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Hongjoong's back hits the door hard, Seonghwa already sinking to his knees in front of him. They only have fifteen minutes before they need to be on stage and it takes Seonghwa an entire five just to get into his stage persona. Hongjoong doesn't exactly like those odds but he can't find it in himself to voice it as Seonghwa pulls his pants down his thighs and his panties to the side to immediately stuff him full of two fingers.
"Hwa, we don't have time for this," he tries to say, his attempt at being reasonable being shut down with just a look from the elder.
"I want to eat you, Joong," Seonghwa murmurs, pressing his lips to Hongjoong's folds in an open mouthed kiss.
"You're going to ruin your makeup and we don't have time to fix it!"
Hongjoong hears a quiet hiss of disappointment and then Seonghwa's fingers are inside him again, his thumb pressing incessantly into his clit as the two inside of him turn to three. He rocks his hips forward to chase the feeling and Seonghwa presses kisses to his thighs instead.
"Fuck you're so pretty baby," Seonghwa whispers into the skin. Hongjoong lets out a high moan that he doesn't quite muffle behind his hand. Seonghwa's eyes flick up to his, a dangerous glint in them. "C'mon Captain. We only have a few minutes. I know you don't want to go out there frustrated."
Hongjoong gasps as Seonghwa's movements pick up, the stretch of the fingers inside of him and the pressure on his nub almost too much. "What about you?"
"Oh baby, I'll be fine. Don't gotta worry about me," Seonghwa promises and then bites Hongjoong's thigh hard. The multitude of sensations has Hongjoong's orgasm taking him by surprise. He feels Seonghwa smirking against his skin as Hongjoong's walls pulse around his fingers.
Seonghwa pulls his hand away, repositions Hongjoong's panties, pulls his pants up, and then stands, not even bothering to wipe the mess from his fingers. He elects to stare Hongjoong straight in the eyes and lick it off them instead.
Later that night, Seonghwa walks his fingers up his chest, dips them in his mouth, and continues his dance solo as if he didn't taste Hongjoong right there on stage.
"You kept complimenting me the whole live," Hongjoong mutters, focused on clearing off the table. He doesn't see Seonghwa watching his every movement like he's starving.
"I compliment you often," he replies. Seonghwa sits on the edge of the bed, leaning back on his hands some, still watching Hongjoong intensely. "We literally went to Lake Como and I complimented you the entire time. They had to cut hours of footage of just me calling you pretty and sexy and cute and—" he's cut off by Hongjoong finally looking up and meeting his gaze with pink cheeks.
"Seonghwa please. I have things I need to do today."
Seonghwa tilts his head to the side, eyebrow raised in question. "I'm not doing anything?"
"You're looking at me like you want to eat me."
Seonghwa shrugs, keeping his gaze intense. "I always look at you like I want to eat you. What's the issue now?"
Hongjoong considers that, then decides not to answer. He walks over to the desk in the room and sets the finished Lego sets on it. He feels more than anything else Seonghwa get up and press against his back to kiss down his neck. "Seonghwa…" he breathes, trying to admonish the older man. It doesn't really work, especially when he tilts his head to the side to give better access anyway.
"Yes Captain?" Seonghwa's voice vibrates against Hongjoong's skin as he speaks. It nearly pulls a moan out of him but he swallows it down.
"I don't have time."
"You never have time." There's a barely-there pout to Seonghwa's tone, one that Hongjoong doesn't miss. "Just something? Really quickly?"
It's hard for Hongjoong to say no to Seonghwa. He's never really been able to. So he turns in the man's grasp and presses a kiss directly to his lips before sinking to his knees and nosing at the bulge that's already prominent in Seonghwa's sweatpants. It earns him a groan from Seonghwa, a hand fisting in his hair immediately. "You want it, hyung?" Hongjoong's voice drops to something more velvety. He feels the grip in his hair tighten as Seonghwa urges him forward.
"You know I do, Hongjoong. Get to work."
Hongjoong doesn't have to be told twice as he yanks Seonghwa's pants and underwear down, licking his lips as his cock springs free right before his eyes. He wastes no time in wrapping his lips around it, not even teasing. He really doesn't have a lot of time to do this.
Seonghwa lets out a hiss as soon as the heat envelops him. Hongjoong can feel the way his hips twitch, wanting to push forward despite the fact that Seonghwa is trying to keep still. Hongjoong takes him all the way, swallowing around him as soon as he feels the head hit the back of his throat. He looks up through his lashes and sees Seonghwa's head tilted back in pleasure. "Fuck, baby. Always take me so good," he praises.
