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Seonghwa has had enough. In the four years Hongjoong has been his roommate, Seonghwa has been the one to cook, clean, and take care of all the bills. Sure, Hongjoong’s job as a producer provides the money, but that’s all he provides.
When Seonghwa first put out the ad for needing a roommate, he was excited. He was instantly met with a reply from someone who was willing to pay 100% of the bills just to live closer to his studio. It was like a dream come true.
Meeting the man in person was like stepping into a fairytale. Seonghwa noticed how shy he was as he greeted him with an awkward bow and small smile. The man was shorter than Seonghwa, but once he opened up more, his personality made him bigger than life. Seonghwa would be lying if he said he didn’t develop a little crush on the man.
For the first few months, Hongjoong was always around. He’d work from home most days, locking himself in his room. Seonghwa would always be sure to sneak in and give him meals throughout the day to ensure he didn’t waste away. Life was good for those months.
Then, Hongjoong managed to become the main producer for an upcoming idol group. Seonghwa was ecstatic for him, but he didn’t realize just how much it entailed. Hongjoong now spends most of his time at the studio, choosing to sleep there rather than coming home. There are brief times when Hongjoong has a break. Seonghwa holds on to those moments like a lifeline.
It’s been months since Seonghwa has seen Hongjoong at home for more than a few hours, and he is on the verge of breaking down. He misses him. The apartment feels empty when he’s gone.
Seonghwa decides to do something he’s never had the guts to do before— He’s going to visit him at work. Seonghwa heats some leftover japchae and puts the container in a thermal lunch bag to keep it warm. He dresses in some flared jeans that hug his hips perfectly and a grey tank top. After pulling on some chunky heeled boots and a leather jacket, he heads out.
Once he arrives at the building, Seonghwa begins to doubt his decision. He’s never actually seen how large the building is, and he feels much too small for the calibre of people working here. He walks up to the receptionist with a smile.
“Hello. I’m here for Kim Hongjoong. My name is Park Seonghwa.”
The name seems to register in the young woman’s brain, her fake smile trying to cover a scowl. “You must be the roommate.” Her high pitch does nothing to hide her bitter tone. “Let me just call and see if it’s okay.”
Seonghwa raises a brow. She knows they live together, but still feels a need to check in? They wait for a few moments as the call goes to voicemail. She plants a dramatic frown on her face, making Seonghwa fight the urge to roll his eyes.
“Looks like he’s not in the studio right now. You can just leave it here, and I’ll give it to him when he gets back.”
She holds out her hands, but Seognhwa pulls the bag closer to his body. At that moment, a familiar face exits the elevator. “Hwa! What are you doing here?”
Mingi is the only other producer Seonghwa has met from the company. Apparently him and Hongjoong have been making music since high school, so they joined the company together. Mingi wraps him in a bear hug, making Seonghwa squeak. “Hi Mingi. I just brought Joong lunch today, but apparently he’s not in the studio.”
Ming jolts back and looks between him and the receptionist with an attitude. “I was just with him in there like twenty minutes ago. I guess he might have stepped out for a bit, but he should be there. Do you know where his studio is?”
Seonghwa shakes his head, “No. This is actually my first time here.”
Mingi looks at him questioningly. “That’s surprising. Well, it’s on the eighth floor. Just walk down the hall until you see the big ‘NO1’ on the door. It’s hard to miss.”
Seonghwa nods and thanks him, giving the scowling receptionist a cocky wave before following his instructions. The walls of the elevator trap him in his own nervousness. What if Honjoong really isn’t there? What if he’s mad he’s there?
The doors open, and Seonghwa caustiously makes his way down the hall. He passes the doors of other producers before stopping at the large, familiar tag. He takes a deep breath, preparing to potentially humiliate himself and start looking for a new apartment.
He raises an arm and softly knocks. He waits for a moment for any kind of response, but is met with nothing. He must have actually stepped out. Since the coast is clear, Seonghwa turns the handle and opens the door. He nearly jumps out of his skin as he sees the back of Hongjoong’s head covered with thick headphones. He is about to make himself known when a sound cuts through the air.
