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… “No”
Hongjoong’s hand presses to the edge of his door as to close it, but desperate fingers stop the motion, and as much as he tries to push against the opposing force, his efforts end up useless as a timberland is placed in the crack of the frame and it’s pried back open from him.
“Oh please please please Joong, we’ll pay you! I promise it’ll be a proper worthwhile investment! I’ll do your laundry for three weeks! I’ll pay for your bus tickets to uni! I’ll… I’ll… I’ll give you free massages!”
“Your massages are shit, Seonghwa!” Hongjoong hisses, turning his back when closing the door on him is no longer an option.
He wasn't angry with Seonghwa, no, he really wasn't. Seonghwa had been Hongjoong’s best friend since he’d gotten lost within the winding halls of the arts block in high school, and the gentle second year had been kind enough to go out of his way to direct Hongjoong like the lost little freshman that he was. But it was moments like these that Hongjoong had to be the elder in their friendship and put his foot down. He was rather lenient in Seonghwa’s requests, only yesterday he had allowed Seonghwa to use one of his very expensive microphones for some kind of ASMR series he’d been experimenting on. A typical Seonghwa tribute - the man tried everything. It was surprising really, the extent of hobbies and interests Seonghwa let flitter by him, Hongjoong really didn't know quite how he was able to arrange and afford it all; from the archery lessons that he had stuck with for three months till hiring a vocal coach was more interesting… then befriending his vocal coach persuaded him to begin making his own vlog content and well… he was a bankrupt university student that survived mainly on ramen and greased up pizza, though Hongjoong would be a hypocrite to judge the elder’s diet when he himself was binging on snacks throughout his typical study day… He could definitely judge Seonghwa for what he was asking of him.
“Oh come on!” The elder whines, slumping a little so his arms had to bend awkwardly to maintain his hand’s positions crammed in his too-tight jeans pockets. “You never wonder where I get my money from hmm? This is it! People would pay a large dime to see a scene shot in such a fantastic house!” He grins sheepishly, and Hongjoong whips his head around, the dark locks of his fringe dropping in front of his eyes as he glares daggers in return.
“You telling me you make all your wage from… making student quality movies?” He responds with a less then happy grimace.
Though it drops when Seonghwa smiles back… and his smile also seems to mimic the same far-from-positive grimace Hongjoong has on his face. Not to mention it takes at least 5 seconds too long for him to answer with a definitive “uuhhh yes…”
There is something Seonghwa is hiding, something he isn't telling Hongjoong and that makes the smaller man turn on his heel, eyebrow cocked as he folds his arms with a shake of his head. “You're not telling me something…”
“I am not… not telling you something!”
“I can tell you’re lying Hwa!”
“Definitely not lying…”
“Then you aren't telling me the entire truth…”
There is a pause for a moment, Seonghwa opens and closes his mouth like a distressed goldfish, eyes falling from Hongjoong’s own as he loses confidence in their argument. “Listen, you know I work with a couple mates? You know those mates are like… from all over the arts department; Yeosang from theatre, San from film and media, Yu-Yunho from- well you get the point; see I owe San a huge favor after, you know? Like… Trying to film underwater with his non-waterproof camera that I definitely didn't ask to borrow!”
“Yes, yes, no - what the fuck Seonghwa?”
“Listen, you don't even have to do anything! Just let us borrow one of your unused clean rooms, we’ll leave it the exact same way we entered it!” Seonghwa droops his lips slightly, hands finding Hongjoong’s shoulders to give him a fairly pitiful shake.
The silence stretches.
“What kind of film is it?”
“... porn..”
“no…”
And Hongjoong is walking back away from Seonghwa again, turning around and strutting from the hall towards the kitchen door.
“Oh come on Hongjoong, I’ll do anything!! I mean it, anything!!”
And to Seonghwa’s surprise, Hongjoong pauses at the frame of the kitchen door, before turning around again, gaze squinting. “Define anything, and if the words ‘laundry’ or ‘massage’ leave your lips, you are out of the front door.”
Seonghwa hums for a second, thinking about it, his foot tapping against the floor indicating that he is genuinely trying to figure out the best deal he can offer the smaller man. And for that brief moment, Hongjoong basks in the fast pat pat pat of his timberland sole dancing against the marble floor. “I’ll sing on your demo and your finals portfolio. You just tell me when you need me, I'll be there..”
And he can tell he has peaked Hongjoong’s attention with how the younger’s eyebrow raises as his body relaxes into a sassy little cock of his hip, lips drawn into a pout as his gaze raises to the ceiling. Hongjoong sighs, rubbing his temple with his palm that isn't currently preoccupied on his hip, head shaking in disbelief. “Ok-”
“Yeeessss!!!”
“BUT…You owe me your left ball, Seonghwa, you hear me!” He hisses, finally taking a step towards Seonghwa, ignoring the blonde-haired man’s large smile and bright relieved gaze to glare and wag a finger in his peripheral. “I’ll get a room cleaned for you, you leave it EXACTLY as I give it to you, if there is a single cum stain on the wall or floor I'm making you lick it up yourself, and if one person goes as far as step a pinky toe out of the area I give you, I'm breaking limbs, you hear me?”
Seonghwa’s smile drops a little… well… his smile doesn't, but his eyes widen and his smile now looks less enthused and more of a frightened wince. He’s learned to never take Hongjoong’s threats lightly, not after watching him threaten to cut Mingi’s hair if he kept trying to place Hongjoong’s tiny summer fan in his mouth… well… After a long strand got stuck in the fan’s foam blade, it really was as simple as that. It would have been very easy to detangle Mingi, but Hongjoong had a threatened promise to uphold, and the weird wonky cut at the front of the taller man’s hair had looked rather out of place until everything grew back to an even length.
“Airight! Airight! I hear you!” Seonghwa presses the tips of his fingers to his temple in a mock salute. “We stay within your chosen vicinity, clean up after ourselves and when I die, left ball, all yours! Got it got it!” He is backing out as he speaks, and Hongjoong follows him like a predator stalking its prey, pausing only to watch Seonghwa smack his hand into the door handle behind him in a pathetic blind attempt to find the opening. The click of the door is the only sound between them before Seonghwa’s sharp “Goodbye, I’ll text you details, thank you thank you Joong! I owe you man!”
And then the door slams shut before Hongjoong can respond. He stands up straight, fingers fisting into the pockets of his hoodie, blinking wide eyes at the door to his empty abode.
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Unknown Contact
Hey hey there Joongie :D
Im San! Im the erector friend of Seonghwa
* Director
Thank you so much for enabling me and my crew to shoot at your beautiful house. Please tell me when we are free to come over for a test location shoot.
Lots of hugs and Love
Your new friend :)
Hongjoong was pretty lucky, and he was humble enough to acknowledge this in most factors of his life: He lived close to his school that a cheap bus journey across the block when it rained was the most commuting he’d have to face every once in a while; he lived in his house alone, had once tried roommates but the young man that had taken up one of the seven guest rooms in his large property hadn't been a suitable match to Hongjoong… Yes, not growing weed in his room was not a rule on his contract, but Hongjoong was pretty sure it was an unspoken no-go when living in someone else's home.
So he lived alone, for the last three years, and he was fine with that. Most of his rooms remained minimalistic, and although the old-timey aesthetic to the house gave everything an antique royal feel, Hongjoong’s personality bled through every abstract painting and minimalistic sculpture or priceless collectible that he adored across each room and on nearly every side table. It was old, but everything in it was new, everything in it was Kim Hongjoong.
Everything including the vase Hongjoong had repaired himself with beautiful Kintsugi gold that he watches wobble, topple, and fall as the stranger Hongjoong only knew as ‘San - Seonghwa’s friend from Film and Media’ barges through his front door with the - no exaggeration - biggest backpack Hongjoong had ever seen shoves through a 75cm doorframe in his rather short life. Hongjoong cant help the mantra of ‘don't turn around, don't turn around, don't turn around’ under his breath before San moves a perfect 90 degrees to plummet his backpack straight into Hongjoong’s beloved artwork.
Hongjoong sighs, hand rubbing the skin of his forehead, it’s too late to back out now, he’s committed, and he forces himself not to speak or groan, only grimaces as San turns an innocent smile on Hongjoong, holding out his hand to shake it. “Oh shiittt, I hope that wasn't expensive buddy! But whoaa, it’s so nice to finally see your home, and meet you too!” San chirps up, head cocking so that his blonde locks that curve over his forehead fall attractively in front of his eyes. And he is attractive, god, this stranger is unfairly attractive. He has broad shoulders and a tapered waist, not quite as thin as Seonghwa, but the black muscle tee that was being pinched into his backpack perfectly reflected the muscles along his abdomen. Hongjoong almost has the heart to ask if he works out at the same place as his friend.
The two exchange a quick and polite shake of hands (One, Hongjoong might have added, that made his wrist crack several times from San’s less-than-pleasant enthusiasm.) Before Hongjoong invites San inside properly, raising a hand in offering to take the other’s bag from his shoulder.
“Oh! No no, no need, I’ll be setting up the camera and sound systems for the shoot, so I’d rather keep my stuff with me. Don't worry, I promise with my literal pinky I’ll keep it out of harm's way!” He chuckles, crossing two fingers. It’s almost comical, the timing of a cleaner shuffling awkwardly behind San in an attempt to sweep up the shattered glass without causing too much of a commotion. The silent breaking tinkle of glass against the floor has Hongjoong once more making his palm acquainted with his face. He’s fairly certain the two will be best of friends by the end of the day.
“Ok… come then…” He sighs, ignoring a teasing ‘oop, that kinda talk isn’t till later’ that San chirps out, the younger man’s larger than life personality beginning to grind off Hongjoong’s nerves a little. He takes a deep breath, this is all ok. He was doing it as a favor to his good friend, Seonghwa. Good friend Seonghwa that promised Hongjoong music vocals, music vocals Hongjoong had been trying to get from his friend for 2 years now.
Hongjoong exhales, the steady rhythm of chatter that San spews out like a broken record all filtering from one ear out the other as Hongjoong passes his own bedroom to one of the ready-made guest rooms down the hall. The door is extravagant, he’d picked this one out for shooting almost entirely because it kept to the old aesthetics of the house. There was the odd modern trinket adorning the room, but the bed was oak carved, beams that vine upwards like tree trunks only to mist the bed with the most graceful of shawls. Hongjoong really is unsure of this room the most, the only people that really slept in it were his parents when they came to visit… but they hadn’t come to visit for two years now and he is sure they’ll forgive him if they are never invited in this room ever again after it had been tainted by… what Hongjoong can only describe in his mind as ‘Porn musks’.
He sighs again, moving inside as San oogles the fine carvings of the room’s double door, finger grazing over the chips and old grazes left by years of use. His first steps into the room creak on wooden floorboards that aren't rotten enough quite yet for Hongjoong to bother replacing, and he pirouettes, making Hongjoong hitch his breath once more as San’s bulldozer of a backpack takes flight a little from a sturdy shoulder.
“Hoollllyyyy shit!” He gasps, eyes sparkling like a child taking their first steps into Disney land. “This is like something from a movie! It’s beautiful!! Yes yes! This’ll do just right! My gosh, it’s like something out of one of those period dramas. Oh shit, I should text Seonghwa, wonder if he’d be into shooting a period-themed scene at a later date?” It’s pretty obvious by San’s volume slowly filtering down to a whisper that he is talking to himself now, and Hongjoong can't help it if he eye rolls, toying back on his heels. He doesn't bother correcting San, snap at him and tell him this is a ‘one-time thing’ - Because he himself as a creative is prone to jumping the gun too… He’s happy for San to blabber ideas to himself as long as they stay as just that - Ideas.
