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"They fought again?" Wooyoung whispered.
"Yeah," Yunho whispered back, concern was transparent in their faces.
Almost all of them were eating breakfast at the hotel in the dining hall, with some still asleep in their respective bedrooms, and those present wished they were lying in bed as well. But that didn't prevent the overwhelming tension in the air.
The eight-seat table was half empty, but what couldn't go unnoticed was the two extremely sulky figures at both ends, eating grumpily.
Wooyoung and Yunho feel that they are in the middle of a crossfire.
The clinking of saucers and cutlery on the plates was far from relaxing and soft, hanging in the air, contrasting with what was normally a chatty morning. Now silent and filled with stress.
"It's the third time only this month," Wooyoung mumbled to Yunho, who only gave him an apprehensive look.
Seonghwa and Hongjoong don't even glimpse at each other, with their eyes only focused on the food. If they wanted to look at something besides a piece of bread and cake, it would be the window, the tablecloth, or the other two boys. But never exchanging glances.
"Wooyoung, can you pass me the butter?" Seonghwa asks, and Wooyoung almost jumps from his chair at Seonghwa's first words in the morning, stiff as possible.
"S-Sure." The butter was coincidentally at Hongjoong's side, but the other didn't mind asking him. "Here, hyung."
"Yunho, can you pass me the sugar?" Hongjoong asks.
Before Yunho could even move a muscle, Seonghwa snapped. "Oh, now you know how to use words?"
"Seonghwa, please."
"No, it's okay. It's only with me that you don't know how to talk like a person within your mental faculties."
"Seonghwa, please. We've already talked about this, and what does that have to do with me asking for sugar? And not in front of the boys, please." Hongjoong sounded with a mix of tiredness, impatience, and pain.
"Sorry. I just wanted to make clear that their hyung doesn't know how to form a real felt sentence."
Of course, it was about this. Wooyoung and Yunho thought in unison like they had connected minds.
Hongjoong groaned, but didn't say anything else as Seonghwa quietly passed the butter on his bread slice.
The two boys felt they were breaking out in a cold sweat. It is terrible when their hyungs fight like that. Of course, it's awful to see their friends fighting, but Hongjoong and Seonghwa in their worst moods always means problem.
Hongjoong, their captain, their leader, shaken by a scenery like that, always means chaos. And not falling behind Seonghwa, who is always a pillar for everyone in the group. The combination of these two almost apocalyptic scenarios will be disorder, generalized stress, and probably more fights. Since everyone will be more tense from their usual routine, as stressful as it already is.
That can not happen, Wooyoung thinks. Especially with them on a tour with, thank goodness, shows only tomorrow. It has time for Hongjoong to try to get things better for his side.
"Excuse me." Seonghwa breaks Wooyoung's running thoughts as he gets off the table.
When he made sure he was far from them, Wooyoung finally managed to say. "What the fuck happened?"
Hongjoong groaned again against his palms that he passes through his face and hair.
"I'm a fucking idiot. We had a discussion yesterday." He sounds upset. "Seonghwa started talking that he didn't feel very much seem, like, that I'm bad at words and don't know how to express myself."
"Have you tried therapy?" Wooyoung asks, and Hongjoong decides to ignore the question.
"He is comprehensive every time, and he knows I love him. But he said sometimes he feels hurt, and I know he isn't wrong. Yet, I ended up getting myself all tangled up and saying things that I shouldn't."
"I-I fucked up. He is right to be mad at me."
"You'll have to make up to him," Yunho suggested, and Wooyoung hummed in agreement.
"How? I've done this so many times. I don't know if he'll feel that is genuine."
"I don't know, maybe buy a thing that he likes," Wooyoung said, and Yunho added. "Or get him to a restaurant with his favorite dish."
"No… I think you should do a more personal thing. Since you're more action than words."
"Maybe a romantic night? Cheesiest as possible. He'll find it lovely or hilarious, and that will break the ice." Yunho recommended. "No one will be angrier to champagne and rose petals."
"Maybe you're right," Hongjoong said after thinking for some time. "I should say something serious too."
"Obviously," Wooyoung added.
Thousands of possibilities ran through Hongjoong's mind, good to bad options. He knows Seonghwa enough to decide what should be a great or a terrible idea.
He always had problems expressing himself, especially towards Seonghwa. He always used his pen and paper to get his guts out most of the time, but in a relationship, that can't be the case.
