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“I had enough with those soldiers, it’s your turn to go out there, I’m done.”
Wooyoung passed by Hongjoong without even looking back, he cursed something in French.
Hongjoong cursed as well and took a deep breath before entering the hotel’s lobby.
The male stench hit his delicate nostrils. You see Hongjoong’s father was a perfume maker and growing up he was surrounded by wondrous scents. But fates were unkind to Hongjoong being forced to work by a very young age.
He found this job in that high class hotel when he was fifteen and lost. Manager Jongho agreed to let him work there if he proved his worth by cleaning all the stables in one day.
Hongjoong did because he was stubborn like hell.
He finished before the sunset; by night he had a warm plate of food and a safe room to sleep in. Hongjoong worked hard and proved his worth, he was one of the head concierges.
Times were difficult after the revolution, people were starving to death, the nation was in war but the hotel had the favor of the Emperor. Hongjoong swore to himself that nothing will remove him from there, he would remain in the hotel like a leech.
But now, he was reconsidering his decision. Everywhere he looked he saw filthy soldiers. He tried to conceal his disgust with a face of professionalism.
Some of them were looking at him too, but not in the same way -on the contrary, they seemed interested in him.
You see, Hongjoong was pretty, like really pretty.
Delicate features - sharp - but beautiful and brown shiny hair. As he settled behind the counter, he was stunning in his chic ultramarine uniform that complimented his body lines.
His face was serious and somewhat strict, he knew he had to be careful- an accidental smile could lead into trouble, especially with so many starved men. The thought repulsed him. Our concierge didn’t like intimacy.
And above everything, he wanted to do his job nice and clean and let his day pass with the least possible strain
With a clear voice he asked the men to form two lines, a colleague of his and also a friend- Yeosang- was right next to him, ready to assist their military clients.
Hongjoong kinda expected it when a fuss came from the lines.
Why is it always like that?
“I should be serviced first! Do you know who I am?!”
Hongjoong prepared himself wearing his mask of apathy as the slimy man appeared behind his exhausted comrades-in-arms. He pushed them all aside, our concierge was repelled by his rudeness and his resemblance with a rat from the sewers.
“I’m sorry sir but you have to wait in the line for your turn.” He declared coldly and loud.
The man checked him out with audacity, it took him a good whole minute to open his mouth- who knew the unholy thoughts he made in between.
“You don’t have to look down at me like that pretty boy…”
“I’m not.”
Why do you think I would even bother?
“Please return to your place, so I can do my job properly.”
Hongjoong was hot tempered and sometimes the mental gymnastics wasn’t enough to save him from opening his mouth or most rarely - his fist.
And he knew what was coming next though.
“You can do your job properly in my room.”
Our concierge took a deep breath, it would be so easy to punch him, only thing between them was the counter desk.
The rat was twice his size in height and width but he could take him down, he knew he could. Still though, it was too early for fights, so he ignored him and asked the intimidated soldier behind him to return in his original place.
But the rat wouldn’t take it.
“Hey, answer to me when I talk to you! Don’t you know its impolite to ignore clients? Especially when they are from the Imperial Guard?”
Finally, the concierge laid his eyes on him, trying to keep a semblance of politeness - but failing miserably.
“I’m not ignoring anyone sir, I told you to wait for your turn, I’m just doing my job to make sure everyone gets a room and - a bath -”
Hongjoong scrunched his nose and grinned; it was an evil smile but his eyes were kind.
The vulgar man laughed and his rotten teeth showed.
“You called me dirty?”
“I never said that, it comes natural to me that every man here would want one. Am I right?” he turned to the others who agreed with a cheer.
Hongjoong smiled back kindly to him as if to say: see?
“Oh, I will take a bath if you’re there to scrub my back with your delicate hands.”
He was softer now but his face and his proposal made Hongjoong’s stomach twist.
Yeosang next to him stared at Hongjoong. He was concerned for him.
“I’m sorry sir, scrubbing client’s backs is not part of my duty. Now if you please let me accommodate your fellow comrades-”
“Oh, I would pay a fortune just to bend you over the tub-”
Some laughed while others remained silent, interested at the play that was happening in front of them.
Surprisingly Hongjoong remained calm.
“Not even if you were the last person on earth and my life depended on you. Now step aside and get in the line like the rest.”
He stated in cold blood, eyes full of thunder piercing the rat.
All the men laughed and some applauded the brave concierge.
“Ah…you’re a bossy one, aren’t you? I would love to tame you with my whip.”
So that was it…
Before Hongjoong had a chance to grab him and hit his face on the expensive black marble a commotion came from the soldier’s line.
Hongjoong saw them parting for a group of men to come through, walking in sync.
They were tall and their uniforms were different from the rest, all three of them impressive. But the one in the middle, the raven haired, was something else. Hongjoong felt the urge to stand attention to him.
They reached the front desk unbothered and nobody complained.
The black haired man, stood proudly in front of Hongjoong.
He was strikingly handsome. Deadly handsome.
The moment he took off his gloves Hongjoong felt butterflies in his stomach.
He had an air of class and authority that it was hard to come by - plus a lot of other things that Hongjoong’s mind couldn’t fully register but would love to explore further.
“Does this man bother you concierge ?” a clear, deep voice; dark, sparkling eyes stared at him.
“I’m just trying to do my job here, sir.”
“And he used his vulgar tongue on you.”
Hongjoong was in a difficult position, he wasn’t sure of what to say so he remained quiet. The man in front him with his black uniform was a general no doubt, he should be careful.
“My duty is to provide everyone with a room, sir.”
With a twist on his plump lips the man opened his mouth.
“Take this rat in the stable, he will sleep there, where he belongs!”
“B-but general Park I-” the slimy one opposed.
“End of discussion, next step will be to cut off your filthy tongue.”
Everything happened so fast Hongjoong was left with his mouth open, he watched two soldiers take the trouble maker outside; when his attention returned to the general, the man smiled at him gently as if nothing ever happened.
“I will like a room with a view please.”
The smile turned to a wide grin; beautiful, healthy teeth shined right through it.
Hongjoong gave him a thankful smirk and the best suite in the hotel.
“Park Seonghwa is my name.”
“Thank you, sir. May you have a pleasant stay here.” he passed him the room key and accidentally touched his hand.
Oh. A spark
A rush of blood hitting him hard, making him choke for air.
Hongjoong eyes locked with his.
Damn, did the man noticed his stupid reaction?
“Thank you - may I know your name?” he asked him with interest.
No, he probably didn’t notice.
“Of course, sir. It’s Kim Hongjoong. If you need anything you can ask for me.”
