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Seonghwa had just arrived at his hotel room after attending the new Isabel Marant fashion show, feeling exhaustion beginning to weigh over him due to the excessive amount of forced smiles and social interactions. It was such a lovely event, and he was so happy to finally achieve his dream, but everyone had a social battery, and he tended to run out a bit faster than others. Don’t get him wrong, he loved what he was doing and nothing thrilled him more than being able to represent the brand, but being without his members was always nerve-wracking, swaying his excitement ever so slightly; always being just enough to throw him off his equilibrium.
Seonghwa decided calling one of his members would be the best thing for him right now, eagerly wanting to share his experience at the show but also desperately wanting to wind down and talk about the rest of his day.
He thought of dialing Jongho first, but he remembered him complaining a while back of some neck pain and that he would try to sleep more early to get a bit more rest.
Jongho was out of the question, then.
Seonghwa then thought of calling Wooyoung, but he wasn’t sure if his type of energy was what he needed right now. It would probably be better to call him in the morning.
There was one other person who would be up right now, that Seonghwa felt the overwhelming urge to talk to.
Unlocking his phone once again, he scrolled through his contacts and found his name.
If he were to be completely honest, he only ever wanted to hear Hongjoong’s thoughts and opinions on his achievements. It’s not that he didn’t care about what the other members had to say, he just had a strange overwhelming desire to know what exactly Hongjoong thought of him–somewhere deep down he knew he wanted a certain kind of validation from their captain, and he wasn’t really sure what that meant, or why he wanted it, but he would do practically anything to get it from him.
It was like this since the very beginning– always looking for him in the mirror after he finished his part in the choreography even though Hongjoong wasn’t in charge of their dance line, always asking him if his voice sounded okay when he sang a line in the recording booth, or even asking to stay behind just a little longer so he could practice dancing with him and him only. Hongjoong’s words always had a special impact on him, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t try a little harder to get something out of him specifically. He also loved being able to praise and compliment him under the guise of being a good bandmate. Because that’s what he was, right?
Having already made his decision, he dials Hongjoong’s number.
The phone rings a few times before going straight to voicemail. Seonghwa sends a quick text, hoping Hongjoong would somehow see it and immediately call him back.
Seonghwa
Answer, please :(?
A few minutes pass before his phone is vibrating, and he nearly pounces on his bed to check the notification.
Hongjoongie
i’ll call you right now, sorry. was working in the studio i rented.
No more than three seconds pass before the phone rings and Hongjoong’s contact picture is lighting up the screen.
Seonghwa smiles. That was fast.
“Hello?” Seonghwa gulped. He’d been wanting to hear his voice for a while now, and the leftover adrenaline from the show was making it particularly hard to stay composed at the mere thought of hearing him. He knew he would feel instant relief and euphoria the second he spoke. Nobody could ever make him feel as content and relaxed the way Kim Hongjoong did.
But of course, he would never tell anyone that.
“Hi Seonghwa,” Hongjoong says, voice slightly hoarse.
He was definitely napping in his studio, how cute.
“Hongjoong-ah, were you sleeping?” He adds, feeling a small pang of guilt at the thought of possibly waking the other up.
“Mmm, yeah, but I was going to call you after the show anyway. I’m back at the hotel now, since that studio’s couch sucked. How was it? Did you have fun?” Hongjoong asked, slightly raising his voice as he momentarily moved away from the phone down to get up and wash his face.
“I had so much fun! Did you see my pictures? There’s a lot all over the internet.” He asked, gently chewing on his bottom lip.
Hongjoong replied with a light laugh. “What do you think, Seonghwa? I woke up not too long ago.”
Feeling both embarrassed and flustered, Seonghwa buried his face into his hands. “Sorry, I forgot.”
“Don’t be sorry, I’m sure you looked better than everyone,” Hongjoong replied, a proud, lazy smile evident in his voice.
“I’m not– Wait, what?” Seonghwa shot up from his sitting position on the bed, staring at his phone in pure shock. He hadn’t expected to hear that sentence come out of his captain’s mouth towards him. Ever.
“Why do you sound so surprised?” The captain asks, voice smooth and low.
Seonghwa had to have been dreaming. He would have been able to handle a compliment like this just fine under different circumstances, maybe if it was another member– like Wooyoung, but something about this felt a lot more intimate than the usual light hearted comments he would say in front of the others. Like he really wanted him to know. Hongjoong’s voice lacked the sarcastic, playful tone he often had when teasing him and Seonghwa quite literally didn’t know what to do with himself after making that realization.
Seonghwa finds himself unable to respond, and he’s starting to feel a bit embarrassed and now he has to sa-
Hongjoong speaks again, clearing his throat and interrupting the static in Seonghwas brain.