Hongjoong knows he should be more thoughtful in a lot of aspects of their relationship, especially in making him seem loved. Not only by actions or hidden lines that only they really know, but in words as well. He absolutely agrees with Seonghwa about the reason for his frustration, and from the bottom of his heart, he is trying to improve.
Seonghwa is not particularly a cheesy person, but he will like it enough to not jump on his neck, and not in a sexy way.
"Thanks for the advices boys. If everything comes right, I owe you two." Hongjoong exclaimed as he quickly stood up from his chair and ran towards his room to plan for the night.
Wooyoung and Yunho heard him say good morning before Yeosang turned the corner and appeared in their sight.
"Good morning." Yeosang greeted them, his voice dripping with sleepiness, being greeted back by the other two men. "Why is Hongjoong so agitated this early?"
"He is probably going to buy some things for him and Seonghwa." Wooyoung answered. "Who is next door with Hongjoong?"
"I think it's San."
"Oh my god, poor him."
…
Seeing Hongjoong this early in the morning fueled his anger, and he fumed in distress as he got up from the table and returned to his room.
Seonghwa usually spends his nights at the hotels with Hongjoong, since they live in different dormitories and can't share more that domestic side of their relationship more frequently, even though the company always books eight separate rooms. And now, Seonghwa is making good use of his bedroom.
It's not empty, as he always puts his heavy luggage in his own room, and the smaller things, like quick changes and hygiene items, stay in Hongjoong's room. But the lack of his presence in the small details makes Seonghwa sad more furious.
He is always so comprehensive towards Hongjoong. Seonghwa deeply understands that everyone has their own way to express themselves, and he absolutely loves it when he shows his love in the most detailed things, yet God forbid for him to make some points for improvement.
How can he be fussing about when it's him who can't look him straight in the eyes for more than three seconds when the cameras are on? Or even touch him without making a scene, being too shy?
And now, he will probably avoid him for the entire day as he always does to evade more problems.
Seonghwa thinks, scouring his head furiously, as he washes his hair in anger.
He is in a terrible mood. Seonghwa thinks of enjoying his day off, being locked in his room doing absolutely nothing, seeing no one, and especially not seeing Hongjoong.
They planned to spend the day around the hotel, too tired to sightseeing. The place the company booked for them was great. It was big, quiet, and had a lot of activities. He and Hongjoong thought about going to the pool, the sauna, the gaming area, such as the volleyball court and all the things they could enjoy doing together. He guesses that went down the drain.
He ended up deciding to go to the pool after lunch.
Lie down on his double bed and stare at the wooden ceiling until at least midday didn't seem that good either. Seonghwa also didn't want to explain his bad mood to all other members and preoccupy or stress them out.
He jumps out of the mattress and has a quick change. First, he needed to get his things out of Hongjoong's room. Seonghwa probably isn't going to sleep there until their next stop, so he needed his basic items back without his presence.
Seonghwa tiptoed until he reached Hongjoong's suite and eavesdropped to see if he could hear anything from inside the bedroom. Unusually, the room seems too quiet. Even if he went back to sleep or was mourning about his actions, no matter how quiet it may be, it looks like it's empty.
With his extra key card, Seonghwa sneaks in utterly suspicious, just to find out the room is indeed empty.
Even his bed is undone. Normally, if he went out, at least his bed would be arranged. What made him leave in such a rush?
Seonghwa decides to not overthink on the spot and get his items quickly, before Hongjoong returns from whatever he was. It's not like he was moving out, but he needed his toothbrush.
On his way back to his proper suite, with his stuff in hand, Seonghwa is kind of confused about what Hongjoong was planning. With all the things being left behind so messily, it should be really urgent, right?
…
The sun went vividly through his windows when Seonghwa finished arranging and organizing his bags and items. Besides packing his things into a single room, he also needed to have everything ready for the rush that a concert day always brings, so when everything was done, he could change into a swimsuit and have his peaceful lunch.
Lunch time was quiet enough, since the other boys were doing their own schedules, sightseeing, and eating out. Hongjoong continued out of sigh.
Seonghwa didn't even put his headphones on. The pool was almost empty, and the sound of the breeze, the rustling of the leaves, and occasionally chirping made a calm and peaceful atmosphere that he needed in this moment.
