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There's nothing Seonghwa hates more than being ignored, which just so happens to be exactly what Hongjoong has been doing all week.
He pushes the door open to see Hongjoong bent over his desk, shuffling papers around, and Yunho seated on the couch off to the side. He looks up, acknowledging Seonghwa as he walks his way.
"Hwa," he says, smirking up at him.
"Yunho," Seonghwa hums in acknowledgement as he leans over him, resting one arm on the couch and using the other one to tilt his face upwards. "How much longer do you plan on keeping my husband from me?" he asks him, sliding a knee in between Yunho's spread legs.
The younger man scoffs, "I'm hardly the one keeping him here."
Seonghwa tuts, leaning in, close enough for Yunho to feel the whisper of his breath as he says, "We also know he's a workaholic who won't leave the room unless you do." He nudges his knee closer to where he knows Yunho is slowly hardening, "So, are you gonna get out or sit here and behave yourself like a good boy?"
Yunho whimpers, nodding. Which isn't much of an answer, but Seonghwa knows what he means. He leans back, patting his cheeks as he stands, smoothing down his robe and primly fixing the neckline.
Seonghwa then turns toward his husband, who is now wordlessly staring at him from where he sits on his fancy office chair. His eyes track Seonghwa as he makes his way towards him, gaze dancing over his outfit, lips parted in a way that makes Seonghwa preen inwardly, despite the anger steadily thrumming in his veins.
He shoves a few files off to the side and perches himself on the edge of the sturdy wooden table, grabbing Hongjoong's tie to drag him forward. Hongjoong looks up at him, and Seonghwa notices how tired he looks, his shirt untucked and wrinkled, his tie hanging loose around his neck as if yanked in frustration. He reaches forward to trace a finger along the skin exposed by Hongjoong's undone buttons, making his breath hitch as he continues to watch Seonghwa.
Seonghwa feels a flash of irritation, still feeling unacknowledged by his husband, the silence grating on his nerves. he lifts his leg then, sliding his foot along Hongjoong's inner thigh to reach his hardening dick, pressing down, and he leans forward, "So? nothing to say for yourself, dear?"
Hongjoong surges forward, grabbing his foot as Seonghwa pushes harder against his cock, trying to steal a kiss, but Seonghwa leans away from him, "You think you deserve a kiss?"
Hongjoong lets out a pathetic little whimper, "I'm sorry, Hwa."
Seonghwa raises an eyebrow, "Oh? What are you sorry for?"
Hongjoong stands, still holding onto Seonghwa's ankle as he moves in between his legs to nuzzle his neck, reaching for the tie of his robe. "Baby," he sighs. "You know-"
Seonghwa interrupts him, swatting his hands away, shoving him back down onto the chair. "Careful, Joong," he warns. "I don't wanna hear your stupid fucking excuses, so sit down and keep your hands to yourself."
Hongjoong stares up at him, eyelashes fluttering pathetically as he white knuckles the arms of the chair. Seonghwa places both feet on his husband's thighs, unnecessarily digging into them with his heel as he slowly slides off his sheer pink robe, revealing a lacy black bra and delicate garter belt which is paired with black pantyhose. He did forgo the panties, though, so his dick juts out proudly, hard and leaking. He fixes his gloves and roughly grabs Hongjoong's face.
"How do I look?"
"So beautiful, my Seonghwa", he groans. "Please, let me touch you."
Seonghwa laughs at that, patting him on the cheek," You don't deserve to have your way today, darling." he reaches down, unbuckling Hongjoong's belt to pull out his dick.
"Look at you, so hard already, did you miss me?"
"Yes," Hongjoong gasps.
Seonghwa grabs his husband's dick lightly, not bothering to use lube, the delicate lace scratching his sensitive skin, but it wasn't enough. Hongjoong's breath hitches as he ruts up, seeking more. Hongjoong did not leak very much, unlike him, whose dick was currently wet and flushed. But he ignored it, liking how the cold air felt on his warm skin, blood pumping so hard he could feel his pulse in his ears. Hongjoong looked like sin, and he wanted to absolutely wreck him.
