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Seonghwa feels like Hongjoong is hiding something in their sex life.

It’s not like sex is bad… It’s wonderful, everything and so much more for Seonghwa. He loves the way Hongjoong leaves him trembling all the time, how he makes him an overstimulated mess, how he can draw multiple orgasams out of him in such a short time.

But the unsteady feeling is always there. He usually thinks about it after sex when Hongjoong falls asleep next to him.

Hongjoong seems to be holding back. Holding back what, Seonghwa isn’t sure, but he knows that there is some secret he won’t tell him. 

And he doesn’t know why he would hide whatever makes him so… weird? during sex. They have been together for almost a year now: Seonghwa loves him more than anything and there is no such thing that would make him think otherwise. So why is the other keeping secrets? That is one of Seonghwa’s concerns right now that he is trying to put an end to.

How? Oh he’s not sure about that yet! But he’ll make sure that he knows it by Friday night: Starting on Wednesday when he meets his best friend for a tactical talk.

Wednesday:

Hongjoong is in the studio once again, one of the groups he produces music for are having a comeback soon so he is always working. Seonghwa is used to it by now: he himself works a lot too, his schedule always full of photoshoots: being a photomodel for skincare companies and for smaller clothes brands his symmetrical face is wanted.

But he has his day off and so does Wooyoung. And so Seonghwa is sitting at their favourite coffee, the one  with the orange cats going around in it, sometimes stopping at tables and begging for the foam of their coffees.

The traffic is crazy today: some big celebrity came from America and everyone’s crazy about it, so Wooyoung texted Seonghwa he’ll be a little late since his bus is also late. Seonghwa decided to order for the both of them anyways, he knows what Wooyoung likes and at least it’ll be ready when he arrives. The smiley man who will be their server: his name is San and he is always the one to come and get the order, comes up to Seonghwa with a raised eyebrow.

"Hi there! Where is Wooyoung-ssi?” He asks immediately and in his mind Seonghwa rolls his eyes at the immediate question about Wooyoung. He is ninety-nine percent… no, actually like one hundred percent sure San has a crush on his best friend… who also has a crush on the other so he doesn’t understand any of the dancing around.

But Wooyoung is a scaredy cat as Wooyoung likes to refer to himself and he wouldn’t do anything about it, aside whatever situations like this are.

“He is coming too, just a little late…” Seonghwa smiles at San who mods firmly before he takes Seonghwa’s and Wooyoung’s order.

And Seonghwa was in fact right: when Wooyoung arrived, so did the coffee too. Wooyoung sat down in front of him, looking a bit flushed and out of breath and mostly mad. Seonghwa raised an eyebrow.

“Everything good?” He asks and Wooyoung just rolls his eyes before he starts to speak.

“These motherfuckers are obsessed with everyone out of this country! What are they even liking about this guy so much?…” and he goes on about the traffic and the people that bumped him in the ribs with their elbows, how he hates everyone that is not Seonghwa or his mother and how he just wishes for the day to end.

Seonghwa listens silently and when Wooyoung is finished with his rage quit, he takes a big breath before he smiles kindly at the other.

“Sooo… what did you want to talk about?” He asks as he takes a sip from his caramel frapuchino… which has extra-extra caramel drizzle in it and on it ever since he once mentioned his liking towards it to San. What a surprise!

“I think Hongjoong is hiding something in our sex life…” Seonghwa says whispering and Wooyoung raises an eyebrow at it, looking confused.

“I thought you said it’s heavenly with him?” He asks and Seonghwa sighs as he shakes his head slightly. 

“Because it is… but how do I even explain this to you Woo- he says as he looks up to think a bit. Because really how does he explain what he feels? If sex is good then it’s good. Then why all the fussing? -I just have a feeling” he says shrugging and Wooyoung laughs a bit before he speaks. 

“That’s not enough evidence for you to just come at him!” He says and Seonghwa sighs before he nods. Because that is in fact true. But still he feels weird about it.

“I’ll try to explain it okay?” He asks and Wooyoung nods before he takes a long sip from his drink. He is not looking at Seonghwa, but Seonghwa already knows who he is looking at: him and San must be making eye contact.

“Pay attention to me!” He says and Wooyoung flinches a bit before he looks back at Seonghwa who has a satisfied smile on his face.

“I feel like he’s stiff…?” He says and Wooyoung’s eyes widen.

“Like when he’s fucking you? His body?” He asks and Seonghwa gently shakes his head.

“No! Like in mind?” He says and Wooyoung nods in understanding.

“Ahh I see…” he says and he leans over the table to make sure he is properly heard by Seonghwa.

“You should just ask him about it…” he says and Seonghwa nods. Is it really this easy?

“There is nothing much you can do about it afterall” Wooyoung says as he leans back on the dark wooden chair and he shrugs.

Maybe he should. But what if the other reacts in a bad way? At the end of the day this question is definitely not a positive one: hiding something feels like accusing the other of the lack of trust they must have in the other. And in their sex life? Oh you are just bad in bed don’t worry!