He closed his eyes and felt the cold wind brushing past his wet skin after diving into the water. Perfect.
Nothing will disturb his peace of mind.
Or someone will.
The pool offered a view of part of the pathways in the common areas, which were connected to the hotel’s entrance and the path to the rooms.
From time to time, he heard a little commotion and really quick steps, almost running. The first few times, Seonghwa didn't pay attention and didn't even bother, thinking it was employees who were in a hurry to resolve an issue or something not much different from this. But when it became frequent, he was curious and confused.
Seonghwa waded through the water and reached the other border to catch a better view of what was happening.
He couldn't see much of what was going on. The only thing he caught was a familiar young masculine figure, whom he knows very well, really hectic and carrying… boxes? Seonghwa can't distinguish.
What is Hongjoong up to?
It didn't look like a last-minute group schedule, and he seems to be taking those packages in the direction of his room.
What the fuck is he doing?
…
"Done." Hongjoong sighed, dusting off his hands, looking at his artwork. "He is going to love it. Now I'll just wait for dinner, and after he goes up to his room, I'll call him and ask him to come." He said proudly to himself.
He hopes Seonghwa won't be angry enough anymore and follow the plan on his head.
Hongjoong went down to the common area, avoiding Seonghwa's prying eyes. Even in the early evening, the lights of all the spaces were already lit up.
Walking through the wooden paths, surrounded by perfectly trimmed shrubs and short trees, at a distance, there are some gathering spaces filled with loungers.
Hongjoong feels a shiver from the beginning of his spine to the last strand of hair, feeling someone clearly watching him.
Seonghwa.
He turns almost 360 degrees to try to spot the origin of the pair of eyes that followed him. He hears papers shuffling right at his left. When Hongjoong looked, he saw Seonghwa clumsily trying to hide himself behind a book to make it seem like he wasn't spying on him.
Hongjoong looked away and heard the paper rustle again, just to spin around and spot Seonghwa letting out a yelp when Hongjoong caught him hiding behind the pages again.
Are they really doing this?
Hongjoong swears he sees Seonghwa's shoulders shaking like when he tries to hold his laughter. At least he finds it funny. Good start, unintentionally.
…
At dinner, all eight of them decided to eat together. Seonghwa still avoids him and averts his eyes when they exchange glances. At least he is not acid with me, or trying to pick a fight with everything I say, Hongjoong thinks.
Yunho and Wooyoung also didn't bring up the morning fiasco. When he looks at them for too long, they awkwardly blink with one eye in the most non-discreet way possible. That does not go unnoticed by Seonghwa's eyes, which don't miss a thing. Hongjoong can only laugh stiffly as if nothing suspicious were happening, receiving an arched eyebrow look from him.
Apart from that, the dinner went as well as it could have done from all that chaotic day.
They all said goodbye and headed to their respective bedrooms. Hongjoong watched attentively as Seonghwa stood up and went towards the elevator.
He patiently waited.
The minutes went by while he checked his phone, waiting for the perfect amount of time to finally call him. As the digits changed on the screen, his palms sweated, feeling the urge to wipe his hands on the nearest cloth.
When Hongjoong felt he had waited enough, he turned a glance across his bedroom to see if everything was okay, and took his shot.
…
Seonghwa huffs in annoyance.
He went straight to his bed when he returned to his room, and now, he can only roll from one side to another on the mattress, trying to feel the brick of at least a yawn.
Nothing.
The coldness of the empty side of the sheet and the absence of another body emitting heat send shivers like an electric shock every time he brushes against Hongjoong's side of the bed. He holds his pillow, forcing his eyes tightly closed to try to grasp any sign of imminent drowsiness.
He gets stuck in this cycle: going to his right side —feeling uncomfortably cold, turning to his left side —checking the hours on his phone, and realizing very few minutes have passed. Seonghwa lost count of how many times he repeated this process, feeling less sleepy with every minute that counted down
Bright spots were appearing behind his eyelids from how hard he was closing his eyes, and the pillow he hugged was almost exploding its feathers out when he jumped at his cellphone buzzing.
It's an incoming call from Hongjoong.
"Hi." Seonghwa almost whispered.
"Hi." Hongjoong answers in a similar timid and nervous tone. "Did I wake you?"
Seonghwa hates how he misses him, even if it was for a short time.
"Not yet. Why are you calling at this hour?" Seonghwa already knows the answer.