Hongjoong took a light bow with his pretty head making the man smile with fondness.
“Can I, really?” the deep voice turned unexpectedly sweet and playful as he leaned one arm on the counter.
Hongjoong looked at him intrigued. Then he looked at Yeosang next to him, who was assisting the soldiers efficiently and reducing the waiting line. Immediately his eyes returned to the general.
“Ask for you, if I need something?”
The face of innocence or pretense?
“Of course, it’s the least I could do for you sir after what you did for me.”
Park’s face lit up, he made a formal bow, gave him a steady stare and turned on his heels.
Enchanted Hongjoong watched his wide shoulders and his sword as he walked away and he did not expect it when the man turned his head and smirked.
It was as if a thunder hit him. All blood left his face leaving him pale like a sheet of paper.
“Uhm, are you okay?”
It was one of the man’s tall comrades now whom looked at him concerned.
“Oh yes, everything is fine. Fine. May I please have your names?”
Hongjoong, with a renewed interest for his work, accommodated Mingi and Yunho in the same room – second finest - and he continued with the rest of the filthy soldiers.
But this time he didn’t care at all.
***
During lunch Hongjoong had his turn at the restaurant of the hotel, a place where no common soldiers could afford so he would at least not be bothered by morons.
When the door opened and the impressive trio came in, Hongjoong was excited, it was so unlike him to feel his heart flutter.
He attended to them and when Park’s eyes found him- like immediately- he almost lost the control of his tongue.
It seemed his brain forgot how handsome the man was, just to save him from madness.
Still, he met with the trio and offered to show them to a table. The men smiled and settled gracefully on their chairs while Hongjoong informed them about the menu.
They chose relatively fast since the concierge was so eager to please them and the general left the wine selection on him.
“I trust that you will bring us the best…”
At that moment Hongjoong knew he was doomed.
Another thing he knew -was the wine cellar. He rarely drank but he had exquisite memory of what the clients preferred, so he picked up the best they had to offer and served Park first, with all the formality he could master.
Well…It was impressive and the general seemed to enjoy it a lot.
Hongjoong didn’t realize that he held his breath watching the gorgeous man having a taste.
He considered it a few seconds then he gave him a crooked smile. “Excellent choice mr. Kim… It’s perfect.” The general licked his lips as anyone would after a sip, but to Hongjoong it seemed intentional, especially since he got a gaze like that right after.
A hundred arrows passed right through his heart.
“I’m so glad sir…You can call me Hongjoong if you like.” He said with an impulse.
Park rubbed his lower lip pondering on it.
“Whatever makes you feel better, Hongjoong.”
Oh Hongjoong loved his name on the man’s lips. He would love to hear him scream it right on the pillow.
As the company relaxed now and began chatting, our loyal concierge had the chance to observe the man better.
There was something so royal about him, maybe it was the way he was seated, the way he leaned back on the chair, the way he held the glass. Something majestic that made Hongjoong’s gaze unable to stay away. But right there he had an excuse to keep an eye on him.
Pretty shamelessly but hell he was just doing his job - which was to suck the rich clients. Not that he would mind it if it literally happened.
He thought how lovely it would be if he could pass his fingers through the black locks of hair, that was tied back now. A few strands fell on his forehead here and there. Mmm he would love to pull on them…
Have these big, intense eyes look at him with pleasure…
Ah Hongjoong what are you thinking?
But look at these high cheeks?
The long beautiful nose that led to those luscious, sensual lips?
Stop licking your lips general- god damn it.
I could bite that jaw, make it less strong than it looks…make it open up and receive my-
Hongjoong sighed and could feel himself getting overly excited. In a moment of self awareness he held his tray in front of his pelvis, just to be sure.
Then his eyes explored the man’s uniform. Mostly black with red and golden details, it was spectacular and decorated with beautiful insignia and golden epaulets.
White pants and thigh high black leather boots.
An intricate sword was resting on his left hip.
After three bottles of wine, things and behaviors became lighter. The military men were relaxed and laughing about something; they had to be friends, Hongjoong thought.
Many were the times that his and the general’s gaze caught each other and every time Park smiled gently at him and Hongjoong returned the smile as subtle as he could while his own thoughts were nothing but kind and gentle.
“How long will you stay sir?” Hongjoong dared to ask him when he brought the dessert.
Surprised, Park observed his face, trying to read him.
“With the situation being like that, I really can’t tell.”
Hongjoong cursed the war internally.
But Park’s eyes were concerned now as if he regret his own words.
“I’m sorry if you expected a different answer.” He hurried to add.
Hongjoong frowned. Such a pity.
The last time he returned to their table was to arrange the payment.
“The bill will be on my name.”
The lieutenants thanked Park, bowed to him and left. The general got up slowly, fixing his uniform and adjusting his boots.
His eyes caught the concierge watching him, but Hongjoong didn’t turn away his gaze, he bravely withstood Seonghwa’s exploring eyes.
Park licked his red lips. When he spoke, his voice was deeper than before.
And bolder.
“What time does your shift ends?”
Hongjoong almost choked with his saliva.
“Around six.” he replied with no delay.
“Then perhaps you can help me with the hot water for my bath? I will pay you for your extra time of course.”
Hongjoong could barely keep his smile back.
“I will be there at seven.” he said sharply.
They stared at each other, both equally invested.
“I will be waiting for you.”
Hongjoong nodded briefly but his lips remained sealed, not a hint of a smirk, not anything.
As the handsome general left, he went to the kitchen with plans. He wouldn’t visit the man empty handed and San, the chef would help him.
***
Faithful to the rendezvous Hongjoong knocked Seonghwa’s door at seven.
As the general opened, Hongjoong almost dropped the cake he was holding.
He was wearing white shirt, white pants and his long boots but he looked even more handsome than before.
His face seemed softer; his eyes even more beautiful and his cheeks full. He must have slept.
“Please come in.” he invited Hongjoong and closed the door behind them.
“You better lock it.” The concierge said and Seonghwa did without asking why.
Then Seonghwa looked at his hands and smiled.
“Oh, yes, this is for you, I bribed the chef to make you his most popular cake.” He smiled and his cheeks became pink.
“That is…so lovely of you. We can have it after dinner.”
Hongjoong eyes explored his beautiful face.
“Dinner?”
“I took the liberty to order dinner, for us.”
For us.
Hongjoong could barely hide his surprise.
“I hope you haven’t eaten yet?”
No, he didn't, just a slice of bread with cheese and ham for his stomach not to embarrass him.
