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All things considered, Seonghwa should be glad to get out of the cold. It’s been another long night of waiting in the car to be called to accept awards, the second year in a row that Mnet has done this, and while they’ve definitely been more prepared for the hours of shuddering, it’s nothing compared to being indoors. He can barely feel his hands, mitten clad and tucked into the pockets of his thick wool coat, ready to strip off and head up to the stage when they get the call.
He should be glad. But as the rest of his group talks amongst themselves about how well received their performance for the night has been so far on social media, Seonghwa can’t tear his eyes from the little screen showing the current performance being broadcast. He’d heard them filming while he was in makeup for their own recording, but watching it in full motion, hearing from the overhead speakers...
God, it’s bad.
It’s not a pleasant thought at all, thinking about how terrible a song is. They’re trying their best, and they’re clearly having fun on stage. He’s seen clips of Sparkling’s debut stage at The Show, and it was... well, they’ve improved exponentially since then, at least. They’re all very capable performers, but as a song, Diamond is just not good. The choreography is awkward, the pacing of the vocals are awkward, and the vocal direction itself is just whiny .
Still, it would be rude to not watch. He remembers signing an album for them during their March comeback, along with the pictures of them receiving it and looking thrilled. He’s still not quite used to being anyone’s senior, but it’s sweet to think that new groups really do look up to them.
And then, of course, there’s Seyoung. He’s heard the comparisons between the leader of Sparkling and himself; they’ve been unavoidable with how often Wooyoung looks through stan Twitter and sends little edits and threads to their groupchat of how similar they look, their mannerisms and habits. Somehow, it’s more real than ever right now, standing in wait to accept another Fans’ Choice award, watching Seyoung in his bubblegum pink jumpsuit. He looks sweet, very enthused. Seonghwa wonders if people see him in that way, free from the critical eye he views his own performances with.
His vocals have gotten better, too. Seonghwa can’t help the little crinkle of his nose at the track itself, but there’s more of a smoothness to each of their voices when they’re audible over the pre-recorded vocals, a strength that wasn’t even there when the fully produced track dropped. There are always merits to be found. Sparkling may be arguably bad, but they’re putting in an effort to get better.
“Hey,” Hongjoong’s closer than Seonghwa had realised, pressed close and smiling quietly as he hunts for Seonghwa’s hand, easing his mitten off to link their fingers together. The others are off being social, Wooyoung in particular has managed to find Yeonjun, as he always does, and has clung to him like they might be parted. “You alright?”
“Hm, just watching them. I’m not that cute on stage, am I?” Seonghwa asks, feigning offense when Hongjoong glances at the screen and snorts. “People make so many comparisons, but we aren’t that similar. I’d never wear that jumpsuit. And he’s worn it so many times, can’t they get these poor boys an outfit change?”
Hongjoong presses close, watching for a moment and humming. The comparisons haven’t stopped with just him and Seyoung; Minsoo and Yoojin look strangely similar to San and Yunho respectively, and it’s easier for him to see their likenesses when it’s not his own face. “You’ve definitely been that cute, but it’s not our usual style. I’m begging you to meet him, they’re still waiting on the New Artist awards,” Hongjoong presses, glancing behind when one of the stage managers begins calling time, prompting each of them to undress from their mountains of warm coats and jackets.
Seonghwa hums as he pushes his coat and remaining mitten off, watching as Diamond finally comes to an end, granting a Seyoung ending fairy. He looks away quickly, hoping the sudden warmth in his cheeks can be explained away as a flush from the change in temperature. “Mhm, I think I’ll try to find him if we’re allowed to stay backstage for a while like last time,” Seonghwa decides as the broadcast returns to the presenters, sharing a quick kiss with Hongjoong as they head towards the platform that will raise them to the stage. “I’ll try to steal him back to the dorm if he’s allowed. I know exactly why you want me to meet him so badly.”
“Ah, you caught me,” Hongjoong grins, dropping Seonghwa’s hand in favour of patting his ass, squeezing lightly to make him squeak as San steps up to stand at his right side, engaged in a whisper-shouted conversation with Yunho about how good Namjoon looks tonight. “Don’t worry if that’s not an option. I like having you all to myself, kitten.”
