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Hongjoong relaxed into the warm water, not even bothered by the bite of the cold bathtub hitting his back as he leaned against it, allowing room for Hwa to slip into the tub in front of Joong. As soon as the black haired beauty was in front of him, Hongjoong wrapped his arms around the man’s middle. Seonghwa sighed contentedly, leaning back against his boyfriend’s chest. Post sex afterglow lingered around them, the only sound that of the water filling the bathtub. Hongjoong didn’t know when he’d ever come down from the high he was experiencing. He had just had sex with Park Fucking Seonghwa, and it was so much more than he ever imagined it would be. His mind hummed with energy, but his body was exhausted. His legs ached, from the calf all the way up his thighs to his hips. Even his abdominal muscles screamed at him as he shifted in the water to press a kiss to Hwa’s temple. None of it bothered him. The aches were just a reminder of the beautiful moment he had just shared with the man he loved. 

Loved. Park Fucking Seonghwa loved him and he loved Park Fucking Seonghwa.

Hongjoong was living a dream, and he never wanted to wake from it. 

“You’re amazing.” Seonghwa’s voice was soft and tender, the first thing they had said to one another since they agreed to the desire to clean themselves up. 

“Am I? I was thinking you were the amazing one.” Joong chuckled, squeezing his boyfriend closer, not able to get enough physical contact. 

“You’re the one that gave me three orgasms, so I’m pretty sure the crown belongs to you.” Hwa answered with a small smile on his face, eyes closed, body limp. 

A feat that Hongjoong had never been able to accomplish before. It was honestly not something he thought was possible, considering the men he had been with in the past had had a much longer refractory period. He had heard that some men had no refractory period, or a very short one, but he had never met someone blessed with such a thing… until Seonghwa. The memory of each orgasm flashed into his mind, bringing with it more serotonin for his brain to float in. “You surprised the hell out of me with that.” He chuckled, ignoring the way the memories made his stomach flip.

“Surprised myself.” Seonghwa laughed. “You’re giving me a lot of first, Hongjoong.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“Do you hear me complaining?”

Hongjoong nuzzled into Hwa’s neck. “Good boy.” He whispered the words, just to see if there would be any reaction from Seonghwa considering they were no longer exploring that dynamic.

The idol shivered, quite visibly. 

The wannabe producer grinned, but it also allowed him to ask the burning questions that had been on his mind since it all began. “You surprised me with that too. You like being praised, hmm? Is that something new for you, or something you’ve known about.” He pulled back and was able to see the blush on Seonghwa’s face. 

“I-I knew about it. Never been able-able to put it into practice though. You’re the first person that’s ever done it, and obviously I really loved it.” He opened his mouth to say more, but paused and closed his mouth instead. 

Hongjoong noticed and frowned. “What were you going to say?”

Seonghwa smiled as he glanced towards Hongjoong. “I want to always be your good boy.”

The world abandoned Joong to his fate, letting him float away into outer space. He took a second to let those words sink in before he smirked. “I have a feeling you always will be.”

The singer smiled again before he moved to turn the water off, grabbing his body wash in the process. “Can I admit to my own surprise with you now?” He scooted around in the bathtub so that he was facing Hongjoong, squirting some of bodywash on his hands just before they slid across Joong’s arms and chest. 

“Of course, baby.” Hongjoong scooted so that he was further out of the water, eyes never leaving Hwa’s face even as the other’s focus was entirely on spreading body wash across Joong’s body. He was a little bit worried that the idol was going to admit to not liking how the salesman acted. Maybe he had only liked it during but was now second guessing Hongjoong being so domineering. 

“I wasn’t expecting you to be so…” he paused, eyes glancing to the side as he clearly tried to think of the right English word. “Umm,” Hwa frowned, hands stilling. “How do you say?” He paused again and chewed on his bottom lip. “Like how you were telling me what to do, and making me beg… um, what’s the word?” His large eyes flashed to Hongjoong, shimmering with curiosity. 

“Dominant? Domineering?” Hongjoong offered, still on the hook, wiggling with uncertainty. 

Hwa snapped his fingers and pointed at Hongjoong, nodding his head. “That’s it. Dominant. I didn’t expect that from you. You’ve been very much the opposite,” he chuckled. 

Joong waited for him to say more, but when Seonghwa started rinsing off the areas of Hongjoong he had just lathered up, the brown haired man realized nothing more was coming. “Was it bad? Did I go too far?” His uncertainty was apparently heard in his voice.

Seonghwa snapped his head up, eyes even larger than normal. “Bad? God, no! I wanted you to be like that. I had hoped that you would lead, and you definitely delivered. God Hongjoong, you were so incredibly sexy like that. Not-not to say you’re not always sexy, because you are, but seeing you in that light was amazing. I could very much get used to it, I’m just saying.” He laughed again.

A weight lifted from Hongjoong’s chest as he let the words sink in. He didn’t think before he moved, pushing forward as his fingers hooked under Hwa’s chin, forcing his eyes up. Seonghwa’s lips parted and an audible gasp slipped free. “I can be dominant out of the bedroom too, ya know. Or in this case, out of the living room.” He smirked as another shiver passed through his boyfriend. “You make the most beautiful sounds baby, especially when you’re begging me, so don’t think that it was a one off. I’ll lead you every single time.” There was that rush of power again, thrumming through his veins like a low bass rift. 

Seonghwa’s eyes dropped closed, another exhale leaving his body. He seemed to forget himself for a second, but quickly pulled his thoughts back together, eyes opening as he nodded. “Please,” he whispered, swallowing audibly. “Can I-Can I finish cleaning you up?” He gestured towards Joong. 

Hongjoong nodded his head. “Of course beautiful, and then I’ll repeat the favor.”

⧭

After their pleasant bath was over, the pair retired to Seonghwa’s bedroom, cleaned and dried off. Hwa insisted on washing Joong’s ruined clothing, and gave the shorter man a pair of too long sweats and a long sleeve shirt to wear until his clothes were done washing and drying. Hwa sat on the edge of his bed, watching as Hongjoong slipped the long sleeve shirt over his head. The second that Joong approached Seonghwa, the black haired man reached his arms out to grasp the salesman’s hands in his own. He gave a light tug to pull Joong closer, staring up at him with more adoration and love in his eyes than Hongjoong had ever seen. No one had ever looked at him the way Seonghwa looked at him at that moment. It made his stomach flip and his heart beat faster. 

“Do you want to stay the night?” Seonghwa spoke up, his eyes sparkling with hope. 

“I can, but I’ve got work in the morning.”

“I know.” Seonghwa smiled. “You’ll have your uniform ready to go, so you can go straight to work from here.”

“Sounds like a good plan, baby.” Hongjoong frowned as Hwa released his hand, but realized it was only so the idol could scoot back on the bed, patting the space next to him. 

Hongjoong took the invitation and climbed onto the bed, lying down beside the man that made his heart skip beats. The second he was comfortable, Seonghwa’s head was on his chest, just over his heart. One of the singer’s long legs slipped in between Joong’s to tangle them together. It brought a content smile to Hongjoong’s face, finding one of Hwa’s hands to intertwine their fingers over Joong’s stomach. 

After a minute of silence, Joong spoke up. “How are you feeling?”

“Exhausted, sore, but so happy that I can’t put it into words.” Seonghwa scooted closer so that there was no room between them. 

Hongjoong smiled again and shook his head. “I should have asked my question properly. I meant about AURAGE.”

“Oh.” Hwa was silent for a minute, processing the question. “I still miss them. That’s not going to go away. I’ve missed them since I was forced to leave the group. Missed them since I said my goodbyes and boarded the plane to fly here. Today was really difficult, but I’m okay. You helped a lot. And knowing that I will see them again also helps. They’re getting ready for another North American tour, but keep that to yourself please.” Hwa seemed to realize what he had said, as his head popped up and looked worried. 