But now he smiled wholeheartedly, the general stared at him unabashedly. Hongjoong felt it to his loins, his ears turned red. If the man noticed he didn’t say anything; he kindly took the cake from his hands and placed it on the table.
“Would you like some cognac to drink?”
“I’ll have a little.”
“Please make yourself comfortable by the fire.”
“Thank you.”
Hongjoong sat on the luxurious sofa, it wasn’t that cold outside but the humidity was annoying and the warmth of the fire was more than welcomed.
Before he knew it Seonghwa was there offering him a glass, dragging his seat next to his and smile at him.
“To what shall we drink?” Hongjoong asked.
“To victory.” Seonghwa replied with bright eyes.
“Ah, right...” The concierge seemed disappointed but not surprised. “Duty comes first.”
“I wasn’t talking about the victory of war.”
The general clicked his tongue.
“Then?”
Hongjoong’s eyes sparkled. He loved the game of seduction; it wasn’t alien to him. Being young, pretty and working in a hotel with so many visitors Hongjoong had his share of flirts and adventures of one night. But it was only that, a night and nothing more. Remember? Hongjoong didn’t like intimacy, he fucked around but he didn’t love anyone.
Seonghwa clinked their glasses and smirked.
“Allow me some mystery Hongjoong, all in good time. Let’s drink, talk and have dinner first.”
Hongjoong sipped his cognac with a smirk, it would be enough for him, it was actually a promise of more to come.
“How old are you general Park?”
“I am twenty-four, please call me Seonghwa.”
“And what is your rank exactly?”
“General de brigade.” (Brigadier General)
Hongjoong took a deep breath and let out a sigh.
“Is this a high rank?”
“Third after Marechal d’ Empire.” (General)
Seonghwa emphasized, seeing that Hongjoong liked it.
The concierge felt heat pooling in his belly and it wasn’t from the cognac, he crossed his legs a little excited, a little discomforted but in the best ways.
“And why are you here brigadier and not in the battle field?”
“Because we won the last one and I’m allowed to rest. A little.”
“Ah…I see.”
“How old are you Hongjoong?”
“Twenty-one.”
“How long have you’ve been working in the hotel-”
A knock on the door announced their dinner.
Hongjoong got up, it was wise not to be seen there and neither should the cake. So, he took it and hid in the bathroom. Seonghwa couldn’t help but giggle with his antics.
Hongjoong heard the platters clink together and smelled the delicious food.
“You can come out now. Both of you.” he said teasingly. “I ordered a few things I hope you’ll like. Let’s sit.”
It wasn’t few at all and it was the best in the menu. Seonghwa was spoiling him.
“Your choices are excellent. Thank you so much for inviting me and for the dinner. I thought I would only help with your water.”
“I must apologize then…the bath was just an excuse - to have your company.”
Hongjoong blushed all over but he wasn’t shy.
“There is nothing to forgive, all this… is great, really.” Hongjoong smiled and the room lit up - or at least Seonghwa thought so.
To his surprise Seonghwa served him soup.
“Shouldn’t I be the one doing that?”
“You’ve done enough for a day, don’t you think?”
The concierge looked at him, he was so different from everyone else he met. Kind, well-mannered and so deadly sexy.
“Besides, I love to do that.” Seonghwa smiled again, warm like the sun.
They both enjoyed their food and praised the chef, Sannie was really the best.
At the end they left the trolley with the empty plates outside of the room.
They sat on the chairs and talked for hours, feeding the fire with wood and all the time Hongjoong was wondering when Seonghwa will decide to take that god damn bath, he hoped soon because he could barely keep his eyes open.
As with everything else, it didn’t go unnoticed by the general.
“You must be tired. I heard that your shift started very early.”
“I woke up at five but - how do you know?”
“News travel in small places.” Seonghwa smiled warmly. His face was so inviting, so soft and gorgeous.
Hongjoong wanted to touch his skin, smell it, lick it, he wanted to kiss those lips and that long neck. And Hongjoong never had these urges before.
His one-night stands happened solemnly to blow off some steam, no caresses, no kissing and no intimacy.
But those lips were so inviting, those eyes were like dark oceans reflecting million stars. And that man was so sensual and gorgeous.
“Why don’t you sleep?” he suggested.
“But your bath?” said a tired Hongjoong at the brink of disappointment.
“I already had a bath before you came. I would never want you to bathe a filthy soldier.” Seonghwa smiled.
“You didn’t seem to be filthy at all.”
“I have some tendencies with cleanliness.”
“I’m so glad you do. It’s a rare thing unfortunately - soap and water.”
In a place that gathered so many aristocrats Hongjoong knew better than anyone. They invented the fragrances for a reason.
Seonghwa nodded with a grimace of disgust. Being in the army he knew as well.
“So why don’t we sleep?”
He got up and stared at him, expectant.
Hongjoong frowned, that was a little rude and so unlike of the general. Tell him to leave in that way? But Hongjoong wasn’t in the place to oppose him.
“I could use a good rest.” Seonghwa added.
“Of course, you would. You must be exhausted. I will let you rest then, thank you very much for the dinner general Park - and for the wonderful company, I had the best time in a whil-”
“Let me rest? You won’t sleep here?”
“I’m sorry, what?”
What?
“I was hoping you would sleep with me.”
Hongjoong was shocked. Not that he didn’t want it- but how bold and unexpected of him to address it like that.
“Uhm, I have to wake up early tomorrow and I will wake you up as well it’s not a-”
Seonghwa traced his finger on the smooth fabric of the sofa.
“Will you forgive me if I tell you that tomorrow you are working for me?”
Hongjoong stared at him puzzled.
“I went to your manager, Jongho and asked him to hire you as my private assistant, during my stay here. I paid him for that. You can have the rest of the days off to do anything you want… and keep me company.”
He was too shocked to talk. Seonghwa was… too much.
“W-why are you doing this?”
“Not all things are explained with words. Now let’s sleep. I’m very tired too.”
They both were, Hongjoong was so tired he wasn’t even shy of taking off his clothes and staying with his undershirt - slipping under the warm bedcovers for Seonghwa to follow right after.
Before he knew it Seonghwa arms enveloped him, it was welcomed, his warmth and his scent and the soft fabric.
Hongjoong almost asleep settled on his chest like a lover and sighed. Fingers brushed his hair making him hum in delight.
And there, simple like that, their night ended.
***
No violent knocks on the door woke him up, no darkness greet him in the early morning.
Hongjoong needed some minutes to understand where he was when he finally woke up. Heavy curtains blocked the sun, so he didn’t have any idea what time it was.
But a warm body was next to him and as he turned, he met two beautiful brown eyes watching him.