Only when Hongjoong claps his hands together and lets out a prompting “Right! -” does San snap away from his imagination, circling the room on the ball of his heel and catching Hongjoong’s eye once more, the gloss of long blonde locks tickling over his eyes as he smiles a wide closed mouth smile that enables dimples to dew on San’s cheeks, dimples that look far too innocent on the boy with the serpent eyes.
“- I’ll leave you to do what you need to do?” He states, but it comes out more as a question, feeling unsure of what he’s meant to be doing. He’s never felt so out of place in his own home, but he is weirdly thankful when San’s voice cuts him off from turning and leaving.
“Actually, I was hoping to get some lighting and shot samples while I’m here, if that is ok with you? I could do with a spare pair of hands to help me bring everything up.” And although there is a question in San’s words, it comes out as the confident statement Hongjoong wishes he could pull off himself. He finds himself nodding dumbly to the other boy and then follows him like a lost puppy down the stairs of his own house and out the front door to his car.
It looks out of place on Hongjoong’s drive, the paint chipped and one of the doors caved in with a bust San obviously didn't think was convenient enough to fix. Hongjoong doesn't even realize he is staring at the car with a sharp frown until a bag is shoved into his chest. “Uuhh…”
“Don't worry, you’re not holding anything expensive, no, ever since Seonghwa used one of my cameras underwater, I don't trust anyone with anything more expensive than a minimum wage day at work… Just some cables n stuff, now come…”
Huh.. so Seonghwa really wasn't lying about the whole dumbass water camera shenanigans.
Once more Hongjoong is a silent spectator as he is taken back up to his own room, watches silently as San works, takes pictures across the room of the most attractive angles, abstract attractions, and unique elements. He tries to hide his smile when San pulls the room’s golden-adorned curtains back to witness the ribboned dance of a see-through shawl on the other side, and he gasps as it balloons from the open window’s breeze straight into his face. It should have been a comical moment, but San watches it dance like he’s watching a ballet, before carding his fingers through the translucent material, feeling the gentle silk against his palm before tightening his fist around the shawl and spinning. His camera hangs limp around his neck as he drapes the shawl over himself, leaning against the hidden window sill. He seems to be putting on a show for nobody in particular, but since Hongjoong was there, he stood as a dumbfounded audience.
Long slender fingers card the shawl open and San’s head pops out, the rest of his body silhouetted behind the fluttering material, and a bright grin spreads on his face. “This place is an artist's treasure trove!” He comments, and Hongjoong cant help the scoff that leaves his lips.
“Someone would think you were planning to shoot abstract poetry in this room, not… porn…” He comments as he leans against the wall next to the cracked open door.
It’s meant to be a joke, but San frowns, still cloaked by the shawl as his hands pull the silks together once more, hiding his features behind patterned white, but masking his body in the light of the setting sun behind him. “Just because you can jerk it to some home-streamed video of a faceless dude jacking off for five minutes, doesn't mean porn cant be artistic!” He grumbles, and Hongjoong itches his neck awkwardly, not sure how to respond. He fears he has genuinely offended San, but the man is pushing out of the shawl in a grand reveal of his bright face once more. And suddenly he is wrapped around Hongjoong, hands pressing into his shoulders to direct him towards the now empty window frame. “Picture it-” He instructs, resting his chin on Hongjoong’s shoulder, causing the smaller man to stiffen up in discomfort.
“A young paramour watches the sunset as he waits for his lover's arrival. His body cloaked by the dance of a sheer curtain, just the sheer curtain. He is comfortable in his lover’s room, both with the environment and in the comfort of his own very beautiful naked body. He touches his chest with the own soft tips of his elegant fingers, imagining them to be the warm embracing feathered touch of the man he loves, hoping that as he watches the path outside the room, that his lover will retu-”
“OK OK, I GET IT!” Hongjoong jerks, raising his hands in surrender. “Artistic porn… porn that people watch for the storyline, I get it!”
When he turns, San is smirking at him, his hands paused to his chest at the sudden move of Hongjoong’s body. “Artistic porn, yea, that’s what you could call it… Look, I’ll give you a code and the link, you can take a look yourself if you want? If it’s something you are into, maybe you can help out sometime?” That smirk deepens as he fishes his phone from his pocket and taps on the screen a couple times, only for Hongjoong’s phone to buzz with a responding ping. “I mean… you are cute enough to be on a shoot if that's something you are interested in?”
“Hell no!” Hongjoong scoffs, turning on his heel. He does leave this time, leaves behind a cackling San, whose chaotic giggles are muffled behind the room door that he closes.
A couple of hours later San lets himself out, waving a cheery goodbye to Hongjoong who sits at his kitchen island with a rather pathetic scowl on his features.
Hongjoong sighs, allowing the silence of his once more empty home to stew, before he stands, phone clutched in hand.
San
XXXChoiBoys.com
Code: Friend9911
2 weeks of free videos for you, tell me what you think :)
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There is a solid 15-minute interval between Hongjoong watching a video and clicking on San’s link where he procrastinates processing what he’s about to do. Of course, Hongjoong has watched porn before, he is a healthy red-blooded male who occasionally needed a little visual prompting to get off, but this felt far different from the 250-res amateur videos he was used to finding. Even the header to the website made it all look very artistic, the photo discrete, pretty even. San obviously had a rather good eye for model sizes and then assuring that said clothing was at least one size too small with how the suit on the faceless man on the banner puckered under the weight of his muscle and dug in like a corset around his tapered waist. The suit pants hugging thick thighs were straining where the man had his legs open, a delicate hand rested on his knee, leading up a strong arm (that Hongjoong could tell was strong due to the fact his shirt might as well have been stitched to his skin), and a long delicate neck. He could recognize a hint of shiny golden hair tickling the back of the man's neck before the banner cut off when it got to his chin. Under the banner, a cryptic “Mars was waiting for your call…” linked to the supposed video the banner picture had come from.
Hongjoong purses his lips, wriggling his fingers as he skims his cursor to sign in. It thankfully doesn't ask for his credit card details, though he would have been inclined to give them if it did, curiosity killed the cat after all, and Hongjoong’s was, admittedly, gnawing in his gut.
After a moment of typing, the screen gets stuck on black, the loading wheel spinning in a hypnotic glide. Hongjoong gulps, unplugging his laptop and moving to his bed where he can sit up on his pillows comfortably, legs crossed and laptop propped up on the sheets in front of him. This wasn't for his pleasure, after all, this was science. Yes, science, there was no need to get himself cozy, he’d most likely only watch a couple of minutes just to see what all the fuss was about then watch some Netflix before bed.
Then the screen loads and the camera is set in front of a cozy leather chair, empty aside from a cream fabric pillow that was propped up artistically at a left tilt along the back. From the set, it looked like the chair was in an office, the lighting a soft ocean yellow, warm like a sunset through Hongjoong’s room window, but dark like candlelight.
His eyes squint, the silence taking just a little longer than he expected before there is a shuffle of movement, and a firm hand is pulling the chair back. Hongjoong can tell it’s the same hand from the banner. A pretty hand, long fingers, and clean nails.
“I'm sorry I made you wait, my dear…” The man purrs, his voice a deep ocean and Hongjoong’s breath hitches as he almost finds himself drowning in it.
Holy shit
Yeah, no…
Not a voice he’d allow himself to drown in, definitely not. Because the voice definitely belonged to Seonghwa. Yeah, he’d know that chocolate cadence anywhere. And it’s only confirmed further as the man slides around to perch on the edge of the chair, hands gripped together in a lock across his legs - Hands Hongjoong had originally thought were pretty and now… well… Well he found himself still finding them pretty if he was being honest with himself… but it’s prettiness riddled with a slight disgust and guilt. He’s never ever allowed himself to look at Seonghwa as a man. Seonghwa, to him, was a creature. His best friend, best weirdo that dragged him to every star wars movie premiere as soon as it came out, made him film tiktoks with him and sent him selfies with obscure Snapchat filters. This Seonghwa, the Seonghwa in the tight suit with the pretty hands, was not the Seonghwa Hongjoong was used to.
Seonghwa leans forward a little to fiddle with the camera, tilting his head and allowing his tongue to prod from his lips. It’s only now Hongjoong realizes the screen is set up like a meeting call, the various zoom-style screen options visible on the bottom of his own screen. And weirdly enough, Hongjoong finds himself mildly invested in the story that's being set up here. Who is he meant to be? Is he Seonghwa’s boyfriend? Is he a work partner? Who is Seonghwa calling? He sits forward further in his chair, the ball of his loafers tapping against the carpeted ground, the sound is clean in Hongjoong’s ear like San had hired his own foley team to shoot porn… the idea was almost comical.
“And here you are, looking so pretty for me…” Now Hongjoong knows it’s Seonghwa, the rasp of his voice causes him to shuffle on his pillow a little awkwardly, feeling his best friend’s piercing eyes on him through the screen on the video. “...It’s been such a hard day at work, so fucken stressed, you don't know how good it feels to be able to just look at you-” and with those words groaned out in a sigh, he stretches his arms over his head, legs in still too tight trousers flexing forward with the movement before he relaxes into himself. For a moment, Hongjoong even forgets he is meant to be watching porn, but Seonghwa’s long delicate fingers, instead of finding themselves back at his thigh, are suddenly cupped over his own crotch in this new more comfortable position where everything is on show. Hongjoong’s breath hitches and he feels frantic for a moment, hands fisting up from his shirt with the sudden urge to slam his laptop cover closed, but the hum Seonghwa lets out as he palms at himself causes the other to freeze. “- so how about you sit there all cute for me and let me enjoy myself, yeah?” And, god, how his head tilts has his blonde bangs cover one of his eyes, the other shadowed by his hair, and right now he looks downright sinful.
Though looking at his face and those deep lustful eyes is too much for Hongjoong, he finds his gaze fixed on Seonghwa’s hand, massaging his clothed cock with the gentle rubs of his fingers along the outline of his half-hard shaft. Hongjoong squirms again, gulping to clear his dry throat as he crosses his legs just a little tighter, his palms once more relaxing into his lap.
Seonghwa chuckles gently, the noise is almost innocent, almost recognizable. “I’ve been so pent up lately, so fucking horny for you baby.” Only now does Hongjoong realize he is about to see his best friend since high school’s erect dick, and he cringes at himself mentally for being curious. He’ll curse himself later, he knows he will, may even live to regret it every time he looks into Seonghwa’s eyes knowing all too well that ‘hey bro, I’ve seen ya cock’...
He should have probably paused if he was going to have an internal conflict though, because Seonghwa is popping the buttons of his slacks and threading the zipper down slowly, teasingly - Just enough so he can pull his cock from his trousers and allow it to rest against his dress shirt. He lets out a relieved hum, and Hongjoong finds himself weirdly sympathizing - he can only imagine the relief of finally freeing oneself from pants that constricting… at least he would be sympathizing if he wasn't hypnotized on the way Seonghwa’s hand wraps around his own shaft and gives it a couple of honest tugs, pushing his thumb across the vein under his head and letting out an honest to god groan as he does so, letting his head rest back into the back of the chair as he revels in his own pleasure. He seemingly remembers he is meant to be watching the camera though fairly quickly because his head rolls, and once more those dark eyes are on Hongjoong, lips parted to let out lustful little breaths as he massages his cock in languid strokes. And Seonghwa has a nice cock too, it’s not the longest but it’s far from small, though the girth of the blonde’s dick makes up entirely for the ever so slightly larger-then-average size, and Hongjoong can't help but gulp at the idea of something that girthy stretching him open. Subconsciously he curls his legs further into each other, his cheeks blushing a pretty pink as Seonghwa groans, precum dripping at the tip of his dick before drawing a stream down the head and…
Hongjoong finally finds the will to grab his laptop and slam it shut, gasping for breath as if he finally woke up from a nightmare. A shudder wracks his body, what the fuck was he thinking? Did he really just think about his best friend’s dick up his ass?? Hongjoong lets out a frustrated groan, fingers twisting into the knots of black hair matted across his forehead. Holy shit he really did… It doesn't help the fact that he is now also half hard in his sweats, and the spread thighs and inviting lap of Seonghwa is etched into his brain, and… oh shit yeah his dick definitely twitched at the thought.