Hongjoong mimed, sealing his lips and throwing away a key. “I won’t say anything.”

Seonghwa chuckled and pressed a kiss to his lips, one that lingered, neither pulling away, or pushing forward for more. When the black haired man finally broke away, a light blush was on his cheeks again and he laid his head back down over Joong’s heart. “I will probably go and see them while they’re in LA. They’re supposed to do two shows there, and then they’re supposed to go to Phoenix, so I’ll go to that one too. I’m also thinking that I will go and see them back home in April, for my birthday.”

Hongjoong nodded. “I think you should baby, that’d be a great way to spend your birthday.”

“Will you go with me?” Once more Seonghwa moved so he could look at Hongjoong.

“You want me to go to Korea with you?” His eyes rounded with shock, even as Seonghwa nodded his head eagerly. “I mean, I’d have to get my passport. I don’t have one.”

“How do you not have a passport?” The idol looked incredulous. 

Hongjoong chuckled at the expression. “I’ve never needed one.”

“Well you do now. We will get you one and you will go with me.” His mind made up, Seonghwa let his head drop again. 

Joong smiled, feeling those butterflies once more. With every new step that he and Seonghwa took, the more his life appeared anchored to his idol’s. Funny how not so long ago his life largely revolved around his adoration for AURAGE, Seonghwa in particular. His family teased him for it, as did his coworkers. Yeosang was the only one that really understood it and fanned the flames of Hongjoong’s obsession rather than telling him he needed to get a life like some people. At points Hongjoong felt bad, telling himself how silly it was to be so consumed by a group, a man, that didn’t even know he existed. But they were always there for him, lifting him up in the worst of times, and guiding him to be a better person. How could he not be totally enamored by them? And look at him now! All of his “obsessive” behavior wasn’t for nothing, as he had landed the most amazing person in the world. 

Seonghwa had become an even bigger part of his life than he had been when he was in AURAGE. It was something that Hongjoong was eternally grateful for. He didn’t feel that he deserved Seonghwa’s affections, his heart or his body. Somehow though, the idol had chosen him. Chosen him years ago, and used the memory of him to get through the toughest time in his life. Chose Kim Mother Fucking Hongjoong and came to America, to Montrose, Colorado, just to see if the connection he had felt that night was genuine. 

“Babe…” Hongjoong started, questions spilling into his mind. 

“Hmm?” Seonghwa sounded so tired as he answered, clearly on the verge of falling asleep after they had lapsed into silence. 

“What would you have done if you had never found me? How did you know where I worked? Or was that a coincidence?” 

Seonghwa chuckled. “I found your business card purely on chance, so me coming to your store wasn’t a coincidence, no. I did need cell phone service, so I thought it was pretty great that you worked at a place where I could get service.” He laughed again. “But, I only planned to be here for a year initially. To see if I could find you, and if I couldn’t, I would go back home.”

“You realize that’s crazy right?” It was Joong’s turn to chuckle. 

“I know. But I had nothing to lose and everything to gain. If it turned out that I couldn’t find you, or that the connection wasn’t really there, I would have just gone back home and picked up the pieces to figure out my next move void of your presence. Luckily it didn’t go like that. I found you,” he looked up at Hongjoong, a serene smile on his face, “and the connection was real, and still there. It was the best idea I ever had.”

“I’ll say.” Joong returned the smile. “We certainly wouldn’t be here right now if you hadn’t decided to come and find me. God, I can’t believe Park Fucking Seonghwa came to find me.” He laughed again, this one in disbelief. 

“That’s the second time you’ve referred to me as Park Fucking Seonghwa.” Hwa glared, clearly in disapproval. 

“Hmm? What? I didn’t say that.” Joong played innocent. 

Seonghwa frowned, narrowing his eyes. “I do not have a middle name, Hongjoong. That is a western tradition.”

Hongjoong howled with laughter. “Oh baby, you are so funny.”

The idol blinked in confusion, clearly not finding anything funny, which only made Hongjoong laugh harder. 

⧭

Early morning light beamed Hongjoong right in the eye, making him grumble and throw a hand over his face to try and shy away from it. As he moved he became aware of the warmth of the bed and the comforting weight of Seonghwa’s arm draped across his waist. He cracked one eye open, taking in the peaceful sight of Hwa still asleep beside him, his dark hair falling into his face. 

For a moment, Joong watched as Seonghwa slept, his mouth slightly open and his breath falling across his bottom lip like fog rolling in on a riverbank. Hongjoong’s chest tightened with a swell of emotions he hadn’t expected to feel so strongly. Love. Contentment. A happiness so deep it made his heart ache. Seonghwa was his boyfriend. The achingly beautiful man had chosen him. Unable to resist, Joong reached out, brushing a strand of hair from Hwa’s face.

Seonghwa stirred, his lashes fluttering as his eyes slowly opened. A small, sleepy smile spread across his lips when he saw Hongjoong. “Morning,” he murmured, his voice thick with sleep.

“Morning, beautiful,” Hongjoong replied, his own smile matching Seonghwa’s.

Seonghwa shifted closer, nuzzling his face into Hongjoong’s neck. “Do you really have to go to work today?” he mumbled, his tone betraying his reluctance to let Hongjoong go.

“Unfortunately,” Joong said, chuckling softly. “But not until later. We’ve got some time.” He couldn’t call in again, no matter how much he was tempted to do so. 

“Good,” Seonghwa murmured, pressing a kiss to Hongjoong’s collarbone. “Then let me take care of you this morning.”

Before Hongjoong could protest or ask what he meant, the singer slipped out of bed, tugging the blanket back over Joong’s shoulders. “Stay here. I’ll call you when breakfast is ready.”

The brown haired man watched as Seonghwa disappeared into the kitchen, his heart full. He stayed in bed for a little longer before finally deciding to get up and join the idol. The smell of something delicious greeted him as he stepped into the bright, cozy space.

Seonghwa was at the stove, humming softly to himself as he worked. He glanced up when Hongjoong entered, his face lighting up. “Hey, I told you to stay in bed.”

“I couldn’t help it,” Joong said, grinning as he walked over and wrapped his arms around Seonghwa’s waist from behind. “You’re too tempting.”

Seonghwa laughed, his free hand covering Hongjoong’s where it rested on his stomach. “Flattery won’t get you out of doing the dishes.”

“I wasn’t trying to,” Hongjoong replied, pressing a kiss to Seonghwa’s shoulder. “You’re gorgeous, you know that?”

“Keep sweet talking me,” Seonghwa teased, though his soft smile gave away how much the words meant to him.

The two finished breakfast together, sitting down to eat with easy conversation and shared smiles. When it was finally time for Hongjoong to leave, Seonghwa handed him his freshly cleaned uniform, neatly folded and still warm from the dryer.

“Thanks for this,” Hongjoong said, holding up the clothes.

“Of course,” Seonghwa replied, his expression softening. “I just want to make things easier for you.”

Hongjoong leaned in, capturing Seonghwa’s lips in a tender kiss. “You always do.”

They lingered by the door, reluctant to part, but Hongjoong eventually pulled away with a sigh. “I’ll see you tonight, okay?” The two had made dinner plans, something the singer insisted on. A home cooked meal for Hongjoong, and well, who was he to deny the man his desires?

“I’ll be here,” Seonghwa promised, his voice gentle. “Have a good day, Joongie.”

Hongjoong left with a full heart, the memory of Seonghwa’s smile carrying him through the day ahead.

