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Seonghwa lays back on the couch, idly playing with his Switch. The babbling noises of the tiny animal characters are starting to annoy him rather than entertain him today. He sighs and clicks it off, looking around the room for a new source of entertainment.
His eyes wander to the TV. He could watch a drama, he’s been meaning to catch up on a few. But he’s not really in the mood for emotions right now.
He then looks at the dust settling on the coffee table. The apartment could always use cleaning as well. But that all requires so much energy. He just wants some mindless activity.
His eyes drift around until they land on Hongjoong, curled up, scrolling on his phone at the other end of the couch. His bare legs tucked underneath him, thick thighs on full display. The oversized hoodie he’s wearing swallows him whole, giving him the appearance of wearing no pants.
Seonghwa smirks to himself, having just decided on what will entertain him this afternoon. “Joongie, baby. C’mere.” Hongjoong looks up from his phone with an adorable look of confusion and shuts it off. “Hmm?”
Seonghwa pats his lap and beckons with a finger for Hongjoong to come join him. “Just come sit with me for a minute, yeah?” Hongjoong can tell by the look on Seonghwa’s face that his intentions are anything but pure.
Hongjoong crawls across the couch and settles himself between Seonghwa’s legs, pressing his back to the older man’s chest. “Mmm. You smell really good.” Hongjoong says with a smile, laying his head back against Seonghwa’s shoulder.
Seonghwa kisses the top of Hongjoong's head and wraps his arms around his waist. “Thank you, baby. You smell really good too.” Hongjoong laughs quietly, his eyes crinkling adorably at the corners. “I used your shampoo, that’s why.”
Seonghwa chuckles softly and slips his hands under Hongjoong’s hoodie, settling them on his lower stomach. He presses his lips to Hongjoong's ear and mumbles low. “I can’t even be mad. I like that you smell like me. It turns me on.” His warm hands slide from Hongjoong's stomach to his supple chest, massaging in circles with both hands.
Oh. Hongjoong knows exactly what’s going to happen now.
“Baby… I’m so bored.” Seonghwa sighs against Hongjoong's neck. “Can I play with you?”
Seonghwa’s low tone and wandering hands send a radiating heat right to Hongjoong's core. He knows it’s a dangerous thing when Seonghwa gets bored. He always finds new and creative ways to entertain himself, typically ways that have to do with him using Hongjoong for his amusement.
He recalls in the past where Seonghwa’s boredom has led them. Last week it ended in Hongjoong being covered head to toe in dark purple and red marks. Some of which still haven’t quite faded, courtesy of Seonghwa’s very thorough mouth.
Hongjoong squeezes his thighs together at the memory. He’d been left after the encounter in his own soaking panties and instructed not to touch himself. Seonghwa had a sick fascination with making him suffer like that.
Seonghwa thumbs over Hongjoong's perky, hardening nipples and asks again. “Did you hear me, Joongie? I want to play with you. Are you going to let me?”
A shiver goes down Hongjoong's spine before he responds. “S-Sorry Hwa, I heard you. Um, how do you want me?”
Seonghwa grins wickedly in response, loving how pliant and willing Hongjoong is under his touch. “Just like this.” He lightly pinches Hongjoong's nipples and instructs him in a low voice. “Take off your shorts for me, you won’t be needing them anymore.”
“Y-Yeah okay.” Hongjoong timidly lifts his hips off the couch cushion and slides his tiny shorts down his legs.
Seonghwa can’t help but notice the dark wet patch that stains them. He trails his large hands down Hongjoong's sides, past his hips to his thighs. He drags his nails over the silky skin of his inner thighs and gently pries Hongjoong's legs apart.
“What’s got you so wet, baby?” Seonghwa teases lightly. “I’ve hardly even touched you.”
Hongjoong grumbles under his breath, something bratty sounding that Seonghwa can’t quite make out.
Seonghwa gives the plushest part of Hongjoong's thigh a squeeze and taunts him. “What’s that, baby? I don’t think I heard you. Speak up.”
Hongjoong huffs and says more clearly, but keeps his snarky tone. “Of course I’m fucking wet. What do you expect? You’re groping me all over.”
Seonghwa chuckles softly and bites down gently on Hongjoong's exposed shoulder. “Feeling feisty today huh? Are you still mad because I didn’t touch you last time? Left you and your poor wet little pussy neglected? That was really mean of me huh?”
Hongjoong scowls and crosses his arms over his chest, unamused by Seonghwa’s taunts. “Mean is one way to put it. I’d call it cruel. ”
“Aw.” Seonghwa coos, lightly tracing his fingers over Hongjoong's slit. “I’ll touch you extra today in exchange, how about that?”