Just then, as if a higher power was mocking him, his phone buzzes with a text.
San
Saw the free trial coupon has been used ;)
Enjoy yourself <3
A sigh wracks Hongjoong’s body as his lip traps awkwardly between his teeth. Consider his curiosity thoroughly peaked. His excuse is thst he promised Seonghwa he’d always try everything at least once before setting a standard for it as he messages San back.
Hongjoong
Yeah so… I was wondering if your offer to help out was still available?
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The orange ribbon of morning light had pathed abstract stripes along wooden floorboards when Hongjoong had invited San and his small team of workers in the next day. He was thoroughly surprised by how small the group was in all honesty. San had returned with the same backpack hugging his spine and a bright smile on his face, as well as two unknown faces who trailed behind him, returning Hongjoong’s welcoming nod with a smile of their own; and a fourth boy, the tallest of the small group, who sizes Hongjoong up slightly before slipping past him.
Weird.
But it had been fairly easy to get into the flow of work, he’d thought initially it would be strange to move around strangers in his own house, but the two whose names he hadn’t caught were genuinely very attentive and kind, making sure to strip Hongjoong’s own sheets off the bed for store-bought silks San apparently was happy to mess up for a shoot - Hongjoong was rather thankful they had put their own money into that, the lambs fleece throw over the end of the bed was a dear treasure to him and god forbid it was tainted by body fluids.
So far Hongjoong had stood as a spectator, occasionally offering advice over where equipment could go and instructing suitable furniture movements so that wires and cables were out of shot.
“Joongie!! I'm so glad you agreed to help out!!” A happy call catches Hongjoong’s attention as he stands from where he’d squished against a wall behind a cabinet to plug in San’s extension cable, Seonghwa has entered the room smiling sheepishly “I barely recognize you out here working with the commoners!” He grins, offering Hongjoong a harsh pat on the shoulder.
Hongjoong’s eyes drop to his feet and he responds with a less-than-pleased snort, a far less vocal response to Wooyoung - San’s assistant cameraman - who throws a pillow at Seonghwa’s head with a “Common yourself slag, I don't see you helping out at all!”
The elder catches the pillow, raising it to throw it back at the younger boy who has ducked behind a rather expensive-looking camera. Thankfully, for San’s future sanity, Hongjoong is there to snatch the pillow from Seonghwa’s raised hand, eyes pinching into a warning glare. Once more, Seonghwa smiles in a way where his grin doesn't meet his eyes, the type that reads ‘im in trouble, and I'm ready to run if I have to.’ But Hongjoong simply places the pillow at his side with a sigh, and Seonghwa relaxes with the air that leaves the smaller man’s lungs.
“Didn't think this was gonna be your kinda scene, to be honest, I was surprised when San told me you agreed to help out. What did he offer you then? I had to offer myself as your music slave to even get a ‘go forth’ for us to breathe in one of your rooms. Now you’re playing the voyeur…” Seonghwa raises an eyebrow, his grin riddled in mischief and mockery, gaining him a punishing kick to the shin.
“I'm not playing the voyeur!” Hongjoong spits “... and he didn't offer me anything! We simply talked… and I was curious as to what the fuck artistic porn was…”
“He also told me you used the coupon he gave you… so-”
“OK!” Hongjoong raises his hands in defeat before Seonghwa can voice his knowledge in Hongjoong firsthand witnessing San’s ‘art’. He chooses not to defend himself further, just crosses his arms with a pout, knowing any excuse he’d make Seonghwa could see through like the cracks in Hongjoong’s artistically broken house decor.
The two have always had a knack for standing and basking in each other’s company surrounded by comfortable silence. That's how it feels right now next to Seonghwa. And although Wooyoung occasionally turns his head to ask a favor, he instead decides the silence is a lot better than breaking Hongjoong’s peacefulness or Seonghwa’s current leashed calm. He seems to know what he is doing anyway, his hands are practiced as he neatly sets up a couple of cameras and hand-held lights on top of Hongjoong’s unused dresser, the main cameras are set up on tripods, sound systems, a severe lack of artificial light (San had picked the perfect time of day where the sun decorated the room in velvet patches where it glowed through the deep-set window).
Speak of the devil and he shall appear it seemed, as San slips into the room with a confident smile towards his team, a hand patting Seonghwa’s shoulder enthusiastically. “Hey man, glad you could make it, You’ll be helping Woo with the camera set up, we gonna try and go for a one-shot take today considering it’s gonna be a pretty short and quick scene, that’s all good yeah?”
And the way Seonghwa answers with a swift and easy thumbs up, he has obviously been through these types of setups before and that one easy instruction was enough for him to know his job for the next couple hours.
As Seonghwa slips away, Hongjoong finds himself following the other’s back, feeling a little helpless without him, like staring up at San right now is the equivalent of staring into the eye of a storm by himself with nothing to hold onto. And the wide crescent-eyed smile San offers him does nothing to relieve his nerves. He has no fucken idea what equals a ‘shot’ in porn, or how one would set up a camera for filming. He hopes to god San isn't about to ask him to manage a mic, his hands are unstable and those stick-mic things are twice the height of Hongjoong himself.
He gulps, and as if San notices his nerves, he finds the other boy’s hand on his shoulder in a similar greeting to how he had welcomed Seognhwa not a minute prior. (Speaking of the other, Hongjoong can very clearly hear him bickering with Woo, and there is a smashing sound as Wooyoung shoves Seonghwa out the way, but that is far from Hongjoong’s biggest problem right now and it all distorts into the background noise compared to San’s bright voice.)
“Joongie-Hyung! I'm so so glad you offered your assistance, you are going to be a fine asset to the team!” San beams, hand from his shoulder slipping to his back, and the hook of the taller’s arm has Hongjoong guided beside him. “There is someone I need you to meet before we get this show on the road, kay?”
“O-okay?”
And similar to how Hongjoong had invited him into the room not a week prior, San opens the bedroom door and politely gestures for Hongjoong to exit with him.
Outside in the hall, the sounds of Seonghwa and Wooyoung’s bickering muffles, along aside the deeper tone of the quieter third boy (Hongjoong thinks his name was Yeosang) intervening and scolding the two with patient words. The boys in the room, however, are driven straight to the back of Hongjoong’s head when he turns to find the tall boy from before leaning against the closed and locked down double-door. Hongjoong stuns with a surprised little ‘oh’ which causes the other to smile awkwardly at him. Once more, the taller boy’s eyes catch the skin of Hongjoong’s collar, before gliding down to the oversized sweater hiding a tapered waist, and baggy jeans that completely ruin the aesthetic of Hongjoong’s dainty figure He seems to grimace at Hongjoong’s less than pretty attire, before raising a hand to him. Hongjoong takes it, allowing the other to shake it awkwardly, his grip a little too strong for Hongjoong’s tiny wrists, and he is more than relieved when he is finally able to pry free from the other.
“Hongjoong, Yunho, Yunho, this is Hongjoong...” San greets. Just like pretty much every other boy working in this little group, Yunho is also very beautiful, he’s tall… like.. Really tall… So tall Hongjoong has to rock back slightly on his heels so he doesn't hurt his neck looking up at the other. Though Hongjoong thoroughly remembers the casual clothes and the snap back he’d entered the house in, and the backpack that’d been slung over his shoulder. “... Hongjoong offered to be your partner today…” He definitely hadn't arrived in the black slacks and neat button-up he wore turned into his trousers, and he definitely didn't have the dusting of eyeshadow on his lids or foundation on his cheeks when he had given Hongjoong his nonchalant once over no more than 45 minutes prior. “... Since we haven't had time to get proper testing, it’ll just be a body worship scene…” Oh, Hongjoong could have sworn he was wearing the rattiest of converse too, but now he was wearing shiny dress shoes, tied in neat little bows. “... Some dirty talk, a little fingering, Hongjoong has the prettiest ass-”
Wait what, had San been talking all this time? Hongjoong raises a questioning eyebrow, humming at San with a curious blink of his eyes. “Sorry, what did you say? I didn't catch that?”
“Oh… Uh… You two are going to be working together today… Once we get you washed and changed, of course!”
Oh no…
“Ya know, funny story, I was initially going to do a solo shoot with Yuyu here, but once I saw the room I knew just how much wasted potential there would be if it was just used for a masturbation session, ya get me?”
“... no… I mean… yes.. But… no… no San, you’ve got the wrong idea, absolutely not…” Hongjoong takes a step back, and suddenly Yunho’s glances made so much more sense. San had completely misinterpreted his offer to help. “I don't.. I can't…”
The final nail in the coffin is Seonghwa peeping his head out the door, his nonchalant expression twisting into maliciousness when he sees Hongjoong and Yunho together, and he raises a cheeky eyebrow. “Sets all ready when you are Sannie.” He announces…
And no, Hongjoong is not getting fucked by a stranger for a porno.. Absolutely not! He turns without a word, powerwalking down the hall before he can escape around the corner down a flight of stairs.
San and Yunho watch speechlessly, Seonghwa blinks dumbly. “Did I miss something?” He mutters, stepping outside the door with a confused type of frown that didn't fit his usually cheery expression.
“I think I fucked up…” Is san’s only reply, his thumb pressed awkwardly between his front teeth, only raising his brows higher in surprise when Seonghwa slips past him to jog after Hongjoong, the heavy thud of the elder’s footfall against the carpeted staircase echoing in the distance as he attempts to find his friend in the maze of his household.
Thankfully, Hongjoong is far from hiding, he is in fact slumped over the unit of his kitchen counter, face in his hands, and for a moment Seonghwa can't tell if he is simply having a crisis, or crying. He lets out a small relieved sigh, palm raising to caress the dark-haired boy’s shoulder with a soft “hey” to announce his presence. He’s pretty sure if it was anyone else, Hongjoong would have run again, but they were friends, and Seonghwa has by far seen Hongjoong in more embarrassing situations than being offered unpaid sex work.
“Look at me Joong, what happened?” He asks, pulling at Hongjoong’s arm to get him to turn his body around, Seonghwa leans his side into the unit as well so he can face his smaller friend. When Hongjoong’s hand finally slips from his face, Seonghwa finds the other’s cheeks thankfully dry from tears, his eyes catch Seognhwa’s easily without a hint of shame in them, but his usually pale cheeks are lit up a strawberry rose, one that blushes all the way down his neck and up to the tip of his ears, and it’s as clear as day Hongjoong is embarrassed, and a little mortified, but far from angry or defensive like Seonghwa imagined finding him.
“Holy shit, Seognhwa, I'm such a dumb idiot, I am so sorry, I had the completely wrong idea I thought San was asking me to help with background shit... You know… holding equipment… plumping cushions or something, Im so stupid, so so stupid, oh shit…” The verbal floodgates open almost immediately, the taller of the two’s concern melting with the fond little smile that slips on his lips, and he gives Hongjoong’s shoulders a slightly rough shake to shut him up.