“Oh fuck…”
Seonghwa freezes in his tracks. It’s then that he notices the slick sounds and the slight shaking in Hongjoong’s form. Seonghwa shouldn’t be there. He should leave, but he can’t move.
He stays silent, watching like he’s in a trance. Hongjoong’s breathing is loud and shaky. The slick sounds speed up as his hand strokes faster.
“Shit… Fuck me Hwa…”
Seonghwa feels his own dick start to stiffen in his pants. He’s jerking off… to me? Seonghwa starts to panic, realizing that the door is still open. No one can hear this. He quickly slams the door shut, the force causing the hanging records to shake.
Hongjoong jumps in his seat, flinging his headphones off and pulling his chair toward the desk to hide his lower body. He places his hands on his open laptop as if he were working the whole time. “Did- uh, did you forget something, Ming?” The unstable breathing gives him away.
Seonghwa tries to control himself, but manages to sound breathier than normal. “Joong…”
“Hwa?” Hongjoong startles. He is about to turn in his chair before he remembers what he is attempting to hide. “What are you doing here?”
“I- uh…” Seonghwa steps closer and sets the food on the desk. “I brought you some lunch. It’s hard to make sure you’re eating when you’re gone all the time.”
Seonghwa tries so hard not to look down, but he can’t help himself. There’s nothing to see underneath the cover of the desk, but what does catch his eye is the open phone sitting on top. In his haste to cover himself, Hongjoong must have forgotten to lock his phone.
Playing on the phone connected to Hongjoong’s headphones is a video. It’s not porn as he’d expect. No… Seonghwa is watching a video of himself jerking off in his bedroom. The camera seems to be positioned somewhere on his desk.
Hongjoong hid a camera in his bedroom.
“Joong…” Seonghwa whispers, eyes not leaving the phone screen. Hongjoong follows his line of sight and realizes his mistake too late. He doesn’t know what to do. He never expected that Seonghwa would show up here and certainly never thought he would find out this. They both sit in silence as the video continues to play.
“Where is it?” Seonghwa quietly asks.
Hongjoong feels his stomach drop. “It’s in your Lego orchids.”
Seonghwa finally looks at him for the first time, taking in the flush on his cheeks and tears building in his eyes. “The one you built for me instead of letting me?”
Honjoong nods, trying not to let the tears fall. “I’m so sorry, Hwa. I- I’ll start looking for somewhere else to live. I’m so sorry.”
Seonghwa looks back at the video. Any normal person would be disgusted by this. They would feel like their privacy has been severely invaded. As Seonghwa watches himself jerking off in the early morning light, he feels his cock stirring in the confines of his jeans.
Seonghwa picks up the stranded headphones and gently places them back on Hongjoong’s ear. Wide, glistening eyes look up at him in confusion. Seonghwa pushes the chair back enough to reveal Hongjoong’s softened dick resting on his exposed hip from pulling the front of the waistband down and tucking it under his balls.
“Hwa… what are you doing?” Hongjoong asks, trying to ignore the sweet moans blasting through his headphones.
Seonghwa pulls his jacket off and tosses it on the floor. His jaw is tight as he pulls Hongjoong to his feet and positions himself in the chair. “Watch me, Hongjoong,” Seonghwa instructs.
Hongjoong tries to turn around to face him, but Seongha grips his hips to keep him facing the desk. “Not like that, Joong. Watch the phone.”
Hongjoong trembles in his hands. He tilts his head down to watch the video and feels his cock already betraying him. He doesn’t want to get hard right now. Not like this. Seonghwa’s moans surround his ears, only for him to hear.
Seonghwa watches on as Hongjoong obeys. He sits back in the chair and slowly pulls on Hongjoong’s sweats until his ass is exposed. Seonghwa feels Hongjoong tense, so he gently rubs the soft globes to try to ease him. He stands to his feet and leans over Hongjoong’s small frame to push one ear muff aside and whisper in his ear.
“Do you like filming me, Joongie? Does it turn you on to know that I had no clue you were watching?”
Hongjoong tries to bite back a whine, but it’s no use. “I’m sorry, Seonghwa. I’m really sorry.” His body continues to shake as the tears finally begin to fall.