“Oh, hello.” Hongjoong chuckled and rubbed his eyes.
“Good morning…” Seonghwa’s voice was even deeper, he found it extremely erotic and he felt a certain part of his body filling up fast. He rearranged himself down there as discreetly as he could.
“How was your sleep?” he asked Park.
“The best I ever had in a very, long, long time.”
Seonghwa smiled and got up Hongjoong almost whined at the loss of contact. What was wrong with him?
He watched the man in his long shirt that was covering his thighs, he went to the table where the cake was and with a childlike happiness, he returned to bed with a plate full of it.
Hongjoong sat up with sleepy but excited eyes. They shared the slices smiling at each other and giggling as sugar hit their taste buds.
“I slept amazing, like I was ten again. Ah the cake is perfect.” Hongjoong admitted.
“I’ve never had a better one before. You must be my lucky charm; I feel like a new man already. Everything here is the best I ever had.” Seonghwa’s cheeks were full and he was so cute.
Hongjoong didn’t even think before he said the next thing. “And you haven’t even kissed me yet.”
It was as cocky as much as it was unexpected. Seonghwa stopped chewing and gulped down.
He stared at him and Hongjoong stared back licking his fingers and raising an eyebrow.
“You want me to kiss you?”
“You like the best things, am I right?”
Seonghwa smirked and his eyes dropped to his lips. There were crumbles from the cake still.
“I like fine things…its true.”
“I’ve been told I’m a great kisser.”
Seonghwa’s eyes sparkled, but not from excitement. Was it…jealousy?
“By a few people.”
“When you say a few?”
So, it was jealousy, Hongjoong liked that but this game could turn against him.
“Like…less than ten.” Hongjoong wasn’t lying, yes, he had lovers but he kissed so few of them.
“Ten?” Seonghwa left his slice down, serious now.
“Ah…okay two…but its undeniable. They couldn’t stop kis-”
“Please, don’t, ah, just in the thought that someone kissed you I’m going mad.”
“Mad?”
“Yes.”
And this was their magic moment, the one when reality changes around you. The one where you can actually see the magic happening.
And it’s a blessing to be able to realize it when it happens.
Seonghwa touched Hongjoong’s face.
Their eyes were locked. Then his eyes dropped again.
“You have cake on your lips.”
“Why don’t you clean it then -” Hongjoong purred.
The general smirked, he leaned closer and in response the softest tongue touched Hongjoong lips.
The boy shuddered with the touch.
Seductively and slowly, the warm muscle collected all the remnants of the cake and of his sanity. Inside his chest his heart beat in a crazy rhythm, his blood roared making his ears buzz and his palms began sweating.
Hongjoong opened his mouth to let that delicious tongue slip inside, he wanted it so bad. When it happened he let out the smallest whine.
And then the kiss occurred. So smooth and sweet, it swept him away, he was now sinking inside a warm embrace, soft lips brushing over his, tongues exploring new places.
And it felt so right, almost familiar as if this wasn't the first time it happened.
Hongjoong huffed with desire and the general swallowed every sound, giving him more kisses, holding him tight so he could feel their hearts beating as one.
Hongjoong pushed him down, they fell in slow motion upon the mattress and Seonghwa kept him in his arms, close to him, kissing him as if they both would perish the next day.
They kissed until their lips were swollen and their eyes were hazy.
When they parted to take a breath Seonghwa flipped them around letting some space between them so he could see Hongjoong.
“You weren’t lying. You are a great kisser.”
Hongjoong smiled confidently and pulled him in for a second round.
More sliding tongues; huffs turning into moans as the general placed his thigh between his legs, pulling him closer and holding him by the hips so he would grind there.
Hongjoong shivered and exhaled with the blessed friction. It was so good but at the same time it was so bad.
“Brigadier-” he gasped tangling his legs with his. “-so good-m-more-”
“Anything you want mon chèri.” He whispered to his ear and his hands felt his buttocks making a sound of admiration.
Hongkoong chuckled but when the grip became tighter all laughter died down.
Hongjoong’s voice hitched as the man moved him on his thigh.
Not even a minute on this and the concierge’s breath was getting higher and higher, while he was disorienting fast.
“Do you like this mon chèri?” Seonghwa whispered between wet kisses.
“More-yes-more.”
They didn’t talk further, they just kissed passionately and Hongjoong’s hand slipped, between them, wrapping around his hard, wet flesh, making him moan.
It was sexual and beautiful and torturous, both of them sharing the pleasure.
“I’m-I’m gonna-”
“Look at me. I wanna see you.” Seonghwa watched him as Hongjoong’s eyes opened a little, trying so hard not to close them.
“Seonghwa I-”
The man watched him like a predator, he took in the devastating image of Hongjoong as he was climaxing and the erotic spasms of his body on his.
All of his passion laid between them, marking their shirts. Seonghwa kissed him softly on the lips.
“You’re so beautiful…”
Slowly Hongjoong looked at him to find burning eyes observing him.
His hand found Seonghwa’s hardness and stroked it.
Hongjoong watched his face and the hot flesh he held on his hand -the one he was so tempted to taste but he didn’t want to miss the moment of his general submitting to him.
It didn’t take long as the man closed his eyes in bliss and the sexiest moan left his throat.
Hongjoong cursed, Seonghwa was devastating to watch.
They stayed all tangled up until Hongjoong used his undershirt to clean their mess, it was already ruined anyway.
He dropped it on the floor without a care and looked at Seonghwa who was lying on the bed and who was now staring back at him with hungry eyes.
In fact, his eyes were so obvious and expressive that Hongjoong exposed his naked body further.
“You like what you see?”
“A lot…” the man growled.
Hongjoong purred satisfied, he knew he was a pretty sight.
“Undress Brigadier…I want to see you.” he told him and the general didn’t waste time.
Hongjoong sat back on his calves, openly admiring him.
“Why me?” he asked at the end.
Seonghwa raised his brow.
“Of all people in this hotel, why me?”
“I told you…not all things are explained with words…”
Hongjoong was content with his answer - for now. His hands traced his naked skin. He had plenty of scars but they were healed beautifully; now he touched them.
“Can you name the battles where you got these?”
“It’s not what I want to do now.” Seonghwa said with his deep voice.
“And what do you want to do?”
“Kiss you until we bruise.”
Hongjoong smiled.
“You tempt me.”
“Come here then.” Seonghwa grabbed him by the nape, scratching the skin there making the hair on his body rise, then he pulled him down, body on body and their lips were sealed again.
They kissed and they touched each other for what seemed forever and still it wasn’t enough.
