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Wooyoung giggled, straightening out Hongjoong's cowboy hat. “Come on, hyung. It's going to be so much fun!’ He smiled his most radiant smile. He always had a wide and contagious smile. So many white gleaming teeth on display. No one could fight his happy smile or his best pout. They were his not so secret weapons.
Hongjoong sighed, gently pushing the younger boy off him, “I don't know why I agreed to go out with you!”
“Because you're a recluse, and love having a friend who can deal with you when you become an angry cat.” Wooyoung said matter of factly.
Hongjoong could frown all he wanted, but he knew Wooyoung was right. Somehow he managed to dig past all of Hongjoong's bullshit, and yank him out of his shell. Not enough for him to suddenly be amazing at expressing his feelings, he had to keep some secrets. It was enough to force Hongjoong out of his comfort zone, and make him do something other people might call fun. He usually did have fun too, that's why he let Wooyoung take him out. He was still a young adult, he needed to stop acting like an old man.
Hongjoong also was harboring a hell of a crush, but he'd be damned if he'd admit it. Wooyoung would have an absolute field day if he ever found out. Those moments when he'd rile Hongjoong up just to say, “Oh, you wanna kiss me so bad.” Well, he didn't know how right he was. Wooyoung was a known flirt. Hongjoong didn't stand a chance of landing someone like Wooyoung. He didn't need an emotionally constipated hyung as a lover. That's just facts. He'd take the easy and gentle friendship that they had, and maybe tease Wooyoung a bit.
“Ass.” Hongjoong finally responded.
“You love me.” Wooyoung giggled. He was fluttering his lashes, teasing right back. This was why they worked. Wooyoung never took Hongjoong's aggressive responses to heart. He would just giggle and tease Hongjoong right back. Honestly, his little aggressive outbursts made his heart flutter. We all have kinks.
“Let's just get going. Come on.” Hongjoong grabbed his keys off the table, and nodded for Wooyoung to follow him.
They went to a bar on the outskirts of town. Their friend San had said it was a fun little place, and somewhere to really unwind. Hongjoong had been holed up at work, and needed to relax. Wooyoung basically told him they were going out, as asking was never an option. Hongjoong always had a reason why he couldn't go out. Wooyoung made all those reasons null.
So here they were, dressed up like cowboys, and looking for some fun. Well, Wooyoung wanted to dance and have fun, Hongjoong wanted to see the ice at the bottom of his whiskey glass.
As they stood in this bar, the bodies all crowded together generated heat. Hongjoong pulled off his large hat, and wiped the sweat accumulating on his brow. Being around a lot of bodies was not exactly his forte. He needed a drink even more now.
Wooyoung swallowed hard. Watching Hongjoong wipe his brow with his gloved hand should not have been attractive. But it was! Wooyoung knew Hongjoong was a man who would take time and effort. Hongjoong showed his love in little ways, and Wooyoung had come to savor those moments. Wooyoung also had to learn to show his affection in different ways. He always loved with his whole body. Hugs, kisses, touching, words of affirmation. Hongjoong didn't speak that language, he only wanted to cuddle when he was sleepy and his guard was down. He showed affection by remembering your coffee order, bringing you your favourite snacks, and spending time together quietly.
Just as Wooyoung had compromised, Hongjoong had as well. He wouldn't be here at a bar if he had his way. If it was for Wooyoung though…well Hongjoong had a hard time telling Wooyoung no. And he knew that. Weaponized it really. Seemed pretty unfair to not only be pretty with perfect pouty lips, but to actually be aware of it, and use it. Effectively.
“I need a drink.” Hongjoong said loudly, breaking Wooyoung out of his thoughts.
“Aish, hyung we just got here.” Wooyoung said as he followed Hongjoong.
“Just a buzz, and maybe some adrenaline will get me sober. I just really want a whiskey on the rocks.” He said as he climbed into a stool by the bar.. A bartender had already heard his desire, and was setting one in front of him before he could even fully sit down. “Oh, there must be a god.” He grabbed his drink and just took a small sip. The small burn down his throat was a welcome feeling. He smacked his lips with delight.
Wooyoung giggled, “Hyung, you look like a cowboy that just had his first drop of drink in months.”
“Honestly, I haven't had a drink in awhile.” He sighed before taking another sip. The cool ice against his lips, the burn of the alcohol. He finally felt his shoulders loosen, and it made him sigh in relief. He really did need this.
