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Hongjoong remembers once when he was a teen, he’d been mistaken for an assistant in a shopping mall. It’d honestly been a slight misunderstanding and no harm had come out of it. An older woman had tapped him on the shoulder politely to ask where they might keep their fresh bread produce. He, of course, wasn't paid to know, but the store was one he frequented often and he had humored the woman by directing her to the bakery section of the store. She had been incredibly thankful and Hongjoong’s politeness had been reciprocated with ease as the lady bowed her gratitude and went on her way.
Maybe this wasn't as innocent as the honest mistake of seeing the boy in the blue hoodie and acknowledging the fact his clothing matched the identical color of the employee uniform… No, and Hongjoong definitely wasn't smiling like he did that day.
He’d left the comfort of a club to smoke a quick cigarette. It was early on enough in the night that sweat had yet to stick to his skin, his dark hair had been pinched back off his forehead, slipping modestly across one ear and curling around the back of his head in long gelled spikes. He would look innocent enough if it weren't for the dark eyeshadow he’d painted across his lid, sparkling in the streetlights with hints of gold glitter that had fallen over his cheeks and a single speck clinging to the chapped skin of his lip. He looked exactly like the man he had set out to be tonight: a sinful partier, someone with the confidence to take center stage, control the club with a mic in hand, sway lethargically to the drowning base of a drum while rapping poetry the drunkards beneath him ate up greedily. They listened, and stared, and ogled the talented boy. Those who were hypnotized by his lyrics, had most likely already had their share of stares down his prettily made-up face and the tight leather pants that perfectly hugged thick thighs and a round ass, or the hint of skin up his legs where the leather was cut down the side in shoelace stitches that held the material together, he simply enticed with everything that he was. His shirt was silky, thin enough to keep him cool under the warm lights of the nightclub, but not enough for the skin underneath to be on show. It was teasing, but mature, not necessarily slutty, but certainly a confident combination. Now, Hongjoong wasn't necessarily a tall person, but his personality, his energy, his fashion, they all were his weapon to make him just that ever so slightly larger than life.
He had been listening to the steady thrum of a rap beat, the center stage of the club momentarily empty, it would be for the next hour or so before they allowed people to start taking control of the audience, and Hongjoong was happy to humor himself until then. The underground scene was a hypnotizing one, one that Hongjoong had a self-admitted addiction to; listening, performing, dancing - the club was his drug. And right now he was on break.
He observes silently as the gentle dance of his pale lighter flame fights with the deep blue hues of synthetic ocean light masking the street in a litany of sapphires, flickering with the buzz of old electrics. It’s a rather tacky aesthetic, dingy even with how the blue saturates into a green gradient where the plastic tubing of the club lighting was darkened with rot and old mold.
His lighter flame finds the bud of his cigarette, pressed between his lips, and he lets out a sigh as he is finally, finally, able to inhale the sweetly-bitter tang of smoke into his lungs, before breathing out the cloud that too took the hue of neon blue.
He’d been enjoying the silence when he’d been approached, the light emitting on his face darkening from a tall shadowed figure that blocked him off from the entrance to the club. Hongjoong blinks up at the man in confusion, raising an eyebrow at the close distance of the other. The strange part might have been that he looks just as confused as Hongjoong judging by the scrunched-up brow that pinches on his face, eyes confidently locking with Hongjoong’s.
“Uh… Can I help you?” Hongjoong asks a little skeptically, taking the smallest step to his left to see past the man’s shoulder at the club door case he needed to call for help.
“Uh…” The stranger stutters, his gaze finally breaking from Hongjoong’s to stare down at the space between them, then locks effortlessly with the cigarette trapped between the perfectly manicured fingernails on Hongjoong’s hand. His hands fist shyly into the pockets of his leather jacket, pulling it taunt over his body to cover himself further as if Hongjoong was a battering wind freezing him to the bone. He leans in, and with that extra closeness, Hongjoong attempts to jerk away with a startled ‘whoa?’
Doe eyes blink wide, hands rest by Hongjoong’s chest in case he has to push the stranger away, he is ready to deck the man one if he is about to get handsy. It’s strange really, he doesn't taste any alcohol on the man’s breath, and couldn't see any distortion in his pupils; in all fairness, he looked perfectly sober, but freaks existed, and Hongjoong was sane and intelligent enough to never to chalk ‘freak’ off the table.
“So.. uh… how much do you charge?”
Hongjoong blinks up at the other, the caution bleeding away because… holy shit had he just heard that right…
“Sorry?” He asks quietly, the word escaping him hoarse where he forgets to take a breath before responding, it’d be almost humiliating if it wasn't for the fact the man was blushing beet red from ear to ear. It was clear this was a new situation for the both of them.
“How much-” His eyes dip down in hopes of hinting to an unspoken desire “-Like… Do you charge per like… thirty minutes?? Or per service?”
“Holy shit!” Hongjoong does cough this time, and his hands grasp forward to hit the man a little weakly across the chest. It would have been harder if it wasn't for the unattractive snort of laughter he can't help but choke out with the excess smoke from his cigarette. “You- You think I’m… ??”
The man doesn't respond, his mouth is open wide as if stuck on a silent word, eyes just as wide from visible nervousness.
“You think I'm a hooker??”
“Uh… oh shit… you’re not?” And if Hongjoong thought the man lacked confidence before, he sounds like he is about to cry right about now. Hongjoong does nothing to soothe him, heck, he should be offended but he really isn't - the situation is just a little too funny for him to snap at the man… or smack him hard across the face like any normal person would in this rather particular situation.
“No, man?? What the fuck?” Hongjoong cackles, snagging his cigarette between his lips once more to take a long and large, much needed, exhale. A small hiccup escapes the man’s throat due to the smoke from Hongoong’s own.
“Oh, shit-” The words are quiet “Oh shit!!” Less quiet, he looks mortified. “I’m so so sorry!! My… My friend told me… uh… work... On this .. yeah…”
“Sorry dude, I think you dropped a couple nouns there…”
He’s leaning in again to Hongjoong’s gaze flicking from left to right and Hongjoong has to wince at how shifty it all looks from the outside.
“Sex workers, you know??”
He leans back to stare at Hongjoong with a dead serious gaze, the smaller man can't help the quirk on his lips that turns into an effortless mean smirk. It was the face he reserved for the stage, the face that kept his audience entranced. The man is stuck to Hongjoong as if in a fly trap, just as his audience is when he raps.
“Weird…” Hongjoong comments with an amused huff.
The man doesn’t answer, he just cocks his head and raises a confused eyebrow, encouraging Hongjoong to go on.
“... Pretty boy like you, can't you just… You know? Pick someone up?” And Hongjoong isn't lying, he is pretty. He has high cheekbones and a sharp jaw, feline eyes, and dark hair that is slicked back off his forehead, sides trimmed in an artistic undercut, a couple of loose strands swaying with the gentle breeze tunneling down the street. He is broad, but slim around the waist, clearly fit. If he’d bought Hongjoong a drink in the club… well… he might just have taken him up on the offer for a quickie in the men’s bathroom.
“Oh…” The man bites his lip. Hongjoong giggles, causing the other’s contemplating gaze to stay stranded on the grinning shorter boy’s face. “Well… you see I… “
“You’re anxious?” The man winces at Hongjoong’s tone, sickly sweet, a little teasing. But he shakes his head.
