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"Wait, Hongjoong, the dominoes. The dominoes! I have to—"
Hongjoong laughed as he held Seonghwa against the wall, quite strong despite their size difference. A gasp at his sudden arousal as Hongjoong pressed himself against him left him. Before he knew it, Hongjoong drew his face to his, kissing him soundly.
"No, you don't," he told him.
"You're sabotaging me," Seonghwa complained, even as he yearned for the touch of his lips once more. His voice was quiet, lacking conviction.
With the lights off, the room seemed smaller, Hongjoong closer. The heat of his body against him was already making him hotter, his jeans tighter.
"The others—" he tried to argue, even as he wasn't sure if he actually cared.
"Just forget about them," Hongjoong pleaded, a slight whine in his voice.
Ssibal, that whine always left Seonghwa wanting. He turned just enough to kiss Hongjoong again. Needing more than just this kiss, he tried turning in his arms, to face him, but Hongjoong slammed him against the wall again, making him wince.
"Don't forget your place," he murmured in his ear.
A full-body shiver ran through Seonghwa, heat seeming to shudder and vibrate out from it. There was a swooping, tugging sensation in his gut, traveling lower. Hongjoong was laughing against his ear, all breathy, and triumphant.
Seonghwa tried turning around once more.
"The mission—" he argued.
"What mission?" Hongjoong teased, reaching a leg around him, and kicking at the dominoes.
They scattered, the sound seeming loud in the small bathroom. For some reason that was what made Seonghwa's cheeks burn.
Hongjoong's questing hands seemed to be all over his body at once, reaching up under his hoodie and T-shirt, dipping into the waistband of his jeans and underwear.
"Hongjoong—"
Hongjoong suddenly spanked him, Seonghwa biting his lip to hold in a cry. The captain wasn't in the mood to go easy on him, his skin stinging even through his jeans. A whimper fell from his lips, heavy, wet heat filling him between his legs.
"Argue with me one more time, and I swear…" He finished by spanking him with both hands, even harder, then squeezing till he ached.
Seonghwa was left gasping, hips undulating.
"Please," he begged, the word falling from his mouth before he realized it.
What am I even begging for?
With a small, delightful groan that seemed to go straight to his cock, Hongjoong grasped his waist beneath his clothes, hips rocking against his, erection evident against his ass. Then his hands ran up, pinching his nipples, twisting. Forgetting the mission, forgetting the others, that they were in the middle of filming (just not in there, thankfully), Seonghwa released a cry.
Hongjoong growled against his neck, and his teeth sank into him.
Seonghwa reached back to grab his hip.
"Oh, Hongjoong-nim," he gasped.
The honorific fell from his mouth as easily as breathing. After all he tended to use -nim, or -ssi with Hongjoong, knowing he got a thrill from it, especially with Seonghwa being the older of the two.
Tingles erupted in him at the pain of the bite. He bowed his head, bracing himself against the wall, moaning, as Hongjoong released him, only to lick. His tongue traced up the side of his neck before running along his ear. And then he bit again, tugging, Seonghwa grunting at the sharp pain and pleasure.
"Still thinking about those dominoes?" Hongjoong teased.
"No, Hongjoong-nim." His voice came out as a needy, wrecked thing, all low, and rough.
"On your knees," Hongjoong ordered, a gravelly note to his voice he allowed Seonghwa to hear more than any of the others.
He gave Seonghwa enough space to kneel, and Seonghwa practically fell to the floor, dominoes scattering further, from his excitement. A small whimper left Hongjoong, and Seonghwa reached out, feeling his strong body in the dark, tracing his muscles beneath his clothes, the curve of his hips. He wished he had time to see all that honey-toned skin and know it was his to touch. Yet there was a thrill about doing this in the dark. This made it all about touch.
His hands ran over Hongjoong's straining erection. His mouth watered at knowing he was hard for him, and his stomach flipped over, wet heat plunging through him and settling between his legs. Hongjoong gasped as Seonghwa pulled him free, hands running along his face, through his hair. He pumped him, gasping, loving that he was all hot and rock hard.
"We have to be quick," Hongjoong reminded him.
"Yes, Captain."
For a moment, Seonghwa paused to make sure his throat was relaxed. And then he opened wide, and took all of Hongjoong into his mouth at once, shaking from the effort, eyes squeezed shut.
Hongjoong cried out, and held the back of his head, keeping himself buried in him, Seonghwa's nose against his pelvis.
"Oh, yes, that's it," he breathed. "Sesange, sesange. Ssibal!"
If he could, Seonghwa would have smiled, smug that he could get his captain to let go like this, to swear, and cry out.