“Joong!! Shush shush! You’re not stupid... Well... Maybe a little bit, but it’s not the end of the world, right? San’ll have a plan B, you haven't ruined anything, it’s all good!” He chuckles, raising his hand to flick Hongjoong across the cheek, causing the other to huff and shake his head away from the feeling. It would have been cute if it wasn't for the glare he sends Seonghwa that has him smirking down at the other. “Ooorrrr…”
“No…”
“Hey, hey! Listen to me” Seonghwa’s hands find Hongjoong’s shoulders once more and he gives him a little shake, the kind that has Hongjoong stumbling on his feet slightly, but he feels positively propped up and stable in the taller man’s hands. “I'm not telling you to do it, you know I’d never force you to do something you didn't wanna do, Joong-”
“- Like invite a porno crew into my home?”
“Yeah, not the point…” If Seonghwa was a cartoon character, he was sure the blue dews of guilt sweats would be visible on his head right now. “My point is you’re hot! You're hot, you got a nice ass, and Yunho’s fingers are long as fuck!”
“Seonghwa!!” Hongjoong gasps, smacking his friend on the arm in complete mortification, who only cackles in response.
“And how long has it been since you’ve been laid, bro?”
Hongjoong’s lack of answer and the pout he directs at the space between their feet indicates it is a lot longer than Seonghwa has expected.
“Listen, porn is a real health cautious industry. They ain't gonna make you fuck him, not without the appropriate health testing anyway, but if San thinks you would be good in front of the camera, then he obviously thinks you’ll be a pretty lil’ aesthetic for his business?”
Hongjoong shivers, Seonghwa’s usually chirpy mother hen voice dipping into the same deep gruffness he used as Mars, and he can't help but picture the taller in his head once more; legs spread, eyes dark, long fingers wrapped around his- Hongjoong takes a step away from him, unable to meet his gaze under the heat of his cheeks and his own embarrassment.
“And I’ll be there if you need me Joong…”
That really doesn't make it any better.
“Or if you’d prefer me to go I ca-”
“No!” Hongjoong can't believe his own ears at his very sudden exclamation, eyes widening as they meet Seonghwa’s equally surprised gaze. “I’d want you there… If I am to do this…”
The surprise softens, and that same soft smile is there, the same one that makes Hongjoong’s unease bleed away. “Ok… Alright… Shall I go tell San you’ll do it?”
Hongjoong sighs… He always thought there would be a time when he could tell Seonghwa ‘no’ and mean it… but…
“Ok… I’ll do it…”
… Well… maybe next time he will...
--- --- ---
All it was was a hiccup in the end, a little slip of confidence due to some communication issues, A crack in San’s plans, a mistake between Kim Hongjoong and Choi San, fixed and sorted out by one best friend of the year: Park Seonghwa.
A certain Park Seonghwa that finds himself sitting on the floor outside the bathroom playing games on his phone, the creak of the floorboards upstairs indicating restlessness from the rest of the crew while Hongjoong washed and dressed for the shoot.
“You almost done in there Joong?” He calls through, tapping the door with the crook of his finger, head resting against the jutted-out frame in a rather uncomfortable fashion.
He hears shuffling from the other side, then a small uncomfortable grunt, one that has Seonghwa hesitating where he sits, tapping once more in case Hongjoong hadn't heard him. “Joong? You oka-”
“Yes!!” The smaller man hisses from the other side, his voice is a little breathless and the shuffling is heard once more before the sound of the shower pauses and the wet pat of feet can be heard against marble flooring. The silence, instead of being its usual comfort between the two, is almost deafening, Seonghwa can sense the other boy’s nerves with the skittish nature to the movement as he gets changed, the pauses between each action, the fact the blow-drier stays on just a couple minutes longer then it usually does. And finally, when all movement is over, Hongjoong takes his time exiting the room, and finally Seonghwa is able to breathe, stand, and face his friend. His lips quirk to gift his friend with a pleasant smile, but it gets caught halfway, the expression twisting instead into an unidentified emotion, a grimace on his lips but surprise in his eyes. It would have been comical in any other situation, but judging by the way Hongjoong juts his lip and raises a brow, it’s the reaction he far from expected or wanted.
Little did he know, Seonghwa’s brain had suffered a temporary system reboot. He had seen Hongjoong in his underwear before, had slept in a bed with him while the smaller boy’s naked legs wrapped around his waist in a vice lock; he’d sat in Hongjoong’s lap so the other’s bare chest had been against his back with his head resting comfortably on Seonghwa’s shoulder while they watched a movie… Somehow this felt far more revealing. The sheer button-up San had picked out for the other seemed to fall a couple of sizes too big on Hongjoong, judging by the shoulder width of the shirt it was possibly Sans' himself, though it was long enough down Hongjoong’s thighs to even belong to Yunho. The fabric was sheer, see-through to the extent you could see the gentle curves of Hongjoong’s stomach and the plumpness of his thighs, but only to the extent that those details remained teasing hints silhouetted in white. He found himself almost weeping at the sight of long sleeves ending at Hongjoong’s palm so that little fingers peeped out the ends in the hint of sweater paws. The only issue was… hmm…
Seonghwa takes a step forward, he recalculates himself, recalibrates his movements, redistributes his weight, and smirks, tongue prodding from his lips to wet the dry skin there. “My my, you look delicious Joongie.” He practically purrs, it’s a voice he has used to tease the smaller in the past, but judging by the heat rubying Hongjoong’s cheeks, it’s not his usual bantery bratty reaction. “- I'm almost jealous of Yunho.” He grins, fingers reaching forward to pop the button that Hongjoong had fastened at his collarbone. Hongjoong reaches a hand up to push Seonghwa’s prying fingers away, but with a slight authority filled ‘ah-ah!’ Hongjoong drops his hands back to his sides. With the extra depth of the shirt, teasing at the smooth skin hidden by the fabric, Seonghwa positively beams. A flick is pressed to Hongjoong’s cheek again, a playful little reminder that his friend was still there to look after him, even if he was nervous.
“There, all pretty. C’mon, let's go, yeah?”
And Hongjoong’s small hand fastens itself in Seonghwa’s callous palm as he allows the taller boy to lead him across his own kitchen, down his own halls, up his own staircase; till they reach the corner to the bedroom and are once more face-to-face with a pacing San, whose feline eyes brighten at the sight of the two other boys.
“Oh thank goodness!!” He breathes out, striding just a little faster without his backpack, completely ignoring Seonghwa in favor of cupping Hongjoong’s cheeks, pulling him in, and placing an obnoxiously wet kiss on the smaller man’s cheek. “Thank you, thank you thank you hyung! I'm so sorry for the miscommunication!” He ignores Hongjoong’s fists that try to beat him off and his high-pitched screeches of complaint to kiss him again on the cheek, so hard that when he leans away there is a temporary lip print marked into the squish of Hongjoong’s jaw, and his eyes are glossy with tears unshed from the force against his eye.
“It’s whatever… don't ever do that again!” Hongjoong snaps in return, pointing an accusing finger at the boy, who only turns his head to smile sheepishly at Seonghwa in a ‘is he always this tiny and angry?’ kinda way. The grin Seonghwa returns to him is enough of a ‘yes, yes he is’ as a verbal response.
“Anyway, there were no problems with the shirt right? Fits you ok? Comfortable?” He asks, professionalism back as he purses his lips, giving Hongjoong a once over.
“Yeah, it’s fine I guess…” the other grumbles back, fist awkwardly clutching at his shirt collar to tug it higher up his neck, only for San to catch his hand the same way Seonghwa had in the kitchen to once more pull the shirt down his collar.
“Good!” San chirps, grabbing Hongjoong by the wrist to pry him from his other friend and practically drags him back into the room, Hongjoong groaning behind him something about being manhandled like a toy. (Yes, San thinks to himself, he certainly would look good being manhandled like a toy…)
“Our star has returned!” He grins cheekily. Wooyoung whoops sarcastically, Yeosang’s only response is to give Hongjoong a small sympathetic smile. Now that Hongjoong thinks about it, the small crew of boys are all hideously stunning and he wouldn't be surprised if they had all worked under San’s direction too… He probably should have done more research the first and only day he ventured onto San’s website.
“Whoa!” A voice from behind him stuns him out of his thoughts, and he turns to see Yunho, once more lurking by the dresser. He hadn't seen the other as he was pulled in, but he looks just as handsome in the summer sun hues of the bedroom then the artificial yellow of the hall. Yunho’s black hair has been gelled back off of his forehead, a tie neatly knotted around his neck, he looks mature, the kind of person Hongjoong would have felt inferior to in high school, but his smile is sweet as he approaches Hongjoong, raising his arms to gesture to all of him. “-You look fantastic!” He comments with sincere honesty, and his smile might have been the most genuine Hongjoong had seen today. It puts him at ease a little, makes him feel safer that he is going to be in this man’s hands.
“Thank you, Yunho. You look really handsome too!” He murmurs back shyly, ignoring the teasing scoff of Seonghwa behind him.
“Airight you two, I went through with Yunho what the brief directions are, but I’ll go through with Hongjoong quickly, yeah?” San nods, not waiting for any answers, he simply moves the hand fisted around Hongjoong’s wrist to his shoulder and guides him to the window, the same one with the same soft fabric curtains that billow with the crack of an open window.
“You nervous?” San’s voice surprises Hongjoong a little, and he blinks up at the other, not bothering with a verbal reply and deciding instead to nod curtly… there was no point lying, San could probably feel the slight anxious tremble in his body.
“Aww, it’s ok hyung, Yunho will be there with you, and: me, Seonghwa, and Woo will be in the room too just in case you need us-”
Not at all comforting…
“- you are a good-looking guy, hyung, you have a pretty body, and a pretty face… and a pretty ass! Just flaunt it - Enjoy yourself! Seonghwa told me you haven't been laid in like six months bro-”
“Hold up, what the fuc-”
“So just like… have fun! Yunho is on top of his game, his dick game that is… but no dicks gonna be involved this time round, mkay?”
Hongjoong can't help at the way he gapes up at an oblivious San, an eyebrow crooked in complete bafflement at the words spewing from the younger’s mouth.
“I didn't ask you to test yourself, and although I don't think a guy like you gonna be running round with diseases, I could get in a shit ton of trouble for not being certain, so we’re going to focus mainly on body worship, roleplay, and ass-play, you good with that?”
“Uh…. I mean Y-yeah… yeah…” Hongjoong blinks up at San with wide dark eyes, fingers fisting into his shirt. “I cleaned myself… … … in the shower… “
San smiles down a little proudly at him, before tapping his palm on the wall by the curtain. “I thought about it, and I want some shots of you behind the curtain before Yunho enters-” Hongjoong nods slowly along “-remember our conversation when we first met?”
And Hongjoong definitely does;
‘A young paramour watches the sunset as he waits for his lover's arrival. His body cloaked by the dance of a sheer curtain, just the sheer curtain. He is comfortable in his lover’s room, both with the environment and in the comfort of his own very beautiful naked body'
“So… … … I'm the paramour?” Hongjoong asks a little shyly, the hands twisted in his shirt balling to his side as he cocks his head curiously, lip sucked between his teeth as he tries to picture the scene. “Anndd… I'm waiting for my lover, Yunho, to arrive home… where he is going to stick his fingers up my asshole?”
The snort behind him doesn't sound like San, and it’s only now he’s realized Seonghwa has approached them, toying with a camera by Hongjoong’s side.