“A virgin?”
“No!” The man responds quickly, a little panicked as if Hongjoong would judge him if he was… Hongjoong really wasn't one to drag someone for their chastity anyway, but the darkness in his eyes and how he toys with his cigarette between his lips, teeth, tongue, make him look anything but kind.
“I’m just…” A hand moves to run nervously across the undercut behind his own head, massaging at the tendons on the back of his neck “... It’s a hit or miss finding people into the kinda … shit… I'm into??? Or… We never get anywhere when they realize I’m not gonna be-”
“Ooohh wait wait wait wait-” There is a gentle sizzle as Hongjoong puts out the bud of his cigarette on the wall behind him before relaxing into the dusty brick with the heel of a boot propping his butt up slightly, a little extra sass in the cock of his hip. “- You’re not like… one of those freaks that's into shit or something? Or crunching up bugs? Or think men can lactate if you suck hard enough on their nip-”
“No…”
“What is it then?”
“I… can't get off without hurting my partner a bit…” He bites his lip, sounding shameful for admitting it.
Hongjoong purses his lips, crossing his arms over the thin material of his shirt on his chest. “... huh… that’s it?”
“Don't answer like that, it’s become a real problem for me!!” And the man actually has the nerve to pout, staring down at Hongjoong with the most unmean mean eyes the smaller man had ever seen.
And for a moment of pure silence, Hongjoong just meets the man’s eye, before huffing and shaking his head. “Alright... Alright then, how much you got on you?”
He expects the shocked look of eyes blinking at him, but the way the man gapes has him giggling again, taking the initiative to lean forward with the balance of his foot on the wall to grasp the man innocently by the collar of his leather jacket, simply toying with the material with a thumb and a finger, humoring himself with how the other watches the movement of his hand with a gaze of panic. “Uh… one hundred ‘n’ fifty thousand won…”
The smile he is gifted with is anything but sweet, and the hand toying with his collar becomes harsh as Hongjoong slips from the man’s body by the wall, but he doesn't leave him behind. He takes him by the collar and marches him a little further down the road, around the corner to the back of the club. Close enough that the thump of base music was still constantly present, and the blue hues emitting from the neon sighs outside the club continued to ribbon within the shadows of the alley, but they were far enough away from prying eyes for Hongjoong and the stranger to be safe for now. Thankfully, there was a small lamp down the alley for passers-by slipping through the darkness to discard of garbage in the dumpsters out back there, so Hongjoong could still see the man’s rather cautious, panicked face.
“Here’s the deal-” Finally, Hongjoong is pressing himself against the wall once more, and pulling his silent companion into his personal space with an amused little huff. The other stumbles, catching himself clumsily with his palms on the wall on either side of Hongjoong’s waist to stop himself from tumbling into him. “- I’ll get you off and you give me one hundred thousand, if it sucks you give me the extra fifty, but if you’re really really good, I’ll let you keep the change.”
There is a small hitch of the man's breath, Hongjoong hears it perfectly in their close proximity, he can't see the other’s face with how close they are together though, his vision blurring at the close peripheral.
“Nod or shake your head for me, yeah?” Hongjoong coos, pleased to be responded with a rather enthusiastic nod of the man’s head that has the wisps of the man’s fringe tickling against Hongjoong’s jaw.
Finally, the smaller man cups the other’s shoulders to guide him back, just enough to look him in the eye. “No kissing, ok? I don't kiss men paying me for sex. And what’s your name sweetie?”
Hongjoong doesn't wait for an answer before he is slipping down to his knees with the grace of the performer he is, the hand toying with the stranger’s jacket splaying over a (surprisingly) hard chest, slipping down the fabric hiding toned abs, to the buckle of his belt, that he undoes with slick and nifty fingers.
“Yeah.. y-yeah, that's fine! Why do you need to know my n-ah?” The man’s breath hitches as Hongjoong seemingly grows bored of undressing the other with his eyes and presses the palm of his hand harshly against the other’s clothed cock, massaging over his jeans innocently with a tilt of his head and a quirk on his lips.
“Your name?” Hongjoong coos, rocking on his knees to lean up and catch the flier of the man's pants between his teeth, taking his time to drag it down, his hands finding his knees that he presses together politely on the dusty, grimy floor of the club back alley. His gaze raises to catch with the dark material of the man’s boxers under his jeans; slowly hardening beneath the massage of nifty fingers, the man having leaned his body over Hongjoong to press a supporting hand against the wall over his head to keep himself up - poor thing. “I wanna know what name I’m gonna be crying out tonight…” He mutters, the words are so quiet they could have been simply to himself, but his lip quirking in a half-smirk at the audible breath hitch above him. “... ‘course, I'm not some submissive little fuck doll, baby. So you gonna have to work to get me to cry though.” He chuckles. It’s a silent invitation, a challenge, the consent the other boy needs to get his hands on him how he’d obviously been craving to do when he had approached Hongjoong earlier.
You said you had a hard time finding people who could take it as rough as you give it, so give it to me…
That being said, Hongjoong continues to take the initiative as he decides he is done with talking, his gaze meeting the dark hooded eyes of the other above him, the angle Hongjoong gazes up at him enabling him to observe the obvious deep breaths that wrack the other man’s body, only made harsher as Hongjoong, locking that eye contact, leans into the man’s warm body to press his lips over his half hard cock still trapped in the confinements of his boxers.
“Fuck, shit!” The man curses, a tight grip of long fingers immediately finding their way to Hongjoong’s hair to keep him trapped there, suckling on the clothe over the stranger’s cock, lips perfectly enveloping the length of the shaft, licking lethargically, the damp spot where his mouth is pressed visible, a couple inches down from the damp spot that was the man’s own doing as the head of his cock dribbles under the stimulation of Hongjoong’s talented tongue. If Hongjoong wasn't so occupied right now, he would have probably chuckled out a teasing ‘well that’s a pretty fucken weird name’ but the man’s hand on the back of his head is becoming tighter and tighter the more he massages his lips over the man’s shaft, keeping him in place.
“Seonghwa, my name… ‘s Seonghwa…” He groans, his grip tightens, and he downright pulls, ripping Hongjoong away from his warmth, and Hongjoong gasps like he’s been torn from his source of oxygen. “What's yours?”
“Hongjoong…” The aforementioned answers. He doesn't particularly answer with any snark, but his voice is full of confidence that puts them on the same level. In Hongjoong’s eyes, they are equals, even if he himself is on his knees. This apparently isn't what the other wants.
There is a brief moment of clarity where Seonghwa looks down at Hongjoong nervously, and Hongjoong nods, that's all he needs to tell him it’s ok… it’s all ok... Really…
He isn't being modest anymore, not now Hongjoong has challenged him and given up his dominance in the situation. He doesn't hesitate to give Hongjoong’s head a jerking shake, just cos he can, just to hurt him. And Hongjoong gasps, the tight grasp beginning to create a dull throb in the back of his skull.
“Good… good boy…” The man nods thoughtfully, catching his breath in the moment of surprise, adjusting himself as he rolls his shoulders and straightens himself up so he no longer has to rest his hand against the wall. “Not that I’ll be using it at all-"
Hongjoong lets out a breath through his nose, Seonghwa voice deepening as the uncertainty and nervousness dissipate with Hongjoong's reassurance.