"Can you come here? To my room. Please?"
"I'll think about it." Seonghwa can't suppress how his voice sounds when he smiles.
"I'll wait for when you finish thinking about it. Love you."
"Love you too." Seonghwa breathed out and went straight to his feet as soon as the calling ended.
He put on his silk robe and indoor sandals and, trying not to look anxious, went to the elevator.
Chills ran through his body, the cold air conditioner that keeps the elevator cool worsened his shivers and the slight tremors from his anticipation.
After what seemed like an eternity, the elevator reached the first floor. In record time in a few long steps, he reached Hongjoong's bedroom.
Suite 14.
Seonghwa takes a deep breath before sliding the key card on the door with his anxious hands.
But what awaited him behind that door astonished him.
As soon as he opened the door, a warmth ran through his body. Multiple candles lit up the room, creating a warm and intimate atmosphere. Seonghwa felt rose petals at his feet, scattered all across the bedroom in an exaggerated amount. The red path leads to the king-sized bed, also all over the mattress, in addition to a towel fold shaped like a pair of swans. But the cherry on top of this surreal situation was Hongjoong lying with his robe on and a rose caught between his lips, holding a glass of champagne.
From the moment Seonghwa opened the door until he saw Hongjoong, he wanted to laugh. But when he caught his eyes on his antic, he couldn't help but burst out laughing.
He laughs so loudly in the corridor that he fears he will wake up Hongjoong's door neighbors.
"What is this?" Seonghwa managed to say after he managed to catch his breath.
"Nophing bhut whath you deserve, my love," Hongjoong mumbled with the rose still in his mouth.
Seonghwa entered the suite still laughing lightly, with tears almost spilling from his eyes.
"This was what you've been planning the entire day?"
"Yes. I didn't think you would notice." Hongjoong said, without the rose, which he stood up from the bed and put behind Seonghwa's ear, and put the champagne glass away. Sliding his hands slowly till his hips and stayed there, gripping with affection.
"I always notice," Seonghwa says, squinting his eyes playfully, wrapping his arms around Hongjoong's neck. Smiling tenderly.
Hongjoong approached and initiated a kiss.
His lips went softly but deeply over Seonghwa's. It's always nearing a magical experience to touch Hongjoong's lips.
Seonghwa automatically melts every time he feels it against his own. The atmosphere that involves them just when they merely brush, makes him forget all surroundings.
He brushes and slightly nails Hongjoong's nape, making his skin prickle under his fingers. Sighting and deepening more the kiss, tightening his hold around Seonghwa's hips and waist.
It's passionate, slow, and full of feelings.
They lost count of time as they shared their feelings by touch and little gasping sounds. Only parting when Hongjoong breaks the contact and holds Seonghwa's cheek with his hand, brushing lightly.
"Beforehand, I want to tell you that I'm sorry. I didn't mean to go harsh on you. I'll try to improve every day for you, and you had all the reason to be upset with me." He looks him in the eyes and finishes landing a peck on his other cheek.
"It's okay. We were both stressed out, and we got each other on a bad day." Seonghwa says while brushing Hongjoong's hair out of his forehead. "I love you."
"I love you too."
They meet each other's mouths again, more harshly and eagerly this time. Wet sounds were louder, and little gasps increased to groans and moans spilling between the kisses.
Hongjoong firmed the grip on Seonghwa and started leading them somewhere, without breaking the contact. Disoriented by the kiss and closed eye, not wanting to end it, Seonghwa could only trust Hongjoong to not make them trip and fall.
He felt petals over his bare feet and held the urge to not laugh again in the middle of the kiss, as Hongjoong led them presumably to the bathroom.
Seonghwa felt a thump when his back bumped into the room's door, only then breaking the contact again.
The bathroom was also full of petals, some floating over the bathtub water, and also had some candles lit up. The laugh he held seconds ago overflowed again.
"Was all that really necessary?" Seonghwa lightly slaps Hongjoong's shoulder.
"To see you laugh like that? Always." Hongjoong says and lands a peck on his lips.
"Show off."
The hands that rested on Seonghwa wandered through his whole body. Hongjoong pressed his chest onto his back and started to spread kisses along the back os his neck while untied his robe.
Seonghwa leaned toward the touch and let it be stripped.
