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Hongjoong despised night clubs. The stale air, the press of sweaty bodies way too close to his. The only saving grace was the music, pumping fast and loud. He loved the way his heart synched to the beat, the bass reverberating through his entire body. The music made it all worth it.
And of course, him.
Leaning against the bar, fingers tracing the edge of a wine glass, dark eyes trained on Hongjoong. His chin length hair hung in soft waves around his face, brown leather jacket accentuating his broad shoulders.
The lights flashed, changing from an electric blue to a deep red, momentarily catching the silver ring around his ring finger. Hongjoong almost laughed. Like that would stop him.
He peeled himself off the dance floor, sauntering over. He knew he looked good, had chosen this outfit specifically for the jacket that flared out like a skirt when he wiggled his hips.
He slithered right up to the other man, careful to keep a hair’s breadth of distance between them. No one could accuse him of being disrespectful. “Drinking alone, gorgeous?”
The taller man’s lip twitched, eyes grazing over Hongjoong from top to bottom. “It appears so.” His long, slender fingers tapped against the wine glass. Hongjoong couldn’t hear it over the music, but he knew the ring made a faint tinkling sound against the glass.
Hongjoong reached out, tracing the silver band. “Your husband let you out of the house, alone, dressed like that? Is he an idiot?”
The other man tilted his head, exposing the long column of his golden brown throat. “Mmh. My husband is too busy for me these days.” He pouted, eyes going wide.
Fuck.
Hongjoong wanted that plush mouth wrapped around him, bunny-eyes looking up at him pleadingly as he worked his cock between those wine stained lips. The taller man leaned in, his other hand pressing against Hongjoong’s chest as his lips brushed Hongjoong’s ear. “He doesn’t take care of me anymore.”
Hongjoong’s chest tightened. Fuck that guy. If he couldn’t take care of his husband, Hongjoong would gladly step in. The gorgeous man in front of him deserved to be worshipped.
He snaked a hand around the other man’s waist, pulling him flush against his body. “What can I call you, pretty thing?”
“Seo- Star,” the man said, exhaling. His breath fanned over Hongjoong’s cheek, sending a shiver down his spine. Beautiful name for a beautiful man.
“Joong.” He itched to close the space between them. “You want to be taken care of, Star?”
“Yes,” Star nodded, breaths coming in short bursts as Hongjoong gently lifted his left hand, lips ghosting over the wedding ring. The music changed tempo, sliding into something smoother, darker.
“Yes, what?” He nipped playfully at Star’s ring finger.
“Yes, please,” Star whined, body melting into Hongjoong’s.
“So eager,” he murmured, flipping Star’s hand over and pressing a kiss to the inside of his wrist. “What about your husband, what would he think if he saw you with me?”
Star whined, eyes fluttering shut as Hongjoong dragged his tongue over the man’s delicate wrist. “Practically begging me to take care of you. Starved for attention, are we?”
He pushed Star back against the bar, slotting their hips together and grinding. He was already hard, a fire burning low in his core ever since he laid eyes on Star. That fire roared to life as Star’s own bulge pressed against his.
He hummed condescendingly, voice dripping with fake sweetness as he ran his tongue down Star’s pretty throat. “Baby…if I touched you right now, would I find you wet?”
Star groaned, hands gripping Hongjoong’s shoulders, hips rolling against his. “Joong…please.”
“I’ll give you what you want, sweetheart.” He bit down on the soft flesh behind Star’s ear, not enough to leave a mark, but enough to sting. “Your place or mine?”
Star reached back, pulling a hotel keycard from his back pocket. Hongjoong couldn’t help the giggle that escaped him.
“Oh, the neglected husband came prepared. You just wanted to find someone to fuck you tonight, mmh? Make you forget all about that idiot husband of yours?”
Star squirmed against him, but Hongjoong gripped his hips firmly, keeping him trapped against the bar, their clothed cocks dragging deliciously slowly against each other.
“Yes,” Star bit out, cheeks obviously flushed even with the low lighting.