"- so I’ll make it clear for you right now, ok?-” Hongjoong wouldn't be listening if it was a typical hookup, the talking 'i'm all that' really cramped his style. But the man’s free hand not in his hair is pulling down the wet boxers enough to free a hard cock, those same long fingers wrapping around the shaft to squeeze hard as if Seonghwa was taunting himself, jerking himself off just fast enough to have precum dewing at the head of his dick. Hongjoong wants so desperately to lick it, he’s already feeling a little cock dumb from the sheer thickness of the man’s cock in front of him, but the dark and low cadence of his voice doesn't allow Hongjoong to sink into that headspace just yet. “- You are just a toy for me, a pretty little fuck toy made to suck, fuck and throw away. Got it?”
And Hongjoong’s brain falters for a moment because holy shit, that is not what he expected. And he definitely doesn't expect the way the man pulls Hongjoong forward to press the tip of his cock against Hongjoong’s cheek to wipe precum against the soft pale skin of Hongjoong’s face. He draws his cock in heavy stripes across Hongjoong’s skin, marking him possessively with his own fluids.
It is clear, however, that his grip isn't as tight as he wants it to be, words not as dark as he could make them. Seonghwa wants a verbal response, a final check to make sure Hongjoong is ok with this; the degrading, the cock on his face, his place on his knees.
“Y-yeah…” Hongjoong replies on the exhale of a sigh, closing his eyes slightly when Seonghwa draws his cock head a little too high on Hongjoong’s cheek for his own comfort.
“Good…” Seonghwa mutters, and when Hongjoong blinks up at him under his lashes, he realizes for the first time Seonghwa is smiling. He’s quite literally and figuratively stolen the smile from Hongjoong’s face, because Hongjoong is opening his mouth to answer, and Seonghwa uses the boy’s obliviousness as the moment to press his cock into Hongjoong’s mouth. Hongjoong cant help the choke that wracks his body, hand in his hair trapping him from pulling back and off, and the hips slowly guiding forward have him leaning dumbly to stretch his throat, lips aching with the sheer girth of Seonghwa’s cock as it rubs against his tongue, lips, occasionally his teeth catch the warm flesh in his mouth and Seonghwa responds with a low growl and a pinching pull of his hair.
Now Hongjoong has never particularly had a fantastic gag reflex, it’s never been much of an issue though, his lovers have been patient and respectful of his inability to take them fully, so when Seonghwa’s cock pushes past the extent of his limit and he gags, wretches, chokes, the man above him groans low, the sound obviously pleasing Seonghwa far more then it’s pleasing Hongjoong because a salty dribble of precum rolls down Hongjoong’s throat, making him choke a little more desperately.
“Shit, that’s fucking filthy!” Seonghwa hisses, his hand moving down to press on the bottom of Hongjoong’s lip, swiping at the dripping wet saliva and precum concoction threatening to trickle onto the leather of Hongjoong’s pants. The smaller man moans, eyes blurring with tears as he tries to grasp his small hands into the jeans that’d fallen down Seonghwa’s thighs. He isn't told off for doing so, so he remains there, grasping desperately at a thread to ground him.
Seonghwa’s hips tease himself, massaging him against the tight ring of Hongjoong’s throat before he thrusts the final centimeters into Hongjoong’s mouth; nose bumping into the tan skin of Seonghwa’s navel. He wretches again, fists tightening desperately on Seonghwa’s thighs. They moan at the same time; Seonghwa’s gritted between teeth, the noise coming out as a sigh; Hongjoong’s muffled and desperate, a tear finally breaking from his bottom lashes and rolling down the peachy skin of his cheeks.
“Huh.. Look at that…” Seonghwa hums, a hand rubbing gently along Hongjoong’s jaw, it’s almost soft, sweet, Hongjoong even finds himself leaning into the touch slightly, another comfort from the drowning feeling as he desperately tries to catch his breath through his nose. But the hand is only there for a second to harshly rub a thumb across the valley of Hongjoong’s salty tear streak. “- What were you saying about me having to work to make you cry, baby?” He chuckles, the warmth of the comforting hand disappearing only for the tight hold of his hair to reappear. “You really are all talk, ain't ya? Stupid fucking slut trying to take a stab at my pride to get what you want?”
The hand in his hair pulls Hongjoong’s head back, his lips slurping at the shaft of Seonghwa’s cock as it slowly leaves the warmth of his mouth, just a couple centimeters before he is shoved back onto it, choking again as the head hits the back of his throat, the man’s hips thrusting forward so that it’s punched straight into him, his effort to keep tidy a complete fail at the fluids in his mouth are pushed straight from the corners of his lips. “Don't worry honey, a pretty lil thing like you shouldn't have to hold back. I’ll fuck the brat out of you, keep you compliant, ‘s just like I said, ey? - ” Seonghwa’s other hand latches onto Hongjoong’s cheek, keeping him still as Seonghwa rocks into the warm tight heat of his throat, listening to the less than melodic coughs and gags of the boy below him, absolutely filthy. “-Nothing but a toy for me, a little greedy whore taking my money and my cum.” The dark chuckle that leaves Seonghwas lips as he pulls out just a fraction more, and thrusts into the brim once again has Hongjoong whining, has him pressing his legs further together, has another tear rolling down his cheek.
It’s so unexpected, Hongjoong had let his guard down, and Seonghwa had struck him, just like the back of his head strikes the brick wall behind him with the sheer power of Seonghwa’s thrusts, using Hongjoong’s mouth as a fleshlight to get himself off. Hongjoong can barely breathe, can barely do much really, he chokes, and he coughs, and he drools down his shirt. But that's about it. The growls and sighs from above keep him conscious, listening to Seonghwa enjoying using him, listening to the stranger that had been so shy and modest before, making such feral noises as his thrusting into Hongjoongs mouth, maintaining a filthy pace with harsh thrusts that jerk the dark-haired boy’s head back every time despite the fingers in his hair locking him in place.
Only when the toe of a shoe is pressed to Hongjoong’s thigh does he realize his eyes have slowly been slipping shut, and he blinks hazily up at Seonghwa, the other meeting his gaze under the dark shadow of his brow, lips tight in a thin line, expression unreadable apart from the breathy sighs that leave his lips on every thrust of his hips. He doesn't say anything, simply presses his foot harsher in the gap between Hongjoong’s thighs, forcefully prying them open for his own personal space in between. It feels almost claustrophobic having Seonghwa’s leg there, but Hongjoong will come to learn very soon that Seonghwa wasn't the kind of person to move without intention. Not when the heel of his shoe is pressed down over Hongjoong’s cock that has slowly become a little uncomfortable in the confines of such tight pants. It’s not a hard enough pressure to be all that satisfying in all fairness, it’s a blunt pain, a tickle of arousal that has Hongjoong rutting his hips forward desperately and Seonghwa chuckling to himself with a displeased shake of his head.