⧭

Sunday’s were typically slow days at the phone store, but with it being December and everyone out Christmas shopping, it was more of a toss up as to what Sunday would actually be like. Hongjoong had made a lot of sales already and it was only the middle of the month, so he wasn’t worried if they were slow. He really hoped it would be so that he’d have more time to text his boyfriend and less time of having to deal with people. With how busy work had been since December first, he was people-ed out. Being an introvert, his social battery was so depleted he was surprised that he even had the wherewithal to entertain AURAGE and then Yeosang and Jongho along with them. He didn’t know where he had gotten the energy to do all of that, but had a feeling it was mostly because of Hwa that he managed at all. The man gave him energy, and Hongjoong thrived on it. 

With it being Sunday, only four people were scheduled to work from open to close, as the store closed earlier than normal. Sadly that also meant he was working with Ted, and Hongjoong really hated that. He had to stifle and silence his groan when he saw the man’s car pull into the parking lot. Joong was already at the front door with Diamond, unlocking the store to head inside. When he heard an audible groan from Diamond though, he looked her way with a raised eyebrow. 

“I didn’t know he worked today.” She sighed in clear annoyance. “Ignore me. I didn’t say anything.”

Hongjoong chuckled and shook his head. “Don’t worry, the feeling is mutual.”

A small sense of worry built up in his stomach. Diamond was a Halo. She was obsessed with Mingi, and Hongjoong hadn’t said anything about her to AURAGE while they were in town. Was that wrong of him? He didn’t know Diamond that well, but he did enjoy working with her. They often got into discussions about AURAGE and joked about kidnapping them from Korea. She completely supported his love of Seonghwa (still very much in the dark about the idol being Joong’s boyfriend), and he supported her love of Mingi. Hongjoong wanted to get to know her better, but he hadn’t been scheduled to work with her as much as he wished. More often than not he was working with Kiandra, which he really approved of since she was his work bestie, but Diamond was cool too. He felt guilty over not letting her meet her mental boyfriend. 

A thought occurred to him though. What if Mingi was okay with doing a FaceTime call with her sometime? Hongjoong wasn’t against asking the other man. Though maybe not right off the bat. That would be weird. Joong made a mental note to start texting Mingi so he could develop a good rapport with the man before he brought such an idea up. Maybe it would even bring him and Diamond closer, and he liked that idea. 

The first two hours of the day sped by despite there being no customers in the store. Diamond and Hongjoong sat at one table, discussing their usual AURAGE obsession. Ted sat at a nearby table with the Negative Nancy coworker Aiden. Hongjoong got along pretty well with Aiden, and the guy could be cool when he wanted to be. However, after his son was fired from the other company store in town, Aiden had become nothing more than a negative soul sucking life force that everyone wanted to avoid. Except Ted apparently. Hongjoong hoped they’d become best friends and leave him alone. 

“Have you gotten Kia into AURAGE yet or kpop at all?” Diamond frowned. 

Hongjoong chuckled. “I’ve tried so many times, but she keeps saying no. Though there was this one picture I shared of San once and she thought he was hot.”

“That’s cause she likes them muscled men. She would go for San!” The girl tossed her hands in the air in defeat. “She has to go to Korea with us man! If she doesn’t get on bored with this, then I’m calling the police!”

“You can’t call the police on everything and everyone, Diamond!” Hongjoong laughed again, so very used to hearing Diamond talk about calling the police over the smallest injustice or perceived injustice. 

“Watch me.” She pointed her pen at Hongjoong, a serious look on her face. 

Hongjoong shook his head, laughing as he leaned back in his chair. “Alright, let’s say you do call the police. What’s the charge? ‘Failure to appreciate Korean pop idols’? I’m pretty sure that’s not in the criminal code.”

“It should be,” Diamond retorted, twirling her pen like it was a gavel. “Neglecting to appreciate AURAGE’s existence is a crime against humanity.”

“You’re relentless,” Hongjoong said, grinning. “I mean, I get it, but I’m pretty sure Kia would argue her case. She doesn’t listen to you half the time anyway.”

Diamond gasped, clutching her chest dramatically. “Rude! I’m the voice of reason around here.”

“Voice of something, that’s for sure,” Hongjoong teased, dodging a playful swipe of her pen.

Before Diamond could respond, the faint sound of AURAGE’s latest single filtered through the store’s speakers. Diamond’s eyes widened as she whipped her head around to the source of the sound. “Did you... did you make this the playlist for today?”

Hongjoong shrugged, fighting back a smirk. “Gotta keep myself entertained somehow.”

Diamond beamed. “See? This is why you’re my favorite. If Ted had been in charge of music, we’d be listening to classic rock all day, and I’d probably die.”

Hongjoong raised an eyebrow. “I thought you said classic rock was tolerable?”

“It was ,” Diamond said with a dramatic sigh. “But Ted’s playlists are all dad rock, and not the good kind. If I hear ‘Sweet Home Alabama’ one more time, I’m going to riot.”

“Noted,” Hongjoong said, shaking his head. “AURAGE it is.”

As the song played, Diamond began humming along, then singing under her breath. When it got to Mingi’s rap verse, she sat up straighter and pointed dramatically at Hongjoong. “This part? This part is why I’m in love with him.”

Hongjoong chuckled. “Just this part? Not, you know, the other dozen reasons you’ve listed before?”

“Obviously it’s everything about him,” Diamond said, waving a hand. “But his voice? The way he raps like he’s personally declaring war on my sanity? Perfection.”

“You need help,” Hongjoong said, though he couldn’t help but laugh. “Serious, professional help.”

“And you’re not offering?” she shot back with a grin.

“Not a chance,” Hongjoong replied.

They both laughed, the banter flowing easily until the front door chimed, signaling a customer’s arrival. Hongjoong groaned, but Diamond leaned over and whispered, “Watch this. Bet they’re here for a bill pay.”

As the customer approached, Diamond was proven right when they proclaimed they needed to pay on their account. Hongjoong gave her a side eye as he stood up to assist. “Alright, psychic, when are you winning the lottery so we can fund our Korea trip?”

Diamond smirked. “Oh, honey, I don’t need psychic powers for that. I need a Mingi body pillow and a GoFundMe.”

Hongjoong nearly tripped over his own feet as he walked away, trying to stifle his laughter.

⧭

By five o’clock Hongjoong was ready to go! Only four customers came in all day, and none of them were there for anything good. He had texted Seonghwa several times throughout the day, mostly giving updates on how bored he was but also how amusing Diamond was. Seonghwa had informed him of his very eventful day that involved going to the gym, grocery shopping, visiting the cafe, finding a good spot for his own instagram shoot and deep cleaning his house. It was a much busier day than Joong had had, that was for certain. He was glad that Seonghwa was doing okay and seemingly staying busy. He knew that his boyfriend oftentimes struggled with the slower pace of his life, after getting so conditioned to a schedule that kept him busy from sun up to sun down. Hongjoong couldn’t imagine going through such a change, and it only proved to put Hwa in an even brighter light, one that showed his resilience and strength to a higher degree. 

Once the closing duties were finished, Hongjoong’s mind had slipped off to the previous day’s events… the taste of Seonghwa’s skin, the sounds he made when Joong was buried deep inside of him… fuck. How he longed to hear those sounds again, to feel his boyfriend shiver and shake around him, to tell Park Fucking Seonghwa he was a good boy…

“Hongjoong?”

The salesman snapped out of his thoughts, finding Diamond staring at him with wide eyes and an accusatory stare. “Dude you can’t just zone out on me when I’m talking. I’m calling the police!”

He laughed again, “Sorry, didn’t mean to do that. What did you say?”

“I was asking if we were done so we could leave.” 

“Right, yeah, we’re good. Let’s go.” Oops. Hongjoong felt silly for being caught, but as soon as he was in his Jeep, his mind ventured back into unsafe territory. 

