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Hongjoong was suffering, and it was all because of one Park Seonghwa. There’s only so many times you can cum without chafing your dick off, and Hongjoong was very nearly at that point.
First it was the photoshoot. The stylists had dressed Seonghwa in a white crop top and jeans so loose that his boxers peeked through more than enough to get a good look at his toned abs. It was…
Fuck.
Hwa’s shoot was right after his, so after watching totally-not-inconspicuously for a hot minute, he went into the private bathroom to freshen up, change clothes, and jerk off at the thought of his best friend in that damn outfit. He had to muffle his sounds by biting the spare tee he kept in his bag, cumming into a wad of toilet paper and going about the rest of the day like nothing happened.
Until that night when flashes of Seonghwa’s belly and boxers wouldn’t leave him mind. So he got off again in the privacy of his dead-silent room until exhaustion took over.
If he thought the pictures were bad, man, he was in for a trip when they started filming the music video not long after.
The same outfit on his bandmate, but now on film? Moving around sensually, dancing in it? He learned really quickly how to conceal a semi in those leather shorts of his. The shameful bathroom visit afterwards was a repeat that day, unfortunately.
Shirtless pool day was a whole issue in itself. He tried to hide when it was Seonghwa’s turn, but his members firmly believed in hyping each other up, therefore dragging Hongjoong along to witness Sexy Seonghwa in the pool, shirtless and dripping and glistening, posing perfectly like the natural model he was. Because he had already shot, Hongjoong was wrapped in a fluffy bathrobe, concealing his little problem down under until he either calmed the fuck down or dealt with it.
That night he fingered his ass for the first time in years. As a teen he’d experimented with that sort of stuff but found it was never fulfilling, leaving him unsatisfied. The problem was, he was so worked up that he gave it another shot.
And failed.
He ended up frustratedly cumming three times that night alone.
After a while things calmed down. He’d always learned how to act around Seonghwa, his crush of so many years; playful and awkward without being cold. He’s thankful that that didn’t change at all considering what his mind - and dick - did in his free time. The group continued preparations for their next comeback, an even sexier concept this time around for summer. All of his efforts went into it…
Until the actual comeback came around. No matter where he looked, atiny were gawking and screaming over Seonghwa’s body in the pictures of videos. Fancams went viral, and Hongjoong’s cock went feral. After doing the live reaction to the Lemon Drop music video, where he paid no attention to anything else other than the elder, he once again made the walk of shame to the bathroom, where he proceeded to do his well-practiced ritual of cumming to the thought of his best friend.
He had to endure green rooms and stages with Crop Top Hwa, which was hell on its own. Fuck, he was so sexy and it drove him insane. His poor dick was sore yet relentless.
Hongjoong’s breaking point, though? The fucking pool pictures.
Now, Seonghwa was no stranger to posting pool pics. Him and San often relaxed together like this and posted visuals of bare shoulders and chests and backs, glistening with water.
(Hongjoong died a little each time he saw them, new or old.)
But this… this took the fucking cake and threw it out an eight story building.
Lounging on the couch after his last schedule of the day, drinking a beer and mostly ignoring a show that was on, Hongjoong saw his phone light up with a notification from instagram.
starhwa has posted!
Being the clingy fucker that he is (it’s basically required as an Ateez member), he immediately opened the app to see the new gorgeous pictures, as this man always posts.
What he doesn’t expect to see is his best friend standing in the pool they shot at, black tank top wet and exposing his bare arms.
Ah, fuck.
As he swiped, Hongjoong’s breath seemed to get stuck in his body. Not a single blink graced his face as his stupid brain processed what he was looking at.
Park FUCKING Seonghwa, completely shirtless, dripping water, lifting himself up the side of the pool.
Hongjoong swears he saw the pearly gates of heaven in that extremely shocking, extremely gay moment.
“Oh, god. Oh, fuck.” As quickly as he could, he slammed the beer down on the coffee table and scrabbled for the tv remote, shutting it off. All he could do was grab his phone and nearly run to his room, thanking all the gods in the world that the maknaes were not home.
Door slammed shut, Hongjoong scrambled onto his messy bed. His mind still hadn’t completely caught up yet.
Heartbeat loud in his ears, he swallowed and opened his phone again. The same picture teased him on the screen, and he could feel blood flushing to his cheeks and… other places.
That’s when he noticed that there was one more picture in the post.
He swiped.
