Work Text:
Seonghwa stopped in his tracks as soon as he opened the door to his bedroom. Now he knew why San had smirked at him like that, and why he and Mingi had made themselves scarce for the night, saying they were going to Yeosang and Yunho’s to watch a movie.
Wooyoung was kneeling on his bed, his arms held behind his back and his legs spread. He was naked, save for the red ribbon around his throat, tied into a bow. There was a sticky paper on the ribbon, but he had to get closer to be able to tell what was written on it.
Despite the fact that they were the only ones in the dorm, Seonghwa stepped into the room and, taking a deep breath, shut the door behind him. He kept his eyes on Wooyoung the whole time he was taking off his jacket and carefully hanging it on the coat-hanger. As expected, Wooyoung didn’t break eye contact. He could see the smoldering desire in his eyes and the ease and confidence with which he held himself still and on display for him. Seonghwa would never tire of looking at Wooyoung’s body, the hard lines of his muscles and the softness of his golden skin. If he didn’t know the effort he put into keeping it in shape he would be tempted to say he was sculpted by the gods in their own image.
Rolling the sleeves of his white dress shirt up to his elbow, Seonghwa stopped at the foot of the bed and reached for the piece of paper on Wooyoung’s ribbon. There were two simple words written on it that took Seonghwa’s breath away:
Use me.
There was a little star scribbled beneath the note at the corner, along with a small black cat, sitting on its haunches.
Seonghwa felt the corners of his lips lifting up into a smirk, “You really meant it when you said you’re my present, didn’t you?” Lifting his hand, he caressed Wooyoung’s cheek with the back of his hand and then gripped his chin between his fingers, slightly lifting his head, “What am I going to do with you, my little black cat?”
Up close, he could see how Wooyoung was having trouble keeping his breathing under control, his shoulders and chest rising and falling as he met Seonghwa’s gaze with unadulterated lust and anticipation written clearly on his face.
Holding the paper up, Seonghwa asked, “Are you sure about this?”
Wooyoung nodded without hesitation.
He hadn’t spoken a single word so far and, given the offer he had made, Seonghwa didn’t think that would change. That was usually how their scenes played out in the bedroom.
“If at any point you want to stop, tap my thigh twice or use our safeword. Got it?”
Seonghwa received another nod in response, this one more enthusiastic, a bit impatient - not that different from how he himself was feeling.
Seonghwa was a patient man, but Wooyoung never ceased to test his limits.
Crumpling the paper up in his hand and dropping it to the floor, Seonghwa ran his other hand through Wooyoung’s hair, missing the sensation from when his hair had been longer, the way he could hold the longer strands in his hands and pull. He still looked handsome with the shorter hair, and Seonghwa could still pull on it, though he couldn’t help but miss it.
Tipping Wooyoung’s head up using his grip on his hair, Seonghwa ran his fingertips along Wooyoung’s lower lip, feeling how soft and plush it was under his touch. He pressed down with his thumb and watched it grow a shade deeper. Dipping his thumb into Wooyoung’s mouth just enough to get it wet with his saliva, he ran his thumb across his lower lip again, making it glisten. The sight, combined with the look in Wooyoung’s eyes and the way he was so ready to let Seonghwa do whatever he wanted to him had Seonghwa’s dick stirring in his pants, arousal making him grow hard. He couldn’t resist leaning down and capturing his lips with his own. Pulling on his lower lip hard and sinking his teeth in, he felt the vibration of Wooyoung groaning against his lips.
Sliding his forefinger and middle finger inside Wooyoung’s mouth, he watched him close his eyes and wrap his lips around them, slightly hollowing his cheeks to suck his fingers. The sinful view made it almost difficult to breathe.
Seonghwa thrust his fingers in and out of Wooyoung’s mouth slowly, more saliva coating his lips with each slide. Gradually, Seonghwa increased the pace, going faster and deeper each time, until Wooyoung gagged on the intrusion of his fingers on his throat, squeezing his eyes shut tighter and flinching back reflexively with nowhere to go because Seonghwa’s hand was holding his head in place. Retracting his fingers, he gave Wooyoung a moment to breathe. He opened his eyes, still slightly panting and looking up at Seonghwa with glassy eyes. He could see that Wooyoung was hard. It made Seonghwa want to ruin him even more.