Understandably, Seonghwa is completely silent throughout their acceptance speech, holding the little award in a clear sign of refusing to hold any microphone. It works, especially with Hongjoong and Wooyoung being more than happy to roll through their list of thank you’s, leaving him to smile politely and laugh softly when San whispers about how they’ve once again waited hours just to listen to them both talk.
It’s a beautiful award, as it always is. Seonghwa keeps hold of it as they head offstage, running his finger over the little engraved ‘Ateez’ and smiling to himself. He’s very proud, it would be difficult not to be, especially considering all the work they’ve put in to make this year special. “Hyung,” Wooyoung draws him from his thoughts, motioning for him to follow as he moves further backstage, tucked away from most of the bustle. He looks expectant, beaming when Seonghwa leans in to share a quick kiss and meeting him halfway. “You look really good tonight. Hongjoong said you’re gonna try to find that boy from Sparkling?”
He punctuates it with the wiggle of a brow, giggling warmly when Seonghwa huffs and hands him the award to silence him, shaking his head in feigned disappointment. “Yeah, I won’t be long. I think I saw where they’re parked, I’ll probably just say hi and that’ll be it,” Seonghwa insists, linking his arm with Wooyoung’s and beginning the journey through the assigned walkway. “Are you gonna spend more time with Yeonjun tonight?”
“Uh huh, I’m waiting for him to accept their last award and then I’m probably going back to their dorm for the night,” Wooyoung smiles, pausing for a moment and glancing at the broadcast screen where they’re announcing BTS as the winners of best dance performance for male groups, transfixed. “Oh my god... D’you think if I stay here, they’ll notice me? They’re so close, I’m gonna throw up. Holy fuck. This is my chance to choke on Jimin-”
“I’ll leave you to it, don’t choke too hard,” Seonghwa says with a press to Wooyoung’s temple, slipping away from him before he can go into vivid detail about how badly he wants Park Jimin to step on him. He smiles politely at the handfuls of people he passes, idols and stage hands, one of the sound managers with about three mic packs in her hands. He ducks into a bathroom when he’s sure he’ll just be getting in the way if he carries on for now, intent on touching his makeup up with his little compact before heading back to find his coat and mittens.
The bathrooms are usually empty during these award shows, so Seonghwa’s somewhat surprised to find one of the stalls occupied, and by only one person. The only time he’s ever had company was at this same show in 2020, when he’d walked in on San and Hyunjin palming at each other over the basins. Nevertheless, the lack of total privacy isn’t exactly an issue; he still has the basins all to himself, leaving him to slip his compact from his suit pocket and glance over himself in the mirrors.
He does look good; dressed in a neat black and red plaid suit that accentuates the slight curves and dips of his figure, further accented with a thin silver belt at his waist to pull the jacket in. There’s just a hint of colour at his lips, the same kiss-bitten red that he’s worn a few times around the dorms just to see if he’s comfortable with it, finding time and time again that he most definitely is.
He wets his lips, opening the compact and lifting the little powder puff from it, patting over his nose where his foundation has worn a little from natural oils. He hums quietly along with the overhead speakers, a performance from one of the other newest rookie groups that he’s not too familiar with.
The lock on the stall behind him clicks open; Seonghwa does his best to not glance up, but he can’t stop himself from smiling a little when he locks eyes with Seyoung through the mirror. “Oh! Hi there,” Seonghwa says warmly, noting how Seyoung stills like a deer in headlights, his mouth half open in quiet awe. “Nice to finally meet you. I saw your performance earlier, you did really well.”
“Ah-... Seonghwa-sunbaenim, please, you don’t have to say that. You were amazing, you always are. I really loved your outfit... and what you’re wearing now, of course,” Seyoung’s blushing hard as he steps closer, beautiful in the bright white lighting around the mirror. He’s mercifully not wearing his usual jumpsuit; dressed in a pink and grey checkerboard suit that’s a little too long on his legs, the jacket fitted nicely and accentuated with a matching waistcoat that holds his figure well. “Do you... do you want some privacy? I can leave if you want.”