“Greedy bitch.” He sighs “Dotn care about anything but your own pleasure, do you? Im surprised your job isn't to be fucked for a dime, you should consider it to be honest, I can't imagine you being good at much else…”
And holy shit…
Seonghwa is mean
Hongjoong expected it rough, it was part of the agreement, even if his throat was tight and he had to so desperately control his breathing to stop the retching, but Seonghwa's tongue was just as sharp, maybe even more so than the hand gripping into the long strands of black at the back of his hair, or the ache in his jaw where he tried his hardest not to scrape his teeth along the underside of Seonghwa’s cock. Trying not to hurt Seonghwa was all Hongjoong really could do; he could barely suck, or bob his head, or please the taller man with swirls of his tongue. He was stuck being a hole, and if that wasn't the most deprecating thing he’d ever subjected himself to, it was made worse that he was allowing himself to be paid for just that.
“Oh, you like that do you?” Seonghwa raises a mocking eyebrow, daring Hongjoong to break their eye contact as he ruts into him harder, not showing any signs of coming closer to a release at the steady controlled way he grinds into the smaller boy. “I felt you twitch against my shoe.” He explains smugly. “ You know, I’ve changed my mind, I think I’d rather like watching you hump my foot like a dog, Hongjoong.” The press of the heel once again rubbing over Hongjoong’s hard length has him whining with his mouth full, thighs trying to snap closed with the invasive foot in between to little success.
“Go on…” Seonghwa urges, and his hips draw back slightly, the head of his cock resting politely and patiently on Hongjoong’s tongue, the saliva on his shaft dribbling to mix with the collection already ruining Hongjoong’s outfit. He waits silently for a moment, neither him nor Hongjoong move, before Seonghwa lets out a disappointed sigh, the sound making Hongjoong’s heart drop in his chest. “Well, we aren't going anywhere till I cum, baby… and I’m not moving until you start moving, hear me?” It’s a challenge, a command, and Hongjoong hates commands. But he thinks he hates the idea of Seonghwa stopping more.
He narrows his eyes, attempting his hardest to make his glare poisoned despite the foggy wetness of tears that stain his cheeks and create red puffs under his bags that completely ruin the threatening appearance. He does, however, rest his hands behind himself on the floor to steady his body, back still pressed to the wall, hips just cocked forward slightly, enough that he could bounce on his thighs if needed. Hongjoong winces, brows furrowing as his palms meet the slime-infested floor of the back alley, but he tries not to make too much of a fuss, deciding this is probably better than sucking someone off in the club bathroom anyway.
When his hips roll forward, he sighs, eyes threatening to flutter closed much to Seonghwa’s disapproval. He gives Hongjoong’s head a rather aggressive shake using the grip in his hair, causing the pleased exhale to fault into a drawn-out whine. His eyes remain as open as they can with the ache in the back of his head, ache in his hips as he rolls his body in desperate little waves against Seonghwa’s foot, rutting his cock against the dirty heel of Seonghwa’s foot, who in turn reciprocates the gesture with barely their presses of his own, the feeling isn't enough, but the kind hint of pleasure he is rewarded with is still delicious. Cock head still between lips, heat burning in his stomach and an ache in his hips, Hongjoong is content in that moment, putting on quite the pathetic show, still dressed in the tight confines of his leather pants that cling to the sweat dewing on his thighs, and the precum dampening the skin of his hip and navel.
“Fu-uck…” Seonghwa sighs out, the slick sound of hand against cock once more catching Hongjoong’s attention, and he blinks back his focus to the other’s member still prodding between his lips, the rest fisted tightly in Seonghwa’s own hand as he jerks himself off to the sight of Hongjoong mindlessly rutting against his foot.
What was it Seonghwa had said before?
Bitch in heat?
Yeah… That sounded about right - Gone was the snark of the head-strong boy in the blue light, Seonghwa really was molding him into his very own personal-
“Pretty little whore…”
Hongjoong’s breath hitches as Seonghwa’s dick is thrust straight into his throat again with no warning, just to hold there until he was gagging, choking, his body trembling with his need to breathe, hips pressed straight into the heel of the boot pressing against his crotch. His hands escape the ground, raising to press desperately into the material still covering Seonghwa’s thigh. His eyes are pleading, but he doesn't try and pull away, doesn't dare push Seonghwa off because the pain is addicting, and he isn't quite ready to take back the dominance of the situation. Once more oxygen fills his lungs and everything is released from Hongjoong like the tension in a rubber band - Seonghwa moves his foot away from Hongjoong’s own desperate cock, he moves his warm body away from Hongjoong’s huddled figure, he pulls his cock from Hongjoong mouth, and a low groan leaves his lips. Hongjoong moans with him, torso only held up by the fist in his hair, coughing and retching, momentarily fearing he’d bring up the fluid forced down his throat, as warm cum is pumped across his cheek, some landing on his lips, inside his mouth, a little clinging to the lines of his long eyelashes. And as he blinks away the feeling of tack, he catches a brief glimpse of Seonghwa with his head back, revealing the beautifully straight line of his throat as he groans out, pumping out the last remaining strings of cum straight onto Hongjoong’s face.
And then he is released, and the boy ragdolls.
Rubber band snapping after being pulled taunt.
He falls forward, again catching his hands on the dirt of the alley floor, the harsh rock under his fingers beginning to rub the soft tan skin of his palms raw. but as oxygen soothes his lungs, Hongjoong calms, body shuddering with the arousal in his pants and the adrenaline in his muscles, and the feeling of cum dribbling down the skin of his face and jaw.
He can hear Seonghwa panting, the noise occasionally flurried with a quick burst of patronizing laughter as Hongjoong crumpled on the floor by his feet. Seonghwa composes himself, he straightens out his leather jacket, tucks himself into his pants once more, smug like the cat that got the cream, visibly proud of the mess he’d made out of Hongjoong so far.
“What do you say, baby?” Seonghwa asks with a mocking raise of an eyebrow.
What did Hongjoong say? He couldn't recall… What did Seonghwa want from him?
He wanted his body… right?
“Please…”
Before he could get another word out, Seonghwa is rolling his eyes, rocking back on his heels with a disappointed shake of his head, Hongjoong feels that deja vu sinking feeling in his heart. And although he is desperate to massage a needy palm over his cock, or rut embarrassingly into the floor, his body has chosen to freeze, like a fight or flight situation… And at that moment he finds he’s mildly afraid of the other - and that excites him.
“Fucken typical of a slut like you, thinking about yourself, you think begging is going to get you anywhere hmm?” Seonghwa spits cruelly, before he’s startling Hongjoong by crouching down on the balls of his feet, shoulders hunched like the raised hackles of an animal, gaze dark as he focuses it confidently on the wracked body of the smaller boy. He moves Hongjoong like a puppet, gripping his jaw hard to yank his head up, causing a stolen gasp to leave Hongjoong’s lips, his thighs instinctively spread a little further apart, the scrap of leather against concrete is deafening, and a desperate little sob chokes his lungs at the patronizing tilt of Seonghwa’s head. He so desperately wants to be relieved, and Seonghwa isn't helping the matter at all. “One more time baby, because you seem a little too cock dumb to use your poor stupid head right now: until I'm done with you, you belong to me. I don't give a shit about what you get out of this, your body is my pretty little fuck toy, yeah?”
“Y-yeah Seonghwa…” Hongjoong mumbles back, throat raw and grating from the thorough throat fucking he’d received prior.
“And so your pleasure isn't necessary in this engagement, yeah? Answer me pretty…”
“My Pleasure isn't necessary…” His words leave his mouth without him even really thinking about it, Seonghwa seems satisfied.