Hongjoong:
Heading your way baby ♥️

My Boyfriend:
Yay! Doors unlocked for you

Hongjoong all but flew to Seonghwa’s house, feeling a sense of deja vu in his actions. It was just the day before that he rushed to the man’s home, but for a very different reason. This time Hongjoong wasn’t worried about the singer’s mental health, but was instead dying to get his hands back on the beautiful man. He thought it was a bit comical how quickly things had shifted for them. All it took was for Hwa to break down that final wall and now there were no reservations left in Hongjoong. He knew what he wanted, and hoped that Seonghwa wanted it too. The salesman didn’t figure they’d be able to go all the way today, as he knew that Hwa had mentioned being sore that morning, and that was fine. Joong would just be happy with running his hand across Seonghwa’s silky smooth skin. 

The mere thought had him gripping the wheel just a bit tighter as he pulled into the driveway. He sat in his Jeep for a minute, trying to calm his racing heart. Not to mention he didn’t want to walk in sporting a half hard dick. Ridiculous. Seonghwa had said he was cooking dinner, so Hongjoong would need to get through dinner before he was able to touch his boyfriend. The torment was going to be so horrible. 

Eventually, Hongjoong stepped out of his Jeep and approached the front door. He tested the doorknob, finding that it was unlocked, just as Hwa had said. The black haired man wasn’t found in the living room, but the sound of water running in the kitchen told Joong where his boyfriend was. He stepped into the kitchen, finding Hwa with his back to the doorway, standing at the sink as he washed various vegetables. Hongjoong took a moment to bask in the man’s unnoticed and unworried presence. His eyes raked over Seonghwa’s backside, noting the way that his pants and sweater hugged his frame. The belt on his pants only drew attention to the beauty of his tiny waist. A waist that Hongjoong already missed squeezing, and tasting. 

Finally deciding to make his move, Hongjoong walked over and grabbed Seonghwa, his arms circling around him as his mouth met the man’s neck. The initial startle from the singer was short lived once he realized who Joong was, and a smile spread across his face. “You scared me.” He spoke in a soft tone, still holding onto a couple of radishes he had just rinsed off. 

“Mmm, sorry, baby.” Joong apologized with a devilish smirk. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you today. About how good you taste,” he ran his tongue over the man’s neck for emphasis, enjoying the shiver he received in response, “About how you sound when you’re begging to cum or saying my name.” The demon took over Joong once again, and there was no stopping it. His hands squeezed Hwa’s waist before one of them slipped underneath the singer’s sweater, fingers splayed to touch as much of Seonghwa’s smooth skin as possible. “I want to make you feel so good again.” His voice remained in a low, hazy whisper, dripping with seduction and a commanding aura. 

Seonghwa seemed to melt into Hongjoong, his weight coming to rest against the shorter man’s chest. His breathing had already hitched in his throat, eyes closed and mouth slightly open. He looked so beautiful. “I-I’ve thought of y-you all day too.” His voice, like Joong’s, was barely above a whisper. 

“What about me?” Hongjoong dared to push his hand further down, fingertips just barely sliding beneath Hwa’s waist line, but it was still enough to make Seonghwa moan and jerk forward in anticipation. 

Hongjoong’s mouth was in line with Seonghwa’s jaw with their slight height difference, and so he used it to his advantage, trailing kisses and small nips against the sensitive skin. Hearing a clatter, he looked into the sink, noting that Seonghwa had dropped the radishes he was holding, his hands moving to hold onto the edge of the counter in front of him. 

“Um,” Hwa tried to speak, clearly having trouble. “I… I thought about…”

“Yes?” Hongjoong let his hand inch further down, just barely. He was amazed at the reaction he was having on Park Fucking Seonghwa as he watched another shiver rake through his boyfriend’s body. 

“Joong…” Seonghwa moaned the man’s name out, clenching the counter tighter. 

Hongjoong was so amused. For all intents and purposes, he hadn’t done anything to warrant such a reaction. A few kisses and bites, and a hand that hadn’t even yet touched the singer’s dick, yet there Seonghwa was, hardly able to contain himself. It was insanely hot, and told Hongjoong he didn’t need to stop. 

“What things have you thought about me today, baby?” Hongjoong prompted again, pulling the sweater away from Seonghwa’s shoulder to see the mark he had left. It made his eyes darken with hunger, but instead of biting the mark once more, he pressed his lips to it lightly, being rewarded with another moan. 

“I-I… I-can’t thi-think.” Seonghwa stuttered out, his eyes closed tight as his brain seemingly melted.

“Sure you can, baby, it’s not hard. Don’t you want to be my good boy?”

Seonghwa nodded his head energetically and eagerly. “Y-yes, mo-more than any-anything.”

“Have you thought about my mouth on you?” Hongjoong pressed his lips to Hwa’s neck again at the junction between his neck and shoulder.

“Yes,” Seonghwa answered quickly, though his voice was still breathy and hardly more than a whisper. 

Joong gripped the man’s waist with his other hand. “What else, baby? You want me to do all of the work, hmm?” He asked with a giggle. 

Seonghwa bit down on his lip and shook his head. “N-no. I’ve th-thought about how good-how good you made me feel.”

“Mhm. Be more specific, gorgeous.” Hongjoong moved his hand down further, stopping once his hand was just above the pubic region, lightly running his fingers across Hwa’s skin but not going any further. 

“Your hands…” Hwa groaned. It was an obvious thing to pick considering how Hongjoong was already teasing him with the aforementioned hands. “The-the way they touched me yes-yesterday.”

“Good boy.” Hongjoong grinned. “Do you like how they’re touching you now?”

“Yes,” Seonghwa nodded his head eagerly, answering in a whispered and shaky breath.

“I want to make you feel so good. Can I?”

“Pl-please.” Seonghwa seemed to melt further, knees buckling. If it weren’t for Hongjoong and and the counter, the idol probably would have dropped to the ground. 

“Turn around.” Hongjoong pulled his hands away from the other man, hearing a low whine at the lack of contact, and noting how Hwa really did almost collapse, suddenly gripping the counter even tighter as Joong stepped away. 

It took a minute for Hwa to compose himself, but then he did turn around, eyes heavy with lust and barely focused. He appeared a little bit confused. His hands struck out behind him to grip the counter again. The look he gave Hongjoong nearly sent the brown haired man into a coma. Eyes heavily lidded, his bottom lip being pulled into his mouth by his teeth, bringing all of the attention to how beautifully plump his lips were. It took everything in Hongjoong to keep his composure and not turn into the melting puddle himself. 

There was that thought again on whether or not this was the real world. What had Hongjoong done in a past life to be so lucky and blessed in this one?

Hongjoong closed the space between the pair, tilting his head up to reach Hwa’s lips, taking them over in a heated kiss. The moment his tongue slipped into Seonghwa’s mouth, the black haired man was moaning again, his arms wrapping around Joong to pull him even closer. Not wanting to break the kiss, Joong moved a hand between them to massage Seonghwa’s dick through his pants. Of course such actions made the singer jerk forward and moan louder, his own mouth going slack. Hongjoong giggled into the kiss.

“You’re so sensitive today baby,” he spoke against Hwa’s lips, but was forced to kiss other areas as poor Seonghwa was completely lost in the sauce. Hongjoong moved his lips to the underside of Hwa’s jaw, tasting him thoroughly. His hand gripped the idol’s cock through his pants, pumping it as best he could. 

Hongjoong pulled back enough to watch Seonghwa’s face. “You taste so fucking good,” Hongjoong whispered. “Taste good, are so fucking sexy, and we all know how I feel about the noises you make. Let’s get your pants down, yeah?”

Seonghwa was blitzed out, nodding his head with his eyes still closed, but once Hongjoong’s hand was on the belt, undoing it, Hwa’s eyes snapped open and he shook his head. “No-not in here. My room. Please.”