“Oh no, I like the company. When things are really back to normal, you’ll get how nice it is to have these moments. And please, call me hyung,” Seonghwa insists, glad when Seyoung steps forward to stand at the basin beside him, examining himself in the mirror with a degree of intensity Seonghwa definitely recognises all too well. He applies lip balm like he might perish if there aren’t three layers protecting his lips, pursing his lips a little and cocking his head to the side. “And I like saying it. You did well, Seyoung-ssi.”
It isn’t a lie, all things considered. The boys are doing well in spite of the choreography, and the song, and getting barely any chances to go on music shows and grow from those experiences. Multiple strings have been pulled to get them to this years’ MAMA to perform; Seonghwa expects they’ll end up being roped into Kingdom at some point.
Seyoung blushes hard at the compliment, stammering for a moment and glancing at Seonghwa through the mirror, a smile on his lips. His silver toned hair shines under the lights, almost casting a halo around him. “Thank you, Seonghwa-sun-... hyung. I just feel really lucky to be here at all,” he says gently, practically vibrating when Seonghwa rests a hand between his shoulder blades, feigning reason when he plucks a little sticker from his jacket. “We’re just waiting for them to call the best new male artist and we’ll be going home for the night, I think. Are you, um... are you going to be staying much longer?”
Seonghwa hums softly, resting against the edge of the basins and watching as Seyoung straightens his jacket, his fingers fluttery and clearly looking to reach, to touch. Seonghwa takes initiative on his behalf, reaching across and taking one of Seyoung’s warm hands in his own, smiling as he nods. “I can, if you’d like. I think we’re done for the evening, but I’m more than happy to keep you company,” Seonghwa offers, stroking his thumb idly over the back of Seyoung’s hand and squeezing gently. “I can show you how fun these award shows can be, can’t I?”
They look at each other for a moment, both wordlessly challenging the other to make the first move, to close the space between them. It’s a strange feeling; Seonghwa’s never really been one for quick hook-ups, especially not with men he’s only just met, but he chalks it up to just how similar Seyoung is to him. He’s not conceited, but he can see the beauty in his own features when it’s practically mirrored to him. His wide, twinkling eyes, his plump, parted lips, his fluffy hair.
Naturally, it’s up to Seonghwa to move things along. He pulls Seyoung closer by his hand, wrapping his free one around to rest at the base of his spine. They’re nose to nose, almost a perfect height match. It really is a little alarming, thinking of how similar they are. He presses their lips together, chaste and careful, just testing the waters. Seyoung tastes sweet, like grapes and pink apples, his hands moving to rest at Seonghwa’s sides and holding him carefully. There’s something so endearing about his caution; it reminds Seonghwa of when he was new to the industry himself, so tentatively eager to experience, afraid to push, willing to be led.
Is this how people feel, kissing him? Seonghwa’s never really thought about his own lips like this before, but as Seyoung leans in closer and makes a quiet keening noise, it’s hard not to think of himself; his own habit of silent begging until he gets what he desires, how his own lips part in expectation of the kiss deepening. He’s rarely in control, but Seyoung seems even more submissive than he knows himself to be, waiting for force to be taken.
Seonghwa moves to pin Seyoung to the edge of the basin, careful and gentle in his assertion as he rests a hand at where his shoulder meets his slender neck, wrapping ever so slightly around his throat and revelling in the gasp he breathes out. “Please,” Seyoung whispers, tilting his head back and biting his bottom lip through a whine as Seonghwa moves his thigh between both of Seyoung’s, pressing against his very apparent erection. “Please, hyung, I really want you... you’re so pretty…”
It’s hard not to smirk at that, how Seyoung grips a little tighter at the fabric of Seonghwa’s shirt, pouting when the pace isn’t fast enough for him. “You’re sweet. You’re just as pretty, darling, especially when you’re needy,” Seonghwa says softly, slowly but surely warming up to the idea of being in control after so long of being comfortably submissive. He presses his leg closer, humming in approval at how Seyoung gasps and rolls his hips down, grinding against Seonghwa’s thigh and trembling with the friction. Perversely, Seonghwa wonders if Seyoung is as sensitive as he knows himself to be.