Hongjoong felt him getting hard and smiled.
Seonghwa smirked as well.
“I’m flattered.” Hongjoong whispered on his lips.
Seonghwa lay his head on the mattress. “I want to take you to my favorite place; would you like to go there with me?”
“Now?”
“Now it’s always the best time.”
Hongjoong pouted but Seonghwa traced his swollen lips with his finger. “You are more to me than that.” His eyes were warm and honest and frankly Hongjoong didn’t expect to hear such a thing. “I really like you mon chèri.”
Hongjoong watched him enchanted, with his black hair loose on the white sheets, that beautiful man was like a work of art. Like a god from the past. Someone that he should worship and adore.
“I-” Hongjoong could have told him a lot of things, about how he fell for him the moment he saw him enter that lobby.
The way he fell harder when he protected him from that awful soldier. And the dinner and the fact that they slept together and he was a gentleman through all of it.
Hongjoong was overwhelmed. “I want to thank you. You did so much for me and no one was ever that kind to me before.”
“I like to see you smile. You have a beautiful smile.” Seonghwa leaned on his elbow and caressed his face, Hongjoong rubbed his cheek on the open palm and closed his eyes.
“I am happy and it’s your fault.” The way he said it was so cut,e he made Seonghwa sat up and giggle.
“You’re so precious…” now he framed his face with both hands. “I am selfish, I want to be the cause of your happiness. Me and no one else.”
“Then you have to stay.”
Seonghwa kissed him. “Or take you with me.” He smiled and the boy smiled with him. For a moment he believed it. For a moment he believed it could happen. He believed that love have finally found him and he would be his forever.
But reality wasn’t a fairytale with a happy ending, people never kept their promises and a war was present.
“Let’s have breakfast and then why don’t you take me to your special place?”
Seonghwa got up and offered him his hand, Hongjoong giggled once more. He knew that he couldn’t control the future, he only had the present and he chose to live it.
They got dressed and left.
Seonghwa dropped the uniform and became a civilian. Hongjoong looked at him and smiled.
“We are at the same age now.”
“And it feels great.” He stretched his hands to the sky.
“Where are we going?”
“We’re riding to the countryside.”
“Oh riding?”
“With my horse, wait here.”
Seonghwa returned with a beautiful white stallion by his side.
“He is stunning…” Hongjoong loved animals, he reached out his hand wishing he had an apple to give him.
The horse dived in to the touch and smelled him, then he neighed cheerfully and poked Hongjoong’s torso with his muzzle making him giggle.
“Bucephalus likes you.”
"Interesting choice of a name general..."
“Alexander the Great is one of my heroes." Seonghwa smiled.
"I believe that...But look at your horse, he seems so fond of me...He probably smelled you, on me.” Hongjoong stroked him on the forehead while the horse sniffed him everywhere.
“Will he be able to carry us both?” he asked concerned.
“Don’t worry he is a battle stallion; a very strong one, just like me.” Seonghwa winked at him and Hongjoong chuckled.
“You don’t believe me?”
Hongjoong moved his hands in denial still chuckling. “I never said that!”
Seonghwa mounted Bucephalus gracefully and offered his hand to Hongjoong.
“Come, mon chèri.” He pulled him up with ease proving his strength. “Hold on to me, tight.”
Smiling the concierge wrapped his arms around his waist and they rode with the wind on their hair.
They left town behind and entered the forest; the day was cloudy and humid but it wasn’t cold. The horse galloped in moderate speed and Hongjoong was so excited about everything, he even forgot how hungry he was.
A traditional tavern appeared out of nowhere and Seonghwa made Bucephalus slow down.
“I don’t know what they are cooking but it smells delicious.”
“They have decent barbeque.”
“Meat for breakfast -my favorite.” Hongjoong said cynically.
“You’re mocking me?”
“Hey no, I like it, really.”
Seonghwa snorted and Hongjoong unmounted the horse, nowhere as gracefully as the general but at least he didn’t fell.
They ate lunch for breakfast and even had some wine. Hongjoong’s cheeks were red when they left and Seonghwa complimented him.
“The place that I told you is not far from here, would you like to walk there?”
“I would love to, it’s so pretty.”
Bucephalus joined them lazily and they talked about the beauty of nature and how wonderful it would be to have a house there.
“I would love to have geese and ducks and chickens, cats, dogs, lamps, horses.”
“I can picture that, little Hongjoong in a farm with his animal friends.”
Seonghwa stopped and Bucephalus neighed.
“Go eat boy.” Seonghwa took Hongjoong’s hands in his palms.
“I can see these pretty hands doing all sorts of farm work though, wouldn’t they wither and burn? Wouldn’t it be a pity to destroy something so beautiful?”
“Beautiful? My hands? But they are, so small.”
Seonghwa took his right one to his lips, to kiss it.
“Small, beautiful things are usually the most expensive.”
“Not all small things are pretty.”
Hongjoong was up to no good with that devilish smile.
Seonghwa laughed.
“I don’t think that concern us.”
Next minute he kissed him and, in a heartbeat, Hongjoong was all over him, as horny as it gets. But so was Seonghwa, he pinned him on a tree trunk and Hongjoong wrapped his legs around him.
“Oh fuck…”
Hongjoong was moaning while kissing him, feeling Seonghwa’s bulge under his ass now and his own bulge rubbing at the man’s belly.
“Kiss me more. Kiss me harder.”
“I’ll kiss you everywhere.”
Hongjoong looked around, “N-not here, they could see us.”
It was true, people were around since it was a passage.
“Maybe we should stop, show me your secret place.”
Seonghwa bit his lip, how could he stop? But he didn’t have a choice.
“We can continue when we get back…?” Hongjoong eyes were imploring.
“You know the answer to that, I hope.” Seonghwa rest assured him and Hongjoong agreed in silence.
He took him to see the river, the plants were so green there and as they walked further under the huge plane trees that created an arch above them- they seemed to protect the small bridge that connected the two banks. It was magical. A fairy place and Seonghwa told him many stories about it and they kissed again with the same passion as their first time.
Bucephalus appeared when Seonghwa called him, a little unwillingly, he- also loved it there and Hongjoong pointed it out.
“Maybe he wants to live with you in that farm…” Seonghwa noticed.
“Oh, I would have him in a heartbeat.” Hongjoong grinned but didn’t look at him, he was trying to lure a red butterfly.
“You would?”
“If he wanted to.”
“And what would I do?”
“I suppose…” the butterfly finally landed on his hand and slowly Hongjoong turned to show her to Seonghwa. “You would have to come along.”
The butterfly stood proudly on his skin and Hongjoong stared at his general.
