#yeosang looking like an ethereal statue/god

[plastic-lamb]

Breathless p. 3

Members: sub!Hongjoong x dom!Seonghwa

Warnings: facefucking, a general fixation on Hongjoong's mouth.

A/n: the much anticipated part 3! I hope you all like it, sorry that it's a bit shorter.

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Hongjoong has a very pretty mouth. He knows it, everybody knows it. From his soft lips to his perfect white teeth to his bright smile, his mouth is simply ethereal. So, anybody could understand that when Hongjoong eagerly sucked his own cum off of Seonghwa's fingers, the older male went a little stir crazy.

Reluctantly, Seonghwa drew his fingers out of Hongjoong's mouth and examined them. Wet, but spotless. That gave him an idea.

"Well well, if you're so eager to use your tongue then you can use it to clean the floor," obviously later Seonghwa was going to clean the floor properly, but he simply couldn't pass up this golden opportunity.

"Yes sir... but.." Hongjoong wiggled his arms a bit, reminding Seonghwa of the fact that his wrists were still bound.

"But what? Hurry up before it dries," Seonghwa grabbed Hongjoong's arms and guided him over to his mess on the floor, then gave him a little push downwards. Hongjoong really, really liked being manhandled like that.

Hongjoong kinda wanted to be a bit defiant to see if maybe he could get Seonghwa to manhandle him a little more. But then again, if he really did let his cum dry and possible stain the floor he would have to face the full extent of Seonghwa's clean freak wrath.

Hongjoong struggled a little bit. With his arms behind him he was a little wobbly and worried that he was gonna flop over face first onto the floor, but he managed to scoot into a spot where Seonghwa could watch him clearly. He bent over and began to lick his cum off the floor, lapping it up like some kind of animal. Thank god for Seonghwa's obsessive ritual for cleaning the floors otherwise Hongjoong would be pretty grossed out.

Seonghwa's eyes were glued to Hongjoong, completely entranced. So much so that he didn't realise he was idly palming himself over his underwear, which were getting increasingly wetter with his precum.

When he finished, Hongjoong sat upright and eagerly waited for Seonghwa to praise him. He couldn't help but let his eyes trail down to the older male's crotch.

"Good boy... Good, good boy, you did a good job," his voice was thick with lust and need. Hongjoong smiled brightly, causing Seonghwa to crack a grin himself.

The air was thick with sexual tension. Both of them knew exactly what they wanted, but couldn't bring themselves to ask for it. Hongjoong chewed on his bottom lip and Seonghwa noticed, god he noticed. Testing the waters, Hongjoong scooted closer until he was right in front of Seonghwa and pressed his knee up between the older's legs, grinding it slightly against his crotch.

Seonghwa has had enough. He helped Hongjoong, and now it's time for that strawberry-haired twink to return the favor. He stood up and pulled his underwear off, tossing them to the side, not caring anymore about being orderly. He grabbed Hongjoong's chin and forced him to look him in the eye.

"Think that pretty mouth of yours can handle getting fucked? I want to see you choke on me, I wanna make you suffocate on my cock," he knew exactly what to say to make Hongjoong want to practically jump on him. "Yes, god please, please, please fuck my throat," Hongjoong opened his mouth wide, sticking his tongue out. That was all Seonghwa needed to hear.

With one hand holding a fistful of Hongjoong's hair, he guided his cock into the younger's eager mouth. He almost came from the sound of Hongjoong gagging on his dick alone, but he managed to restrain himself. Seonghwa was only half surprised at Hongjoong managing to swallow his entire length.

He hesitated for only a moment before he slowly began to rock his hips, fucking himself deep into Hongjoong's throat. "Fuck baby boy, you feel so fucking good," he picked up the pace, the room filling with the wet sounds of Hongjoong gagging and attempting to suck in any air he could between Seonghwa's rough thrusts.

Hongjoong loved this, he loved the feeling of his throat being full, he loved his hair getting tugged on, he loved it all. It felt like the whole world around him simply didn't exist.

Suddenly, Seonghwa pulled his head back, sliding his cock out of his throat for just a moment to allow Hongjoong to get a few deep breaths in before roughly thrusting back into his mouth. Hongjoong took the opportunity to look up at Seonghwa with his puppy eyes. Seonghwa's forehead was dripping with sweat, his eyes were screwed shut and his mouth was parted letting breathy groans and quiet praises spill out. He looked so beautiful, and sounded even better.

Seonghwa went from gripping Hongjoong's hair to using both hands to hold the sides of his head, manually bobbing it in opposite rhythm with his thrusts. He was close, his groans increasing in volume as his thrusts became rapid and sloppy. "Fuck fuck fuck!! I'm close I-" his voice got caught in his throat and morphed into a loud moan. His hips stuttered as he released deep into Hongjoong's mouth and throat.

Panting, he let go of Hongjoong's head and let himself fall back onto the bed behind him. Meanwhile Hongjoong fell to the floor, coughing and sputtering with tears rolling down his cheeks, drooling a mixture of cum and spittle. The two were totally fucked out, Seonghwa could barely muster the energy to reach down and cut the tape binding Hongjoong's wrists.

They laid in their positions for a short while. Hongjoong curled up on the towel on the floor rubbing his sore wrists, Seonghwa on his bed staring at the ceiling. The post-orgasm clarity had set in and neither of them could think of anything to say.

Suddenly, the beeping of the front door being opened could be heard and it was like it injected adrenaline directly into them as they shot up and scrambled to clean everything and at get dressed. They'd have to ponder their relationship later.

"Anyone home?! Me and Yeosang brought chicken!!" Wooyoung yelled out from the hall, knocking on all the bedroom doors and being generally obnoxious.

As the four of them ate together, the others came home and joined them, all commenting on how rough Hongjoong and Seonghwa looked, which they brushed off by saying they were all rude for talking to their hyungs like that.

They had no idea what the status of their relationship was now. Friends with benefits? Probably. They definitely couldn't just act like that day never happened. Nor could they act like they didn't want to do it again eventually. Or that they didn't fuck late that night while everyone was asleep. And the night after, and the night after.