“ Oh , I am seeing all of the pictures now. You looked incredible, Seonghwa. I knew you would. How was it meeting Isabel herself?”
The words he’s been wanting to hear seemingly snap him out of whatever trance he was in and remind him to respond. He decides the second question wasn’t as important and focuses on the first half of that sentence.
“Really? I mean it was fine, she’s very sweet, but what did you like about me? I- I mean like, about my outfit,” Seonghwa corrects himself, feeling his cheeks burning up.
“Well, if you were to ask me, everything. I think the dress perfectly accentuated your figure. It’s almost as if you were meant to wear it, you know? And the necklace compliments your elegant shoulders and collarbones flawlessly. Your hair and makeup also looked beautiful.”
Seonghwa swallowed. “That’s not necessarily what you liked about just my outfit, though,” He added, voice sounding weaker than he anticipated.
“That’s true, I guess your body is the main accessory here, isn’t it?” Hongjoong chuckled.
Seonghwa nearly groaned out loud at the man’s words and quickly covered his mouth before anything could come out. His ability to say the most simple things that drove Seonghwa crazy was infuriating. You would think he had just said the filthiest words known to man, but it was a few sentences that already had him feeling just the right amount of overwhelmed.
Seonghwa wasn’t sure he would make it out of this phone call alive.
“Why do you think it’s centered around my body, anyway?” Seonghwa responds with as much self control as he could muster up.
“I mean, I've always talked about how nice it was, haven’t I? Surely you've noticed. Even the others have.”
Hongjoong wasn’t lying. He would always take any opportunity to compliment Seonghwa’s figure. Whether it was during an interview they had to do as a group, or during their private practices, he’d be the first to mention how nice his body shape was. Seonghwa never thought of it as anything more than a compliment to his fellow bandmate, though. Not until right now.
If it didn’t feel like that type of compliment before, then what was making him feel like it was different in the moment? Seonghwa preferred to not think about it too much–diving too deep into that territory would prove to be a humbling experience in the end, anyway. It was never a good idea to indulge in his own delusions.
“I do know that, yes. It just feels a lot more serious this time, If that makes any sense?”
“Well, what makes you think I wasn’t being serious all the other times?” Hongjoong asked, a sudden playful shift evident in his voice.
Seonghwa was going to explode at this rate. He couldn’t tell if the captain was messing with him or not, and the constant switching between teasing and serious Hongjoong wasn’t helping either.
“Because you never told me that privately. It was always in front of the other members or in front of the cameras.” Seonghwa exhaled deeply, releasing a breath he didn’t know he was holding.
“And that suddenly makes my words untrue?” Hongjoong asked, sounding genuinely confused.
“Hongjoo- ugh, no , I mean it just feels more real now that you’re personally saying it to me. Especially because you never compliment me directly, you know?”
“And has that upset you? Like, me not telling you personally?”
Seonghwa drags his hands over his face and has to suppress a defeated groan from escaping his lips.
“What? No. I mean I don’t think so. Probably not,” he responds, finding his teeth nibbling on his lower lip for a second time– a habit he hadn’t formed until he met Hongjoong.
“It’s okay if it has. I would completely understand, actually.”
Why does he keep pushing it? He wanted to move on now, to talk about anything other than this– and Seonghwa probably would have even hung up by now if it weren’t for his embarrassingly strong desire to speak to the man right now, but deep down another part of him wanted to continue this conversation with Hongjoong just as much.
“Well I don’t know. Maybe it has. Why do you ask, are you going to make it up to me?” Seonghwa blurted out with newfound confidence, nearly regretting it and taking back everything he said but before he could do that, the captain responded.
“How could I make it up to you?” He asked, voice sounding significantly deeper than it sounded a few seconds ago.
Seonghwa swallowed dryly. This conversation was beginning to make him feel dizzy, and he silently wished he could get a look at what was happening in Hongjoong’s head right now; and if he was lucky, maybe even get to see the state he was in.
Was his heart racing? Was he holding his breath? Did he also want him just as badly as Seonghwa did?
“I don’t know.” He says flatly.
“Not even you believe that, Seonghwa.”
“Okay.” He paused to bite his nail and peel the layer that was starting to come off. “Make it up to me by complimenting me all the time. And not just in front of other people. Only where I can hear it.”
Seonghwa swore he heard a shaky exhale on the other end, but before he could decipher what he heard, his thoughts were interrupted by the now glowing display of his phone.
Incoming Video Call: Hongjoongie
Part of him wanted to decline, not entirely sure how or if he could handle seeing the other right now. The chances that he’d embarrass himself were embarrassingly high, and that wasn’t a risk he was willing to take.
“Well, are you going to accept it or not?” Hongjoong says, slightly impatient.