And nearly fucking died.
It was a close-up of Seonghwa pushing himself out of the pool, the veins in his muscled arms bulging. Water droplets trickled down his entire naked frame, catching on his chin and abs. Rivulets ran into soaked trousers; it made him wonder what laid beyond the fabric. The v-line whispered to him like a sin. And worst of all?
Seonghwa is wearing the necklace that is a matching set with Hongjoong’s. A couple’s pair, the older had exclaimed once, a few weeks ago. Was he wearing the team ring in this picture, too?
He very well might pass out here, but his dick was so hard it would wake him right back up again.
“Hongjoong!”
The leader’s head flew up so fast he likely had whiplash. In the doorway stood the god of sex appeal himself.
Park Fucking Seonghwa.
“I called your name a bunch of times, are you okay?”
How… hmmm… considerate of him to ask.
Curling his legs up in a desperate hope to hide his problem, clutching the phone to his chest, he could only squeak out, “Uh huh.”
At first, Seonghwa’s face screamed worry, but it morphed into something more understanding. The sweatiness, the panick at being caught on his phone, the shortness of breath?
”Ah, I’m sorry. I should leave you alone now.” Who was he to judge a man for getting off alone in his room? They’re all men, for crying out loud. He turned to leave but caught himself, leaning back in yet staring at the wall, avoiding any more awkward eye contact. “Oh, Hongjoongie, by the way, did you see the pictures I posted? So sexy, right?”
Chancing a glance at his friend, Seonghwa didn’t miss the way he sucked in a breath, fingers tightening around his phone as he turned his head further away.
Oh?
Oh, wow. Okay.
“You…” A mirthful smile played upon his face. “You liked it, didn’t you? Hmm, Joong-ah?”
”Hwa…” His voice was heavy, a desperate warning.
“Do you want to see the real thing instead?”
Head snapping up, eyes like a doe and face red, his expression was answer alone. Hwa chuckled lightly.
“Answer me, jagi. Did you like seeing my body?”
Of course, this wasn’t the first time he’d seen Seonghwa shirtless. It’s idol life, and they’d dormed together for a long time. Hell, they were even roommates for years! But nothing compared to seeing him wet and dripping and-
Right in front of him.
“Yes,” he whispered, and that’s all Seonghwa needed. Fully stepping into the room, he morphed into something more dominant than his usual day-to-day self, grabbing at his shirt and lifting it over his head. It turned him on seeing how Hongjoong’s eyes immediately latched onto his chest and lower, not bothering to hide how affected it made him. Teasingly, he popped the button of his jeans undone and slid the zipper down.
He swears he heard Hongjoong moan.
Yelping, Seonghwa took hold of his ankles and slid him down the bed, the muscled show of manhandling making him dizzy. Hands grappled at the sheets as the older hovered above his smaller body, predatory and hot as fuck.
“Is this the first time you’ve thought of me in this way?” he asked, fingers running through the younger’s hair almost condescendingly.
Hongjoong whined, but after a small moment of quiet and a crooked eyebrow from Seonghwa he whispered, “No.”
Humming, he looked over the mess that had become Kim Hongjoong. It made him feel powerful, like the adrenaline high of being on stage knowing he looked good.
“Strip for me, baby.”
Groaning at the words, Joong covered his face with his hands as Seonghwa got up. After a few panicked breaths, he complied, starting by taking his shirt off. Trembling hands shimmied his pants down, too, until he finally worked up the courage to uncover his raging boner. He didn’t dare look at Seonghwa during his task, too afraid he would pass out if he stared at the gorgeous man too hard. After he was completely exposed, he laid back down, eyes closed and worked on regulating his breathing.
This had to be a dream, the wettest one of his life.
“Good boy,” purred Seonghwa, and the younger shivered. He propped Hongjoong’s legs open, kneeling between his thighs and caressing the soft skin. “Look at me, darling.”
The view was, quite literally, breathtaking. Forgetting how to breathe, all Hongjoong could do was drink in the view.
Hwa, between his legs, touching him. This absolute god of a man had golden skin, toned abdomen rippling with each breath. His chest was large, proof of his time in the gym. Shoulders and arms, too, slightly flexed to show off. Long legs folded underneath himself, making his thighs pillow a bit. And his cock, lord, Hongjoong could pass away any second and die a happy man.