“Can I get a rum and coke, please.” Wooyoung asked the bartender as he sat down on a stool next to Hongjoong.
Hongjoong surprisingly looked really good. A deep brown cowboy hat with matching leather gloves. His pants looked damn near painted on, he had a flannel shirt tucked into his pants, and a big belt buckle. He had on brown leather boots to complete the ensemble. He looked like he belonged in this bar, a whiskey on the rocks in his hand.
Wooyoung took his drink and looked down at himself. He was in a white cowboy hat, and no gloves. He was more urban cowboy with low cut jeans, a cropped shirt, and heeled boots. They couldn't be anymore different, but if someone asked he'd say they complimented one another.
Wooyoung took a long drink, almost comforted by the way the burn of the alcohol was hidden behind the fizzy soda. “You look really nice, hyung.” He said after wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
Hongjoong looked over at Wooyoung, slowly blinking as his brain registered the compliment, “Thanks Wooyoung. You look nice too.” Hongjoong always seemed surprised when Wooyoung would drop a sincere compliment. As if the younger never did so, all the time. He was always so nice, so bright. Hongjoong would joke that he didn't need to go outside when he had his own personal Wooyoung. Not that he owned him or anything, just that he was grateful for him and his sunshiney smile. It was honestly the best part of his day, when Wooyoung would come and see him. Not like he could say that out loud.
Wooyoung smiled brightly. Getting a compliment from Hongjoong always made him swoon. It was probably a praise kink, sue him. He was just glad the bar was only half lit, so his blush didn't give him away. He would be crushed if he lost his friendship with Hongjoong, or make things awkward. He was obvious, but if Hongjoong ever started to bristle up like a cat, he'd take appropriate measures. No one could calm Hongjoong down quite like Wooyoung.
“So what are we here for?” Hongjoong asked as his eyes scanned the area.
“I don't really know, maybe some line dancing. I mean, I don't need an excuse to look like a cute cowboy, but it helps.” Wooyoung said.
Hongjoong giggled, shaking his head, “No, you definitely don't need an excuse. I just thought, knowing you, it would be something more outlandish.”
“Hyung, you wound me.” Wooyoung pouted, pressing a hand against his chest. Yes, Wooyoung did have a tendency to drag Hongjoong out to more exciting activities. He needed to get his cardio up, before he was a stagnant old man. Wooyoung was helping him!
However, San didn't tell him anything too crazy about the bar. Wooyoung thought it could be a theme night. Just enjoying a few drinks, maybe do a little line dancing, and just enjoy being somewhere that wasn't at home.
Well that was the original plan, until a loud voice came from the shitty speakers. Wooyoung didn't even hear what the voice said, he didn't need to. There on the other side of the bar, a dark area lit up with a mechanical bull. A grin broke out on his face.
“Oh no!” Hongjoong immediately said.
“Come on, hyung!” Wooyoung said, immediately weaponizing his pout.
“Absolutely not. I'm not getting on some mechanical bull.”
“Oh, I guess you're a chicken then.”
Hongjoong growled, “I'm no chicken! I just wouldn't want to embarrass you when I stay on much longer than you.”
Wooyoung was competitive, and Hongjoong knew that, “Bet.”
— — —
He couldn't believe he let Wooyoung talk him into this. Ok, it was kind of his fault, pushing Wooyoung's competitive buttons until he became an insufferable little shit, but it's the principle. Neither he, nor Wooyoung had any business being on a mechanical bull. Yet here they were. He stood there, watching as people got tossed off the bull, sent flying onto the mats and cushions laying on the floor. It was all in good fun, but he still frowned at Wooyoung. It was hard to keep up the grumpy act as Wooyoung squealed in delight and clapped his hands.
“Whose next?” The operator called out.
“Right here!” Wooyoung yelled, pushing Hongjoong forward.
He tried to push back, but Wooyoung was much stronger than he looked. Hongjoong was hoping not to embarrass himself first, but his own competitive attitude got him into this situation. Him and his big mouth. He sighed and stopped fighting, walking up to the fake bull. He rolled up his sleeves, tightened up his gloves, and hitched up his pants.