The praise goes straight to Hongjoong's head. He swallows again and then begins bobbing, making sure his tongue wraps around the shaft on the way up. He lightly scrapes his teeth along Seonghwa's tip like he knows the older man likes and Seonghwa's grip in his hair becomes tight enough that Hongjoong feels it in every movement of his head. Hongjoong lets out a pleased hum around Seonghwa and it's all Seonghwa needs to pull his head flush to his pelvis and start fucking Hongjoong's mouth.
Hongjoong immediately goes pliant, letting Seonghwa use his mouth to his heart's content. When his head is held flush to his pelvis again, Hongjoong feels the warmth of Seonghwa's seed fill his mouth and a muffled moan rips up his throat. Like the good boy he is, Hongjoong swallows every drop as Seonghwa's grip relaxes and he pulls out of his mouth.
Seonghwa pulls him up off his knees to lick the bit of cum and saliva that trickled out of the corner of his mouth and then kiss him. "Go do your captain duties."
Hongjoong touches himself to the memory that night.
The past two and a half months have been a blur of concerts, recordings, festivals, practices, and practically no sleep. They used to thrive on this chaos. The adrenaline from everything used to fuel them to work hard.
Now, Hongjoong is restless. The lack of sleep is catching up to him. Helping most of the members record their solos, write the lyrics for them, plus trying to prepare for comeback is more than he's been used to in years.
Plus, Seonghwa waited until nearly the last minute to record his solo. He had to rewrite too many of the lyrics. The other producers told him that they were pushing the boundary too much, too risque. So they both had to spend time rewriting lyrics that Hongjoong thought encapsulated Seonghwa exactly how he wanted to be seen to fit their image better. Hongjoong was already frustrated enough about it.
Now, sitting in the hotel room with Seonghwa, who's so fucking focused and sexy when he records, Hongjoong is a little bit distracted.
"Does that sound okay?" Seonghwa asks, holding out the headphones to Hongjoong.
It takes a moment for the words to register in Hongjoong's brain. He blinks slowly at Seonghwa and reaches for the headphones to put them on. He hears Seonghwa's voice surrounding his every sense and immediately gets distracted again. He has to replay the same part twice more before he can say anything.
Seonghwa stares at him, bottom lip sucked between his teeth as he waits for feedback. Hongjoong doesn't usually replay parts unless he finds something odd about it.
"It's good. Sorry. I… I'm a little distracted, Hwa."
Seonghwa frowns. "Do we need to stop for the day?"
"We have too much to get done to just stop here. I still haven't even worked on mine. I'm worried it won't get done in time for the release or the tour. I need to get yours done."
"Hongjoong, it's okay to take a break." Seonghwa makes a point of pulling the headphones off the smaller man's head and putting them on the table they're using as a makeshift desk. "You deserve at least time to breathe."
"I'm just stressed, Hwa."
Seonghwa moves closer, the mic long forgotten as he all but crawls into Hongjoong's lap. "Then let me relieve some of that stress."
Hongjoong doesn't have the brain power to say no. He doesn't have the desire to, either, though he really should.
Seonghwa's lips trail down Hongjoong's jaw and then to his neck. He nips lightly at the skin and Hongjoong is gone. He simply melts in Seonghwa's hold as if there are no other responsibilities in the world, let alone in the room.
Seonghwa is in complete control, as he is in most things, and Hongjoong just lets him maneuver him however he needs. He ends up with his back on the mattress and Seonghwa between his legs, tearing his shorts down his legs and to the floor. Hongjoong falters for just a moment. "Hwa, it's hot. I haven't showered today!"
Seonghwa shoots him a sharp glare from his position on the floor, pressing directly on his nub through the fabric of his underwear and the breath is stolen from Hongjoong in a surprised gasp. "Don't care. Relax. That's what you're meant to be doing."
Hongjoong does just that. He knows, logically, that Seonghwa does not care. For fuck's sake, he's done worse in a tighter time constraint after an entire concert where Hongjoong has been sweating. So he leaves it be and snakes a hair into Seonghwa's hair as Seonghwa tosses his underwear to join his shorts.
Seonghwa dives in like a starved man. It's been too long for both of them, Hongjoong knows that. His tongue presses insistently inside of Hongjoong, tasting him and moaning like it's the best meal of his life. It probably is, in Seonghwa's opinion.
