Work Text:
Hongjoong personally has never understood the mindset of sleeping with your professor in order to pass a class, but at this point he is definitely considering it.
He didn’t learn shit in calculus. The entire semester consisted of him relying on his extremely kind classmate to explain her answers to him, then turning to the internet for his homework assignments. Even then he still managed to fuck something up, resulting in average grades that brought down his overall class grade. Now it’s the end of the semester and his final test is tomorrow, and no matter how many times he looks through his notes or the class textbook or even online, he still does not understand fucking derivatives.
Ok so, he has the weakest grasp on the concept, but he doesn’t understand what makes one problem’s process different from the last. He wishes he had gotten his classmate’s number, but he’s already bothered her enough these past sixteen weeks. Instead, he’s texting Wooyoung, who knows fuck all about anything related to math.
Me:
Dude, I’ve figured it out
Bitch:
omg, you understand the letters and numbers now? yay :D
Me:
Lol, no, I’m gonna suck my prof’s dick
Bitch:
D:
Bitch:
pls don’t
Hongjoong groans and rolls onto his back. His useless notes crinkle underneath him and his feet tangle in his bedsheets. It’s not a productive use of his dwindling time to text Wooyoung; his friend hasn’t taken a math class since his freshman year and he barely survived himself. But if Hongjoong doesn’t complain to someone, his night looks a lot like it will end with his head through a wall. Besides, if he’s distracted from his studies, he can almost feel like his test isn’t tomorrow.
Me:
Do you think I’m his type?
Bitch:
his wife is probably his type.
Bitch:
just bc u haven’t had a good fuck in a while doesn’t mean u should be a homewrecker
Me:
Boo, at least play along and amuse me
Bitch:
you’ll be well amused when you have to take that class again haha
Me:
>:( stupid head meanie
Bitch:
there’s no need for such hateful language, bitch
It’s one in the morning. His class is at nine. He’s guessing it will take at least another two hours until he either has the slightest understanding or he completely gives up. After that, it will take him at least another hour to get ready for bed and fall asleep. Unless he can’t get comfortable and his brain continuously shows him blurry images of math equations, so that’s another hour. He wakes up at seven, so he’s looking at about three hours of sleep. Shit. In such a zombie state he’ll definitely fail the test. He texts Wooyoung with one last plea.
Me:
Woo, please break into my dorm tonight and kill me.
If Hongjoong had a roommate, he would pester them instead. Wooyoung is basically all he has at this point, along with Wooyoung’s boyfriends. It’s hard to make friends when your days consist of class, homework, work, and spending the rest of the day in a depressive slump as you scroll endlessly through Tik Tok. It’s just easier to have his three friends and not worry about anyone else.
Bitch:
ok, since you seem like you’re on the brink of insanity, i’m sending you someone’s number.
Bitch:
i didn’t want to do it because he’s kind of a dick but he passed calc and took a shit ton of other math classes
Hongjoong stares blankly at his phone until the screen fades.
Me:
Wtf, why are you sending it now??
I’ve been losing my mind since ten!!
Bitch:
because he’s mean, listen to what i said, idiot!
Bitch:
his name is beomseok. when you talk to him don’t make any of your usual gayass jokes because he’s kind of super homophobic :p
Hongjoong rolls his eyes. He’s not even going to ask why Wooyoung has a homophobe’s number. As long as he can take advantage of this asshole’s knowledge, then that’s the gay agenda or something, right? He can totally put on his straight persona for the text conversation— if this Beomseok is even awake.
Wooyoung gives him the number and Hongjoong copies it and starts a new message. He’s gotta do this strategically.
Me:
Hey, man, Jung Wooyoung gave me your number, he says you’re pretty good at math? I suck at it, and I’m kind of actively losing my mind.
Could you explain the basics of derivatives to me, or even just some tips? I’ve got a final tomorrow, and I could send you some money if you help me out.
He hits send, already anxious. He dropped most of the niceties and exclamation points that he would usually use in his text messages. Straight men don’t respect you unless you’re assertive, right? The message conveys the urgency of his matter without him coming across as a little bitch. Hopefully.
Ten minutes pass, and Beomseok’s response is very underwhelming.
?:
sorry, who is this?
Hongjoong immediately feels fucked.
Me:
I’m friends with Wooyoung, my name is Kim Hongjoong. Can you help me?
He almost tacks on a sassy “ or not? ” or even a pathetic “ please? ” but decides against them both. Hongjoong is really starting to doubt this guy’s intelligence because he still seems either hesitant to help or all around clueless.
?:
wooyoung?
Hongjoong has already lost his patience as he texts,
Me:
Yes, I’m friends with Wooyoung! Please just tell me if you’ll help me,
because if you won’t then I’ll just go fuck myself.
This guy needs to catch up. Hongjoong’s frustration is making his brain produce at least a hundred thoughts per second, and this guy is averaging one thought a minute. Is it his fault he’s in this situation? Yes. Is he going to make it everyone else’s problem? Absolutely.
?:
oh, sorry, I can help! just give me one second,
and I’ll help you however I can
Well, that was a switch up. Maybe being a little bit of a dick works in your favor sometimes? Life lesson: learned.
Me:
Ok cool.
Hongjoong really doesn’t want to be a jerk, but if this guy is homophobic like Wooyoung said then it wouldn’t bother him much. Depending on how much shit Beomseok gives him, Hongjoong might have some fun being an asshole. It’s been so long since he’s gotten into a good argument. It could help blow off some steam. Almost as satisfying as sex.
Beomseok texts back about five minutes later.
?:
ok, I’m ready to help! do you know if your professor mainly gives you sin and cos problems, or log?
Hongjoong already wants to end his shit, but he responds, Idk, I guess he does the sin and cos shit a lot . Math sucks, but listening to someone explain it to you when you already feel so helpless makes it suck even more.
?:
so derivatives are basically a specific point on a curved line, right?
Me:
…Sure, if you say so?
?:
haha, they are, I wouldn’t lie to you! do you know what some of the rules are?
Me:
Rules? Like, for solving them?
?:
like d/dx (sinx) = cosx ?
Hongjoong is doomed. Fucked, in a pickle, a tight spot, if you will. He feels a headache coming on.
Me:
Ah, fuck me to next Wednesday, no I don’t know the damn rules. Guess those were introduced near the beginning of the class, huh?
?:
lol, yeah most likely
Me:
Can you tell me the rest of the rules please?
?:
of course :) please is a magic word, usually gets me what I want
Huh. Hongjoong stares at that smiley face, trying to find nefarious meaning in it, but there is no deeper context. Just an emoticon to make the tone of the text more friendly. This doesn’t seem like asshole homophobe behavior, especially after Hongjoong was a little mean.
Beomseok sends Hongjoong the rest of the rules and tries to explain them in simple terms. Hongjoong doesn’t feel like he is being talked down to. Instead, it feels like Beomseok is trying to make the topic easier to grasp for someone who has never been great in math. Hongjoong really appreciates it. He hates when someone uses big words or unfamiliar concepts to explain something; he thinks that the person gets off on the power kick of knowing something that someone else doesn’t.
After Beomseok sends a picture of some practice problems solved step by step that he wrote with blue ink on notebook paper, Hongjoong is driven to apologize.
Me:
Hey, I’m sorry for being kind of snappy earlier. You’re totally saving my life here, I’m not usually an ass.
?:
I understand! finals season was always stressful, I remember how it wears you down mentally. don’t worry, you didn’t hurt my feelings too badly lol
Hongjoong smiles at his phone and doesn’t realize he’s doing it until he catches his faint reflection on the screen. He goes back to his messages with Wooyoung.
Me:
Hey, this Beomseok guy is actually really nice?
Bitch:
yeah, that’s bc he doesn’t know ur gay
Me:
Oh, right
The homophobia of it all slips Hongjoong’s mind every time Beomseok sends smiley face emoticons. If Hongjoong were an idiot, he would think it’s endearing.
Him and Beomseok go back and forth for a while, and it’s only a little past two in the morning when Hongjoong finally feels like he can solve some equations without the desire to spontaneously combust. Beomseok actually tells Hongjoong that he’s “so proud of him”, which is weird as hell but also nicely strokes Hongjoong’s need for praise. He doesn’t think it through enough before he sends,
Me:
Man, thank you so much, honestly. You deserve to have your ass ate fr
And then he immediately panics because what the fuck, that’s kind of a gay thing to say.
Me:
I mean,, if you’re into that idk!
Me:
Sorry, that was super inappropriate.
Well, at least he didn’t fuck up until after he got the tutoring out of the way. Maybe Beomseok will be so disgusted that he won’t even make Hongjoong pay him.
?:
oh wow, at least buy me a coffee first babe lol
Hongjoong’s mouth drops open. Babe? That… well. That makes Hongjoong’s face heat up a bit. Is this something mean homophobes do? Play along with some gayness because it’s just a joke to them? Surely that’s what that was. Beomseok sends another text almost immediately, which Hongjoong sees as a blessing since he has no idea how to respond to that.
?:
I have to sleep now, but please let me know how your test goes!!
?:
it was nice talking to you
Me:
Yeah, sure
This guy has got to be so full of shit.
It doesn’t take Hongjoong forever to fall asleep like he had feared. His brain flashes images of letters and numbers for a few minutes, but then he’s out, sleeping better than he has the last two weeks.
When Hongjoong finally leaves the chilly lecture hall, he feels like he’s been freed from prison. The sky is so much more blue than he remembers it being, and the sun feels like gentle lines of kisses on his skin. As long as he gets a passing grade on that test, he’ll never have to think about this stupid fucking class again. If he’s really lucky, he’ll never have to do more than basic math ever again.
Hongjoong wants to get his grade soon, and not just to finally wipe his mind of everything math related. If he’s honest with himself, he wants to talk to Beomseok again and be praised for passing. Even if he fails, he’s sure that Beomseok will respond with something stupid like “Aw, that’s ok, you tried your best and that’s all that matters!”. Seriously, Hongjoong thinks Wooyoung was wrong about him. There’s no way someone that nice and good at math can be homophobic.
He goes out with Wooyoung that night to celebrate another semester finished. They each only have one more semester until they’re done with university, and then they’re free to do whatever the fuck they want— so long as that bitch capitalism allows it. They get properly fucked up for the first time in a while. Hongjoong takes Wooyoung back to his dorm with him so they can suffer together in the morning.
As they’re lying on the floor in the tiny living room, Hongjoong’s phone buzzes with a notification. It’s from the app that tracks his courses and updates him on assignments and grades. His stomach drops.
“Hey, Wooyoung, I think my… my calculus test was graded,” Hongjoong says, words slurred together. Wooyoung’s only response is a grunt.
Hongjoong opens the app, taps to reveal the grade, and almost faints.
“Oh, thank fuck.” Relief hits him like a train. He got an 83. That’s better than any test grade he’s gotten in calculus all semester. It’s high enough that he’ll pass the class, given his professor doesn’t pull something.
“Wooyoung, I passed!” Hongjoong angles his phone for his friend to see. Wooyoung glances over, gives Hongjoong a tiny smile and a thumbs up, and then rolls onto his side so that he can throw a leg over one of Hongjoong’s.
“You’re welcome,” Wooyoung says into Hongjoong’s shoulder as he cuddles up against him.
“You didn’t do shit,” Hongjoong says.
“Gave you Beomseok’s number.”
Right, Beomseok. Hongjoong almost drops his phone on his face with how quickly he screenshots his grade. It’s barely midnight, so Beomseok is probably still awake.
When Hongjoong opens their messages, he is momentarily distracted by the last few texts exchanged between them. Hongjoong is embarrassed that he slipped up so bad (Who talks like that to a stranger?), but he’s even more embarrassed by Beomseok’s response. After having all evening to think about it, Hongjoong is sure that Beomseok was teasing him in that way that straight guys do. It definitely felt like he was mocking homosexuality.
Despite this conclusion, Hongjoong sends the screenshot. He doesn’t add a caption though because he’s feeling a little prickly. Beomseok replies not even a minute later.
?:
omg, congrats! that’s so good hongjoong, you did great! gold star sticker for you :D
Hongjoong finds it extremely difficult to be peeved at someone who uses happy emoticons. His arms start to ache a little from holding his phone above himself, but he can’t move and disturb Wooyoung. He pretends like this action is building his arm muscles and pushes through the burn.
Me:
Lol, thank you. I’ll put the sticker on my shirt. For real though, thank you for helping me, Beomseok
The dots on the screen appear, disappear, and eventually reappear again. Hongjoong waits patiently, intrigued by the delay.
?:
ok so, I guess now is a good time to tell you that I’m not beomseok.
?:
Idek who that is
“What the fuck,” Hongjoong says aloud, prompting Wooyoung to groan again and nuzzle deeper into Hongjoong’s shoulder.
Me:
Oh?? But this is the number my friend gave me…
?:
well, your friend must have given you the wrong number.
?:
sorry if this is disappointing to you lol
Hongjoong aggressively shrugs a shoulder in an effort to rouse Wooyoung, who lets out a long grumble.
“What the fuck’s wrong with you,” Wooyoung says as a statement instead of a question.
“You gave me the wrong number, dummy. This person I was texting for math help isn’t Beomseok.”
Wooyoung mumbles something under his breath, and then he clumsily readjusts himself so that he can grab Hongjoong’s phone. He holds it close to his face and blinks a few times.
“Hmm. Nope, that’s not Beomseok’s number.”
“I literally copied it directly from your message.”
“Ok? So I typed it wrong, what do you want from me,” Wooyoung throws his leg and arm over Hongjoong again.
Hongjoong huffs. He’s been texting a total stranger this entire time? Well, Beomseok is also a stranger to him, but at least Wooyoung knew him. If this number has no connection at all to Wooyoung or Hongjoong, why would they help him with calculus?
Me:
Wtf? So who are you then? Why did you help me with math? Are you a homophobe?
?:
what
?:
why would you ask me if I’m a homophobe wtf
Hongjoong frowns. It’s suspicious to answer his questions with more questions. Despite this, a stubborn spark of hope tries to catch in his chest.
Me:
Answer the question!!
?:
no I’m not homophobic I’m literally gay :(
That’s an upgrade, for sure. Hongjoong feels some of the tension leave his body.
Me:
Sorry, the guy whose number this was SUPPOSED TO BE is homophobic lol
?:
why would your friend give you a homophobe’s number for math help?
Me:
Um because I was going insane? Also it is fun to take advantage of people and bully them haha :)
?:
you’re kind of scary. I like it
“Why are you moving so much?” Wooyoung asks. “It’s nap time.”
“We are not sleeping on the floor, Woo. Go lay in my bed, ok?” Hongjoong slides his phone into his pocket so he can pull Wooyoung up. He knows if they fall asleep on the floor, Wooyoung will wake him up a few hours later to grumble about back pain.
Wooyoung goes into complete ragdoll mode. With some maneuvering and a lot of bickering, Hongjoong is able to steer him to the bedroom and leave him curled up on the bed like a cat.
Hongjoong knows that he should sleep too, that a killer headache is going to overtake him soon, but he’s too curious about this stranger. What kind of sicko does calculus if they don’t absolutely need to? He ignores the stranger’s previous comment.
Me:
What are your pronouns, if you don’t mind me asking
?:
he/him :) what about you?
Me:
Yeah same. So… Do you know me? Or Wooyoung? Why would you help me?
?:
I’m sorry, I can’t say that I’ve met a hongjoong or wooyoung
?:
Idk, I could just sense your desperation through the phone lol.
?:
I would’ve felt bad if I didn’t help. thought a helpful stranger would make your finals week a little less hellish. I was in that spot a year ago.
Me:
So my desperation was tangible through text, huh?
Gross. But thanks… I guess there are still good people in the world
?:
you have too much faith in me
Hongjoong should move on. He doesn’t need this guy anymore. He doesn’t know anything about him.
Me:
What’s ur name. How old are you
Great. Hongjoong turns off his phone and rolls his eyes at himself. He makes his way back to the living room and flops down on the couch. His stomach turns and he has to take a steadying breath.
?:
park seonghwa and I’m 23
Pretty name , drunken Hongjoong responds before he can stop himself. He’s relieved this guy is close to his own age— or at least, Hongjoong chooses to believe he’s telling the truth about his age.
?:
are u flirting with me, hongjoong?
Hongjoong’s stomach flips, but this time it isn’t nausea from the alcohol.
Me:
Maybe. Idk. I’m really drunk rn. Celebrating u know
?:
you deserve to celebrate. I didn’t help that much, you’re smarter than u give yourself credit for
Me:
No way, man, I couldn’t have done it without ur help. I owe u
?:
I don’t want your money hongjoong
Me:
There are other methods of payment
Hongjoong almost throws his phone. Why is he flirting with a complete stranger? Is he that bored? Is he that desperate? If he wants attention from men, he should just get back on dating apps. Oh, but the apps are so dreadful…
His phone buzzes. Hongjoong waits a few seconds to pick it up.
?:
oh ok. I don’t think I’m misinterpreting this, but hongjoong I think you should sleep off the alcohol before you text something sober you might not like haha
He’s right. The complete stranger (Park Seonghwa. Pretty name) is right. He is not in the best mindset right now. The alcohol makes his stomach turn, but he feels good otherwise. Light. Lighter than he has in months. His brain is floaty and he really wants to keep flirting because it’s fun and easy for the drunk version of him.
Instead, he puts his phone on silent, rolls onto his back, and passes the fuck out on the couch.
Hongjoong awakens in the morning to his own drool on his arm and a dull headache. When he lifts his head, he notices a glass of water on his coffee table. He doesn’t remember leaving that there, but he gladly takes generous sips from the glass.
“Good morning sunshine,” Wooyoung greets from the kitchen.
Hongjoong winces. “Your voice… it’s so loud.”
“I’m talking much softer than usual, asshole,” Wooyoung hisses.
“Did you leave that water for me?” Hongjoong asks groggily.
“Yes I did,” Wooyoung says, still a little snippy. He must be a bit hungover as well.
“Thank you, I love you. You’re the best.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
Hongjoong sits up and runs a hand through his messy hair. He needs to take a shower; he feels disgusting. But first he needs an aspirin.
When he stands up, something clatters to the floor and the sound makes Hongjoong wince and Wooyoung swear.
“What the fuck, bitch. You’re gonna break that thing with how much you drop it.”
Hongjoong looks down to see his phone on the floor. He must have fallen asleep with it in his lap last night. When he lifts it, the screen lights up to show the notifications he missed while his phone was off. There’s a couple texts from Yeosang and San asking if Wooyoung is alright (Hongjoong assumes Wooyoung texted them since no one is banging down his door right now) and one from a number with no contact name.
?:
hongjoong, are u dead
Shit, why is this guy still texting him?
Me:
Worse, hungover
Shit, why is he texting back? He changes the name and adds the number to his contacts.
Me:
Hey, sorry about my last weird message. I was really drunk and I wasn’t thinking right
Maybe Seonghwa didn’t even know what he meant. Hongjoong barely knows what he meant. He should just let this conversation fade out, and not respond if the other man texts back.
Park Seonghwa:
u mean the message where u implied sexual favors as payment? are we talking about that message?
Hongjoong groans, mortified.
“What’s wrong?” Wooyoung asks as he ambles into the living room. “Who are you texting?”
“No one,” Hongjoong answers a little too quickly.
“Don’t tell me it’s the not Beomseok.” Wooyoung sounds amused and comes closer to try and look at the screen.
The last text sounds terrible out of context (and in context, honestly), so he holds his phone to his chest.
“Why would you ask me that?”
“Oh my god, you're totally texting him. Them? Her?”
“Him,” Hongjoong supplies.
Wooyoung grins. It’s his evil grin that makes Hongjoong immediately want to fight. “Oh, Joong. Are you really that bored? Do you need attention from a man that badly?”
“Are your boyfriends on their way yet?” Hongjoong almost adds you’re pissing me off, but that would sound mean, and he doesn’t really mean it. Maybe he does deserve Wooyoung’s teasing for entertaining this stranger.
“Hyung,” Wooyoung says, voice dripping with faux sweetness, “if you’re really that desperate, we would happily take a fourth.”
Hongjoong glares at him. “How are you not suffering from a raging headache? I thought you drank more than me.”
Wooyoung shrugs and sits down on the couch where Hongjoong was just a minute before. “I have a higher tolerance than you, you know that.”
Hongjoong gets distracted when his phone buzzes.
Park Seonghwa:
it’s alright though, I thought it was funny. ur a pretty funny guy :)
Is this stranger flirting, or just being nice? Hongjoong can’t find it within himself to care.
“I’m going to take a shower,” he says to Wooyoung as he shuffles towards the bathroom, eyes on his phone.
Me:
Thanks. usually I think I just come across as an asshole
Park Seonghwa texts back immediately.
Park Seonghwa:
being a little snarky doesn’t make u an asshole. there’s charm to it
Hongjoong sits on the floor as he waits for the water to heat up and thinks about how to respond to that. Seriously, why is this guy so nice? He must be as bored as Hongjoong is.