“And I let you hump my foot like a bitch, I didn't have to do that, right? So I’ll ask you again, what do you say?”
The fingers pinching his cheeks tighten further and Hongjoong whines into the pull of Seonghwa’s grasp on his face.
“Ffth’nk yuh Seonkhwaa” He manages to respond with the little movement he had of his jaw and cheeks.
It seems enough though, because Seonghwa’s patronizing smile quirks into something mean, his fingers press harder at the bone of his jaw to force his mouth open further, and he spits into it, possessive, claiming, before he lets go of Hongjoong’s face with a rough jerk of his palm that whips the smaller boy’s head to the side with a moderate amount of whiplash. His hands are grasping Hongjoong under the arms and he’s pulling him up to his feet once more. Hongjoong is thankful for Seonghwa’s steady grip because he’s pretty sure he wouldn't be able to stand on his own accord at this point.
As his body is pulled around, the grip from under his arms moves to the lace stitching on the side of his hips where hints of Hongjoong’s skin were smooth against the grit of dusty leather. Hongjoong gasps, the feeling of three fingers wriggling into the already tight confines of string against skin, and another hand curled around the collar of his shirt to push Hongjoong cheek first into the brick wall, and pull his hips out.
Hongjoong hiccups against the pain of the cold rough brick already beginning to scrape against the makeup on his cheek, soft gasps leaving his lips as he is manhandled, hands fisting against the wall to prop himself up further, only to turn his head to stare panicked at Seonghwa when all hands leave his body and Seonghwa is forcefully pulling the leather strap of his pants down, the tug so hard that it has Hongjoong wincing at the sound of tearing fabric and a couple of the lace ties on his thighs snap, giving the taller man enough room to present the globes of Hongjoong’s ass to the air.
Hongjoong attempts to reach out, cover himself from the cold on his hot skin, but his hands are pulled away again, silently, Seonghwa is quiet, and dauntingly gentle even as he presses Hongjoong’s palms back to the wall by his face. It’s a little intimidating how minor Seonghwa’s initial reaction is to undressing Hongjoong so slowly in such a feral way, which perfectly fits the role he was sliding into. But as soon as his hands are touching, Hongjoong cant help the quivering whine that leaves his lips. Maybe for a second he had almost convinced himself Seonghwa wasn't pleased with what he’d found under Hongjoong’s clothes. But the sudden rush of air that leaves Seonghwa’s lips, the fingers that grope each ass cheek, massaging the flesh so hard Hongjoong wouldn't be surprised if he left permanent prints, they all said otherwise.
It was like a calm in the middle of the storm, Seonghw says nothing, he seems mediated squeezing Hongjoong’s ass like a stress ball, playing with the flesh like a fidget toy, pushing the globes together, only to grasp them tightly in his fingers and pull them apart to appreciate the little pink pucker between them. Hongjoong’s head dips in the crook of his arm at the embarrassment of the whole situation, he can feel himself twitch against the cold outdoor breeze. It’s deathly quiet, aside from the very audible murmur of people inside the club and the janky base of shitty EDM club music that was played as filler between live acts.
But Hongjoong guesses it was only a matter of time before he is dragged back to Seonghwa; this time he hears it before he feels it, the sound of palm meeting flesh, and then the burning pain of contact, and Hongjoong’s knees are buckling, his pathetic attempt at keeping himself upright for Seonghwa has his chest pressed to the wall and his ass pushed out, legs parting further.
“Shit, I could stare at this all day, I should really take a picture to remember it, hmm? Pretty whore going commando, don't lie to me Hongjoong, you were preparing to be fucked tonight, weren't you? You love to be seen, crave it even. Could cum in your pants just being watched…” Seonghwa chuckles behind him, gravelly voice dark with satisfaction, hand smacking hard over the mark he’d made to grip the rosying flesh once more, squeezing with an effortless grip just to hear Hongjoong whine and squirm, and to feel him press into the touch needily. “Really, look at you, all bark no bite. Act like you’re gonna make this difficult for me, but once I get a cock down your throat you’re desperate for me to bend you over, with your fat fucken ass presented like a pretty little gift… well… it might just be the only thing not little about you, pretty boy.” Another harsh slap stings against the other cheek.
Hongjoong cries out into the crook of his arm, wiggling his hips in the most enticing way he can, because, shit, Seonghwa is right, so so right, he’s read him like a book and Hongjoong cant help the horny little quiver that wracks his body. At this point he can feel the precum in his pants stick and slick to the inside of the leather, dribbling pathetically down his thigh in little streams. . “Ye-eah…” He breaths out between choked little whimpers, Seonghwa’s massages and toying beginning to become sore the more he spanked at the raw flesh, purely to watch it jiggle. “... Wanted - ah! - Wanted to be fucked so bad, get so horny perfo-for- oh - forming on stage, love having control taken away from me…” He chokes out another sob, this time of relief, as Seonghwa shimmies Hongjoong’s pants down just a little further so they rest perfectly over the meat of Hongjoong’s thighs, the extra room enabling his cock to free from the tight confines. And although the cold air is sharp against his burning skin, anything is better than the trapped rubbing of uncomfortably soaked leather.
The scoff that leaves Seonghwa’s lips has Hongjoong squinting, a pathetic disappointed mewl leaving him at the degrading noise, and the harsh spit of “fucking disgusting… Someone really gotta keep you locked inside, Joongie baby, you really are more pathetic than I thought…” He continues talking, but Hongjoong isn't paying attention, he really should be listening, especially with the strict sadistic tendencies Seonghwa possessed when things didn't go his way, but he’s shaking and he’s excited, and Seonghwa is pulling Hongjoong’s asscheeks apart again to press a finger against his rim once more, pushing so that the pucker loosens around the tip of the digit, before a cold glob of spit smacks against the alley of his ass cheeks, rolling down to catch and split around Seonghwa’s finger, before its pushed past the tight furl of Hongjoong’s hole, and Hongjoong cries, again he feels tears hazing his eyes, his hand attempting to grab Seonghwa’s wrist behind him once more, before he decides better of it to interfere with Seonghwa’s playing and he smacks his hand pathetically into the wall, the force of the movement tantrum-like that he can't stop Seonghwa when he halts his finger to only the first knuckle inside of Hongjoong. “... Careful baby, keep those hands to yourself, wouldn't wanna punish you…” He warns in that dark chocolatey cadence once more, the one that has Hongjoong’s full body shuddering.
Thankfully, Seonghwa seems just as impatient to open Hongjoong up as the latter is, however, as he’s pushing his finger into Hongjoong’s hole, ignoring the smaller boy’s whines of complaint at the ache of the stretch, in the same rushed and overly unkind manner he’d shoved his cock down Hongjoong’s throat prior.
Seonghwa has nice long fingers though, longer than Hongjoong’s, thicker too, and they have been permanently gripped in his hair since they entered the little alleyway, he much more prefers them inside himself though.
“God, are you crying again?” Seonghwa questions with a condescending huff, Hongjoong’s sobs getting louder, sniffy into the brick of the wall. “Suck a fucking crybaby… That noise is pissing me off!” He growls, pressing the pad of another finger to his rim to stroke at the soft skin there, before pushing in with the other, just to listen to Hongjong’s aforementioned sobs grow louder and more desperate, sobs morphing with the sweet little ‘ah-ah-ahs’ that leave his lips with each harsh thrust of his fingers.