“What’s wrong with being in here?” Hongjoong giggled. “You weren’t picky about where we did things yesterday.”

Hwa leveled Hongjoong with a withering stare, and honestly the brown haired man was surprised he could muster the strength for it considering how he was back to holding onto the counter for dear life. “It’s the kitchen, Hongjoong.” He spoke in such a deadpan voice, as if this was the greatest offense in the world to even consider having any kind of sexual contact in the kitchen. 

“Okay?” Hongjoong was really not understanding. 

“Food is prepared here.” He spoke in an exasperated tone. “My room.” There was a commanding and bold sense to his words, and it made a shiver crawl up Joong’s spine. Holy shit. Commanding Seonghwa was fucking hot, wow. Hongjoong blinked, trying to find his composure again, because he was not one to take orders normally… but damn!

“Right. Well one day I’ll change your mind on that.” Hongjoong stepped away, moving a few feet away to the island that stood in the kitchen. His hand ran across the solid smooth surface. “Because this is the perfect height for me to bend you over it.” Finding his boldness once again, he giggled and waited for Seonghwa to move. Only once the other man had gone into his bedroom did Hongjoong follow. 

As Joong rounded the corner into the singer’s bedroom, he spotted Hwa taking his sweater off, folding it nice and neat and placing it on top of his dresser. Hongjoong chuckled, but let his eyes roam over the man’s back. The thought of putting his mark all over it made him groan. God Seonghwa was so insanely gorgeous. Was there anyone else in the world as attractive as him? Hongjoong certainly didn’t think so. And Park Fucking Seonghwa was his. It sent tingles through his body to have that realization again, for the one hundredth time. 

He stayed in the doorway, watching his boyfriend undress, a bit confused on why he was getting completely naked for all that Hongjoong had planned, but he wasn’t going to complain about it either. It just meant he had more canvas to work with, more skin to tease. There were a lot of ways to get someone off after all. 

Once Seonghwa was undressed, all of his clothing folded neatly on top of his dresser (minus his underwear, which had instead been thrown into his dirty clothes hamper and made Hongjoong raise an eyebrow in confusion), the singer turned to find Hongjoong. 

“Why are you still dressed?” He eyed Hongjoong with a raised eyebrow, moving to sit down on the edge of his bed. His hands gripped his mattress now instead of the kitchen counter. His cock stood at attention, and even from Joong’s vantage point across the room, he could see how much it was glistening with precum. Was that why Hwa had thrown out his boxer briefs? Had he soaked them? Fuck if that was true, then Hongjoong thought he might just die once he confirmed his theory. 

“Why would I not be?” He chuckled, walking further into the room. He watched as Seonghwa spread his legs wide the closer that Joong got to him. The salesman stopped in between those legs, looking down at Hwa, his fingers running through the man’s beautiful locks. 

“Are you planning to fuck me with all of your clothes on again?” Seonghwa pouted, pushing his bottom lip out so far that it nearly shook from the effort. Despite the incredibly heated atmosphere, Hongjoong couldn’t help but think of how incredibly adorable Hwa looked. 

He chuckled and shook his head. “I wasn’t going to fuck you, baby. You said this morning that you were really sore. I was just going to suck you off.”

Seonghwa was immediately shaking his head, both hands moving to push up Hongjoong’s shirt. “No, I want you inside of me again.”

Hongjoong lifted his arms and helped to remove his shirt, but his eyes shined with worry. “Baby, I don’t think that’s a good idea. I don’t want to hurt you. Trust me, I’d love to be inside of you again,” his fingers gripped tighter on the hair in his hand, causing Hwa to hiss. “But you said it yourself, you’ve not been with someone my size before. You need to be able to recuperate from that before we do it again.” Joong was using every ounce of strength he had to say such things. 

“Hongjoong,” Seonghwa started, his tone back to one that left no room for an argument. Hongjoong had no idea how in the world he could be so pliant and such a good boy one moment, and then commanding the next. What the hell even was Park Fucking Seonghwa? “You’re going to fuck me. I don’t care about a little soreness. I want you so bad. I need you inside of me. Want you to make me feel full again in a way that only you can.” His voice had dropped an octave, speaking with such seduction it was a wonder that Joong’s clothes hadn’t removed themselves. To add emphasis to his words, the singer unzipped Joong’s pants and pressed his hand inside to grab the man’s cock. 

Joong bit down hard on his lip to keep himself from moaning. “Fuck you leave no room for bargaining.” He mumbled. 

“Barg-gain-ing?” Seonghwa questioned with his head tilted to the side. 

“Don’t worry about it baby.” The retail worker shook his head. It was not time for English lessons. “Okay, yeah, have it your way, but I swear to god I’m stopping if you end up in pain.”

“That’s fine.” Hwa nodded his head, leaning forward to press a series of kisses to Hongjoong’s stomach, making that moan Joong had tried to hold back initially, slip free regardless. “I love that you’re so caring and kind.” Hwa looked up at Joong from his spot, a smile on his face. 

Hongjoong returned the smile. “I love you, of course I’m going to be caring and kind. You’re my everything, Seonghwa.”

The older man smiled even brighter. “Good, then make your everything happier and get back to doing what you were doing moments ago, but without your clothes.”

Joong didn’t have a chance to say anything to that order, for Seonghwa’s tongue and lips were back on his stomach, making the younger man squirm. Seonghwa only pulled back when Hongjoong told him to lay down on the bed, which he promptly did, laying down horizontally on the bed with his legs hanging off. 

Hongjoong pulled his pants and underwear off as Hwa wanted, bunching them up on the ground before he dropped to his knees on top of them. Once he was comfortable, he grabbed Seonghwa’s cock, listening to the beautiful moan his boyfriend released. Joong bit his own lip to keep himself calm, but he couldn’t deny how excited he was to finally have his mouth on his boyfriend’s dick. 

Hwa propped himself up on his elbows so he could watch Hongjoong, but it didn’t bother the other man. He ran his hand up and down, grinning at just how easy the slide was. “Did you soak your underwear, baby?” His eyes met Hwa’s, and he noted the way his face turned red and he dropped back onto the bed. “Don’t be embarrassed, I think it’s hot. I love that I get you this fucking wet. God, what a turn on.”

“Really?” Seonghwa glanced back in his direction, his voice small. 

“Yes, really.” To make his point, Joong used his tongue to lap up some of the fluid. He groaned, getting more turned on by the simple act. Hongjoong had never cared one way or another about giving someone a blowjob, but with Seonghwa, it was something he had fantasized about many times. Five years of living with desire, and now he was finally getting to fulfill it.

His eyes darted over the bruises he had left on the man’s thighs and he groaned. They looked so good on his boyfriend. Joong reached out and pressed down on one of them in a moment of sadism, watching as Seonghwa jerked, hissing in obvious pain but the pain subsided to pleasure as the hiss turned into a small whimpering moan. 

Locking eyes with Seonghwa, the salesman moved his hand to grasp Hwa’s cock again, and flicked his thumb across the tip, paying special attention to the hole, watching as his boyfriend moaned loudly, head falling back between his shoulder blades. Joong grinned and finally took the head into his mouth, swirling his tongue all around as he inched further and further down. The series of moans he heard was music to his ears. 

Seonghwa gasped, moaned, and cried out, hands finding their way into Joong’s hair. He didn’t apply pressure, nor did he pull. “Oh my god, Hongjoong!” The singer’s thighs shook, his whole body vibrating. “Oh my god.” He whispered the repeated exclamation. “Fuck. Fuck. Oh god!” To say Seonghwa was losing it was an understatement. “Babe! Babe! I’m not- I just… oh my god…” 

Hongjoong almost laughed, witnessing the complete breakdown of his boyfriend just from having his cock in his mouth. Joong took as much of Seonghwa into his mouth as he could, using his hand to grip the base he couldn’t quite reach. He set a relentless pace, bobbing his head back and forth as quickly as he could, cheeks hollowed to create a vacuum. 