Me:
If you say so. I’m gonna shower real quick
Park Seonghwa:
take a pic and that could be ur payment
Park Seonghwa:
I’m kidding btw pls don’t block me
Hongjoong scoffs and hates how that works on him. If he knew this guy, he would probably do it just for the fun of it. Just to be a tease.
Me:
Yeah, you wish
Now that the semester is over and his brain isn’t occupied with useless math, Hongjoong spends his entire shower thinking about his shitty dating life. It’s been… well, a while since he’s had sex. Hell, since he’s even kissed anyone. He had been in a somewhat serious relationship during his freshman year, but then five months in the other guy cheated. So fuck him.
After that he only ever wanted hookups, but none have proven to be satisfying. He knows if he downloaded those dating apps again it would be easier to find people he’s sexually compatible with, but he ran into one too many creeps on those. Too many people who led with “You look younger than you are” and meant it as a compliment. Gross.
If he didn’t think of them as his family, Hongjoong probably would’ve accepted Wooyoung’s offer of joining his throuple, even if it was just a joke. They’re all very sweet and pretty men, but Hongjoong loves them in a different way. He’d never say it to their faces, but he loves them more than his blood family.
Maybe it is his sex drought that’s making it impossible for him to just leave this number, this Park Seonghwa, alone. It’s not like he’s going to try to hook up with the guy. It’s just fun to pretend like the possibility is there. The man is gay, nice, and told Hongjoong that he’s funny and smart, and well, Hongjoong is the type to fall a little bit in love with the barista over a nice conversation.
So there’s really no harm in it, if you ask him.
When Hongjoong gets out of the shower, there are more men in his apartment than before.
Wooyoung, San, and Yeosang are all talking excitedly about something, they’re practically speaking over one another. Hongjoong can’t even begin to hope to understand what they’re yelling about. Yeosang spots him out of the corner of his eye and greets him with a cheery “Hongjoong!”
San immediately runs over to hug him and Hongjoong pats his head. “Hey, guys.”
“Congrats on your calculus final! We knew you could do it, hyung,” San says into Hongjoong’s neck.
Hongjoong peeks over San’s head at Wooyoung, evaluating him for a look that says yeah and we were totally making fun of you for getting math help from some rando and then continuing to text him , but Wooyoung just winks. Whatever the hell that means.
“Yeah,” Yeosang says, clapping a hand on Wooyoung’s shoulder. “Except Wooyoung. He was talking mad shit.”
Hongjoong rolls his eyes.
Once his friends leave, he turns his attention back to his phone.
Park Seonghwa:
lame. any fun plans for today?
Hongjoong plops back down on his couch.
Me:
I should probably clean… I haven’t deep cleaned my whole apartment since last semester
Me:
I need to start looking for a job soon too. I had a part time retail job for a year but I quit before finals
Hongjoong is thinking about all of the tips he’s heard about internet safety and stranger danger. Don’t tell anyone where you live, work, or go to school. Now this man knows that he used to work retail, and he’s a college student. He’s doomed.
He kind of wants to share his exact address.
Park Seonghwa:
oh I love to clean :)
Park Seonghwa:
are u gonna wear gloves to protect ur hands
Me:
Don’t own any gloves
That’s kind of a weird thing to ask, Hongjoong thinks. He also thinks it’s weird to love to clean.
Park Seonghwa: I can let u borrow mine. or I can keep my gloves and use them myself when I come over to help u clean :]
Me: Yeah, not a chance in hell lol
Park Seonghwa: damn, u are such a buzzkill.
Park Seonghwa:
what if I said picture me on my hands and knees, scrubbing the floors? what if I said I’d wear a maid outfit
Hongjoong laughs. He’s well aware that he’s grinning at his phone like an idiot. He’s so glad Wooyoung isn’t here to witness it.
Me:
hmm… still no
In true stranger danger fashion, Seonghwa responds with a gif of a cute cartoon bunny crying.
Me:
What are you gonna do today?
Park Seonghwa:
lately I’ve been spending my days reading when I’m not working. I’m determined to finish my book today!
Me:
What are you reading
The text bubble pops up, disappears, and pops up again. It’s taking a long time, and Hongjoong figures Seonghwa is typing out the entire plot line, his favorite parts, and the moral of the thing. Instead, Hongjoong gets a short and seemingly unrelated response:
Park Seonghwa:
do u consent to see a slightly sexual picture
Hongjoong blinks. How did they get onto this topic? Weren’t they just talking about reading? Hongjoong is curious though, and he does want to see a slightly sexual picture.
Me:
sure, why the hell not
A few seconds later an image comes through, and Hongjoong gets whiplash from the emotions that go through him. First he’s relieved to not see a dick, and then he’s confused, and then he feels a bit scandalized.
Me:
Are you,, reading hetero monster porn
Park Seonghwa:
it’s hard to find good queer monster erotica :(
This is a bit of a shock. Hongjoong did not expect to be staring at a naked woman wrapped in bright green tentacles, a blissed out expression on her face and some creature (the owner of the tentacles?) looming over her shoulder at eleven in the morning. Never in Hongjoong’s life has he seen someone hold a physical copy of erotic literature.
Even though the cover is a lot to look at (kudos to the artist, phenomenal work, Hongjoong thinks), Hongjoong is distracted by the hand that holds the book. It’s a very pretty hand, with long fingers and neat nails. He counts three rings.
Ok so this stranger has nice hands, so what? Hongjoong isn’t so desperate that he’ll let that affect him.
He resists the urge to text that’s a pretty necklace and instead sends:
Me:
So… you’re a monster fucker or something?
Park Seonghwa:
pls don’t think I’m weird but
Hongjoong gets a little fidgety while waiting for the next text. But what? What could possibly be weirder than reading heterosexual monster porn as a gay man? He supposes making the love interest a monster could make the text queer… Hongjoong could see the appeal then. Well, maybe not.
Park Seonghwa:
I kind of only read erotica. no other genre can hold my attention for long enough
Hongjoong is extremely sex positive, but there’s no way that can be healthy. Strictly reading erotic fiction? That’s like only being able to watch porn and no other movies. He’s not one to judge, but it slips out with his next message.
Me:
Are you like a freak or something
The text is sent before Hongjoong can overthink his options.
Park Seonghwa:
yeah i guess u could say that
Hongjoong’s stomach flips upon reading the text. He’s not even going to try to deny it?
The anonymity that text provides is freeing, so it sort of makes sense to Hongjoong. When you comment under someone’s post on social media, it’s not like you’re talking to a human being’s face. You're just responding to an icon and a wall of text. Right now, Hongjoong is a wall of text, and Seonghwa is embracing anonymity.
Hongjoong stares at the hand in the photo again.
Me:
Well,, let me know if the book ends how you want it to
Me:
Do you have any helpful cleaning tips for me? Usually I just go over everything with a Clorox wipe
Park Seonghwa:
D: what the fuck
Hongjoong does actually spend the majority of his day cleaning. He puts on a metal mix and lets the loud music bounce off the walls of his empty apartment while he scrubs his shower. Cleaning the shower is his least favorite task, so he saves it for last. His random burst of cleaning motivation is beginning to dwindle now, and all he wants to do is learn more about Park Seonghwa. So far Hongjoong knows he is decent at math, he’s nice, he has a job, he likes to clean, and he reads erotic literature. Oh, and he has very pretty hands that Hongjoong definitely hasn’t been thinking about for the past hour.
Me:
I’m almost done cleaning
Me:
I wish I had those gloves now, my hands feel so gross. Why do they burn kind of,,
Park Seonghwa:
wash them thoroughly when ur done!
Park Seonghwa:
gloves not only protect ur hands, but they add some spice to cleaning, don’t u think?
Me:
I cannot possibly begin to understand what you mean by that
Again, the pattern of the text bubble appearing and disappearing happens. Hongjoong thinks it’s funny that Seonghwa takes so long to decide on whether he wants to be honest or not, but then the text bubble actually disappears and Hongjoong pouts.
Me:
Just tell me, dammit!!
Me:
seonghwa, pretty please tell me what
you mean, my curiosity is killing me
Park Seonghwa:
lol, ok kitty
Hongjoong huffs.
Park Seonghwa:
latex gloves are just,, they feel so…
Park Seonghwa:
sensual I guess? at least to me
Park Seonghwa:
like the way they fit snug against ur hands and how u can still feel touches through them because the material is so thin..
Park Seonghwa:
tbh I don’t think I could do a full latex suit bc I’m a bit claustrophobic but
gloves and spandex,, just thinking about someone dragging their fingers over the material…
Me:
do you need me to give you the room…
Park Seonghwa:
sorry haha I get a little lost in my head sometimes
Hongjoong leans against the bathroom wall and stretches his legs out in front of himself on the plastic tiles. He tries to imagine wearing powder blue latex gloves, but it’s been so long that he can’t remember how they feel. He’ll just have to take Seonghwa’s word for it.
Park Seonghwa:
does it bother you to talk about sexual things? I should have asked first, I’m sorry
Me:
It doesn’t bother me, sexuality is a natural thing. And it’s fun
Me:
And it seems like you are… a very sexual person if you don’t mind me saying
Park Seonghwa:
don’t mind at all. I kind of have a crazy libido so tell me to stfu if it gets too much
Hongjoong feels a little sweaty and jittery now. He’s… nervous. There’s another emotion there too, something very close in feeling to being nervous. He’s excited. He almost scrubs a hand over his face to wipe away the embarrassment, but then he freezes when he remembers the chemicals on his hand. In place of the movement, he groans, voicing his embarrassment to his walls and probably his downstairs neighbors. Bathroom pipes carry sound.
He cringes as he types his response.
Me:
It really is ok, Seonghwa. I like it
Park Seonghwa:
oh? you like it huh?
Me:
don’t read too much into that
Park Seonghwa:
too late. I’ve already made a
head cannon for u. I think u get off on being embarrassed
Hongjoong almost drops his phone from how quickly he responds.
Me:
LET’S CHANGE THE SUBJECT
Park Seonghwa:
ok :)
Hongjoong sets his phone down on the floor beside him and closes his eyes. He has to take a few deep breaths. This is probably bad. The route that he led their conversation down (or that he let Seonghwa lead it down) is dangerous. He doesn’t know anything about this guy, not really. Why can’t he find it within himself to care? Does he have no survival instincts?
Me:
Tell me about other things you like. Nonsexual things.
Park Seonghwa:
ok!! So I really like to build Lego sets…
They text for another hour. Hongjoong’s ass has grown numb from sitting on the hard floor for so long, but he can’t bring himself to get up. Since they’ve been texting, he has learned that Seonghwa owns way too many Legos, and that he enjoys sci-fi and horror movies. Except he only really enjoys horror if the killer is some kind of creature, but he’ll put up with human killers if he has to. He lives alone too, in an apartment a little bit larger than Hongjoong’s. He works at home as a website designer, unless he has to travel for meetings. He also shared the fact that he has really bad eyesight, so Hongjoong assumes he wears glasses.
Hongjoong doesn’t share too much about himself. He tells Seonghwa that he’s obsessed with music and it’s hard for him to get through tasks without putting something on. He also tells him that he’s really into fashion, and lately he’s been obsessed with DIY and Y2K grunge looks. Seonghwa asks for pictures, and Hongjoong sends pictures of other people wearing outfits similar to what he goes for. Seonghwa doesn’t comment on the fact that the pictures are obviously not him. He’s glad for that.
Eventually, Seonghwa tells Hongjoong that he has a few errands to run so he’ll message later. Hongjoong texts him goodbye and finally leaves his bathroom.
His joints ache and he has pins and needles down his legs, but at least he can look at his clean apartment now. It feels good to not be surrounded by mess anymore. Although, with all of the clutter out of the way, he is now aware of just how empty his apartment feels. His lack of furniture— and lack of people— is very obvious to him now. He’ll have to invite the Unholy Trinity over soon to fill in the space.
He glances at his phone. Maybe he won’t keep Wooyoung up to date on… whatever this is.
Hongjoong’s weeks consist of drawing, going out with his friends, applying to jobs, and texting Seonghwa. He has started to anticipate texts from him in the morning when he wakes up, and is disappointed when it’s well into the afternoon before the other man texts him. It’s a great way to pass the time; Hongjoong finds that he misses the process of learning about someone new. He considers himself an expert on all things Unholy Trinity (a name he coined, much to their disappointment), so it’s been a hot minute since he’s had a puzzle to piece together.
Seonghwa is truly not that difficult of a puzzle. He’s surprisingly an open book and will answer any question Hongjoong asks. The possibility that he could be lying about everything is still on the back of Hongjoong’s mind, but so could every person he has ever met in real life. Hongjoong has never been very good at knowing when people lie or use sarcasm, so what does it matter that he only knows Seonghwa through his phone?
The only piece that Hongjoong is missing is what Seonghwa looks like. They’ve been talking consistently for a little over two weeks now, and Hongjoong doesn’t think it’s all that important to know what Seonghwa looks like. When he thinks of him, he sees pretty hands that hold a phone, silver rings that glint in low lamp light.
His phone buzzes and he sets down his charcoal pencil. He was looking at pictures of his friends to work on dynamic poses and anatomy. The side of his hand is stained with dark gray dust.
Park Seonghwa:
I just finished my newest lego set
Me:
The pirate ship?
Park Seonghwa:
yeah!!
Me:
Send a pic immediately or else
Park Seonghwa:
:]
An image comes through and Hongjoong clicks on it to see it better. It’s an honest to god pirate ship, Jolly Roger and all, and Hongjoong wouldn’t have even been able to tell it was made from Legos if he didn’t know initially. The deck of the ship even has cargo, and there are holes for canons on the side. The ship is currently on what looks like Seonghwa’s kitchen table, which is incredibly packed with random things like chargers, mail, and a laptop. Hongjoong can see another erotic book amongst the mess; this one looks like it’s about cowboys— he can’t tell if it’s gay or not. Hongjoong thinks he should find this quirk of Seonghwa’s to be off putting, but he doesn’t. Instead, he feels… fond. He figures it’s not normal to find it endearing that Seonghwa seems to fly through those books.
Me:
Dude, that is so cool. I would display that fr
Park Seonghwa:
thanks :) I’m gonna put it with all my others lol
Hongjoong has seen a picture of Seonghwa’s Lego display case. It takes up a lot of room but the width isn’t too big, so Seonghwa keeps it in the hall that leads from the living room to his bedroom.
Me:
What would you do if you lost a piece
Park Seonghwa:
probably cry
Park Seonghwa:
and then I would try to find a replacement lol. I have a bucket of random lego pieces under my bed
Me:
So you keep legos instead of sex toys under your bed lol
Park Seonghwa:
who said I don’t keep both under there??
Despite the direction that one of their first conversations went, they haven’t talked much about sexual topics. Seonghwa has kept their conversations mostly clean, and Hongjoong hasn’t goaded him on. Hongjoong likes to talk about normal things with Seonghwa because he doesn’t jump out of his skin every time he gets a text when he’s out in public. If he’s honest with himself though, he misses the way his stomach drops, the chill that moves through him when he’s a little nervous. So he steers the conversation with intent.
Me:
is it weird that I only have one sex toy
Park Seonghwa:
is it weird that I have too many?
Park Seonghwa:
what’s the one
Me:
vibrating dildo. It’s purple
Park Seonghwa:
mmm nice
Me:
Have I told you about my best friends
Park Seonghwa:
you’ve mentioned them occasionally but not much
Me:
They’re a throuple. All three of them date and kiss and have sex with each other
Park Seonghwa:
hot. do u want to join them or something
Me:
lol, no, I love them differently. Like family
Me:
It’s just hard to not feel jealous sometimes
Park Seonghwa:
because u want a boyfriend?
Me:
Yeah, I guess so
Park Seonghwa:
I see
Hongjoong sits down on his bed and unties his boots. He lays down and stretches out; his back aches momentarily but then he’s able to relax. It’s too early for him to shower and get ready for bed. He might want to go out later to get dinner. He has some time to kill and he feels extra jumpy in his skin, so he sends the risky text he’s been staring at for too long.
Me:
so do you fuck
Park Seonghwa:
what lol
Hongjoong hesitates and leaves his thumbs to hover over his phone screen. He is being incredibly direct right now, and that is risky. He’s not just opening up a conversation about sex; he’s opening up a conversation about Seonghwa having sex . He swallows his nerves down and wets his lips.
Me:
you talk about sex a lot but do you fuck? Do you have sex. Just humor me, I’m so bored rn
Park Seonghwa:
yeah I fuck. I really like sex.
Park Seonghwa:
do u fuck?
Me:
not as much as I used to. I think the last time I had sex was sophomore year. God.
It was early sophomore year. He usually met random men at the bars his friends go to, and this was just another random hookup. He found the man to be attractive, but his personality was kind of shit and he didn’t care whether or not Hongjoong came. He hasn’t been back to any of those bars since then, convinced that something about him makes him a magnet for assholes.
Park Seonghwa:
was it good
That question makes Hongjoong’s mouth go dry.
Me:
what
Park Seonghwa:
the last time u had sex. was it good
Me:
not really
Park Seonghwa:
damn. so u can’t even think about it when u jerk off :(
Hongjoong thinks that’s a pretty insane thing to say. The other man is right though; Hongjoong doesn’t think about any of his previous hookups when he’s touching himself. Sometimes his mind drifts back to his old relationship, because at least that ex made him feel good, but then he remembers he was cheated on and that effectively kills the mood.
Me:
No I don’t think about it
Park Seonghwa:
what do u think about
Hongjoong has to put his phone face down on his chest and stare at his ceiling for a moment. His mouth is so dry. He feels a little dizzy and warm. The jacket he’s wearing is a bit heavy, so he sits up and pulls it off in the hope that it will help his flushed state. The jacket joins his boots on the floor. He lays back down, feeling a bit better in his gray t-shirt. He grabs his phone again and takes a deep breath before he texts back.
Me:
when I jerk off?
Park Seonghwa:
yeah. we don’t have to talk about that if u don’t want
Seonghwa is giving Hongjoong an out, if he wants it. There are other things they can talk about, of course. Maybe they should talk about something else, like Seonghwa’s Lego set or what Hongjoong has drawn lately. There’s just this fluttery feeling at the base of his throat that he can’t— doesn’t want to push down.
Me:
I don’t really watch porn but I like sounds. I really like the sounds.
Me:
Moaning, whining, the wet sounds from kissing or lube or cum.
Me:
Yeah I like that kind of stuff
Hongjoong is incredibly warm, and it has nothing to do with the amount of clothes he has on. Fuck, this is turning him on. He doesn’t know if this is ok.
Park Seonghwa:
oh sounds are good
Seonghwa doesn’t seem uncomfortable. Hongjoong remembers that Seonghwa enjoys talking about sex; it’s not something he tends to shy away from. There isn’t a text bubble from Seonghwa, so that means he is waiting for Hongjoong to continue the conversation. He decides to check in, just in case.
Me:
Is it ok to talk about this stuff rn?
Me:
Are you ok with it?
Park Seonghwa:
yeah, pls go on
Hongjoong braces himself, and then says what he’s wanted to vent to Wooyoung about for the past six months.
Me:
it sucks because I usually bottom, and all the tops I’ve been with have a toxic grip on this macho kind of masculinity where the only sounds
they’ll ever make when they fuck me are like, animalistic grunts. Like, why can’t u be pathetic for just this once? Please?
He really does enjoy sounds. Hell, even a sensuous beat in a song can make him feel hot and bothered, and it’s just discouraging that none of his sexual partners have been vocal. Even when Hongjoong conveyed his desires, saying even a generous application of lube produced a good sound for him, none of them understood it. Or maybe they didn’t care to try.
Hongjoong does not think he’s asking for too much in the bedroom.
Park Seonghwa:
u wanna know what’s funny
Me:
what’s funny, park seonghwa
Hongjoong does not find any of this to be funny. Seonghwa has a strange sense of humor.
Park Seonghwa:
pathetic is practically my middle name in the bedroom
Oh.
Me:
that’s interesting to know
Park Seonghwa:
mhm :)
This conversation is going exactly in the direction he wanted it to go, but he suddenly wants to change the topic. It’s a little too real. But the direct attention is so nice, and talking like this feels good. Seonghwa might be the only person he feels comfortable enough to talk with about this. The anonymity of it all makes Hongjoong bold.
Me:
So. What do you like
Me:
Besides monsters and gloves
Hongjoong is actually shaking a little bit now. Little tremors of anxiety shoot through his thighs while he watches the three dots jump, eyes trained on them like a cat watching a bird through the living room window.
Park Seonghwa:
oh, it’s an extensive list. I like to have my hair pulled, I like to get choked sometimes. I like edging, overstimulation. I like my dick stepped on, I really really like spit, I like hands and fingers, nipple play, role play, bondage, and I like to be called names usually. Mean or nice, I don’t care, as long as I’ve told my partner I’m ok with it. and I like being loud and pathetic <3 just to list a few things
Park Seonghwa:
my favorite part of sex is making my partner feel good, so I’m usually down for whatever
Oh. So Hongjoong’s texting buddy is a bit kinky. Embarrassingly, all of the dirty words— and thoughts that the words produce— send arousal rolling through Hongjoong’s gut. He recognizes that the anxiety has morphed into that: heady, hot, stomach turning arousal. He squeezes his thighs together.