“Don’t worry, baby,” he grabbed the keycard, tangling their hands together before tugging Star toward the exit. “I’m gonna fuck you so good you won’t remember your husband’s name.”
The moment the door closed behind them Hongjoong pressed Star against it, diving straight for his neck again. He smelled so good, a mixture of vanilla and spice, faint traces of wine and smoke from the club still clinging to his skin. Hongjoong wanted to devour him.
Star whined, the sound making Hongjoong throb. He sneaked a hand between them, palming Star's cock over his pants. He was still hard despite the short walk to the hotel.
"So ready for me, baby," Hongjoong breathed against his neck, tongue licking a hot stripe down the honey skin. "It turns you on this much? Knowing I'm the one touching you while your husband sits at home?"
"Yes, fuck—" Star groaned, hips bucking into Hongjoong's hand. He gripped Hongjoong's shoulders, pulling him closer. "I have to beg him to touch me, to just look at me some days."
Hongjoong growled, gripping Star's hip and pushing him back against the door so hard it rattled. "Tell me," he demanded, teeth nipping at Star's neck. "Tell me what he doesn't do and I'll do it. Every single thing."
"He…" Star's head thudded back against the door, eyes screwed shut. He swallowed, his throat bobbing beneath Hongjoong's lips. "He doesn't… kiss me anymore." Star's voice softened, the heady, lustful air clearing between them for a moment and morphing into something quieter. Hongjoong pulled back just enough to look at him, gently cupping Star's cheek.
"I'll kiss you as much as you want, beautiful." He whispered into the air between them, like it was a secret only meant for Star's ears.
Then his mouth crashed against Star's, hot and insistent, tongue pushing past those plump lips to explore. He tasted like fine wine and Hongjoong wanted to drink him down. Star moaned softly into the kiss, hands tangling in Hongjoong's hair, fingers scraping gently against his scalp.
Hongjoong was close to coming undone just from the way Star melted into him, from the way his body went pliant the moment Hongjoong's tongue curled around his. He pushed a leg between Star's, biting back his own groan when the other man immediately rolled his hips down. Fuck, he needed to see, to feel, how wet Star was.
He tore himself away from Star's mouth, hastily pushing the leather jacket off his shoulders to reveal the snakeskin top underneath. The V-cut hung dangerously low, revealing almost all of Star's tanned chest. Hongjoong's mouth watered. What should he do first? He settled for mouthing along Star's collarbones as he pushed a hand down his pants, finding him hot and leaking pre-cum.
"Baby," he cooed, lust licking down his spine as Star moaned. "You're so wet."
Star bucked into his touch and Hongjoong bit down just below his collarbone, hard enough to bruise.
"Joong— don't," Star gasped. "No marks. Please—"
Hongjoong dragged his tongue over the bite. "Mmh, such a shame. If you were mine you'd be covered in marks all the time. I wouldn't let you out of my sight."
Star's cock twitched against his hands. His range of movement was limited by Star's pants, but he gripped him anyway, giving him a few rough strokes. "Would you like that, beautiful? Being kept inside like a pretty little housewife? Hidden away, mine to do with as I pleased?"
"Fuck, yes, Joong—" Star leaked pre-cum, hips jerking. Hongjoong trailed kisses down his chest, pushing the shirt aside to reach his nipple, slowly dragging his teeth over the hard flesh.
"What else? What else doesn't your husband do?"
"He never sucks me off anymore."
Hongjoong pulled back to look at Star, finding sparkling eyes and a mischievous grin. As much as he wanted Star on his knees, he wanted to make him forget his stupid husband even more. He wound his arms around Star's waist, tugging him into the hotel room and toward the bed.
"Take off your pants, sit on the edge of the bed," he commanded. Star followed eagerly, pulling off his pants and folding them neatly. He perched on the edge of the bed, grabbing a pillow and placing it on the ground between his legs. Hongjoong's heart did a funny thing and before his brain could catch up with his body he was already kneeling, hands gripping Star's knees and pushing them further apart.
