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The quiet click of the front door shouldn’t have been enough to wake Hongjoong from his sleep but it was.
He reached a hand out to feel the other side of the bed and just as he‘d thought, it was still warm but it was empty.
Park Seonghwa.
Hongjoong groaned softly and rolled back over, curling in on himself and pulling the covers over his head.
He shouldn’t have felt like he was hungover, but he did.
He was no better than one of Pavlov’s dogs.
Without fail, the empty bed in the morning after Seonghwa would leave gave him a headache and a rush of nausea.
Goddamn Seonghwa.
“This is a terrible idea.” The man had said the very first time they’d hooked up—right before crashing his lips into Hongjoong’s.
“I’m never doing this again.” He’d said the second time, before Hongjoong grabbed him by the waist, spun him around, and pushed him down onto the soft bed.
“This can’t keep happening.” He’d said, half naked on Hongjoong’s lap, long after Hongjoong had lost track of the amount of times they’d gone to bed together.
“I swear it’s the last time.” Seonghwa had said last night, before throwing his long slender legs over Hongjoong’s shoulders.
Every time, Hongjoong would fuck Seonghwa like it was the last time he’d get to.
Because he never knew when the last time would really be the last.
Hongjoong couldn’t help but think that he and Seonghwa were like two parallel lines that weren’t supposed to meet.
Seonghwa—tall, gorgeous, put together, and so aloof.
And Hongjoong—less tall, a bit gremlin-like, and unfortunately quite taken by the other man.
But he could be aloof too. He could.
Maybe he couldn’t help but answer whenever Seonghwa called, but he at least had enough self-control never to call him first.
It was the only way to hide how much he yearned for more from the other man—not just more of his body—he wanted everything from Seonghwa, but he was absolutely certain he couldn’t have it.
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Hongjoong threw back a final soju shot, and waved a hand in front of San’s red face to get his attention.
“Hey I’m gonna head out for the night.”
San looked at him with a look that was a bit too knowing for Hongjoong’s liking.
“It’s Seonghwa isn’t it.”
It wasn’t a question.
Hongjoong looked sheepishly across the table at the rest of his friends who were giving him equally knowing looks.
“Yeah, it’s Seonghwa.” He replied. There was no reason to hide it when they already knew.
Jongho let out a sigh.
“You’re so whipped for him, hyung, and I can’t believe you still haven’t done anything about it.”
“Mind your business.” Hongjoong muttered in a low voice.
“I’m tired of watching you pine over this man who is clearly interested in you.” Jongho said, leaning back against his chair and crossing his arms. “Make a move on him already.”
“I’m so shitty at relationships.” Hongjoong said, throwing his leather jacket over his shoulders. “I know I’d just disappoint him if I tried.”
His friends knew his track record with relationships. The few that he’d had ended on bad terms, blaming Hongjoong for his workaholic nature, so eventually he’d just given up entirely and focused on his friends and his career instead. He had great people in his life and his job as a producer was satisfying and rewarding. Hongjoong had been absolutely happy with that—he still was—but there was just something about Park Seonghwa that had him thinking all kinds of crazy thoughts, what-ifs that shouldn’t ever see the light of day.
“You deserve to be happy.” Yunho said quietly.
“I know. And I am.” Hongjoong said. “It’s just… complicated.”
After bidding his friends goodbye, Hongjoong got into his car and started driving to Seonghwa’s place, still dwelling on what his friends had said.
It had been a really long time since he tried a relationship. Maybe the right timing and the right person could change his perspective.
Could Seonghwa be that person?
Hongjoong reminded himself that the answer was no.
Seonghwa never failed to remind Hongjoong that he thought sleeping together was a mistake—even saying it with Hongjoong’s dick fully inside of him.
But then he still called.
And Hongjoong couldn’t resist a siren’s call.
Hongjoong was still sifting through those thoughts when he walked up to Seonghwa’s apartment door and knocked on it.
Seonghwa opened the door in a black turtleneck and jeans and Hongjoong felt himself swallowing hard as he checked out the man in front of him.