“I’m naked.” He blurts out, half attempting to tell the truth and also to put off looking at the man face to face for as long as possible until he could properly prepare himself. “And I haven’t showered”
The sudden noise of the captain’s loud laughter projected on the other end, followed by what sounded like a sniffle coming from the man. Seonghwa really wanted to know what was so funny about what he had just said.
Sporting a pout, he asks, “What are you laughing about?”
“It’s just cute, how you think I care whether you have showered or not. I’m pretty sure I’ve seen you sweaty and gross in a practice room or in the gym more times than I can count, so don’t be ridiculous. Now will you please accept the video call?”
Seonghwa’s entire body was burning by now. His cheeks were no doubt the main victims of the red blush spreading all over– but a small voice in the back of his mind told him he didn’t care if the man saw or not.
Seonghwa finally accepted the call and adjusted the camera to only show his upper half. His hair was still styled from tonight's show, and a bit sweaty at the roots due to the sudden twist in atmosphere during his and Hongjoong’s conversation. Seonghwa has had better days, but Hongjoong really wasn’t lying when he said he’d seen him in worse conditions so he didn’t really mind all that much in the end.
Letting out an exaggerated sigh, Seonghwa shrugged his shoulders. “Happy now?”
Hongjoong smiled and brought a hand up to rub his chin, eyes sparkling at the sight of a very nervous and tense Seonghwa on the other end of the phone. “There we go. Of course I am.”
“Why did you want to see me?”
He responded, suppressing a huff. “Am I not allowed to video call my members? When did you get so strict, Seonghwa?” He finished sounding half irritated, and half like he was trying to remain in control over their playful dynamic.
Seonghwa would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy purposely riling up the captain. The way his eyebrows furrowed and voice changed when he was teased was something he could witness for the rest of his life.
“Am I not allowed to ask a simple question? I think you’re being the strict one here, captain.” Seonghwa added. He loved being dramatic.
He swore he saw something in the other’s gaze darken, but it changed back to the playful glint in his eyes just as fast as it came. The sight made him swallow dryly.
“Alright, you win. But only because I’m letting you.” He added with a lazy grin.
If Seonghwa were to write down how many times Hongjoong had made his body tingle due to his facial expressions during this phone call, he’s sure he’d need to pull out a piece of paper the length of the Declaration of Independence. Every word and smile directed at him felt like a punch to the face. However, he didn’t want to lose this fight, not yet.
He responds with a knowing smile. “Mmm, sure.”
Hongjoong hummed in response, leaning in towards the screen slightly squinting, seemingly distracted as he tried to focus on whatever was behind Seonghwa.
“Are you trying to look into my hotel room? You could have just asked me, you know.” Seonghwa playfully scoffed and picked up the phone, walking towards the bathroom while flipping the camera and positioning it so that the room was in full view.
“-There’s this bathroom here, and it’s so nice. Are you seeing this vanity mirror? It’s perfect for doing my makeu-”
“Can you go back to the bedroom? I wanted to see something.” Hongjoong interrupted, voice significantly quieter.
“Uh, sure.”
Seonghwa didn’t notice the heavy laundry basket he had momentarily placed on the middle of the floor a few minutes after he got back to the hotel as he walked back, running into it and tripping over the handles, causing his phone to slip out of his hands and land on the floor.
“Oww, I stubbed my toe” He whined.
“Ah, so it is that.” Hongjoong says in a bout of realization.
Seonghwa paused his self soothing massage on his foot to stare at his phone facing upright on the floor.
“What?”
Hongjoong pointed at the screen and motioned towards Seonghwa. “The ceiling, there’s a mirror on it.”
Seonghwa purses his lips. “Oh yeah, I noticed it when I first walked in. It’d be perfect for taking a bunch of selfies.”
“Right, but do you know what they are most commonly used for?” Hongjoong interrupts, raising an eyebrow.
Seonghwa’s face flushes all over again, momentarily distracted by the excitement at being able to show off his fancy bathroom and take pictures in the mirror– but the implication behind Hongjoong’s words immediately brings him back to the present, fully processing what he just asked him.
“I- uh, yes, I think.” Seonghwa says, clearing his throat.
Hongjoong suppresses a smile.
“What are they for then?” He asks again, this time a bit more demanding, like he wanted Seonghwa to say it out right.
Seonghwa whines and hides his face, deciding it’d be easier to say if he wasn’t looking at his bandmate as he spoke his next words– “The mirrors, they’re like for sex and stuff, aren't they?” He quickly adds, body tensing when he looks back only to find Hongjoong staring back at him with an unreadable look in his eyes.