“Y-yeah, that sounds about right! Not a very complex idea, I know, but I didn't wanna overwhelm you for your first ever time in front of the camera, you see? Even still, it’s a concept that’ll let you and your body shine, Hongjoong, so embrace it, ok?”
Hongjoong nods, jumping a little as San holds out a hand for the smaller man to take, and cups the curtain so Hongjoong can slip behind it, sitting on the deep window ledge that is thick enough to second as a bench. He lets San handle him like a doll for a moment, eyes wide when the blonde-haired boy cups his ankle gently to place it on the bench, crooking his other leg so his foot was almost underneath him. He looks gentle, relaxed, and calm like this, his black hair fluffy, long shirt pooling on the top of his thighs, ridden high enough to tease what might be underneath, but still hiding everything from the camera. As San releases his grip on his legs, the man’s fingers find his shoulders and he squeezes them in an almost soothing gesture. “Relax, Hongjoong, you look beautiful.” He grins, before slipping away behind the curtain, allowing it to ribbon in dancing velvet. It occasionally brushes against Hongjoong’s bare skin, a kind texture to his arm, leg, and foot.
The casual reprise from the drama gives Hongjoong a moment to bask in the silence of his little world behind the curtain. He wonders for a moment, for the hundredth time this day, what the fuck he’d gotten himself into. He sighs. It was true, he hadn't been laid in a while, but was this really what he needed to break his cold streak? No… no it wasn't… he needed-
“Airight, everyone!! Filming starting, everyone out, Yunho wait outside, Wooyoung on camera two, Seonghwa, I need you to sit by the door, on my mark knock to signal Yunho’s entrance, mkay? We gunna do this all in one take!”
Seonghwa makes a small hum of acknowledgment and the shuffling of moving bodies happens slowly, before Hongjoong is left with the shadow of San and his camera outside the curtain.
“You ready Hongjoong?”
“...Yeah…”
“Deep breaths, ok? This is gonna be fun, you’ll enjoy it, I promise. If you need us to stop for breaks at all, just call for me, ok?”
“.... ok…”
“Good, Ok… Director’s call for actors to begin, annnd action…”
--- --- ---
The sun is shining behind a thicket of tall evergreens just outside the window, distorting light in spikes of bright white against Hongjoong’s figure; he breaths, and with the breath he releases, the curtains surrounding him breathe too. The tussle of his hair dances with the wind, streaks creating dark silhouettes across the perfect straight bridge of his nose. With a tight-chested sigh, he rests his head back against the wall of the sill, eyes closing so thick lashes grace against the soft rose of his cheek. With a movement a little too quick to be graceful, the back of his hand finds the seam of the curtain, pulling it back to peak wide eyes out at the bedroom, he’s met with the blinking light of San’s camera, but if he ever learnt one thing from mandatory arts classes at school, it was that one never looked at the camera when they were acting. He keeps his eyes past San’s shoulder, towards the door, a little to the left, where he finds Seonghwa watching with a casual curiosity.
He can't help the way his eyes dip down shyly at the gentle and kind smile on Seonghwa’s lips, unable to look his friend’s way when he was so vulnerably put on show. His legs sweep around off of the ledge, knees pressed together in case of accidental flashing, the cotton socks on his feet coming into contact with the polished wooden floor, his shoulders are hunched, chin pointed ever so slightly so San could capture the pretty angle of his jawline. He looked ethereal in all white, black hair juxtaposing pale skin, the sunlight haloing him prettily, just as San had envisioned it, just as Seonghwa had never even thought to imagine Hongjoong looking… He was a paramour, waiting so patiently for the attention he so deserved.
As if the wind was an active partaker in this dance, the curtain ghosts partly over Hongjoong once more, gliding over half of his face and spreading over his body like a garment. He inhales through his nose, expertly catching in and bunching it in his hand to hold it close, stroking painted nails down the fabric to bunch it at the bottom and pull it off of himself in the most pretty reveal. He stands, the long silk shirt billowing down, the sunlight - far brighter than the hues of Hongjoong’s kitchen lamp - causing his slim silhouette to appear just a little more vibrant against the white.
Seonghwa can't help how he sits up just a little further in his chair as Hongjoong rocks on his heels, before turning away from the camera to gaze back at the view, creating the perfect shot of his back against the light of the curtain; his thick thighs and ass the centre of attention, curved up into a tiny waist and muscular shoulders, all wrapped up like a pretty picture in the long white shirt that had slipped on one side where Seonghwa had unbuttoned the top few clips.
Just then, Seonghwa leans over, tapping his knuckle against the door. Hongjoong’s head turns, the tussle of his fringe caught perfectly in San’s capture as he blinks wide-eyed with surprise when Yunho pushes the door open to step into the room. The soft polite energy around him is gone, he doesn't even spare Hongjoong a glance, he keeps his eyes to the floor as if he is deep in thought, like he is somewhere else, anywhere else but in the bedroom with the smaller boy in front of him; his finger curved into his tie to pull it open where it is tight around his throat.
San pans his camera around, stepping forward to allow Seonghwa the chance to move out of shot and behind frame.
The taller man takes a moment to fiddle with his tie, long fingers unbuttoning his top button to allow breathing room in his shirt, before his gaze raises and he blinks in surprise, movements stunting as he captures Hongjoong in his peripheral. And if Hongjoong thought this would be stiff, unnatural, awkward, well Yunho certainly wasn't allowing for any faults with his performance. He was a first-class actor, the way his body jolts with the movement of his surprise at the “unexpected” guest, his fingers grazing over the silk of his tie before dropping at his side, hand still firm on the handle to the door. He doesn't say anything, allows the silence to sink in the room, and although Hongjoong knows it’s all an act, he can't help how his eyes dip to Yunho’s shoes, suddenly finding the imperfections in the leather far more interesting than the unreadable nonchalance of the taller boy’s face.
“Heya sunshine… what are you doing here?” he asks, finally moving to close the door. There is a quiet jostling behind Hongjoong as Seonghwa squeezes behind him to make himself comfortable in an area he wouldn't be seen by cameras, close to where Yeosang is managing the internal set lighting and mic.
Hongjoong abruptly realises he is being talked to, he realises that he has got to speak, and his mouth opens with a startled gasp, taking a step back towards the window, feeling the curtain brush against his back. He can't seem to find the words, he isn't an actor, he isn't an improviser, he has no idea what to say. “-I… I..” is all he seems to get out, his eyes tearing to San in a silent plea, before his head is once more drooped towards his feet.
“You wanted some attention, sweetheart?” Yunho asks, though his voice is teasing, tender but with a hint of humour. Hongjoong can almost imagine the smirk on his face, like Seonghwa’s smirk when he teases him. He raises his head, a grimace on his lips where he attempts a shy half smile, surprised only to see Yunho isn't smirking, but smiling gently, a hint of the kind boy he’d met before action had been called…
…If it was Seonghwa he’d be smirking… And the thought alone of his best friend in that position has him shuffling a socked foot against the floor awkwardly. “I…. yeah… sorry… I just…”
Once more, Yunho to the rescue. “No need to apologise, sunshine…” He chuckles, shutting Hongjoong up almost immediately with how he moves to him, so smooth and silent the smaller man barely realises it until a hand is clasped at his jaw, pleasant, just harsh enough to tilt his head up so their eyes can meet.
And now that they are this close, only now does Hongjoong realise just how much taller Yunho is than him. He’s well built too, shirt tight on his muscular torso, trousers tailored to accentuate the thickness of his thighs much like how Seonghwa’s were when he played Mars in that one vide-
Hongjoong lets out a deep breath that releases with the weakest shudder, one he didn't mean to release but partly hopes Yeosang catches on his mic. “... Come, sit with me, you’re just what I need right now, work was hectic…” Yunho chuckles, his smile still soft, though Hongjoong notes the faint darkness lidding his brow as he takes Hongjoong’s hand lightly in his to lead him towards the bed, though as Hongjoong moves to sit next to him, a large palm captures his hip and directs him in between his legs where he is caged between the taller man’s two thighs.
“C’mon sunshine, you can sit.” Yunho whispers, his eye contact surprisingly not as intimidating as Hongjoong expects it to be. He finds himself not fearing Yunho’s motives, unsure if that was a positive or negative in his books. The smaller man lets out a sigh, holding Yunho’s shoulders to balance himself as he straddles Yunho’s thighs, his knees pressed comfortably into the blanket thrown over the end of the bed.
From this angle, he can catch Wooyoung’s camera over Yunho’s left shoulder and can hear the creak of a floorboard as San moves behind him. It should make him nervous, the eyes on him, blinking cameras, the stage technology, but Yunho’s hands settling on his hips keep him grounded, keep him focused on the scene, and Seonghwa’s eyes on him have him sinking further into the larger man’s touch.
Wait…
His gaze snaps across Yunho’s other shoulder, away from the focus of Wooyoung’s camera, where Seonghwa is watching him, he’s watching him with the intensity of the shadows that contrast the light from the stage lamps. His hair masks his brow, causing the inky blackness of his pupils to appear even darker, hands fisted in his trouser pockets, his lip quirked in that smirk…
Ah… there it is, that dangerous expression he yearned for. He can't help the way his gaze grasps hold of Seonghwa and doesn't let go for a moment, not until Yunho’s long fingers move from his hips to curve around his waist and Hongjoong chokes because my god, they fit perfectly around his slim stomach to the point where his thumb and finger almost touch either side. His breath hitches and he makes a move to lean back to gaze down at the size of the palms on his waist, but Yunho is immediately pulling him in once more to trap him on his body within the perfect stage for the smirking creature behind him. Only now does he realise Yunho has been talking the entire time, making conversation about his made-up day in the office, voice casual as his palms rub up and down Hongjoong’s sides, the movement causing his shirt to slowly slip up, up, up his thighs until the hem rests perfectly on the globe of his ass. Hongjoong finds the embrace strangely comfortable. Yunho has a nice lap, not too boney or hard, perfectly large enough for Hongjoong to koala and snuggle, and the gentle brush of his hands against his sides have him slipping further into the touches. What can he say, he’s weak for pets and pats.
“You know, I was just about to leave the office, but then Changmin goes and hands me another pile of paperwork due for tomorrow, I just couldn't catch a break!” Yunho sighs, his chin slipping down so his lips are pressed to the skin of Hongjoong’s naked shoulder. The smaller man’s breath hitches at the tiny kiss the taller boy places there. “By the time I got out of the office, it was too late to grab dinner, I still gotta make myself something… Did you eat?” He asks casually as if they were maintaining small talk. But as Hongjoong opens his mouth, confident to speak without stuttering for the first time this night, his words are stolen from him, all that leaves his lips is an embarrassing drawn-out noise that is a mix of a gasp and a sigh; Yunho’s hands carding patterns into his waist slip down, fingers splayed over the material of his shirt to press every pad of his long digits into the meat of his ass.
The smaller boy breaths shakily, his back arching just slightly to give Yunho a firmer grip, but the slight squeeze the other man gives him isn't the only catalyst for the rousing shudder that rolls through his petite body. Although Yunho’s fingers are glorious on his body, and he is enjoying them thoroughly, he watches first-hand how Seonghwa cocks his head mockingly at Hongjoong’s sensitive reaction to the touch, mouth open to slowly swipe his tongue over a plump bottom lip, and god, Hongjoong wants so desperately to suck on it.
When had he started finding his friend so attractive? It was Mars, wasn't it? The hidden possibilities Seonghwa held that Hongjoong had never realised were in his potential.
“N-No, not yet…” Hongjoong finally gasps out, the feeling of fingers gripping at him, groping and feeling, before pulling so that the only thing hiding his hole from the cameras was the thin cloth shirt he was wearing.