For a moment, he let Seonghwa have control, and he bobbed his head, sucking hard, tongue pressing against the flat of him, swirling when just the swollen, dripping head was in his mouth. His body had learned to adore the salty taste of pre-cum, to enjoy the taste of Hongjoong's hot skin. The pleasure of having him like this seemed to plunge down his throat, and shiver down his spine, growing into heat that spread to his toes.
"Oh, good boy," Hongjoong panted.
Seonghwa reached between Hongjoong's legs, grasping his firm ass, kneading. Hongjoong held the back of his head hard, fingers twisted in his hair, scalp burning, and he thrusted into him, making him choke despite all his talents.
Hongjoong knew he could take it, and didn't stop, turning Seonghwa into a mess, ruining his makeup.
"See—I'm so much better—than some—stupid—dominoes."
Seonghwa shook, and had to squeeze Hongjoong harder to avoid touching himself, knowing the captain wouldn't allow it, or would surely punish him. Yet he needed him so badly, beginning to ache from it, especially as Hongjoong was rough with him.
Hongjoong pulled free to let him breathe, and took the time to grasp himself, running his cock along Seonghwa's lips, his cheeks, slapping, and ruining his makeup even more.
"You like when I treat you badly, don't you?"
Blushing despite the fact Hongjoong already knew this vulnerable information about him, Seonghwa answered, "Yes, Captain."
Hongjoong growled, slapping his cheek with his heavy cock hard enough to make Seonghwa wince.
Then Seonghwa turned his head, running his tongue along him, and took his cock from him, pumping him, twisting his wrists, tongue now playing in his slit, and along his frenulum. Hongjoong's hands ran through his hair, down his neck, actually petting him, even as he whined at the pleasure Seonghwa made him feel.
Needing him to cum, Seonghwa squeezed his balls—a form of begging he hoped Hongjoong's body would understand.
"Swallow me down again," Hongjoong ordered. "All of me. I want you choking."
Shivering, Seonghwa did as ordered. He was so full of heat from this he wondered if he was going to cum without even being touched.
Hongjoong held his head, and was far from gentle with his thrusts, battering Seonghwa's throat. As he whined, and moaned, he could imagine his head tossed back, a gorgeous expression of pleasure on his face, transforming him from a stern captain to someone who could break apart.
The obscene, wet sounds of Hongjoong in his mouth and throat filled the room, along with Seonghwa choking no matter how much he relaxed his throat. Yes, he was talented at this, but everyone had a limit: a limit he and Hongjoong adored pushing him past.
He tried to breathe through his nose, but his airway was repeatedly blocked, and he instead relaxed, giving into it, letting Hongjoong use him to his heart's content. In the dark of the room, Seonghwa felt like he was floating, body light and tingly, and he adored it. He ran his hands all over Hongjoong's body, so grateful he was the one he used like this, the one who got to hear all his small whines and intense growls, the one who got to taste him, to know the shape of him so intimately he'd never forget it. If Seonghwa could, he'd be begging for more, even as his throat ached, and his head and lungs pounded.
Instead of praise like others might have given him, Hongjoong instead degraded him, calling him a changyeo, saying he was just a pretty boy for him to fuck, that this was his only purpose, to be used, and filled.
It left Seonghwa trembling, trying to moan around the invasion of his cock. Saliva spilled from the corners of his mouth, and soaked his lips, dripping to the floor, onto Seonghwa's knees, and Hongjoong's jeans.
Hongjoong seemed to get harder in him, and that was when he grasped his head, fingers twisting hard in his hair, whimpering and groaning as he held his face right against his pelvis. Seonghwa squeezed his balls, and they seemed to tighten in his hand, his cock pulsing.
With a strangled, high-pitched cry, Hongjoong spilled deep into his throat, Seonghwa trying to swallow him down. Then he fucked him even as he came, cum mixing with saliva to decorate his lips and chin.
"Ttong, I bet you look so beautiful right now." His words were a strangled groan.
Hongjoong drew back, Seonghwa trying to swallow even as he choked. His captain's hands stroked now where they had hurt. Seonghwa rested the side of his face against his thigh, gasping, his whole body pleasantly fuzzy and warm, filled completely with the taste of Hongjoong's pleasure.
"Thank you, Hongjoong-nim," Seonghwa panted, knowing Hongjoong would love it.
Really, he was grateful. Hongjoong knew how to be perfectly rough with him, and at times Seonghwa did the same with him. They knew how to break each other apart, only letting it show in the bedroom, and on stage.
"I suppose I should reward you for being such a good boy," Hongjoong murmured.
"Please," Seonghwa begged, still breathless from how he'd been used.