“Yeah, they are.” The captain adjusts his camera so that more of his lower body is showing, and a slight sliver of his toned abdomen is exposed as he raises his arm to ruffle his hair. And fuck, the tattoo was on full display too. Nothing about the sight warranted innocent thoughts within Seonghwa.
“Why’d you ask me if I knew what they were for?” One part of Seonghwa genuinely wanted to know, but another part of him wanted to continue this conversation for as long as he could, immersing himself in the undeniable tension between them. This didn’t happen often, as they were always surrounded by staff and prying eyes, so maintaining this topic of discussion was his new goal for the night.
Sue him, he wanted good jerk off material for when they eventually would get off the phone.
“If I’m being honest, I was curious to know if you were as dirty minded as me,” He says nonchalantly. “And the fact that your immediate thought was that it was good for selfies, was super cute too. You’re so innocent.”
Seonghwa was sure his whole body was on fire at this rate, and he would feel inclined to throw himself in an ice cold bath if it weren’t for his bandmate who looked like the most pure, absolute image of sex right in front of him.
“Well, I’m not that dirty minded, but I do know what they are for. It’s not like I came here with anyone for that reason.” He adds, trying to maintain his composure.
“Oh, so if you came with someone, then would you have thought about it that way?” Hongjoong asks, sounding amused.
His face is burning now. “What? No, I just-”
Seonghwa was interrupted by the next words that came out of the captain’s mouth.
“What if you were talking to that person right now?”
His entire body runs cold. A mix of nervousness and arousal floods his senses, and he’s not quite sure he’s hearing this right. Is he implying he would have.. done things with him in the hotel?
“W-what do you mean?” He gulps, slightly moving his face out of frame as an attempt to maintain some sense of self-control.
Hongjoong moves a bit closer to the phone, licking his lips. “Like, for example, us right now. We’re talking, while you’re in this hotel room with a ceiling mirror intended for use during sex. Does your mind go somewhere it probably shouldn’t, knowing that fact?”
Seonghwa wishes Wooyoung was there to pinch him. Surely this couldn’t possibly be happening, not tonight .
“N-no! Well I mean it’s on my mind now that we’re talking about it, but I don’t have any strange thoughts,” He quickly added, feeling his face flush for what felt like the tenth time that night.
“That’s interesting, because it was all I thought about the second I saw it through your camera.” Hongjoong replies, sounding hoarse. His eyes were lidded, and his lower half was no longer in view. Seonghwa wondered when he moved his camera up so far.
“I- really? What exactly did you think about?” Seonghwa says, far too quiet.
Hongjoong kept switching from pure seduction in his voice to an irritating sense of calmness that was giving Seonghwa whiplash. “I thought about what you’d do once we hung up. If you had the same ideas I did.”
“W-what ideas did you have?” Seonghwa whispers, feeling lightheaded and slightly out of breath.
“That you’d touch yourself in the mirror, watching everything you did to your own body, maybe hoping someone else was there to help you. Am I correct?”
Seonghwa couldn’t respond. He hadn’t immediately thought of that, but he couldn’t deny it and say that he wasn’t dying to do that now. It was all he wanted to do at the very moment.
Before he could stop it, a small whimper escapes his lips, and he gasps in a half attempt to hide it but it was also due to the embarrassment at the fact he made such a lewd noise in front of his best friend. His bandmate. His captain. Was this something they were supposed to be doing? Were they allowed to speak to each other in this way?
“Hongjoong, I don’t think we shoul-”
“You don’t think we should what?” He quickly interrupts, determined gaze pointed straight into the camera.
“I j-just don’t think this is appropriate for us,” Seonghwa hid his face in his blanket, desperately trying to ignore the heat pooling in his lower half but nothing was working, not when Hongjoong was talking to him like this.
“Why? We aren’t doing anything wrong.” Hongjoong shifts so that his entire body is in frame again.
Seonghwa inhales a sharp breath.
“Let me help you, Seonghwa. I’ve been wanting to do this for a while.”
The words go straight to his dick and he suppresses another gasp at the dark gaze on Hongjoong’s face.
Seonghwa was a weak, weak man.
“Help me, then” He whispers.
Hongjoong visibly gulps, setting the phone down in front of him so his entire body is in view.
“Set your phone up. Make sure I can see all of you, in the same position I am.”
Seonghwa shivers at the commanding tone, nodding absentmindedly and shuffling his blankets around in order to create enough cushion to keep his phone upright.
“Okay. What now?” He asks, letting out a deep breath. He didn’t know how long he might have been holding it for.
“Do you have anything under that robe, Seonghwa?”
“No. I was going to shower after we hung up. I didn’t think we’d call for this long.” Seonghwa chews on his lip, trying to settle his nerves so he could listen to his orders properly. He gave up all control long ago.