He mouths slowly over Seyoung’s throat, nipping lightly at his smooth, unblemished flesh until he’s left a trail of small pink marks. They won’t bruise, but they’ll at least display to anyone passing by that Seyoung’s been the centre of someone’s attention this evening, as he deserves. It definitely borders on narcissism, but Seonghwa knows that the man currently rutting against his thigh is very worthy of all the attention he gets.
“Fuck, I want it so bad,” Seyoung whines when Seonghwa palms over the outline of his cock through his suit, pouting and fluttering his lashes as he waits to be relieved, still holding Seonghwa’s shirt. It’s uncanny, hearing echoes of his own desperation through Seyoung’s groans and quiet hisses. “I’ll be good, just let me?”
“Eager little thing, aren’t you?” Seonghwa hums as he eases the button fly of Seyoung’s suit pants open with patient fingers, stroking his cock through the thin fabric of his briefs and smirking when he jolts and whimpers. Seyoung grips his sides and shakes, his hips nudging steadily into the barely there friction when he isn’t scolded for it. “Don’t even care if someone walks in on you getting felt up, do you? Just desperate to get off for me.”
Seyoung nods and lets his head tip back when Seonghwa dips his hand beneath the black cotton, allowing for him to nip freely at his throat as he wraps a hand around Seyoung’s leaking cock. He thumbs over his slit just to hear the broken whimpers it brings, idly spreading his precum in slow circles before starting to stroke his cock, slow and teasing. “Wanna cum for you, hyung,” Seyoung breathes shakily, still clinging to Seonghwa’s shirt like it’s a lifeline and gazing up at him with glossy eyes, pouting. “Wanna make you cum, too, I bet you look even prettier.”
Seonghwa quirks a brow at that, nipping at Seyoung’s adam’s apple and sucking slowly, daring to bruise the sensitive area. For someone who was so nervous just a few moments ago, Seyoung seems more than willing to let his concerns go in favour of pleasure and submission. He knows that feeling all too well.
He pulls his hand away, much to Seyoung’s disdain, in favour of undressing him further. He makes quick work of opening his waistcoat and shirt, a sudden burst of curiosity driving him to see whether they share the same sensitivities. Seyoung’s nipples are perfect; sugar brown and peaked in the cool winter air, begging for attention. He looks confused for a moment, though his expression swiftly shifts to one of pleasure when Seonghwa moves closer and licks slowly over his left nipple, his fingers closing around his right one and rolling it slowly.
“Ah-ah! Please, hyung!” Seyoung gasps, finally letting one handful of Seonghwa’s shirt go in favour of gripping at his ass and pulling him closer, whimpering as Seonghwa drags his teeth slowly over his stiffened nipple. He returns to grinding against Seonghwa’s thigh, practically humping like a desperate puppy and shuddering through each movement. “I have a plug in, Seonghwa, please ~”
“Oh, Seyoung-ah,” Seonghwa tuts, standing at full height and pulling lightly at Seyoung’s nipples, biting his bottom lip and giggling softly at just how affected he is by the stimulation. “You’re so naughty, all full of a plug and just waiting to be fucked open~” he purrs, smirking when Seyoung stutters and whimpers, still pouting as tears begin to gloss his eyes over. He rocks back slowly against the basins, his actions apparently moving the plug inside him by the shuddering gasp that rolls through him.
If they weren’t in danger of being walked in on, Seonghwa would take his time with teasing the younger man, keen to watch him come apart with just his fingers and lips and tongue. But his own desire is growing too large to be ignored for much longer, his cock straining against the tight press of his suit pants. Seyoung seems to notice this, his fingers trailing down to stroke over the thick outline of his erection, circling over his sensitive tip.
“Hyung,” Seyoung says softly, biting his bottom lip and waiting expectantly for Seonghwa to make a move, stroking his hand slowly over Seonghwa’s length and easing his pants open when he hisses in his need. Seonghwa continues to push Seyoung’s clothes off, his hands now noticeably trembling as he makes an effort to remain somewhat dominant, knowing full well that he’s capable of being in charge. It’s just hard to focus on not slipping back into that too familiar headspace, especially with Seyoung pawing slowly at his cock through just his briefs, squeezing slowly at his base. “Hyung, you’re so pretty. Will you kiss me again?”