“Hmm, good, you can have dinner with me then…” Yunho responds with a soft chuckle, the noise far too innocent for his movements as his thumbs spread to push down between his ass to stroke over his most sensitive area. The touch of clothes being brushed against his rim has Hongjoong choking, pushing back further into the touch. His half-hard cock giving a rather pathetic kick at the teasing. “... I'm a little preoccupied at the moment though, you might have to wait a little while.” With those words, Yunho finally removes his hands and Hongjoong falters in confusion. He isn't quite deep enough in a zone of arousal to find the lack of contact debilitating, but he can't help raise a curious eyebrow at the taller man as he uses his superior strength to lift Hongjoong off his lap a fraction so he's hovering over Yunho’s thighs on his knees, his legs a rather aching distance apart because Yunho’s legs really are just that thick. The distance enables the other to scooch himself backwards and away from Hongjoong till he is up against the headboard of the bed, making himself comfortable in a way that completely ignores Hongjoong crouching awkwardly on the blankets below him. He takes his time to arrange pillows so he can comfortably sit up, before spreading his legs and patting the space between his lap.
“Come here, sunshine, I want to show you something.” Yunho chirps, and Hongjoong only takes a moment to blink at the taller man, before crawling towards him the best he can. He is aware of the cameras still on him, making the effort to swing his hips just a little more than he usually would (and biting back the embarrassed wince) before he’s turned around on his back with Yunho’s help so he’s sat perfectly dead centre, caged between Yunho’s long legs and rested against the warmth of Yunho’s chest.
The other man’s hands placed casually on either of Hongjoong’s thighs, before sliding up; they catch the bottom of Hongjoong’s shirt, and Hongjoong gasps, eyes wide with a mild panic as the garment is pulled over his hips, right over his navel and held just under the dip of Hongjoong’s ribs, revealing the completely unmarked smooth skin of the others thighs, ass and the pretty curve of his half-hard cock.
Hongjoong’s first reaction is to hide himself, he bites back a desperate little plea as he tries to grasp at his shirt, but his hands are snatched so gently that he stops his wriggling almost immediately.
It’s at this point Yunho moves close to his ear to mutter a gentle “no no no no, don't try and hide from me, sunshine. I just wanna see, ok?” His voice is deep, kind - but Hongjoong can't help the slight rising panic that he can't see Seonghwa from this angle. Where is Seonghwa?
Seonghwa is behind him, he’s still here, he knows it. But he hadn't realised until now just how much a comfort his friend’s presence was in this very new scenario.
“-Look” Yunho’s instruction momentarily distracts him, he scrunches his eyebrows up in confusion, turning his head a little to catch a peak of Yunho to indicate where he was instructing the raven-haired boy to stare, but a firm grip on his jaw has already caught him in place and is moving his head like a puppeteer might to face him straight ahead where-
-ah… why hadn't he noticed that before? It definitely wasn't his, so San was definitely to blame for the full-length mirror propped against the wall, golden rim shining with the soft summer light, and the most intimate view of Hongjoong’s tiny body caught within Yunho’s thighs, wearing nothing but the billowing oversized shirt that rested just above his navel, captured perfectly in the mirror’s reflection.
“Uh… uh… oh!” Hongjoong stutters out. Is this what Seonghwa can see? His best friend looking so small and helpless under the hands of a bigger man, still fully dressed in his posh slacks, shoes and iron-pressed work shirt. They do indeed look like a sight. Yunho has released his jaw to stroke soothing fingers along the meat of Hongjoong’s thighs, squeezing the flesh in gentle massages. He gives Hongjoong a moment to adjust himself.
But just then, Hongjoong sees it, in the reflection. His missing presence. Seonghwa is still against the wall behind him, perfectly silent, perfect statuesque, but his gaze is so loud, so dark. He hadn't expected Seonghwa to watch him, in all honesty. He thought the boy would have maintained a respectful presence. They had known each other for years after all, and nothing romantic or sexual had ever even been suggested between them. But the way the blonde boy bites his lip, racking dark eyes over the skin of Hongjoong’s thighs where Ynho’s fingers continue to pull and stroke at, well… he definitely could have fooled Hongjoong…
Fine, if he wanted to look so shamelessly, Hongjoong might as well give it his best. With a strike of false confidence, Hongjoong takes a deep breath, using the grip Yunho has on his thighs to pull them further apart so his ankles bump into Yunho’s calves. “Please-” Shit… what does he call Yunho? “- please, sir…” Yeah.. that’ll do… “... Stop teasing me!” He tries to pitch his voice up just a fraction, the cadence there, like shit anyone would get Hongjoong to pout and whine like a submissive bitch in heat, but ‘soft and cute paramour’... that he could do…
It seems his sudden burst of confidence throws Yunho for a loop, his fingers tighten a little on his thighs, and when Hongjoong meets his eye in the mirror, they are blinking wide for a fraction of a second, before he composes himself. “Stop teasing you?” He repeats, voice the same gentle purr “I'm worshipping you, sunshine.” He chuckles, head dipping down to nip at the sensitive skin of Hongjoong’s neck, and the small man keens at the toying of sensitive skin, he arches a little, a soft sigh leaving his lips before he tilts his head back onto Yunho’s shoulder, enjoying the sensation of the man’s teeth along the junction of his throat.
“Ah-ah, eyes forward.”
Hongjoong obeys, eyelids fluttering to once more gaze underneath his lashes at the show in the mirror. Yunho smiles when he catches Hongjoong’s eye.
“Good boy”
Seonghwa smirks, eyebrow raised mockingly, a silent ‘really Joong? Are you really?’
No… No, he isn't… but for Yunho, he will be…
“Love your hands, missed them…” His voice comes out quiet, shy “... But I want them somewhere else, please…” And as if to further his point, he pushes back a little so his ass presses against Yunho’s clothed crotch. His hand wraps back around the taller boy’s neck, using the grip to arch his back and press teasingly into Yunho’s still soft cock. Yunho’s breath hitches, and he sighs, a small cough leaving his lips to disguise his surprise.
“Where do you want them, sweetheart?” He asks, the hands on his thighs slipping up to pinch the chub of Hongjoong’s love handles, before smoothing over his thin waist again.
Hongjoong whines, an exaggerated sound, and his lip juts brattily, once more rolling his hips in a light grind against Yunho’s crotch and… oh.. That was definitely a twitch he felt. Interesting. “Make me feel good.” He states, and when it leaves his lips it feels like a demand. And to accentuate his point further, his hand cards within Yunho’s long fingers, the size difference of his hand with Yunhos not going unnoticed to him. Yunho lets him, an eyebrow raised at him in the reflection of the mirror as Hongjoong moves his palm down to his own member, using Yunho’s hand like a toy as he teases himself with a couple of slow rubs along the shaft with the callus of the taller man’s palm, before moving the other’s hand down, down, Yunho’s outstretched fingers gliding along the untouched skin of his perineum before the tip of a forefinger is ghosted over the sensitive skin of his rim. Hongjoong hiccups, the sudden touch causing his body to jolt, and he finds Seonghwa’s dark eyes again, fists having tightened in his pockets, lip bitten harder between his teeth, so hard it’s turning the skin around his lip white. And he needs it.
“Need your fingers, sir, needs your hands, your anything!” Hongjoong pleads, detaching his hand from Yunho’s to slide his palm over the bumps of the boy’s knuckles, Yunho lets him put on the show, lets him drag his smaller digits down Yunho’s before the pad of his thumb presses on the nail of Yunho’s middle finger, just enough pressure that his middle finger presses with a gentle force at the tightness of the hole. Hongjoong’s breath hitches, it’s a raw feeling, dry and tingly, a promise. “Touch me there…” He sighs, hips shimmying to roll against Yunho’s hand. The taller boy doesn't move, Hongjoong is simply using him, his own hips causing the digits of his finger pads so soothe circles across the sensitive skin of his ass.
“Ok…” Yunho sighs. And Hongjoong can't help it, he smirks, he’s still got it. Not only is Seonghwa staring at him with those dark orbs now, but Yunho also seems to be struggling a little too, if the hardening bulge against his back has anything to say about it, that is, at least.
But what surprises Hongjoong is how much Yunho allows him to have control. He allows Hongjoong to pull his fingers up to his lips and envelope them in the plush of his mouth, allows Hongjoong to swirl his tongue between Yunho’s fingers, two long digits hitting the back of his throat making him gag a little, but he likes it, he likes that he can use Yunho’s body to be a little rougher with himself. And when he collects spittle in his mouth to wet Yunho’s fingers further, before pulling them out, Yunho watches, enraptured by the small valley of saliva that dews between Hongjoong’s lips and his own hand, before it breaks. And the best part is, Hongjoong is beginning to feel that fuzziness. He is ok with taking a little control if it means he can make this scene his, can feel comfortable in it.
He isn't one to particularly enjoy the softness of sex, the praise and the loving, and right here, right now, that little speck of filthiness is exactly what he needs to get in the mood. That, and the fact that Seonghwa seems to have broken a little bit. Hongjoong would laugh in any other situation, the mirror gives him the perfect view of Seonghwa lowering his gaze just for a moment to adjust his pants. And only when he looks up, only when Hongjoong catches his eye once more, only when Seonghwa seems to compose himself, does Hongjoong spread his legs further, shameless. He hooks his knees over Yunho's thighs, trapping himself against the other boy’s body whilst also giving himself the grip he needs in his legs to move his hips off the bed if and how he wants.
And Seonghwa… god… Seonghwa looks devastated. He blinks dumbly, pupils unsure of where to look. Hongjoong makes a show of licking the wetness from his bottom lip, the movement slow so that his tongue stays prodded between his lips a fraction more than necessary, before he is bringing Yunho’s fingers to his hole once more, now wet with his own spit. And it feels nice; the wetness of Yunho’s pads as Hongjoong rubs them across his rim, causing the skin to shine. He takes a moment to just play with the scene, stroking his own hole with Yunho’s hand, the same Yunho that is sucking marks into his neck and shoulder blade.
“Look at me sir, please…” Hongjoong asks, he doesn't beg though, no, his voice is sweet, steady, and Yunho is the one obeying now. “... I want you to watch while I fuck myself on your fingers, ok?”
Yunho rests his chin on his shoulder, the full body contact the perfect barrier, there is no way of Yunho hiding the shudder at Hongjoong’s tone that wracks through his torso, his arms, down his legs, causing him to shake his head to rid of the fuzziness in his skull. It’s clear who is in charge now. He doesn't even really pay Yunho that much attention, his eyes are focused on Seonghwa and the very obvious bulge in his pants that he is trying his hardest to hide. He tries his hardest not to laugh, though he wouldn't be surprised if the snort that leaves his lips is caught by Yunho, or anyone else in the room for that matter.
It doesn't matter anyway, because he slips his hand from Yunho’s fingers to his wrist, holding him in place. Hongjoong shuffles, just the slightest amount to lock his knees onto Yunho’s clothed thighs, giving him enough grip to rut his hips up, and the feeling of those fingers as they push just the slightest against the tight elastic of his pucker has Hongjoong throwing his head back, exposing the long and vast expanse of unmarked throat, a drawn-out moan leaving his lips. “God, your fingers are so thick…” He mutters, keeping himself locked against Yunho as he rolls his hips again, this time Yuunho pushes his hand down with the roll of Hongjoong’s body and the first knuckle of his first finger slips inside with little to no effort.