Me:
oh wow. um do u top
Park Seonghwa:
usually I prefer to
Park Seonghwa:
whyyy :)
Hongjoong is so fucked. He’s too horny and pent up for this to end well. He really should stop this conversation now.
Me:
just curious
Me:
Why is this turning me on
Hongjoong is thinking about a messy dining room table. He is thinking about polished silver rings.
Park Seonghwa:
if I can be bold, it seems like we’re in a position where we could help each other out
Hongjoong’s stomach plummets. Luckily, common sense takes hold before he can just drop his exact location.
Me:
no offense Seonghwa, but I’m not big on meeting up with strangers for sex. I don’t even do dating apps anymore
Park Seonghwa:
that’s not what I meant
Hongjoong frowns as he stares at the text. He no longer feels panicked but he does feel weirdly disappointed. At first, he has no idea what else Seonghwa could be implying, but then he scrolls up and looks back over their messages. The heat between his legs returns as he reads over the sexual words exchanged between them.
Fuck.
Me:
Oh. Oh u mean… sexting?
Park Seonghwa:
if u wanted to. we could text or talk on the phone. If u don’t want to that’s totally fine and we can pretend this part of our conversation never happened
Again, Hongjoong is being offered another out. He knows that if he tells Seonghwa no, they will immediately shift gears to something safer, like music or fashion. Hongjoong looks around his bedroom and out the window. It’s beginning to get dark; the sky is a pretty shade of pink. His apartment complex is quiet, and he’s so worked up. Fuck it.
Me:
ah what the hell. I guess it could be fun
Park Seonghwa:
fuck yeah it could. only if u really want to though, ok?
Me:
I want to. I don’t think I’ll be very good though. I’ve never had any kind of phone sex before
Park Seonghwa:
that’s ok, I’m so easy. u don’t have to be nervous
Me:
wow ok. Um what are you doing rn. Besides texting me
Hongjoong feels infinitely lame to start like that, but he can’t think of how else he would begin. Besides, he wants to have some kind of image in his head. Even though he doesn’t know what Seonghwa looks like, he can try to imagine.
Park Seonghwa:
I’m going to be so honest, I’m already kind of touching myself. I’ve been half hard since I read the words moaning and whining in ur texts. my hand immediately went in my pants when u said we could sext
Park Seonghwa:
sorry
“Fuck,” Hongjoong mumbles out loud to himself, and his own voice startles him. He finds it a bit too sexy that Seonghwa is already getting off to their conversation.
Me:
oh my god, you are really easy
Park Seonghwa:
fuck
That makes Hongjoong laugh. He pictures a pretty hand moving a bit faster over a hard dick. Hongjoong swallows roughly and props his upper body up against his bed frame.
Me:
Take your hand out of your pants
Park Seonghwa:
ok
Me:
did you do it??
Park Seonghwa:
yeah? come on, hongjoong, I’m really hard rn
Me:
shit, ok.
Hongjoong thinks back on the things Seonghwa said he enjoys. It’s not very hard to remember; Hongjoong is sure that wall of text will be burned into his brain for all of eternity. He tries to get out of his overthinking head as he types up a response.
Me:
I want you to put two of your fingers in your mouth and wet them really good. Don’t stop until there’s drool running down your chin
Park Seonghwa:
oh holy shit alright
Park Seonghwa:
didn’t expect u to start out so bold. I like it
Hongjoong squirms on his bed as he pictures it. Those pretty fingers disappearing into an eager mouth, all the way to the rings. He thinks about the mouth exhaling hard, moaning against the intrusion.
Park Seonghwa:
ok now what
Me:
Lift your shirt up and play with your chest. I want you to pretend your fingers are my mouth.
Hongjoong’s jeans already feel tighter. He undoes the button, then rolls the zipper down. He resists the desire to palm himself over his briefs.
Park Seonghwa:
hongjoong omfgb
Park Seonghwa:
feels good
Hongjoong curls his fingers in the loose material of his shirt.
Me:
yeah?
Park Seonghwa:
sensutuve
Park Seonghwa:
u knwo what I nean
The typos make Hongjoong laugh. Either Seonghwa has his autocorrect off, or he misspells words so often it doesn’t correct him anymore. Either way, the fact that Seonghwa isn’t able to text well with one hand occupied just turns Hongjoong on even more. He rubs his thighs together again in search of any friction.
Me:
lol I bet you are. Use your nails, but lightly.
Me:
I’d use my teeth on you
It takes a moment for Seonghwa to respond. Hongjoong pictures him— or someone— scraping his nails over his nipples and arching into the touch.
Park Seonghwa:
I wsnt it, want ur mouth
Hongjoong can practically feel it on his tongue.
Me:
And I’ll give it to you, but I think you should touch yourself right now. Slow, over your underwear
He can’t take it anymore. He pushes his jeans down and grinds the heel of his hand down on his bulge. He bites the inside of his lip as he pictures Seonghwa doing the same.
Park Seonghwa:
thank u thank h thank u
Park Seonghwa:
are u touching urself too? bc u totally shoukd if ur not
Hongjoong rolls his hips up into his own touch and groans softly. He imagines it whispered hotly into his ear: “Thank you, thank you, thank you”. What he wouldn’t give to hear that right now. He manages to text Seonghwa back.
Me:
yeah
Park Seonghwa:
fuck are u wet? I’m really wet rn
Park Seonghwa:
can’t believe ur makgin me leak in my underwear like this
Hongjoong reaches into his briefs, circles his fingers around the base of his dick, and pulls it out. He playfully brushes his fingers over the head, and—
Me:
Yeah, I actually am. Shit
Park Seonghwa:
wish I had three habds so I coudk keep touching my chest
Me:
then put the phone down
Park Seonghwa:
nooo I wanna talk to u
Hongjoong almost calls him. He thinks about it for a second, but then the thought alone overwhelms him. He’s never heard Seonghwa’s voice before. If he called him now, he’d hear it all. Seonghwa breathing hard, whining. The wet sound of him getting himself off. It would be too much. Too much for what Hongjoong is considering to be an experiment.
He thinks he likes this though. He really likes it. His dick really likes it too.
Me:
you can touch yourself under your boxers now
Park Seonghwa:
hwo. how do u want me to do it
Hongjoong is not used to a dynamic like this, but having Seonghwa ask him how he wants him to bring himself to climax makes his dick throb.
Me:
get yourself off. I’d jerk u off fast and tight
Park Seonghwa:
hoky shit hongjjong
Park Seonghwa:
fuck I bet that’s how u ride too oh my god
That sentence makes Hongjoong moan. He’s a bit embarrassed by it all, by Seonghwa’s words and the fact that he’s being so loud, alone in his room. The thought passes that he wishes Seonghwa could hear him.
Park Seonghwa:
I’d make sure ur reslly wet when I get my hand on u so u can hear the nasty sojnd
Hongjoong finds the slide of his hand to be a little too dry, so he brings his hand up to his mouth and spits into his palm. It’s better this way than using lube; he remembers Seonghwa said he really likes spit. He imagines his hand is someone else’s.
Me:
I’m using my spit. There’s a little
bit of sound
Park Seonghwa:
oh fuck that’s so hot
Park Seonghwa:
please I’m really clsoe
The slide is much better when Hongjoong rubs his precum and saliva from the head to the base of his dick. He picks up speed a bit; he bets that Seonghwa is getting desperate and sloppy on his end, all whines and ragged breaths.
Me:
I’m close too
Me:
Make yourself come
Park Seonghwa:
hongjoong, fuck, thank u
Hongjoong has to put his phone down when he feels himself right on the edge. He chases the pleasure, letting all of Seonghwa’s messages run through his mind as he squeezes himself tighter. When he roughly passes his thumb over the slit, his orgasm takes him by surprise, mouth opening and head falling back on a silent moan. He reaches his other hand up his chest and gropes himself as he comes. He doesn’t stop stroking until his thighs shake and he’s sensitive from the overstimulation.
It takes about five minutes for his head to clear and for him to return to his body. When his breathing evens out, he realizes that he made quite a mess of himself. His shirt is pushed halfway up his stomach, his dick is still out, and there’s cum on his pants.
He tucks himself back into his underwear, wipes a hand on his already soiled pants, and picks up his phone.
Park Seonghwa:
what the fuck I came so hard
Park Seonghwa:
why was that so hot
Park Seonghwa:
hongjoong are u ok
Me:
There’s cum on my jeans
Park Seonghwa:
um send a pic??
Hongjoong is still a bit foggy headed from his orgasm, so he holds onto his what the hell mindset and takes a picture of his lap, jeans still unbuttoned and unzipped. He sends the picture.
It takes a long while for Seonghwa to respond. Hongjoong grows anxious, especially as his mind clears more. His phone finally buzzes.
Park Seonghwa:
oh my god I didn’t think u would actually do it
Park Seonghwa:
is it weird to say u have a sexy lap, bc I wanna sit in it
Park Seonghwa:
what if I came again
Hongjoong is honest to god blushing. The attention is really nice. This is definitely going to become a problem.
Me:
now u send a pic
Park Seonghwa:
but I don’t have cum on my pants :(
Me:
ok then something else
For a moment, Hongjoong is afraid that Seonghwa is going to send a picture of his face and then expect something similar in return. There’s no way Hongjoong would be comfortable with that, not yet.
Seonghwa doesn’t send a picture of his face though; it’s a picture of his hand. Now Hongjoong has two images of Seonghwa’s hand— this man only exists as a hand. In this picture, the room is pretty dark, but his hand is illuminated by a cool light, like from a computer screen. The light reflects off of his rings, and the spit and come on his fingers. Tasteful.
Park Seonghwa:
are we even now?
Me:
Yeah, we’re even
Park Seonghwa:
so
Park Seonghwa:
that was fun
Me:
yeah,, it was. But kind of weird
Park Seonghwa:
weird bad?
Park Seonghwa:
weird enough that you wouldn’t want to do it again?
Me:
I didn’t say that
Park Seonghwa:
:)
Park Seonghwa:
have I said yet that ur really hot
Me:
You don’t even know what I look like
Park Seonghwa:
idc ur hot
Hongjoong stares at his screen for a long time, until it fades and then his phone auto locks. Yeah. This is going to become a big problem.
Hongjoong feels more on edge than usual while he’s out at lunch with the Unholy Trinity. Wooyoung, San, and Yeosang seem oblivious to his avoidance of eye contact and bouncing knee. Ok, so he isn’t the best at holding eye contact in the first place and he’s usually bouncing his knee, but it feels more extreme and more noticeable today. At least, it would be noticeable if they, well. Noticed.
“I’m just so glad I don’t have to walk past that man every day anymore,” Yeosang is saying. “I swear, he was like an animal waiting to pounce.”
“Wait,” Hongjoong says, distracted. “Like in a violent way or a sexual way?”
Yeosang shrugs. “Probably both. His energy was really weird.”
“We totally should’ve jumped him, Youngie,” San says, but Hongjoong is spaced out again.
He has a death grip on his phone in his jacket pocket; if he were any stronger he probably would have cracked the screen already. He is fighting every urge within his body to look at his phone, because he fears some Pavlovian response will happen right in front of his friends. A Pavlovian boner.
That morning, the morning after the whole sexting fiasco, Hongjoong woke to a series of interesting texts.
Park Seonghwa:
good morning :)
Park Seonghwa:
so I was thinking about last night and I thought it was kind of messed up that you didn’t get to hear any of my pretty sounds
Park Seonghwa:
so I made this for you, if u want it
Park Seonghwa:
don’t listen to this without earbuds
Park Seonghwa:
it’s better w earbuds anyways <3
Park Seonghwa:
oh, and if u do listen to this and wonder what the sounds in the beginning are, I’m fucking my pillow. ok ttyl!
Attached Video
Hongjoong did not click on the video when he woke up. It’s a black screen, so that must mean that Seonghwa recorded something with the camera facing down, or the lights off. Audio only.
Hongjoong had stared at his messages, mouth agape and morning wood fully interested, and decided he would listen to it later. Probably.
Now he is at brunch with his best friends, distracted by the enticing promise of audio from Seonghwa. Audio from Seonghwa. Right now on his phone, there is the possibility— no, the promise— that he will be able to hear what Seonghwa sounds like. That is too much for him to contain, so he lets the anxiety seep out of him with each bounce of his knee.
He should’ve texted Seonghwa, but it would have felt weird to not acknowledge the audio. What would he say? “Cool, thanks”? He can only respond to it after he listens to it, and he has no idea when that will be. He just really wants to talk to Seonghwa.
“Hyung,” Wooyoung calls, and when Hongjoong looks up everyone at the table is staring at him.
“Yeah?”
“I asked if you wanted to go out to the bars tonight,” Yeosang says. “You haven’t been with us in a long time.” He’s leaning forward with his chin propped on his hand, and San pets his hair.
Hongjoong thinks about it. He thinks about getting dressed up to enter a packed building with flashing lights and loud music, throw back shots, and dance between his friends. Maybe he would go home with another bad lay. He knows he doesn’t have to take anyone home, but it’s just been so long.
He squeezes his phone a little tighter.
“I think after we go shopping I’m just going to go home,” he says. “I still have some laundry to do.”
His friends exchange looks with one another, looks that he can’t begin to decipher, and then they nod.
Wooyoung nudges him in the side with his bony elbow. “Maybe we can catch a movie together soon or something.”
Hongjoong picks up his drink and takes a sip. “Yeah, that would be nice.”
They go around town for a few hours, mainly just window shopping. None of them have much money to spare on clothes or silly trinkets, but Yeosang ends up buying some cheap sunglasses shaped like dragonfly wings and Hongjoong finds a choker with small silver spikes. Wooyoung had picked up every cute blind bag keychain he saw and presented it to his boyfriends with a very convincing pout, but they just shook their heads and told him his keys were already cluttered. Hongjoong admired their strength because they’re usually not able to resist him, much to his own amusement.
His friends walk him up to his apartment like usual and they all give him bone crushing hugs. Before Wooyoung pulls away, he says, “Hyung, you know you can call me whenever you need anything ever, right?”
Hongjoong nods. “Yeah, I know.”
As Hongjoong goes to close the door behind them, Wooyoung turns around and calls, “I’ve told you before, I would kill for you!” as they walk down the hall.
When he closes and locks his front door, Hongjoong is smiling. He really should take them up on the movie offer. He misses watching horror movies in the theater with them— Wooyoung and San are both very loud and funny when they get scared. It’s obvious to him that his friends can tell something is off, but he doesn’t have it within him to tell them that he’s just prickly because he misses having sex.
Hongjoong squats down to untie his boots and his phone slips from his jacket pocket. He really needs to invest in a high quality case. The screen lights up, and Hongjoong is reminded again of the video as he pulls off his boots. His heart picks up speed because he knows he should respond to Seonghwa.
Me:
sorry for not answering this morning but I had no idea what to say
He glances up at the time. It’s 4:30 right now; if he starts his laundry now he should be done around six or so, depending on how much he procrastinates on putting his clothes away.
Me:
I’m absolutely going to watch this after I do laundry
His phone buzzes as soon as he slips it into the pocket of his jeans, but he decides he should at least load his clothes into the washer before he settles into a conversation with Seonghwa. He goes into his room, takes his phone back out of his pocket, and strips out of his clothes. He exchanges his pants and shirt for some shorts and a different large shirt so he can wash what he was wearing. As he drags his hamper out from his room, he tries to rationalize whether or not the way he’s been behaving is normal.
Hongjoong from a year ago would have never done anything sexual with a stranger who he knew next to nothing about. Hell, Hongjoong from a year ago wouldn’t have even kept up a conversation with a wrong number. No matter how hard he thinks about it, he doesn’t know what’s so different about him now versus him a year ago. He wasn’t having sex last year, and his own hand and his dildo were enough to keep him satisfied.
The only possible reason Hongjoong can think of as to why he’s been acting like this has nothing to do with him— well, it doesn’t entirely have to do with him. Something about Seonghwa has pulled him in and he can’t seem to ignore it. There is something about the other man that Hongjoong is undeniably attracted to. Maybe it’s his honesty or how shameless he is; Hongjoong really likes those qualities in a person. Regardless, it’s an attraction that he doesn’t have the strength to ignore right now. It’s normal for someone to give a little bit too much of their time to someone they just started seeing, right?
He supposes his situation isn’t so easy to compare.
The washing machine begins to aggressively shake as his clothes mix with the water and detergent, so Hongjoong goes and throws himself onto the couch and pulls out his phone.
Park Seonghwa:
that’s ok! pls respond whenever, no need to apologize
Me:
This feels like a weird thing to say but it’s really considerate of you to send audio…
Me:
Don’t feel like you have to though just bc it’s something I like
Park Seonghwa:
I wanted to, don’t worry :)
Park Seonghwa:
how has ur day been?
Me:
pretty good. Went to brunch w my friends and then we went shopping
Park Seonghwa:
oh fun :) did u buy anything?
Hongjoong thinks about putting the choker on and sending a picture, but he changes his mind. He picks it up from where he had dropped it on his side table, takes a picture of it hanging from his finger, and sends that instead.
Me:
I got this choker
In true Seonghwa fashion, it takes a while for him to respond. Hongjoong recognizes now that he’s probably having some kind of internal battle with himself. Hongjoong finds him endlessly amusing.
Park Seonghwa:
just prevented myself from saying the most insane shit, I’m so strong actually
Park Seonghwa:
ur hand… u have a very attractive hand. I like ur black nail polish
Me:
is that all you like
Hongjoong is only teasing him; he’s very fun to tease.
Park Seonghwa:
stop encouraging me!!
Me:
I like your hands too btw
Park Seonghwa:
oh, really?
Me:
mhm
Me:
what did you do today?
Seonghwa occasionally takes commissions on the side, and he tells Hongjoong that he just finished designing a website for a small fashion brand whose style reminded him of Hongjoong.
Park Seonghwa:
the site is live now if u want to see
Hongjoong clicks the sent link and is directed to the website. The fashion is Homgjoong’s taste, so he bookmarks it even though he’s more into secondhand and DIY. Then he actually looks at the makeup of the website, and it’s honestly cool to think that one person put all of it together. To him, websites are things that just exist and work because they do, like Bluetooth and airplanes. But for Seonghwa, websites are code and images and whatever else needs to be assembled. He supposes Seonghwa is pretty good at building things, considering the Lego obsession.
Hongjoong is messing around by pressing every tab and image on the website when he receives a text from Wooyoung.
Bitch: hyung, are u ok? u seemed a little off earlier today
An immediate response isn’t available for Hongjoong, so he stares at the text for a minute. What can he even say? He doesn’t want to lie to his best friend, but he doesn’t exactly want to share the truth with him either.
Me:
yeah, I’ve just been a little distracted lately
Bitch:
wanna share what’s on ur mind?
Me:
Maybe later? Idk how to talk about it
Bitch:
of course babe
Bitch:
u would talk to me if u needed help, right?
Well now Hongjoong feels bad. Wooyoung probably thinks something is really wrong, when in reality he’s just engaging in questionable sexual activity.
Me:
I would, but it’s nothing really bad! I’m ok, woo
Wooyoung responds with a gif of a cat reaching up towards the camera to kiss the screen. Hongjoong smiles.
He opens up his messages with Seonghwa again so he can respond to the website.
Me:
That’s actually really cool, Seonghwa. I can’t even imagine how someone would make a website
Park Seonghwa:
thanks :)
Park Seonghwa:
it’s actually becoming more accessible now since there are virtual website makers out there. I’m just glad a lot of companies still turn to real people from time to time
Me:
Gotta love and hate technology. Did you go to school for that?
Park Seonghwa:
yeah. I like puzzles
Park Seonghwa:
I like putting things together
Park Seonghwa:
that’s one reason I like u
Park Seonghwa:
ur like a thousand piece puzzle
Me:
how so
Park Seonghwa:
u seem so careful and guarded. so cool
Park Seonghwa:
u don’t seem to be someone who’s too impulsive. ur so careful in what u say and the pictures u send
Park Seonghwa:
I just can’t seem to figure out why u continued to text me after ur final
Hongjoong chews at the inside of his lip. So Seonghwa was wondering the same thing he was wondering about himself. He doesn’t think he has a good answer for him.
Me:
Well let me know if you solve it. I’d like to see the bigger picture too
Park Seonghwa:
I think I have a starting point
Me:
Please share
Park Seonghwa:
u like to take risks, but only if the risk can get u what u want
Me:
and what is it you think I want
Park Seonghwa:
I think u want a few things
Park Seonghwa:
control of ur emotions, control of ur own body
Park Seonghwa:
idk, maybe u just want good sex
Me:
And u think u can give me that or something?