Length barely half-hard, he eyed it up appreciatively, taking in the flushed flesh and smoothly waxed skin. If he had half a brain cell left, he would have remembered that Hwa preferred to be hairless due to sensory issues, but he didn’t realize it went this far.
“Is this okay?” Seonghwa asked, reaching forward to gently grasp his chin between deft fingers, making their gazes meet.
Swallowing, he nodded before a warning head tilt made him use his words (or what little of his voice he had left). “Yeah, please, it’s- god, I want it. Need you. Please.”
Silently cringing at his desperation, he tried to close his legs and bring them up to hide but the older kept him in place. Letting a comforting smile adorn his face, he caressed Joong’s cheek. “Good boy,” he repeated, and he felt the younger shiver again underneath him. “Can I fuck you?”
That’s the moment Kim Hongjoong’s soul left his body. He swears that is the only thing he’s ever wanted in his whole life.
“Yes! Hwa- god, I’m-”
“Shh, it’s alright, hon, I’ve got you. Just please let me know if you need to stop at any time.”
Long fingers traced over Hongjoong’s collarbones, cupped his pecs, ran over his flank, until he reached the spot that he needed attention the most. Hand curling over his dick, Seonghwa enjoyed watching the younger’s eyes roll back at the stimulation as he flicked his wrist.
“Have you ever been fucked before?” he asked, needing to know how slow he should go. Squeezing his cock prompted Hongjoong to answer through the haze.
A whiny moan left him. “N-no, I, um, tried myself but it didn’t- didn’t feel good-”
”Poor Joongie,” he sympathized. “Let hyung help.”
The rational part of Hongjoong had long left him, and instead of questioning the title he eagerly absorbed it.
“Hyung!”
”I know, baby,” he purred, continuing his dry strokes while he reached for the bottle of lube he had found earlier while Hongjoong was busy stripping. He poured some on their joined skin, relishing in the smooth glide. Curls at the base of his length glistened with the slickness.
After a moment, he pulled his grip away and dragged the slick fingers downward, loving the way Joong keened as he rubbed over his rim. A single digit pushed forward and it gave in readily, sinking inside of Hongjoong. It was warm, bordering on too hot, and Seonghwa paused as he bottomed out.
“So good, doll.”
Hands which had previously been white-knuckling the sheets now grappled at Seonghwa’s shoulders and biceps, holding steady at the sensation. Body pliant and trusting underneath him, the older dragged his finger out and thrust back in, the heel of his palm bumping his balls.
“Hyung.”
”I want you to touch me, Hongjoongie. Feel what you’ve been fantasizing about.” He spoke as the long finger dragged out and pushed back in gently.
The words barely registered until Seonghwa’s free hand guided one of Hongjoong’s to his sternum and left it there, leaving him autonomy to explore. Through the haze, he traced his fingertips across the chest in front of him, appreciating the hard muscle and soft skin of his best friend.
“Hot damn,” he whispered, causing Seonghwa to burst out into laughter. Pouting, Hongjoong whined.
“No, it’s- you’re just so cute!”
“Am not,” he protested, pinching the dusky nipple underneath his fingers just because he could.
A fond smile looked down upon the younger, his wrist set at a steady pace. “Whatever you say, cutie. I’m going to put another finger in.”
Pulling back until just the tip was inside, Hwa slid a second digit alongside the first, kneading the softness of his thigh for a sense of comfort.
“Ah-”
”You’re doing well for me, love, you can do it.” The tip of Hongjoong’s tongue was peeking out of his lips, chest heaving. Slowly Hwa worked himself in, pumping ever so slightly until he was fit snugly again.
Now that the distraction was over, Joong continued exploring his friend’s body, both hands now in use as he felt up his impressive shoulders, big chest, flexing arms, and smooth abdomen. It felt like a fever dream, being allowed in this situation and mutually enjoying it.
With Hongjoong content, Seonghwa moved in and out, watching his face and body for any negative reactions. Finding none, he started lightly scissoring his fingers, loving the way his hole clenched at the foreign feeling. His movements got bolder, stretching his digits as wide as they could inside of the other man, yet he never lost the gentle touch he knew Hongjoong craved.
When one of those wandering hands made its way to his untouched cock, that’s when Seonghwa knew he was ready. Sighing at the contact, he slipped out of Hongjoong.
His eyebrows furrowed, not knowing how to feel now that he was empty.
Seonghwa guided Hongjoong’s hand away from his length, pinning it to the mattress as he temporarily leaned away, reaching for the lube.