But that is not what Seonghwa means. In the end of the day his pleasure is important for him of course, but then Hongjoong’s is even more important for him. Because what does a good orgasm mean if the other lacks something?

“Maybe you are right…” he says as he takes another sip from his coffee. But instead of the usual sweet flavour, a bitter and unwanted taste is what welcomed him.

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So when he goes home of course the first thing he does is deep dive in the internet and read all the articles about how you confront your partner about this.

It seems easy. It really does.

Don’t be too straight forward: slowly build it up! Explain your feelings as much as you can, to let them understand your feelings: assure them this is not a way of saying they don’t do enough for you. Make sure to listen to them and their feelings too.

Easy as that! Seonghwa smiles to himself: afterall maybe he is just a bit more anxious than how he should be! That must be the case! He’ll just make sure to be as careful as possible. He’ll do it tomorrow: after he comes home from tomorrow’s photoshoot. He won’t be waiting for Hongjoong 

today: he probably will be coming home in the middle of the night and he’ll just lie next to Seonghwa, holding his asleep close to him before Hongjoong himself falls asleep too.

So Seonghwa gets ready for bed: calm and smiley. Tomorrow all the unsureness will go away and he can finally please Hongjoong the way he likes it! This is why he loves to be in a relationship with Hongjoong: they can talk about everything freely. He goes to sleep smiling to himself covering himself  with the warm covers that smells faintly like Hongjoong’s perfume and he falls asleep in minutes.

Thursday:

“Seonghwa-ssi tilt your head a little more to the right side!” The photographer yells to Seonghwa, who does as he’s told and tilts his head a little more.

“Perfect!” He says after a few more clicks are heard and Seonghwa finally gets to loosen his stiff body that he was trying so hard to keep in place. 

“Honestly that’s all for today” the photographer… Yunho maybe? says and Seonghwa sighs as he bows a bit and leaves him there. The make up noona offered to remove his make up, but he decided to let the offer down and just get home. So that’s what he does: he changes clothes and leaves earlier than he expected to. He texts Hongjoong that he’ll head home: he convinced him in the morning to stay home for one day to have some rest.

And call him evil but of course also for the talk! He feels anxious all over again and he can’t wait to be over it. Just finally feeling confident in his relationship again is all that he wants.

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When he gets home Hongjoong is in the kitchen and the whole place smells like something delicious: spicy and a little bit sweet. He puts his stuff down and walks over where Hongjoong, actually is done with the food and is just putting it on plates. He looks up from where he is taking out a serving and smiles at the other.

“Hey baby” he says as he walks over to Seonghwa kissing him, the kiss making Seonghwa dizzy and hazy and warmth spreads over his cheeks and nose. When they pull off, Hongjoong smiles at him, the smile going from ear to ear and Seonghwa feels his blush deepening.

“I made us food” Hongjoong states happily and Seonghwa can’t help the sound that his stomach makes, a loud and angry growl from not consuming anything all day besides water. 

“Good. I’m starving” he says and Hongjoong nods as he puts the plates of food over the small dining table sitting near the kitchen and he points at it as he sits down.

“Sit!” He says gently and Seonghwa does so.

While they are eating Hongjoong asks about Seonghwa’s day and just like all the other times he talks about it in detail: from the beginning of the morning to the end of the photoshoot. 

And Hongjoong listened. Just like he does all the time, sitting in silence and not reacting until Seonghwa is at the very end of the story and he stops speaking. It’s no different this time, he comments on the story afterwards. And after he did all that came was silence. Mostly comfortable silence though, maybe for Hongjoong, but not for poor Seonghwa who was still bouncing his knees from nervousness.

“I think you are hiding something in our sexual life”

Oh what a great fucking job Seonghwa! He spent half of his free night alone reading articles why you should not just bring it up like this. But it’s far too late, isn't it? The chopstick that Hongjoong was bringing to his mouth to take another bite of food, stops midway and Seonghwa also freezes as the reality of his words hit him.

“What?” Hongjoong asks, his voice calm but still there is a slight tremor to it, a slight shake as he asks the one word question, that makes Seonghwa’s heart pump loud in his ears.

“I uhm… just forget it…” he says and Hongjoong puts his chopsticks down before he speaks.

“No! I heard what you said. I'm just choosing not to take it seriously! What are you even talking about Seonghwa?” He asks his tone firm and maybe even a bit angry. Seonghwa looks down at his hand that he is fidgeting with in his lap before he shrugs

“It really doesn’t matter…” he says and Hongjoong lets out a scoff.

“We are not doing this… explain yourself please ” he says and Seonghwa looks at him frowning. He doesn’t understand where all of this madness is coming from.

“There isn’t much to explain Joong-ah. I feel like you are not telling me something about our sex life.” He says and Hongjoong scoffs again as he looks at Seonghwa with a raised brow.

“Are you trying to say I don’t satisfy you?” He asks and Seonghwa immediately looks up, his eyes wide as he shakes his head.

“No! No no no! That’s not the case here…” he says and Hongjoong frowns looking clearly confused.

“Then what is the case huh?” He asks and Seomghwa sighs before he speaks.