Park Seonghwa:
yeah I do
Hongjoong has to put his phone down. He has to do that a lot when he talks to Seonghwa. His heart beats like crazy, and his stomach twists in that kind of nice way. He supposes some people would call those butterflies, but they feel like bursts of fire to him.
Me:
you’re pretty confident huh
Park Seonghwa:
I guess I’ll just have to prove it to u one day
The washing machine goes off and the alarm makes Hongjoong jump. He leaves his phone on the couch when he goes to move his clothes into the dryer. None of this has to mean anything, right? They can talk like this, get off together, and send pictures, but that doesn’t mean they have to meet. Hongjoong doesn’t know if he’d want that or not.
When he returns to the couch, Seonghwa has already sent more messages.
Park Seonghwa:
I’m going out to have dinner with a coworker; we really only ever see each other at meetings so hopefully it will be fun
Park Seonghwa:
let me know how the rest of ur night goes ;)
A new emotion sits heavy in Hongjoong’s stomach. It’s one that he hasn’t felt in a while, so it’s difficult to name at first. It’s bitter and unpleasant.
Seonghwa is going out with a coworker. He is going to have dinner with a coworker. He hopes it will be fun.
Fuck. Hongjoong is jealous . He’s jealous that Seonghwa— a man he has little to no personal connection with, a man he can’t even picture in his head— has someone else in his life who he might possibly be interested in.
“Stop being crazy,” he says out loud to himself.
Me:
ok, have fun!
He doesn’t know if it’s even like that. It doesn’t matter if it’s even like that, because he’s not interested.
He is not interested.
The dryer’s timer looks like it has about ten minutes left. Hongjoong scrolls back up a little through their messages and the video is there, so tempting and appealing. He should be able to get through the task of doing laundry without being distracted the entire time by the thought of some sexy audio. He can.
For the next eternity, Hongjoong sits in complete silence, staring at the wall and shaking his leg. It’s almost close to meditation, except for the fact that his mind races with dirty thoughts.
After the dryer goes off, Hongjoong takes out his clothes, hangs his shirts and folds his socks faster than he ever has in his life. His closet is messy and for once, he doesn’t care. He should probably calm the fuck down. Maybe the audio won’t be good at all, and it’ll be a complete turn off. Then he will finally be over… whatever the hell this is. He’s kind of hoping for it to be bad.
There’s only one way to find out.
It takes him too long to find his earbuds, but when he does, he makes himself comfortable on his couch and slips them into his ears. His hands shake a bit as he finds the video, and he’s full on sweating by the time he presses play.
At first, he can’t hear anything. He stares at the black screen with confusion as the time ticks by, so he decides to turn up the volume. Sounds of rustling fabric and the unmistakable creak from a bed fill his ears, and his mouth goes dry. Hongjoong remembers what Seonghwa told him he was doing in the beginning of the audio, and as soon as that thought crosses his mind, the sound of heavy breathing becomes more audible. Hongjoong feels himself lean forward, even though he knows that won’t help him hear it any better. And then—
“Mm, fuck… ”
“Nope,” Hongjoong jumps up and pulls his earbuds out. All he can do for a moment is just stand there, motionless beside his couch. His phone is screen up, the video paused from when he pulled his earbuds out. His screen shows that there’s still three minutes and thirty two seconds left of the audio. He has to pace around his small living room like a lion in a cage as he attempts to calm himself down.
His first thought is that he really needs to call Wooyoung. He has the incredible urge to just tell someone because he can’t believe what he’s hearing. There’s no way this guy sounds like that.
Well… he supposes he should listen a bit more, just to be sure.
Once Hongjoong has settled back down, he puts his earbuds back in and presses play. At first the only sound is the continuous creaking from the bed, which is enough to heat Hongjoong’s face, but then Seonghwa starts to get a little bit louder. His irregular breathing is very obvious now, and sometimes a harsh exhale will end with a soft “ Hah ” sound that makes Hongjoong feel jittery.
The video continues, and Hongjoong is completely engrossed. He doesn’t think he would notice if his smoke alarm went off now. At each passing second, the heat in Hongjoong’s chest and gut grows more intense, and when he crosses his legs he can feel just how much the sounds have affected him.
Somehow, it gets worse (better) as Seonghwa gets more worked up, pushing himself closer. His exhales sound more like whines at this point, so needy and sweet that Hongjoong finds his own breathing has gotten rougher. Something changes at some point on Seonghwa’s end, Hongjoong can’t really tell what, but Seonghwa’s reaction to it is delicious to hear.
There’s a nasty wet sound, and then Seonghwa gasps, followed by “Ooh, oh my god, fuck,” and Hongjoong can tell he’s humping his pillow faster. Hongjoong’s jaw drops when Seonghwa’s whimpering particularly turns into sobs as he orgasms, the bed continuing to creak for a while after as Seonghwa pushes himself through his climax. The audio ends with Seonghwa’s heavy breathing in Hongjoong’s ear, and then he’s left with silence. The play button pops up once more.
Hongjoong doesn’t know when he started to rub himself over his shorts, but he’s fully hard now and fuck. Of course Seonghwa has to sound like that. Of course he does. Hongjoong can still hear those pretty little whines ringing in his ears and oh god, Seonghwa’s voice. He was quiet, just above a whisper, but Hongjoong could hear how deep and smooth his voice was. It sounded like he might have been using a dialect too, and Hongjoong is so very fucked.
He closes his eyes and swallows hard. So the audio definitely worked for him. It’s something he can’t ignore as he squeezes his thighs together and rolls his hips up into the pressure from his hand. Ah, what the hell.
He unties the string on his shorts, pulls them down past his hips, and presses play again.
It isn’t until nine o’clock that Seonghwa texts him. Before then, Hongjoong had listened to the audio three times and gotten off to it twice, and then he decided he should probably do something productive instead of masturbating for hours. He was keeping himself busy until his phone buzzed.
Park Seonghwa:
I’m finally home ahh
Me:
finally? Did you not have a good time?
Park Seonghwa:
no I did, I’m just more of a homebody lol
Me:
ah I see. Well,, how was it
Hongjoong is attempting to have a normal conversation, when really he’s feeling too many emotions at once. The audio is still on the back of his mind, it rings in his ears, and he can’t deny anymore that he is jealous. This thing that he’s started with Seonghwa is weird and confusing, but he likes it. He wants to be the only person to receive that kind of attention from the other man, although he knows that isn’t fair.
Park Seonghwa:
it was good! My coworker, Mingi, is so funny. He’s got a crush on another one of our coworkers who’s slightly younger
The tension Hongjoong didn’t know he was holding in his body practically vanishes.
Me:
Oh? How is that funny
Park Seonghwa:
well Mingi is really attracted to him, but he’s also scared of him haha. Mingi kinda towers over the guy, but he acts like he’s so small and fragile
Park Seonghwa:
this other coworker is the type of guy who greets u by punching ur shoulder, and I don’t think he means for it to, but it hurts lol
Park Seonghwa:
he’s nice but he comes across as a little cold and uncaring. Mingi is just intimidated
Me:
I see. Poor thing, I hope he’s able to make a move soon if that’s what he wants
Park Seonghwa:
yeah!! he just needed someone to talk to about it, and the three of us are the only queer employees. well, that we know of
Hongjoong feels so dumb now. He overreacted for nothing.
Me:
can I be honest
Park Seonghwa:
? yeah of course
Me:
when you said you were going out to dinner, I thought you meant on a date
Park Seonghwa:
oh??
Park Seonghwa:
were u jealous or something :)
Me:
doesn’t matter if I was or not. I don’t have the right to feel it
Park Seonghwa:
of course u do. no one is stopping u from feeling that
Me:
No, but I shouldn’t. We aren’t… we aren’t dating or anything. I don’t even know you that well
Park Seonghwa:
well… not saying that u were jealous,, but just to let u know, just as a fun fact, I haven’t been seeing anyone
Park Seonghwa:
the last time I was with someone was a couple months ago
Me:
I don’t know what to do with that
Park Seonghwa:
u don’t have to do anything with it, I just wanted u to know
Hongjoong would be lying to himself if he said he wasn’t pleased to hear that. He shouldn’t be though, dammit! The same argument keeps circling around in Hongjoong’s head.
Me:
ok cool
Park Seonghwa:
lolll ur not fooling me with that. I can just see u sitting there with the most stressed expression on ur face as u type that
Park Seonghwa:
don’t stress about it, ok? it’s not something u should stress over
Hongjoong doesn’t really know what the “it” is that Seonghwa is referring to, but he doesn’t want to talk about all of this serious stuff. He doesn’t want to talk about his feelings.
Me:
fine I’m not stressed at all
Me:
Anyways. So. I listened to your video
Park Seonghwa:
oh? did u like it
Me:
yeah
Me:
I can’t believe you sound like that. Your voice is really hot
Hongjoong decides not to say how much he enjoyed how whiny Seonghwa sounded.
Park Seonghwa:
thank u :) I bet ur voice is hot too
Hongjoong is going to ignore that second part. He doesn’t really know how to talk about this with someone, especially over text. Even after everything they’ve said to each other, he still feels awkward. He’s confident when he’s physically with someone, but like this, he is very aware of himself. Every time he sends a text, he feels like he has to brace himself. Especially now.
Me:
I could use my imagination for most of the video, picture what was happening
Park Seonghwa:
most of it?
Me:
there was one part where um
Hongjoong isn’t sure how to ask “What made you come?” without straight up asking that. He supposes Seonghwa wouldn’t mind the bluntness; he would probably enjoy it.
Me:
I couldn’t tell what you did that made you come. Sounded like you really liked it too
Park Seonghwa:
oh, I did. why do u want to know, hm?
Park Seonghwa:
so u can picture that too?
Me:
don’t be an ass
Park Seonghwa:
I was fucking myself with my fingers
Hongjoong nearly drops his phone on his face. He’s a little bit surprised to hear that Seonghwa was fingering himself, considering that he told Hongjoong he prefers to top. Although, Seonghwa doesn’t seem the type to deny himself any kind of pleasure just because of a label.
Seonghwa texts again while Hongjoong stares dumbly at his screen.
Park Seonghwa:
you know what though
Me:
what
Hongjoong might have responded to that a little too quickly.
Park Seonghwa:
in my head, I was fingering u. and idk, that combined with my pillow, it just felt like I was fucking u
Park Seonghwa:
that’s what made me come
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Hongjoong has to roll over onto his side and hold his phone closer. There’s no one in his room, no one in his apartment, but he feels too vulnerable. Seonghwa really knows how to get under his skin.
Me:
So… you were thinking about fucking me while you fucked yourself
Park Seonghwa:
yeah
Me:
You’re insane. And so hot
Park Seonghwa:
did u touch yourself when u listened to it?
Me:
Yeah, I did
Park Seonghwa:
so I guess in a way, I did really fuck u huh
Me:
you’re insatiable, aren’t you
Park Seonghwa:
oh absolutely. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of u. ur so fun to tease
Hongjoong is actually blushing. He feels a bit ridiculous that this kind of flirting works so easily on him.
Me:
you’re lucky we’re talking through text. If this was in person I think I would just sit there grumbling with my arms crossed
Park Seonghwa:
so ur stubborn? I’m very patient. and persistent. I feel like I could get u to crack
Me:
It wouldn’t take that much honestly. I guess if it’s you then I’m pretty easy, too.
It takes a while for Seonghwa to respond. When he does, he gets straight to the point.
Park Seonghwa:
what r u doing rn
Me:
Just laying in bed and talking to you
Park Seonghwa:
u wanna have a little fun?
Hongjoong rolls his eyes, more fond than anything. He’s probably gotten off with Seonghwa more these past three weeks than he has the entire year.
Me:
yeah
Park Seonghwa:
do u have any lube
Me:
of course I do
Hongjoong’s pulse skyrockets. They haven’t done anything yet that requires either of them to use lube. Well, anything together. He’s used his dildo on himself while thinking about some of the messages they’ve exchanged, but that’s it.
Park Seonghwa:
u should go get it
Me:
ok
Hongjoong clumsily digs around in his bedside table for his lube, and the entire time his mind is helpfully replaying every little sound Seonghwa made in the audio. There’s some kind of wild thing kicking around in Hongjoong’s gut, and all he wants is to hear Seonghwa’s voice again. He can’t ask though; that’s absolutely terrifying. Hongjoong checks his phone again once he finally finds his tiny bottle.
Park Seonghwa:
don’t use it yet
Me:
yessir lol
Park Seonghwa:
what are u wearing
Me:
Just some small athletic shorts and a loose t-shirt. It was laundry day
Park Seonghwa:
damn. I bet u look so good
Hongjoong doesn’t feel like he looks good. He feels very sweaty.
Me:
What are you wearing?
Park Seonghwa:
I’m still in my dress pants from earlier. I already took my shirt off so I’m just in my tank top
Me:
Mmm I bet you look really good too
Park Seonghwa:
ur so cute
Park Seonghwa:
do u wanna touch yourself for me? not ur dick though, just your thighs, hips, and stomach under your shirt
Park Seonghwa:
I’d touch u everywhere
Hongjoong thinks about the hands that he’s become too familiar with. He’s looked at those pictures of Seonghwa’s hands so much that he could probably draw them from memory. He feels them now as he lightly drags his fingers down his stomach, over his shirt. Whenever he fantasizes about Seonghwa, he knows he would either be incredibly needy and impatient, or the best kind of tease. He’s taking it slow now.
Hongjoong doesn’t put his phone down while he scratches his fingers over his lower stomach, under his shirt now; he feels too alone when he isn’t looking at his screen. The light touches send tremors through him.
Me:
I’m sensitive here, on my lower stomach and my inner thighs
Me:
it feels nice
Park Seonghwa:
yeah? I’d scrape my nails over those places until you’re shaking. push my fingers under the waistband of your shorts just to feel how warm u are there
Hongjoong bites down hard on the inside of his lip as he scratches over his happy trail. He copies the action Seonghwa laid out for him and groans. It makes him want more.
Me:
Seonghwa, please
Me:
touch me more
Park Seonghwa:
ok baby
The pet name takes him by surprise, but it only makes the fire in his gut burn hotter. He wants to hear Seonghwa call him baby in that pretty, deep voice of his.
Park Seonghwa:
move your hand down the front of your shorts and squeeze your thighs
Hongjoong does as he’s told, applying a bit more pressure as he slides his hand down. He releases a shuddering breath at the friction; he’s already getting hard. He really just wants to palm at himself longer, but he moves along to his thighs.
Me:
I can’t believe I’m already hard
Park Seonghwa:
be honest, u didn’t go straight to ur thighs did u
Park Seonghwa:
bet u squeezed ur dick
Me:
do you have a camera set up in my room
Park Seonghwa:
LOL
Park Seonghwa:
no, ur just so obviously needy. would it be messed up to say I wish I could put a camera in ur room
Park Seonghwa:
it definitely would be actually
The muscles in Hongjoong’s thighs jump at the repeated sweeping motion of his fingers. He should probably not be so turned on by the idea of Seonghwa watching him.
Me:
this isn’t an invitation, but if there were cameras I’d put on a good show for you
Park Seonghwa:
oh I bet u would. don’t worry though, I’m not savvy w that kind of tech
Park Seonghwa:
you can rub yourself over your shorts now
Hongjoong does immediately. He rubs and squeezes himself slowly, but applies a delicious amount of pressure.
Me:
fuck, I wish it was your hand instead of mine
Park Seonghwa:
how sweet of u. don’t make yourself come from this
Me:
I’m going slow. Are you touching yourself too
Park Seonghwa:
of course I am. I’m way too weak to resist when I’m thinking about u
Hongjoong can’t deny it anymore, he needs to hear Seonghwa’s voice. His body craves it, he wants to hear everything. His heart pounds as his nerves build.
Me:
Seonghwa can we call please, I wanna hear your voice
Hongjoong won’t push if he says no. He could survive if all he ever hears from Seonghwa is what he gets from the audio.
His phone vibrates almost as soon as the text is read. Hongjoong’s hand shakes as he answers and holds the phone up to his face.
“Seonghwa.”
There’s a beat of silence on the other end, and then a deep, “Holy fuck.”
Hongjoong’s immediate response is to whine and grip himself harder because Seonghwa’s voice is right there in his ear and so, so hot.
“Sorry for wanting to call, I just needed… I can’t get how you sounded in that video out of my head.”
“Why the hell are you apologizing,” Seonghwa says, “Hongjoong, your voice is so sexy what the fuck.”
“Says you ,” Hongjoong mumbles, beginning to feel a little shy. He didn’t really think about it much before, but now he’s realizing he has to deal with Seonghwa’s boldness in real time. He can’t put his phone down and walk away for a breather. Well, he could, but that would be a bit awkward.
“Oh, Hongjoong,” Seonghwa purrs, a teasing lilt to his words that makes Hongjoong’s stomach flip, “You’re not embarrassed, are you?”
Hongjoong shivers. “Maybe a little.”
“Do you want to stop?”
“No,” Hongjoong answers quickly. “It’s a good feeling. I’m good.”
Seonghwa hums and the sound nearly has Hongjoong’s eyes rolling back. “Are you still touching yourself?”
Hongjoong brings his hand up to right below his ribs, then trails it down over his stomach, abdomen, and the front of his shorts where he cups himself and squeezes again. The pleasure pushes a harsh breath from his mouth.
“Yeah, I am. Seonghwa, I…” he swallows and licks his lips. “I want more, please.”
Seonghwa swears over the line, followed by some rustling sounds. “Of course, baby, I’ll give you anything you want. Tell me what you want.”
Baby. There it is, that name again. It sounds so pretty in Seonghwa’s voice.
Hongjoong thinks about the video and his face heats up. “I… I want your fingers.”
Seonghwa sighs. “So cute, Hongjoong. Wanna take off your shorts?”
Hongjoong squirms as he slips his fingers under his waistband. “Um I’m not… I’m not wearing anything under them.”
There’s more rustling on Seonghwa’s end, then he says, “You really know how to get a guy riled up, hm?”
“It’s laundry day…” Hongjoong mumbles because he isn’t sure what else to say. All of this is too new to him. He’s usually not so… aloof. He’s glad Seonghwa at least knows how to keep a conversation going. Hongjoong is better with actions than with words.
He shimmies out of his underwear, then pulls at the bottom of his t-shirt, unsure why his stomach is turning like he’s nervous. It’s not like Seonghwa can see him. He decides to pull his shirt off too.
It’s weird to be naked and half hard all alone in his room this early in the evening.
“Cute,” Seonghwa says again. “Oh, Hongjoong?”
“Yeah?”
“You should get a towel. You’re gonna make a mess.”
Hongjoong grabs a towel, and then he sees his earbud case on the floor and he takes those too. The sky is dark blue since the sun is nearly set, but the city lights make it even brighter in his room. Hongjoong tries not to think about how Seonghwa could be one of those tiny lights as he lies back down on his bed.
“Seonghwa, I’m gonna put my earbuds in, ok?”
“It’s best if you do, it’s better when you have two hands,” Seonghwa says. “I love how my name sounds in your voice.”
The heat from earlier kicks back up below his navel. With his earbuds in, Seonghwa’s voice is so deep and clear and right there . “I– I like when you call me baby.”
“Oh,” Seonghwa says, like he hadn’t realized he’d been saying it. “Didn’t think you’d be the type to like pet names. Are you still hard, baby?”
Hongjoong swallows, his mouth suddenly very dry. “Kind of? I went a little soft while I was getting situated.”
Seonghwa hums again and says “Well we can’t have that. Touch your chest for me, start softly.”
Hongjoong closes his eyes and lightly drags his fingers up his stomach, then over his chest, following a circular motion and avoiding his nipples for now. He doesn’t know how he’s going to make it now that he hears Seonghwa’s voice. Everything feels more real and overwhelming like this.
“What are you thinking about, Hongjoong?”
Hongjoong releases a harsh breath when he kneads his chest with his fingers. “Just that I can’t believe how hot your voice is. In the video you sent… fuck, you sounded so good, I listened to it so many times.”
“Mm, I’ll be sure to make plenty of sounds for you tonight then. How are you feeling?”
“Good,” Hongjoong says. “I feel good.”
“You don’t have to be gentle anymore. Grope yourself, play with your nipples. Do whatever makes you feel good.” Seonghwa’s voice sounds a bit rough, breathy.
Hongjoong squeezes one side of his chest and repeatedly brushes over his nipple on the other side. The stimulation makes him groan and squirm under his own touch.
“I bet you look so pretty right now,” Seonghwa says. “I stare at that picture you sent of your lap all the time. God, that bit of your stomach showing over your jeans drives me crazy. I wanna drag my wet cock over that spot.”
“Ah , Seonghwa—” Hongjoong gasps, surprised to hear something so crude so suddenly. He’s used to reading dirty texts from Seonghwa now, but hearing it said out loud makes him blush like crazy. It also works him up more, and he has to resist the urge to reach down and stroke himself.
“Sorry,” Seonghwa says, but he doesn’t sound sorry at all.
Hongjoong supposes he should confess something too.
“I think about your hands a lot. I’ve stared at those two pictures so much that I have them memorized. I… I think about your hands when I touch myself.”