He spits against his fingers once more to press the glob of viscous liquid inside Hongjoong as an alternative to the lube neither of them have on them.
“S’ hurts… Seonghwa, it hurts…” Hongjoong cries out, shivering against the taller boy as his third finger presses impatiently against his rim as the other two had, and with a little more force than necessary, his finger is pushed inside with the final give of Hongjoong’s greedy hole.
“Shut the fuck up-” Seonghwa hisses between his teeth, leaning in while his fingers push into Hongjoong to the hilt, his warm breath ghosting over the back of Hongjoong’s ear, and when he moves forward, teeth catch the lobe to tug teasingly at the rosy pierced flesh. “- You love it.” The words are whispered and they rattle around Hongjoong’s head like a mantra, cos shit… Seonghwa wasn't wrong. His cock was so hard it was leaking like a faucet into the pavement below, he was sure a single stroke of a finger under his head could have him cumming - he was pretty sure that's why Seonghwa had avoided his prostate at all costs so far, not that Hongjoong minded all too much: Seonghwa had reminded Hongjoong again and again, this wasn't about his pleasure.
Though the edging was nevertheless humiliating and harsh, and those fingers that pump at a lethargic and bored pace spread once more so Seonghwa can enjoy the view of Hongjoong’s spit-soaked rim stretching open over his digits, before they pull out.
Hongjoong almost begs to be turned around so he can see him as he hears the brush of Seonghwa pulling his pants down once more, flier still undone from the blowjob, pants having been pulled up just enough to be discrete, but never an inconvenience. Seonghwa had known he’d be using his cock again, especially when Hongjoong’s ass came into play with their little game. The most fuckable little hole hidden between the roundest of asses on the tiniest of little bodies; Hongjoong was made to be bent over and fucked rough and hard like a toy - at this moment in time he could probably ask Hongjoong and Hongjoong would agree with him on that matter.
“Please…” Hongjoong barely breathes out in a half-hearted attempt to plea, the feeling of Seonghwa slapping his wet cock against Hongjoong’s hole, allowing the head to rest there as he thrusts slowly between his cheeks, hands on either globe to squish them on either side of his shaft. He completely ignores Hongjoong, hands rubbing into flesh as he continues to rut and stroke, his palms finally gliding past the small of Hongjoong’s back to stroke mindlessly at the undiscovered skin under his shirt. If Hongjoong was in any other mindset, he would have been skeptical of the kind gesture, but he is cock dumb, and floating a little, and the extra contact has him humming satisfied into the brick of the wall, not even bothering to wipe his lips of the excess saliva he struggles to keep in his lips with all his open mouth moans and squeals.
Just then, one of those hands soothing along his spine is twisting, catching his shirt and knotting it into a tight line for Seonghwa to hold onto. He gives it an experimental tug, jolting Hongjoong back so his cock slides up the valley of his ass, hitting the bottom of his spine, before releasing Hongjoong so he smacks rather pathetically back into the wall. It’s just then Hongjoong realizes Seonghwa has essentially made him a harness, something to use to bounce Hongjoong on his cock while he is subdued and pliant, and this little realization has the smaller man pawing at the wall desperately, rolling his hips in (what he hopes is) enticing little circles to massage the shaft of Seonghwa’s once more hard cock against his rim. The contact isn't enough to be satisfying, but the audibly affected sigh that Seonghwa exhales is more than enough to have Hongjoong’s cock dribbling a line of precum between his knees. “... Please…” He tries again “... Want you to use me Hwa, fuck me hard against the wall, please…”
“Yeah?” Seonghwa mutters out, voice a little distant as his hips continue to work against Hongjoong’s ass - but Hongjoong knows the little whimpers and pleas are getting to him if the occasional twitch of his shaft is anything to go by. “What do I get out of using your hole hmm? I'm pretty content with fucking your ass like this, cum all over your back, mark you up pretty…”
“N-no..” Hongjoong whines, standing on his tippy toes as Seonghwa ruts up a little too high for Hongjoong’s own personal preference. “I-i’ll… I’ll let you cum in me… N I’ll perform later... On stage… nice n full… ‘f Seonghwa, imma be yours for the night, just yours, please…”
Oh…
What an intriguing idea…
Seonghwa hums, smacking his cock against Hongjoong’s hole just to watch the boy jerk and writhe in needy desperation, prolonging his suffering with dramatized contemplation. “Hmm, I think I’ll take you up on that… You’re clean, yeah?”
All he needs is an adamant nod from the other, one that comes a little too quickly in Hongjoong’s desperation, lip drooped, eyes wide. Who could say no to a face like that?
“At this rate, I think you should be paying me for my service, don't you think baby?” Seonghwa chuckles with an amused shake of his head, before his hand is gripping tightly in Hongjoong’s shirt and he’s holding him a centimeter or so from the wall, the pull having Hongjoong’s back arched further, legs wobbling now he no longer has the comfort of cool brick on his chest and cheek. A sharp inhale wracks Hongjoong’s body, because Seonghwa isn't about to gift him with his cock, no, from what little Hongjoong has learned about the other man, that large thing was about to be stuffed right up his ass with little more prep than the spit-soaked fingers Seonghwa had massaged him with before. And as if to prove his point, the head of Seonghwa’s cock is pressed to his hole, precum dribbling down the slit into the clench and unclench of Hongjoong’s rim, and the small dribble of the liquid has the smaller man shudder, hands grappling to hold himself up in preparation for Seonghwa to release his shirt and send him toppling forward.
Then the head of Seonghwa’s cock is pushing in, practically popping past the furl of Hongjoong’s tight hole with little warning, there is no warning for the pain of the stretch that comes with it either, a stretch that aches so good, right down Hongjoong’s legs, through the synapse of his nerves up to his shoulder blades, tormenting his body with another series of uncontrollable shudders and a breathless cry that Hongjoong has no way of hiding behind his arm or the wall Seonghwa is keeping him away from.
There is a twitch in Hongjoong’s cock at the low roll of a hum behind him, a pleasant sound of Seonghwa toying with Hongjoong’s hole like his own personal fuck toy - though that wouldn't be far off. He isn't fucking into Hongjoong so much as he is watching the smaller boy’s rim stretch and squeeze around his cock head, pulling it out to the tip to watch it open up invitingly over the first few inches once more. And it’s agonizing for the poor smaller boy, to be so close yet so far, but feel so compelled to be compliant. He has to bite his lip to stop himself from begging once more, holding in choked sniffles and mewls threatening to tumble from his mouth. It seems to reach Seonghwa however, because he’s paused in his leisurely rutting, cockhead warm in Hongjoong’s hole. “So, so impatient… ” He tuts, snarkish, patronizing, but Hongjoong barely cares anymore that Seonghwa is clearly making fun of him.
“Y-yeah… It… It just hurts so much, sorry… I'm so sorry Seonghwa, I don't mean to be, please ignore me…” He whimpers out.