Hongjoong wants to agree, he’d love to be touched more. But he knows there’s always an underlying motive to Seonghwa’s words.
“Are you just gonna torture me again?” Hongjoong snaps, wrapping a small hand around Seonghwa’s wrist, looking back over his shoulder with a glare.
Seonghwa kisses his forehead and mutters a laugh against his skin. “Is it really torture if it feels good?”
He uses his other hand to gently pry Hongjoong's fingers from around his wrist. “C’mon baby, don’t be difficult.”
Seonghwa slips his pointer finger between Hongjoong's slick pussy lips and runs it from bottom to top, nearly groaning at how dripping wet he is.
Hongjoong's bratty front immediately melts away at Seonghwa’s touch. “P-Please at least let me finish this time. It’s been so long.”
Seonghwa hums in satisfaction at how quickly Hongjoong switches his attitude. “It hasn’t been that long has it? Maybe just a couple weeks?” He flicks his finger delicately over Hongjoong's clit, barely brushing past it.
Hongjoong whines softly at the contact and squirms against the older man. “I-It’s been almost three weeks. 20 days. Hyung please. ”
“Begging already?” Seonghwa says with a smirk. “You must be awfully desperate if you’re counting the days. Be good, stay quiet, and let me play with your pretty pussy.”
Seonghwa spreads his pussy open with two fingers, peeking over Hongjoong's shoulder to get a look at how wet he is. “Then maybe… maybe , I’ll let you finish today.”
Hongjoong bites his lip to refrain from making any noises. He settles back against Seonghwa’s chest, laying his full weight on him. He knows he’s going to be here a while so he wants to get comfortable.
“Good boy.” Seonghwa praises. He slips his two fingers between Hongjoong's folds, spreading his slick around the whole area. “I love how wet you get for me, baby. You’re absolutely soaked right now. Look.”
Seonghwa lifts his fingers in front of Hongjoong's face and scissors them apart. Sticky translucent strands of slick connect between his two fingers and drip down his knuckles. “Look at what a messy boy you are. I love it.”
He holds his fingers up to Hongjoong's mouth, running the slick digits over his bottom lip. “Taste yourself, baby.” Hongjoong experimentally darts his tongue out across his lip, but that isn’t good enough for Seonghwa. He takes the opportunity to shove both long fingers into Hongjoong's mouth, pushing in as far as he can go.
Hongjoong makes a muffled noise of surprise but takes both fingers with ease. Seonghwa has always loved Hongjoong's absence of a gag reflex. Not a gag or a choke to be heard. He takes anything he’s given down his throat so easily be it fingers, toys, or Seonghwa’s cock.
“Good boy. Lick it all up.” Seonghwa coos condescendingly, pumping his fingers in and out of Hongjoong's hot, wet mouth. Hongjoong wraps his lips around Seonghwa and sucks down on his fingers, cleaning them entirely.
When Seonghwa removes his fingers, a long string of saliva connects them to Hongjoong's lips. He gathers it with his thumb when it drips down Hongjoong's chin and pushes it back into his mouth. “You’re just extra messy today aren’t you?” He taunts.
Hongjoong just responds with a pout and nod, knowing he was told to stay quiet. He unconsciously spreads his legs open further, a silent plea for Seonghwa to touch him again. The ache between his legs starting to become too much to handle.
“Messy and needy.” Seonghwa chuckles wickedly. “You’ve been awfully good. Let’s give you a little relief hmm?” He swipes his middle finger through Hongjoong's slick folds before bringing it to his clit and rubbing slow, teasing circles around it.
A quiet sigh of relief escapes Hongjoong's lips and he relaxes back against Seonghwa’s chest. Seonghwa’s singular slippery finger feels like heaven. Hongjoong hasn’t hasn’t stimulation like this in weeks. The barely there touch is already starting to send him over the edge. His body craved touch more than he thought.
“You have the cutest, chubbiest little pussy, baby.” Seonghwa coos, tracing his fingers over Hongjoong's puffy lips.
“So pretty and pink.” He gently pinches Hongjoong's clit between his pointer and middle finger, eliciting a quiet whine from the younger man.
“It’s so fun to play with. I could do this for hours. ” He taunts. He won’t actually spend hours, but it’s fun to make Hongjoong think that.
Hongjoong lets his eyes slip closed when Seonghwa brings two fingers to his clit and rubs perfectly pressured, steady circles around it.
Seonghwa licks the shell of Hongjoong's ear and speeds his motions, rubbing his clit faster. “You’re being so quiet and so good, my Joongie. You must really want to cum hmm?”
Hongjoong nods somewhat frantically. Twenty days is the longest Seonghwa has ever made him go without finishing, and it’s been borderline torture.