Hongjoong's moans are unbidden, not caring that the people in the rooms nearby may hear him with Seonghwa's tongue feels like a dream. It's not long before he's rocking his hips along. Seonghwa's nose presses against him just right every time his hips move upwards and his orgasm hits him hard. His whole body locks up as he rides Seonghwa's nose and tongue through the waves. When he's finally relaxed again, Seonghwa pulls away, pressing kisses to Hongjoong's thigh as always and then wiping his face with the back of his hand and giving Hongjoong a cocky grin.
Hongjoong is able to focus a lot better the following days.
Lemon Drop stages are a lesson in patience for Hongjoong. Every stage outfit that Seonghwa wears drives him wild. He thought the white baby tee and jeans falling off Seonghwa's ass was bad enough, but it just got worse. The darker the outfit, the more Hongjoong wanted Seonghwa to just take him backstage and use him.
Which was a real problem when Seonghwa pulled him aside on the day of their last stage and whispered to come with him instead of following the others back to the green room.
Hongjoong likes to think he's a smart man, but something about one Park Seonghwa makes him do incredibly stupid things.
Like getting bent over the sink in the bathroom at Music Bank and getting stuffed full of Seonghwa from both ends.
His mouth is wrapped around Seonghwa's fingers, sucking at them as if they were his cock, which they were most definitely not considering it was so deep inside of Hongjoong's pussy that he can feel it in his stomach.
The fingers do nothing to keep his moans at bay, not with Seonghwa whispering filthy words in his ear and tugging at his earrings with teeth. "So fucking pretty" and "taking me so fucking well Joongie" reverberate in Hongjoong's head.
His orgasm always crashes over him before he can really process it's going to. He suspects that's exactly how Seonghwa likes it, considering not even a second later he feels warmth flood inside of him as Seonghwa buries himself further and drops his head to Hongjoong's shoulder to muffle the moan that follows.
They stay there for just enough time for their breathing to come back down to a normal level and then Seonghwa pulls out, catching the cum that follows with a paper towel that Hongjoong doesn't even know when was acquired. He cleans both of them up with another, this one wet, and Hongjoong relaxes into the touch for just a moment.
Then there's a kiss placed on his lips and they leave the bathroom.
Wooyoung makes fun of Hongjoong's flushed face the entire ride home.
It has to be some form of torture that Hongjoong has to watch Seonghwa dance half naked in chains and being choked on stage every night of tour. He should have known that Seonghwa would find some way to make his ambiguous solo lyrics freaky on stage.
Hongjoong is glad he can't visibly get affected.
Seonghwa is glistening with sweat every fucking night, driving Hongjoong insane.
They're halfway through the first leg when Hongjoong finally pulls Seonghwa aside and decides he has to do something.
He didn't really expect that something to be swallowing Seonghwa's dick in a dark corner of the Tacoma Dome with Legacy in the background. Hongjoong knows this is reckless, but fuck, his voice is about to get ruined anyway when he screams for Guerrilla so why not try his luck.
He's got a solid two and a half minutes before they have to be back on stage. Seonghwa's moans are muffled into the back of one of his hands, the other gripping Hongjoong's hair so hard he feels it at the root.
He feels the first spurts of cum hit the back of his throat with a good ten seconds to spare. Hongjoong swallows every drop, tucks Seonghwa back into his pants, and presses a kiss to his parted lips.
Seonghwa chases after his lips but gets interrupted by a voice in their in-ears telling them to return to their places. He audibly groans and follows after Hongjoong.
Hongjoong's voice miraculously is fine the rest of the night.
The end of August rapidly approaches. They have about a week between the show in Arlington and their show in Mexico City. Hongjoong originally planned to stay with just Balm and a manager in LA during that break, attending a music camp and working on his skills yet again.
Something in him tells him to invite Seonghwa along.
It's awkward at first, having time to themselves. Balm and their manager leave them alone one night, saying they wanted to go out sight-seeing and shopping with their downtime. Hongjoong tells them to go ahead and enjoy themselves. They don't have this much free time any other time.
That does leave him alone with Seonghwa for a full afternoon and well into the night, though.
Hongjoong curls up on the sofa at first, a movie on the TV that he's not even really paying attention to.
"Hongjoong," Seonghwa's voice calls from the glass doors that lead to the pool outside. Which Hongjoong had avoided looking at strictly because he could not think straight with Seonghwa relaxing on a float in the middle of the water, sun shining on his golden skin and making him look like a fucking god amongst men. "Why don't you come join me? It's just us."