The small space between them is closed once again, both of them increasingly eager to please the other. Seonghwa allows Seyoung to take control for a moment, something the younger man seems more than comfortable with doing as he takes claim over Seonghwa's mouth, pushing Seonghwa's well fitted suit pants down until they're around his thighs. Both half undressed and panting, Seonghwa hiccups a soft noise when he reaches around to press his fingers against the base of the plug nestled between Seyoung's pert cheeks, rolling it slowly inside him and drawing a desperate whine from his lips.
It feels like a good balance; each of them takes their turn to tease the other, to drive each other closer to a headspace Seonghwa's only ever really been in around his group mates. He's not really sure of what he feels more; the desire to control, or to be controlled. Both feel like a state of vulnerability to him for vastly different reasons, riding the strange push and pull as Seyoung rocks his hips back, nipping at Seonghwa's bottom lip and sucking until it's swollen and dark pink. There's no question about people knowing what they've been doing here; something about that thought thrills Seonghwa.
Somewhere between kisses, they both find themselves finally more fully exposed to the cool air of the restroom; Seyoung makes swift work of opening Seonghwa's shirt without him taking much notice, pushing both of their briefs down when Seonghwa's hands make no move to do it himself. He looks so proud of himself when they pull back to breathe, kiss swollen lips tugging to a smirk as he gazes over his elder, returning Seonghwa's curiosity with a swift and harsh pinch to both of his nipples.
"Fuck!" Seonghwa gasps, resisting the all too familiar urge to pout and instead pressing closer, his length resting practically parallel with Seyoung's own cock. They're both shamefully hard, fully exposed against the basins for anyone to see them if they walked in, not even the barrier of a lock to protect them. "You want me to fuck you, Seyoung-ssi?"
Seyoung's previous confidence melts away a little at Seonghwa's offer, his brows lifting, his cheeks burning to a noticeable shade of sweet pink. Pink looks very good on Seyoung. The thought of laying Seyoung over his lap and striking his cheeks and the backs of his thighs until they flush that same cute shade flashes over Seonghwa's mind like a bolt of lightning, sudden and white hot with desire.
"Answer me. Don't make me wait."
The answer he receives is initially wordless; Seyoung wraps a hand around both of their cocks at once, his fingers nimble and long enough, his palm large and warm. Seonghwa chokes on a moan, the sudden reminder of just how close and how sensitive he is, tipping the scales in the other direction once again. "Hyung, I could ask the same to you, couldn't I?" Seyoung purrs against the shell of Seonghwa's ear, nipping at his lobe and drawing the little silver loop of his earring between his teeth to tug lightly. "You remind me of Minsoo. Eager to be in charge, but not really able to handle it when someone puts you in your place."
"I'm more than capable, thank you very much," Seonghwa pouts despite himself, nudging his hips with a small huff when Seyoung squeezes his hand lightly, the combined sensations of his grip and his cock making Seonghwa's head spin with need. He begins stroking slowly, swiping his thumb over both their tips in one swift movement and making them both moan. Seonghwa returns to pressing at the plug, his shaking fingers resting around the heart shaped edges and beginning to pull slowly at it, thrusting it shallowly, slow and measured. "As far as I can tell, only one of us is wearing a plug here. Was Minsoo the one who filled you with it?"
"Mhm, he's well behaved like that. F-fuck, I'd love to see you both getting teased at once, both so vocal about just my hands," Seyoung groans, moving down to bite firmly at Seonghwa's throat, choosing a spot that would be impossible to cover without makeup or a thick scarf. Seonghwa whimpers quietly, a sense of frustration building in his insides as he nudges his hips into Seyoung's slow strokes, feeling the mirrored throbs of Seyoung's cock against his own. They're similar in size, both in length and thickness; it's hard to shake the thought that only someone so similar to himself would know exactly how to push his buttons so easily, within just a few minutes of meeting.
And then it strikes him. If they really are so similar, surely he can use this to his own advantage.
Seonghwa wraps his free hand around Seyoung's wrist, easing his hand up and off before turning him in one swift movement, pressing close so Seyoung is facing the mirrors, his hips pushing back instinctively until Seonghwa's aching cock rests between his cheeks. Through the mirror, Seonghwa watches how Seyoung's expression changes; his eyelids heavy, his mouth just barely open through a soft moan.