“I feel like… I am the one not satisfying your needs. Like you are missing something from me…” he says and Hongjoong’s eyes widen. He really looks like he hit a nerve.

“And what even makes you think that?” He asks, obviously offended by the “accusation”.

“You just act like it!” He says, now raising his voice a little bit and Hongjoong leans back on the chair, his face clearly amused. Seonghwa rolls his eyes at it before he speaks again, this time a little more softly and comforting. Maybe this time he can bring out the truth from the other.

“Look Joongie… if you have some sort of kink you can always just tell me… you know I’m here for everythi-“ he starts and Hongjoong cuts in his words fast and sharply.

“I don’t have a kink!” He says his voice is higher pitched just like how it is when he lies. Seonghwa knows everything: there is nothing much the other can hide from him and vice versa.

And why defend himself this fast if there is nothing? This is more than suspicious behaviour, at least that is what Seonghwa thinks about this situation.

“Really? You don’t seem like it!” He says and Hongjoong’s jaw drops from the pure shock of sudden attitude. Seonghwa rolls his eyes before he speaks a little more calmly again.

“You can tell me every fantasy of yours Joongie… you know I am a freak!” He says and Hongjoong rolls his eyes as he slams the table hard. Seonghwa flinches from the sudden anger and the sudden loud noise and Hongjoong stands up before he speaks.

“I don’t have any fucking kink or whatever and I don’t know where’d you got that from! If you have a problem with our sexual life you could’ve told me straight away, instead of thinking I am a pervert! I am heading to the studio.” He states and he picks up his jacket that was resting on the back of the chair.

And with that he is gone.

And Seonghwa just sits there, remaining silent for hours.

Because that was unexpected. He really didn’t mean it going this way: he imagined a calm conversation about sexual frustration and Hongjoong explaining what he feels. Not whatever this was. He has never seen the other act like this before and it makes his heart clench unpleasantly in his chest. He shakes his head after a while, before sighing loud and standing up, taking their dishes to the dishwasher and cleaning them. He tidies the kitchen too and when he’s finished he heads to take a shower. At least Hongjoong told him where he went and didn’t just disappear, leaving Seonghwa even more worried than how he is now.

He still texts the other. He tried not to, he really did, but the urge didn’t disappear and he is too worried.

Seonghwa: Hongjoong please let’s talk

You know I didn’t mean it like that

I just want the best for you

Come home and lets talk

All he got as a response was being left on seen. He didn’t know what to expect though: after all, Hongjoong is mad. Seonghwa sighs as he puts his phone away and he decides to just try to sleep.

Friday:

But sleep wouldn’t come. Not a blink of it. Seonghwa is staring at the white ceiling of their bedroom when his alarm chimes loud and mocking. He groans as he gets up to turn it off and he puts his hands over his face, rubbing it aggressively. He has a photoshoot today: he is going to look so horrible and he’ll give a hard job to his make-up noonas. He sighs as he sits up to do his morning routine. A quick shower and a nice skincare is all he needs now. 

Hongjoong didn’t come home. Seonghwa assumes he must’ve stayed in the studio and slept on the uncomfortable couch there. He did this frequently in the beginning of their relationship, until Seonghwa told him about disliking this. And here they are now. Hongjoong doing this again, for what Seonghwa isn’t sure. What is he trying to prove this way? Seonghwa starts to feel slight anger mixing with the immense guilt he feels. Because he is hurt too: and who is Hongjoong not listening to his feelings too? He scoffs as he puts his clothes on and searches for his bag. He leaves the apartment annoyed.

And the annoyance stays with him during work too and he can’t seem to relax. Because work is always a form of relaxation to him: yes he sometimes has to be in uncomfortable positions, but after all he loves his jobs and it’s well paying too. 

But today he can’t help but be stiff, having a slightly uncomfortable facial expression stuck on his face. The photographer: the same guy from yesterday, even mentioned it and Seonghwa apologised.

“It’s okay Seonghwa-ssi! You are pretty anyways! I just noticed a change from yesterday, that's all!” Yunho says with a kind and comforting voice and Seonghwa can’t help the smile that creeps up on his face and the warmth that spreads through his chest. After last night's harsh words, something nice like this makes him feel good. He sighs before he follows the instructions of the photographer again, this time a little more calm. But Hongjoong doesn’t leave his mind.

He really doesn’t. Throughout the whole day his mind that he hates so desperately right now, kept playing the fight he had with Hongjoong about something so stupid. And now he actually is getting mad: he texted Hongjoong one more time during the day and he left him on seen again. Hongjoong is overreacting and Seonghwa is sure of that. He could’ve told him that he doesn’t have any sort of kink and they could’ve moved on.

Instead Hongjoong decides to get all hysterical and call out Seonghwa for something he didn’t say. And oh how Seonghwa hates when people do this to him.

And for that reason he decides to treat himself: he goes to his favourite place to get abura soba at and he asks for a big meal today. He eats it in the corner of the small place and he is watching Instagram reels with his headphones connected to his phone, so that other people can’t hear what he is listening to. He takes his time and he doesn’t hurry, he even talks with the old lady that owns the place.