A wet spot stained the front of Star's briefs, cock straining against the fabric. Hongjoong's tongue darted out, lapping at the fabric, desperate for a taste. Star's fingers curled into his hair, tugging insistently.
"Stop teasing," he whined, but Hongjoong ignored him. How many pretty sounds could he pull from that sinful mouth tonight? He sucked on the tip of Star's cock through the fabric, his own cock growing harder by the second as Star moaned above him. He kept his hands on Star's legs, trailing them over his deliciously thick thighs, fingers grazing along the edges of his briefs, touch reverent. He looked up, stomach clenching at the sight of Star's head thrown back, face flushed with pleasure.
Hongjoong was going to unravel him and then stitch him back together.
"Eyes on me, love," he demanded softly as he finally tugged Star's underwear down, his cock springing free. God, he was big. Hongjoong was going to memorise every single vein. "Watch me while I have your pretty cock in my mouth." Those pretty eyes needed to be on him, thinking only about him and no one else.
Star looked down, blinking slowly through his haze, eyes focusing on Hongjoong. He caught his bottom lip between his teeth, chest heaving. Hongjoong caught a brief glimpse of the bruise he managed to leave before Star stopped him, determination coursing through him. He would leave more marks, needing Star's husband to know just how well he took care of Star.
"Good boy," he murmured before diving in. He curled one hand around the base of Star's cock, licking a hot stripe up the underside before sucking the tip into his mouth. Stars danced in his vision as the salty taste of Star's pre-cum coated his tongue. The man was leaking profusely, making the slide quick, wet, and filthy. They groaned in unison, Star's hips bucking. Hongjoong gripped Star's hip with his free hand, keeping him on the bed.
He curled his tongue around the tip, teasing the slit before loosening his jaw and sucking Star into his mouth.
"Shit, fuck, Joong!" Star panted, nails digging into Hongjoong's scalp.
Spit and pre-cum leaked down Hongjoong's chin as he he hollowed his cheeks, looking up at Star while he worshipped him with his mouth. Star's cock hit the back of his throat and he gagged around it, desperately pulling in air through his nose. Fuck the need for oxygen, he would happily suffocate on Star's cock.
Star seemed to disagree though, tugging on his hair to pull him back, cock slipping out of his mouth with a wet pop. "Don't hurt yourself, Joongie," he said softly. One hand slid down Hongjoong's cheek, wiping away some of the spit and pre-cum on his chin. Hongjoong's mouth dropped open as Star brought his thumb up to his mouth, tongue darting out to lick at the mixture.
Hongjoong was seconds away from cumming in his pants. With a whine he would probably be embarrassed about later, he nosed along Star's cock, tongue darting out to press soft kitten licks against a bulging vein.
"Can't help it," he sighed. "You taste so fucking good." He wrapped his lips around Star again, going slower this time but still taking him deep. He got lost in it, the wet slide of Star's cock between his lips, the obscene sucking sounds, the soft pants and pleas falling from Star's lips. Heaven really was between Star's legs all this time.
"Joong, Joong, I'm gonna— I can't." Star whined, eyes fluttering shut.
Hongjoong pinched his hip, those eyes had to stay on him. "You can come in my mouth, baby. I got you."
He twisted the hand around the base of Star's cock, speeding up his ministrations and taking Star deeper even as he gagged and choked.
"Oh god, Joong—" The hand in his hair tightened as hot liquid spilled down his throat. He swallowed Star down greedily, drinking every single drop like a man dying of thirst.
Star flopped back onto the bed, Hongjoong's mouth working him until he squirmed away, cock sensitive and red.
Pulling off, Hongjoong littered kisses up his stomach, tugging Star's shirt off. "You're so pretty when you come, baby. You've wanted that for so long, haven't you?"
Star groaned and Hongjoong trailed a finger over his nipples, touch barely there. "Can you handle some more, Star?"
"Yes." The reply was enthusiastic, if a little breathless. Star pushed up on his elbows. "Take your clothes off. I wanna feel you, please."