“Wouldn’t you?”
Seonghwa watched him with burning eyes.
“I would.”
The concierge hummed satisfied.
“Look at her…she is fascinating…reminds me of you.” the boy said.
Seonghwa gave him a deep smile, he didn’t say anything; the butterfly flew away and they said goodbye to the fairyland.
On the ride back Hongjoong hands slide down, right on his middle.
“Don’t torture me Hongjoong.”
“I just want to make you crazy for me.”
Seonghwa turned and looked at him.
Hongjoong chuckled and palmed him without shame, he blew air in the shell of his ear, then he bit his neck.
“Stop-”
Smirking cunningly, he slipped his hand under his shirt and rubbed his nipples.
“Hongjoong stop or I’ll stop by the path and-”
“Do you know what I want you to do?” he whispered in his ear.
Seonghwa gulped and listened carefully.
“Tonight, I want you to only wear your boots.”
“What else do you want me to do?”
“Not all things are explained with words”
Seonghwa chuckled because he quoted him.
“Then perhaps you can show me.”
“Gladly.”
When they arrived, Seonghwa had to meet with his lieutenants and Hongjoong needed some time for himself in his room.
Around seven he visited him. The general was waiting for him wearing a beautiful black oriental robe, Hongjoong huffed when he saw he wore his boots underneath.
“So, you did what I asked…”
Seonghwa smirked, he was so sexy in all of this.
If the dinner wasn’t already served Hongjoong would have jumped him right there but it would be a crime not to appreciate food in the times they lived in.
“Can you do something for me as well?” Seonghwa asked as he circled the table.
“Anything.”
He took something out of his pocket and gave it to him.
“Can you wear these for me?”
“Mmm…”
Hongjoong took them with a cocky face.
“I’ll be right back.”
When he returned, he was wearing his night shirt and a pair of rare black stockings up until his thighs.
Seonghwa eyes traced him up and down infinite times, at the end he invited him with his index finger.
“Let me feed you-” He told him as Hongjoong stood in front of him. He wasn’t sure if he had to sit on his lap or kneel? “-literally. With food-” Seonghwa smirked “-first.”
Hongjoong chuckled, slowly and sexily he sat on his lap.
“Now open up like a good boy.”
It went like that, he fed Hongjoong and Hongjoong fed him while lots of accidental touches happened since both of them were naked underneath.
But it didn’t last long because as hungry as they were for food they were more hungry for each other. Seonghwa traced his hands on him, his fingers slipped under his loose shirt to his chest, he gently palmed it and then squeezed earning beautiful moans from him. They kissed sloppily, spit dribbling on their chins.
Eager fingers rolled the concierge's nubs making him arch his back and moan. Seonghwa tortured him a lot until Hongjoong, horny as hell straddled him.
Seonghwa pulled him close and his fingers wrapped around both of them.
He stroked them slowly, both he and Hongjoong moaning in tandem, it was so hot as their hard members rubbed together, their own fluids making it easier- but it wasn’t enough, they needed more.
Seonghwa leaned down using a flat tongue on his nipple, teasing it playfully, pulling it gently while his eyes remained on the squirming boy.
Hongjoong watched him between his devastation, Seonghwa was so sensual and his beauty accentuated his every act, adding more heat inside his belly.
“I want to fuck your boot.”
It came out of nowhere but it must have been in Hongjoong’s mind a while now. Seonghwa’s hand paused and he pulled himself from his chest back to the chair.
He licked his lips; his hands free of the former grip, squeezed Hongjoong’s muscled thighs. A sinister smile appeared on those plushy lips.
“That’s something new… I would love to see you doing that.”
Hongjoong unmounted him and took him by the hand. “Sit on the bed and bend your leg.”
Curiosity was written all over the general’s face and excitement as well, he did everything as the concierge requested; now he watched him pulling off his shirt and remaining with the black thigh high stockings.
Seonghwa cursed at the mind breaking sight. He reached out to touch him but Hongjoong slapped his hands away playfully.
“No.”
In a smooth move he took off the ribbon that held Seonghwa’s hair back. As his fingers brushed through the soft black locks Hongjoong purred with excitement.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen in my life.”
Hongjoong’s eyes were like coils burning with lust, now it wasn’t the time for manners and words of courtesy. The gentle stroke became a grip on his hair and he tucked him down, down, until his back met with the mattress.
Seonghwa hissed, it hurt but in a wicked way he liked it and it made his cock twitch under his robe. He let Hongjoong manhandle him in position, pulling his leg up until his pelvis and bending it there; the silk robe opening up, letting him naked from the waist down.
Hongjoong climbed on him and somehow managed to slip his cock on the crook of his knee. Then he held the leg in place.
“Fuck… wait…” Seonghwa pulled a small vial from under the pillow. “You’ll need assistance…”
Hongjoong let him oil his cock- and oil the surface under his knee making it a mess all over his thighs and boots. Hongjoong took the chance to spread the oil on his gorgeous hips and legs and he adjusted himself between the tight space.
“I wanna see you fucking it hard.” Seonghwa growled obviously excited with that new, kinky thing.
“This is how you want me to fuck you later brigadier?”
Seonghwa watched his dick appearing and disappearing between the black, slippery leather. His position was an uncomfortable one but he was so horny to care.
“Are you sure mon chèri?” Seonghwa’s dark gaze found his with mischief.
His hand travelled on Hongjoong’s back, ending down between his ass cheeks and finding what they sought for.
Seonghwa grinned.
“I thought you would prefer this instead…” his oiled fingers circled his sensitive skin. “…Judging by the way you’ve been staring at my cock.”
No manners and gentle words anymore just primal instincts.
Hongjoong thrusted harder under his knee.
“Uhgnn-Fuck-”
“I think it will be nice if I fuck you a little…here…mmm so tight…I’m gonna love opening you up for me…” the finger breached him “…like that…”
Hongjoong remained still as the finger slipped all the way in. He closed his eyes and bit his lips trying not to clench.
“Does it feel good?” Seonghwa watched him, his legs trembled when he crooked his finger inside.
Hongjoong huffed and his arms gave in to gravity, gradually he laid his head on the mattress and his lower body on Seonghwa’s legs. He moaned but he kept thrusting his cock a little slower now.
“I asked you something Hongjoong.”
Hongjoong whimpered.
“Already broken? Spread your legs for me.”
With a muffled moan the boy obeyed, allowing him space to add one more finger.
“Where did all the cockiness go?”
Hongjoong cursed between moans.
“What did you say?”