“Hyung,” whined the leader, hips kicking up pitifully.
“I’m just getting the lube, jagi, I’m not going anywhere. Be patient.”
Bottle now in his possession, Hwa settled once more and looked at Hongjoong as he visibly tried to articulate his thoughts. Patiently waiting for him to speak, the older rubbed his tummy.
”I-I… I wanna…” He humphed, staring frustratedly at the ceiling.
“What would you like to do, darling?” Seonghwa threaded his fingers through Hongjoong’s, squeezing to show he was listening.
Staring up into those beautiful brown eyes, he blurted out, “Wanna hump your abs.”
The look of shock on Seonghwa’s face made him burn with humiliation, whining and pushing his face sideways into a pillow.
“Hey, shh, it’s alright, love, you just surprised me is all. You’re allowed to want things, especially when you’re with me.”
A soft kiss was placed on Hongjoong’s sweaty temple, and he could feel him sigh beneath him. He pulled back and turned the younger’s face so they could see each other. “I’m going to lay down and you can do whatever you’d like, okay baby? Just remember I’m going to fuck you, if you’d still be up for that.”
Moaning at the words, Hongjoong nodded before remembering his words. “Yes, hyung, please.”
“Good boy.”
Careening to the side, Hwa landed on his back, making the bed shake. With legs slightly propped up and hands folded over his tummy (after laying down the lube next to the pillow), he turning to look at Hongjoong and smiling at the awe-stricken look on his face. The younger one propped himself up, clumsily climbing over him. While Hongjoong supported his weight by holding his chest, Seonghwa held his hips steady as they settled together. Sliding into place, Joong’s cock brushing against Seonghwa’s hard abs, he moaned, redistributing his weight to his elbows on the bed. Because of their height difference, this put the two face-level.
Wide eyes stared into safe, caring ones, a question Hongjoong never thought he would think of - much less say - came catapulting out of his mouth.
“Can I kiss you?”
With no hesitation, Seonghwa answered with, “Yes.”
Long fingers came up to tangle in Hongjoong’s hair, pulling him forward as their lips met. Letting him set the pace, Seonghwa followed the younger’s lead, nudging his hips as encouragement. Not needing to be told twice, Joong ground down and whimpered into his mouth, moving desperately with the much-needed stimulation. The earlier applied lubrication made the slide delicious, painting his skin glossy. Underneath him, Seonghwa flexed his muscles as well as he could, setting hard lines as friction. He would liked to have started slow and work their way up to this frantic pace, but it felt wrong to deny Hongjoong on a normal day, much less when he was this needy.
And so, Seonghwa kissed him fiercely, holding him almost possessively because if there was one thing he knew, it was how to take care of one Kim Hongjoong.
“Ah, hyung-” Breaking away, Joong panted harshly against his neck, hips moving in an uncoordinated fashion yet not slowing. “F-feels so good.”
”Yeah?” he drawled into his ear. “My pretty boy is enjoying this?”
”Yes,” he cried, tucking in closer.
“Then let me help you,” Seonghwa said, gripping Hongjoong’s waist and teasing his hips up, making him feel the hardness he worked up because of him. “Don’t cum yet, baby. Lay down for me.”
Though he didn’t want to stop, Hongjoong relented. Reaching down to hold his dick, not moving but needed that pressure, he hesitated to move. It was evident on his face, prompting Seonghwa to ask.
”What is it, jagi?”
”What, um… how do you want me?”
Seonghwa rubbed along his strong thighs. “I want to see your face when I pleasure you.”
His cock definitely twitched at that, and he hummed in acknowledgment before moving to lay down in his original spot, the older placing a pillow underneath his hips. When Seonghwa hovered above him, cock already slicked more than plenty, Hongjoong realized once again how breathtakingly beautiful Park Seonghwa was.
And he had him all to himself.
Though he wasn’t the most flexible member of the band, Seonghwa threw one of Hongjoong’s legs over his broad shoulder, kissing the skin there as he hovered over his bandmate. The head of his wet dick kissed his stretched rim. “Are you ready, baby?”
”Yes, hyung,” he whispered, arms locked behind Hwa’s neck as he stared into his eyes. “Please fuck me.”
Pecking his lips, Seonghwa pushed forward, watching the younger’s face. Because of the slickness, his cock slipped, rutting against Hongjoong’s taint and under his balls.