"So polite." Hongjoong was already moving off the bed, pulling off his shirt and pants. He could feel Star's heavy gaze on him, eyes raking over every new inch of skin he exposed.
Star licked his lips as his eyes dipped down. "You're so hard, Joong-ah. Does it turn you on, knowing you're fucking another man's husband?"
It was Star himself, more than anything else, that turned Hongjoong on. But saying those words out loud toed a very dangerous line.
"Baby, that ring on your finger doesn't stop me from taking what's mine," Hongjoong bit out, straddling Star and grabbing both of Star's hands, pressing them into the mattress above his head.
Star stared up at him, his post-orgasm haze clearing to reveal those playful eyes again. "But I'm not yours."
Possessiveness curled low in his stomach as he ground down on Star's sensitive cock. The other man moaned, hips jerking into him then pulling away, as if he couldn't decide if he loved or hated the overstimulation.
"Right now you are mine. It's my name you're screaming." He let go of Star's hands and manhandled him onto his stomach. "Lube?"
"Nightstand," Star mumbled, face pressed against the sheets as he arched his back so prettily.
Momentarily distracted by Star's incredible ass, Hongjoong leaned forward to bite one of the ass cheeks, running his tongue over it to soothe, then biting again just for good measure. That was going to leave a bruise.
"J-Joong," Star stuttered, cock hard again and twitching between his legs.
"When was the last time you got properly fucked, baby?" Hongjoong spread lube over his fingers, pressing them against Star's rim but not pushing in immediately. He enjoyed the way Star rocked backward, trying to coax him into breaching.
"I..ngh—Joongie please."
"Begging so pretty, baby." Hongjoong gave no warning as he plunged a finger inside Star, biting back his own moan as the tight heat enveloped him. "Answer me."
Star hiccuped, pushing himself up on his elbows despite the way his whole body trembled. He truly was a work of art. Hongjoong wasted no time in pushing a second finger inside, alternating between scissoring and curling them to find Star's sweet spot.
"My…uhm…husband," Star gasped between moans. "He used to fuck me so good." His back arched, hands twisting in the sheets as his eyes found Hongjoong's over his shoulder. "Used to fill me up so well. Can you do better, Joongie?" Star challenged, eyes big and wide and pleading.
All of Hongjoong's blood turned to molten lava. Star wasn't stretched out enough, but he didn't care. If he didn't get inside of Star right now he was going to bust. He yanked his fingers out, pouring more lube over his cock and giving it two quick strokes before lining up. The head caught on Star's tight rim. Hongjoong gripped Star's hips, trying desperately to maintain some semblance of control.
"Fuck," he bit out. "You're going to take all of me, right Star?"
"Yes, yes, yes—" Star babbled, pressing his hips back, letting out an obscene moan as Hongjoong's cock slid between his ass cheeks. "Please, I need it. I can take it. Please."
Hongjoong pushed in, rougher than he usually did. Star clenched around him, sobbing into the sheets as Hongjoong drove in deeper. "That's it baby. Such a greedy little hole." He relaxed his grip on Star's hips, smirking as he caught sight of red finger marks splayed across the golden skin. It was a tight fit, Star's hole wet and warm around him. His hips snapped forward and he bottomed out, pelvis flush against Star's ass.
"Joong, Joong," Star panted, turning his face slightly, giving Hongjoong a glimpse of the tears spilling over his lashes and the fucked-out glaze in his eyes. His cock twitched inside of Star. "Move, you have to…move."
"You look so pretty, crying on my cock." Hongjoong leaned over him, pressing a soft kiss to his lower back. It was too tender for the moment, half an apology for what he was about to do next. Fingers traced up Star's back, wrapping around his neck before roughly pushing him into the mattress. Hongjoong pulled out completely, slamming back into Star in one stroke.
Star screamed, sound muffled by the mattress. It was better than any music Hongjoong could ever make. He brought one of his legs up, planting his foot on the bed for more leverage, fucking into Star with purpose. Every thrust pulled another scream from the man beneath him. Something unhinged clawed it's way out of Hongjoong, the sight of Star speared on his cock awakening the animal in him.