“That’s perfect, then. Can you undo your robe for me?”
This was getting too real. He was about to have phone sex with his bandmate. Their captain. Kim Hongjoong. Could they come back from this? Would things ever be the same between them if he obeyed these instructions?
“Seonghwa. Are you okay? What’s on your mind?” He asks, noticing the internal turmoil in his thoughts. It wasn’t hard to tell that something was off with the elder.
“I just- I’m scared, Hongjoong. I want this so bad, I want you so bad, but I’m afraid of how things will be after this. Are you going to treat me differently?” Seonghwa whispered, voice cracking at his last words. “You’re not going to ignore me after, right?” He pleaded, eyes stinging with the urge to sob but he forced himself to hold back his tears. He couldn’t cry, not now.
“Of course not. I should have made sure this was completely okay with you before attempting to go further. I’m sorry, my star.”
The nickname makes Seonghwa want to cry harder, for some reason. He never fails to make him feel loved despite his worries.
“Nothing will change, I will treat you the same and I won’t let you think for a second I don’t want you the same way you want me. Because I do want you, Seonghwa. I’ve wanted you ever since we met as trainees.”
His breath hitches upon hearing his words. Did he really want him for just as long? Were his feelings being reciprocated?
“Do you just want me though? Or do you love me?” His voice was shaky, half in disbelief that Hongjoong had some feelings towards him and the other in anticipation of what’s to come next.
He watched Hongjoong exhale deeply on the other side. His eyes looked sad, like he could feel Seonghwa’s insecurities and anxiety through the phone. Maybe his feelings were strong enough for him to sense, and the thought made him feel vulnerable.
“I’ve loved you for a long time, Seonghwa, I just didn’t know what to do with any of it. I want you to know that now though. I don’t want to waste another second not attempting to have a chance with you.”
His breath hitches. Hongjoong loved him. He loved him back.
“Okay. I believe you. And I love you just as much, I always have. This is all a little surreal to me, because I never thought you would be someone I could have. I’m so happy, Hongjoong.”
His tears were freely falling now, having given up on holding back long ago. He never expected to find out that Hongjoong was also in love with him– much less through the phone, but they were here now and this was the reality.
“You’re so special to me, and I’m so glad you know that now. You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to be able to tell you this–to do these things with you.”
“Do what with me?” Seonghwa whispered, licking his lips. His tears dried as quickly as they came, feeling a familiar burning sensation in his lower abdomen.
“Seeing your body. Being able to touch you in any way I want.. although I can’t do that right now, You deserve to be worshipped all over.”
Seonghwa whimpers, crossing his legs to gain a bit of friction on the growing heat in between his legs. He was growing more impatient by the second.
“Can you show me how you’d do that? Please?” He says, barely above a whisper.
Hongjoong inhales sharply, his hair beginning to stick to his forehead. “God Seonghwa, you’re driving me crazy. Are you sure you want to do it like this?”
He was feeling awfully needy, deciding to dip his hand below his waistband and squeeze his thighs to relieve some tension. “You can always show me the real thing later, can’t you?”
“Fuck, yeah. Okay.”
“Hongjoong. Please. I need you.” He can’t stop whimpering, squirming and moving around knowing Hongjoong won’t be there to physically help him. He’ll have to settle for a screen and a voice, although it's miles better than Seonghwa’s wild imagination.
“I’m here baby, can you take your robe off for me now? Make sure you’re in frame. I wanna watch you undress yourself.”
Seonghwa nods and slowly unties the knot near his abdomen, pulling the loops away and revealing his bare lower half. He feels exposed and vulnerable like this, but he gets a certain thrill in showing himself like this to the other; knowing he wants to touch him just as badly as he does.
“Seonghwa. You’re more perfect than I could have ever imagined. Fuck.” Hongjoong’s hand is rubbing the area near his crotch, but not yet touching himself. He wanted to wait until he got Seonghwa exactly where he wanted him before he could fully satisfy that lingering feeling.
“W-what do you want me to do now? Please tell me, I want you right now, captain.”
Hongjoong groans at his words, finding it harder and harder to keep his hands to himself. Still, he was going to wait until Seonghwa was making a mess of himself just for him.
“Say that again. He adds.
“Captain? Mm, do you like when I c-call you that?” Seonghwa is fully touching himself now, eagerly waiting for the next instruction from his bandmate. Something about this was so thrilling, knowing he was doing this with the man he had grown with throughout all these years. The thought of how many fans have imagined him like this, falling apart in front of their captain began clouding his mind.
“Do you think our fans would enjoy seeing me like this? Needy just for you?” He asks, gasping when a bit of pre-cum leaks onto his hand, making the glide a bit smoother and more satisfying.