Hongjoong looks over then, eyes widening as he sees a dripping wet Seonghwa standing there, hand propped on his hip and hair pushed back. He is devilishly handsome. He always has been and that's always been Hongjoong's downfall.
He can never say no to Seonghwa.
He tries, though. "I'm not dressed for the pool, Seonghwa."
Seonghwa scoffs. "You're in basketball shorts and a cut off shirt. I think that's fine enough. Fuck, you could go naked if you wanted to. No one is here."
Hongjoong's eyebrows shoot up to his hairline. "Naked? What? There's no way that's fun. The chlorine will—"
"The chlorine will get inside you either way dude. Just shower after." Then Seonghwa shrugs, turning away. "It's fine if not though. Have it your way."
And Hongjoong knows Seonghwa is trying to guilt trip him into joining him.
Unfortunately, it works.
Hongjoong walks outside to the edge of the pool and sits, watching as Seonghwa swims a couple of laps. He's always been drawn to water. Hongjoong isn't sure if it's because Seonghwa really is part siren like so many fans speculate or if it's just because he grew up by the ocean. He seems so natural in the water that Hongjoong gets lost watching him for longer than he means to.
Seonghwa swims up to him and positions himself between Hongjoong's legs, arms resting in the gap where Hongjoong spreads wider to accommodate. "Hi, pretty," Seonghwa says, his voice soft as he gazes up at the captain. A smile plays on his lips and his eyes are full of such adoration that it almost makes Hongjoong shy away.
Instead, he reaches out to brush some of the wet strands of hair back from Seonghwa's forehead. "Hi yourself."
"This as far as you're coming?"
"I'm having a good time watching you."
Seonghwa laughs, a hand playing with the hem of Hongjoong's shorts idly. "Yeah, I'm sure. You always are a sucker for me when I'm dripping wet."
"I suppose we have that in common then."
Seonghwa cocks his head to the side in thought. "Yeah, I suppose so. But you're so much sweeter that way. And you know I love sweets."
Hongjoong laughs, tossing his head back and shaking it fondly. "You're a freak, Park Seonghwa."
Seonghwa grins, kissing Hongjoong's thigh and meeting his gaze again. "I'm your freak, Kim Hongjoong."
Hongjoong's heart does a little flip at that.
It always does, when Seonghwa calls himself Hongjoong's. It's not like they haven't established it. In fact, it's been established for years at this point. It still makes Hongjoong feel like there's butterflies in his stomach though.
"Come into the pool captain." Seonghwa is swimming backward now, letting his hands trail Hongjoong's legs as he goes. He tugs gently on Hongjoong's ankles when he gets there, the silent threat to pull him in.
Hongjoong shakes his head, though now this is a game and he know it. It's not that he doesn't want to get in, honestly. He likes swimming. He just likes to watch Seonghwa way more.
Seonghwa sighs, letting go of Hongjoong's feet and swimming away. "Fine. Sit there and have no fun then," he teases before diving under the surface and reappearing a good ten feet further than where he was.
Hongjoong relaxes again, leaning back on his hands and turning his face to the sun. It feels good on his skin in the late afternoon, warm and comforting. It reminds him of playing soccer growing up, the sun warming him during practice or when he kicked the ball back and forth with Bumjoong. He lets out a hum of comfort, eyes closed and totally relaxed, listening to the sound of the water in front of him.
It takes him by total surprise when he feels two strong hands wrap around his ankles and yank him into the pool.
Hongjoong sputters as he resurfaces, hair plastered to his forehead. "Seonghwa!"
Seonghwa is laughing, swimming straight up to him and brushing his hair back gently. "I couldn't resist the temptation. You looked so good up there."
Hongjoong juts his bottom lip out in a pout that he knows Seonghwa will kiss away. Seonghwa is still laughing as he does it, hands moving to hold his waist gently. "I'm so sorry baby. Can I make it up to you?"
Hongjoong presses another kiss to his lover's lips and hums in thought. "There's a few things I have in mind," he mutters.
Seonghwa raises an eyebrow in question. "Do I get to know these things?"
"We've got hours to ourselves. I want you to take me apart everywhere you can get me."
Both of Seonghwa's eyebrows shoot up to his hairline. "Hongjoong, what?"
Hongjoong leans in, nips Seonghwa's bottom lip, and then backs up in the water as if he could possibly outswim Seonghwa. "You heard me." Then he turns and properly swims away.