It was all fun and games until Seonghwa was actually in front of him. Every ounce of bravery, every bit of willpower to actually talk to Seonghwa, to do what his friends were telling him to do and ask him out dissolved in Seonghwa’s presence.
Hongjoong was beyond blessed to be sleeping with Seonghwa. He wasn’t about to risk that by trying to push things further than the other man wanted.
“Hey.” Seonghwa greeted him with a smile, and Hongjoong melted as he stepped inside onto the front doormat and toed out of his shoes.
“Hey. How was your day?”
“Stressful.”
“I guess that’s why I’m here then.” Hongjoong chuckled.
Seonghwa hummed in response.
“Want to put on a movie?” Hongjoong asked, moving deeper into the apartment towards the living room.
“Sure.” Seonghwa said, settling onto the couch. “What do you want to watch?”
They both knew they wouldn’t be watching the movie, but it was a habit of theirs sometimes to put something in the background before they got down to what they were actually there for.
Hongjoong sat down next to him. “What’s your favorite movie?”
Seonghwa seemed a bit surprised by the question, maybe even hesitant as he answered.
“Um… well I really like Star Wars, but that’s less of a movie and more of a saga.”
“You know, I’ve never actually seen it. You should put it on”
Hongjoong tried not to stare at the way Seonghwa’s face lit up.
“Really?”
“Why not?”
As Seonghwa looked for his DVDs he launched into some kind of explanation about trilogies and spoilers and something about siblings kissing (?) which Hongjoong did his best to pay attention to while simultaneously looking at Seonghwa’s perfect ass and also thinking about how adorable he was.
Seonghwa pulled out a blanket and sat next to Hongjoong, wriggling into the couch to get more comfortable.
“I’m gonna…” Seonghwa looked at Hongjoong with an almost embarrassed look. “I’m gonna take off my jeans, they’re uncomfortable.”
Hongjoong laughed. “Go ahead. I’ve seen you in a lot less, you don’t have to explain yourself to me.
He shimmied out of his own jeans while Seonghwa was taking off his, in solidarity of course, and then pulled the blanket back over their bare legs.
Seonghwa pressed play on the movie, and let out a giggle when the intro scene started playing.
He was so damn cute.
Hongjoong put his arm behind the small of Seonghwa’s back and pulled him closer, leaning his head against the taller man’s shoulder. Seonghwa was warm and soft and Hoongjoong’s arm fit perfectly around his waist and he decided not to overthink it.
It turned out that Seonghwa really liked Star Wars. He even paused the movie a few times to explain some of the behind the scenes of how they shot the film. It made Hongjoong smile to see how much better of a mood Seonghwa was in already, the sparkle that was missing earlier now back in his eyes.
Movies always made Hongjoong sleepy, and despite the continuous action of the film, Hongjoong found his eyes growing heavier and his head drooping.
After the third time Hongjoong jerked back awake at the sound of lightsabers crossing, Seonghwa looked over at him with an apologetic look.
“Is it boring?”
His eyes were round and his bottom lip jutted out just the slightest bit and Hongjoong couldn’t resist leaning forward and kissing him.
“No baby, it’s a cool movie but I always fall asleep during movies, it’s my curse.”
Baby.
It just kinda… slipped out. Hongjoong had called Seonghwa baby before, but only ever in bed.
He searched Seonghwa’s face for any kind of reaction but didn’t find anything.
“Maybe I can do something to help you stay awake.” Seonghwa said, a familiar flirtatious tone slipping into his voice.
Seonghwa’s hand landed on Hongjoong’s thigh and started moving upwards towards the hem of his boxers and Hongjoong grinned, leaning forward to kiss Seonghwa’s pretty mouth.
The movie continued to play in the background as Hongjoong and Seonghwa made out hot and heavy on the couch. As Seonghwa moaned underneath Hongjoong’s lips, the producer couldn’t help but kiss him harder, swallowing his sounds.
Seonghwa had climbed onto his lap and was grinding into him, both of them still in their boxers. Hongjoong’s hands were securely grasping Seonghwa’s hips.
“Do you wanna take this to the bedroom?” Hongjoong asked as he pressed kisses down Seonghwa’s throat.
“Mm yes please.” Seonghwa replied.