“I-I’m gonna-”
“You’re gonna what?” As Seonghwa fingered him harder Hongjoong cried out. But the general unlocked his knee and caught his chin with his other hand forcing their eyes to meet.
“Can’t talk?”
Hongjoong whined at the loss of friction.
“Be a good boy for me and I will make you come like this.”
He rubbed the perfect spot inside him and Hongjoong moaned harder, his legs trembled.
He readjusted himself and lost in pleasure and agony he took Seonghwa’s cock inside his mouth in an uncomfortable position for his back and neck.
“Ahh…so good…mmm, bring yourself here, like this.”
Seonghwa pulled his legs up, and Hongjoong ended up on a sixty-nine position above him.
“Mon dieu…the view…” Seonghwa bit his lips “Your ass and the stockings…if you wanted to make me crazy you succeeded.”
Hongjoong shivered like a leaf as he fingered him hard, unable to do nothing except moan loud, he let him out of his mouth.
“Ahh I’m coming -merde!!”
Seonghwa milked him fast and efficiently while he held him in place.
When the last drop was spilled -on the general, Hongjoong collapsed.
Seonghwa slowly pulled him up next to him, he went to take his boots off but Hongjoong stopped him. With wobbly legs and eyes still high from the orgasm, he crawled off the bed and settled between his general’s legs.
The image he had in front of him made him so horny again. Seonghwa was waiting with his black hair free, his long legs open, the black robe sliding down his gorgeous shoulders, revealing his lean and toned body down to his throbbing masculinity. And the fucking boots. No picture on earth was more sinful than what he was witnessing.
Hongjoong wet his lips with his tongue and Seonghwa smirked, he stroked his cheek softly to encourage him.
“Be my good boy hm?”
He took the girthy hot flesh inside his mouth and Seonghwa forced his eyes to remain open, he could swear he never seen someone sexier than Hongjoong.
“Ahh yes…Joong…you’re so pretty…how you use your mouth…so beautiful…so good-”
Hongjoong pulled back with a pop, spit was all over his chin, he licked the head sensually, pressed his lips on it and stared at him. “You are mine.”
Seonghwa watched him twirling his small tongue there. Pink on red. He hissed with delight.
“Confirm it.” The boy demanded.
“I’m yours, body and soul.”
Hongjoong smirked and took him inside again, working him faster with his tongue. Seonghwa tilted his head back overwhelmed.
“If anyone touches you, I’ll kill him.” Hongjoong growled and he brought the general one step closer to his orgasm. A little hand took his and guided it on his head. Seonghwa felt the familiar pull, his hand remained on Hongjoong’s hair holding loosely but never forcing him.
“I-m coming-” he warned him but the concierge remained, sucking him off so hard and fast until liquid heat hit his throat. He could hear Seonghwa cursing in French some very hot things and moaning unabashedly. When the twitching stopped and Hongjoong swallowed the very last drop, he pulled off to watch the man above him, more gorgeous than ever before in the afterglow of his orgasm.
“That was…incredible…” Seonghwa was intoxicated with pleasure and his eyes were hazy, his will was weak. Hongjoong easily pushed him back on the bed and crawled on top of him.
“You are so hot brigadier, so fucking hot.”
He kissed his open lips and the other man hugged him, he could taste himself there, it made his spent member twitch pathetically. They kissed tenderly, until they were both sated.
Seonghwa got up only to take his boots off and lit the fireplace. They relished in its warmth. The man seemed genuinely happy, so invested in Hongjoong as he kissed him slowly all over his shoulders.
He kissed every mole he discovered on his way and he gave him a lot of bites. Hongjoong giggled joyfully with his affection.
And Hongjoong wasn’t that kind of person.
Had he ever felt like that? Never. Being intimate and happy with someone was a first. Enjoying kisses, touches, caresses? Never before.
“But you haven’t told me that you’re mine.”
Up to no good Hongjoong turned to face him.
“U-hu.”
“Well?”
“What? Can’t you see?”
Seonghwa leaned on his elbow, he was beyond of this world as his skin reflected the warm light of the fire and the candles.
“All I can see is a pretty boy, very naughty but so beautiful. And so very charming…he must be a kind of a fairy that came from the forest to seduce humans.”
His index traced Hongjoong’s face as if it painted him.
“Only one human…was he successful?” Hongjoong corrected him.
“He certainly was...”
“Prove it.”
“How do you want me to prove it?”
Hongjoong tangled their legs together and sighed staring deep in his eyes.
“Stay.”
Seonghwa’s finger stopped on Hongjoong’s collarbone.
“I-I…I can’t, and now more than ever- I have no excuse not to go.”
“What do you mean?”
“Cause, I have to protect you.”
“That’s so cheesy…you don’t need to protect me.”
Hongjoong wished he never have asked; he turned from the other side and willed his tears not to fall.
Seonghwa was devastated with his reaction. He didn’t dare to touch him.
“I haven't left yet... and I will make sure to return for you.”
“Whatever you say.” His voice was cold and it triggered Seonghwa.
“Hongjoong, please look at me.”
Finally, Hongjoong turned but it took him an eternity to meet his eyes.
“You have my word of honor, I promise I will return for you.” he made him raise his head as he pulled his chin up, softly.
“And why bother? I’m just a random person you met. When you leave, you’ll forget me.”
Seonghwa smiled and kissed him. “I can’t.” he whispered to his lips.
“Why? Wait I know the answer…must be a not everything is explained with words thing, right?”
“I’m in love with you.”
Hongjoong eyes worked overtime watching him. “I-”
“Shh, let me finish please.” Seonghwa smiled so sweet at him, Hongjoong simply kept his lips sealed.
“I fell from the moment I saw you at the front desk.” The general’s eyes were so pure, as much as his words were. His fingers caressed Hongjoong’s face “You can talk now.”
“I- merde - I-”
Seonghwa leaned and kissed him softly, on the lips, his temples, eyelids, nose, chin and then he moved on the moles of his neck. Hongjoong loved it.
“Y-you mean it?”
“I always mean what I say.”
Hongjoong huffed as he licked his neck, giving him small love bites.
“Can we spend tomorrow together?” he sighed.
“I have a war council in the morning, but I’m yours after that.”
“It’s always men and their wars, isn’t it? In every era, in every continent.”
“From the beginning of time.” Seonghwa gave him a kiss on the shell of his ear. “But let’s not talk about this.” he let his tongue slip inside Hongjoong’s ear.
“Let’s not talk at all.” He licked him there giving him goosebumps.
“Let’s just moan instead.” Hongjoong stack his body on his, grinding himself on his skin.