And when he gets out the restaurant the sky has already turned into a beautiful shade of dark blue, with the little tiny dots making it bright as day. Seonghwa tilts his head upwards to look at them.

“I love the stars so much.” Hongjoong said while Seonghwa was looking up at the night sky. 

“Do you?” Seonghwa asked Hongjoong and he looked down only to find the other staring at him.

“Yes. They remind me of you” he said as he connected their lips together.

That was their first kiss. And Seonghwa scoffs as he looks down at his foot again and starts to head back home. 

He turns the key in the lock and he enters the apartment. He quickly realises he hasn’t turned off the lights, which is weird because he doesn’t even remember turning them on. 

“This is why sleep is important" Seonghwa mumbles to himself as he takes off his shoes and throws his bag down in the little pouffe sitting near the door. He takes a look at himself in the full length mirror hanging on the wall: an exhausted figure stares back at him. He rubs his eyes harshly as he groans and heads to the living room.

Only to find Hongjoong sitting on the cream coloured couch, his elbows resting on his knees. Seonghwa stops in the middle of the room, his heart picking up a faster beat as he stares at the also exhausted looking man in front of him.

“Hwa…” Hongjoong says and his voice has a slight tremor to it. Seonghwa frowns as he looks down at the other, clearly confused, before he scoffs and heads to the kitchen that is connected to the huge living room.

“Decided to head home?” He asks as he takes a water bottle out of the fridge and opens it, taking a sip from the cold beverage. Hongjoong looks up at him and Seonghwa’s heart clenches uncomfortably in his chest. Because the man looks like he is guilt tripping: his eyes are big and round, glistening with unshed tears. 

“I’m sorry Hwa…” he says his voice barely above a whisper, like he fears if he talks too loud he might cry. Seonghwa rests his hands on the kitchen island as he tilts his head a bit. Hongjoong seems like he hasn’t finished with talking, so Seonghwa remains silent waiting for the other to continue.

“I was so stupid…” Hongjoong says and Seonghwa hums in approval, because yes he in fact was stupid.

“Yes you were. You twisted my words out!” Seonghwa says and Hongjoong starts to nod fast and rapidly.

“I know! I know and I am so sorry Hwa…” he says as he was begging for forgiveness. Seonghwa rolls his eyes even with this act.

Because after all he still hasn’t answered his question. And Hongjoong seems to notice as he nods one more time firmly, as he straightens his back and puts his palms over his thighs. He sighs before he speaks.

“It’s just that… so the reason I acted so defensive is because you were right…” he says his voice again really quiet. Seonghwa raises an eyebrow at the statement and he hums. Hongjoong clears his throat before he speaks up again.

“I’m not even sure if it’s a kink of mine… it’s just if I think about it I get so horny…” he says and Seonghwa frowns deep as he pays all of his attention to Hongjoong.

“And it’s really embarrassing Hwa…” he says as he looks down at his hands that are still resting on his thighs and he is now gripping the fabric of his pants.

“Embarrassing?” Seonghwa asks and Hongjoong nods one time really slowly.

“Yes… very… and I was and still am afraid that you would be weirded out and think I am a pervert or so…” he says like he is confessing a crime. Seonghwa raises an eyebrow before a small smirk tugs at his lips.

“There isn’t much that freaks me out Hongjoong” he says with a scoff and he shrugs. Hongjoong is quick to look up and shake his head.

“You don’t get it… It really is weird…” Seonghwa rolls his eyes as he groans.

“Just spit it out Kim Hongjoong! If I don’t like it I’ll just let you know! You won’t be in trouble…” he says and Hongjoong is now grabbing the fabric of his rough jeans so hard that his knuckles are turning white.

“I have this fantasy of me calling you something…” he says and Seonghwa feels more than confused.

Calling him something? What, like Hyung? Hongjoong has called him Hyung plenty of times even in bed so he doesn’t understand all the fuss.

“And what would that be?” He asks and he sees Hongjoong squirming where he is sitting and a blush spreads on his beautiful youthful cheeks. Hongjoong then says something inaudible and Seonghwa frowns again as he leans his head closer as if it would fix the distance between them and if he could hear him better this way.

“I didn’t catch that? Speak up Hongjoong-ah, you are getting on my nerves!” He says angry and Hongjoong is staring at his hand as he speaks, this time loud and clear.

“Mommy! Okay? I think about calling you Mommy!” Hongjoong finally spits it out and Seonghwa suddenly freezes. 

Because what? His boyfriend acting submissive? Hongjoong? The one who doesn’t let him cum until he says so? The one who acts dominant all the time? Calling him Mommy? Seonghwa’s skin burns funny at the thought of it and he feels a shiver going down his spine. 

He is not weirded out. Not the slightest, he is actually turned on by the thought. Because the nickname makes him feel like he is the one in control, like he has everything over the other man, whose submission is clear and he’ll do everything for his Mommy. He almost feels powerful. 