It was true that Hongjoong had taken the time to finger himself open in the shower a little before set, he still had a little lube inside helping the slide of Yunho’s spit-slicked fingers, but it didn't at all stop Hongjoong from feeling the stretch. His fingers were far smaller, far thinner than Yunho’s, and god… They felt delicious inside him, even if it was just one for now. He rolls his hips again, letting go of Yunho’s wrist to allow the man the control of stroking his finger against the plush of Hongjoong’s walls. The mewl that leaves his lips is so pretty and high, Hongjoong definitely won't be claiming it as his later. And when Yunho finally manages to push his finger down to the knuckle inside Hongjoong, the smaller man can't help the way he pushes his hips back, eager to have Yunho bottom out again so he could bounce himself on it. God, he wanted so desperately to bounce on Yunho’s fingers. He thinks it’d be a pretty picture too, especially if his ass was on camera, Hongjoong knew he had a great ass, he thinks Seonghwa would like it as well - especially stuffed full on the larger man behind him’s lap.
“Another, give me another.” He instructs, and Yunho obeys, pressing the pad of his second finger against Hongjoong and pushing inside, fucking him slowly and steadily. Hongjoong is fully hard now, the tip of his cock dewing with precome that puddled against his abdomen. He can't help but cringe a little at the idea of messing up his pretty shirt, so he is moving his hands to the hem and pulling it up to his lips. He can already taste a hint of salt on the fabric from his own fluids where he’d been too late to protect it.
The new view is positively sinful, Hongjoong would weep if his teeth weren't suddenly clamped around the silk of his shirt. But the new pull of his shirt had finally allowed it to ride up to his armpits, dusty pink nipples hard and untouched now contrasting the white silk that was being held up by the sheer weight of Hongjoong’s rather voluptuous chest. It would be embarrassing if it wasn't purely damn right hot how Seonghwa reacts to it; thick chest, tiny waist, thick thighs, stuffed hole. He is a sight, and the blonde-haired boy is drinking it in with an open gaping mouth.
Hongjoong isn't even sure Seonghwa is allowed to touch himself in a shoot like this, but he so desperately wants to see him stroke his palm over the outline in his sweatpants while staring at Hongjoong like he is right now. And the thought has Hongjoong groaning, gritting his teeth harder as he rolls his hips in sinful waves against Yunho’s fingers that scissor and twist. He still hasn't found Hongjoong’s prostate, Hongjoong isn't even sure he is looking for it instead of just creating a show. He can't complain too much, he is here to sit and be pretty after all - and he is sure as hell doing a good job of that.
“Shit, you look so cute and tiny fucking yourself on my fingers, Sunshine.” Yunho mutters, so close to Hongjoongs ear he can feel the ghosts of warm breath against his skin. He mewls in reply, rutting up further to feel those fingers deeper, and his eyes widen in minor desperation, his eyes catching Yunho’s in the mirror in a silent plea.
‘Another, I need another'
Thankfully the taller boy seems forgiving in Hongjoong’s demanding glares, because a third finger is pressed to his rim, merely rubbing gentle circles at the skin until he decides Hongjoong is ready for it to push in with the other two.
The smaller man is nothing but thoughtful though… to himself, to Yunhos fingers, it doesn't matter, he’s a helper, and he isn't gonna let Yunho treat him like a pillow princess. He moves the shirt from his mouth, holding it in one hand while he cups the fingers of his free hand to his lips before spitting on them, his aim accurate enough to cup the fluid in his palm, but apparently not enough to stop the dribble from rolling down his chin. He whines in frustration, pressing the shirt back between his teeth before reaching down to Yunho’s fingers and sliding his own saliva across them. He shudders, and Yunho’s breath hitches, and Seonghwa grits his teeth. The fingers pumping in and out of him stop for a moment, before Hongjoong pulls his hips back enough to have them slipping from his hole. The emptiness is tragic, his rim twitching with the emptiness that he himself created, but Hongjoong is here to make Seonghwa cry…
.. He isn't entirely sure when this became his objective…
His spit-soaked fingers wrap around Yunho’s three, rubbing them, between them, across them. Wetting the digits up further with his own fluid, pumping them teasingly while staring the other man in the eye with a confidence he hadn't possessed earlier. Yunho looks… well… he looks almost shy, like he hadn't expected Hongjoong to be such a strange challenge. Like he had expected the smaller man to be submissive, to take, to cry and whine and beg and love and keen at praise…
… nah…
He is generous with the pumping of Yunho’s fingers within his tiny hand, not at all oblivious to the lewd rubbing of his slick palm against the other, before he releases him and lifts his hips once more in silent instruction to continue. As always, Yunho does, Hongjoong really should be calling him a good boy instead, because if he thought the stretch of two fingers from before was delicious, the slick slide of three is incredible. It hurts, but not in a bad way, perhaps not wet enough to be smooth, but Hongjoong has always revelled in the little pain he could get from vanilla sex.
There is determination in Hongjoong’s glazed eyes, the sweat on his forehead causing his raven locks to slick against pale skin, his head occasionally throwing back onto Yunho’s shoulder as he fucks up and Yunho fucks his fingers down into him, both creating a steady rhythm of movement. The taller man has even begun to slowly roll his hips into the small of Hongjoong’s back, his cock so hard Hongjoong almost feels bad for him, he can feel the dampness of Yunho’s precome too from where it had seeped through both his underwear and trousers… poor thing…
To make things just that little more interesting, Hongjoong is pretty sure he could come untouched like this, Yunho’s fingers were just that nice, especially when he crooks them up, spreading them so the mirror was gifted the perfect view of Hongjoong’s stretched pink rim, prettily swallowing up the long fingers that fucked him steadily at the smaller man’s own set pace. So when he feels a thumb rub against the wet and weeping slit of his cock, he chokes, the shirt almost falling from his lips and his back arches, ass hitching up to chase the feeling because holy shit, that felt good. He almost gives up on his initial idea, he so desperately wants to cum on Yunho’s fingers and Yunho’s fingers alone, just for Seonghwa. But the idea of the man’s large hand completely blanketing his cock is an incredibly tempting concept. Alas, Hongjoong is a strong man in a small man’s body, and he uses his palm to bat away Yunho’s prying fingers. He meets the boy’s eyes in the mirror, who raises a questioning eyebrow, to which Hongjoong replies with a shake of his own head.
“Don't want me to touch you there, sunshine?” Yunho asks, and Hongjoong shakes his head, instead resting Yunho’s hand on the plush of Hongjoong’s thigh.
He sighs, sinking into the soothing stroke of fingers on his own skin and the fast pump of fingers against his walls. Only, he seems to get too comfortable with the flow of movement, because his eyes catch Seonghwa again, just as Yunho quirks his fingers up and the pad of his forefinger brushes against that sensitive bundle of nerves. His eyes are fixed on Seonghwa’s as his mouth opens in a surprised ‘O’, body twitching with pleasure. His hands find Yunho’s forearm and he wouldn't be surprised if his grip hurt as Yunho hits his prostate again, and again.
“Oh! Oh, Ah, there… Please, there!!” He cries, shirt having fallen from his teeth, but the shirt is the least of his concerns at the moment. A familiar warmth pools in his stomach as the pool of precome on his navel reaches its capacity and begins to drool down the side of his tummy. Yunho’s fingers are relentless, they brush and kneed the spot, and when Hongjoong tries to raise his legs over Yunho’s thighs to press them together and defend himself from the onslaught of pleasure-pain, the man spreads his legs further, opening Hongjoong up even more to the pry of San’s camera, and the image in the mirror, and Seonghwa’s eyes. Speaking of the latter, the man looks like an addict going through withdrawal, his cheeks are flushed, his hands having left the pockets of his sweats to grip harshly at the side unit, his knuckles white with the force, and Hongjoong can barely make out the mutter of ‘shit’ that leaves his lips.
God…
That's so fucken hot…
Hongjoong wants so badly for Seonghwa to join them, to suck his dick while Yunho fingered him, or maybe even watch Yunho fuck Seonghwa, the taller man is somehow still hard and untouched against his back. That’d be a pretty sight too.
“So close, I'm so so close, please give me another! Please!” He can't help but cry out, his head whips back so hard against Yunho’s shoulders that he almost headbutts Yunho across the nose. His legs are too far spread for him to fuck himself on Yunho’s fingers anymore, he is positively stuck, it’s up to the taller now to keep up the pace. Though Hongjoong, once more, isn't one to stay stable and boring, he was no pillow princess after all, so he opts to busy his hands across his chest, groping at his own flesh before rolling the hard nubs of his nipples with his thumbs. The pleasure from his chest only further accentuates the warmth in his gut, his cock twitches, he is so close.
“A-another?” Yunho gawks, his gaze set on the way Hongjoong’s already tight hole sucks at the three large fingers keeping him open. Though he seems to realize he’s broken character the moment the word leaves his lips, because he is kissing Hongjoong once more on the shoulder, and silently obeying, his pinky joining his fingers on the outskirt of Hongjoong’s rim, rubbing the raw hole to coax it open on the extra width. And Hongjoong… Hongjoong temporarily wonders how many fingers Seonghwa would have to open him up on to fit his girthy cock inside him, he wonders if he’d still feel the stretch after four of Yunho’s if Seonghwa were to grind into him straight after. A groan leaves his lips, a couple of stuttered ‘ah-ahs’ escaping his tongue in a high-pitched sound Hongjoong barely recognizes as his own. His fingers pinch at sensitive buds, and his hips try desperately to rut into the fingers still rubbing at him, before they press inside, and that, that is the final stretch Hongjoong needs, and it burns. The slight extra stretch of Yunho’s fourth finger burns, but it feels so good, and Hongjoong can't help it when his back bows, hand flying to fist in the back of Yunho’s hair. His eyes, they find Seonghwa’s in the mirror. He cums hard staring deep into the eyes of his best friend, body shuddering with the intensity of it as Yunho continues to pump him through his orgasm, even if Hongjoong’s fist has tightened aggressively in his locks, soft pleasured cries leaving his lips with the gentlest of grasps and sex drunk pleas, his thighs close just a fraction so Hongjoong can thrust up, feeling his own cum platter against his abdomen and the shirt he had tried so hard to keep clean up until now. He continues to fuck down onto Yunho’s fingers, who had stopped moving to allow Hongjoong to use his hand like his own personal toy, riding him to overstimulation, until the pleasure cramps into pain and a choked whine leaves Hongjoong’s throat. He finally slumps, breaking his eye contact with Seonghwa to collapse into Yunho’s chest… Who is still hard against his back…
… Shit…
Hongjoong lets out a slight groan as he attempts to sit forward, his hand slipping behind him to cup Yunho in his trousers, but he is stopped by fingers on his wrist and a soft “no, that's ok sunshine, you don't have to do that…”
Hongjoong is grateful.
There is a moment he sits there, chest heaving with heavy breaths, thighs aching from the angle he’d been sitting in, and Yunho’s fingers stay warm in his hole. Suddenly Hongjoong feels shy, Yunho is still looking at the area they are connected, so is Seonghwa, eye fucking Hongjoong’s hole with a bitter scowl on his lips. And Hongjoong wants to curse him, because his softened dick twitches at the stare. Hongjoong glares back at him because how dare he come so close to exciting the smaller man once more.
“Aaannnd cut! Holy shit!” San’s voice startles him out of his pleased and exhausted haze, and his eyes blink in confusion, almost forgetting about the world outside of him, Yunho and Seonghwa’s eyes. He stares around a little aimlessly, Yeosang and Wooyuong are moving, neither of them seem all too fussed about the scene, treating it like a typical movie set as Yeosang manoeuvers the lighting cables and wires to unplug multiple pieces of equipment, plunging the room in a momentary darkness before Wooyoung flicks the dusted yellow overhead lights on so that Yeosang didn't have to stumble around the maze of cables. It occurs to Hongjoong then that the sun had set behind the evergreens outside the window, and no longer basked the room in that ethereal light that had attracted San to it in the first place.