The silk robe fell on the ground, and without wasting any time, Hongjoong's quick hands already moved to the bottom of his pajamas.
As more skin was exposed to the warm and slow handles, the more he leaned against it and let Hongjoong manhandle him. He didn't even notice when Hongjoong played with his trousers and slid until they reached the ground, being entirely exposed.
He has no shame with it. Seonghwa loves being intimate with his boyfriend and shares those moments, just feeling it in every sense.
When he came out of his trance, he turned back to help Hongjoong strip, but he looked eager and was almost naked as well. He couldn't help but notice Hongjoong's dick already starting to throb in attention. Seonghwa isn't any better.
The warm water from the tub almost overflowed, spilling some water and petals, sinking into the confined space. A sweet and citric scent entered through his nostrils, which made him remember how Hongjoong is attentive to the minor details.
Seonghwa felt Hongjoong's warm chest pressed against him again, pulling him closer and resting his head on his shoulders.
"If I'm going to receive this treatment every time we discuss, I'll consider picking up fights with you more."
"Don't ever say that again." Hongjoong pouted, which made Seonghwa giggle.
"I'm just messing with you. I absolutely hate it when we are on bad terms."
Hongjoong just hums in response, still pouting.
The water stirs from behind him, and Seonghwa could feel Hongjoong's hands on him again. They begin to roam on his lower back to his hips and waist, applying pressure, starting to tease back and forth from his ribs to closer and lower on his cock, throbbing in interest.
Hongjoong returned with his mouth onto Seonghwa's neck, as if it was never meant to be separated, cross-wiring sensations with the nonstop strokes all across his body.
Seonghwa let a low moan when Hongjoong's hands went to his chest. Massaging his pecs for a while before going to his nipples, getting another moan from him.
He slowly traced around his areolas, teasing without touching properly, sighing when he finally managed the hard nubs.
Seonghwa melts onto Hongjoong's chest, feeling that if he tried hard enough, they would merge. The warm water, the sweet and citric aroma, and Hongjoong's experienced hands that know the right places across his body, make the perfect combination for Seonghwa's complete body relaxation.
When his nipples started to feel sensitive enough, Hongjoong pressed a kiss on his temple and explored his body again.
Applying the right pressure at the right spots started to make Seonghwa impatient, whining whenever Hongjoong's hands passed nearest his dick but paying no attention to it.
Between his whines, Hongjoong catches his lips onto him again, suppressing any sound that slips through their kiss. Muffling a surprised moan when he finally grabbed Seonghwa's cock in his hand.
Beautiful and loud moans were sung right down Hongjoong's ear as Seonghwa broke the kiss and leaned his head between his neck while he gave slow but firm strokes on him.
At the time Hongjoong quickened his pace, Seonghwa gripped the edge of the bathtub to hold himself, as he didn't know where to put his hands, slowly feeling the knot tighten in his lower abdomen, getting closer and closer to his release. He doesn't even feel ashamed for feeling aroused so quickly, not when Hongjoong knows how to please him best.
"You look so beautiful like that," Hongjoong whispered in Seonghwa's ear. "I never get tired of watching you."
"I'm close," Seonghwa said between gasps.
And after a few strokes, Hongjoong abruptly stops.
Seonghwa didn't even have time to complain as he yelped when Hongjoong got him by the waist and placed him sitting down at the edge of the tub, supporting his back against the wall, with the bellow calves still underwater.
"What are you trying- ah," He didn't get to finish as Hongjoong got in the middle of his tights and brushed his lips against Seonghwa's cock.
Hongjoong went back with the teasing. The strikes he made with his tongue underneath the base, from the balls to the leaking tip, made Seonghwa crazy. He presses kisses on the entire skin, offering special attention to the head, giving kittenish licks and light sucking.
"Hongjoong, please," Seonghwa whined when Hongjoong meanly sucked the tip a little harder, and he couldn't help but thrust his hips, trying to make the other give him some real contact.
Seonghwa almost saw stars when he finally engulfed the entire shaft in one go, feeling his leg wanting to kick as he felt his hot mouth as Hongjoong started to vigorously bob his head, eager to give him the orgasm he had denied him some minutes ago.
The filth sounds filled the entire bathroom. Wet sounds coming from his dick were a mixture of the water, his leaking cock, and spit. Seonghwa's ears burned with the quietness of the room so late in the night, with the only sounds that were echoing being from Hongjoong eagerly working down on him and his breathy moans. But Seonghwa couldn't care less as he received so much pleasure, feeling his pre orgasm sensations almost already boiling over.