It was rough and dirty, the squelch of lube combined with Hongjoong's own pre-cum echoing through the room in the space between Star's sobs. He pulled out again, watching as Star's hole clenched around nothing, practically begging to be filled again. The urge bubbled up inside of him and he followed it, spitting on Star's hole before pressing against it with his thumb.
"You feel so fucking good," he whispered. Every nerve in his body vibrated, driven by the absolute need to possess the man beneath him. "Mine," he growled before driving his cock into Star again, thrusting slow and deep. He hitched Star's hips higher, searching for—there. Star cried out, voice breaking as Hongjoong hit his prostate over and over again.
"Ho—Joong…I need, I need—" Star gasped, fingers gripping the sheets, voice hoarse. "K-kiss me, please."
Not a single cell in his body could refuse such a lovely request. He flipped Star onto his back, grabbing his legs and bending him in half. Their lips crashed together, more tongue and spit and teeth than anything else. He gobbled up every sound that fell from Star's lips, hips fucking into him relentlessly.
"Close," Star moaned against his lips and Hongjoong reached between them, fingers wrapping around Star's cock. Two strokes later, Star spilled white hot between them, his beautiful face twisting in pleasure. Hongjoong hoped those screams haunted him forever.
"Did so well for me, baby," Hongjoong praised, lips trailing down his neck, biting and sucking and leaving marks there for the whole world to see. Star was too fucked out to notice. A sick little thrill ran through him. It wasn't like the marks would matter to Star's husband. "Took me so well."
His own orgasm wasn't that far behind. He'd been hanging on by a thread ever since he first pressed into Star, but he would be damned if he couldn't last long enough to pleasure his Star. The heat in his belly reached a boiling point. Sweat beaded against his forehead and the world narrowed to the place where he and Star were connected. He made to pull out, but Star's legs wrapped around him, keeping him locked in place.
"Inside," Star demanded, the words triggering Hongjoong's release. His hips stuttered, the world going white as he came inside Star, ropes of cum spurting out of him as Star clenched down on him, milking him dry.
"Fuck, fuck, Seo-baby, fuck." Nothing made sense for a while except the tight heat around his cock. The heat between them settled into something warmer as they came down. It took several minutes of panting into Star's mouth for Hongjoong to even attempt to pull himself together. Star's fingers carded through his hair, gently pulling him back into the present.
Sweat covered their bodies, Star's come still warm and sticky between them. A soft giggle escaped him and he pressed a kiss to the corner of Star's mouth. "You okay, baby?"
"Mmh," Star's eyes were closed, a blissed-out expression on his face. He groaned when Hongjoong pulled out, pouting adorably as Hongjoong stepped into the bathroom to clean himself and grab a wet cloth.
When Hongjoong returned, Star was still star-fished out on the bed, not having moved a single muscle. He laughed under his breath at the pillow princess, cleaning Star gently. A spike of anxiety tickled his throat when Star hissed as he wiped between his legs.
"Do you want to shower?" he asked softly.
"No." Star continued to pout. An overnight bag sat open on the two seater table by the door. Hongjoong grabbed a clean pair of underwear and a soft t-shirt, helping Star into them. The bedspread was mostly clean, but Hongjoong stripped it anyway, searching the closet for a spare and covering Star with it.
"Come to bed," Star insisted, sticking both arms out to make grabby hands at Hongjoong. The sight made his insides melt. He should leave, keep up with the pretence that this was a one-time thing, that he had given Star what he wanted and that their little experiment was over.
But those damn eyes kept him rooted to the spot.
"Demanding," Hongjoong chuckled. Finding his own underwear, he slipped it back on before crawling under the sheets. Star wiggled into his side immediately, throwing an arm over his waist and using his chest as a pillow.