“Shit… you really are more pathetic than I thought Hongjoong, it’s fucking embarrassing… “ And then he’s pushing in, and it’s exquisite, so worth the pain, and the ridiculing words, and the degradation, because Seonghwa is big, and he fills Hongjoong so well, and Hongjoong can't help how he contorts, can't help how he thrusts himself back impatiently to get Seonghwa to fill him up quicker, can't help that when Seonghwa’s cock pushes in with such force it presses harshly into his prostate and his body shakes, he cries out, bending pathetically to keep Seonghwa’s cock head pressed in that desired delicious spot, and his vision blanks momentarily as he cums over the brick wall, all over his own shirt covered stomach. He cums so hard that his hole desperately tightens around Seonghwa’s cock to keep him inside, causing the taller boy to falter with a surprised grunt. His grip on Hongjoong’s shirt loosens and Hongjoong pummels face first with a bruising thud into the wall, Seonghwa holding them both up with his hips locked to Hongjoong’s, flushed to his ass, and his forearms resting on either side of Hongjoong’s head.
“Shit, did you just cum?” Seonghwa pants out, attempting to recover from the tight hold on his cock by sliding his arms on the wall down Hongjoong’s shoulders, his chest, groping greedily at his pecs, down his side, to rest on his hips once more.
Hongjoong, however, only lets out an embarrassed whine, fine with his now bruised cheek hiding his face against the wall. “Im… im sorry…” He sobs, the tears falling thicker down his cheeks in his own shame, cock soft and wet between his legs, and Seonghwa still painfully hard inside him.
“Fucking disgusting… Dirty, dirty boy Hongjoong, such a pathetic little cock slut, ey?” Seonghwa breathes out, he’s quick to compose the two of them, pulling Hongjoong’s hips out again, deciding instead to grasp the other by the hair in one hand, and the front of his thigh in the other. “You’ll be pleased to know you’ll be warming me till I fill you up, honey…” These are the last words snarled against Hongjoong’s ear as his hips rut forward with a hard thrust, one that has Hongjoong’s breath rattling from his lungs. His head is pulled back by his hair, ass kept still and fuckable by the grip on his thigh, his back pulled taut so his glazed eyes are forced up to the smoke-clad sky above, barely noticeable from the fumes of the city, beautiful but tainted, just like Seonghwa.
He fucks ass like he fucks face; fast, rough, with little caring for Hongjoong’s well-being. Hongjoong is basically bounced on his cock with how Seonghwa holds him, pulling the smaller boy’s hips to his cock to drive himself deeper into the other, listening pleasantly to the sharp and teary cries of the black-haired boy beneath him, whose moans are so loud Seonghwa wouldn't be surprised if patrons exiting the club out front could hear the sobs and needy pleas of Seonghwa’s name on Hongjoong’s lips.
“You sound fucked stupid, baby.” Seonghwa hisses as he leans into Hongjoong’s ear, hips still thrusting brutally into him, the hand on Hongjoong’s thigh holding Hongjoong so roughly he’s basically standing on his tippy toes to accommodate Seonghwa’s extra height. Seonghwa has to bend down just a fraction further than normal to mutter words to the other he could actually hear. “Listen to yourself-” Seonghwa mocks with a chuckle, before releasing a litany of mocking ‘ah, ah, ahs’ at a patronizing high pitch into the other boy’s ear.
Did he really sound that cock drunk?
He doesn't really have time to think about it, the noises leave his lips without him caring to mute them, all he cares about is Seonghwa’s cock twitching in his hole, the taller boy’s thrusts becoming ever so slightly clumsy, just like how they had done before he’d cum down his throat, fast pace slowing, but the brutality of his hips increasing just enough that every smack of Seonghwa’s hips against the plush cheeks of his ass are actually starting to hurt a little.
“So close, baby…” Seonghwa grits out, and Hongjoong responds to him with a pleased little sigh, batting his eyes closed as he simply enjoys the moment of Seonghwa thrusting into him, on purpose missing his prostate, Hongjoong’s cock is already hard again and bouncing against his abdomen with every kick of Seonghwa’s hips.
“Yesss.. Cum in me Hwa, mmm, please… Wanna be filled… ” Hongjoong rambles, the words slurring between gasps, and his final plea seems to be what finally drives Seonghwa over the edge. He doesn't moan as he cums, he downright growls, head falling to Hongjoong’s shoulder to clamp his teeth into the soft unmarked flesh there as his hips still, driven deep inside, and Hongjoong is stuck tight between the wall and the man behind him as his insides warm up from the liquid pleasure being pumped into him with twitch after twitch of Seonghwa’s cock. He continues to massage himself in and out of Hongjoong in short little ruts, until he considers himself done, and he pulls out, wiping his lip of the saliva that’s dribbled down his chin as he’d mindlessly sunk his teeth into Hongjoong’s skin.
For a moment, Hongjoong thinks Seonghwa is going to let him collapse against the ground, let him crumple there with his pants still around his thighs and cum dripping lewdly from his ass; he’d said something about taking a picture earlier after all, and Hongjoong would be more then happy for their little endeavor to be remembered like this by Seonghwa, heck, he wasn't sure if he’d even ever see him again.
But Seonghwa once more exceeds Hongjoong’s expectations. He grasps him by the shoulders, turns him around with the same impatience of his libido before fucking two orgasms into the smaller man, shoving said boy back against the wall and plunging in to kiss him hard against the lips, completely discarding Hongjoong’s prior kissing rule.
But Hongjoong whines, not finding it in himself to care because it feels so fucking nice to be touched like this: the feeling of Seonghwa’s tongue licking desperately at his bottom lip has him opening his mouth and enabling the other to kiss him with a little more tooth then lips, his tongue surprisingly long as it licks at the back of Hongjoong’s teeth, brushes along his palette. It’s heathenishly dirty, just like everything else Seonghwa does, just like Hongjoong right now, maybe even a little desperate if Hongjoong was searching for words to describe the way Seonghwa pushes against him with vigor. And Hongjoong can't help it if his head tilts up just a fraction to allow him to explore further. Though their kiss seems to not be the only reason for their closeness, because Seonghwa’s thigh is being pushed between Hongjoong’s legs, and two sturdy hands are pushing him down by the shoulders to press against it, making Hongjoong whine into Seonghwa’s mouth.
Hongjoong pulls away with a mildly confused squint of his brow, but Seonghwa only answers with a satisfied little smile, oddly gentle as he takes Hongjoong’s hands that have found comfort in holding Seonghwa’s chest, and grips his wrists within the confines of one of his large palms, trapping them above Hongjoong’s head as he leans in to give him one more sultry peck against the corner of his lips.
“Such a good, pretty whore…” He breathes out, resulting in a flushed choke from the boy beneath him - it somehow felt more genuine when he said it staring into Hongjoong’s dark eyes at the same time with an unfocused post-orgasmic haze. “- You let me use you so good, baby. So you gonna cum for me yeah?” And as if to silently instruct Hongjoong, he presses his thigh against Hongjoong’s cock once more and watches with a pleased grin when the other gasps out, and his cock dribbled an aroused valley of precum against Seonghwa’s jeans. “Wanna watch you cum on my thigh baby.”
Who is Hongjoong to disobey that?