With careful fingers, Seonghwa eases Seyoung's plug out and sets it atop the counter, the little base adorned with a cherry red heart gem. "So cute. Playing top until you get manhandled just a little," Seonghwa coos, gliding his fingers over Seyoung's stretched out hole and dipping two in with ease, biting his bottom lip in quiet awe at just how much lube pools over them. "Oh, darling. Making a mess with how much prep you did for me, that's so cute. Think you can take me already, or do you want me to stretch your hole further?"
Seyoung hesitates for a moment, yelping when Seonghwa delivers a harsh smack to his cheek with his free hand, gripping it firmly afterwards like he knows himself to enjoy in the strangest way. "I want you to fuck me now, please, I can take you," Seyoung says quickly, stuttering and moaning when Seonghwa curls his fingers and strokes over that deep bundle of nerves inside him, his eyes rolling back for a moment as he basks in the steady pleasure, his cock pressed against the cool marble of the basin. Seonghwa considers moving to a stall for a moment, to grant them the barely there sense of privacy a little door would provide, but the way Seyoung looks at him with a burning hot gaze through the mirror begs him to think otherwise. "I wanna feel you inside me, I want your fucking cock, Seonghwa-ssi. I need you to fuck me!"
Seonghwa grants him his desires with little hesitation, taking his time to drag his fingers over Seyoung's velvety walls as he pulls them out. "You sound so pretty," he praises as he wraps his hand around his cock, spreading the excess lube over his length and fucking into his fist for a moment, hissing and shuddering when he realises how close he is already. He presses the tip of his cock against Seyoung's eager hole, sinking in with no resistance and groaning at how hot he feels, comfortably tight around his cockhead and enticing him to push further. "Tell me if you want me to stop, okay? Promise I will."
"Don't want you to stop," Seyoung whines as he pushes his hips back, successfully driving Seonghwa in further and making them both moan as Seonghwa gives in and fucks into him. He stills when his hips settle flush with Seyoung's, just barely rocking into him to keep them both stimulated, moving his hands around to toy with Seyoung's nipples in deliberate favour over his cock. Seyoung leans back to press against Seonghwa's chest, tilting his head to rest against his shoulder and moaning so sweetly through every action, jolting lightly at each careful flick and pinch of his nipples. "You scared of cumming inside me, hyung? I can take it, I promise. Had all three of my boys use me once, I'm sure you can do it too."
God, he's filthy . Seonghwa has to hide his face for a moment to save his blush, heating up further when Seyoung giggles cruelly, a definite sign that he knows exactly what he's doing. Physical similarities aside, Seyoung seems to have a natural way of flustering Seonghwa that the elder can't quite bring himself to mirror, even when he thinks of the dirtiest things he's discussed with Hongjoong.
"What's the matter, Seonghwa? You're a good boy, aren't you? I want you to cum inside me, don't you wanna be good?" Seyoung presses further, moaning in delight as Seonghwa whimpers and draws his hips back, beginning to fuck steadily into Seyoung's warm hole, trying not to focus on the wet noises that come from it. He dares to peek again in the mirror, watching how Seyoung still keeps a smirk on his face as he's fucked slow and deep, clearly pleased with his place in this situation. "There we go, sweetheart. I knew you could do it, sometimes pups just need a little extra guidance to behave well."
"Oh my god," Seonghwa gasps, wrapping an arm around Seyoung's slight waist to keep him close as he starts thrusting at a steady pace, each slow movement drawing him towards an already shamefully close tipping point. It doesn't help that Seyoung clenches around his cock sporadically, leaving him unable to really predict when he'll be pulled ever closer. Something tells him this must've been planned; Hongjoong knows how to push all of his buttons more intimately than anyone else, and Seyoung just being able to hit them in devastating succession can hardly be a coincidence. He speeds his hips up when he considers that maybe Hongjoong knows about all of this; that he could be listening right now, pressed against the door and ready to bring further shame to Seonghwa's desperation. "Please, please... oh god, fuck,"
Seyoung reaches a hand around to squeeze at Seonghwa's ass, digging his nails in and dragging to leave stinging marks. "Please what, puppy?" he teases, grinning like a cheshire cat through the mirror when Seonghwa sobs weakly and nuzzles his face against Seyoung's warm shoulder blade, pressing closer and fucking deeper into his hole. "Come on, you can ask nicely. You wanna cum in me? Do you think you've earned it yet?"