And they did just that using their mouths and hands to reach one more passionate completion; and after that, they slept together in a warm embrace.
***
When Hongjoong woke up he found a letter on the pillow next to him.
Seonghwa was nowhere to be seen so he opened it as fast as he could, a little anxious.
My beloved,
Forgive me for leaving your arms and your warmth.
I will terribly miss you until the time to meet you again.
May you eat and rest well until our reunion.
Your Hwa.
“You stupid man…” Hongjoong chuckled but an unprecedented feeling hit him.
He hid his face in the pillow, trying hard not to spill a tear, and cursed there. When he recovered, he pulled the letter to his heart and with a giggle he got up with excitement. He had an idea and so little time to make it happen.
It was lunch time when Hongjoong returned to the hotel, he raced the stairs to get to Seonghwa’s room hoping to find him there.
On the second knock the general opened the door for him.
He received the most beautiful smile in the world and he rushed inside his arms.
Seonghwa held him there. Tight as ever. Hongjoong rubbed his cheek on his soft shirt and sighed. What was wrong with him he didn’t know but -well he knew - he knew damn well but he still didn’t want to admit it.
“I missed you.” Seonghwa whispered and kissed the top of his head. Hongjoong tightened his grip around him.
“And I missed you.” he smiled “I-I have something for you.”
“Really?”
“Yes, it’s a-”
As Hongjoong moved back to look at him his smile dropped.
“What’s wrong?”
“I have to leave in two days.” Seonghwa’s eyes were full of pain and unshed tears. “I-I am so sorry…” He bit his lip, trying so hard to keep himself in place.
Hongjoong didn’t know how to cope with the news.
Not so soon. He wasn’t ready to part with him.
“Hey…I made this for you.”
Seonghwa’s red eyes lit up to that. “You made something for me?”
“I had so little time and I don’t know if you will like it since perfume is something so personal but…here…for you.”
“A perfume.” Seonghwa took the dark brown vial from his hand, with shaking fingers he opened it and smelled it.
Then he looked at him with eyes full of emotion.
“I love it.”
Hongjoong smiled swallowing the knot on his throat.
“You like it?”
He watched him putting it on his wrists and smelling it with the biggest smile.
“It’s the most beautiful thing I ever smelled. And it’s so…you.”
“Is it?”
“It’s like you distilled Hongjoong and put him in a bottle.”
Hongjoong laughed so hard at that and pushed him away shyly.
There was a knock on the door then, Hongjoong terrified stared at him.
“It’s our food.” Seonghwa assured him.
Relieved that wasn’t an urgent call from the field Hongjoong went to hide.
As expected Hongjoong talked about how he learned the art of perfumery from his father.
“He sounds like a good father.”
The boy left his spoon down.
“Actually, he was the worst.”
“You haven’t met mine.” Seonghwa scoffed and took a sip of his wine.
Hongjoong cleared his throat and pushed his plate aside to make room for his elbows to rest there.
“When my mother died, he spent all our money into whores and gambling… he even tried to… sell me to a man.”
Seonghwa froze.
“What?” he whispered.
“I was fifteen when he brought that hideous man to our house. He said that he would pay for our food - and his debts - if I was to lay with him. It would be just one night and all our problems would be miraculously solved.”
Hongjoong could see the clenching on Seonghwa’s jaw. His eyes were so big as he stared at him. Red and full of rage but also compassion.
“I still remember his rotten teeth as he looked at me, as his hand reached out to touch me. His stench never left my nostrils. Sometimes I wake up with it in my nose.”
Hongjoong’s grin was a grimace of his trauma.
“I crushed the oil lamp on his feet, on both of them- and I escaped through the window. I ran with bleeding skin from the broken glasses never to return. I was a homeless orphan until I proved myself to Jongho, you met him, the manager of the hotel. He became my older brother and mentor. As time passed by, I made friends too, with San the chef, Wooyoung and Yeosang the concierges. They gave me a family. I never had more than I have now.”
Seonghwa opened his mouth but no sound came out, he grabbed his hand and squeezed it, his eyes more vocal than he could ever be.
“I realize now that if things happened differently, I would have never met you.” Hongjoong smiled. “Can I…prepare us a warm bath?”
Seonghwa kissed his hand. “I would love that.”
They warmed up water on the fire and filled the tub, Hongjoong threw ethereal essences and dry petals inside - which he got from the perfumery store.
Soon a pair of hands began to undress him, lips kissed him everywhere; this time it was different. Seonghwa held him possessively, kissed him hopelessly. But yet so hot and lustfully, Hongjoong was losing his mind.
As the brigadier lost his clothes too, they entered inside the hot water and sighed with how great it felt. They washed each other with greedy hands. They kissed hard and their bodies felt each other and things were getting out of hand inside the tub while the water was getting cold.
It was time to wrap themselves with the fat expensive towels and dry out. Seonghwa poured wine for them and the ended up in bed.
“I have something for you as well.”
“What do I have to wear, I’ll do it.” Hongjoong said with playful eyes.
“I hope you will.” Seonghwa smiled and passed him a small box that appeared miraculously under the sheets.
Hongjoong curious, opened it.
There was a golden signet ring inside, it had a rose with black enamel on it.
“My god…it’s so beautiful!” he was shocked, “For me?”
“For you, if you accept it.”
Seonghwa took it out and waited, immediately Hongjoong offered him his hand.
“Why a… ring?” he asked as the man wore it to him.
“For everything that it stands for-”
The general watched it now, a beautiful jewel on a beautiful hand.
“-and since you wore it, I guess you know that we are official now.”
Hongjoong chuckled.
“You’re so silly…but I…I’m so in love with you.”
Seonghwa seemed to expect a different answer, an answer with three words- but he kissed him so hard that they both fell back.
It was violent, the kiss and Hongjoong scratched his back with his nails, he was the first one to pull off, hiding his face in the crook of his neck, biting his lower lip.
“I don’t want you to leave!” he cried out like a selfish child.
“I don’t want either… I want to stay with you.” Seonghwa kissed his head and gently held his face where he could see him.
“I want to stay baby, more than anything in the world.” He assured him with honest eyes.
They kissed slow, tongues sliding, licking, hungry to explore deeper and deeper. Hungry to feel and be content, soft and wet and so hot. When Seonghwa paused and opened his eyes, his lips were plump and shiny and Hongjoong wanted him so bad, more than anything he ever wanted before.
He was burning for him.
Overwhelmed he caressed his face, with the ring on his finger as a reminder of what they had and what could be.
“Then-” he stared at him. “-fuck me like you’ll miss me.” He said as Seonghwa’s eyes flickered like a flame.