Hongjoong whimpers helplessly, biting his lip, but Seonghwa thumbs at it disapprovingly, pulling it free.
"You know I love to hear you moan for me like a little slut."
Yunho lets out a scoff, making Hongjoong whip his head sideways as if remembering he was still in the room with them. He groans, tilting his head backwards as he lets his eyes fall shut.
Seonghwa lets out a laugh, increasingly glad that Yunho decided to stay. Hongjoong may not always like being touched, but Seonghwa knew he loved to be watched, and what a sight he made. He hears Yunho unbuckle his belt, moaning softly as Seonghwa leans into Hongjoong.
"Come on, Joongie, put on a show, give your Yunho something worth watching."
Hongjoong flutters his eyes open, hands twitching with the urge to reach out to him as he greedily rakes his eyes down Seonghwa's body, letting out a soft whine.
"Please, Hwa."
Seonghwa raises an eyebrow, "Please, what?" He lets go of Hongjoong's dick, lazily unbuttoning his shirt. He's almost fully bent over his husband, long hair tickling the other man's torso as he whispers harshly, "You don't even know what you want, darling. Begging like you're in heat and I've barely started. How pathetic."
He leans back, taking in the view. Hongjoong is boneless, sunken into the chair, his shirt fully unbuttoned, letting his pretty, pierced nipples peek out, tie loose around his neck. He was absolutely ravishing. Seonghwa raises a finger, running it along his husband's flushed torso, down to his painfully hard dick. He doesn't touch him there, though, ignoring how Hongjoong's hips rise as he lets out a whimper.
Seonghwa lets out a laugh, "Look at you, all needy like you're a bitch in heat."
He leans backwards on the desk, letting his legs fall open languidly, tilting his leg outward, blatantly seeking Yunho's eyes as he reaches for his dick. he teases the length with fleeting touches, shivering at the ticklish feeling of the gloves on his hyper-sensitive skin, head falling backwards.
He hears Yunho moan when his hands trail upwards, first to his waist and then across his torso to his pebbled nipple. He tweaks it roughly, the sensation feeling almost electric as it shoots down his spine. He hears Hongjoong whimper pathetically and opens his eyes to find that his eyes are fluttering shut as if dazed.
Seonghwa raises his foot to press down harshly on Hongjoong's exposed cock, "Eyes on me, darling. Don't you fucking dare."
Hongjoong gasps, peeling his eyes open as he drinks in the sight in front of him. Seonghwa tilts his head, pushing his long hair over his shoulder, exposing his slender neck. He preens under his husband's attention, as he rises gracefully to go over to the cabinet where he knows Hongjoong keeps the lube.
"Having fun, Yunho? Are you being a good boy?" Seonghwa asks idly. He's been hyperaware of Yunho's little sounds, despite not having an eye on him. he doesn't really have to look to know that he has the other man wrapped around his finger right now.
"You can touch yourself, Pup, but you can't come until I do."
Finding the lube, he finally gives in to his curiosity, turning to take in the state that Yunho is in. His dick is flushed and leaking profusely, begging to be sucked. He has one hand wrapped around it, pumping it harshly.
Seonghwa walks over to him, tilting Yunho's chin up, "You hear me?"
"Yes, Hwa," he whimpers back, his other hand moving to grab his balls, making Seonghwa smirk.
He moves back to Hongjoong, making him stand with a yank on his tie. He turns them around so Hongjoong is now seated on the desk where Seonghwa was earlier. He settles into the chair, leaning backwards as he raises his legs to place them on the desk, crossed at the ankles.
He tosses the lube to Hongjoong, "Open yourself up, and don't touch your dick. Show Yunho how prettily you fuck yourselves on your tiny fingers."