He licked cum from his lips, swallowing down the heady taste with a burning hunger, moaning his delight as he did so.
"I was good, wasn't I?" he asked, looking up despite nothing but blackness surrounding him.
Hongjoong grasped his chin, and he imagined he was looking down at him. In the dark, every touch burned like fire.
"So good, jagiya."
Hongjoong crouched to grab him, and he helped him to his feet, body pressed tight against his. Then he shoved him against the wall, giggling again, which made Seonghwa smile. Their lips tried to meet, but it was difficult for them to find each other, which had them both giggling.
After some clumsy tries that only made Seonghwa need him more, their mouths met in a deep kiss, Hongjoong moaning at tasting the evidence of himself in Seonghwa's mouth.
Hongjoong wasted no time in getting his jeans open, and pulling him free. Seonghwa gasped at the instant pressure he squeezed and pumped him with, and his whole body arched into him, like he'd been waiting for him to touch him like this his whole life. The little akma smiled against his mouth, before biting his lips nearly hard enough to draw blood, leaving Seonghwa a mess against him.
After having his fill of his mouth for now, Hongjoong kissed along his jaw, his neck, Seonghwa's head tilting back as far as it could go, submitting to his captain.
"Hurt me," he begged in a broken voice. "Please, Hongjoong-nim. Hurt me."
Hongjoong squeezed his cock impossibly tight, nearly enough to make him squeal, but before the sound could come out, his breath caught as Hongjoong's teeth closed on his Adam's apple.
A wail left him, grasping at Hongjoong's clothes with desperation, hands twisting. His entire body trembled, fire burning through him from the delicious agony. His only job now was to withstand what Hongjoong gave him.
The moan Hongjoong let out, like he was tasting the greatest food ever made, drew forth one from Seonghwa. The intensity of it, and the pain had beads of sweat dotting his forehead, his neck.
He whined as Hongjoong squeezed his balls till pain shot up into his stomach, before turning into a wet, hot ache.
Ssibal, he was so close to cumming.
Then, Hongjoong surprised him, dragging his nails along the length of his cock.
The pain left him throbbing in his hands. His tongue lapped at his Adam's apple, teeth still digging in like he was trying to rip out his throat.
On instinct, Seonghwa fought him, but Hongjoong kept him shoved into the corner, one wrist pinned against the wall. He was far from done with him, a growl leaving Hongjoong that vibrated straight into Seonghwa's neck.
Seonghwa grasped wherever he could with the hand not restrained, barely able to hang on; oh, Hongjoong knew how to destroy him.
His nails dug into his balls as he squeezed, and that bright agony that stabbed up into his stomach was what threw him over the edge.
Hongjoong's clever hands pumped and squeezed him as bright, searing fire throbbed through him, over and over again, body jolting from the power of his orgasm.
His mouth left him, and then he was pretty sure Hongjoong got on his knees.
In seconds, that suspicion proved true, as his lips wrapped around him, tongue swirling around the sensitive head of his cock. Seonghwa had to bury his hands in his hair to try and keep some grip on reality. He thrusted into his mouth, all that wet heat enveloping him so delicious. And then he sucked hard, prolonging his orgasm.
In the wake of it, all Seonghwa could do was pant, and let out little mewling sounds as Hongjoong moaned and licked along his spent cock. He wished he could see him, but the darkness did add a delicious element to this.
Hongjoong stood, and drew him into a breathless kiss, the taste of them mingling in each other's mouths.
Then, he patted Seonghwa on the chest, and the smile that made him want to step on him was clear in his voice as he said, "Good luck with the mission."
He called, completely shameless (and why should he be ashamed? He was the captain), "Hey, someone turn on the light. I need to clean up."
Giggles and teasing that made Seonghwa blush sounded from outside. But then the light turned on, and they took each other in. Hongjoong got all giggly again, clearly pleased with how much of a mess Seonghwa was.
"For the record, I hate you," Seonghwa said, trying to right his clothes.
He nearly growled as that was met with a wink.
"Sure, you do."
All Seonghwa could do was smile and shake his head, completely wrung out.
"I only sabotaged you 'cause I was failing at my mission," Hongjoong admitted as he started cleaning up at the sink.
Seonghwa rolled his eyes in annoyance, but came up behind him, wrapping his arms around him, kissing him on the cheek. He loved that he was one of the only ones allowed to do this. Hongjoong didn't shy away from him, instead seeming to melt against him. Their eyes met in the mirror, the sensation of it nearly sharp in Seonghwa's chest.
"You gaejasik," Seonghwa murmured.
A mischievous smile met his gaze in the mirror. Well, if he had to fail his mission, at least he'd failed with Hongjoong.