“Ah, sorry.” One hand was sacrificed to hold himself steady at the base, applying even pressure against his rim. Hongjoong reacted sharply when the head popped in, gasping and tightening his arms, bringing the older closer. Seonghwa paused, knowing this was his first time bottoming. Instead he busied himself by littering kisses across the leader’s face, trying his hardest not to move his lower body.
“Good job,” he whispered, leaving a kiss on the tip of his nose. “My pretty boy.”
Hongjoong shuddered a breath. Pressing their lips together, Seonghwa rocked his hips just the slightest bit. An encouraging reaction had him fucking just the tip in and out, feeling how Joong’s breathing quickened.
“Ahh, hyung-”
“Want more already?” he teased, though Hongjoong was so far gone into pound town that he didn’t care.
“Yes! Please, hyung!” he cried, bucking his pelvis upward.
”Don’t worry, doll, hyung’s got you.”
One hand held his hip firmly as he slid further in, slow yet steady. Obscene sounds came from Hongjoong and it made his dick twitch inside of the younger.
“Oh, my god.” Eyes screwed shut, Joong could almost feel the precum leaking from him like it was being pushed out by Seonghwa’s dick. “I- hnngf, f-fuck.”
Licking up his neck, Hwa murmured into his ear. “Almost there.” He was exercising his self-control to not fuck him blindly; Hongjoong deserved to have a good first experience. Once flush together, Seonghwa ground his hips into Hongjoong’s ass, not quite pulling back but offering stimulation as they settled.
“Hwa,” said the younger, scrambling to hold onto his back and a fistful of his silky hair. “Seonghwa, please, I-I’m not g’nna last long.”
“Then enjoy yourself, love.”
Finding his desperation as a cue, the elder sent his first proper stroke into Hongjoong, not quite fast but definitely strong, prompting a broken sound from the man.
Seonghwa moaned. “You feel so good,” he breathed out, rocking his hips again.
“Please hyung, I-I-”
Groaning, the older focusing on creating a rhythm; his years of dancing had definitely paid off. It wasn’t long before his frustration grew, Hongjoong’s sweaty leg slipping off of his shoulder. Grunting, he pulled out (making Hongjoong whine harshly), grappling with the lube to drizzle more onto himself. Throwing both legs up over his shoulder this time, he felt Hongjoong lock his ankles securely in place before he pushed back in, loving the way the younger both looked and felt in this moment.
He was ruined for anyone else.
Panting into Hongjoong’s ear, Seonghwa squeezed at the flesh of his waist, feeling dizzy thinking about how he might leave marks for the younger to admire. The thought caused him to administer a harder thrust, and Joong nearly started crying.
”There! Please, please, pl- ah, hyungie please-”
To his amazement, Hongjoong’s hole tightened so much he almost couldn’t move, and he watched as the man likely experienced his first prostate stimulation. He doubled down, memorizing the position that drive him wild. With his own orgasm close, he aimed to make them cum at the same time.
Without warning, the younger seized up, seed spurting across himself as he drew shaking breaths, scratching along Seonghwa’s skin.
Well. There goes that plan.
Still, he was mesmerized watching Joong cum, his euphoric face more beautiful than it was with any makeup he’s ever worn.
Painstakingly, he slowed his thrusts until Hongjoong started squirming, to which he stopped flush inside of him. Seonghwa let him catch his breath, massaging his straining thighs and ignoring how badly his length throbbed with need.
“I’m going to pull out now, doll,” he murmured, his back starting to ache with the awkward positioning.
“No!” Hongjoong answered, shocking the elder. “I m-mean, just… stay, please? Gimme a minute.”
Nodding, he let him have what he wants. “Can I put your legs down at least?”
Eyes closed, he nodded and hummed. “Numb.”
Chuckling softly, Seonghwa untangled the younger’s limbs and slowly lowered them to the bed, each movement causing his dick to twitch. Now able to lay over Hongjoong, he pressed a lingering kiss to his forehead and relished in the closeness. Their heartbeats synced as Joong came down.
”I can keep going,” he said, sighing contently.
Hwa’s brows knitted together, and he looked at Joong. “What? Are you sure?”
“I’m sure. I’d like to go again, make you cum.”