“Probably, but it’s too bad they will never see you like this. Nobody else will, except for me. Do you understand that, darling?” He adds, a slight growl present in his voice that wasn’t there before.
“Yes, captain.” He whimpers.
“Good. I know you’ve been touching yourself this whole time, but I’m asking you to stop now. Can you do that for me baby?”
“Mmf, why? It feels so good, listening to you talk to me like this while I touch myself.”
Hongjoong audibly swallows, fighting the urge to let him keep going. It was so hot watching him just like this, but he wanted to put the mirror to use. It was he had hoped for ever since he saw it at the beginning of their call.
“Lay down and look up, my love. I want you to see just how slutty you look for me right now.”
Seonghwa lets out a moan at his words, answering with a strained yes, hongjoong before he adjusts his body and slides down the mattress, head hitting the edge of his pillows and legs fully stretched out past the edge of the bed. The position was a bit uncomfortable, since there was no support for his long legs, but he figured he’d just fold them when Hongjoong asked him to. He had taken charge, after all.
“Jesus, Seonghwa. I can’t believe you’re in there all by yourself, looking like that. I’d make you feel so good, and you wouldn’t have to lift a finger.”
Seonghwa’s hand is urging to touch himself, to run them all over, to get any sort of relief, but he can’t. Not until he’s allowed to. He doesn’t exactly remember when Hongjoong began to lead, or when he became so submissive , but he wasn’t complaining. He’d been dreaming of the day Hongjoong dominated him, whether it was sexual or not. He had a thing for the soft, yet commanding side of him.
Yet all he could do was whimper, because no matter how badly he wanted Hongjoong to be there, he wouldn’t be.
“Can you tell me what to do now? Please?” Every second that passed was agonizingly slow, and he was slowly losing his patience.
“You’re so demanding, baby. But I’ll reward you. You’ve been so good and patient for me, this entire time.”
“I have?” He whispers, writhing on the bed, wanting so badly to touch, to be touched, but all he could do was wait.
Hongjoong laughed softly at the sight, taking pity on the poor boy. “Can you play with your nipples for me? And make sure you’re looking up. You’ll watch yourself do everything, okay darling?”
Gently nodding, he raises his hands towards his chest, feeling goosebumps rise all over, shivering when his cold fingers finally make contact with his neglected nipples. He grabs at one and twists it, all while looking directly at himself in the mirror above. He was a filthy sight, sweaty and disheveled, flushed pink all over while his bandmate was on the other end of the phone watching every single movement.
He moans at the friction, fighting the urge to close his legs again, because he would be so so close to pleasure, if only he could just move his legs together a little close-
“Don’t.” Hongjoong speaks, tone hard and commanding.
“M’ sorry, I’m just so needy.” He whines, continuing to pathetically rub and touch his chest, silently pleading and begging for more.
“You’ve been doing so good, baby. But now I want you to put your fingers in your mouth. Can you do that? Get them all nice and wet for me.”
“Mmf, y-yes I can,” Seonghwa removes his right hand from his nipple, now hard and puffy, and begins sucking on his index and middle fingers. He feels so dirty , doing this while watching himself, but he loves it. Hongjoong’s heavy breathing on the other end seemed to be enough proof that he loved it too.
Hongjoong gave up on holding back, having been thumbing at the slit in his cock at the sight of Seonghwa’s pink nipples hardening under his touch. Watching his beautiful untouched cock pathetically twitch awoke something in him, desperately wanting to be there and take care of his lover.
Seonghwa is fully sucking on his fingers now, urgently trying to keep his eyes from closing in order to be able to imagine Hongjoong’s cock better. His own fingers would be nothing compared to his long, heavy solid dick against his tongue. The thought only made him even dizzier, eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head. He couldn’t wait to see him and feel the real thing in his mouth.
“You’re so pretty like this, fuck baby,” Hongjoong breathes, eyebrows furrowing as he watched Seonghwa suck his fingers like his life depended on it.
“Just for you, Hongjoong. Only for you.” He whines around his mouth, momentarily taking his fingers out to catch his breath.
“You feeling okay, my love? Not too much?” Hongjoong pauses, prioritizing his comfort before anything else.
“Yes, I’m fine. Please, I just need you,” He was sweating, impatient, and feeling fuzzy all over. His cock had been neglected for too long, and he wanted nothing but to touch himself under Hongjoong’s command again.
“I had you suck on your fingers for a reason, you know. I want you to finger yourself for me. Think you can do that, too?” Hongjoong spoke those words so sweetly, saying the most filthy things in such a tender and loving way. It almost shouldn’t work, but since it’s him, anything could be done however he intended for it to happen. It’s Hongjoong, after all.