Seonghwa screamed, legs pulling up to wrap around Hongjoong’s head, and oh god if there was a preferable way to die, this was it for Hongjoong. Stuck between Park Fucking Seonghwa’s thighs. He couldn’t imagine a better way to go. He wasn’t sure if Hwa was overly sensitive, or if he just really really liked blowjobs, and Joong didn’t care either. Being stuck between Seonghwa’s thighs was truly the happiest place to be. The hands in his hair gripped harder, gasps, broken moans, and occasional yells breaking the sounds of sucking taking place in the room. 

Sadly Hongjoong didn’t get as much time as he wanted with his boyfriend’s dick, as very soon the black haired man was pulling on Joong’s hair. “Sto-sto-stop oh my fucking god, please.” His body visibly shook again and Hongjoong slowly pulled off, running his tongue over every inch as he pulled his head up. 

“What’s wrong?” He grinned as he looked at Seonghwa, the singer even more blitzed out than he had been before. 

“I don’t-I don’t…” he sighed and dropped his upper body back onto the bed. 

Hongjoong took that as an invitation and leaned forward again to suck the tip of Hwa’s cock into his mouth, swirling his tongue again. 

“Hongjoong!” Hwa yelled even louder, thighs involuntarily squeezing Joong again. “Oh god! Pleas-jebal! JEBAL!”

Joong giggled but relented. “Damn baby, you’re more sensitive than I originally thought. Why is that, hmm?”

Seonghwa didn’t answer, his chest rising and falling in quick succession. His legs were still pulled up, and as Hongjoong pulled back some, he was given the sight of Hwa’s hole, spit and precum having already mixed together as they dropped from the man’s cock down his balls, and over his hole. 

Hongjoong pushed Hwa’s legs further up and dove in, his tongue immediately lapping across the puckered hole. Hwa yelled again, his hands gripping the blanket. 

The brown haired man ignored the pleas, both in English and Korean, his tongue pushing in and out in a violent pace that had Hwa trembling again. By the time that Hongjoong felt satisfied with what he was doing to his boyfriend, he pulled back and stood up to examine Seonghwa. 

He was ruined. The black haired man’s eyes were barely open so heavy were his eyelids. His mouth was only slightly open, the smallest gap between his lips. He moved his head back and forth slowly, shaking his head to nothing, mumbling incoherencies, hands flexing and opening on his blanket over and over. Occasionally, a full body shiver would run through him. Hongjoong thought he had never looked as gorgeous as he did now. 

“Is your lube still in the living room, beautiful?” Hongjoong smiled as he looked down at Hwa. The man mumbled something else, but Joong couldn’t understand it. “Do you need a minute, sweetheart?” 

Seonghwa nodded his head and Joong giggled. He moved to sit down beside the other man. His own erection was starting to get painful, but he still wanted to abuse Hwa’s prostate before he finally allowed himself to get inside of his boyfriend. Though he was also wondering if he might have overdone it, because Seonghwa had become a boneless lump that was hardly responsive to the things going on around him. Hongjoong stroked himself for a minute, just to try and take some of the edge off, unsure how much longer he could torture himself this way. 

“Nightstand.” Hwa finally spoke a word that made sense, one of his hands freeing the blanket from his death grip to gesture towards the nightstand that stood beside his bed. 

Joong glanced over, but there was nothing on the top of the nightstand save for a lamp. He stood and walked over to pull the drawer open. Of course it was clear of useless things and everything was nicely organized inside. A bottle of melatonin, a nail file, lip balm, a tablet, and the lube. Hongjoong pulled it free and walked back to stand between his boyfriend’s legs. He looked down and realized that with the height of the bed, he could easily stand up and fuck Seonghwa into the mattress. It sounded like a good plan to him. 

“Are you with me, baby?”

“Mos-mostly.” Hwa nodded, his eyes not fully focused but still on Hongjoong. 

The man giggled. “God you are so fucking amazing, I can’t believe the effect I’m having on you.”

“Why-why not? You’re you.” Seonghwa sputtered the word out, trailing off into a moan as Hongjoong easily slid two fingers of the idol. “Please…ahhh.” He whispered the word, eyes rolling as Hongjoong pressed against his prostate, making Hwa’s back arch off the bed. 

“Mmm, you want to try and cum for me a couple of times baby?” Hongjoong was relentless, not letting up as he continued to twitch his fingers against the smooth spot inside of Seonghwa. Over and over he pressed on it, flicked his fingers against it, whatever gave him the best reaction. Things were progressing quickly, and Joong felt bad for the fact that he hadn’t spent much time properly worshipping any other part of his boyfriend outside of his cock and his asshole. Well, there would be plenty of other times…

His question remained in the air as Hwa struggled, pressing himself down on the fingers that intruded on his space, eyes rolling back, breathing so heavy one would think he was performing on stage. Hongjoong went to ask his question again, but the sudden tightening around his fingers was answer enough. Seonghwa’s dick twitched, sputtering out his cum all over his stomach and chest. 

Hongjoong grinned, continuing to milk his boyfriend’s prostate, watching as every last drop poured from Hwa’s twitching cock. Only when it stopped did he pull his fingers free. He dropped to his knees again, lightly massaging the black haired man’s thighs, pressing small kisses to them. “God, I’m obsessed with you.” He whispered against the golden skin. 

Seonghwa whimpered and whispered Hongjoong’s name, but otherwise couldn’t muster up anything else. 

After a couple of minutes passed Joong stood back up and grabbed the lube once more. “Are you sure you still want me to fuck you?” He watched his boyfriend intently, fully expecting that Seonghwa would say no.

Instead, he received a head nod. “Please.” Seonghwa whispered.

“You’re so greedy, gorgeous.” Hongjoong giggled. “Can’t just accept the one orgasm, you gotta have another one?” He teased.

Seonghwa’s brows furrowed and he pouted, looking absolutely adorable in the process. “I’m not-I’m not greedy. You sai-said-you asked…” he seemed to struggle to form words, which only made him pout further. Hongjoong understood what he was trying to say though. 

“I’m kidding baby, I’m just teasing you.” He smiled, pushing Hwa’s legs up before he pulled the man to the edge of the bed, listening to the little squeak Seonghwa let out in the process. 

Joong pulled Seonghwa’s legs up to rest on his shoulders, kissing each calf before he got himself fully into position.

The salesman spread the lube over his cock, sighing contently at the glide and pleasure his own hand brought. His erection still hurt, and he wanted a release so badly, but he wasn’t complaining a single bit about how things had gone. While he hadn’t anticipated getting as turned on as he had, and certainly hadn’t anticipated worrying about his own pleasure, he was fine with the path things had hurdled down. 

“You will tell me if I’m hurting you, right?” He grasped one of Hwa’s thighs in one hand and his cock in the other, lining it up with Seonghwa’s hole, letting the tip touch the idol’s rim but not actually pressing inside. 

The feeling was enough for Seonghwa to shiver and jerk, gasping. “Y-Yes, ye-yes I will-will. Oh god Hongjoong pl-please.”

Joong ground his teeth together. “Okay baby, it’s gonna be a stretch and I’m gonna go slow. I really don’t want to hurt you.” Which was funny considering he had no problem pressing on that bruise earlier, knowing damn well it would inflict pain. 

Seonghwa nodded his head eagerly, spreading his legs a little wider, eyes finding Hongjoong’s. 

Joong pressed forward slowly, just as he had said he would, breaching Hwa’s walls. He watched as Seonghwa’s eyes dropped closed and his mouth popped open, his body tensing. “Seonghwa, I need you to relax baby.” Hongjoong instructed, rubbing his hand over Hwa’s thigh. “Come on beautiful, relax for me.”