“Oh, you do? You fantasize about me touching you?” Seonghwa still sounds like he’s teasing, but Hongjoong is so serious.
“Yeah I do. All the fucking time. Every time I get off. You’ve got such pretty hands.”
There’s a beat of silence, and Hongjoong pictures ellipses disappearing and reappearing. Then Seonghwa says, “Turn on your side, Hongjoong. You’re gonna think about my hands while you finger yourself.”
Seonghwa has Hongjoong apply a generous amount of lube to his fingers, and soon enough Hongjoong has one finger worked into himself. It feels incredible to have someone’s attention like this. He can tell Seonghwa is affected by it too, his breathing audible over the phone.
Even though thinking about Seonghwa’s fingers makes the arousal burn that much hotter through him, thoughts don’t change the fact that his own fingers don’t quite reach where he wants them.
“Seonghwa,” Hongjoong huffs. “I want another.”
Seonghwa hums on the other end. “Add a second finger then. Can you come from just your fingers?”
Hongjoong adds more lube before he pushes in with two fingers. The stretch makes him whine, and Seonghwa softly swears on the other end.
“Ah, not usually, my fingers aren’t very long. I’m… I’m kind of a small guy.” Hongjoong curls his fingers inside himself and gasps.
Seonghwa doesn’t respond right away, probably listening to the sounds Hongjoong makes, and then he asks, “How tall are you, Hongjoong?”
“Like, 172 centimeters on a good day.”
“Huh, that feels fitting for you. God, I just know you’re so fucking hot. It’s a shame though, about your fingers. If I were there, I’d finger fuck you until your legs were shaking. I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you? You’d tell me you want it deeper, hm?”
Hongjoong moans and reaches around himself with his free hand to squeeze the head of his dick. Fuck, of course he’d like that. How does Seonghwa always know exactly what to say to turn him on more?
“Ah , shit, I’m hard again.”
Seonghwa’s voice is sweet when he says, “I think you might be easier than me. All you need is to hear some dirty words and you’re ready to go. That’s cute.”
“Fuck you,” Hongjoong groans, “it’s your voice that does it. You know how you sound.” He wants to hear more from Seonghwa. He needs him to be louder.
“Seonghwa, you should—” but then that’s as far as he gets before his mind interferes. Seriously? Why can’t he just say it? How is it so easy for Seonghwa?
“What?” Seonghwa asks, pulling Hongjoong back in. “Tell me what I should do, baby.”
Hongjoong breathes. “Do you have something you can fuck?”
Seonghwa sucks in a breath. “Yeah I’ve… I’ve got a toy I can use. You want me to get it now?”
“Yeah. Yeah I want you to fuck it like it’s me.”
“Oh, I was hoping you would say that,” Seonghwa says. “Hang on.”
It takes a minute, but then Seonghwa is back and he claims to have a flesh-light with him.
“I’ve never been so turned on by this thing before,” Seonghwa says. “To be honest, I could pretend my pillow is you and I’d fuck it just as good. Oh wait—”
Hongjoong shudders as he remembers the video. He’s never wanted to have his back blown out by a stranger this badly.
“I get it, you want me so bad,” Hongjoong teases. He doesn’t know how much longer he can last. He’s dying for a release; his body begs for it. It feels like he’s been holding himself at the edge for an hour at least.
Seonghwa’s voice is soft and warm (Hongjoong swears he can feel it against his ear) when he mumbles, “You don’t even know.” There’s a lot of rustling on Seonghwa’s end, like maybe he’s getting comfortable, and then he says, “Tell me what you want.”
He’s giving Hongjoong the choice to take control, and Hongjoong will gladly take it. He enjoys having Seonghwa tell him what to do when they’re sexting since he’s so inexperienced with it, but the opportunity to boss Seonghwa around a little is too enticing to pass up.
“Use your fingers. Make me feel it from here.”
Seonghwa groans, and then Hongjoong hears something pop open and closed, likely a bottle of lube. He’s proven to be right soon enough as the squelching sound fills his ears.
“I’m… I’m using two fingers right now,” Seonghwa says. His voice is close to a whisper, but there’s a rough edge to it. “Just tell me if you want another.”
Hongjoong turns his volume up more than he probably should and listens to the sounds. He matches the pace of his own fingers to Seonghwa’s and moans. Everything about this is working him up more, bringing him closer. Touching himself to the sounds Seonghwa makes for him is better than any porn audio he’s listened to lately. He thinks about Seonghwa, likely hard and desperate on the other end, watching his fingers fuck into something while wishing it was him. His stomach twists pleasantly.
“Seonghwa,” Hongjoong whines and rolls over onto his back, “faster.”
“Ok, baby.” Seonghwa complies, and the sound changes. Hongjoong pushes his fingers in and out at the same speed and wraps his other hand around his dick.
“You’re not touching yourself, are you, Seonghwa?” Hongjoong asks, fully aware of how wrecked his voice sounds.
Seonghwa makes a cute, pathetic sound and says, “Of course not, why would I be? It’s not like I’m fingering a super sexy guy and listening to him moan or anything. Totally cool on my end.”
Hongjoong has to laugh at the other man’s shaky voice. “Ok good. Don’t touch yourself just yet, we can’t have you coming too soon.”
“I would never,” Seonghwa says, mock offended. “But fuck, you take fingers so good, I can’t help thinking about how well you’d take my cock.”
Hongjoong rubs his thumb over the sensitive spot under the head of his dick and swallows back a moan. “Sounds like you're not doing too well, Seonghwa.”
“You’re so mean,” Seonghwa sighs, but he doesn’t sound put off at all.
After a while of listening to Seonghwa finger his toy and breathe roughly, his own fingers pumping in and out and squeezing his dick, Hongjoong has started to leak onto the towel under him. He’s close, dizzyingly so. Seonghwa is good for him on the other end as he provides sweet praises and soft moans.
Hongjoong shuts his eyes, feeling too good to last much longer. “Seonghwa, mmm, I’m really close.”
A hard exhale is the only response he gets from Seonghwa, and for a few seconds all he can hear is heavy breathing. Then Seonghwa quietly asks, “Can I?”
“Hmm? I don’t know what you’re asking, Seonghwa,” Hongjoong says. He’s teasing him, but he also isn’t certain about what Seonghwa wants. He needs to hear him say it, just to be sure. “Use your words.”
“Can I fuck you?”
Hongjoong has to take a few deep breaths to calm himself. He’s right on the edge, but he has to tease Seonghwa a little more. He just knows it will make the release that much sweeter.
“But Seonghwa, you already are fucking me with your fingers. I’m not sure I know what you mean.”
Seonghwa’s breathing is so loud that it picks up perfectly over the phone. Hongjoong wishes he could see the rise and fall of his chest, his parted lips.
“I wanna come inside you. Please? Please, can I?”
The whiny “please” almost makes Hongjoong completely unravel, which means they better wrap this up. He’s sure Seonghwa would be appreciative of a release after watching his fingers fuck something while ignoring his hard cock.
“Ok, since you sound so pretty when you beg for it. Fuck me, Seonghwa.”
The sound of a pants zipper actually makes Hongjoong’s mouth water. When Seonghwa replaces his fingers inside the toy with his dick, the sound difference is obvious. Hongjoong can’t really replicate the fullness of a cock inside of him with his fingers, but he doesn’t want to stop all of this to get his dildo. Anyways, he’s got a vivid imagination and he’s horny enough that he can pretend his own fingers inside him are as satisfying as he’s sure Seonghwa would be.
Once Hongjoong wraps his fingers around himself and strokes firmly, it doesn’t take long for his orgasm to wash over him. His back arches off the bed as he comes, so intense after so much teasing. He feels it from the tips of his toes to his hair, a pleasurable tingle that turns white hot as he strokes himself through it. He doesn’t stop until the muscles in his abdomen jump from the overstimulation.
“Holy shit, Hongjoong.” Seonghwa’s voice is light, probably because of his harsh breathing. He’s close. “You moaned so loud, so pretty. Do you feel good?”
Hongjoong feels so blissed out right now, lighter than he’s felt in months. “Feels so, so good,” he sighs. “You make me feel good, Seonghwa. You’re so perfect. Are you close?”
“Y-Yeah,” comes Seonghwa’s pitiful answer.
“Gonna fuck me until you fill me up? Wanna make a mess of me?” Hongjoong rubs one of his still wet fingers over his sensitive hole and gasps. Too bad Seonghwa isn’t here to use him while he’s blissed out like this.
“Yes, yes, yes ,” Seonghwa cries. “Ah, Hongjoong—”
With how deep Seonghwa’s voice usually is, Hongjoong is pleasantly surprised by the high pitched moan the other man lets out as he comes. He keeps fucking into his toy, slower and more shallow now, and Hongjoong wonders how much of a mess the other man made.
After another minute the sound stops, and all Hongjoong can hear is Seonghwa’s breathing. He listens to it and fills his lungs in time with him as a means to calm his racing heart.
“Um…” Seonghwa mumbles, his voice deep again. “So that was hot. Your voice is really, really pretty. Your moans… oh my god .”
Hongjoong giggles and stretches his arms over his head like a cat showing its belly. “No one has ever told me my voice is pretty before. I didn’t like it when I was younger.”
“It’s perfect,” Seonghwa says. “Kinda high pitched and naturally whiny. I really like it.”
“Thank you.” Hongjoong is starting to feel shy and vulnerable again. “If it wasn’t super obvious, I like your voice too.”
“Oh, it’s obvious, baby,” Seonghwa teases. “Did you have a good time?”
The question doesn’t sound like fishing when it comes from Seonghwa; Hongjoong thinks the other man just wants to know his comfort levels.
“Yeah,” Hongjoong looks down at the mess on his stomach and scrunches his nose. He needs to shower. “Really good. Thank you for um… well, that.”
There’s rustling sounds on the other end, and Hongjoong is sure that Seonghwa is undressing. He’ll probably take a shower soon too.
“It was hot when you got confident and took control. Is that something you like doing?”
Hongjoong hums as he mulls it over. Yes, he does like it, but it’s scary sometimes. To have that much control. To be in charge, more or less. The power is a little daunting. He doesn’t feel like a purely dominant person, but he does like to be a little mean and make men whine.
“Sort of? I like to get my way, as long as the other person wants it too. I like desperate men, it makes me feel like I’m wanted, desired.” Hongjoong hasn’t told anyone this before. Once when he was drunk, he babbled to the Unholy Trinity about how he’s tired of being used like a cum dumpster for mediocre sex.
San had said something, or slurred it because he is the worst at drinking, along the lines of, “There’s no shame in being a cum dumpster,” to which Hongjoong whined, “I know but that’s not what I want.”
“Sometimes I like being told what to do,” Hongjoong continues, “but I don’t want to be stuck in that dynamic. If I’m in the middle of sex with someone and I don’t want to be bossed around anymore, I’d like for my partner to understand that.”
Seonghwa makes a cute humming sound. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
They talk for a little while longer until they’ve both calmed down. Hongjoong has already started grabbing his sleep clothes and a towel when Seonghwa says, “It’s starting to bother me how sticky I am, I need to shower.”
“Me too,” Hongjoong says. “You were right, I did make a mess, mainly over myself though and not the towel.”
Seonghwa laughs. “Sorry, baby, I thought it would help. But us showering at the same time… it’s like we’re showering together, huh?”
Hongjoong rolls his eyes and smiles. “You’re crazy.”
“I’ll be thinking about you,” Seonghwa sing-songs and they say their goodbyes.
Hongjoong only feels a little weird once he’s alone again. It would be nice to have someone to shower and crawl into bed with.
The thought makes him shake his head at himself. He’s been talking to Seonghwa for a month and a half now, and he has to admit that he feels something for the other man. He isn’t… entirely sure what yet but it’s getting harder for him to stay away. Their little call sessions feel like dates to him, filling that void that’s been eating at him for years.
With that confusing thought, Hongjoong steps into the shower and tries to push the call out of his mind.
Wooyoung has just won Uno for the third time in a row when Hongjoong’s phone begins to buzz with an incoming call.
“You have to be cheating!” San whines.
“I feel like you’re hiding cards when we aren’t looking.”
Hongjoong peers down at his phone from its place between his legs and sees Seonghwa’s name. His stomach drops and heat rushes to his face.
“It’s not my fault you guys suck at Uno” Wooyoung refutes, “Why don’t you think smarter and work harder instead of complaining.”
San and Yeosang reach over at the same time to grab Wooyoung’s arms, and before the yelling and chaos can intensify, Hongjoong stands up with his phone in his hand.
“Uh, I’m gonna take this call real quick, I’ll be right back,” Hongjoong glances over at his room and fidgets beside his chair. He doesn’t really know why he’s waiting for permission, but he doesn’t want to be rude. He feels like he’s been rude lately.
All three of his friends look up, no trace of annoyance on their faces.
“That’s fine,” Wooyoung says, his forearms still gripped by his boyfriends. They look more concerned about shaking hidden cards from Wooyoung than Hongjoong’s late night call.
When Hongjoong finally gets to his room and shuts the door the yelling and laughing resumes. Hongjoong can’t help but to fondly roll his eyes. He’s sure the table will be a mess when he gets back.
Hongjoong sits on the floor in his dark room and answers the call. “Hello?”
“Hey, Hongjoong,” Seonghwa replies, and his voice sounds different, kind of far away. “I’m so glad you answered. Are you busy?”
“Umm,” Hongjoong pauses to listen and he can hear his friends bickering. “Kind of but not really? Although, now isn’t really the best time for… uh—” He cuts himself off and tugs at his earrings. Seonghwa never calls out of the blue like this, Hongjoong has been caught off guard. He loves messing around with Seonghwa over the phone, but he isn’t prepared or in the mood.
“Oh, sorry, no,” Seonghwa says quickly, his voice a little louder. “That’s not why I called, sorry.”
“Oh.” Hongjoong is now even more at a loss for words.
“I know that we text more than anything,” Seonghwa says, “But I really had to call someone. I’m driving home from a meeting; I stayed out too late with Mingi afterwards. I’m just so tired now and I keep nodding off. I’m only twenty minutes from home but it was getting really hard to keep my eyes open. Is it ok if we talk?”
“Of course it is,” Hongjoong says. His muscles relax a little. That explains why Seonghwa’s voice sounds strange; he’s probably using his car’s speakers. “Was the meeting far away?”
“About an hour. We’ve never gone that far out before, but my boss wanted to treat us after the meeting. And of course he didn’t pay for travel expenses.”
Hongjoong laughs. “An hour’s worth of gas is breaking your bank, is it?”
“Hey, those hour drives add up,” Seonghwa says. “Unless you only like rich guys, in that case this is nothing. I can definitely afford frequent, meaningless drives. I absolutely fill my tank all the way up every time.”
Hongjoong is aware that he’s smiling like an idiot into an empty room. He’s kind of glad for the lack of an audience. It’s embarrassing how easily amused he is of the other man.
“Next you’ll tell me you just bought me a Porsche or something, right?”
“That’s right, baby.” Hongjoong can hear the smile in Seonghwa’s voice. “What are you up to? I didn’t wake you up, did I?”
“Actually, uh,” Hongjoong feels the tiniest drop of guilt in his stomach. “My friends are over, we were playing Uno and we’re gonna watch a movie in a bit.”
“Oh, am I keeping you? I can let you go, Hongjoong, I’ll be fine.”
“No, no, it’s ok,” Hongjoong says too quickly. “They’re really good at entertaining each other, trust me.”
“This wouldn’t be your poly friend group, would it?” Seonghwa asks, a familiar tease sliding into his voice.
“You mean the only friends I have? Yes, it’s Wooyoung, Yeosang, and San.”
“Then I bet they are keeping themselves entertained,” Seonghwa laughs.
Hongjoong rolls his eyes, but he’s still smiling. “Mind out of the gutter, Seonghwa.”
“Sorry, sorry,” Seonghwa says, going through the motions. Neither of them say anything for a few seconds (in which Hongjoong becomes aware of how quiet it’s gotten in the other room, which makes him think maybe there’s something to Seonghwa’s comment) and then Seonghwa clears his throat. “In a somewhat related question, does it… bother you how often I think about and talk about sex?”
Hongjoong sighs loudly and dramatic enough so Seonghwa can hear. “I’ve already told you it doesn’t bother me. I would’ve blocked you by now if it did.”
He’s telling the truth, it really doesn’t bother him how Seonghwa talks. Instead of judging Seonghwa, lately he’s been wondering more about himself. Who carries on like this with a stranger? With a strange man he’s never seen?
Although, he’d be lying if he said he hasn’t been enjoying the anonymity. There’s a certain thrill to it all, to not knowing. Any man he passes on the street could be Seonghwa. And yet… he’s gotten curious. He can almost picture Seonghwa now, occasional street lights and storefronts lighting his face and the inside of his car. Are his eyes tired? Is he smiling to himself? How does he wear his hair?
Hongjoong shakes his head. Better not dwell on that too much. Not right now.
“It’s fun to talk about that stuff with someone,” Hongjoong continues. “I don’t exactly want to talk about sex with my friends who actually have it with each other. Then I might picture it.” Hongjoong shudders.
Seonghwa hums. “You wouldn’t want to picture it? Damn, your loss I guess,” he jokes.
Hongjoong fidgets with his earrings again. He knows Seonghwa is just messing with him, but he can’t help the slight sting of jealousy that hits him. “You wanna fuck my friends, Seonghwa?” he asks, lowering his voice.
The other man answers immediately. “Nah, just wanna fuck you.”
A surprised gasp falls from Hongjoong’s mouth. He was expecting a joke. “Umm.”
“Sorry, was that too blunt? I was just being honest.”
Hongjoong supposes that’s exactly what he wanted to hear. A fire starts in his gut; he swallows and takes a deep breath as he tries to quell it. Now is not the time. “Well, uh, good. Have you… read any interesting books lately?”
Their conversation goes back to safer topics for the rest of the drive. Hongjoong likes this. Seonghwa’s voice, which he usually only hears when he’s touching himself, is actually comforting. It’s a bit ridiculous how fond he is of someone’s voice alone.
Seonghwa tells Hongjoong that he’s made it home, and Hongjoong hears the click of the car’s locks as the vehicle is put into park.
“Thank you for talking to me, I’m sorry I interrupted your time with your friends though,” Seonghwa says. He still sounds like he’s connected through the speaker of his car, so he’s still sitting there talking with Hongjoong.
“Seonghwa, stop apologizing. I’m glad you called.”
“Yeah?”
God, why is Seonghwa’s voice so flirty? Hongjoong fans himself with a hand. There’s no way he’s leaving his room without his face firetruck red.
“Yeah,” Hongjoong answers. And now the mood feels too serious and the silence is heavy. Hongjoong decides to fill it with his own tease.
“It’s a shame though that I couldn’t have been in the car with you. I would have just reached over and kept you awake.”
Seonghwa makes a funny sound on the other end, like the statement surprised him. “Wait, what. Hang on—”
“Ok I’ll talk to you later Seonghwa, have a good night,” Hongjoong says in an overly sweet tone, and hangs up before Seonghwa can say anything else.
When he finally leaves his bedroom, he is mortified to be greeted with silence. All of his friends stare at him as he sits back down at the table— which absolutely is a mess of unorganized cards. A tiny battle must have taken place.
“Sorry,” Hongjoong mumbles, which receives immediate answers.
“Who is Seonghwa?” San asks.
“Do you have a boyfriend? You’re blushing.”
“Oh my god, I can’t believe you’re still talking to that guy.”
Everyone turns to look at Wooyoung because of his comment, then back to Hongjoong.
“What guy?” Yeosang asks.
San whines and slumps back in his chair. “Hongjoong is leaving us out of his interesting life events, that’s not fair.”
Wooyoung and Hongjoong stare each other down, Wooyoung clearly saying Do you want to tell them or should I? Honestly, Hongjoong is surprised Wooyoung was able to keep his secret for as long as he did. Two months has to be a record.
In an even voice so as not to cause a panic, Hongjoong says, “A few months ago Wooyoung gave me someone’s number to help me with math. It was a wrong number though, but I kept talking to the guy anyway because I was bored. That’s Seonghwa. He’s really nice.”
“Hongjoong, that’s crazy,” Yeosang says.
“How do you know he’s not a freak?”
Hongjoong’s blush must increase tenfold. “Well…” He recalls last week when they were texting and Seonghwa said something about wanting to fuck Hongjoong’s armpit and then lick all of the cum off. San isn’t exactly wrong.
“What the fuck does that mean,” Wooyoung asks.
“TMI,” San mumbles, “I meant in a serial killer way…”
“This is why I didn’t want to tell you guys about it. I knew you’d freak out.”
Hongjoong is not going to tell his friends the extent of his and Seonghwa’s… relationship. That’s entirely too much information for them, and they would absolutely overreact. He supposes someday he can fill them in, but not now. Not while he has someone he’s excited over. His phone buzzes on his thigh, and Hongjoong glances down to read a text from Seonghwa: you’re so evil and hot you suck.