“Seonghwa? My fucking god I ruined everything I should’ve just shut the fuck up-“ he says as he stands up quickly and Seonghwa doesn’t take his eyes off the other as he speaks.

“Sit down.” He says and it’s more like a command.

And Hongjoong does sit down, without Seomghwa having to tell him twice. 

Seonghwa walks over to the seated Hongjoong and he stops right in front of him, lifting his face by his chin.

“Look at me baby” he says and Hongjoong does look at him with a tear from his wide chocolate brown eyes rolling down warm on his cheek. Seonghwa wipes it away with his thumb. Hongjoong leans into the warm palm of Seonghwa’s and he smiles at the act.

“I am not weirded out” he states and Hongjoong looks at him still with a bit of insecurity written on his pretty face.

“Really?”  He asks and Seonghwa nods reassuringly

“Yes baby. I’m not… in fact…” he says as he tilts Hongjoong’s head up even more.

“I’m really turned on right now…” he says and Hongjoong’s eyes brighten up from the stament.

“R-really?” He asks and Seonghwa hums in a low tone.

“Really” he says, still caressing the other’s cheek. Hongjoong seems genuinely so happy and Seonghwa feels blood going south at it.

“Don’t you want to help Mommy? Hm baby?” He asks and Hongjoong’s breath hitch as he looks at Seonghwa, who has a playful smirk on his face. 

“C-can I?” Hongjoong asks and Seonghwa nods.

“Of course you can…” he says and Hongjoong reaches towards Seonghwa’s belt and he rests his hand on it. He looks up at Seonghwa as if he is asking for permission and Seonghwa nods one time. That is all it takes for Hongjoong to remove the belt of his then to slide down the zipper of his jeans. He pushes off the other’s jeans until the middle of his thighs and he gulps one time when he sees that Seonghwa has gotten fully hard, his erect cock straining against the thin fabric of his black boxers. Hongjoong locks eyes with the bulge there and Seonghwa giggles as he runs his thumb along his jaw.

“Won’t you do something about it?” He asks Hongjoong who nods one time before he pulls off the other’s boxers to his pants and he whines when Seonghwa’s cock springs free, hitting his stomach.

“M-mommy’s cock is so pretty. Mommy is so sexy” Hongjoong says in a higher pitched voice and Seonghwa feels his cokc twitch in interest .

“Be a good boy and open up Joongie…” he says and Hongjoong looks up at Seonghwa as he opens his mouth wide and darts his pretty pink tongue out, ready to take the other as soon as he wants to. Seonghwa is trying hard not to cum from the sight of Hongjoong in such a vulnerable state, so he takes a breath before he rests the blunt tip of his dick on Hongjoong’s warm tongue . Hongjoong moans as he feels the weight of it on his tongue, the sound raw from his throat and Seonghwa begins slowly pushing into the warm, wet mouth of Hongjoong’s. Hongjoong closes his lips around Seonghwa’s girthy cock and Seonghwa groans at the tight heat surrounding his dick. When he first hits the back of the other’s throat, Hongjoong gags a bit and Seonghwa pulls back a little.

“Breathe through your nose baby, okay?” He says and Hongjoong nods, while his lips are still stretched around Seonghwa’s cock , his cheeks flushed a pretty red shade.

Seonghwa starts to push again and this time he finally bottoms out. Hongjoong’s sharp nose hit him. He looks down at Hongjoong, only to find him staring up at him and oh gosh he is so fucked out already. His eyes are glistening and his cheeks are flushed red, oh so red. He is fluttering his eyelashes at Seonghwa and Seonghwa takes his cheeks in his hand before he speaks.

“If it’s too much, I want you to tap Mommy’s thigh twice. Do you understand?” He asks and Hongjoong nods.

“What do you do if it’s too much?” He asks and Hongjoong raises his hand to Seonghwa’s thighs before he taps it two times. Seonghwa makes an impressed face at it before he speaks.

“Good boy. Listening to Mommy so well…” he says and Hongjoong moans around him, the vibration of it making Seonghwa’s now aching cock twitch in interest. He smiles before he gently tugs at the black hair of Hongjoong’s as he starts to thrust into the warmth of Hongjoong’s mouth. He moans as Hongjoong sucks around him, making his mouth and even tighter sensation to the other. He keeps fucking Hongjoong’s face, grabbing him by his hair and moving his head with the harsh thrust of his. Hongjoong moans sometimes around him and it goes straight to his dick. 

“Such a good boy. Taking me so well” he says and Hongjoong closes his eyes, and Seonghwa is mesmerised by how the other’s lips stretch so perfectly around him. Seonghwa notices that Hongjoong is not touching himself, but he is painfully hard: Seonghwa assumes from the outline the other’s cock over his jeans.

“Such a good boy not touching yourself without Mommy’s permission.” He says and Hongjoong only nods as he meets Seonghwa’s hard thrust by bobbing his head down. Seonghwa moans as he tugs at Hongjoong’s hair even harder and he picks up an even faster pace. Hongjoong still hasn’t tapped his thigh: he assumes he must enjoy this more than how Seonghwa himself enjoys it, by how he now started to squirm, probably from the uncomfortableness in his jeans. Seonghwa moans as he is still thrusting into Hongjoong’s wet mouth and he throws his head back as he comes down on the other’s throat without a warning. Hongjoong swallows around him and Seonghwa groans at it.