Hongjoong moans, taking the bottle of lube from him, hands twitching with the urge to touch his dick. he pours an excessive amount onto his fingers and immediately shoves two fingers in, revelling in the pain, the stretch. Seonghwa watches him as his delicate features scrunch up in bliss, his hair falling onto his face as he tilts his head forward, letting out soft gasps. His husband looks fucking wrecked, and it sets Seonghwa's blood on fire.
He still feels the anger thrumming in his veins. He wants to make Hongjoong beg, make him regret ever ignoring Seonghwa. But as he watches his husband fuck himself on his own fingers while unable to touch his cock, which lies exposed, flushed red and pathetic, Seonghwa can't help but reach forward and tease Hongjoong's nipple, toying with the piercing in a way he knows drives his husband insane. And true to form, Hongjoongg lets out the loudest moan, shivering in pleasure as he adds another finger.
"What a pretty little slut, my husband is", Seonghwa chides, letting go of his nipple to sit back and watch.
Hongjoong starts to beg for him, his hips stuttering in his desperation, "Please, Hwa, please. I'm ready."
Seonghwa, though, is having too much fun. He thumbs at his own dick, shivering in pleasure as he moves his feet to rest beside Hongjoong's waist as he turns to watch what Yunho is doing. The younger man has his eyes glued onto Hongjoong as he grabs the base of his dick tightly, tugging at his balls. He looks like he's close but hasn't yet begged to speed things up.
Hongjoong is still clenched around his fingers because Seonghwa hasn't bothered to reply. "What do you want, darling?"
"You," he whimpers, his eyes wide, "please, Hwa, I want you, I need you. Please, please," he blabbers shamelessly.
"You beg so prettily, my dear husband. Do you think he earned my dick, Yunho?"
He hears Yunho gasp as they both turn to look at him, his hands letting go of his dick to pinch his nipple. "No, he doesn't," he replies, making Seonghwa laugh as Hongjoong lets out a whimper.
"I'll be good, I'm so sorry," he pleads, gripping the desk with one hand as he continues to fuck himself.
Seonghwa hums, standing and leaning over to brace his hands beside Hongjoong's waist. "Look at you, begging for my dick like a pretty lil whore."
He bends to mouth at Hongjoong's nipple, playing with the barbell and biting down, hard. Hongjoong keens, fingers slipping out of his hole and into Seonghwa's hair, tugging. Seonghwa smirks, letting Hongjoong touch him this time.
Hongjoong unhooks Seonghwa's bra, and he shrugs it off, letting Hongjoong run his hands over his chest and thumb at his nipples. They've never been as sensitive as Hongjoong's, though. He hums, spreading Hongjoong's thighs apart, teasing his hole with a finger but not letting it enter. Hongjoong whimpers, hips rutting up in search of friction against his aching cock.
Seonghwa bites the fabric of his glove at his fingertip, yanking it off and reaching for the bottle, covering his dick in lube. He pulls Hongjoong closer, placing a hand on his neck as he lines up his length. He pushes in with a harsh thrust, burying his entire length in Hongjoong, the clench of his muscles sending a wave of ecstasy down his spine.
Hongjoong definitely wasn't prepped enough. He lets go of the desk to grab Seonghwa's garter belt, dragging him closer, wrapping his legs around his waist. He's whimpering incoherently, begging Seonghwa to move.
"Fuck, Hongjoong, look at you," Seonghwa curses, making Hongjoong groan as he starts pounding into him. He hears Yunho moan from behind him and smirks, leaning in to bite Hongjoong's ear.
"Look how turned on your dear Yunho is right now, watching you get fucked so prettily."
He presses soft kisses along Hongjoong's jaw, savouring his woody scent, the lavender undertones of his favourite fragrance. "Your hole is sucking me in like a greedy whore."
Seonghwa leans down again to play with Hongjoong's nipples, loving how the barbells feel in his mouth, cold and metallic against his tongue. He pushes Hongjoong backwards to lean over him as he shifts his angle, pushing in deeper, making him tremble in pleasure.