“I bet it makes you so hard being a little creep, doesn’t it, Joongie?”
Hongjoong wants to deny it, but the way his cock bobs between his thighs as it fills out completely gives him away anyway. He is about to answer when a palm lands on his ass, sending his body forward with a moan. He catches his body on the desk, now bent over and exposed.
“Hwa…”
Seonghwa rubs at the reddening skin of Hongjoong’s ass before pulling his hand back and landing another slap to the same spot. Hongjoong moans beautifully, and Seonghwa knows his own cock is fully hard in his jeans. “Say it, Joong. Tell me you’re a creep.”
“Hwa, please… I’m sorry…”: Hongjoong pleads, tears streaming down his cheeks. Another slap lands on his ass, making a line of pre cum fall onto the desk below.
“Say it.”
Seonghwa’s voice is deeper than Hongjoong has ever heard it. It sends a shiver down his spine. Hongjoong catches his breath, trying to ignore the stinging in his ass. “I… I’m a creep.”
“That’s right, Joongie,” Seonghwa whispers in one ear, the slick sounds of the video playing in his other ear. “You’re just a filthy creep who prefers to watch from afar instead of trying to get the real thing.”
The sound of the chair rolling is loud in the quiet room. Seonghwa sits back down and grabs the red cheeks in front of him. He spreads them apart to reveal his perfectly pink hole. “Keep your face on the video,” Seonghwa instructs, spitting on his hole. “I don’t want to see you looking back here.”
Seonghwa doesn’t wait for a response, burying his face between the plump cheeks of his ass. He licks a long stripe along his crack, making Hongjoong moan through the tears. Seonghwa prods his tongue past the tight ring, the long muscle licking against his walls.
Hongjoong is a mess. He wants to turn around so badly. He wants to see Seonghwa take him apart, but he focuses all his attention on the video. His cock is leaking on the hardwood, begging for attention. Hongjoong is thankful for the soundproof studio when Seonghwa presses a finger against his rim and pushes in with ease.
“Fuck Hwa…”
With already being loosened from his tongue, Seonghwa pushes another finger in and pounds them furiously into his hole. While running his tongue around his rim, Seonghwa curls his fingers ever so slightly, making Hongjoong’s knees buckle.
“Right there, Hwa… please… I- I need more,” Hongjoong moans into the studio.
Seonghwa suddenly has an idea. He withdraws his fingers and stands, making Hongjoong whine. He pushes the headphones off, letting them clatter to the floor without a care. Seonghwa grabs Hongjoong’s full hips and presses his clothed erection against his ass. “I want you to record this, Joong. Use all of this fancy equipment to record the beautiful sounds you make as I fuck you.”
The thought makes Hongjoong moan and press his hips back against Seonghwa. “I- I can’t, Seonghwa. It’s company equipment. I don’t… I don’t trust it.”
The irony isn’t lost on Seonghwa. He presses his fingers back into his still-wet hole, instantly pounding against his prostate. “I trusted you, Hongjoong,” Seonghwa groans against his ear. “And you still decided to secretly record me.”
Honjoong feels fresh tears fall and shakes his head. “I’m sorry, Seonghwa. I c-can’t. I don’t want anyone else to hear this. I- I don’t want them to hear you. I can’t…”
Seonghwa understands where he is coming from, but he doesn’t really care. “You can and you will.” He pulls his fingers free and unbuttons his pants. Hongjoong whines as he hears the telltale sound of a zipper. Seonghwa pulls his stiff erection from his boxers and rubs it along the crack of Hongjoong’s ass.
“If you want me to fuck you… You will use those pretty little hands to press those buttons and record us.”
Hongjoong arches his back against Seonghwa’s cock and nods his head. “Okay. I- I’ll do it.” He fumbles over the buttons on the console, giving it a few tweaks before pulling the small microphone closer and hitting record. The lines on his laptop rise and fall with every breath, an indicator that they are indeed being recorded.
“Good boy, Joongie,” Seonghwa whispers in his ear, making Hongjoong shiver. He reaches around Hongjoong and cups his hand under his mouth. “I need you to spit, or this is going to hurt.”