“Yes, fuck– you don’t know how many times I’ve fingered myself while thinking of you, I’ve been waiting for this for so long, Joongie”
Hongjoong curses under his breath, feeling his composure crack with every passing second.
“Seonghwa, you’re driving me crazy. Do you know how many times I’ve imagined you like that? Crying as you pumped your fingers into yourself, wishing it was me instead?”
Seonghwa felt like screaming. The anticipation was driving him insane, and he was ready to ignore all of his instructions so he could feel that pleasure he so desperately hoped for.
“Spit on your fingers. They had to have dried by now.”
Seonghwa gulps, pooling saliva in his mouth before he lets it drip lewdly onto his hand, dipping his tongue on his hand to catch the drop that nearly fell onto his blanket.
“Like this?” He asks, voice tinged with faux innocence.
“Yes, you’re doing so much better than I thought, darling. Such a good boy.”
Truthfully, Seonghwa was obeying everything in order to get his fingers inside, a hand on his cock, anything inside him as soon as possible, but his captain’s tone was enough to make him wetter with every passing moment, too.
“Now you can play with yourself however you want. Just make sure you’re not pushing yourself too hard, I can see you’ve grown impatient. You’re frustrated aren’t you, doll?”
“M’not frustrated, just so needy for you.”
Taking Hongjoong’s words into consideration, he dips his hand down his thigh and rubs himself, not taking his eyes off his own reflection, watching as his long, slender fingers caress his golden plush thighs.
He then moves further up, wrapping a hand around his hard, leaking cock and gives it a few pumps. Seonghwa moans at the glide, feeling his body tense and bringing him closer to his orgasm that has been slowly building for the past hour.
He reluctantly lets go of his cock, remembering that Hongjoong wanted to see him finger himself first, and slides his hand down his abdomen and towards his perfect hole.
He gasps when a finger finally touches his rim, squirming and squeezing around nothing as he waits for something to breach his entrance.
“Can I?” He says shakily, momentarily taking his eyes off the mirror and looking towards Hongjoong, who was slowly stroking himself, eyes lidded and hair sticking to his forehead, with his shirt pushed up to ever so slightly reveal his toned abdomen. The sight nearly made Seonghwa cum right then and there.
“Go ahead baby,” He exhales, biting his lip as he watches Seonghwa nod and push a finger into his hole.
He felt so tight and warm, sensation making him nearly tip over the edge with a single finger. It never felt this good when he was by himself in the shower, or in his room looking at pictures that fans shared of Hongjoong on his phone. This was all so filthy, but that turned him on even more.
He slowly pumped his finger in and out of himself, quickly adjusting to the size and already needing a second, so he pushed his middle finger in, gasping at the added stretch. His back arched off the mattress, and the sight of himself in the mirror–so pathetic and desperate, made him moan louder than usual, surprising himself. He had never viewed himself in such a manner before.
Seonghwa’s cock was leaking against his stomach as he pumped his two fingers into himself, bouncing every time his knuckles hit his pelvis, wanting to be touched.
“Mmf- baby, can you talk to me, please?” Seonghwa whines, tongue lolling as he fucks himself in the mirror.
Hongjoong stops stroking himself and smirks, seemingly pleased at Seonghwa’s request and moves closer to the phone. “My love, you’re so fucking hot. I wish I was there to fuck you instead. Would you like that? Want me to fuck you stupid until you cant even speak?”
“God yes, w-want you to fuck me so hard, want you to cum deep inside me and leave it inside- wish you could breed me,” Seonghwa whines around his fingers, moving a hand to stroke his cock at the same time.
“You have no idea what I would do to you Seonghwa, I’d make you feel so good. Would you want my tongue inside you too? While you sit on my face?” Hongjoong growls, stroking himself again, smearing the pre-cum all over his dick, groaning at the wet slide of his hand.
“Wish your pretty hands were on my cock, it’s like they were made for me, baby. Do you want that too?”
Seonghwa moans, both of his hands synchronizing and creating a satisfying rhythm, body writhing and arching on the bed.
“Y-yes, wish I could touch your cock, it looks so big and heavy, fuck— m’ close, Joongie,”
Hongjoong’s pants grow louder, falling into Seonghwa’s rhythm, fucking into his own hand wishing it was his tight hole.
“Seonghwa, baby, I’m close too- fuck” He strokes his cock a few more times before his vision is going white and his whole body tenses, fully reaching his climax, shooting white ropes of cum all over his hand and pants.
Seonghwa looks at the phone and the sight is enough to get him to finish too, the heat in his stomach finally bursting, making him arch off the bed and moan Hongjoong’s name, creating a mess all over his hands and perfectly toned stomach. He rides out his orgasm by fucking his fingers into himself until he feels overstimulated, whimpering when he pulls out the wet digits. He clenches around nothing and pants heavily, taking a moment to collect himself and catch his breath.