Wooyoung watched as Hongjoong hoisted himself up into the saddle. Suddenly, he realized just how tight those jeans were on Hongjoong. He knew he had an ass, but this was just unfair. Why did he have talent, good looks, and a fat ass? Wooyoung swallowed hard. He knew there was something between them, but Hongjoong was always just so aloof. Surely he didn't think that Wooyoung took care of him because he wanted to remain good friends? Sure, he cared about all his friends and showed them love, but he never let anyone treat him the way Hongjoong did. Not to say Hongjoong treated him badly, (he was attracted to it) it's just that he always treated him like he was precious. Wooyoung was great at giving love, but he was shit at accepting it. Hongjoong loved him in a way that he could comprehend. That kind of affection was priceless.
Wooyoung pulled himself out of his own thoughts and watched as Hongjoong grabbed onto the rope around the mechanical bulls neck, and lifted one hand to hold onto his cowboy hat. He looked like a professional bull rider. His hand tightened on the rope and his thighs flexed as the bull started to move.
Hongjoong jokingly flashed Wooyoung a thumbs up before he focused. Unfortunately, Wooyoung couldn't even respond. There was static in his ears as he watched Hongjoong's muscles flexed and bulged as he held on to the rope. His gloved hand flexed as he tried to rock his hips with the movement of the bull. This felt weirdly sexual. Wooyoung was feeling rather flustered at the display. This is apparently what did it for him.
Wooyoung watched as Hongjoong got jostled this way and that. He was actually laughing and having a good time. That brought a smile to Wooyoung's lips. He loved seeing his hyung happy, even if his body proportions had Wooyoung in hell. Soon, he was doubled over in shrieking laughter as Hongjoong was flung quite violently off the bull. He was so petite that he barely landed on the mats around the area to break the fall. Although his plush ass would have probably saved him from hurting himself.
He ran over to help his hyung onto his feet, “You did so good, Hongjoongie.” He said.
“Your turn.” He said, narrowing his eyes before crinkling into happy crescents, “It was kind of fun.”
He didn't like admitting it, but he actually had a great time. It seemed to end too quickly, but that was the point.
Wooyoung loudly announced he was next, and Hongjoong barely contained a groan as Wooyoung climbed into the saddle. His pants rode low as his shirt hiked up. Just a smooth expanse of his lower back. Pure sun kissed skin on display for anyone to see. Hongjoong felt weirdly possessive as he saw people whispering with lecherous grins. That was his Wooyoungie, nobody else's. Just because Wooyoung was sexy with a perfect body, that didn't give people the right to look at him with lust.
He could stare as much as he wanted, and he did. Did he have feelings for Wooyoung? Undetermined. He admittedly had trouble expressing himself and showing his emotions. People said he was emotionally constipated, but that wasn't the truth. Hongjoong felt a lot of intense emotions, and sometimes it took him time to unravel the source of those emotions. He never wanted to let his temper guide his actions. He liked to think things through rationally, but love wasn't exactly rational. When does it stop becoming friendly or familial love and become romantic love? He loved Wooyoung, that was undeniable, but how much was the question. Did he love him like a little brother or like a lover? It was confusing.
Wooyoung laced his hand into the rope, and like Hongjoong he raised one hand to hold on to his hat. As the bull moved, the veins in Wooyoung's arms flexed and bulged. His thighs flexed and gripped hard, and for a short moment Hongjoong wondered what it would be like to be trapped between those dancers' thighs. Wooyoung shrieked as the bull thrashed around, but he held on tight. His pants were slowly dropping down, and Hongjoong was quite certain he wasn't wearing underwear. His hips undulated and Hongjoong realized that he definitely was sexually attracted to Wooyoung. He hoped to keep that in check, as he never wanted to make things awkward between them. Losing Wooyoung's friendship would feel like losing the sun. Unfathomable and frightening.
Wooyoung was flung off sooner than Hongjoong. He grunted as he hit the mats. Hongjoong ran over and Wooyoung looked up at him with a pout, “I was having fun.”
“Yeah, it ends too soon.” Hongjoong said, helping him off the floor. “You did good.”
“You did better.” Wooyoung said, the pout still on his face. Such plush lips, pretty eyes, a nice body. Personality like sunshine, and so loveable.
Oh shit. He was in love with Wooyoung.
“That's okay. I had fun.” Hongjoong mumbled, hoping his blush wasn't too obvious.
“Well at least you had fun. I'm like your toy.” Wooyoung giggled.
“No,” Hongjoong said, laying a hand on Wooyoung's hip, “you're my baby.”