He quickly grabbed the remote and turned off the tv before relaxing into Hongjoong’s kisses again.
They eventually stood, and Hongjoong guided him one kiss at a time in the direction of the bedroom.
Maybe it was because they were sleepy from actually watching the movie instead of just using it as a backtrack to fuck to, maybe it was because Seonghwa was tired and a little stressed, but the frantic pace that they usually set was slowed this evening.
Hongjoong crawled on top of Seonghwa on the mattress, knees on either side of his hips, hands running through his hair as they kissed slowly, languidly. He let his weight settle, they were chest to chest. Occasional bucks of their hips sent pleasure running up their spines, but it didn’t feel like getting off. It felt softer, more intimate. Like affection, rather than an act of sex.
Their rhythm picked up gradually as their lust bloomed and sent neediness into their wandering hands and hungry mouths. They lazily shed their clothes until they were bare. Hongjoong rolled off Seonghwa, pulling him by the hips until they were both on their sides facing each other. Their noses brushed and breath mingled as Hongjoong pulled them close enough that their hips were aligned.
“I want to try something.” Hongjoong said breathily.
Seonghwa nodded in consent.
They were face to face and so close as Hongjoong’s hand came around both their lengths, pressing their cocks together. Seonghwa groaned as he shifted his hips somehow even closer, a magic bottle of lube appearing in one of his hands from god knows where. Seonghwa popped the cap and poured the lube into his palm, quickly bringing his hand down to where Hongjoong’s was and wrapping around the other side where Hongjoong’s encircled fingers couldn’t quite close.
Hongjoong gripped their bases while Seonghwa slicked them up. His finger sliding between their dicks pushed a soft moan out of Seonghwa’s mouth.
Hongjoong lived for the noises that Seonghwa made in bed. The way his sounds would go from soft groans to high-pitched whines, depending on how they fucked. Right then his voice was low, breathy, strained.
“Fuck, I’ve always wanted to try this.” Seonghwa mumbled as he started thrusting into their grips. “It’s so fucking hot.”
Hongjoong’s leg slid between Seonghwa’s thighs as his hips pushed them even closer. The slide of their cocks together was delicious. Hongjoong’s other hand gripped tightly to Seonghwa’s waist as Seonghwa’s fingers dug into his shoulders. They stole kisses that were mostly just brushes of lips and tongues, panting into each other’s mouths. Seonghwa’s hand slid up farther and the sensation of the ridges of their heads brushing past each other made Hongjoong groan.
“Seonghwa. Fuck.”
Seonghwa’s movement slowed automatically as Hongjoong began thrusting into their hands. Communicating with Seonghwa in bed was so easy, like their past lives had been spent learning exactly what the other needed and they fell right back into that in this life.
Seonghwa added more lube as Hongjoong’s mouth went to his collarbones, tasting the saltiness of the sweat on his skin. Seonghwa’s hand came back in between them, fingers intertwining with Hongjoong’s as they thrusted in tandem into their slickened grip.
Their rhythms ebbed and flowed like music, faster here, slower there, percussion building up into a crescendo.
Seonghwa’s fingers tightened, his head tilted down, his teeth grazed Hongjoong’s neck as he whimpered against his skin.
“I’m gonna– I’m,” Seonghwa cried. “Nnghh–Hongjoong!”
The way Seonghwa whined out his name as he came sent Hongjoong over the edge.
With a few heavy thrusts he was coming too.
They kept their hands clasped together around their dicks, riding it out until Seonghwa twitched from overstimulation.
Hongjoong wanted to roll over and pass out, but he knew how Seonghwa was. He stole a few more kisses from the blissed out man next to him, then rolled off the bed to grab some towels to clean them up. He wiped Seonghwa first, then himself, then placed the other towel over the damp spot on the sheets. When he collapsed on the bed again, Seonghwa curled up into him. A whispered ‘thank you’ followed by sleepy kisses on his neck sent Hongjoong’s heart into overdrive.
“Of course, baby. Anything for you.” He muttered into Seonghwa’s hair in reply.
Hongjoong pulled Seonghwa as close as he could without getting him on the damp spot, closed his eyes, and silently prayed that there would never be a last time.