“Damn Joongie-hyung?!” San grins, skipping towards them with some extra brightness in his step. Yunho had already removed his fingers, causing Hongjoong to wince at the sudden emptiness, though he appreciates the taller staying there momentarily so that the camera didn't have to catch his displeasure. San is sweet enough to pass him a blanket to wrap himself up, and he nods in slight thanks as he sits up, allowing Yunho to slip from behind him.
He smiles sheepishly up at the other, who claps his hands together with a grin. “You did great Hongjoong-ssi!” He praises shyly, his hands cupped to his chest, still damp with Hongjoong’s saliva.
Hongjoong can't help the way his cheeks heat at the thought. “Uh… are you sure there is nothing I can do to help you with uhh…” Hongjoong points at Yunho’s pants awkwardly, clearing his throat.
Yunho, the absolutely precious man he was, seems to act like he’d forgotten he was still painfully hard against the fabric of his slacks. He looks down at himself, eyes widening with fake realisation as if it wasn't even an issue. “Oh… Oh! That? Yeah yeah… naaah, I'm good, thank you though Hongjoong I’ll uh… “
Hongjoong can't help the chuckle that leaves his lips, god forbid he call it a giggle. “Bathroom is just down the hall to the right.” he instructs, his smile close-lipped but wide as Yunho lets out a mildly flustered ‘ah’, before nodding a silent thank you and scurrying away.
The space next to him is very quickly accompanied by San, who jumps on the bed so hard it bounces, and Hongjoong has to pull a hand from his blanket to steady himself on the mattress. His knees pull up to his chest so he is comfortably bundled and covered, the tingle of pleasure still massaging his spine, he feels relaxed and at ease. “You were- wow!!!” San breathes out, his voice calm and quiet now, and Hongjoong is thankful, he is pretty sure he’d smack him if his voice was above a volume 5 at the current moment. “-Where the fuck did you learn to do that?!!?” San then laughs, smacking Hongjoong on the shoulder “-seriously, that was hot as fuck! I know what i’ll be watching later if you know what I me-”
“San…” The man fiddles with his camera, cut off by a sudden call of his name, and he raises his head to gaze upon a flustered Seonghwa, who is standing by the two like an out-of-place entity. Hongjoong is calm and collected, San is bright and joyful, and Seonghwa… he looks like the human equivalent of a drawn and pulled hair tie about to be plummeted across a classroom; muscles tense and jaw locked, his voice is dull and monotone, hard in the way Seonghwas isn't, and tight in the way Mars smooth cadence hadn't collected either. Hongjoong almost sees it as a victory, to see the handsome man so torn up over the scene of his best friend being finger fucked into a gasping writhing mess. This time Hongjoong doesn't hold in his laugh.
“... Woo needs help with packing away the camera… ‘N’ shit…” San blinks up at the other before realisation clocks his face. His feline eyes widen, and his mouth opens on a gasp before a bright and mischievous grin spreads on his cheeks.
“Holy shit Seonghwa, you good there bro??” He cackles, the director’s eyes taking in the sweat-clamming blonde hair to his forehead, and his shirt that clung to his chest, the very thick bulge in his pants, and the dark precome patch dewing on the dusty grey fabric of his sweats. Seonghwa looks like he is about to hit him.
“Yes…. Yes, im fine!” He grits out. And the tight response is enough for San to hop to his feet with a mischievous cackle, running off to find the aforementioned Wooyoung.
Hongjoong is now alone with his friend, naked still aside from the blanket covering his cum soaked body, and the shirt he was trying to unbutton under the fabric.
“You-” Seonghwa clears the dry husk in his throat “- you did well…” Is all he says, his eyes shameless in the way they hold Hongjoong’s gaze.
“Thank you…” Hongjoong nods back, a small smile on his face. He doesn't really know what to say. He knows what he wants to say, but could he really get away with it? Would Seonghwa really want him to- “Need help with that?”
Shit…
Seonghwa, unlike Yunho, contemplates it for only a second, before his hand is raising to card through the dark curls of Hongjoong’s messy hair. He strokes Hongjoong’s matt of raven locks nonchalantly, an action he’s done many a time, but never with those dark eyes. “You sure?” He asks, but his other hand has already moved to rub at the print of his shaft, his cock having slipped from the confinement of his underwear under his sweats so it was pressed hard against his thigh, his hand mapping out the glorious size of his cock, and Hongjoong can't help it when he licks his lip to wet it. Watching Seonghwa brush over himself is hypnotic, teasing himself, keeping himself hard and leaking while he waits for Hongjoong’s answer. He seems almost patient, but Hongjoong can feel the way his fingers twitch with an unspoken desire to tug at Hongjoong’s locks, his exterior wavering ever so slightly - Hongjoong wants so desperately for him to pull, he wants to feel the pain of Seonghwa tugging at his hair… god that’d be perfect.
“Yeah… If you want…” Hongjoong says with a shrug, his fingers finally able to slip off the bottom button of his shirt as he pulls it down his shoulders and off his arms. It feels oddly nice to be able to breathe without the fabric that was once pretty and graceful on him, but now hung suffocating on his frame.
He doesn't wait for Seonghwa to verbally respond, he gives Hongjoong a questioning nod, as if he doesn't trust the situation, as if Hongjoong is going to laugh and tell him he was joking. But Hongjoong is far from joking, he wants his friend’s cock in his mouth yesterday. So he pulls the blanket from his shoulders along with his shirt, cum stains having tacked on his belly in white that he doesn't bother to wipe off, he’ll shower afterwards anyway. He simply slips off the bed one leg at a time before he is knelt on the wooden floor, the hard surface under his knees doing nothing to help his aching thighs.
“God... shit…” Seonghwa sighs, watching with wide eyes at his friend raises a brow at him. If he thought little Hongjoong was there to do everything for him though, he was surely mistaken. Hongjoong prefers it much more that he is offering his body to Seonghwa to use, rather than the alternative of working with Seonghwa to get him off. And with that, he presses his hands on his knees, stares up at his friend with dark-lidded eyes, and opens his mouth. His tongue rests patiently against his lower lip, his gaze is unwavering, and that final action seems to finally get Seonghwa moving. The hand stroking his cock over his trousers stops, and he lets out a low groan, pulling the waistband of his sweat down just past his navel to tug his cock out.
The sigh that leaves Seonghwa’s lips is soft, he’s so het up he barely seems to realise the sigh that turns into a rumbled growl in his throat as his fingers tangle in Hongjoong’s locks again to pull his head an inch forward. The motion has Hongjoong’s eyelashes fluttering, and his fingers gripping his knees harder. He expects it when Seonghwa slaps the heavy head of his cock against Hongjoong’s tongue, listening to the wet contact as he rubs his slit along the muscle, letting it become shiny with Hongjoong’s spit, letting Hongjoong taste the combined texture of saliva and pre-cum dewing in the dimple of his tongue. He lets out a small mewl, inching his body forward in a silent plea to push in. And Seonghwa does - he is gentler than Hongjoong had imagined him to be, though he’d never expect his friend to be one to face fuck him without his direct consent beforehand. He merely slips his cock past the tight ring of Hongjoong’s lips, who wraps them around the first few inches of the man’s girth, suckling innocently on the warm flesh that rests on his tongue, massaging itself in and out of his mouth.
“Shit, who’d have known Joongie.” Seonghwa sighs with an unforgiving chuckle, and his voice is dark, it’s dripping with chocolate cadence and Hongjoong once more feels himself stir at the interest of that dark dominant promise. “Such a fucken brat, but you get your lips around a cock and you become such a toy, huh?” He chuckles. Hongjoong’s thighs press together.
Seonghwa is so strung up, Hongjoong is pretty surprised he is able to speak with such little waver in his voice, but he can feel how desperate he is getting with how he tries his hardest not to thrust into Hongjoong’s warm and pliant mouth. And like hell Hongjoong is getting off of him to tell him he can, instead he jerks his head to the side the little amount he can with his mouth very occupied, using a hand to bat Seonghwa’s palm on his hair. The grip loosens enough for Hongjoong to move how he wants, but it stays there as a steady grounding presence as the small raven-haired man sinks down, his eyes squeezing shut as his lips stretch around Seonghwa’s girth, his teeth having a hard time not to graze against the sensitive skin as the head of Seonghwa’s cock hits the back of his throat. Hongjoong gags, an unattractive gurgling in the back of his throat, but it doesn't matter, because Seonghwa is coming with a deep groan, his grip tightens once more to keep Hongjoong in place, those dancer’s hips rolling in little circles so that the head of his dick gains stimulation against the inside of Hongjoong’s mouth.
And Hongjoong, Hongjoong chokes, the salty tang of cum pumps onto his tongue, down his throat, he tries his hardest to swallow it all, but he pulls back and can feel the dribble of liquid down the corner of his mouth. He manages, thankfully, not to cough as he raises his head back, gasping for air, before blinking hazy tear-stained eyes up at Seonghwa, who is leaning against the bedpost, panting, cock wet with Hongjoong’s spit. He finally catches Hongjoong’s eye, and Hongjoong smirks. He really just did that, huh?
With a final boost of confidence, Hongjoong brings his thumb to the corner of his lip to drag up the stream of escaped cum, and presses it to his mouth with a pleased hum, before making a show of swallowing loudly.
Seonghwa’s mouth opens on a silent gasp of air. He looks like he wants to touch, to grab Hongjoong, to do something… But he just stays stood awkwardly, cock still hanging limply from his pants.
“Glad I could help, Hyung.” Hongjoong then grins, breaking the silence to stand, naked as the day he was born, and with a smugness he rarely possesses, turns away from Seonghwa to strut out of the room, leaving the man baffled and panting stuck with his own thoughts of…
What the fuck just happened?
Of course, Hongjoong’s cinematic badass (and self-proclaimed victorious) exit couldn't just go smoothly, could it though? As he exits the room, he’s met with the nonchalant face of Yeosang, who seems like he wouldn't even care if Hongjoong had left the room with a blood-stained knife; and Wooyoung, who is smirking with a sly grin.
“Shoulda told us you wanted Hwa-hyung to join you, he’d have been delighted!” Wooyoung drawls with a cheeky eyebrow wiggle.
“-I” Hongjoong freezes, he completely forgot the other men were outside the room, who most definitely heard the whole thing - curse this house and its old walls.
“Don't worry, we won't tell anyone... because everyone knows-” Yeosang adds, turning back to continue packing away belongings and pile them to be taken back to the van. “-We all heard it… and the bathroom is empty too, you know? If you wanna take care of that…”
Hongjoong’s brain melts, his eyes widen, he is speechless, and yes - his cock is definitely hard and… yes, Yeosang had definitely just shamelessly pointed a finger at his dick… shit…
He doesn't look Seognhwa in the eye as he power walks back into the room, badass, self-proclaimed victorious, exit officially ruined - they both are having their own personal mental crisis. He grabs his previously abandoned blanket, curling it around himself so he is stuck in a purple cocoon of fabric, the only part of his face peaking out being a single eye so he can find the door again, but hide from Seonghwa and -
- Shit bro, put your cock away maybe? -
-And the boys outside who don't hide their stares as Hongjoong waddles past them, a purple entity desperate to hide from prying eyes in his embarrassment once more.