His skin prickled, his ears rang, and his fingers curled.
Seonghwa could only grab Hongjoong's hair as he braced himself for his orgasm yet to come, thrusting his hips up onto his mouth, trying to finally cum.
"I'm coming. Oh- Hongjoong, please."
Hongjoong only hummed, sending vibrations all along his dick, seeming to be the final straw as Seonghwa came, hard, arching his back with a soundless moan. Riding down the sensations, and squirming, trying to detach the touch when it became too much.
Still trying to catch his breath, he feels Hongjoong's puffy lips spread kisses along his entire upper thigh. Waiting for him to recover from the high sensations, as they always are.
Seonghwa slowly sank back into the tub with his weakened legs. Before, the warm water relaxed and brought calmness, but now he feels dripping in sweat, and his entire body is extremely hot.
Trying to get Hongjoong out of this too warm room, he jumps on him, finding his lips again. Feeling his own taste as they explore each other's tongues.
Not wasting any time, his hands went right at Hongjoong's bulge that was hard and throbbing underwater when it finally received some stimulation, hearing him groan and gasp in the middle of the kiss.
He gripped the back of Seonghwa's neck, bracing himself as he put a sloppy but steady rhythm stroking his dick.
"Let's get out of here," Hongjoong gasped between Seonghwa's strokes, visibly aroused and bothered by the heat as well, dripping sweat.
Seonghwa detached his hand and departed from him, standing up out of the tub. Shivering a little when a thermal shock ran through his body due to his skin being exposed to the ambient temperature.
"Hongjoong, we are soaked! We'll drip water on the whole floor ." Seonghwa says, giggling, when he grabbed him by the waist and didn't let him dry himself with the towel.
Hongjoong maneuvered him by his hips until they collided onto the bed. Feeling rose petals sticking to their wet bodies, from under his feet to his torso, where they landed between the roses scattered on the mattress. It almost feels ticklish.
"This is almost too romantic," Seonghwa says while they settle on the bed. "Being fucked in a pile of roses. And they say romanticism is dead."
"I'm a true gentleman," Hongjoong says as he gets himself between Seonghwa's inviting open legs.
"Of course you are."
Hongjoong arches one of his eyebrows in defiance, and Seonghwa responds with a naughty smirk.
Hongjoong took the opportunity to lean forward and tease his nipples again. It's more sensitive than before after the touching and an orgasm, reducing Seonghwa to whines and squirms under his ministrations.
He licks and suck one on his mouth while flicking and tugging the other in his hand. When Seonghwa whimpers too much, he switches positions and starts the process all over again, getting new high-pitched moans and whines.
After losing count of how much time had passed under his touch, Seonghwa started to hump his hips on Hongjoong's bare thighs, hoping to get the attention he needs on the right place. Which is filling up again.
Seonghwa whines as the other's firm hands grab his hips in place, but finally detaching from his swollen and abused nipples.
Hongjoong lands a peck on his pouting lips as he sticks his arm underneath the pillow beside Seonghwa's head to grab the lube bottle, where he strategically hid to optimize time and also not leave Seonghwa waiting for him more than necessary.
Seonghwa's hips jerk as he feels a cold liquid being poured on his hardening dick, crying out when Hongjoong slicks the still sensitive length. Getting wet sounds as he strokes in a sloppy handjob.
Using his lubed hand when he thought he was being too mean, Hongjoong slid until it reached Seonghwa's rim, circling it, but not adding enough pressure.
When he felt that Seonghwa pouted enough, he poured more lube on his fingers and started to slowly push one digit into his hole.
Seonghwa sighed, feeling the drag of Hongjoong's finger on his walls, not lasting much as he felt another digit sliding in.
He is used to having his fingers on his ass, but every time is just as good as the last one. Hongjoong's skilled fingers open him up, scissoring and pushing his inner walls the best way he could always receive.
It's when he twists his palms up and curves his fingers, pushing onto the right spot, that Seonghwa does sees stars. Letting a long moan that soon turned into squeaky gasps, as Hongjoong prods his prostate nonstop.
It's too much at the same time it's not enough, wanting to get away while wanting to push against the touch.