The younger man looked so ravishing that Seonghwa almost forgot what he was doing. His hair falls forward, over his shoulder, fanning around their faces, hiding them from Yunho's view. Hongjoong flinches away from the ticklish strands, but Seonghwa grabs his chin, forcing eye contact as he thrusts especially hard. Hongjoong's eyes tear up, face flushed.
Seonghwa slides a hand between Hongjoong's waist and the desk, lifting him slightly to hit the spot that makes Hongjoong scream.
"More", he moans. "More hwa, please," he tightens his legs around his waist, digging his heels into Seonghwa's lower back, pulling him deeper, head thrown back, exposing his slender neck.
Seonghwa's balls tighten, breathing heavily as he struggles not to cum.
"You beg so prettily," Seonghwa coos, bracing himself with a hand on Hongjoong's shoulder, and he starts thrusting at a brutal pace. The sensation of Hongjoong's hole clenching feels mind-numbingly good as he starts chasing his own climax.
He can see Hongjoong, too, is nearing his peak and is about to reach down to his dick when he hears Yunho call out.
"Hwa, please?"
Seonghwa lets out a laugh, turning to peer at him. Yunho looks absolutely wrecked, losing his shirt at some point as he slunk down the sofa. He has his balls in a tight grip, struggling not to cum.
The knowledge that its him and his husband that are the reason for Yunho's desperation makes a shiver run down his spine. He leans into Hongjoong, who reaches up to grab Seonghwa's hair, wrapping it around his hand in a fist, forcing Seonghwa to shift his attention back to him. He groans at the tug on his scalp, shuddering as he looks down at his husband's dazed expression.
Seonghwa's thighs burn with tension as he thrusts, as long and deep as possible, feeling the tug of the garter belt on his waist as Hongjoong uses it as leverage, almost clawing at him to pull him closer.
"Hwa, I'm gonna come," he gasps, begging in a way that he knows drives Seonghwa up the wall.
"Come for me, pretty. Let me hear you," he commands. "Both of you," he says pointedly, knowing Yunho heard him when he hears a loud gasp.
But he's unable to peel his eyes away from Hongjoong, his skin glittering with sweat, delicate features doused in pleasure, lips parted as he pants, in desperate chase of his climax.
Seonghwa reaches down and feels Hongjoong cum at the first pull on his length, keening in bliss, hands clawing at Seonghwa's waist when his cum paints his chest.
Seonghwa watches as a tear runs down his husband's cheek, and he can't help but lean down to seal their mouths in a bruising kiss, hips stuttering in their rhythm as he comes violently into Hongjoong's wet heat, stars swimming in his vision.
He feels Hongjoong's breath hitch, almost sounding like a sob as he nears overstimulation, but is unwilling to break away from the kiss, his hand still buried in Seonghwa's hair.
Seonghwa huffs, nibbling on his lips as they finally catch their breath. "How are you feeling, baby?"
"I love you", his husband whispers back. "I missed you."
"And whose fault is that?" he chides, peppering Hongjoong's face in kisses.
"Yunhos," he hums, tilting his face upwards as if begging for more.
Seonghwa feels a rush of affection; anger nowhere to be found.
"Bastard," Yunho scoffs. They lazily turn their heads over to him with his pants zipped up, head buried in his laptop again.
"Get out, Yunho", Seonghwa says, throwing the bottle of lube at him. "And I better not see or hear from you until Monday"
He hears Yunho laugh as he picks up his laptop and leaves the room swiftly.
He leans down to pick up Hongjoong, walking over to the newly vacated couch. He gently lays down his husband before crawling into his lab to rest his head in the crook of Hongjoong's neck.
He feels Hongjoong press a sweet kiss to his forehead. "You look hot as fuck in the lingerie," he whispers.
"Had to grab your attention somehow," he giggles.
He knows they should be cleaning up, but as he lies in his husband's embrace while he plays with Seonghwa's hair… he feels completely calm and at ease again for the first time all week.