He doesn't get far. Seonghwa is a stronger swimmer than he is. He latches onto his ankle right below the tattoo there and yanks him backwards. It causes Hongjoong to dip back underwater and when he comes back up Seonghwa is right there, eyes dark. He looks like a predator who's about to devour their prey. It sends a shiver up Hongjoong's spine and he tries to get away but Seonghwa clamps his hand around both of Hongjoong's wrists instead. "And where do you think you're going?"
"I was just—mmph!" Hongjoong doesn't get to finish. Seonghwa's mouth is on his too fast. He should have expected it, honestly.
He feels the grip on his wrists loosen but when he tries to pull away, Seonghwa doesn't let him, sliding a hand around his waist instead and holding him against himself. His other hand is already inside of Hongjoong's shorts before Hongjoong even has time to react. As soon as two fingers slide inside of him, he goes pliant. Seonghwa smirks against his lips. "There's my pretty boy," he murmurs, already pumping his fingers in and out.
Hongjoong is putty in Seonghwa's hands. He lets Seonghwa do whatever he wants to him in this pool. He barely registers when his shorts are pulled down until he feels the heat of Seonghwa's erection rutting against him. "Fuck," he moans, head falling forward onto Seonghwa's shoulder.
Seonghwa's hold on his waist is strong, keeping Hongjoong up while continuing to rut against him. "No no baby. Not yet."
Hongjoong pouts, fingers coming up to Seonghwa's shoulders and digging in. "Please?"
"You want me to fuck you in this pool?"
Hongjoong nods vigorously. Seonghwa sucks in a sharp breath and pulls away just enough to turn them and back Hongjoong up against the wall of the pool. He feels his feet hit the bottom of the pool sooner than he realized. He really hadn't gotten very far before Seonghwa had caught him.
Seonghwa hitches one of Hongjoong's legs up around his waist and then he's pushing in, slower than they usually get to go. Hongjoong's head falls back with a wrecked moan, eyes fluttering closed as Seonghwa trails his lips down Hongjoong's wet skin.
The first few thrusts, Hongjoong feels it all. The water doesn't make for that great of lubricant. He doesn't really mind the stretch though. Seonghwa always feels perfect inside of him.
He does also feel the hands holding him gently, one on his hip and one cradling his jaw as Seonghwa's own hips rock into him. He must realize how the water isn't doing any favors too. "You okay?" It's murmured against Hongjoong's skin, sandwiched between one hot kiss and another.
Hongjoong nods his head, breathing out a "yes, hyung," and feels Seonghwa's grip tighten just slightly before his hips are picking up and Hongjoong is being fucked in earnest. The water around them wavers with every movement. Hongjoong's moans climb higher in pitch, mixing with whines and whimpers that Seonghwa seems to be savoring.
Seonghwa adjusts the angle once and has Hongjoong crying out a litany of "fuck right there please please hyung." Seonghwa continues at the same angle, hitting it even harder and deeper. Hongjoong's hands scramble to keep their hold on Seonghwa's shoulders, nails digging in so hard he knows they're leaving marks.
The first wave of his orgasm hits and he squeezes his eyes shut, a long moan leaving his lips as Seonghwa fucks him through it.
Seonghwa pulls out of him after the pulsing of his pussy slows, eliciting a whine from Hongjoong that gets silenced with a kiss and the pulling up of his shorts and Seonghwa's swim trunks. "Shh, baby, hyung's gonna give you what you want. Just want you out of the water to do so."
Seonghwa lifts Hongjoong up and sits him on the edge of the pool before lifting himself out. Hongjoong can't help but ogle him. The way his muscles move is mesmerizing. Hongjoong is so enraptured by the movement that he doesn't even register the fact that Seonghwa is lifting him again until he's up in the air and then being sat down on the outdoor chaise. Seonghwa's hand finds Hongjoong's waistband again and immediately tears the article of clothing off and tosses it somewhere on the ground. It lands on the concrete with a wet splat that barely reaches either of their ears as Seonghwa dives in between Hongjoong's legs.
Hongjoong will never tire of the way Seonghwa eats him out like it's his last meal on Earth. The feel of Seonghwa's tongue lapping at his folds, pressing against his clit, thrusting in and out of him with a need that has Hongjoong absolutely losing his mind. The moans Seonghwa lets out against him vibrates through his entire body, heat coiling quickly back in his stomach.