When he pulls of a very very fucked out Hongjoong is what meets him: eyes glistening with tears and his cheeks wet from the ones that have already fallen from his eyes. His cheeks are still flushed red and his chin is shining with cum and spits mixture, his lips are pouty and a nice pink shade. Seonghwa scoops off some of the cum of his that is at the side of Hongjoong’s lips and he pushes his thumb into Hongjoong’s mouth, who obediently closes his lips around it, closing his eyes, and he swallows the cum as if it was his last meal. 

“You did a great job baby…” he says and Hongjoong looks up at Seonghwa, his hand still strictly lying on his thighs. 

“Thank you Mommy” the name falls off his lips so innocently that he forgets how obscene this actually is. He pouts at the man in front of him and he puts his foot over the hard erection of his. Hongjoong whines and hisses at the sensation of dick finally being touched in a sort of way and he bites his lips hard to prevent more sound falling from his lips.

“It’s okay Joongie… I want to hear all your pretty sounds” he says and Hongjoong moans.

“That’s it…” he says and he digs his foot a little firmer on Hongjoong’s crotch. He squirms where he is sitting on the couch and Seonghwa suddenly pulls off.

“What do you want to do about Joongie?” He asks and Hongjoong looks at him with pleading eyes. He looks so shy and Seonghwa feels like he might be obsessed.

“C-can I fuck you M-mommy?” He asks coyly and Seonghwa can already feel being half hard again as he caresses his hair and he nods.

“Be more specific Joongie… how do you want to fuck me?” He asks and Hongjoong whines as he looks at Seonghwa.

“I want Mommy to ride me! I- I want Mommy to u-use me!” He says with a high pitched voice and Seonghwa’s eyes almost roll to the back of his head. He nods as he presses his lips into a thin line.

“You want Mommy to use you?” He asks and Hongjoong starts nodding, so desperately Seonghwa almost comes from the thought of Hongjoong wanting to be used by him this bad.

“I wanna be your toy Mommy… please Mommy I’m begging you… I’ll be good I promise… I promise I won’t even touch, I’ll just be there and take it… Mommy please.” 

Seonghwa’s eyes are wide open from pure shock, because Hongjoong is crying. Like full blown crying his whole heart out, more like sobbing, the wet and salty tears rolling down his cheeks fast. His shoulders are shaking and Seonghwa feels his dick twitch hard, and he feels that it’s fully erect again. He shakes his head in disbelief before he speaks.

“O-okay baby… you’ve been good, I… I’ll use you…” he says and Hongjoong looks up at him with a wide smile spreading on his wet face and his eyes brightening up with joy.

“R-really? Mommy will use me?” He asks and Seonghwa nods slowly as he lowers himself to Hongjoong’s level.

“Yes… I’ll use you… but we need a system okay?” He says and Hongjoong’s eyes are wide open with confusion.

“A system?” He asks quietly. Seonghwa nods before he speaks.

“Yes! Do you know the traffic light system baby?” He asks and Hongjoong shakes his head slightly in shame.

“I-I don’t… sorry Mommy…” he says his voice trembling and Seonghwa quickly caresses his face, shaking his head kindly.

“It’s okay baby! I’ll tell you, okay? Green is go, okay, yellow is slow down and red is a hard stop! If you feel good say green! If you need me to slow a bit and you need a little time you say yellow! And when you are uncomfortable or something isn’t right…” he says and he looks at Hongjoong seriously. “You say red! That is for hard stop! You can use any of it whenever you feel like it, okay? And if you lie to me if I ask you what colour you are…” he begins and Hongjoong is looking at him with a serious expression on his face. “You are going to get punished Joongie…” he says and Hongjoong’s breath hitch.

“P-punished?” He asks and Seonghwa nods with a slow nod.

“Yes… now. Repeat the system!” He commands and Hongjoong nods.

“Green is for Ok, go, yellow is for slow down and red is hard stop Mommy!” He repeats, pride written on his face doe remembering it so well. 

“Yes! Good boy! Now…” he starts as he takes his pants and shirt off and he climbs into Hongjoong’s lap. Hongjoong yelps from surprise and he keeps his hand to himself. Seonghwa giggles before he speaks.

“You can touch me…” he says and Hongjoong’s hand immediately flies to his waist as he squeezes the soft flesh there.

“Mommy is pretty” he says, his lips pouty and his eyes fixated where he is holding his waist.

“Am I?” He asks and Hongjoong looks in his eyes as he nods.

“Yes! Mommy is the prettiest!” He says and Seomghwa moans as he squeezes his waist harder this time. 

“Okay… Joongie you have to prep Mommy if you want her to use you…” he says and Hongjoong moans as he nods. He takes a hold on Seonghwa’s back and his ass he pulls them up in a swift motion and heads to their bedroom that Seonghwa left messy in the morning, but now it’s done. Seonghwa makes a mental note to thank Hongjoong for tidying up the room but now all he can focus on is how soft and careful Hongjoong puts Seonghwa down on the bed. 