“How are you feeling, my love?” Hongjoong is the first to speak, seemingly more relaxed and sounding more like his normal self. They were both in a different headspace during the entire thing, and it was taking Seonghwa a bit longer to come down from his altered headspace.
“M’ okay, I’m just so tired. You made me cum so hard, Joongie” He says, still feeling a bit dizzy. His legs felt numb and the cum was drying on his stomach. Gross.
“Let's clean ourselves up, baby. We’re gross,” Hongjoong snorts, shifting on his bed and getting up to go to the bathroom.
“Ah, okay, just give me a second. I can’t remember the last time I came that hard, I need a second to recover.”
Hongjoong’s laugh can be heard in the distance through the phone, indicating that he was washing himself up.
Seonghwa decided he had waited enough and got up as well, thanking his past self for moving his bathrobe onto the chair so it wouldn’t get dirty. He makes his way to the bathroom and grabs a hand towel, grimacing at the thought of the staff who will eventually have to touch and wash this, but that was their problem now, not his. He turned on the hot water and wiped himself down with a bit of soap.
After drying himself off, he walked back to the room and threw on his bathrobe, not really caring to fix his hair. He would shower in the morning, anyway. Seonghwa doesn’t think he could stand upright in the shower for longer than 5 minutes in the state he was currently in.
Approaching the phone, he sees Hongjoong already waiting, changed into a new pair of pants and t-shirt. This time, he wore a black tank top that had his arm tattoo on full display. Seonghwa always thought it was so sexy, having to look away any time Hongjoong wore that shirt in his vicinity. Wooyoung always teased him for his obvious attempts at avoiding him, but he didn’t care. Tattoos were the sexiest thing in the world, especially when they were on a certain man.
“That was really hot.” Hongjoong blurts out, face flushing immediately, seemingly embarrassed at his words.
“Are you seriously embarrassed right now? After all of that?” Seonghwa scoffs, suppressing the urge to laugh in order to save Hongjoong further embarassment.
“Hey- listen, we were in a different.. mood. The vibe was different, okay!” He exclaims, hiding his face into his hands, not so effectively hiding his red blush.
“I guess you could say that, I don’t think I’ve ever felt so submissive before, it was strange.” Seonghwa wondered, trying to figure out what exactly made him feel that way. He always thought he’d be in control, or at least have more of a say, but it felt like he had no desire to have any power over Hongjoong at all. It was thrilling.
“That’s something we’ll talk about when I see you in person, okay baby?” Hongjoong laughs, an endearing expression painting his features. His teeth were showing, and his eyes were crinkling. Seonghwa couldn’t believe this man was looking at him– couldn’t believe he was the cause of that.
“Okay, that works. I think there are also, you know, some other things we should discuss in person too.”
Their relationship.
What were they now? Dating? Lovers? Boyfriends? The possibilities were starting to make his head spin, but he stored that in his mind for later, taking note of the fact that they would talk about it when he got there.
“Well, that’s what you’ll be here for tomorrow, darling. We’ll talk then. But for the time being, I want you to know that I love you, and I’m so happy that you trusted me enough to do this for me, no– with me. You’re an angel, and I’m so lucky to have you.” He smiled softly, eyes fluttering as he gazed at Seonghwa through the phone.
Seonghwa’s face flushed, he wasn’t used to being looked at with so much raw, unfiltered love from his captain. “I- thank you, of course I trust you. You make me feel so safe and comfortable. I would do nearly anything you asked me to, if I’m being honest.”
“Well that’ll be something we explore further,” Hongjoong winks, and if Seonghwa were there he’s pretty sure he would have smacked him.
“You’re so annoying, you know that?”
“But you love me,” He replies, a sickening grin growing on his face.
“You got me there,” Seonghwa giggles, covering his face with his hand.
“Should we go to sleep now? My flight comes early tomorrow, at 7.”
Hongjoong gasps, “My god, Seonghwa. What are you doing up so late?”
Seonghwa swore his eyes rolled so far back into his head that he could get them permanently stuck that way.
“Goodnight, Hongjoong. I’ll see you soon.”
He doesn’t miss the way his face falters for a second, before he’s saying goodnight too.
It didn’t feel quite right, so Seonghwa asked him, just to be sure, “Do you.. maybe.. want to stay on the phone with me? Until we fall asleep?”
Hongjoong’s eyes widen, and the sparkle in his eyes says enough, before he’s replying with an enthusiastic yes.
They both say goodnight again and lay their phones beside each other as they begin to drift off into a deep sleep.
Seonghwa was
so
glad he didn’t call Jongho.