Hongjoong tugs Seonghwa's hair hard, earning another moan that vibrates through him. Hongjoong cums a second time with Seonghwa's head pushed flush against him and squished between his thighs. Somehow, even that makes Seonghwa moan and Hongjoong's head hits the chaise with a series of breathless whimpers.
When his legs and fingers loosen enough to let Seonghwa move, the older man kisses his thighs and then bites them hard before climbing up and hovering above Hongjoong. "How many times can I make you cum pretty?" Seonghwa asks, not even letting Hongjoong gather enough brain cells to answer before his fingers are inside of him again, thumb brushing his sensitive nub just to hear the sound Hongjoong lets out. "Because I'm not nearly done with you yet."
Hongjoong can't process the words. All he knows is that Seonghwa is promising more. He wants more, more, as much as Seonghwa will give him because he doesn't know the next time they're going to get this much time to themselves again.
He pulls Seonghwa closer by wrapping an arm around the back of his neck and kissing him. It's not really a kiss, more of two open mouths meeting and breathing in each other's space. "More, hyung."
Seonghwa obliges immediately, not breaking contact as he works his swimwear off and presses the head of his cock against Hongjoong's entrance. It feels so hot. Hongjoong can't process anything other than the fact that he wants Seonghwa inside of him. He wraps a leg around Seonghwa's hip, the heel of his foot digging into the muscle there, and pushes Seonghwa closer until he's fully buried inside of him with a low groan.
"Hongjoong," Seonghwa's voice breaks on the last half of Hongjoong's name, lips pressed desperately against Hongjoong's neck. He doesn't even give any true thrusts, instead grinding himself deep inside of Hongjoong. "Fuck you always feel so good baby," he whispers. It's so intimate that Hongjoong isn't expecting it out here in the backyard of this glamorous rental house.
Seonghwa continues grinding inside of Hongjoong and Hongjoong sees stars. Not just the one on top of him but multicolored ones that burst behind his eyes and is in awe because how the fuck is Seonghwa so deep and so good that he doesn't even need to move much to get Hongjoong off?
Warmth floods deep inside of him as Seonghwa continues his actions, moaning and panting against Hongjoong's skin as he leaves a trail of hot open mouthed kisses everywhere he can reach like this.
He realizes that he doesn't even need to cum for Seonghwa to do the same inside of him. It sparks somewhere in his hazy mind that Seonghwa only waits for Hongjoong to so that he knows Hongjoong feels good.
Hongjoong takes the advantage of the realization to plant his foot from Seonghwa's back onto chaise the opposite side, effectively flipping their positions. He sits up with Seonghwa still buried inside of him and Seonghwa lets out such a pretty breathless sound that it only spurs Hongjoong on more. He pulls his shirt up and over his head, tossing it wherever to join his shorts and then grinds his hips down.
Seonghwa's hands rest on Hongjoong's thighs and he lets out a moan full of pure bliss. His eyes squeeze shut, clearly overstimulated. Hongjoong can feel he's still hard though, so he immediately lifts himself halfway off Seonghwa's cock and then slams himself back down. The grip on his thighs tighten enough that Seonghwa's nails bite into his skin.
Hongjoong bounces himself in a rhythm that has the pitch of Seonghwa's voice climbing. Hongjoong smirks to himself as if he isn't also nearing his own orgasm again.
This time when his walls pulse, Hongjoong feels the warmth of Seonghwa's release at the same time.
Hongjoong leans in to pant into Seonghwa's mouth, an attempt at a kiss that never quite makes it.
Instead, they stay there like that for longer than necessary, Hongjoong on top of Seonghwa with Seonghwa's cock nestled inside of him like it's where it belongs.
When they come back down enough, Seonghwa finally kisses him. "Do you need a bit?" His voice is so soft and reverent that Hongjoong feels safe here, like he could stay just like this forever.
Seonghwa is always so careful with Hongjoong, even if they're in a rush.
Hongjoong doesn't answer verbally. He doesn't even know if he can at this point. He just nods his head, nuzzling against Seonghwa's collarbone and pressing kisses along it.
"Okay baby," he hears, then feels the kiss to the top of his head.
Later that night, when Hongjoong is tucked into bed against Seonghwa's warm chest, he sleeps so deeply that he almost forgets that Seonghwa took him against the kitchen counter, the windows overlooking the pool, the shower, and twice in this very bed.
They get teased the next morning by Balm when he sees the smudges on the windows and their forgotten swim clothes by the chaise.