight around him it’s insanity. His hands skim the idols torso, palming and kneading his chest like actual breasts. He can’t believe he’s so lucky to get to do this, to feel Hongjoong in his lap and rapidly falling apart for him. Every knead of his palms matches a shallow roll of Hongjoong’s hips, softly panted moans filling the air as he sets a shallow pace.
They stay like this for a few minutes, kissing each other stupid as they both adjust. Then Wooyoung’s fingers find a nipple and he tweaks it, earning a sharp cry and harder drop from Hongjoong back onto his cock. It has them both moaning, craving more as he does it again and again. Every pinch and twist has Hongjoong whimpering and whining in a way that makes Wooyoung itch to see if he can break him like this too.
He plants his feet and his hips jerk up, meeting the Captain’s drops now. He’s over stimulated as hell, hands full, cock buried so deep inside the leader and he looks gorgeous like this. His hair is a mess where he hovers over him, face flushed with arousal and his dark eyes are glassy with pleasure. “That’s it baby, look at you, look how good you ride me.”
“M-mph…” there’s barely any audible words leaving the Rapper, lips parting and slack as Wooyoung drives up into him again and again while toying with his perfect chest. He’s so whiny and soft, it’s driving Wooyoung insane. “Pretty cock sleeve, god you feel so good, you sure you don’t want them to know? We could let them all use you, make us all feel so good-“
“No!” He gasps, but the idea of the shame, the humiliation of all of the members knowing he liked this, letting them all use him like a toy has him coming hard, Wooyoung’s name spilling from his lips as he clenches around the younger. It doesn’t make Wooyoung stop, simply shifting his grip to keep the Captain suspended as he drives into his still fluttering core until he himself shatters.
Hongjoong watches distantly, floating through his own orgasm as Wooyoung comes undone beneath him and looks every bit like a god doing so. It takes all of his strength to stay upright to watch.
Wooyoung’s head is thrown back, long neck bared as his full lips part on a moan. Those sinfully pink lips deserve to be bitten and kissed raw, he thinks, fully intending to do so now that he was done thinking with his dick. Hongjoong’s lightly aware of the feeling of him coming, hot spilling inside him, Wooyoung twitching as he rides it out.
He wouldn’t change anything. Not a single thing about how this went even as his arms give and he collapses against Wooyoung’s still heaving chest. “Young-ah.” He’s soft spoken, lips against the younger skin as he almost hides from his question.
“Hmm?” Fingers trail the sweat slick skin of Hongjoong’s back, greedily kneading the flesh of his rear on each pass.
“Was I a good toy? Would… would you use me again?” It’s terrifying to ask but he has to.
It’s enough to make Wooyoung lift his head to look at the elder, so small and insecure in his arms. A hand comes up to cup the Captain's cheek, thumb dragging across his lower lip. “Whenever you’ll let me, I’d be happy to play with you until you break.”