Wooyoung's face erupted into a blush, “H-hyung, you can't say stuff like that.” He looked away from Hongjoong's intense stare. It wasn't like calling him baby was special. Their shared friend Yunho was over 182cm (6ft) and Hongjoong called him baby too. Hongjoong just had a way of treating someone younger than him like his baby. Wooyoung couldn't let this go to his head.
“Wooyoung,” Hongjoong said softly, grabbing Wooyoung's cheeks and pulling his face to look at him, “would it be crazy for me to say I like you?” there it was, like it was so easy. Because it was easy. Wooyoung made it all too easy.
“I like you too, hyung.”
“No. I mean I kind of want to kiss you right now.”
“My lips are ready, nobody is stopping you.” Wooyoung breathed out.
— — —
Hongjoong moaned in surprise as Wooyoung pushed him against the door, their mouths sealed in a steamy lip lock. Cute how he thought he was in charge. However, his lips were so plush and his mouth was so wet, and so he just relaxed into it.
“Hyung, please.” Wooyoung pleaded. He grabbed the front of Hongjoong's flannel shirt. His long fingers began to slowly undo the buttons. His face was nudged to the side, and he gave a throaty groan as Hongjoong began to press hot kisses and mouth along his neck. His toes curled, and he remembered they still had their shoes on.
Hongjoong smirked, “Let's get our shoes off, and take this to the bedroom.” He whispered against Wooyoung's lips.
Wooyoung could barely process taking off his boots. Not with Hongjoong standing there, shirt open. He had softly defined abdominals and a full chest with little nipples. He was so fucking pretty, and it seemed like such a crime that he always stayed so covered up. Even when they went swimming, Hongjoong wore a shirt in the pool. Wooyoung respected his modesty, but that didn't mean he wasn't curious. He'd given Hongjoong lots of hugs, and knew how small his frame was. He didn't know he looked like this.
“Eyes up here, baby.” Hongjoong said with a cocky grin.
Wooyoung dazedly looked up, a blush across his cheeks, “Sorry.” He watched as Hongjoong took off with a giggle, and he excitedly chased after him.
He caught up as Hongjoong was opening his bedroom door. Wooyoung kissed him as they tripped into the room. His greedy mouth kissed Hongjoong deeply as his hands pulled the flannel shirt out of his tight pants, and pushed off the offending fabric.
The kiss separated as Hongjoong stepped back. He grabbed the hem of Wooyoung's shirt and yanked it off his head. He ran his hands all over Wooyoung's muscled body. He was so damn attractive. The worst part was that Wooyoung knew that. Right now, however, he looked almost shy under Hongjoong's scrutinizing gaze.
“You're staring so hard.” Wooyoung murmured, cheeks dusting pink.
“You're just so beautiful.” Hongjoong breathed out, closing the gap between their lips. He kissed full of fire and passion.
Wooyoung's hands buried into Hongjoong's hair. He just needed to stabilize himself. Honestly, he never really saw himself getting this far. Hongjoong's warm hands on his naked waist made him feel like they were still wearing far too many layers. He moved his hands slowly. Down to cup Hongjoong's neck, fingers skimming his shoulders before his palms dragged over his chest and abdominal muscles. He found the large belt buckle he was wearing, and with a few deft movements of his long fingers, he managed to undo the belt. He smirked into the kiss. Hongjoong was trying to steal his breath, making him dizzy, but he could still get someone undressed.
Hongjoong just let him, eager to see Wooyoung fully bare. Once his jeans were undone, he grabbed Wooyoung's pants, pulled away from the kiss, and slowly sank down onto his knees. He knew he had a lethal pout. He just grabbed the hem of Wooyoung's jeans and gave him the best puppy eyes he knew how to make.
“You don't have to beg. I'm consenting here, if you want to I won't stop you.” Wooyoung said.
“I just wanted you to say yes first.” Hongjoong said with a giggle. He yanked Wooyoung's pants off, and groaned. He knew he wasn't wearing underwear. He was hard, veiny, and big. Hongjoong wasted no time, grabbing Wooyoung's cock by the base, and after a few kitten licks to the tip, he opened his mouth wide.
Wooyoung gasped, pleasure rolling through his body almost immediately. Hongjoong's mouth was warm, wet, and perfect. He moaned, toes curling as he felt his cock nudge the back of Hongjoong's throat. Oh, he was going to cum, fast. He set his hand on Hongjoong's head, and luckily he pulled back.
“Is everything ok?” Hongjoong asked, looking up at Wooyoung with his beautiful brown eyes.
