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It was a secret Seonghwa wanted to take to his grave, that's for sure...
The idea of his boyfriend harboring more power over him than he already does in the bed room is spine chilling enough as it is, so he was more than content with the idea clinging in the depths of his mind where most of his perverted fantasies were shoved back into—
It’s been on his mind more than he liked to admit. The act of cock warming. San had mentioned it before, cock warming, he’d just causally confessed one night while they were out together as a group that he happily did it for Mingi when he felt clingy. Some of the others were disgusted, namely Yeosang since he already hears enough about his sex life while others…
Well.
Seonghwa didn’t expect to be this effected by the idea of siting on a cock just for the sake of it, yet, here we are.
…Not that he’d ever actually ask Hongjoong to do that, of course, it was a silly little thought. That’s all—
He found himself turning his head towards his boyfriend, whom just sat quietly with an unreadable expression on his face as San was smacked on the shoulder by a flustered Mingi.
Yeah, no definitely not. They’re kinky enough as it is—
Seonghwa tucked away that fantasy under the rug of his mind and they went about their night.
That was weeks ago. This was now…
And unfortunately for Seonghwa, today was the day the limits of his willpower would be tested.
All he wanted was to visit his loving boyfriend at his studio- honest !
Because he knew Hongjoong had been working diligently for his upcoming projects, producing isn't smoothe sailing when you barely get enough sleep as is…
He’d already scolded him before, now it just goes one ear out the other—
But that's besides the point-!
The point was that he didn't anticipate his goal of giving Hongjoong a quick and simple kiss on the forehead to, completely unintentionally, lead to a steamy make out session that (rather quickly) escalated straight into clothes being shoved off and the elder being yanked forward to straddling his boyfriend’s lap while he sat back in his office chair with his hands dug into Seonghwa’s hips as he lowered him onto his hard and ready cock...
The elder’s eyes drifted upwards at the feeling of being spread apart before fluttering closed once the younger bottomed out inside him, his thoughts muddled together into a strum of white noise as he felt the way the length inside him seemed to perfectly fit the mold of his insides until his legs began to tremble ever so slightly against the younger’s lap.
God. He’d pictured this scenario so many times. The feeling of his boyfriend fit nice and snug between his legs just made him fall silent with a soft shutter to his breath. They’ve had so much sex that it was a very familiar feeling, but it never once failed to make Seonghwa shudder like some desperate virgin regardless.
Hongjoong tilted his head towards the trembling body in his lap as he analyzed the elder with that careful and patient look of his once he realized the dazed expression Seonghwa had before giving his hips reassuring squeeze in his steady hands,
"You doing alright, Baby?” His voice sounded strained in contrast to how calm and collected he looked on the outside, despite being buried balls deep inside—
“Is it alright if I—“
"No-"
Seonghwa cursed himself internally as his inner voice spoke out for him against his will before he could stop it, he felt the hands on his hips tense up as Hongjoong continued to stare at him with big round eyes.
There was a pregnant pause before his boyfriend continued with a bit more tactful hesitance in his tone, “No..?"
"Ah- no I mean- not like ‘no'— I’m not, I'm not saying ‘no’ I just-"
Seonghwa stammered as he cocked his head to avoid looking directly at Hongjoong as his nerves set in, meanwhile his boyfriend in question, who’s brow instantly lifted before knitting together as if attempting to crack a code, waited for him to gather himself. Seonghwa fell silent before taking a deep breath and starting again.
"W..What if..."
His voice felt small, he allowed his hands to reach out and caress the warmth of Hongjoong’s biceps before gripping them to use as leverage to aid in him adjusting himself against his boyfriend’s lap making him sit up straighter, lowering his gaze towards the space between the two of them where they were locked together. Seonghwa’s hips were completely flush against Hongjoong’s, skin to skin, buried to the hilt—
Fuck. If Seonghwa thought too long it’ll make him spiral, he felt his walls clench down just by looking—
The actions he made were carefully studied by Hongjoong as he sat pressed up against his office chair, the elder’s movements pulling a sharp exhale from him at the way the tight heat around his cock had shifted, before Seonghwa hesitantly flickered his gaze up to meet his.
"whatificockwarmyou-"
Great, He cursed himself. Wonderful, so eloquent of you Hwa, good job—
Hongjoong blinked at the quick incoherent jumble of words that escaped his boyfriend all at once, “Uh…” He cocked his head and narrowed his eyes, "Come again?"
Seonghwa huffed as color filled his features with frustration, more so utter embarrassment, as his thighs squeezed unconsciously against either side of the younger’s hips before then he rolled eyes and mumbled under his breath while turning his head to the side petulantly.