Every time Hongjoong aims to pleasure Seonghwa, he doesn't know what to do with himself. He grabs the sheets until his knuckles are white, gasping, moaning, and eyes losing focus as the sensations get too much.
Hongjoong always loves the way he makes Seonghwa's rib up and down when he tries to get the air that quickly escapes through his lungs. Loves watching him struggle with the pleasure he gives him, and he can do nothing but take it, and also loves the look he always has in his eyes. Looking at him with dazed and bright pupils.
"Hongjoong," Seonghwa pleads, breaking Hongjoong's running thoughts, already three fingers in.
Hongjoong gets lost again as he slides his fingers off him, watching his hole throb and twitch without anything inside.
It's such a beautiful scene.
He always got mesmerized by how handsome Seonghwa is. Beautiful even.
He leaned and pressed kisses on his mouth, cheeks, jaw, and neck. Lowering to the elbows and back, while gently grabbing his waist and turning his body, helping Seonghwa to raise his hips and stay with his torso lowered on the mattress, back towards him.
Seonghwa arched his back, wiggling his hips, and looked over the shoulders. A silent plea for Hongjoong to hurry up.
He doesn't need to do all that.
Hongjoong grabbed the lube he had tossed somewhere on the bed and poured it on his dick. The filth sounds and his groans, made Seonghwa's ears tingle and eager to feel full. Watching attentively, locking his gaze with Hongjoong and not daring to break the contact, teasingly arching his back— that he knows makes Hongjoong crazy— while he jerked his dick, not daring to look away either.
Finally, Hongjoong's hands gripped his hips and he felt the initial burn in his hole.
After the head pops inside him, Seonghwa lets a long groan and supports his forehead on his arms. Feeling inch per inch enter him, being full when Hongjoong eventually bottoms out, gripping his hips so tightly that it will probably leave marks later.
Hongjoong rests his forehead on Seonghwa's back, as both of them try to regain their breath. After a few minutes that seemed like hours for Hongjoong, once not going insane from his tight fit, Seonghwa circled his hips in a quiet sign to tell him that he could continue.
He slowly pulled back until only its head was still inside of him, and slammed back onto Seonghwa's hole.
Seonghwa let a soundless moan at the sudden hard thrust he was not expecting.
Hongjoong sets a rough and deep pace. Pushing only until the head remains inside, and ramming into him, repeating the process, again and again. Till Seonghwa was reduced to a series of broken moans.
"Oh my- God, Hongjoong- oh!" Seonghwa managed to say between thrusts when Hongjoong perfectly aimed his prostate.
He relentlessly and successfully hit his swollen and sensitive bundle of nerves every time, dead on.
Seonghwa gripped the sheets at the verge of ripping them, extremely lost in the bordering overstimulating pleasure he was receiving.
At every thrust, his moans were turning desperate. Crying out at the nonstop assault over and over on his prostate.
"Oh! Hongjoong, please." The overwhelming sensations on him started to get too much. His vulnerable spots were tender due to Hongjoong's teasing. His sensitive nipples brushed against the sheets, sparking tingly rushes all across his chest. The forgotten dick bobs dripping over the mattress, making a mess. And the need for release is getting closer and closer.
Seonghwa tries to arch his back in order to shy away from the nonstop onslaught sensations.
"No, none of that," Hongjoong twists Seonghwa by his hips, manhandling him onto his back.
Seonghwa yelps as he is put facing him. Hongjoong grabs his leg, placing it over his shoulder, pushing his cock on his entrance again, making Seonghwa gasp.
"This way I can show how much I love you," Hongjoong said, breathless, as he regained his unforgiving pace, and Seonghwa thinks he is even deeper in this position.
"By killing me?"
He arches his back and cries out as this new arrangement leaves him nowhere to go. Every time he tries to push himself higher on the mattress, he ends up slipping on the luxury sheets. Returning to Hongjoong's bruising grip.
His hard rock dick aches to be touched, but Seonghwa fears it will be too much if he slides his hands and finally puts some attention on him.
But nothing passes unnoticed by Hongjoong's prying eyes. He could perfectly watch how Seonghwa's dick throbbed and leaked over his abdomen. He had a privileged view of his entire responsive body.
Seonghwa squeaks when Hongjoong grabs the base, still thrusting harshly onto his ass.
"Fuck!"