”Hongjoong-ah, you don’t have to do anything for me if you don’t want to-”
The younger shut him up with a kiss square on the mouth before resuming the conversation. “Please fuck me again, Seonghwa-ya. My refractory period is pretty good, and I can cum at least three times in a day. Although we probably shouldn’t do that much right now, I just came untouched for the first time.”
Seonghwa’s hips jerked unconsciously, still hard, and Joong smiled, a hand combing through his damp hair.
“Okay,” he whispered, kissing him deeply as he started up a small rhythm again. Locking his ankles around his waist this time, Hongjoong grinded up into the feeling. The angle was different, not as harsh and much more horizontal, which didn’t put as much overstimulating pressure on his prostate. Nonetheless, he could feel his cock twitching, rubbed between their slick bodies.
Moaning into the kiss, Hwa grew more comfortable with his thrusts. Hongjoong’s fingers tangled in his hair, not quite pulling but with enough tension to feel them there.
“‘S good,” Joong moaned into his mouth, hips coming up to meet him. There was sticky cum between their bellies, but that was far from their minds at the moment.
“Hyung fucks you well,” he said, pausing to place another kiss to his lips, “Hm, jagi?”
A blissed-out smile spread across his face, a fond look in his eyes. “Yeah.” Pace faltering for a beat before coming back with renewed rigor, he pumped harder inside of Hongjoong. Nosing along his neck, littering pecks there, Hwa openly moaned into the younger’s ear, letting him know how pleasured he felt.
“Close, hyung.”
The moaned words didn’t surprise Seonghwa. After all, he’d already cum once, and this was his first time bottoming. Not too far off himself, he let the younger know. “Me too, baby.”
Quick breaths and groans of pleasure were exchanged alongside the absolutely filthy sounds of sex filling the room.
”Where, ah, where do you want hyung to cum, doll? On your face, or your cute little ass? Or maybe inside, to keep hyung’s cum nice and warm in your belly.” Seonghwa was honestly surprised he could still talk with how close and turned on he was, yet watching Hongjoong’s gears slowly turning while being fucked made the job that much more enjoyable.
“Please, please, inside, wanna feel hyung-”
That’s all Seonghwa needed. A hand reached between them to fist Hongjoong’s half-hard cock, doubling his own efforts and chasing his high. Joong threw his head into the pillow, face scrunching up as his back arched, mouth wide as he stuttered out moans. His ass clenched, hard, and Seonghwa nearly saw the pearly gates of heaven with an experience (and view) like that.
The younger came, his seed dribbling over Hwa’s knuckles. Chasing his own high, the older let go of his restraint and lost the rhythm of his hips, growing sloppy as he felt the fluttering of Hongjoong around him, his orgasmic face drawing him in like a siren. Punching in one last time before he overstimulated the younger, Seonghwa grinded into his hole as he came, shooting deep inside. Face buried in Joong’s neck, panting into the skin, he let the waves wash over him in shared ecstasy.
Seconds or minutes pass by where it was just the two of them existing. Seonghwa’s length softened and started slipping out, and that’s when he pulled back to check on his best friend.
Hongjoong’s eyes were shut, face serene as his breath evened out. When he felt Hwa move, his eyelashes fluttered open, and a worn-out (albeit a bit embarrassed) smile spread across his face. “Hi.”
Giggling, he responded with, “Hey.”
Hongjoong hummed.
“Was everything good?” Hwa asked, brushing sweaty hair out of the younger’s face. “Did I live up to your expectations?”
Now it was Joong’s turn to laugh. “Mhm, you were so great.” Seems his brain isn’t completely online yet. “Thank you.”
”For what, fucking you?”
”For taking care of me.” A hand came up to the back of Seonghwa’s neck, leading him down into a lazy kiss. Breaking apart, he added, “Even if it took literal shirtless pool pictures to get there.”
Hwa’s eyes glinted. “If that’s all it took then i would have done it way sooner.”
The younger ignored the way his heart skipped a beat. “I-I think atiny would have had a heart attack.”
”Well I’m glad atiny isn’t the only one who appreciated those pictures.” Another lingering kiss was placed on his waiting lips. “Would you like to shower? I’m starting to feel gross.”
Suddenly that’s all Hongjoong could feel - the drying sweat and cum, sticky lube, and hair plastered to his forehead. He cringed. “Yeah.”
Sitting up, Hwa asked, “Need help?”
Mentally assessing himself, he concluded that he could walk well enough despite just being railed into next week. “I’m okay. But can you…” He suddenly felt shy, as if they didn’t just do the devil’s tango together. “Can you shower with me?”