Seonghwa did his best, and Hongjoong watched as his hands relaxed on the blanket instead of continuing to tense, which also meant his hole wasn’t clenching as tightly on Joong’s cock. As good as that had felt, Hongjoong knew that it would only hurt Seonghwa if he didn’t relax. 

Pressing further in, he felt Seonghwa stretching to accommodate his girth, and it made his breath come in quick bursts. He couldn’t get over how fucking good Seonghwa felt. It made him believe that the idol was pure perfection. There was not a single thing about Park Fucking Seonghwa that wasn’t perfect. Though perfection came at a price, and that price was the knowledge that Hongjoong wasn’t going to last long. He was already so close, and the further his cock slid into the wet heat of Seonghwa’s ass, the more he tiptoed to the edge of the cliff. 

The only sound in the room was their combined heavy breathing and the wet squelching as Hongjoong slid further inside. But it didn’t stay that way long, for Seonghwa seemed to relax more and more the further inside Joong went, and soon little gasps and moans were filling the space between them like birdsongs. 

Hongjoong slid all the way inside and stopped, holding onto Seonghwa’s legs as he remained standing. He forced himself to be still, just like the day before, letting Hwa get used to it all. He watched as his boyfriend reached out for him, fingertips grazing across Joong’s taut stomach. Seonghwa sighed contentedly, a happy look on his face. “I love you so much, Hongjoongie.” He whispered the words through his smile and closed eyes. 

Joong returned the smile and whispered back his own affirmation of love. 

“Don’t move yet please.” Seonghwa’s eyes fluttered open to look up at Hongjoong, his dark eyes filled with desire and love that nearly melted Hongjoong on the spot. “Just stay like this for a minute. I just-I just want to feel you.”

“Of course baby.” Joong nodded, refusing to move. 

They stayed that way for a minute or two, with the occasional moan leaving Hwa’s lips or his body shivering, but otherwise it was quiet. A reverent moment for the pair to enjoy paying homage to one another and the physical connection they shared as well as the emotional. 

Eventually Seonghwa nodded and Hongjoong moved. A slow drag out with a slow push forward that left them both wanting more, but the slower pace felt more sensual, and relayed their emotions to one another on a deeper level. It wasn’t the quick and crazy pace of the previous night, but it still felt so good. Hwa’s moans were quieter, one hand reaching to touch Hongjoong, and the other gripping the mattress. His mouth remained parted as his quieter symphony was produced. The slower pace worked well for them for a little bit, prolonging the time in which they were connected, and allowing Seonghwa to fully adjust to the width of Hongjoong’s cock. 

After those first few minutes though, both were panting and desiring more, so Hongjonog began to pick up speed. With the quicker pace, Seonghwa’s moans became louder, reaching for the crescendo. Joong’s faster movements also meant that he was hitting Hwa’s prostate with more force, making the singer teeter between the realm of it being enough and it being too much. Seonghwa’s words were a mixture of praise and pleading, and saying it was too much. His head continually arched back to the crown as his back arched his chest forward. Hongjoong’s name was like a prayer that he repeated with every other breath. 

“Fuck, I can’t. I can’t.” He was back to shaking his head, eyes scrunched closed. “Ahhh! Hongjoong!” Then he was arching back, hands in the air grasping for Hongjoong that was just out of his reach. “Oh my god!” Seonghwa yelled. Another few seconds of heavy panting before he was back on the other side. “It’s too much-too much, jebal… Joong!”

Hongjoong giggled a lot, mixed in between his own moans of pleasure. He loved watching Seonghwa’s face morph from pleasure to near overstimulation, to begging and nearly crying. Hwa continually clenched around Hongjoong, making it so much harder to stay from the edge. 

Seonghwa broke off in Korean again, spitting his words out so fast that Joong didn’t pick up no a single one, but from the look on his boyfriend’s face, he could tell that the singer was getting close to another orgasm. 

The salesman pulled out entirely, and Hwa whined loudly. “Scoot up on the bed.” Hongjoong commanded. 

Seonghwa pouted and mumbled something else in Korean before he moved up on the bed. Hongjoong waited until his boyfriend was still again before he joined him on the bed, slipping his cock back inside with ease, making both of them moan. He leaned down to kiss Seonghwa as the man’s back arched off the bed again. 

Hongjoong went back to the slower movements, giving them a break before he stopped moving entirely. He kissed a trail down Hwa’s jaw, listening to the little broken moans. 

“I don’t want this to end.” Hongjoong whispered, not wanting to move anytime soon.

“Me either.” Hwa agreed, turning his head to capture Hongjoong’s lips in a lazy kiss, his arms wrapped around the back of Joong’s head. 

“You’re so amazing, baby. I’m so lucky to call you mine.” He kissed the singer’s cheek, pulling his hips back slowly and then driving them forward with mad speed. Hwa’s chest rubbed against his own and Joong gripped his waist. 

“Joong, I-I can’t.” The idol repeated the words he had been saying since Hongjoong first started his quicker relentless pace. 

“How close are you?” Hongjoong dropped his head to rest on Hwa’s shoulder, inhaling the scent of sweat, sex, and just Seonghwa. 

“Cl-close… but I-I don’t want…” his body shook once more. “Don’t go.”

Hongjoong remained still, letting his mouth touch Hwa’s shoulder and neck, but otherwise not moving at all. He felt Seonghwa clench around him again and groaned deeply. “You’re going to make me cum if you do that again.” He warned. 

Seonghwa frowned. “I don’t-I don’t want this to end. Please.”

Joong chuckled. “I don’t either, baby, but we can’t stay this way forever.” He nuzzled his nose against Seonghwa’s neck, feeling his rapid pulse.

Hwa nodded. “I know.” He sounded rather distraught by the news. 

Hongjoong moved to look into Hwa’s eyes, questions inside of his own. “Baby I’m still going to be here after, okay? Do you want me to spend the night again?”  

Seonghwa nodded his head quickly, a small smile forming on his lips. 

“Okay sweetheart, then I will.” He wasn’t sure where the clinginess was coming from, but Hongjoong wasn’t going to complain either. If Seonghwa wanted to cling to him and wanted him to stay the night, then he would happily do it. More time spent with Park Fucking Seonghwa was a major win. 

Whatever was going on with Seonghwa though, Hongjoong intended on getting to the bottom of it before the night was over. He could swear he saw worry shining in Hwa’s eyes, and Joong didn’t like that. He never wanted Seonghwa to worry, especially about Hongjoong not being there. 

“Thank you.” Seonghwa whispered the words out, nodding his head to nothing. 

“Are you ready?” Joong questioned him, remaining as still as possible. He waited for Hwa’s response, and felt the other man wrap his arms and legs tighter around Hongjoong’s body. 

The salesman started moving again, the hand on Hwa’s waist, gripping it tightly as he panted with every thrust. A sheen of sweat prickled their skin as they slid against one another. Hongjoong kept his eyes on Seonghwa’s, neither one looking away, even as Joong picked up the speed again and received an encore of Hwa’s beautiful melody. Hongjoong felt his heart blooming with more love and adoration than ever before, being connected to Seonghwa was such a beautiful thing. The man’s moans and expressions were everything, and the way he refused to let his eyes close, refused to look away from Hongjoong, sent every thrill possible through Hongjoong. 

Towards the very end, Seonghwa had tears in his eyes, back to sending confusing signals about what he wanted. He begged for his release, cried harder when he was told he could cum whenever he wanted. 

“Do you want me to stop?” Hongjoong spoke on a heavy breath, eyes slipping closed from the intensity of the pleasure. 

“Yes!” Seonghwa barked the word out, but it only lingered in the air for a second before he quickly added, “No! I don’t know! Oh god, Joong, please!”