Despite his ever growing need, Seonghwa shakes his head earnestly, pouting and bending Seyoung further over the basin to thrust, gripping the edges to steady himself. His pants and briefs are around his ankles, stopping him from moving his legs to get a little more comfortable, leaving him swallowing whimpers as he fucks Seyoung like it's the only thing he has to do tonight.
A swell of pride fills him when he catches the look on Seyoung's face in the mirror, blissful and content as Seonghwa pumps his hips, a shaking hand moving to wrap around his waiting cock and stroking in some semblance of the same rhythm as Seonghwa's hips. "Fuck, you feel so good, puppy. Fucking me so good, pleasing me so well. Gonna fill me up so nicely, aren't you?" Seyoung moans, his brows pinching as Seonghwa swipes over his tip and rolls his thumb in circles a few times in an attempt to bring him to climax faster, hoping that it'll earn his own soon after.
He catches a glimpse of his own reflection in the mirror, shaking and gasping at just how fucked out he looks already, his eyes wide and hazy with lust, his lips swollen and open through weak noises. Seyoung definitely notices this, smirking and reaching up to grip a fistful of Seonghwa's fluffy hair, ensuring he keeps looking, keeps watching himself teetering on the edge, waiting for permission like a good boy .
"Dirty little thing, getting off watching yourself fuck me. You wanna cum like this pup? Looking at your own face, watching yourself come undone from just a few words and the feeling of me around your cock?" Seyoung pushes, "Or is it all about you, hm? How it feels to let go like this; a desperate little mutt, fucking into a warm, wet hole in a bathroom, when so many of your seniors would be so embarrassed for you. You think they need to fuck like this? Like a dog in heat, mindless and obedient for the first person who will show it a little direction?"
Seonghwa can't help the whimpers that catch in his throat, settling closer and thrusting sharply inside Seyoung's tight heat, shaking his head and attempting to hide his face behind Seyoung's shoulder as his cheeks redden. He needs to cum, too close and getting more desperate as he keeps his hips going like his life depends on it, his hand shaking as he strokes Seyoung's cock. "Wanna be good," he murmurs softly, squeaking when his hair is pulled and he's made to face himself once again, panting and sobbing weakly. "Please, Seyoung, fuck... I wanna be a good boy..."
Seyoung makes a quiet noise of praise, intertwined with a smooth moan as Seonghwa's hips piston inside him, his eyes fluttering as he pushes back into Seonghwa's desperate movements. "You're so good baby, don't worry," he praises, giggling in amusement when Seonghwa whines and twitches, pausing for a moment when his orgasm threatens to overwhelm him. "Such a good boy for me, Hongjoong would be so proud, wouldn't he~? So well behaved, fucking me so nice and deep, m'close... you can cum if you want, it's alright. You have permission."
Receiving permission is all Seonghwa needs to allow himself the bliss of release, shaking and moaning sweetly as he thrusts through his orgasm, staying pressed close and keeping his hand pumping even as he feels about ready to keel over. It's so much , washing over him like freezing cold waves as he trembles through it.
"Keep watching, good boy," Seyoung instructs simply, his voice not quite as confident as it had previously been, strained through his own imminent climax. Seonghwa does as he's told, raising his gaze once again to watch himself as he fucks through his orgasm, hazy eyed and desperate. It feels embarrassing to admit, but he looks good like this; glowing from his climax and still more than willing to be pushed further for the pleasure of others, always happy to be overstimulated until he's shaking. Hongjoong has called him a masochist for that on more than one occasion; it's something he can hardly disagree with.
Seyoung barely makes a noise when he finally gives in to his climax, gasping softly and twisting his grip in Seonghwa's hair as he rocks his hips through his orgasm, whining softly when Seonghwa still doesn't pause his desperate movements. He looks so pretty when he cums; the same pinched brow and plush, open lips that Seonghwa recognises in himself, halted moans lingering in his throat.