He lets out a sharp whine, his cheeks feeling tacky and damp from the mixture of his own tears, Seonghwa’s dry cum, and the little scratches and grazes that have been etched into his skin from the brick. But it’s nothing that could take away from the way Seonghwa’s thigh flexes into Hongjoong’s own personal perch, chest arching from the wall as he throws his head back as far as he can, once more knocking his skull against the brick with a wince as he fucks down onto Seonghwas thigh with exhausted little pants, thankful for Seonghwa’s other hand holding his hip to guide him into lazy grinds against the jean burning at his sensitive skin.
“F-fuck…” Hongjoong mutters, feeling himself get closer and closer as he desperately presses himself into Seonghwa.
“That's it, baby, use me just like that…” Seonghwa groans, the lazy smirk on his face showing just how much he was enjoying the show.
The last string that has Hongjoong breaking is when he ruts his hips back and a cold unfamiliar wetness seeps across the underside of his cock, only for him to realize it’s Seonghwa’s own cum that has leaked from his hole, staining the man’s thigh that he is using to get himself off on. His throat is too raw from the night to let out a moan as pleasure finally burns in his gut and he’s cumming across the man’s leg, across the belt of his pants, a small dribble staining the bottom of Seonghwa’s until-now clean leather jacket. The only sound that leaves Hongjoong’s lips is a pathetic little sigh, eyes fluttering closed as Seonghwa grinds his thigh into Hongjoong harder to milk him of every last drop of his orgasm before Hongjoong is whining at the overstimulation, and the man is pulling away to allow Hongjoong to slide down the wall to his knees.
They are quiet for a moment, Hongjoong panting on the floor, still indiscrete from the pelvis down, still dribbling cum over himself from the amount Seonghwa had pumped into his ass, still raw and filthy, and fucked out. While Seonghwa stands above him fixing himself up, letting out a disgusted little huff as he tries to wipe the dampness from his trousers and jacket.
“You good?” He asks the other, voice low with a gentle concern that Hongjoong is somewhat grateful for as he bends down a little. “Hongjoong?” He asks again, tilting his head to catch the smaller man’s eyes, before he is answered with a shy nod of a head.
Seonghwa sighs in relief, hand raising to brush along Hongjoong’s shoulder, just where he’d bitten him earlier. “Gotta get up, baby.” He mutters, rubbing circles into the tight muscle on Hongjoong’s back. And the sheer juxtaposition of this Seonghwa to the one that’d just fucked two orgasms out of him in the back alley to an underground club in Yongsan, is almost startling. Hongjoong blinks up at him, and judging by the way Seonghwa is grinning lopsidedly, Hongjoong is most likely squinting confused eyes at the other.
“Gotta clean you up, you said you are performing tonight, right? Your throat will be ok for that, yeah?”
Hongjoong can't help how he opens his mouth dumbly, weirdly softened by how considerate Seonghwa is suddenly being when he helps Hongjoong to his feet, pulls his pants up and holds his shoulder to keep him walking straight as they sneak through the back entrance of the club together.
And to think, Hongjoong was readying himself for scolding the other for their kiss, he realizes he really wouldn't mind another one if Seonghwa was this gentle post-sex…
Hongjoong can't help but giggle a little at how they trip over each other’s feet, Seonghwa’s own melodic cackles catching his ear as they push their way into the men’s bathroom. The base of the music is now so loud Hongjoong has to raise his voice slightly to talk to the other, and Seonghwa leans in a little to hear him. There is a slight husk to Hongjoong’s words from the rawness of his throat, an ache he doesn't expect to go any time soon. It’s a worry for later though, because Seonghwa is taking him by the hips and picking him up to sit him on the sink counter. He misses the way Hongjoong winces at the wetness pressed into his ass and the cold cum stains in his pants, but he’s busying himself piling tissues into his hand from one of the bathroom stalls, and moving back to dampen them and clean off Hongjoong’s face. He takes his time wiping along the curves on his cheeks, and the bridge of his nose, Hongjoong’s makeup has long since dipped and Seonghwa makes his best efforts not to smudge dark lines across his face from the smokey eyeshadow on top of Hongjoong’s lids.
It’s strangely comfortable, a little awkward, but Hongjoong is alright with the aftercare as Seonghwa takes a step back to look Hongjoong up and down, and shakes his head in dejection, before tapping Hongjoong to lift his arms over his head, and pulls his shirt up off his body, revealing miles of smooth unmarked skin. Hongjoong is, first and foremost, a pretty boy, he's tiny, and curvy, a little feminine but the muscle on his chest and shoulders are anything but. The small pleased smile on Seonghwa’s lips indicates just how much he likes it, and he can't help but lean in to peck another kiss on the boy’s lips.
Hongjoong, thankfully, lets him.
“I can't let you go out in your shirt… sorry, I kinda ruined it-” Seonghwa mutters sheepishly, before he’s pulling off his leather jacket and cupping it over Hongjoong’s shoulders. Hongjoong blinks curiously up at him, his fingers brushing Seonghwa’s as he raises his hands to hold the article against his cooling skin. “-I’ll let you borrow this for now, and I’ll pay for the shirt… A-and your pants are kinda fucked, but I think you’ll be ok to go out in them for tonight, they aren't showing anything off, they look ok… Uh… oh!” The perk in Seonghwa’s voice is weirdly charming, he’s back to being shy and flustered, but this time Hongjoong finds he doesn't mind all too much, it’s almost cute, the way Seonghwa shoves his hand in his pocket to pull out a wad of cash, and fists it into Hongjoong’s hand. “Uh… thanks…” He grimaces, blinking down at the ground.
A small huff leaves Hongjoong’s lips and he leans forward to knock his fist against Seonghwa’s shoulder, before he stands, pulling on the sleeves of the taller man’s jacket that balloons him a little with the slight size difference between the two. “Don't mention it, thanks for the cash, I could really do with a soda before I perform, you’ll watch me? Won't you Hwa?” Hongjoong grins, trying his hardest not to wobble as he finds his footing.
Seonghwa does end up watching Hongjoong perform, and Hongjoong dominates the room in a way Seonghwa couldn't even imagine dominating the other. He’s charismatic, a diamond in the rough dingy light of the club, beat harsh, but Hongjoong’s cadence is harder. And although he limps a little after every energetic jump, or winces when he raps a particularly fast and harsh verse, he’s mesmerizing, almost as mesmerizing as the pliant boy that’d presented himself to Seonghwa and let him mold his body like putty in his hands. It’s Hongjoong’s turn to twist the gears, and he curls his audience in the seductive grasp of his voice, Seonghwa’s leather jacket is the only item of clothing covering his torso, occasionally he twists his body and a slither of pale skin is visible in the neon blue light of the stage. The boy in the blue light giggles, a mischievous sound as he continues waxing melodies.
Hongjoong truly is beautiful.
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Hongjoong doesn't get Seonghwa’s number, but he sees him two weeks later by chance. It feels almost like deja vu, Hongjoong outside the club, cigarette between lips, and a familiar figure leaning by the door of the club entrance. Their eyes meet, and Hongjoong smiles, hands stuffed into that same leather jacket he’d stolen from the other that night they first met.
When Seonghwa approaches and presses a wad of cash into Hongjoong’s palm, the shorter boy raises a judging eyebrow.
“This was your rate, right? One hundred thousand won, fifty thousand extra if it’s less than par?”
Hongjoong can't help the giggle that escapes his lips. He presses his hand closed around the cash and pockets it in Seonghwa’s jacket, before grasping the other man by the hand. “Come with me then…”