“My pretty boy,” he whispered, before sliding his fingers in again, adding a third finger into the mix. This time, instead of regular thrusts, Seonghwa slid his fingers inside down to the knuckle before pulling them back out, making Wooyoung almost gag but pulling back before he could. It made his fingers more wet than he could imagine, thoroughly coated with spit. He repeated the motion a few times, watching Wooyoung try his hardest to fight back his gag reflex, his face and chest growing red bit by bit. Pulling his fingers out one last time, Seonghwa rubbed them across Wooyoung’s face, covering it in his own saliva. He couldn’t resist reaching down and rubbing himself through his pants, the pressure creating a tingling but fleeting pleasure that only served to make him crave more.
Wooyoung looked filthy and used, dazed, and Seonghwa had barely even started.
Carefully tugging on his bowtie ribbon, he pulled Wooyoung up from his sitting position to stand on his knees. Seonghwa reached for Wooyoung’s dick using the same hand with which he had fucked his mouth. The loud moan Wooyoung let out at the contact made Seonghwa feel grateful that they were alone in the dorm, because if not they would have definitely been heard. He keened, dropping his head low and closing his eyes, his hips twitching back and forth, seeking more pleasure. “Oh my poor baby,” Seonghwa cooed, moving his fist a bit quicker around Wooyoung’s shaft, “You were so desperate to be touched, weren’t you?” Wooyoung nodded frantically, opening his eyes to look at Seonghwa with a pleading look. “You’ve been so good for me, too.” Wooyoung nodded again, his whines pitching higher the faster Seonghwa’s hands moved. Standing above him, Seonghwa could see Wooyoung’s fingers grabbing his forearm tight so he wouldn’t move his arms. “So good for me.”
Seonghwa pulled his hand off Wooyoung’s dick and heard him whine in protest, arching his back and pushing his hips forward, begging for more. Reaching behind him, Seonghwa delivered a swift slap to Wooyoung’s ass and grabbed a handful of his left cheek after, only top stop in his tracks upon running his hand between his asscheeks, “Oh, what’s this?” he asked, as if he couldn’t feel the butt plug under his fingers, “I haven’t completely unwrapped my present, I see.”
Pressing down on the plug, Seonghwa smirked when Wooyoung moaned and finally lost his composure and reached forward with both hands to hang on to Seonghwa’s shoulders. Seonghwa moved the plug around by the handle a couple more times until he was satisfied with the mess he’d made of Wooyoung. His cheeks were flushed, he was biting his lip, and upon looking down Seonghwa realized there was precum oozing from his tip.
With a final spank, Seonghwa pulled away from Wooyoung, “Lie down on your back, with your head hanging off the edge.”
Wooyoung blinked a couple of times before he moved, his limbs syrupy slow with denied pleasure. He lied down just like Seonghwa had asked him to and kept his hands by his sides.
Unclasping his belt and unzipping his slacks, Seonghwa pulled his underwear and pants down to mid-thigh, sighing in relief when he could finally touch himself. He could tell it wouldn’t take him long to reach the edge, so he quickly took his hands off his dick and moved to stand where Wooyoung’s head was, adjusting his stance until he could comfortably slide into the heat of his mouth.
It had been a while since they’d had the time to indulge in each other like this, with their busy schedules and the constant travelling for the tour, so when he slid inside Wooyoung’s mouth it felt so good he could cry. He slid in, inch by inch until he could see the imprint of his dick on Wooyoung’s throat under the ribbon, and his balls were flush with Wooyoung’s face. He loved this position because of the visual treat it gave him, and also how deep he could go. Pulling the ribbon off, he threw it to the side and rolled his hips back and thrust forward again, slowly, watching the bulge reappear. He ran his fingers across Wooyoung’s neck and felt his throat spasm around him. Wooyoung’s finger twisted in the sheets. Slightly tightening his grip on his neck, Seonghwa started speeding up, thrusting into Wooyoung’s mouth at a steady pace. The way his throat spasmed around him, the way he could feel himself beneath his fingers, and the pliant way Wooyoung was lying down and just taking it made everything feel ten times better, as if it was his first time fucking Wooyoung’s mouth. It made pleasure tingle in his spine and pool in his stomach in a way that made him forget about everything else.