Hongjoong shakes his head with a whine. “I have lube, Hwa.”
Seonghwa runs his nose along his neck, feeling Hongjoong’s pulse drumming against the skin. “But filthy boys don’t deserve lube. Spit.”
Hongjoong gathers as much spit as he can in his mouth and tilts his head over to let the glob fall into the waiting hand. Seonghwa places a small kiss under his ear in thanks and uses the spit to slicken his cock, giving himself a few strokes as he watches Hongjoong bend completely over the desk.
“Such an eager boy,” Seonghwa groans as he lines up with his spit-covered hole. “I need you to breathe for me, Joong.” Hongjoong takes a deep breath in, and when he exhales, Seonghwa pushes his hips forward.
“Oh fuck!” Hongjoong screams against the studio walls.
Seonghwa pushes all the way in, bottoming out in a matter of seconds. Hongjoong whimpers below him, a mix of pleasure and pain as he adjusts to the intrusion. Seonghwa is big. Much bigger than anyone else he has ever had inside him.
Hongjoong tries to turn into the face that is buried in his neck, but hands grip into his hair and push his face down. “Don’t you dare. You don’t deserve to watch me now,” Seonghwa growls, pulling his hips back and sharply thrusting back in.
Hongjoong feels the breath get knocked out of his body. “I’m sorry, Hwa. I’m so sorry.” He pleads, a moan escaping as Seonghwa starts to set a brutal pace.
Seonghwa watches in amazement at the little lines on the laptop peaking with every impact of his hips against Hongjoong’s ass. Every moan of his is picked up, layering perfectly with Hongjoong’s whines below him.
Seonghwa’s jeans chafe against Hongjoong’s skin, making his ass even redder than it was after the spanks. Seonghwa looks down at where their bodies connect, marveling at the way Hongjoong’s hole sucks him in every time.
“Such a greedy boy,” Seonghw breathlessly moans, enjoying how the tight rim contracts even tighter at the words. “But such a coward. You had to set up a camera because you were too much of a coward to come to me yourself.”
Hongjoong whines below him, his cock twitching painfully at the degrading words. “I’m sorry… fuck… I’m a coward.”
Seonghwa groans and buries his face back into his neck, biting down hard. Hongjoong tenses with a scream and starts to violently shake.
“Oh fuck! Hwa… I’m- I’m cumming… oh shit, I… ugh!”
Seonghwa grunts into his neck, still latched onto the skin as he cums inside him, feeling his walls contract and pull every drop out of him. They stay like that, breathing loudly as they come down from their highs. Seonghwa pulls out slowly, watching his cum fall out of the loose hole and dripping down his balls.
Seonghwa drops to his knees and begins desperately mouthing at his used hole, using his tongue to clean up his own mess. Hongjoong whimpers from overstimulation, moaning nonsense as Seonghwa licks him clean.
Once Seonghwa has deemed him clean enough, he pulls Hongjoong’s sweats back over his ass. Seonghwa then tucks himself back into his jeans and sits on the chair. They both sit in silence, Hongjoong still bent over the desk until his shoulders start trembling and sniffles echo against the walls.
Seonghwa feels his heart drop and pulls the man back to sit sideways in his lap. Hongjoong tries to fight out of it, but Seonghwa wraps his arms tight around him and forces him to look at him. Hongjoong’s cheeks are bright red with tear stains all along them. His normally bright eyes are filled with dread as his bottom lip quivers.
“I-I’m sorry, Seonghwa. I understand if you h-hate me. I hate myself so much right now,” Hongjoongs fight to say through the tears.
Seonghwa raises a hand to wipe away the tears. “I don’t hate you, Joongie. I could never hate you.” Hongjoong’s eyes go wider, unbelieving of what he is hearing. “I was definitely shocked,” Seonghwa admits softly. “Why did you set up a camera?”
Hongjoong tries to lean away from his touch, but Seonghwa keeps his flush against him. “I didn’t mean to have it for that,” Hongjoong shyly explains. “I have cameras in every room just to make sure you’re okay when I’m gone.”