His friends exchange looks with one another, and then Yeosang sighs.
“We don’t mean to be defensive, Hongjoong, it’s just… this is a new thing for you,” Yeosang says. “Usually you go out of your way to not talk to new people.”
Hongjoong groans and aggressively rubs his eyes. “You don’t understand. It’s been too long since I’ve had attention from a man who isn’t you three. And I like Seonghwa; he’s interesting. I know you guys worry about me, but I promise I can handle this. If it does get too weird, you’ll be the first to know.”
Even though he still has his eyes covered, he can tell from the silence that his friends exchange indecipherable looks with one another.
Wooyoung claps a hand onto Hongjoong’s shoulder and gives him a shake. “Sorry babe, we didn’t mean to give you a hard time.” Hongjoong pulls his hands away from his eyes.
“I don’t tease you about it because I think it’s bad,” Wooyoung continues, “I just think it’s a little weird and funny. And if something ends up happening between you two, then I guess that means I’m one hell of a wingman.”
Hongjoong glares at him, but he figures this is Wooyoung’s version of an apology. He’ll take it.
“Thanks. Anyways. Did we figure out if Wooyoung was cheating or not?”
The shouting from earlier resumes, accompanied by frantic pointing. Hongjoong grins and basks in the chaos.
He supposes he’ll tell them more about Seonghwa later. He has pretty good friends.
Later ends up being three days after Uno night. Hongjoong invited Wooyoung over and now they’re on his couch, gossiping and sipping red wine. Truly one of his favorite things to do with Wooyoung.
Right now Wooyoung is showing Hongjoong pictures of Yeosang’s new dye job. It’s bright green, practically neon, with raccoon tail patterns.
“Sannie and I think it looks really sexy on him. He’s such a scene queen, skater boy type, don’t you think?” Wooyoung gushes.
Hongjoong has to agree that the style suits him. The color is very out there, and the Yeosang from a few years ago would have never chosen a color so bold. He was so shy when Hongjoong first met him, but he’s bloomed into himself so much since he started dating San and Wooyoung.
“It really suits him, I love it. Does this have to do with what you said earlier? Someone being mean to him?” Hongjoong tries to circle them back. Wooyoung tells stories in a way like he’s pointing out all the evidence on a conspiracy board.
Wooyoung quickly sits up straighter and the wine sloshes in his glass. Hongjoong nervously glances at his couch cushion.
“Exactly! This bitch at his work— And you know I hate using bitch if I’m referring to a woman in a mean way, but she is evil — told him it was inappropriate and ugly. What the fuck!”
Hongjoong grins as he watches Wooyoung get riled up. He loves talking like this with his friends.
“First of all,” Wooyoung continues, “Don’t talk to my boyfriend that way? Everything about him is perfect and stunning and that stupid hotel should consider themselves blessed that he graces their premises.”
Hongjoong nods vigorously in agreement. “Right, right.”
“Secondly, what is this, the Atlantis Royal in Dubai? They’re not a high end hotel chain, so I don’t know why some of their staff act so conceited. And it’s 2024, everyone dyes their hair now.”
“Doesn’t everyone there love Yeosang? And the customers too?”
Wooyoung swallows the sip of wine he was taking. “Yes, literally everyone. All of the good reviews are about how sweet and helpful the front desk worker is.” Hongjoong can tell Wooyoung is proud about that.
“So what was this lady’s goal with her rude comment?” Hongjoong swirls the wine around in his glass and watches it. He knows he needs to talk about… it with Wooyoung, but this is comfortable. He can talk about something like this so easily.
“She wants to get him fired,” Wooyoung says, his voice pitched higher. “She’s never liked him. She knows that he’s gay, and that he has two boyfriends. I know we shouldn’t have visited him together, but then she would have just assumed he was cheating…”
They bad mouth the woman for a while and gossip about Yeosang’s hotel, and by then they’ve both finished their wine. Wooyoung grabs the bottle from the kitchen and fills both of their glasses again. Hongjoong takes a big swallow and steals himself.
“I want to tell you something, but I don’t want you to yell at me,” he says.
Wooyoung freezes with his glass to his mouth. “I’m always yelling, Hongjoong. But I feel like I know what this is about.”
Hongjoong groans and takes another sip. He’s glad he has some alcohol in him for this. “You might know, but you don’t know ,” he says cryptically.
His friend squints his eyes. “You want to tell me about your phone boyfriend.”
“He’s not my boyfriend,” Hongjoong blushes, “But yeah. I think that I… like him?” Wooyoung just stares and blinks. Hongjoong fidgets under his gaze.
“I don’t know. I’ve been feeling so weird lately.”
Wooyoung places his wine on the ground and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Ok, um… why do you think you like him? What do you like about him?” he asks, eyes closed. Hongjoong can tell he’s trying very hard to be helpful.
Hongjoong stares into his glass. “Well, he’s very sweet. He’s funny, a little weird, and he talks to me like he wants to know me. Not like I’m just something to pass the time.”
“That’s what this was for you, right?” Wooyoung asks. “But it’s not anymore?”
Hongjoong shakes his head; it’s gotten way beyond that point. Saying he talks to Seonghwa to “kill time” would be such an obvious lie. Wooyoung is really good at making people feel like he can look under their skin.
“What do you talk about?”
Hongjoong takes another sip. “You know, just stuff. How our days are. He’s a web designer, so we talk about his job sometimes. He likes Legos and reading, and he tells me about that too. I um… have told him some stuff about you and the boys, and I tell him about other things that have happened in my life.” He knows he’s being vague, but even with wine in him he has trouble opening up.
Wooyoung sits back and finally takes a drink. The action eases the tension. “Good things about us, surely.”
“Oh, of course,” Hongjoong reassures, because honestly he doesn’t have problems with his friends. If he did, he wouldn’t tell a stranger, he would just go to them. “Only… I’ve told him how sometimes I get a little jealous of you three.”
Wooyoung stretches his leg and nudges Hongjoong’s thigh with his toe. “Joongie—”
“There’s something else,” Hongjoong interrupts before this turns into a pity party. He braces himself, shrinking away from his friend as he says, “We also uh… have phone sex?”
Wooyoung kicks Hongjoong’s thigh, causing his wine to violently slosh.
“Ow, what the fuck?”
“What the fuck is right!” Wooyoung yells, of course. “You have phone sex with this random guy? What does that even mean?”
“Um…” Hongjoong has started to sweat. He didn’t think he’d have to give details.
Wooyoung takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. “Do you… send pictures?”
“Sometimes.”
“Hongjoong! ”
“Not of my face or my dick!”
Wooyoung shakes his head. “So he doesn’t know what you look like? Do you know what he looks like?”
“No, I don’t.”
Wooyoung stares Hongjoong down, and he looks like he really wants to say something else about that. Instead, he takes another deep breath and says, “Ok.”
Hongjoong waits a couple seconds, and then he says, “I know what his hands look like.”
Hongjoong pulls up one of the other hand pictures that Seonghwa sent him, more recent ones that don’t involve monster erotica or cum. Wooyoung moves in closer and they sit shoulder to shoulder.
Wooyoung huffs. “He does have very pretty hands, I’ll give you that. Very neat nails and cuticles, how does he do that?”
Hongjoong shrugs. “I think about his hands constantly, Wooyoung. What’s happening to me, ugh.” He leans back against the pillows on the couch and sighs.
Wooyoung sits back again. Another sip of wine. “Hyung, you have to tell me more about the phone sex. I’m painfully curious. I promise I will try my best not to be mean.”
The embarrassment creeps up and threatens to strangle him out of talking, but he pushes through. Since this thing started, all he’s wanted to do is tell his best friend. The hardest part was bringing it up, and he’s done that. He can keep talking like this is a normal relationship.
“Usually it starts when someone gets too flirty when we’re texting, and then we call each other,” Hongjoong says. Wooyoung leans forward a little, which is enough encouragement for Hongjoong to keep going. “And his voice… god it’s so smooth and deep and really hot. He’s good at dirty talk too, like he isn’t embarrassed by anything he says. That’s attractive to me, because I’m not like that.”
Wooyoung is grinning now, and Hongjoong is relieved. “So… he helps you jack off? I’m assuming it’s good if you’ve been talking to him for this long.”
Hongjoong nods, and then he laughs. Having this conversation at all is so absurd. “Sometimes it’s like we’re actually in the room together, having sex.” That part does embarrass him to say out loud. Just thinking about sex with Seonghwa makes his stomach twist. “He’s not some macho type top either. Wooyoung, he’s so my type.”
“Even though you’ve never seen him, he’s your type?” Wooyoung asks, but the comment lacks any kind of tease.
Hongjoong groans and scrapes his fingers through his hair. “Yeah. Isn’t that awful? Fuck, I’m so attracted to him I don’t know what to do with myself.”
“Wow,” Wooyoung says, “This might be the most scandalous thing you’ve ever done, Hongjoong. I’m concerned, but impressed. You pushed yourself this much out of your comfort zone for some e-dick. I have to commend your efforts.”
Hongjoong laughs and feels a bit lighter. It feels so nice to finally be able to share this with someone; it makes Seonghwa feel less like a secret. And it helps that Wooyoung didn’t tease him too much about it.
“I know it’s… weird but I do really like him. I like talking to him, he makes me feel good. And I’ve enjoyed the anonymity of it all, it makes me feel like I have a little bit of control for once, you know?”
Wooyoung reaches over and places a warm hand over Hongjoong’s. His voice is more serious than usual when he says, “I don’t think that’s weird at all.”
One week after his talk with Wooyoung, Hongjoong finds himself thinking too hard about Seonghwa.
He’s lying back on his bed with his legs over the edge of the mattress. His fingers drum a restless rhythm against his phone, which he has on his stomach. Hongjoong and Seonghwa have called each other almost every day the past week, and only a couple of the calls ended with mutual masturbation. Sure, they’ve talked about other things besides sex before, but they usually did that over text. Now Hongjoong calls because he wants to hear Seonghwa’s voice, and he assumes the reasoning is the same for the other man. He calls him when he’s making dinner because he feels lonely and wants to pass the time. Seonghwa tells him about his day, or a story from high school, or about a weird erotic novel he’s read.
It’s been really nice. Hongjoong has already admitted to himself that he isn’t still talking to Seonghwa because he wants attention from a man; he likes Seonghwa a lot. He wants attention from Seonghwa .
This train of thought leads Hongjoong to pick up his phone and shakily start a conversation.
Me:
Seonghwa
His message is read as soon as it’s delivered.
Seonghwa:
hongjoong :D
He takes a deep breath, types and sends his message before he can change his mind.
Me:
what do you look like?
Seonghwa:
oh
Seonghwa:
do u want a description or an actual picture?
The anxiety shakes start to overtake Hongjoong’s legs, even though he’s lying down. He doesn’t know why he’s so nervous about this.
Me:
picture, if that’s ok
Seonghwa:
ok, one sec. I don’t really take pictures of myself so I have to go digging lol
Hongjoong doesn’t know if he can wait “one sec”. He’s got too much energy buzzing through him. Any moment now, a picture of Seonghwa will come through and his entire world is going to change and probably explode. It doesn’t really matter to him what Seonghwa looks like, he just wants to know so badly. He wants to be able to picture someone.
Three pictures come in at once, and Hongjoong chokes on the spit he was swallowing. He sits up on the edge of his bed and coughs into the crook of his arm, all while staring wide-eyed at his phone screen.
Because what the fuck. He wasn’t expecting Seonghwa to be goddamn ethereal. He clicks on the first picture so that it takes up his entire screen. It’s a selfie with a huge Lego structure, probably at an amusement park. Seonghwa is gorgeous. Tan skin, hair so dark it’s almost black and it nearly covers his eyes. He’s wearing glasses with thin, circular black frames. They're kind of dorky but they look really good on him; they suit his face. He’s got a long, gorgeous nose and full lips that Hongjoong stares at for far too long.
He swipes to the next picture, and this one was taken in a dressing room, like Seonghwa couldn’t decide whether or not he likes whatever it is he was trying on. Hongjoong thinks he looks incredibly good. He’s wearing a black top tucked into some charcoal gray pleated trousers. He’s got a tiny waist, broad shoulders, and long legs. Hongjoong’s mouth has gone dry; his mouth fell open once the pictures popped up and he forgot to close it.
The last picture must be taken by a friend. It looks like they’re on the roof of a building in the summertime. Seonghwa’s smile is so big, and of course he has perfect teeth and golden skin. Hongjoong can’t believe he’s been reading such filthy texts from such a beautiful man. His head spins.
When he finally swipes out of the pictures, he sees that Seonghwa has texted two more times.
Seonghwa:
here are a couple. sorry they’re so random, I really don’t take pictures of myself that often. these are all from this year though
Seonghwa:
why is this embarrassing lol. hongjoong pls text back I’m sweating
Me:
Sorry sorry I’m kind of speechless right now. What the fuck, Seonghwa.
Me:
Your hands match the rest of you. You’re so gorgeous it’s actually making me feel crazy
Me:
Can I call you?
Seonghwa:
yeah ofc
“Hey,” Seonghwa answers after Hongjoong presses the call button. He sounds kind of shy. Hongjoong thinks about the picture in the dressing room and wow, he’s never wanted to suck a man’s dick so badly in his life.
“Seonghwa, how the fuck do you look like that?” Hongjoong puts his phone on speaker so he can stare at the pictures some more. “Oh my god. You have the prettiest face I’ve ever seen. And your waist holy shit I want to wrap my thighs around it.”
Seonghwa laughs. “Um, thank you. I can’t believe I actually sent you pictures of myself.” The shyness starts to leave his voice. “I didn’t think you would ever want to send pictures of our faces. What made you ask?”
Hongjoong zooms in on the first selfie to stare at his jaw and pretty neck. “I don’t know… I guess I just wanted to put a face to your voice.”
“Or you wanted to be able to really picture me fucking you? Think about what I could look like in the audios I send you?”
Hongjoong has to cover his mouth to stop whatever embarrassing sound was about to escape. He squeezes his eyes shut but he sees the picture on his eyelids. Seonghwa is right, of course he is. Because now Hongjoong can picture that beautiful man saying those words right into his ear. It’s almost too much.
“Your silence speaks volumes,” Seonghwa teases.
“I seriously can’t believe this,” Hongjoong mumbles. “Goddamn. So, so gorgeous.”
“Ok, your turn,” Seonghwa says.
“Huh?”
“It’s your turn to send pictures of yourself, Hongjoong. If you’re comfortable, that is.”
“I suppose it’s only fair,” Hongjoong says. Unlike Seonghwa, he does take pictures of himself often. Mainly to take pictures of his outfits or new hairstyles or his makeup. He scrolls through his camera roll and picks a few that he likes. One is a selfie where he’s showing off some dark eye shadow, a couple of his favorite grunge outfits, and one that Wooyoung took before they got super drunk celebrating the end of the semester. After he sends those, he also decides to lay back down and take a picture of himself now.
“Oh my god,” Seonghwa mutters on the other end. “Before I get borderline disrespectful, I would like to say that I love your style. Oh, you’re cute.”
Hongjoong laughs and kicks his feet. Then he realizes what he just did and rolls his eyes at himself. “Thank you, Hwa.”
“Why are you so pretty? You’ve got a perfect mouth. Is it weird that I want to lick your teeth? Because I do. This is a new feeling for me.”
Hongjoong’s entire body grows warm. “I’d let you.”
“These boots that you’re wearing in all of your outfit pictures, do you wear them a lot? They look so good on you. I mean I bet anything would look good on you, but they really suit you.”
Those boots are practically all he wears. Black leather with a thick, slight platform. They lace up to his mid-calf. Hongjoong thinks it’s strange that the boots are what he chose to point out next, but then he remembers Seonghwa telling him forever ago that he’s into having his dick stepped on. So maybe it’s not so strange after all.
“Yeah, I wear them all the time. You like them?”
Seonghwa hums in confirmation. Then he says, “This last picture… I think I’m drooling a little. You look so good in just a black tank top. I actually think you should only wear tank tops forever because fuck, your chest. Oh my god—” Seonghwa abruptly cuts himself off and there are some rustling sounds on the other end.
“Tell me what you’re thinking about,” Hongjoong says because he feels like Seonghwa is keeping too much to himself right now. He wants to know every thought that runs through Seonghwa’s pretty head.
Seonghwa huffs. “I’m thinking that I want to play with your chest until you’re crying. I want to put my mouth all over you.”
Hongjoong isn’t going to lie, all of this is really affecting him. He knows why he didn’t, but part of him wishes he had sent pictures of himself sooner if it was going to turn him on this much. Seonghwa already talked about his body like he’d seen it and wanted it, but now it all feels more real.
Hongjoong resists the urge to touch himself. “Anything else?”
“Would you let me fuck your chest? Because I’d love to do that, too,” Seonghwa says. His voice is breathy like it usually is when he’s touching himself. Hongjoong hopes the other man is touching himself to his pictures.
“I’d let you do anything you want to me, Seonghwa,” Hongjoong says. He feels reckless right now, like a live power line.
“That’s a pretty brave statement,” Seonghwa says. “I think you should send another picture wearing that tank top, but with your arms over your head. I want to see something.”
Hongjoong laughs. “I’m not going to send you a picture of my armpits.”
“So mean,” Seonghwa pouts. A minute goes by, and Hongjoong assumes he’s looking at the pictures some more. Then Seonghwa softly groans. “You’re killing me, baby. Can I look at your pictures later when I get off?”
Hongjoong stares at Seonghwa’s pictures again; they’re both indirectly looking at each other. Seonghwa has got to stop calling him “baby,” he can barely take it. Instead of answering, he asks, “What are you doing today?”
Seonghwa pauses. “Umm. Well, since it’s the weekend I wasn’t planning on doing much. Really I just wanted to talk to you.”
It leaves his mouth before he can really think about it, but he doesn’t want to take it back as he says, “You should invite me over instead.”
“Oh. Oh. Um—”
Hongjoong laughs at the way Seonghwa stutters, obviously caught off guard. He hadn’t expected to say that, but it is what he wants. He wants Seonghwa. He wants to touch him and kiss him and feel him all over. He knows it could be risky to go to a stranger’s apartment, but something in his gut tells him he needs to do this.
That might be the lust, but either way, how can Hongjoong deny himself any longer?
“Fuck, yeah, ok,” Seonghwa finally reaches a clumsy answer and shares his exact location.
Before he leaves his apartment, Hongjoong thoroughly cleans himself up, puts on a hoodie and his favorite boots. He also grabs a couple condoms (just in case), and as he opens his front door he decides he should probably text Wooyoung. Better to be safe than sorry.
Me:
Hey if you don’t hear from me later tonight, come look for me here and bring your bfs too
He shares Seonghwa’s location with him. He truly doesn’t think anything bad will happen, but it helps to ease his nerves. Wooyoung texts back quicker than he usually does.
Bitch:
omfg. ok slut, get some and be SAFE
Hongjoong pockets his phone and locks the door behind him.
As it turns out, Seonghwa is only a twenty minute train ride away. The entire ride Hongjoong feels like he’s going to jump out of his skin; his knee bounces rapidly all twenty minutes. It’s been two years since he last had sex. He knows they don’t have to have sex, that Seonghwa wouldn’t push anything on him, but he wants to. His nerves start to shift into excitement the closer he gets to Seonghwa.
He figures he can call Seonghwa his friend. It’s weird because he still sometimes calls him a stranger in his head, but he feels happy whenever he thinks about him. They have been consistently talking for a little over two months now, which is longer than Hongjoong thought he’d be texting that wrong number. He figured he’d get bored after a week, but here he is at the end of summer, walking towards an apartment in an area of the city he’s never been to.
Hongjoong double checks the apartment number, and then he triple checks. He takes a deep breath, then knocks on the door as rapidly as his heart beats. There’s audible movement inside and Hongjoong feels like he might pass out.
The door swings open in front of Hongjoong, and there, standing barefoot in the doorway, is Seonghwa. His hair is long and messy, pretty much covering his eyes behind his glasses. There are several rings on his fingers and bracelets decorating his wrists. He’s got on a spotless white tee and sweatpants, and Hongjoong’s legs shake. Especially when Seonghwa looks him over with wide eyes from his hair down to his boots.
“Seonghwa—”
Hongjoong can’t get another word out though, because Seonghwa grabs him by the front of his hoodie, pulls him in, and kisses him roughly. Hongjoong somehow manages to get the door closed behind him and Seonghwa shoves him into it. Seonghwa kisses him like a man starved, deprived. Hongjoong does his best to keep up. It’s been too long since he’s been kissed.
Hongjoong greedily accepts Seonghwa’s tongue when it passes over his bottom lip, opening his mouth so he can feel the other’s tongue rub slick against his own. Seonghwa whimpers and tightens his grip on the hoodie as he aligns his hips with Hongjoong’s.
Seonghwa is, as frantic as he is, a really good kisser. He uses just enough pressure that Hongjoong knows his lips will pleasantly tingle after, and his tongue is long and thorough in its movements. The frames of Seonghwa’s glasses brush against Hongjoong’s skin whenever the angle of the kiss changes. Heat builds steadily in Hongjoong’s gut.