“Mph. I…” He started once more as he turned his gaze back to Hongjoong’s face, whose expression remained unchanging aside from the subtle quirk in the corner of his lip where he'd started to smirk at him.
“I want to…cock warm you…" Seonghwa finally managed, even if he muttered a little, his message still getting across. Letting his hands slide from their place against his boyfriend’s biceps to travel along his shoulders before lowering to cup the broadness of his chest, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth, "…while you work."
Once the words left him, the sharp jolting twitch in the pit of his stomach was almost instantaneous.
Seonghwa blinked as he flexed his delicate fingers against the skin beneath his touch in response, it seemed Hongjoong's cock surely liked the idea?
The two of them simply stared at each other for what realistically was a mere few seconds, but to Seonghwa it felt like hours as he grow more and more impatient as anyone would be when waiting for a response while sitting on cock.
Hongjoong seemingly tensed up in his chair for a split second only to relax just as quickly, before Seonghwa could ask if he was okay he felt the dragging motion of the hands that held his hips begin to travel along his lean frame -almost possessively- from his hips downwards as they placed themselves over the tops of his thighs that were locked around his boyfriend’s middle. Each thigh gained a meaningful squeeze in his grip.
Reclining back into his chair as Hongjoong tilts his head back just enough to cause his hair to gather messily over his forehead while he eyes his boyfriend with the most lustful gaze Seonghwa had ever seen on him all night. He swears the smirk on his face only grew more wolfish, predatory, the longer he looked—
“Is that so...?"
His voice was like honey, gone was the strained tone from before, as if he could drop his blood pressure to a deadly degree if only for the sake of sending him spiralling just by trapping him under his gaze alone.
Hongjoong took his sweet ass time drinking in the sight of his flushed lover that was bunched up in his lap, eyeing him much like a predator would it’s prey, he then let out a a breathy chuckle that cut through the tension between them in the quiet studio. Suddenly Hongjoong began sitting up with a hand tucked protectively against the small of the elder’s back to guide him forward into a bent position until their chests meet and he hooks his chin over Seonghwa’s shoulder only to give his attention back to his monitors.
His tone dripped with temptation as his sinful whispers trickled against the shell of his flushed ear.
"Hm... far be it from me to say no to such a request.”
He sounded taunting. Even with their height difference, Hongjoong seemed to keep coming up with newer ways to tower over Seonghwa with ease. It made a sharp shiver roll down his spine that caused his shoulders to clench up.
“We'll see how long you can last, Bunny."
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Of course the idea had bounced around in his head before when he thought about the two of them, but he often wasn't too confident about bringing new kinks up because of how intense both Seonghwa and his relationship was already when it came to their sex lives—
Handcuffs, Choking, Edging, and the like… but something about this was intense, intimate, even.
That night they all hung out as a group, when San ‘lovingly’ shared the raunchy details of his and Mingi’s sex life for the whole restaurant they were at to hear, he assumed the long he got from Seonghwa was one of discomfort but alas. That was far from the case…
The moment the elder suggested it (while sitting nice and pretty on his cock, mind you),
Hongjoong would never admit this of course, he almost came inside him right then and there if not for his impeccable self control.
Cock warming will quickly become a stable of their intimacy after tonight, and if Hongjoong happened to be staying late at his studio, (which was practically always) Seonghwa knew very well that he'd be getting a notification from his boyfriend asking him over to keep him company. But that was the future…
As of now?
Fuck. The feeling of his boyfriend’s inner muscles contracting and pulsing around him while he typed away at his keyboard was certainly nothing else but a distraction-
Hongjoong got absolutely no work done that first night, however, he put up a very convincing act of nonchalance thanks to the fact that his expression was out of Seonghwa’s view while the elder was preoccupied with staying still like the good bunny he was and only letting out faint panting against his shoulder...
But Hongjoong played it cool, even knowing something so simple like having his cock sit inside his boyfriend would turn him this soft and pliant, he was quite thrilled of the discovery.
His previous desire to buck into him melted away instantly at the way Seonghwa confessed so cutely on his lap, this was definitely becoming their new favorite pass time together in the studio...
That was, until he felt Seonghwa’s breath hitch against the side of his throat where the elder had turned to bury his face into followed by the pressure of his walls tighting ever so desperately around his cock, oh....
Hongjoong felt his fingers forcefully tighten their grip the computer mouse he clenched in his hand, causing it to click and drag the tab he had opened across the twin monitors in front of him with a jerking motion.
Oh.
Oh, he definitely isn't going to get any work done.