“Can I go and get lube Mommy?” He asks and Seonghwa nods and hums in approval and with that Hongjoong is at the nightstand drawer, searching for the little lube. When he finds it he immediately goes to Seonghwa who shakes his head, this time in disapproval.

“No getting on the bed with clothes that you were outside with! Strip baby!” He commands and Hongjoong nods obediently as he takes all of his clothes off fastly.

His cock is standing proudly between his legs and Seonghwa’s mouth waters at it. Hongjoong is large. Like above average large and Seonghwa first thought he might rip open from it, but with good prepping he has the most enjoyable dick to get fucked on. He climbs on the bed between Seonghwa’s legs who shakes his head as he locks his legs over his waist and changes their positions, so that Hongjong is lying flat on his back and Seonghwa is straddling his hips. 

“I’ll prep myself Joongie and you are going to watch. But you can’t touch me or yourself! Understood?” He asks and Hongjoong nods.

“Use your words!” Seongha commands and Hongjoong gulps before he replies.

“Yes Mommy I understand!” He says and Seonghwa smiles knowingly .

“Good boy…” he purrs as he takes a good amount of lube on his fingers and he starts to warm it a bit. He keeps eye contact with the other during the whole time, teasing him with just his eyes and he sees the other man's breathing getting heavier and heavier. He looks like he is in pain.

“Does it hurt baby? He asks Hongjoong who squirms before he replies.

“So bad Mommy… It hurts so bad Mommy!” He says and Seonghwa curves his mouth downwards pretending to be sad at the statement.

“You have to wait a little more, baby… But you’ll get a nice reward I swear! Don’t you like the pain a little?” He asks as he pulls his wet fingers to his fluttering hole and he starts to circle his rim. Hongjoong’s eyes are locked where Seonghwa is playing with himself and he nods in agreement.

“Yes! I love the pain Mommy! It’s so worth it…” he says as he bites his lip when Seonghwa puts not one but two fingers in himself in one go. The stretch burns and it’s uncomfortable but everything to tease the other over to the edge. Hongjoong’s breath hitches as he watches Seonghwa starting to move the fingers in and out of himself, scissorsing them. He whimpers a bit at the pain of it, but after a while it turns into white pleasure. He puts in a third finger too and he sees Hongjoong gripping the soft sheets under him. He keeps eye contact through the whole time and when he finally feels ready for the other, he gets his fingers out of himself, leaving his hole clenching around nothing. He looks at Hongjoong who kept his words, his hand still lying useless next to him.

“Are you ready for me Joongie?” He asks and Hongjoong nods eagerly. Seonghwa takes some lube and without warming it up, he slicks up his boyfriend. Hongjoong hisses, both from the touch and both from the cold sensation of the lube and Seonghwa watches him struggling to keep still as he is stroking him really slowly, stopping at the blunt red head to circle it. Hongjoong moans a bit and Seonghwa pouts at it.

He lines himself up with Hongjoong’s dick, but before he sinks down he speaks.

“The no touching rule is still on by the way!” He says and he slams himself down in one swift motion. It hurts like a bitch, it burns and stings but the look on Hongjoong’s face makes everything feel so worthed. He takes a few moments to get used to Hongjoong’s immense size and after he feels like he is ready, he lifts himself and smacks himself down. He moans out from the feeling of being full, oh so full, it feels like Hongjoong’s dick is in his throat and he loves it. He loves how Hongjoong is looking at him and where their bodies connect together. 

He starts to bounce on the other picking up a fast pace and Hongjoong told him to use him: so he does. He doesn’t care about the other that is lying under him, he uses him as he was his biggest dildo he ever owned. And the best part? That Hongjoong loved it. Every single moment of it is pure white and sparkling pleasure. He watches as his lover, his Mommy bounces up and down on his huge dick, how his hole stretches beautifully as he is searching for only his pleasure. Seonghwa cries out as he hits his prostate-or that is what Hongjoong assumes- because Seonghwa grinds his hips in a way it hits him the same way and Hongjoong is a whining mess under him from the tight sensation of Seonghwa clenching over his dick.

“M-Mommy…” Hongjoong says and Seonghwa looks at him as if he was bothering him. 

“What?!” He spats as he keeps on grinding his hips on Hongjoong’s cock, that massage it just well. Hongjoong’s eyes fill with tears: His Mommy is so mean to him. Seonghwa noticing this, he doesn’t stop his motion on the other’s dick, but he wipes his cheeks before he speaks.

“I am sorry baby… Mommy got a little lost in pleasu… talk to Mommy baby! What’s you colour?” He asks and Hongjoong grips the sheets under him, his knuckles whitening.

“G-green” Hongjoong whimpers. “M-Mommy pl-please…” he says and Seonghwa raises himself up before he smack himself down hard again. Hongjoong lets out a pornographic moan before Seonghwa speaks.

“Please what, baby?” Seonghwa says a little of breath from the brutal pace he picked up.