“Yeah, I'm just going to cum immediately from your wicked mouth.” Wooyoung breathed out. His dick was hard, the cool air on the leftover saliva made him shiver.
“How do you want to do this? I can do either.” Hongjoong said, getting to his feet.
“Can I eat you out and top?” Wooyoung asked.
“God, yes.” Hongjoong said. He dropped his underwear, walked over to his nightstand and pulled out some lube and a condom. “Here.” he handed both to Wooyoung and then crawled up onto his bed, laying on his stomach.
“I know you'd be a pillow princess.” Wooyoung said with a laugh.
Hongjoong gave him the finger, “I fuck, thank you very much. I do love to be spoiled though.”
Wooyoung just rolled his eyes and walked over to the bed. Hongjoong's ass should be a national treasure. He grabbed on to the plump globes and squeezed them. God, it felt as squishy as he was hoping. He spread those cheeks, and saw Hongjoong's pretty pink hole. He ran his thumb over the furled muscle, and immediately buried his face in between his cheeks.
Hongjoong laid on his arms, body shivering from Wooyoung's delicate touches. His tongue wasn't delicate though. Hongjoong's cock was already hard and leaking against the mattress. Wooyoung's tongue was trying to map out his insides. He licked and sucked, and even bit all over. Hongjoong was overwhelmed in all of the best ways. He almost pouted when the tongue left, but soon wet fingers were pressing inside of him. He was relaxed and moaned at the intrusion. It had been awhile, but his body still remembered.
“You're so good for me.” Wooyoung whispered, his voice deep and rough.
Hongjoong's hole was squeezing on his fingers, and he was eager to replace it with his cock. He pushed in a third finger, and heard Hongjoong whimper. He knew it was a lot and so he pressed the pads of his fingers down, finding the squishy bundle of nerves, his prostate.
“Easy, easy. I might cum!” Hongjoong whined.
Wooyoung leaned over his body, kissing the top of Hongjoong's head. “I got you, hyung.” He whispered, driving his fingers in, but only glancing at his prostate. He could see Hongjoong grinding his cock into the mattress, and could hear him moaning oh so prettily. He was nearing his limit.
“Please, I'm ready!” Hongjoong begged.
Wooyoung felt like he was on a power trip. He'd never seen his hyung act like this. It was honestly a nice change of pace, but it also made him a bit crazy. He wanted to take care of Hongjoong and to really make him feel good. That's a lot of pressure. Wooyoung could do anything if it was for his hyung. “You want to get up on your hands and knees?” He asked.
“Yeah, it's my favourite position both giving and receiving.” Hongjoong said shyly.
Wooyoung laughed, “Well we are totally compatible. It's my favourite too.” He waited as Hongjoong got into his hands and knees, his back arching so prettily as his ass waved back and forth, tantalizingly.
Wooyoung was never a patient man. He grabbed his cock and had to give it a few generous and squeezing strokes as his erection had begun to flag from lack of stimulation. It didn't take much, just Hongjoong's pretty ass in the air was enough to bring his cock back to life. He opened the condom with his teeth, and expertly rolled the rubber on. Then he grabbed the lube, and generously coated the condom. He climbed behind Hongjoong and set his large hands on his small and delicate waist. Hongjoong had a personality that was bigger than life, but he was also very small. It's honestly what made him so damn cute most of the time. Wooyoung would never say it to his face, but he kind of wanted to put Hongjoong in his pocket, and protect him from all the bad things in the world. It didn't matter if Hongjoong wasn't much shorter than him, he still wanted to protect him no matter what.
“I'm not getting any younger.” Hongjoong said. He acted like he was annoyed, but he was actually nervous.
“Can't get much older, hyung.” Wooyoung said,
Before Hongjoong could snap about Wooyoung being a variety of vulgar words, Wooyoung pushed in the head of his cock. Hongjoong was fully relaxed when ready to insult someone, and Wooyoung could barely contain his giggle. Hongjoong was clenching like a vice, and he pulled out, “You okay?” He asked.
“Sorry, I just got nervous. I'm still consenting, it's just been awhile.” Hongjoong said feeling embarrassed. Why did he have to make sex weird?
“That's ok. I'll go slow, promise.”
It was achingly slow. He slowly rolled his hips pushing in a little more, and then fully pulling out. He could feel Hongjoong's hole as it slowly widened, letting him finally sink down all the way to the base. He was sweaty, and out of breath Hongjoong's insides wrapped around his cock in the most heavenly way. He stayed fully seated, gripping Hongjoong's waist in his hands.