Seonghwa’s heart beats loudly against his chest, and he is sure Hongjoong can feel it. Hongjoong takes a deep breath and sinks into Seonghwa’s arms. “I didn’t have one in your room at first… but you started spending more time in there while I was away, so I got worried. I didn’t want to invade your privacy, but… I wanted to make sure you were safe.”
He buries his face further into Seonghwa, hiding his face against his neck as Seonghwa rubs his back. “I didn’t mean to be a creep, Hwa. I promise. I just checked in one day, and you were… I couldn’t stop watching. I know I’m a terrible person.”
Seonghwa hears a sniffle in his neck and pulls Hongjoong even tighter against him. “You’re not a terrible person, baby. I just wish you would have told me. Maybe we could have been doing this a long time ago,” Seonghwa teases.
Hongjoong wetly chuckles and looks up to meet his eyes. “I… I love you, Seonghwa. I love you so much, and I’m so sorry.”
Seonghwa cups his face and leans forward to press their foreheads together. “Joongie, I’ve loved you since the day I met you,” he whispers before capturing Hongjoong’s lips in a kiss. The kiss isn’t rushed. There’s no heat behind it. Only two people trying to convey how much they love each other.
They separate with smiles on their faces until Seonghwa looks at the desk and sighs. “You got cum all over the desk.”
Hongjoong flushes red and reaches over to grab a tissue, cleaning off the surface and throwing it away. “I should probably delete this,” Hongjoong embarrassingly mumbles as he leans over to mess with the laptop.
“What if you don’t?” Seonghwa suggests. Hongjoong looks over his shoulder with a raised brow. “What do you mean?”
Seonghwa wraps his arms around Hongjoong’s waist and rests his chin on his shoulder. “I like the idea of you listening to this when you’re here alone.” Seonghwa trails kisses along his neck and bites at his earlobe. “Keep it, Joongie. Be my little creep whenever you want.”
Hongjoong lets his head fall back with a moan while Seongha sucks hickies into his neck. He submits to the assault until Seonghwa is satisfied with his work. Seonghwa pats him on the hip, signaling for him to stand up.
“We should go home.” Seonghwa gathers the forgotten food and picks his jacket up off the floor. Hongjoong is about to argue, but Seonghwa stops him with a sharp stare. “It’s my job to look after you, Joong. I am taking you home and running you a hot bath so you’re not sore in the morning.”
Hongjoong nods his head like a scolded child, making Seonghwa kiss his pout away. “I love you,” Seonghwa whispers against his lips. Hongjoong wraps his arms around his waist and kisses him back. “I love you too.”
They leave the studio behind, breathing in the fresh air of the hallway. They get in the elevator, and Seonghwa can’t help himself but ask, “How long have you been watching me jerk off?”
Hongjoong blushes at the question and scratches the back of his neck. “Um… probably about a year now. I might have started saving the clips for days when I really missed you.”
Seonghwa places both hands on his neck and tilts his head up. “My little creep,” he coos, making Hongjoong blush harder. “I’ll make sure to put on a really good show now.”
“You don’t want me to take it down?” Hongjoong asks in shock.
Seonghwa smirks and pecks his frozen mouth. “If you insist on staying in that damn studio, I want you to know exactly what you’re missing. Maybe you’ll actually start coming home.”
Seonghwa pulls back as the elevator dings, putting a foot of distance between them. He saunters through the lobby, jacket in hand, with broad shoulders on display. Hongjoong follows behind him like he’s on an invisible leash.
As they pass the front desk, Seonghwa smirks at the shocked receptionist as she looks between the two. Her eyes land on the obvious marks along Hongjoong’s neck, and she stomps away with a huff, heels clicking as she disappears to throw a tantrum.
“What was that about?” Hongjoong asks as he buckles himself in the passenger seat of the car. Seonghwa puts the car in drive before placing his hand on Hongjoong’s thigh, giving it a firm squeeze.
“She needed to learn a lesson about you,” He answers. Hongjoong gives him a questioning look. “And what is that lesson?” Seonghwa shoots him a cocky smirk and steers them away from the building.
“You’re mine.”