“Can’t believe I finally get to kiss you,” Seonghwa breathes when he pulls away for a second. He dives back in to suck on Hongjoong’s tongue, which makes the smaller man moan. “This whole thing has felt like such a delicious tease. You taste really fucking good. Bet you taste good everywhere. Fuck, you’re so pretty.”
Hongjoong’s knees nearly buckle from hearing Seonghwa’s voice in person. The tone is rich and warm and perfect, like over the phone but so much better.
Seonghwa mouths at his neck now, and Hongjoong lets his head thump back against the door. Seonghwa’s mouth is searing hot against his skin; Hongjoong is sure that he’s already sweating. When Seonghwa latches on with his teeth and sucks hard at Hongjoong’s pulse point, he can’t help but to roll his hips against Seonghwa’s. The action causes the both of them to make needy sounds.
“Want your tongue back in my mouth,” Hongjoong pants, pulling Seonghwa’s face back up to his own with his hands. Seonghwa goes happily and lets Hongjoong take control of the kiss.
He’s so caught up in the feel of Seonghwa’s lips and teeth and tongue that he forgets he still has his boots on. And now he’s standing on Seonghwa’s carpet.
Hongjoong pulls his mouth away and laughs when Seonghwa chases after it.
“Hang on, I gotta take my boots off,” he bends down to unzip one.
“Wait,” Seonghwa says, and fuck, his voice already sounds wrecked and all they’ve done is kiss a little. “Leave them on? For a little bit, at least?”
Hongjoong shrugs. “It’s your carpet.”
Seonghwa grins and kisses him again. His hands travel down and he reaches under Hongjoong’s hoodie to grab his waist. He squeezes a little, then his hands skim over the thin fabric. It feels so good, sparks of pleasure rush through Hongjoong’s body.
“Are you wearing…” Seonghwa pulls away and stares down at where his hands have disappeared under Hongjoong’s large hoodie. “Are you wearing that tank top?”
Hongjoong doesn’t answer him right away. He’s too entranced by the way Seonghwa stares at his body, his eyes hooded and his mouth open as he tries to retain a normal breathing pattern. His glasses are a little crooked, and his cheeks are flushed. He’s so hot.
Hongjoong decides he should probably say that out loud. “You’re so hot. You look like you were pulled from one of my wet dreams.”
Seonghwa kisses him again. He leaves a couple of kisses on Hongjoong’s mouth, and then he gets a bit sloppy as he kisses his chin, his jaw, and up to his ear where he lingers. He drags his lips along Hongjoong’s piercings, and then he sticks his tongue in and practically French kisses his ear. Hongjoong’s eyes roll back.
“ Ah, Seonghwa,” Hongjoong whines, the stimulation against his ear a little too much. The onslaught of dirty sounds right there makes his back arch off the wall. “Take my hoodie off, take it off, take it off.”
Seonghwa doesn’t have to be asked twice. The hoodie is on the ground in less than a second and Seonghwa’s eyes dance over Hongjoong’s midsection. Hongjoong is about to pull him back in, but then Seonghwa grabs his arms by wrapping one big hand around his wrists and pins them to the door over his head. Heat rushes to Hongjoong’s face; he feels much more vulnerable like this, like he’s on display.
Seonghwa looks him over slowly, taking his time. He reaches down with his free hand and kneads himself over his sweatpants, gasping at the pressure. Hongjoong’s hips involuntarily twitch at the action. He loves how shameless Seonghwa is. He would let Seonghwa get himself off just by looking at his body, just like this, but he has other plans.
Seonghwa apparently has other plans too because he’s crowded against Hongjoong’s body again, shallowly grinding his hips. He leans down, but he doesn’t kiss Hongjoong’s neck like the other man thought he was going to do. Instead, he feels the hot wetness of Seonghwa’s tongue on the side of his pec where the tank exposes him, and then he moves up, slowly licking a fat stripe up Hongjoong’s armpit.
His entire body jerks with shock. He feels it when Seonghwa groans, low against his skin.
“Oh my fucking god,” Hongjoong gasps, surprised at how the action caused his dick to twitch with interest. “You are a freak.”
The comment seems to spur Seonghwa on. He grinds their hips together roughly and repeats the same path with his tongue, this time leaving a sucking kiss to the divoted area. The hand around Hongjoong’s wrists squeezes a little tighter. Hongjoong has never felt more embarrassed and more turned on in his life.
Seonghwa finally lets up on his armpit and uses his free hand to pull the arm hole area of Hongjoong’s tank top over, enough to expose his nipple. He latches on with teeth and tongue and Hongjoong whines. Seonghwa releases his grip on Hongjoong’s wrists so he can use both hands to squeeze his chest while he licks and sucks. Hongjoong keeps his arms folded on top of his head, allowing Seonghwa to indulge himself.
Hongjoong knew that he enjoyed himself when he and Seonghwa texted or spoke over the phone, knew that he had the best orgasms of his life just through Seonghwa’s desperate words or his guidance, but he didn’t expect he could feel like this. Never in any of his previous sexual encounters has he been blessed with this much foreplay, and his partners were never desperate like this. They all just wanted to move through the motions so they could get their dicks in him and get themselves off.
Seonghwa moves to the other side of Hongjoong’s chest, giving it the same treatment. Hongjoong tries to swallow back the embarrassing sounds building in his throat, but half of them spill out anyways.
He shoves his knee between Seonghwa’s legs, offering his thigh, which Seonghwa immediately grinds down onto in rough little circles. He pulls away from Hongjoong’s chest to pant into the crook of his neck, those big hands squeezing Hongjoong’s waist. Hongjoong hopes he wraps his hands around him like that when he fucks him.
“Fuck, thank you,” Seonghwa gasps when Hongjoong pushes up with his thigh, and it’s a bit too much for him to handle. How can someone’s voice sound so sweet but so dirty at the same time?
Hongjoong brings a hand up to the back of Seonghwa’s head and tangles his fingers in the dark strands. He gently pulls Seonghwa back by the hair so he can look him in the eyes, and the other man moans. Hongjoong wants to eat him.
Hongjoong is surprised by how rough his own voice sounds when he says, “I want you to get on your knees, ok, doll?”
Seonghwa drops immediately, shaking like an excited dog at Hongjoong’s feet.
Hongjoong can’t help the mean chuckle that falls from his lips. “Easy.” He nudges at Seonghwa’s bulge with the toe of his boot. The color of his sweatpants isn’t quite dark enough to disguise the wet spot he’s made.
“Fuck, Seonghwa, you’re so worked up. Just from kissing me?” Hongjoong is actually a bit in awe. He’s unbelievably sexy like this, on his knees, looking up with a flushed face and kiss swollen lips.
“Can’t say I’m much better though,” Hongjoong says. He places the sole of his boot directly over Seonghwa’s dick and rolls his foot, applying pressure in waves from the heel to the toe. Seonghwa moans and ruts up against the boot. Hongjoong feels a bit drunk right now.
“Put your hands on your thighs and keep them there,” he says. Seonghwa complies, and his fingers grip the fabric of his pants tightly. Hongjoong coos.
“You’re so eager, aren’t you?” Hongjoong steps down a bit harder and Seonghwa’s entire body jolts. Hongjoong has never had anyone step on his dick before, but the sounds Seonghwa makes has him convinced that he’s been missing out. He wonders if Seonghwa would be up for returning the favor one day.
Seonghwa’s fingers tighten their grip on the fabric of his pants; Hongjoong assumes he wants to touch him, or touch himself somewhere. It’s cute.
“Hongjoong,” Seonghwa’s voice is soft, “it feels so good, oh my god.”
Hongjoong grips onto Seonghwa’s hair again at the roots and tilts his head up.
“Good. Now open your mouth.”
Seonghwa obeys as he tilts his head back and opens his mouth, his tongue plush and inviting. Hongjoong gets a bit lost staring into his mouth and throat, and he debates either slipping his fingers or his cock into the wet heat. Instead, he leans down and spits into Seonghwa’s mouth.
Seonghwa swallows immediately and surges up to kiss Hongjoong. The kiss is messy and wet and desperate, but Hongjoong keeps the other man down with more pressure from his boot. When Hongjoong pulls away, a string of spit connects their lips. Seonghwa runs his tongue over his bottom lip and breaks it.
“I want more of you,” Seonghwa pleads and presses up more into Hongjoong’s boot.
“Touch me.” Hongjoong pulls Seonghwa’s face close to his pelvis.
Hongjoong places his boot back on the ground so it’s easier for Seonghwa to sit up on his knees. Seonghwa runs his hands up Hongjoong’s thighs, kneading in with his fingers as he goes, and then pushes his fingers up Hongjoong’s tank top, bunches up the fabric to expose his lower stomach.
“Oh, damn,” Seonghwa mutters and scratches his nails through Hongjoong’s happy trail. Hongjoong doesn’t miss how this action mirrors what Hongjoong did to himself so long ago, the day that he first heard Seonghwa’s voice over the phone. He sighs softly and leans back against the door.
“This is so hot,” Seonghwa marvels, his fingers setting Hongjoong’s skin on fire. He replaces his fingers with his nose, nuzzling against Hongjoong’s skin before opening his mouth and dragging his tongue up through the path of hair.
Hongjoong gasps and buries his fingers in Seonghwa’s hair. He really is sensitive on his stomach and inner thighs, he told Seonghwa the truth about that. Seonghwa squeezes Hongjoong’s hips as he kisses his stomach, hands slowly moving inwards until his fingers reach Hongjoong’s black studded belt.
Seonghwa looks up. “Can I?”
Hongjoong nods.
Seonghwa makes quick work of the belt buckle. He unbuttons Hongjoong’s jeans, rolls down the zipper, and pulls his pants down just enough so that the bulge in Hongjoong’s underwear is accessible. He pushes his pretty nose into it first, inhaling Hongjoong’s scent there, and then rubs him with his hand. Hongjoong allows his full weight to rest against the door and enjoys the show.
Seonghwa sighs when he circles his fingers around Hongjoong and pulls him out. “Always knew you’d have a pretty cock. Just like the rest of you.”
The heat of Seonghwa’s tongue dragging from the base all the way up to the tip is so much hotter than Hongjoong remembers. It’s been so long since anyone else has touched him that Hongjoong feels a bit overwhelmed in the best way by each touch.
Seonghwa’s tongue is long and pointed as he teases at the slit, and the action causes Hongjoong to curse. The other man grins before taking the head into the wet heat of his mouth, sucking and rubbing it with his tongue before sinking further down.
“Shit, Seonghwa,” Hongjoong moans, eyes widened as Seonghwa takes all of him down his throat in one go. He swallows around him, and it takes everything in Hongjoong to not bust right then. His fingers tangle in Seonghwa’s soft hair and he bites down hard on his bottom lip.
Seonghwa pulls off and sinks down again, not nearly as deep as he sets a pace that has Hongjoong panting. His thighs shake with the effort to not buck into Seonghwa’s throat.
Hongjoong’s breathing has started to get rough when Seonghwa pulls off to ask, “Wanna fuck my throat, pretty baby?” He strokes Hongjoong firmly, his fingers massaging in the most agonizing way whenever they reach the head.
“As nice as that sounds,” Hongjoong pants, picturing the action and going lightheaded for a second, “I’ll probably come immediately.”
Seonghwa pouts, his fingers relentless as he strokes him. “Don’t think I can make you come twice?”
Hongjoong laughs a little at that and runs his fingers through Seonghwa’s hair. “Oh I know you could,” he reassures. “I just… want to hold off is all.”
Seonghwa catches the way he pauses, and his gaze darkens. “Hongjoong, are you edging yourself?”
The blush on Hongjoong’s face burns. “Kind of… I like how it feels when— when I let it build up.”
“Why didn’t you just say so, baby?” Seonghwa says, and Hongjoong expects him to pull back, but instead he keeps massaging his cockhead with his fingers. “You are pretty wet, hm? Just drenching my fingers.”
Hongjoong’s moan is close to a sob; it feels so good. He’s dizzy from all of the attention, Seonghwa’s voice, the sounds they’re making. Seonghwa leans back in and licks at the precum beading at the tip before placing a sucking kiss there. Hongjoong’s legs shake.
“Do you wanna go to my room?” Seonghwa asks when he pulls away, but keeps his hand around him.
Hongjoong nods as he attempts to calm himself down.
“What?” Seonghwa asks, faux confusion pulling his full eyebrows together. He pumps his hand up and down again.
“Ah, yes, fuck, let’s go to your room,” Hongjoong says through a clenched jaw.
Seonghwa grins and stands up; they’re practically nose to nose. Hongjoong almost forgot that he’s taller. He pulls him in for a kiss by the back of his neck and tastes himself on the other’s tongue.
The ribbed waistband of Seonghwa’s sweatpants rubs against Hongjoong’s hard cock and it makes him hiss. He’s about to pull away to either take off his pants or attempt to tuck himself back in when Seonghwa hooks his hands behind his knees and hoists him up.
Hongjoong shrieks and tightly wraps his legs around Seonghwa’s waist as he’s carried to the bedroom. On their way there, Hongjoong looks around Seonghwa’s apartment and spots some of the Lego sets he received pictures of. He also notices that his apartment is very tidy. So far, absolutely no alarm bells have gone off inside his head about this man. Hongjoong considers himself lucky that the man he’s been talking to is just a bit of a pervert and not a serial killer.
The bedroom is neat too, Hongjoong notes before the world blurs as he’s dropped onto the soft bed. He immediately tugs his belt all the way out of the loops and drops it onto Seonghwa’s carpet floor. He’s about to push his pants down when he notices Seonghwa just staring at him.
“What?” His thumbs are hooked into the waistband of his jeans.
“Sorry, I was just thinking.”
Hongjoong raises his eyebrows. “Thinking about…?”
Seonghwa reaches behind his head and pulls his t-shirt up. Hongjoong watches, lips parted, as inch after inch of golden skin reveals itself.
“I was just thinking how I sat in that exact same spot the first time I touched myself to your words. You were just text on a screen but you still made me feel desperate.” Seonghwa drops his shirt on the ground; his hair is a little messy and his glasses unbalanced. Hongjoong aches.
Hongjoong blinks himself out of his stupor and finally frees himself of his jeans and underwear. “Please come here,” he calls, legs open with the desire to feel the weight of the other man on him.
Seonghwa obeys and positions himself over Hongjoong like he had read his mind. Hongjoong almost tears up over the feeling of this much contact, of finally feeling the heat of another beautiful man. Sometimes Hongjoong feels he’s too gay for his own good, but he delights in it all the same.
He drags his fingers across Seonghwa’s broad shoulders as the other man licks a teasing path up his neck. An excess of energy buzzes underneath Hongjoong’s skin, but as horny and sexually frustrated as he is, he doesn’t want to rush through this. “Can we kiss for a bit?” he breathes.
Seonghwa runs his hand over Hongjoong’s side. The fabric of his tank top bunches up. “Of course we can, babydoll. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”
The statement is sweet, but Hongjoong has to make his intentions clear. He hooks a finger under Seonghwa’s chin and tilts his face up to make eye contact.
“While I do appreciate that,” he says gently, “I’m not leaving here until I get your cock inside me, m’kay?”
Seonghwa nods slowly, cheeks tinted pink when he leans in to kiss Hongjoong. The kiss starts slow and Hongjoong takes his time to taste Seonghwa’s mouth. He runs his tongue along the other’s bottom lip, sucks on it lightly, then pulls back. Seonghwa leans back in with a hand on the side of Hongjoong’s neck and kisses him again. His thumb strokes gently over Hongjoong’s jugular. The soothing motion makes Hongjoong shudder.
Softly, Seonghwa starts on a descending path of kisses. He kisses Hongjoong’s chin, his jaw, removes his hand and kisses his neck. Hongjoong has just sunk his fingers into Seonghwa’s hair when the other man stops at his collar bone.
“Can I…” Seonghwa starts, but his voice is just a whisper. He licks his lips and tries again. “Can I kiss your ear again? You seemed to like it before.”
Hongjoong squirms a little when he recalls the way it felt. Hot. Wet. Loud. He had never been kissed there like that before, but Seonghwa is right; he did like it.
“Yeah, I did,” Hongjoong nods. “It felt weird but… good.” His heart thumps wildly in his chest with anticipation.
Seonghwa grins and slides one of his hands up under Hongjoong’s tank top. “You’re so cute, Hongjoong.”
The ticklish exhale of Seonghwa’s breath almost makes Hongjoong pull away. Muscles in his abdomen jump and Seonghwa soothes them by firmly pressing down and rubbing with his hand. Seonghwa starts by kissing under Hongjoong’s ear, a firm press of plush lips and hot tongue. He pulls Hongjoong’s earlobe into his mouth and sucks.
Hongjoong squeezes his eyes shut as Seonghwa’s tongue traces the shell of his ear. Part of him wants to think that this is embarrassing, but why should he? Seonghwa doesn’t seem to think anything of it as he places an open mouthed kiss over Hongjoong’s ear. He doesn’t shy away from using his tongue, either. Hongjoong covers his mouth with his hand once Seonghwa starts to really get into it, the sensation enough to make his jaw drop and his eyes roll back.
Gently, Seonghwa’s tongue explores the inside of Hongjoong’s ear. The combination of his tongue, his plush lips, and his hot breath makes Hongjoong squirm and whine. Hongjoong has always been sensitive to sounds, but he didn’t realize this could be something he’s into.
The hand under Hongjoong’s tank top moves up onto his chest. Seonghwa squeezes his pec and exhales a soft groan into Hongjoong’s ear. The pressure from Seonghwa’s weight feels good against the lower half of his body, but it isn’t enough. Hongjoong wraps his legs around Seonghwa’s waist and slowly rolls his hips up. His hard cock rubs against Seonghwa’s stomach.
“Why are you still wearing your pants,” Hongjoong mumbles.
Seonghwa leaves one more wet kiss to Hongjoong’s ear before he pulls back, kissing down his jaw and neck before he straightens. Hongjoong’s legs part so that Seonghwa can get up from the bed.
Wordlessly, Seonghwa pushes down his sweatpants and kicks them off. Hongjoong doesn’t miss the fact that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath them. Of course Seonghwa has to be pretty everywhere. His dick is a little bigger than Hongjoong’s. Seonghwa doesn’t have as much hair as Hongjoong does, but what he does have is neatly trimmed.
Before he gets back into bed, Seonghwa opens the bedside table and pulls out a bottle of strawberry flavored lube and a condom. Hongjoong is glad Seonghwa has one, because the condoms he brought are long forgotten inside his jeans somewhere on the floor. He also kind of wants Seonghwa to fuck him raw, but he knows that wouldn’t be the smartest move considering this is their first sexual encounter. Well— in person encounter.
Hongjoong looks Seonghwa up and down before he climbs back into bed.
“I kind of want you in my mouth,” he says. Although, kind of is putting it lightly. He used to daydream about sucking Seonghwa’s dick.
Seonghwa hums like he’s thinking and pulls up Hongjoong’s tank top. The smaller man raises his arms to help.
“That’s funny, because I want you in mine,” Seonghwa says lightly. “What are we going to do about that?”
“You already had your turn,” Hongjoong glares, but he knows there’s no heat behind his eyes.
“We can both have our way, you know,” Seonghwa neatly folds Hongjoong’s tank top and places it on the ground. Hongjoong stares at him, his brain too foggy from all the kissing to catch up.
Seonghwa laughs and moves to lay beside Hongjoong. “Come sit here,” he gestures vaguely to his chest.
Hongjoong is about to straddle him when Seonghwa does a turning motion with his finger.
“Oh,” Hongjoong mutters, and does his best to not hit Seonghwa in the face as he situates himself. Oh . He makes a loose ring with his fingers around Seonghwa’s cock. This is a new position for him. “I’ve never done this before. I mean, I’ve sucked dick, just not this way, and not while you’re also… um…” His ramble fades.
Seonghwa laughs. “That’s alright. Just don’t overthink it, ok?”
Hongjoong nods. He doesn’t really like not being able to see Seonghwa’s face, but he figures his dick and long legs are a pretty enough view. Seonghwa is still leaking from all of the foreplay earlier, so Hongjoong rubs his fingers over the head and uses the precum to ease the slide. It’s not wet enough to Hongjoong’s liking, so he leans down and adds some spit. It’ll do until he uses his mouth.
Seonghwa moans what sounds like a happy hum. “That already feels fucking great.”
If Hongjoong were a slightly better person, he would feel bad about how the only stimulation Seonghwa has gotten was from his boot and a little bit of grinding. He’ll get some soon enough though, so Hongjoong takes his time using only his hands. He uses one hand to slowly pump up and down the shaft and the other to rub the flat of his palm over the head. The muscles in Seonghwa’s thighs jump, much to Hongjoong’s satisfaction.