“Please can I touch Mommy? Please c-can I move to help Mommy? Please Mommy, I was such a good boy!” Hongjoong cries out and Seonghwa moans at the begging of Hongjoong.

“Have you been?” He asks and Hongjoong nods.

“M-Mommy please don't be mean… I just want you to feel good Mommy…” Seonghwa’s eyes roll over to the back of his head as he lets out a choked moan.

“You can touch Mommy! You can move! Help Mommy cum!”  He says and that is all the permission that Hongjoong needs to take a hold on Seonghwa’s waist, gripping it hard and to thrust upwards, meeting Seonghwa halfway of bouncing. Seonghwa lets out a loud moan at the newer sensations. His pace gets messy, but Hongjoong helps him he really does, as he guides Seonghwa to make himself feel the best.

“M-Mommy look!” Hongjoong says as he takes Senghwa’s hand that was holding onto Hongjoong’s shoulder and puts it over his lower belly. 

He feels the bulge. The bulge of Hongjoong’s cock moving in and out of him with a brutal pace. Hongjoong tightens his grip on his hand, lying it more flatly against his stomach to feel it better.

“I saw it Mommy! Do you want to see it too?” Hongjoong asks and a tear falls from his eyes. Seonghwa nods as he removes his and Hongjoong’s hand from his stomach. And he sees it too. The bulge coming out from his stomach, the visible outline of Hongjoong’s cock buried deep inside of him. 

“Oh my god” Seonghwa says as he spurts thick stripes of cum all over his belly and his chin and some even get on Hongjoong too. 

But he doesn’t stop riding the other. Because okay he finished but Hongjoong did not.

“Mommy what a-are you doing?” Hongjoong asks and Seonghwa shushes him.

“Be a good boy and ahh! C-cum for Mommy ahh” he says and the next moment with one hard thrust that leaves him limp against Hongjoong’s body, trembling, he feels Hongjoong coming deep inside of him, the warm liquid filling him up. 

Seonghwa lies on Hongjoong’s chest and they stay silent for minutes or hours,the only thing heard in the quiet room is their heavy breathing. Hongjoong pulls out after a while and Seonghwa whines at the loss of feeling. 

Seonghwa is the one to get up and pull the other into a dizzying kiss: slow and deliberate, something special. Hongjoong kisses him back just the same way and he feels warmth spreading through his whole body. 

When they pull away, Hongjoong refuses to meet Seonghwa’s eyes. 

“Hongjoong-ah… look at me!” He says and Hongjoong looks at Seonghwa, unsureness written all over his face.

“I love Joongie” Seonghwa says and Hongjoong blushes. He actually does blush, which he doesn’t do often.

“I love you too Seonghwa…” he says and Seonghwa plants a kiss on his lip.

But Hongjoong doesn’t seem to relax. So Seonghwa sits up until he is fully seated in the other’s lap before he speaks.

“What’s wrong now?” He asks and Hongjoong closes his eyes from embarrassment.

“I uhm… Did you… Did you like it?” He asks and Seonghwa scoffs. Because in what world did he act like he didn’t like it?!

“Are you serious right now? Did I seem to be not enjoying myself?” He asks and Hongjoong freezes and starts to visibly think.

“Uhm.. no…” he says and Seonghwa nods.

“I loved it! It was so fucking hot, god Hongjoong I’m getting hard again.” He says as he looks at his neglected member. “The real question is. Did you like it?” He asks and Hongjoong’s eyes widen before he nods fast.

“I did! It was so amazing!” He says and Seonghwa smiles lightly.

“Then what seems to be the problem here?” He asks and Hongjoong shakes his head shyly.

“I’m not sure…” he says, his voice barely above a whisper. Seonghwa shakes his head as he leans close before he speaks.

“Maybe we should do this more often…” he says and Hongjoong’s eyes widen.

“R-really?” He asks and Seonghwa nods.

Because fuck he hasn’t felt this turned on in years. If he thought sex was heavenly with Hongjoong before, then this is on the next level.  He stares at Hongjoong beautiful fucked out face before he speaks.

“Really.” He says as he takes a piece of hair out of the flushed face of Hongjoong’s. Hongjoong smiles at him coyly and Seonghwa kisses him one more time.

“You idiot! Why not tell me sooner?!” He asks and Hongjoong looks down at the pale and smooth stomach of Seonghwa’s instead of his eyes.

“I don’t know… I just feared you might think I am weird!” He says and Seonghwa scoffs.

“Then we are weird together!” He says and Hongjoong’s smile only grows bigger. He puts his hand on the other’s waist and grips it. Seonghwa squirms in the touch before he makes a face. He is sticky with sweat and cum and he feels dirty and weak.

“I love you so much, but I desperately need to take a shower and so do you! But I don’t think I can get up…” he says and Hongjoong only grins as he suddenly stands up, lifting Seonghwa up with him. Seonghwa yelps in surprise as he locks his legs around his waist and puts his hand over his sweaty neck.

“Yes Mommy” says Hongjoong as he leads them to the bathroom.