Pulling out for a moment to check on him, Seonghwa looked down. There were tears streaking down the sides of his face and into his hairline. Holding his head up with one hand and rubbing the tears away with the other, he asked in a gentle voice, “Do you need a break?” Wooyoung shook his head side to side. “Wanna continue?” He nodded. Without hesitation, Seonghwa slid back inside and started picking up the pace but this time, instead of lying his hand on his neck, he reached for Wooyoung’s nipples. He rubbed his fingers across the left one for a few seconds as he kept thrusting into Wooyoung’s mouth, the wet sounds of his throat the only things he could hear. Without a warning, he tugged on Wooyoung’s nipple and twisted it harshly. Wooyoung’s hands shot up to Seonghwa’s thighs and he gagged around him, his legs twitching. Seonghwa stilled his hips but didn’t pull out all the way. Grabbing Wooyoung’s hands, he guided them down until he grabbed the sheets again, and Seonghwa continued fucking his mouth. Grabbing a handful of his pecs, Seonghwa tried pushing them together, squeezing them. Wooyoung was moaning with every breath as Seonghwa played with his chest. Rubbing both his nipples, Seonghwa slowed down the rhythm of his hips and once he felt Wooyoung almost relaxed, he tugged and twisted his right nipple this time, getting the same reaction out of him again. Seonghwa pulled out this time as Wooyoung choked around him, holding the base of his dick to stave off the pleasure.
Stepping back, Seonghwa admired his handiwork; Wooyoung’s face was flushed, there were tear tracks on his temples again, he was coughing, panting for breath, and his nipples had grown darker and slightly swollen. Throughout it all, he had remained hard, precum still leaking from his dick.
Helping him sit up once he got his breath back, Seonghwa asked, “Still wanna keep going?” and Wooyoung didn’t hesitate to nod again. “My sweet boy,” Seonghwa praised him, kissing him on the crown of his head, “My filthy little slut.” Seonghwa knew Wooyoung loved the mix of praise and degradation. Trying to roll the sleeves of his white dress shirt up some more, Seonghwa realized he hadn’t changed out of his outfit yet, and suddenly an idea occurred to him. Standing up, he unbuttoned his shirt and pulled his pants and underwear off, discarding his clothes on the floor.
“How about you keep me company while I take my makeup off, hm?” Seonghwa asked innocently as he fetched the bottle of lube and a packet of condom from his bedside table. He had to try hard to keep the smirk off his face at the look of confusion on Wooyoung’s face. Grabbing his hand, he pulled him along, off the bed and toward his vanity. Once he had settled down in front of the mirror, he put the bottle down on the table and laid down a tissue by its side. He spread his legs and beckoned Wooyoung close with his hands, “C’mere, baby.”
Stepping between Seonghwa’s legs, Wooyoung stood there with his back to the mirror. It gave Seonghwa the chance to appreciate the view of his muscular back and the tattoo at the top of his spine. Running his hands across his shoulder blades and the back of his ribs, he slid them down towards his ass, grabbing a handful of each cheek before pulling them apart. The reflection in the mirror showed him Wooyoung had picked the plug with the silver heart shaped jewel. His favorite.
As he gently pulled the plug out, Wooyoung’s hands flew to his shoulders, holding on tight. Discarding the plug on the tissue on the table, he reached for the bottle of lube and wasted no time in coating his fingers in it, despite the fact that the plug was already glistening with it. After warming the lube up between his fingers, he inserted two fingers, not bothering to start with one since Wooyoung must have had the plug inside him since before he came home. Once his fingers breached past his rim, Wooyoung gripped his shoulder tighter and sighed, arching his back. Seonghwa couldn’t be more pleased with his spontaneous decision to continue things here - the mirror gave him such a delicious view. He dug the fingertips of his other hand into his thighs just to watch the way they sunk into his flesh in the mirror.