Hongjoong laughed and turned his head to whisper in Seonghwa’s ear. “I’m about to cum, fuck, you feel so good gorgeous, I want you to cum with me. Cum for me, good boy.”

That was all it took for Seonghwa to groan loudly, gripping his own cock as he came for the second time. Hongjoong let go of his own restraint the moment he felt Hwa clenching, their orgasms instantaneous. 

⧭

Hongjoong got the pair cleaned up before he crawled onto the bed and plopped down next to a very tired Seonghwa. Though the moment that the brown haired man was laying down, the idol scooted closer and glued himself to Hongjoong. With one arm wrapped over Joong’s chest and his legs intertwined with Hongjoong’s own. His head came to rest on the salesman’s shoulder, reminiscent of how they ended up after their bath the night before when they had first had sex.

Silence weaved between them, a little bit of tension in the air that confused Hongjoong. They had just had mind blowing sex, why was he feeling tension? He did his best to glance down at Hwa, but with where the man’s head was, he wasn’t able to make out anything but the tip of his nose and the crown of his head. Hongjoong ran his hand down the arm that rested over him, trying to calm whatever thoughts his boyfriend was having. The silence continued for another minute before Hongjoong opened his mouth. 

“What’s on your mind, sweetheart?”

Seonghwa shook his head against Joong’s chest. “I…” he started and then stopped, a loud sigh pushing out of his mouth. 

“Baby?” Hongjoong tried again. 

Hwa sighed once more before he finally spoke a full sentence. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” Joong’s brows came together in confusion. “What can you possibly be saying you’re sorry for?” He chuckled. “Are you sorry for giving me such a good orgasm?” He laughed again, finding the apology absurd. 

“Of course not.” Seonghwa scooted himself closer, his entire body pressed against Hongjoong’s, clinging to the retail worker as if his very life depended on the close proximity they shared. 

“Baby, what’s going on? Talk to me?” Hongjoong lost the humor he felt before, now feeling anxiety mixed with confusion in his stomach. Had he done something wrong?

“I’m sorry I’m being like this. I’m sorry I acted like this during sex.” Seonghwa’s words tripped out of his mouth, one falling over the other in quick succession, and he sounded absolutely pitiful. 

Hongjoong blinked at the ceiling, even more confused than he was before. “Being like… what?” He didn’t understand at all. 

“Clingy. Overly emotional.” Seonghwa sighed for the third time.

“Ummm…” Hongjoong didn’t think that there was anything wrong with his boyfriend being clingy, and he certainly didn’t believe he was being overly emotional. “Baby, you don’t need to apologize for being clingy. I like that you’re wanting to be close to me right now. I love holding you like this. And you’re not being overly emotional at all. I know what brought this on, and I am curious about what caused you to think I would leave after, but I don’t count that as being overly emotional.”

Seonghwa shifted, bringing his head up as he propped himself on his arm, looking down at Hongjoong. “You don’t?”

“No.” Hongjoong shook his head, moving his hand to cup the singer’s cheek. “Do you want to talk about it though?”

There was the pout again and Seonghwa dropped his head back down. “Yes, I want to explain it, but I’m… I’m feeling..” he huffed. “I don’t know the word, Hongjoong. I feel… silly? Stupid? In-add-equate?” 

Joong smiled. “Inadequate, and I’ll just say right now that you should never feel any of those things about yourself. You’re amazing and wonderful, and the only time you should feel silly is the good silly. You’re not stupid and you’re certainly not inadequate.” It worried Hongjoong to hear that his boyfriend felt such things, but other than being there for him and combating the emotions when they came up, there wasn’t much that Hongjoong could do. A lot of it would have to come from Seonghwa himself. 

“I’m glad you think so.” Hwa mumbled. “But I do feel it. I am embarrassed to talk about this.”

“We don’t have to talk about it unless you want to.” Hongjoong made sure to explain, not wanting Hwa feeling pressured. 

“I know.” He snuggled closer to Joong. “I owe you an explanation. Especially since I can’t say for certain that I won’t be like this again.”

“Okay sweetheart, just take your time, okay? There is no rush.” Even as he said that though, his stomach grumbled in protest. 

Seonghwa chuckled. “Your stomach says otherwise, babe.”

They both laughed together, successfully breaking the tension. 

“Okay. So, this is really the first serious relationship I’ve been in. Like, my last relationship before this was all the way back before trainee days. I was fourteen and trying to fit in by dating a girl.” Seonghwa started as soon as they stopped laughing. Hongjoong went quiet, listening. “Once I became a trainee, I didn’t think about relationships or dating. I had my career and my members and I didn’t have time for all of that other stuff. Of course as I grew older and once AURAGE debuted, I found time for the sexual side of things.” Hongjoong frowned, not wanting to imagine his boyfriend with anyone else, but he kept quiet. 

“I hooked up with two other idols the entire time I was in AURAGE. One was just an early career one night stand. We had sex, he left, that was the end of it. The other one was a little later, and we hooked up once, he left, and I thought that was the end. But then we were at K-CON a year later, and we ended up hooking up again at my hotel room. With it being something that happened twice, I stupidly thought it was going to be something more. I thought he’d at least stay, but no, he left too. And I… I felt so..” Hwa paused, and Joong could see the frown on his face. “I felt used. It just felt like I wasn’t good enough for anything more than quick sex in changing rooms. And I mean, I understood. The atmosphere back home isn’t welcoming of course, that’s one of the reasons I’m here now. But like, I just thought there would be more to it. Being left alone hurt. I felt lonely and scared, used, and trashy. I just wanted someone to hold me and tell me that it was all going to be okay, but there was never anyone there.”

Hongjoong’s heart broke as he listened to the whole story. He remembered Seonghwa telling him not to go while they were still having sex, and it flared the sadness up even more. “Honey, I would never do that to you.” He pulled Seonghwa closer, until the older man was laying on top of Hongjoong. “Look at me.” He cupped the idol’s face in his hands. “Baby, I love you, this isn’t just some quick thing. You know that. Did I leave last time? No. And I’m not going to leave ever. You know better than to believe I would.” 

Seonghwa nodded his head. “I do, Joong, I do know that. Just as I know this is irrational, but I can’t help what I feel.”

“No, you can’t.” Joong frowned and pressed forward to put his lips to Seonghwa’s. “It’s okay. I’m not judging you and I’m not telling you it is wrong to feel that way. Life hasn’t been kind to you in regards to your sexuality, but with enough time and better practices, I know we can beat those fears. Again, I would never just abandon you after having sex, Seonghwa. I love you so much, and this,” he gestured between them, “is as important to me as sex with you is. It’s part of the whole package. I want to hold you, I want to tell you I love you, and I want to make you feel cherished and safe. I fucking adore you, and you are so much more than just sex. Yes, sex with you is good, fucking god it’s amazing,” Hongjoong grinned, noting the small smile on Hwa’s face, “but I think I already showed you that sex isn’t the most important aspect of this relationship. I mean, I made us wait a little bit after all. Am I addicted to having sex with you?” He titled his head and raised his shoulders up. “Ehh maybe,” he laughed again, “but if you wanted to say no more sex for a year, then I’d still be here right by your side, loving you regardless of whether or not I get to stick my dick inside of you.” Hongjoong winced at his own words. “Sorry, that was crude.”

Seonghwa finally laughed, shaking his head. “It was, but it was hot too.” He laughed even as he pressed his lips to Hongjoong’s. “Thank you for understanding, thank you for being the most wonderful boyfriend I’ve ever had-”

“I’m the only boyfriend you’ve ever had.” Hongjoong corrected, earning him a playful glare and a swipe of Hwa’s hand against his arm. 

“Keep that attitude up and I won’t feed you dinner.” Seonghwa remarked with a teasing laugh.