Carding through his sweaty strands, Seonghwa cupped his face and said, “Of course. I’ll do anything for you, Hongjoong-ah.”
This time, Joong didn’t ignore the warmth glowing inside of him at the words. He allowed Hwa to hold his hand as they trekked to the bathroom, letting him fiddle with the water temperature while cum seeped out of his hole and down the back of his thighs.
Once the older was content, they both stepped into the shower, warm water welcoming them in. Seonghwa let the leader wash up first, busying himself with the rigorous hair washing ritual he has established for himself in the meantime. Hongjoong’s limbs felt loose, like after the exercise of a concert, and his mind stayed numbingly empty in a good way. After washing up, he let Seonghwa take the water stream, watching the effortless way his skin stretched and moved and rippled with each movement. He was caught staring at one point and looked away, blushing.
While Hwa’s usual shower routine was half an hour long, he took pity on the poor man he was in there with and cut it down tremendously, saving it for later. There was, however, one last thing they needed to do before leaving the comfort of the warm water.
“I need to get the cum out of you, baby. It will give you a stomachache if we don’t.”
Hongjoong swallowed, big doe eyes looking up at him as he whined.
“It’s okay, I’ll be gentle.” Seonghwa moved so that he was plastered across Joong’s back, both of them in the stream of water. Kisses were carefully placed along his wet shoulders, one arm wrapped around his middle as the other reached down between them. “Breathe for hyung.”
Doing as told, Hongjoong tried hard not to clench when he felt two long fingers pushing into him. It felt different this time, not exactly bad but not pleasurable, either. More like a mildly displeasing chore than anything.
Seonghwa worked efficiently, scooping out his own cum while avoiding Joong’s prostate, whispering encouraging words to the man shivering in his arms despite the hot steam. “You’re doing so well, my love. Almost there.”
Only seconds later he pulled out with finality. “All done.” Hongjoong immediately spun around to kiss him, needy for comfort after an overwhelming and exhausting evening. Holding him steady by the waist, Hwa kissed back, happy that they could do this outside the bubble of the bedroom. He hummed, satisfied, and pulled Hongjoong’s body closer.
“Can we do this again?” asked Joong, suddenly feeling the urge to ask.
Smiling, he responded, “Anytime you want, Joong-ah.”
“So, are we… together, now?” he asked tentatively, chewing on his bottom lip.
Seonghwa gently pulled his lip from his sharp teeth and smoothed his thumb over the plump flesh. “If you’d like us to be.”
Nodding so fast he almost lost his balance, the younger agreed. “Yes, please!”
Laughing at his cuteness, Hwa pecked his lips and said with finality, “Okay then, boyfriends it is.” He had the overwhelming urge to hug Hongjoong, so he did, just because he could, and because they were boyfriends now. They stood embraced under the water, feeling at home in the closeness.
“Can we cuddle now?” asked Joong, still wrapped up in Seonghwa’s - his boyfriend’s - arms. “In bed?”
”Of course, baby.” Pulling away, Hwa turned the shower off and climbed out first, motioning for him to wait as he procured two fluffy towels (thank god Jongho did the laundry yesterday). He let Joong step into the towel, wrapping him up like a little wet kitty cat burrito as he slung his loosely around his hips.
A dangerous combo for sure, but they were too tired and content to do anything lewd for the rest of the day.
Lamenting that he didn’t have his skin care products, Hwa watched as Hongjoong applied his own (“If I use yours it will make me break out,” he reasoned), studying the beauty of the man in the mirror.
His boyfriend.
Now done, they once again walked back with clasped hands. At the bed the pair stripped off their towels, Seonghwa pulling on some clean sweats and offering clothing of his choice to Hongjoong.
It was pretty unslick of him to choose a pair of Seonghwa’s underwear and t-shirt to wear. Alas, he is just a silly little guy with a crush on his insanely hot partner.
As he dressed, Hwa changed the sheets on the bed, choosing from the never-ending supply of bedclothes.
Freshly washed and dressed, they fell onto the mattress, instinctively curling into each other like they had no other purpose in life. If Seonghwa and Hongjoong were meant to find each other in this lifetime, then this moment was proof.
A soft kiss connected them, and they could feel their smiles against each other’s lips.
Sometimes thirst can only be quenched when you’re together, as the two found out in the best way possible.