"Fuck, you feel so good, please," Seyoung whispers, panting shallowly and clenching around his cock, moving back to press flush against Seonghwa's burning chest. "You can stop, puppy, you... you did so well, thank you," he says softly, biting his bottom lip and giggling lazily when Seonghwa all but collapses against him. "Hongjoong wasn't lying when he said you're the pleasing type, huh."
A whine tears itself from Seonghwa's throat at that, hiding once again behind Seyoung's shoulder when he laughs and rocks back once again. "You talked to him?" he pouts, letting out a soft noise of complaint as he draws his hips back and eases out of Seyoung's hole, a sudden sense of embarrassment flooding his senses. Seyoung seems to notice this immediately, turning and cooing softly as he cups Seonghwa's cheeks in his hands. Despite the difference in their experience, Seonghwa greatly appreciates how smoothly Seyoung seems to be able to take control, fussing over him like a small animal.
"Mhm, he found me backstage when we were filming things earlier. Even with how highly he spoke of you, I hardly imagined you'd be so good," Seyoung says gently, pressing a kiss to Seonghwa's nose and smiling when he blushes and stutters on a semblance of a 'thank you'. "I mean it, you were amazing. Thank you for letting me take control there, I know it must be a little weird with you being my senior, but you were really good. You did really well, sweetheart, such a good hyung."
Seonghwa hums softly, leaning in when Seyoung guides him and nudging their noses together, quiet for a moment in the afterglow. He's still being held, gentle and calm despite them still being in an award show bathroom, suits strewn across the basins and over the floor. "Thank you," Seonghwa murmurs, relieved to hear the praise even as Seyoung winces minutely through pulling his briefs back up to his mid thighs. "Oh no, did I hurt you?"
"No, it's all fine, Seonghwa-ssi. Could you, uh... could you help to ease the plug back in?" Seyoung asks, laughing softly when Seonghwa moves like lightning to help, lifting it from the smooth marble top of the basins and pressing it between Seyoung's cheeks, blushing when the younger moans as it slides back inside him with little resistance. "Don't worry about Hongjoong-sunbaenim, he's kind of the one who really wanted me to pursue things with you. It's not really a secret that I think you're attractive, I think anyone with eyes can see that you're really gorgeous."
"Please," Seonghwa laughs softly as he shakes his head, beginning to redress himself as Seyoung does the same, both of them sharing quick, nervous kisses every so often. Even with what's just happened, something akin to nerves continues to thrum through the atmosphere between them. "I think the same of you. Hongjoong's quite the matchmaker, it would seem."
"He, um... he extended an open offer to your dorm, only if it's something you'd be interested in," Seyoung says as he focuses an obscene amount of attention to the buttons on his shirt, his cheeks warming when Seonghwa leans in and kisses him quickly. "No pressure for it, of course. But he said he sees a lot of similarities in us, and um..."
"He'd like to watch?" Seonghwa cocks his head to the side, snorting softly when Seyoung nods. "Ah, I'd expect nothing less. With the amount of times we've talked about how pretty I think you are, I think he's one conversation away from opening a fansite for you."
It's Seyoung's turn to get flustered now; stammering for a moment as he finishes dressing and plants his hands back against the counter, watching as Seonghwa slings his jacket over his shoulders. "That's sweet of you to say, really," he hums, leaning in once again and sharing a chaste kiss, his hands lingering at Seonghwa's jaw and throat. "God, I didn't think you'd bruise so easily. We'll have to leave quickly, can't have people asking questions."
Seonghwa hums, stepping back and running a hand through his hair, glancing over his reflection and watching from the corner of his eye as Seyoung turns to do the same. They're both pretty visibly marked up, little lovebites peeking from beyond their collars to give them away. "I'll find my coat and we can meet Hongjoong in the parking lot, if you'd like. I'm sure the rest of the boys would like to meet you, too."
Seyoung links a hand with one of Seonghwa’s, squeezing gently and gazing over their twin reflections. "I'd love nothing more. Lead the way, puppy"