“So full.” Hongjoong whined.
Wooyoung's jaw tightened. Hongjoong sounded so fucking pretty. “Hyung what are we?” Wooyoung asked.
“You're asking me this now??” Hongjoong said in complete disbelief. “You are balls deep in my ass, and you wonder what we are. Are you stupid?”
“One night stands are a thing.”
Hongjoong buried his flushed face into the mattress wanting to just suffocate himself. It would be easier and less embarrassing than this. “Wooyoung, you are in my life every day. I can't ghost you. Obviously I want to date you. Now can you please —ohmygod~!”
That's all Wooyoung wanted to hear. Now he had a point to prove and he slammed his hips forward. He used his grip on Hongjoong's waist to pull him down into his thrusts. Using him like a toy. He didn't need to worry if he was being a selfish lover. Hearing Hongjoong whine and moan underneath him was a perfect indication that he was doing a fine job.
Their sweaty bodies crashed together, smacking with each impact of flesh. Their moans rang together, calling to each other back and forth. Wooyoung's breathing was tagged, his moans pretty and pitched. Sweat slid down his body in thick rivulets, his hips and thighs aches, but he was a dancer. He could continue to move through the pain, the pleasure spreading through his body was enough. He wanted to reach his peak.
Hongjoong's fingers buried into the sheets. Wooyoung's cock was shaped perfectly. His own dick dripped pathetically onto the covers. Tears sprung up in his eyes as he sniffled. Damn. Cock hadn't made him cry like this in awhile. He reached for his neglected dick, just caressing it. He wasn't sure he could handle much more stimulation.
“You're so good for me hyung. So fucking perfect.” Wooyoung was spitting out praise. He couldn't help it, he was a yapper. Hongjoong needed to know how good he felt.
Wooyoung balls were drawing up, getting tighter. His hips moved almost piston-like. Burying himself into Hongjoong like he belonged there. Hands squeezing, leaving bruises on Hongjoong's hips for sure. A fire ignited in his stomach, swirling, churning, threatening to consume his body whole.
Hongjoong couldn't even give Wooyoung a warning. A long guttural moan filled with rhythmic squeezing as his cock spilled ropes of semen across the bed was all he could manage. It felt so good that his eyes had crossed. He felt so hazy and soft.
Wooyoung was done for. The pretty cry, the hard grip of inner walls, he moaned loudly. Semen spilled into the condom and he leaned over Hongjoong's frame, kissing his shoulders and back before gently pulling out. He got up to remove the condom, and Hongjoong legs gave out as he fell into his mess.
Wooyoung giggled, heading to the bathroom to clean up and get a rag. He'd been over to Hongjoong house and stayed the night so many times that he knew where everything was. When he came back into the bedroom he also went into the closet to grab spare bedding sheets. “Come on hyung, at least get cleaned up and let me change the sheets.”
“Don't wanna.” Hongjoong said with a petulant pout. He wasn't about to admit it to Wooyoung, but he wasn't quite sure he could feel his legs at the moment.
“We can make out until you're ready for bed. Since…we're boyfriends now.” Wooyoung's cheeks heated up in a blush. They were dating, all those years of pining had paid off.
They were boyfriends now, and Hongjoong liked kissing. Not in public, but with his new boyfriend in private, he'd make Wooyoung sick of his kisses. Hongjoong rolled out of bed and quickly made it to the bathroom.
Wooyoung shook his head and began to change the sheets. Crazy how domestic they were already. They needed to shower but maybe some post coitus kisses and cuddles while cementing their relationship was in order.
“I can't believe a mechanical bull made me realize I love you.” Hongjoong said as he walked out.
“I wonder if I could send that bull a fruit basket.” Wooyoung mused aloud.
“You're ridiculous.” Hongjoong laughed as he sat down in bed.
“But I'm all yours.” Wooyoung said as he climbed his way into Hongjoong's lap and looped his arms across his shoulders.
“You sure are.” Hongjoong leaned up and pressed their lips together. There was less fire, more passion. Their lips smacked together, trading unhurried kisses. They had all the time in the world, even if it took what felt like forever to get here.
Sometimes you just gotta walk, not run. What mattered now, is how would they explain this to their friends?
Spoiler alert: they were glad that the category 5 pining was over.