“Let’s see if you can stay quiet with me inside of you.” Seonghwa reaches his other hand down and slowly slips in one finger, chuckling darkly. “Bet you wish it was my cock huh? You haven’t had my cock in so long. Does your pussy miss it?”
Hongjoong nods again, desperately. He wants to scream out with a “yes!” Every fiber of his being is solely focused on staying quiet in hopes that the older man will finally let him climax today.
Seonghwa can see the internal struggle on Hongjoong's face. “You can say it, I won’t punish you. I’d like to hear it. Tell me you miss my cock.” He slips another finger inside and curls them up towards Hongjoong's g-spot, a place he can find with ease after so many years.
“O-Oh fuck! ” Hongjoong gasps out. “I miss your cock so bad, hyung. I wanna earn it. I miss it in my mouth. I miss it in my pussy. I miss it in my ass. I miss you using me. Please hyung, please! ” He sobs as his climax approaches.
Seonghwa loves the pure desperation in Hongjoong's begging. He pulls his cock out from the confines of his sweatpants and lifts Hongjoong's hips. “Sit on it baby. I’ll let you cum on my cock.”
With no need for further instruction Hongjoong sinks down on Seonghwa’s length, loving the way it stretches his walls just right.
“Always so tight and wet for me. Such a good boy.” Seonghwa lands a light smack to Hongjoong's clit and commands him. “Now ride me until you cum. I wanna see your cute little ass bounce on my cock.”
Hongjoong braces one hand on the back of the couch and the other on Seonghwa’s thigh and begins to ride him, bouncing up and down as fast as his thigh strength will allow him.
Seonghwa gives Hongjoong's ass a spank before sliding his hand back around to the front and rubbing tight fast circles on his clit.
“H-Hyung, if you do that I’m gonna cum too fast.” Hongjoong whines, his head lolling back as he continues to ride the older man, greedily taking every inch.
Seonghwa lands another smack to Hongjoong's clit and growls. “First you beg to cum, now you complain you’re cumming too fast? Don’t be ungrateful.”
Hongjoong yelps and cries out. “I-I wanna cum with you, hyung!”
Within seconds Hongjoong is shoved forward, face buried into the couch cushions, cheek being squished against it by Seonghwa’s hand on the back of his head.
“Such a needy little thing. You get a little bit of cock and think you can start demanding things.” Seonghwa pounds into him at a bruising, unforgiving pace.
Within minutes Hongjoong's high pitched whines signal that he’s close. “G-Gonna cum. Hyung! Harder hyung!”
Seonghwa reaches around and gives Hongjoong's clit one last hard smack, sending him over the edge. Copious amounts of slick juices leak from Hongjoong down both of their thighs.
“Fuck you’re such a slut, squirting all over my cock like this. God you have the perfect pussy.” Seonghwa groans, quickly chasing his own high.
“I’m so fucking close. Where do you want it baby?” Seonghwa pants, his hips movements becoming erratic.
“Inside hyung please! I want it inside!” Hongjoong cries out, drool and tears collecting on the couch cushion below him.
Seonghwa grabs both of Hongjoong's hips with a vice grip and pulls them flush against each other, burying himself as deep as he can in Hongjoong's pussy before climaxing.
He fills Hongjoong up the absolute brim, a mixture of his cum and Hongjoong's juices leaking out around his cock. It makes an absolute mess of the couch below them.
Seonghwa pulls out and uses his thumbs to spread Hongjoong's folds, watching the way his cum leaks out of him.
“Such a lucky boy. You got to cum and get filled up. What do you say?”
Hongjoong turns his head to the side to speak, still panting. “T-Thank you, hyung. I love you.” He cracks a cock-drunken smile.
Seonghwa smiles and helps Hongjoong sit up. “I love you too, baby.” He pulls the younger man into his lap and holds him close. “I won’t ever make you wait that long again. But it was fun huh?”
Hongjoong buries his face in Seonghwa’s neck, breathing in the combined scent of sweat and cologne. “Not fun for me…”
Seonghwa chuckles softly and rubs Hongjoong's back. “I’m sorry baby. Never again. Maybe only nineteen days next time.”
Hongjoong pouts and lets out a defeated whine.
“I’m kidding, I’m kidding.” Seonghwa laughs. “You’re so cute when you’re upset. Let’s go get cleaned up okay? I think you deserve a nice long bath.”
Hongjoong lifts his head, still pouting. “And you’ll wash my hair for me?”
Seonghwa nods and kisses Hongjoong's pouty bottom lip. “Of course I’ll wash your hair for you. Now hop up, let’s go before I get bored again and have to spend a few hours eating you out.”