The slide of his two fingers were smooth, so he quickly added a third one, fucking his finger as deep as he could. He didn’t want Wooyoung coming early though, with how pent up he was and how red his dick looked, so he avoided Wooyoung’s sweet spot after he accidentally brushed against it once, making him clench down and moan out loud.
Seonghwa could tell Wooyoung was also getting impatient, so he didn’t drag it out too much and pulled his fingers out and reached for the condom, rolling it on quickly. With his hands guiding Wooyoung’s hips forward and down, “Sit,” he instructed. Wooyoung lifted both legs onto the chair and straddled Seonghwa’s hips. Once he was in position, Seonghwa aligned his dick with Wooyoung’s entrance and guided him down. They moaned in unison as Wooyoung sat down all the way and got comfortable with his arms around Seonghwa’s shoulders. “Stay still, baby, okay?” Seonghwa warned him, his voice soft as his hands maintained their harsh grip around Wooyoung’s hips. He saw him nod before he laid his head on his shoulder and relaxed his body.
Seonghwa picked up a cotton pad and his makeup remover and got to work.
Removing his makeup was something that didn’t take much of his time on a normal night, but tonight Seonghwa was intent on dragging the process out, taking his time using each of the products he wanted. He even hummed himself a tune while using the exfoliating scrub. Seonghwa could feel how hard Wooyoung was trying to keep himself still. It warmed his heart and twisted something visceral in his guts to know how badly Wooyoung wanted to be good for him.
It seemed Wooyoung lost his resolve when Seonghwa was applying moisturizer, however, as he started rolling his hips in small increments. Wiping his hands clean, he spanked Wooyoung again, earning himself a whimper, “I told you to stay still, kitten.” Seonghwa felt him nod against his neck and then go still. He would’ve usually punished Wooyoung for any small disobedience, but tonight he was feeling lenient, his heart filled with contentment from all the events of the day.
“I was done either way. Stand up now,” Seonghwa instructed. Wooyoung got his jelly limbs under him and stood up on his knees, Seonghwa’s dick sliding out of him with a wince. Seonghwa stood up and helped him off the chair and once he was standing on his legs, he turned him around so he was facing the mirror this time. A hand between his shoulder blades pushed him forward until he was bracing himself on the table with his hands. His red, bitten lips looked extremely enticing, and the desire in his eyes seemed to have doubled in intensity.
Sliding his hand under Wooyoung’s chin, he locked eyes with him in the mirror, “Don’t look away.” His tone brooked no arguments.
With a hand on his lower back, Seonghwa guided himself back inside Wooyoung. He noticed how Wooyoung’s eyes almost slid shut before he remembered what he was told and kept them open.
“Cum whenever you want, kitten, but remember I won’t stop there,” Seonghwa added, and with that he started thrusting brutally, not bothering to take it easy any longer. He’d waited long enough, and Wooyoung had waited even longer.
It took only four thrusts before Wooyoung was cumming, mouth hanging open on a silent scream as his release painted the body of the vanity. Seonghwa tightened his hands around Wooyoung’s hips, pulling him back on his dick with every thrust forward, intensifying the pleasure. Wooyoung had leaned down on his forearms, and the noises he was making sounded borderline painful. The tug of pleasure at the base of his spine and the way he lost his rhythm told him it wouldn’t take him long until he reached his release. Leaning forward until he was covering Wooyoung’s back with his chest, he whispered in his ear, “I’m gonna cum.”
It only took him a couple of thrusts after that until he came, releasing inside the condom. Kissing the back of his neck, he looked at him in the mirror and found him watching back.
“Happy birthday, Seonghwa-hyung,” Wooyoung whispered, his voice scratchy. Despite what they had just done, it was so endearing to Seonghwa that he grabbed his face, turned it to the side and kissed him.
“You’re lucky I love you, or you’d be sleeping on the floor tonight,” Seonghwa said.
“Why,” Wooyoung asked, his eyes wide. In response, Seonghwa looked down at the vanity table and then watched as Wooyoung followed his line of sight, his face falling. “I’ll clean it up, I promise, hyung” Wooyoung rushed to offer, his face serious. It made Seonghwa laugh, and Wooyoung soon followed. It filled Seonghwa’s heart with fondness. He would never get sick of hearing the sound of Wooyoung’s laughter.