“Fuck, Hongjoong,” Seonghwa says under his breath. His hands are warm where they grip Hongjoong’s hips. Hongjoong lets himself be manhandled and continues his movements, tightening his grip on the upstroke. He’s just about to put his mouth on Seonghwa when a warm, wet sensation sends a shock of sharp pleasure through him and leaves him breathless for a moment.
Hongjoong’s mouth falls open when Seonghwa licks over his hole again, flat, slow strokes that leave behind cool paths of saliva. Hongjoong risks a look back over his shoulder, and the sight of Seonghwa eating him out with his eyes closed and his glasses fogged almost makes him pass out. He decides he should probably get to it while he still has his cognitive abilities about him.
The weight of Seonghwa’s cock on his tongue is satisfying. He’s big but not too big that it’s overwhelming. Hongjoong starts off slow since it’s been a while; he familiarizes himself again with the feel and the motion. He uses his hand over the last few inches that won’t comfortably fit.
Seonghwa’s mouth feels incredible on him. He alternates between long licks from his perineum and all the way up, and kitten-ish licks along the rim. When Hongjoong drags his tongue along the underside of Seonghwa’s cock, the other man moans. The vibration from the low sound sends heat pooling into Hongjoong’s gut, and he unintentionally squeezes his knees into Seonghwa’s ribs.
Seonghwa’s grip tightens on Hongjoong’s hips as he begins to eat him out in earnest. If Hongjoong thought the sensation was a lot before, it’s almost unbearable now— all Hongjoong can do is keep Seonghwa in his mouth as he tries not to squirm away from the steady pleasure.
Hongjoong manages to get a few more sweet sounds from Seonghwa before he has to pull off to catch his breath. Seonghwa has pulled away too, but only long enough to rub the strawberry flavored lube over Hongjoong’s entrance with his fingers. When he leans back in, he uses his thumbs to expose Hongjoong even more and his tongue presses in with purpose until the tip is inside.
The suddenness of the pleasant intrusion causes Hongjoong to clench. Seonghwa doesn’t seem to mind— he just closes his lips around the rim and sucks.
“Oh my god,” Hongjoong groans, hyper-focused on the sounds coming from Seonghwa. The wet, sucking noises paired with the way Seonghwa’s tongue curls inside him send scorching waves of arousal through Hongjoong. A thin layer of sweat has already started to dampen his forehead and neck. His fingers absentmindedly rub circles over the head of Seonghwa’s cock, making a mess of the precum that’s started to leak out. He’s aware that he isn’t doing a great job at keeping his shit together, but how can he even focus on giving a blowjob when Seonghwa’s tongue feels so good?
“Do you want me to open you up, Hongjoong? Want my fingers?” Seonghwa asks when he pulls away. His breath ghosts over the copious paths of spit he’s left behind and Hongjoong shudders.
Hongjoong can only bring himself to nod. Seonghwa huffs a laugh, and Hongjoong is about to pout over that until a thumb circles the rim of tight muscle and all the sass leaves his body. The hand that was on Hongjoong’s hip moves to spread Hongjoong open, and he should be long past the point of feeling shy but he does. He tries to distract himself by sucking on the head of Seonghwa’s cock, and the refocus of attention helps to ease his mind.
He’s able to keep his mouth on Seonghwa when the first finger pushes in, and even once a second is added. It’s when Seonghwa begins to steadily pump his fingers in and out and curl them that Hongjoong feels himself being lulled back into that cloudy headspace. He has to pull off entirely again when Seonghwa adds his tongue back to the mix, licking around where his fingers disappear.
“Ahh, fuck—”
Hongjoong feels so out of it. Seonghwa has somehow managed to get the tip of his tongue inside along with his fingers, which Hongjoong thinks should be illegal based on how good it feels. He’s vaguely aware of the mess of spit and precum smeared over his cheek from where the other man’s cock rests, but he can’t muster up the will to pick himself up.
Seonghwa thrusts in a bit harder with his fingers, hitting that sweet bundle of nerves. Hongjoong’s thighs jump and he knees Seonghwa in the ribs again.
“Fuck!” Hongjoong shouts when Seonghwa drives his fingers back in, this time keeping them buried deep and rubbing.
“Right there, huh, baby?” Seonghwa mutters, the pressure of his fingers relentless.
The amount of lube and spit on Seonghwa’s fingers makes Hongjoong barely aware of the stretch and burn. Seonghwa’s fingers really are so much longer than his; they reach his prostate with ease. It’s a bit of an intense feeling, one that Hongjoong hasn’t felt in a while, and he wants to grind his dick over Seonghwa’s stomach for some kind of relief.
Before he can think to do that though, Seonghwa grips onto his hip and says, “I wonder if my tongue can reach that spot… What do you think?”
The question must have been rhetorical, because Hongjoong doesn’t even have time to open his mouth as Seonghwa removes his fingers and slips his tongue back inside.
Hongjoong cries out again, the sensation taking him by surprise more than anything. Before, his tongue had only prodded, but now Seonghwa really is seeing how deep he can go. Seonghwa’s tongue is wet inside of him and… soft. A strong muscle wrapped in silk. The movement of his tongue feels somehow more dirty and scandalous than when he had two fingers massaging his prostate. Even though Seonghwa has a freakishly long tongue, it’s not long enough to reach as deep as his fingers did. Hongjoong feels desperate.
“Seonghwa,” Hongjoong whines, “More.”
Seonghwa opens his mouth wider and pushes his tongue impossibly deeper. His nose nudges into Hongjoong’s skin. Hongjoong can’t catch his breath, can only whine and curse as Seonghwa fucks him with his tongue.
Hongjoong bites down on the inside of his lower lip, a futile attempt to calm himself down. He sits up a bit, hands planted on Seonghwa’s hip bones for balance. Seonghwa hums when the new position pushes Hongjoong’s ass closer to his face.
From his more collected posture, Hongjoong is left staring down at Seonghwa’s cock. The other man is fully hard and leaking like he’s the one being eaten out. Seonghwa’s cock twitches, and suddenly Hongjoong needs more than the other man’s fingers and tongue.
“Seonghwa,” Hongjoong calls, but he has to try again because it’s too breathy. “Seonghwa.”
The second time is enough to grab Seonghwa’s attention. He pulls his mouth away.
“Huh?”
Hongjoong rubs his fingers over the tip of Seonghwa’s cock. The other man drops his head back onto the pillow and whines.
Hongjoong pretends like he’s not desperate for it when he asks, “Do you want to fuck me, or do you just want to keep leaking everywhere?”
Seonghwa wipes his hand over his chin. “You taste so good, I can’t help it,” he says and fixes his glasses. Hongjoong is amazed that he’s kept them on.
“How… how do you want to do it?” Seonghwa’s breath catches when Hongjoong lazily strokes him. “How do you want me?”
If Hongjoong had any more stamina in him, if he wasn’t so close, he’d be selfish. He wants Seonghwa in every way, in any way he can have him. He supposes (he hopes) they can hook up again after this. Right now, he just wants Seonghwa to fuck him so good he forgets about everyone else he’s ever been with.
Hongjoong climbs off of Seonghwa’s body and stretches out like a cat, ass up and chest pressed to the mattress with his arms comfortably folded in front of him.
“Fuck me into the mattress. I want to feel you in my stomach.”
Seonghwa’s eyes go from wide and sparkling to hooded and dark in an instant. Hongjoong’s heart races when they break eye contact; he can feel Seonghwa position himself behind him and the anticipation shakes tremors through his body.
The sound of a wrapper being opened and Seonghwa’s soft sigh as he rolls on the condom only adds to the tension. Hongjoong’s dick twitches at the snap of the bottle of lube.
Seonghwa places his left hand on Hongjoong’s waist and rubs circles with his thumb. “You’re so gorgeous, Hongjoong. I’ll make you feel good, ok?”
After he slicks himself up, Seonghwa rubs his lubed up fingers over Hongjoong’s hole, extra thorough and wet. Just how Hongjoong likes it. He clenches around nothing and Seonghwa hums, pleased.
Hongjoong wants to say that the other man has already made him feel good, but instead he just nods and nervously licks his lips.
Seonghwa lines himself up, then slowly but insistently pushes in. Hongjoong bites his lip once Seonghwa slips the head inside and pauses. The stretch is different from fingers or a tongue, but all of the foreplay has helped to relax him.
“Keep going,” Hongjoong urges.
Both of Seonghwa’s hands— his beautiful, slender hands— wrap around Hongjoong’s waist when he pushes the rest of the way in. To Hongjoong, it takes forever until Seonghwa bottoms out, but when he does, he moans low and pauses.
Hongjoong sneaks a peak over his shoulder, curious at Seonghwa’s hesitation, and almost cums immediately. Seonghwa’s lips are parted, eyes closed, and eyebrows pulled together indecently. Maybe it’s strange to describe eyebrows as indecent but Hongjoong honest to god has never seen a more gorgeous, lustful expression on anyone.
Hongjoong has to drop his head back onto the mattress when Seonghwa starts to move in slow, even thrusts so they each get the feel of each other. Hongjoong feels lit up from the inside. A white hot star burns in his chest.
“You alright, baby?” Seonghwa asks, voice quiet and breathy.
Hongjoong nods quickly. He needs more. He wants hard and fast and nothing on his mind except pleasure. “Give it to me, pretty boy, come on.”
Seonghwa slides his hands down Hongjoong’s back and rests them on either side of his shoulders on the mattress. The redistribution of his weight allows him to thrust in deeper, causing Hongjoong to moan.
“Fuck, you feel so good, so warm and tight,” Seonghwa pulls almost all the way out and thrusts in again, jostling Hongjoong’s body. He repeats the motion and sets a rhythm that has heat quickly pooling in Hongjoong’s abdomen.
Soon enough, Seonghwa’s bedroom is filled with the sound of skin against skin, shaky breaths and moans. The motion of Seonghwa’s hips is steady and relentless; the man has some serious strength and stamina in him. Hongjoong arches his back deeper, and the new angle that Seonghwa hits sends an intense shock through him.
“Ah! ” Hongjoong cries, gripping the sheets in his fingers, “Holy fuck, please!” He doesn’t know why he’s begging, but with every deep thrust Seonghwa nails his prostate, and the force of their movement causes his own hard cock to graze against the bed. He can feel his orgasm building, knows he’s probably leaking onto Seonghwa’s sheets.
“Oh my god,” Seonghwa whines before he drapes himself right on top of Hongjoong’s body. He wraps his arms under Hongjoong’s armpits, presses his chest into the other man’s back, and puts almost all of his weight on him. Hongjoong’s eyes roll back when Seonghwa continues to fuck him like that, his cock buried in as deep as he can go. With Seonghwa’s weight on him, Hongjoong’s cock is now fully pressed against the mattress, delicious friction from their movements pushing him closer to the edge.
The thought crosses Hongjoong’s mind that he needs to thank god or the universe or Wooyoung for putting this man in his life. Who knew that keeping up a text conversation with a wrong number could lead to getting the best dick of his life?
Since Seonghwa is right on top of him, Hongjoong is able to reach up and grip Seonghwa’s hair near the roots. He forcefully pulls until his lips are right at his ear. He’s met with beautiful, high pitched whines.
“You’re so good, Seonghwa,” Hongjoong praises. “Fill me up so good, ahh, just like you were made for me.”
Hongjoong tries to move his hips in time with Seonghwa’s, wanting to give as good as he’s getting, but the angle that Seonghwa has him at makes it a bit difficult. The other man seems too far gone to really notice though.
“Hongjoong,” Seonghwa pants right into his ear, “I— I’m close, I don’t know how much longer I can…”
A flash of heat spreads up through Hongjoong’s chest. Seonghwa’s voice is just so sweet and a little bit pathetic; Hongjoong almost feels ashamed that the tone makes him leak more onto the sheets.
Hongjoong scratches his fingers through Seonghwa’s hair and then tightens his grip. “That’s ok, doll, I’m close too. Just a little bit more, you’re fucking me so good, baby.”
The praise works on Seonghwa, who picks up his pace a little then turns to put his tongue back in Hongjoong’s ear.
The stimulation against his prostate and dick finally prove to be too much for Hongjoong, and with Seonghwa’s mouth at his ear, he couldn’t have held on any longer. That white hot star inside of him finally explodes, his orgasm taking hold of him.
“Ohh my god, fuck,” Hongjoong moans, the sound pulled from his chest. Once he starts, he can’t seem to stop the noises coming from him. He curses and whines as the pleasure overtakes his entire body, as his cock shoots an excessive amount of cum right up against his belly, as his stomach muscles tighten and his thighs shake.
He practically blacks out on the pleasure, his mind going completely blank. All he can do is moan and grip tightly onto Seonghwa’s hair as he fucks him through his orgasm.
With one final thrust that pushes Hongjoong almost completely flat against the mattress, Seonghwa buries himself in deep and rolls his hips. The stimulation against his prostate is almost too much now, but Hongjoong knows that Seonghwa is close too so he squeezes around him and coaxes him sweetly.
“Let go, pretty, that’s it,” Hongjoong purrs, releasing his death grip on Seonghwa’s hair as his own body starts to go lax. “I want you to come inside, don’t you want to get me all wet and messy?”
Even though they both know Seonghwa is wearing a condom, the dirty words and the imagery they invoke works to bring Seonghwa over the edge.
“Oh fuck,” Seonghwa whines high and pretty. Hongjoong can feel his dick pulse inside him as he comes, filling the condom. Hongjoong squeezes around him again, the desire to milk him floating through his hazy mind.
Seonghwa’s whines sound close to sobs, music to Hongjoong’s ears, as his hips slowly still. When he’s all spent, he pulls out slowly. Hongjoong grimaces at the feeling of being empty again, instantly missing the heat of Seonghwa’s body against his back.
Hongjoong can’t bring himself to move even though the mess under his stomach is a bit uncomfortable. But his muscles feel nice and sore and his body is still all tingly with pleasure. Instead of moving, he turns his head so he can stare at Seonghwa.
The other man is on his back, his chest rising and falling rapidly while he catches his breath. His face is red and his glasses look smudged.
Hongjoong, probably a bit delirious, laughs fondly. “I can’t believe you kept your glasses on the whole time.” Which. Maybe that shouldn’t have been the first thing he said after all of that, but there it is.
Seonghwa smiles, bashful. “I don’t see well at all without them. I wanted to um, see you clearly. You’re so beautiful, Hongjoong.”
Hongjoong hums, pleased at the response. “Aw, you’re sweet. And uh…” He rolls his eyes at himself, embarrassed in spite of everything. “That was the best sex I’ve ever had. I think my soul left my body at some point.”
Seonghwa looks Hongjoong up and down, then says, “Do you wanna go on a date with me?”
That wasn’t exactly the response Hongjoong was expecting. “Oh?”
Seonghwa reaches over and brushes Hongjoong’s hair out of his face. The action makes Hongjoong smile.
“I don’t want this to be a one time thing,” Seonghwa says. “I had a really, really good time. I want to see you again, and take you out and hold your hand, and then come home and kiss you and have you fuck my throat or something.”
Hongjoong laughs at the abrupt change in tone.
“I hope I don’t sound insane when I say this,” Seonghwa continues, “but I’ve liked you since even before I heard your voice. Is that crazy?”
“Not crazy,” Hongjoong answers. “Seonghwa, you’re like, exactly my type. Of course I like you too. I’ve liked you.”
Seonghwa lazily drags his fingers down Hongjoong’s back. “So does that mean you will go on a date with me?”
“Of course.”
“Tomorrow?”
Hongjoong laughs at Seonghwa’s sparkly eyes and wide smile. Fuck, he’s so endeared. “Yes, tomorrow we can go out.”
“I really want to kiss you,” Seonghwa says.
“There’s cum on my stomach. And lube on my ass.”
“Hot. We can shower then.”
Hongjoong rolls his eyes. “And I kind of ruined your bedsheets. Can we… maybe we can stay up for a bit and talk and kiss while they’re in the wash?”
Seonghwa, who probably has an extra sheet set somewhere, says, “Yeah, that sounds really nice.”
They shower together in Seonghwa’s small bathroom. Hongjoong thought he’d be too spent to get aroused all wet and soapy with Seonghwa, but the other man’s hands over his body cause heat to pool in his gut. Hongjoong leaves the bathroom half hard and wearing a comfortable t-shirt and shorts from Seonghwa.
He helps Seonghwa load the sheets and comforter into the washer, and once it’s started Seonghwa lifts him up and sets him on top of the machine. They kiss languidly for a while, slow, wet kisses that make Hongjoong blush. He feels spoiled from all the attention and wonders what he did to deserve something so nice. Seonghwa is sweet, filling spaces between kisses with flirty remarks and whispered praises. When Hongjoong gets needy, he wraps his legs around Seonghwa’s waist and pulls him in close. Their kisses turn dirty and their hands squeeze and pull. Seonghwa sinks to his knees in the laundry room and Hongjoong comes apart in his mouth.
It’s about one in the morning when they finally move the sheets into the dryer. They agree to sit on the couch while waiting for the cycle to end, but after talking and kissing in Seonghwa’s quiet living room, Hongjoong does not get to see the sheets finished. He falls asleep on the couch. He doesn’t wake up once in the night, sleeping as soundly as he did after the first time he and Seonghwa texted, maybe even more soundly. Sex is definitely more satiating than math help.
Hongjoong doesn’t wake up when Seonghwa places a fluffy blanket on him, or when the other man sits on the cushion beside him to keep him company, despite his unconscious state. He does, however, awaken around seven in the morning to loud, rapid knocks on Seonghwa’s door.
Hongjoong starts to sit up, but then Seonghwa places a hand on his leg and soothes him.
“It’s ok,” he says softly, “It’s probably my neighbors. I’ll be right back.”
Nosy, Hongjoong keeps his attention trained towards where he can hear Seonghwa unlocking and peering out the door.
“Oh,” Seonghwa greets, surprised. “Hello.”
“Yeah, hey, where the fuck is my best friend?”
Hongjoong shoots up at the sound of Wooyoung’s voice. Shit. He told Wooyoung he would text him last night. He completely forgot, what with the great sex and good company.
“He’s sleeping on the couch, I’ll go get him,” Seonghwa says, voice still gentle like he’s reassuring a wild animal. “I’m Seonghwa, you must be Wooyoung? And um… Yeosang and San?”
Hongjoong peeks his head around the corner of Seonghwa’s living room and yep, three very imposing looking men are staring Seonghwa down. He hurries over before things get weirder.
Their posture changes immediately once they catch sight of Hongjoong, who is definitely not dead. Seonghwa steps aside as they all come in, greeting Hongjoong with wolf whistles and applause. Wooyoung pulls him into an obnoxiously tight hug, while San pats Seonghwa on the shoulder and Yeosang gives a thumbs up.
“Atta boy!”
“Hey Hongjoong, he’s hot!”
“I feel like we should celebrate or something.”
Hongjoong finally frees himself from Wooyoung’s grip and pulls Seonghwa away from San and Yeosang before they can start asking him twenty questions.
“Ok, ok, thank you guys for coming to get me. I’m sorry I didn’t text, but obviously I’m not dead so no harm no foul,” Hongjoong says. Seonghwa turns to look at him with a faux wounded expression.
“You thought I was going to kill you?”
Hongjoong shrugs, and San helpfully supplies, “Stranger danger and all that.”
Seonghwa helps Hongjoong gather his things from his room (Hongjoong notices that Seonghwa’s bed is perfectly made again) while the other boys wait outside the open front door. Hongjoong is given the clothes he arrived in, clean and neatly folded, and he feels a little sad as he laces his boots. He feels like a kid being picked up by their parents after a sleepover. A very fun sleepover.
“Hey,” Seonghwa calls, and when Hongjoong looks up he’s pulled into a hug. Seonghwa squeezes his waist. “Thank you, Hongjoong.”
“What for?” Hongjoong scratches his fingers through the hair on the nape of Seonghwa’s neck.
“For talking to me, even when I wasn’t who you thought I was.”
Honestly, Hongjoong can’t believe how lucky he got with that. He passed his math class, and he gets a beautiful boy too? Unreal. “Well, thank you for helping me with derivatives.”
They pull apart and Seonghwa smooths out Hongjoong’s messy hair. “Can I still see you later tonight, maybe around eight? Let’s go drink and do karaoke.”
“It’s a date,” Hongjoong agrees. He raises up on his tip-toes and kisses Seonghwa. Someone whistles from the door.
Once he’s waved goodbye to Seonghwa and it’s just him and his friends walking towards the train station, Hongjoong swoons and falls heavily against San. They all giggle at his actions.
“Oh my god, I really like him,” Hongjoong confesses. He can’t stop smiling. “He’s so sweet and gorgeous and he’s great in bed. What the fuck is going on.”
Wooyoung slings an arm over Hongjoong’s shoulders. “I think it’s time you change my name in your phone. Instead of ‘Bitch,’ it should be ‘World’s Best Wingman.’ What do you think?”
Hongjoong shakes his head, but then honestly considers it when he gets butterflies in his stomach at the thought of seeing Seonghwa later that night. He’s so glad Wooyoung gave him the wrong number.