"That was incredible. I still can't feel my legs," Star giggled, the sound warming Hongjoong despite the anxiety churning in his gut. Pressing a kiss to the top of Star's head, Hongjoong's arms tightened around him.
"Did I hurt you, baby?" He had definitely been too rough. Shame oozed into his chest. Was it too much? Did he take it too far?
"No, Joongie." Star turned his head to look up at Hongjoong, eyes soft and gooey. "You were perfect."
The sun woke Seonghwa, soft rays dancing over his eyelids from where they forgot to close the curtains. Joong's entire body wrapped around his, grip on Seonghwa's waist possessive even in sleep.
The previous night's activities came rushing back, Seonghwa's cheeks heating at the memory of Joong inside him, the half-crazed, half-delirious way he fucked into Seonghwa like he was never going to get enough. It made Seonghwa feel so incredibly wanted, desired to the point that Joong would break all the rules for him, would stop at nothing to have him.
A low fire simmered in his core, the ache between his legs slowly building. He craved something else in the aftermath though. A softer touch, reverent kisses and quiet devotion.
The things that Joong couldn't give him.
Carefully, without waking Joong, he disentangled himself, allowing himself one last look at the man who so thoroughly took him apart last night. Joong's long lashes fanned over his cheeks. In the morning light he looked more boyish than he did last night under the club lights. There was a youthful quality to him despite a few streaks of grey at his temples. Seonghwa desperately wanted to squish his cheeks between his palms, to pepper his face with kisses until he woke up and fucked Seonghwa again with slow, deep strokes.
But that would shatter this little fantasy. A faint prickle of sadness that the night had ended stabbed at his ribs, however excitement quickly replaced it. His husband waited at home for him, and he knew exactly what his husband would do to remind him who he belonged to.
He took his time in the shower, washing away the smokiness of the club and Joong's cologne. Fingers traced over the tender spots on his neck. He hadn't even noticed Joong bit him there. His husband was just going to have to cover those bruises with new ones then. When he stepped out of the bathroom, hair still damp and towel wrapped around his hips, an empty bed greeted him. Any trace of Joong had vanished, like he'd never even been there in the first place.
Seonghwa dressed slowly, double checking the room one more time for any stray items before checking out. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach as he sat on the subway, twisting his wedding ring back and forth on his finger. He got off one stop early, grabbing an iced Americano for his husband and some street toast for breakfast. He sipped his own ice tea, pressing the cold cup against his forehead in an attempt to calm down his suddenly racing heartbeat.
Their house enveloped him the moment he stepped inside. The soft scent of clean laundry washed over him, a fresh bouquet of marigolds sat on dining table. Photos of their shared life together adorned the walls. All of his nerves melted away. This was their home, their safe place. He never had to worry about a thing here.
He found his husband where he had left him, in his studio, headphones half hanging off his ears as he flipped between music programs. Seonghwa placed the iced Americano in the cup holder attached to the desk (they'd had more than one spillage incident and his husband would have an aneurysm if anything bad happened to his production equipment).
"Hi, husband." He draped himself over his husband's shoulders, pressing a kiss to his cheek. He smelled good, like citrus and sandalwood.
"Hi, baby." Hongjoong turned, pulling Seonghwa onto his lap. Warm arms wrapped around him and he pressed closer to Hongjoong's solid chest. "Did you have a good night?" Hongjoong asked, lip curled up in a smirk.
"Mmh…maybe." He cupped Hongjoong's cheek, pressing another kiss there. And another. Hongjoong squirmed beneath him, fingers sliding under his shirt to splay across his stomach. "It was missing something, though."
Hongjoong raised a surprised brow at him. "Oh?"
He found Hongjoong's left hand, bringing it up to his mouth and placing a kiss over the ring that now sat comfortably on his ring finger. Hongjoong hadn't worn it last night, and he missed the sight of it more than he thought he would.
"Wear it next time?" he asked, giving Hongjoong his best bunny-eyes, knowing he wouldn't be able to resist.
Hongjoong's gaze softened, eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled up at Seonghwa. "Of course, baby. Anything for you."