Seonghwa tries to grab his wrist, but it's not enough. Hongjoong continued to firmly stroke his cock even with his complaints.
"I'm gonna come Hongjoong, ah!" It was just a matter of time for Seonghwa to finally reach his second orgasm of the night
"I love you so much. I love you," Hongjoong said between the kisses he landed on the calf resting on his shoulder.
Seonghwa's legs started to tremble like a leaf in the wind, his skin prickled, his eyes started to water, and Hongjoong quickened his pace on Seonghwa's cock, putting special attention on the head.
Seonghwa's cries turned more desperate with every second.
"I'm going to come," Seonghwa warns before he finally came, letting out a strangled moan when he spurted white ropes of cum all over his abdomen, and some even landed on his chin, from how hard he had climaxed.
Hongjoong slowed down, almost at a stop, helping Seonghwa ride the waves of pleasure as his entire body still shuddered and twitched.
"Seonghwa, can you hang on for a little while for me?" Hongjoong asked, resting his forehead on his, circling his hips, getting soft whines from him.
He opened his eyes that he didn't even notice closing it, blinking slowly, looking right into Hongjoong's soft eyes.
"Yes." He answered, landing a peck on Hongjoong's forehead.
"Yeah? Can you do this for me?" Hongjoong slowly increased the pace of his hips again, seeking his own orgasm.
"Y- yeah."
They crashed into each other's mouths for the nth time this night, drinking every sound that dared to spill between their lips.
This time, he sets a quick and sloppy rhythm of thrusts. Moaning and whining against Seonghwa's mouth, until he breaks the contact. Resting his head on his shoulders, letting sounds freely.
Seonghwa could only whimper in overstimulation as he bears Hongjoong's unsynchronized shoves, with already signs of his imminent orgasm.
With just a few more hard and deep thrusts, Hongjoong came inside of Seonghwa. Riding the wave with some weak jolts os his hips, not wasting a drop in him.
They like this for some minutes, catching their breath.
It takes a while for Hongjoong to pull his dick out of Seonghwa, slowly pushing his oversensitive walls, flushing red when he feels the rush of Hongjoong's cum spill out of him. Gaping around nothing, under the intense gaze of his eyes. It doesn't even look like he does this all the time.
Hongjoong falls beside Seonghwa on the bed. Automatically wrapping his arms around his torso and nuzzling into Seonghwa's neck, like it's his default settings.
"I'm sticky, Hongjoong. Let me bathe first," Seonghwa said while he lightly shoves Hongjoong out of him. "I've had enough of those petals sticking to me."
"Let me join you," Hongjoong says, jumping out of the bed.
"I'm taking a real bath."
"It's okay, I'll help you wash your hair."
"Hongjoong," Seonghwa warns him.
"I'm serious," He giggles, and Seonghwa pretends to pout in anger, and Hongjoong shushes him with a soft press on his lips.
…
"Good morning, San," Wooyoung greets without looking at him.
When San makes it to the chair at his side on the breakfast table, Wooyoung can look properly at him, and he gets a jumpscare. "Oh my god, San. What happened to you?"
He is visibly exhausted. Dark purple circles around his eyes were deep, a clear look of someone who didn't sleep a single minute last night.
"What happened to me? What happened to your captain?" San retorted. "Please, never make those two get into a fight ever again."
Wooyoung had to hold onto every strength he had in his body to not burst into laughing at San's face.
"Oh, that's terrible," He was being sincere, but he couldn't hold back some laughs that slipped between the words. Yet, San was so tired he didn't even notice Wooyoung's face red as a tomato as he tried to hold his breath.
After a short while, Yunho gathered them beside Wooyoung at his empty other side.
Nothing more was brought up at the table as they ate, and the other members arrived for breakfast.
Not until they arrived and greeted everyone.
San didn't even look at their faces, focused on sweetening his orange juice.
The three of them accompanied Hongjoong with their eyes until he reached the space between Wooyoung and Yunho, arching San's eyebrow in confusion.
"Thank you so much, both of you. If it wasn't for your suggestions yesterday, I would have been so fucked up. Thank you," Hongjoong bent down and said as quietly as possible, but it reached San's ears, for Wooyoung and Yunho's fear.
After Hongjoong went to do whatever Wooyoung didn't want to know at Seonghwa's side, both of them turned their heads towards San, grimacing.
"Did you guys know I was at the suite beside him?"