⚠️ This oneshot contains smut, if you are a minor or uncomfortable with that genre please skip! ⚠️

You know, Hongjoong was proud of his work, his accomplishments that he had hit over the years. Sure he may live in his van, traveling wherever he wished, and yeah, he may have dropped out just a year before high school graduation but it didn't matter. He never felt more free and alive than he did driving down the highway, window down and tunes cranked all the way up, having no town or city in particular he planned on going to. Having overbearing parents, too strict on house rules and dictating his life choices, that wasn't something Hongjoong wanted for himself. At the age of sixteen he got himself a job, working his ass off to buy himself his van and once he was legal, he packed up his essentials and never looked back.

Only problem was that being a solo rockstar, not many people knew of his name so far. During his travels he would find a gig here and there to earn himself some cash as well as a name for himself, hoping the people he played for would search for his youtube channel after hearing his name. It was a slow start but it was something and he absolutely loved it.

After finding himself a cozy little spot for the night, which was located in a small town along the coastline he crawled into the back part of his van, where his old mattress remained to lay on. It was lumpy, and he won't lie it wasn't the nicest smelling (he was sure in need of a new one, but all of his earnings from gigs or curbside playing went all into food and gas so he'd have to make it work) , patting it before plopping onto it, head hitting the pillow Hongjoong let out a muffled groan.

BANG BANG BANG .

Hongjoong nearly shrieked, shooting up and knocking his head against the top of his van. "Fuck!" He rubbed the top of his head. "Who the fuck is even out here this late?" Being alone on the road days on end, Hongjoong quickly grew adjusted to having small conversations with himself. He looked at the watch adorning his wrist, just a few minutes shy away from midnight. Hongjoong crawled all the way to his van doors and swung them open. Being smacked in the face with the smell of the ocean, parked a little ways into the sand his eyes squinted at the two figures standing before him, the moonlight from the ocean's horizon making it difficult to decipher facial expressions.

"Sorry to disturb you." The taller spoke. "We usually get together for our parties here. Can you move your van somewhere else?"

Hongjoong grumbled to himself, mostly just annoyed over the ongoing headache that was slowly forming and just wanted to get some sleep already. "Yeah sure. Sorry. Just sort've parked here for the night." He got out of his van, toes sinking right into the sand below his feet.

"There's a parking lot just a few blocks south you know, you could've parked there." The taller spoke again while he shut the doors and went to get back into the driver's side, the two strangers following him.

"Right, thanks. Guess you can tell I'm not from here."

"Yeah, it's a small town. Everyone knows everyone here. I'm Yunho!" Hongjoong fumbled with his keys while the taller, Yunho, introduced himself. Finding the key he needed he unlocked his driver's door.

"Hongjoong."

"I'm Wooyoung!" Voice booming in his ear from the sheer volume and close proximity, he had to step back a bit. Yunho must have noticed because he started to laugh.

"Don't mind him, he gets a little much. Hey, while you were getting out I saw a guitar behind you. You a musician or something?"

He figured it would have been a little obvious he played the guitar, what other reason on having it? Either way he nodded. "It's kind of why I'm here." He sipped into the driver's seat, rolling his window down once the engine was on. "Traveling the states, doing gigs, making a name for myself. You know, the good shit."

"Wow really? That's so cool!" Yunho seemed genuinely intrigued learning about what Hongjoong was doing. Suddenly Wooyoung had gasped, grabbing Yunho's arm to shake it.

"Yunnie! Let's hire him to play for the party!"

The mention of hire caught his interest, putting his brakes back on and staring at the two.

"You think so?" Yunho looked to Hongjoong. "Well, what do you think?"

"Mm, how much are you willing to pay?"

Yunho turned to Wooyoung again, to discuss between just the two of them the cost for Hongjoong. When a number was set, Wooyoung was the one to speak. "How about three hundred dollars?"

If he had anything in his mouth, it would have been spat out. "Wh- Three hundred? For just a couple of hours?" Hongjoong opened the door, practically falling into the sand but managing to catch himself before faceplanting.

"Is that too little? What about five hundred?"

Hongjoong collapsed against his vehicle, half a mind to smack himself. Surely this was just a dream fucking with him. With a quick pinch to his bare thigh to confirm he wasn't dreaming, he was about to make big money just to play his songs for a small gathering of friends. Quickly taking Yunho's hand that was waiting for Hongjoong to shake he spoke up.

"Holy shit dude, you've got a deal!" Once Yunho pulled his hand away Hongjoong scrambled back into his van, but before pulling out he looked back out the window to the two.

"Hey uh, will one of you come with? Lugging around my shit through sand will be a pain in the ass."

"Not it!" Wooyoung quickly called and even stepped back, leaving Yunho to shake his head, and offering to come with.

"Tell Mingi I'll be back." He told Wooyoung while circling around to join Hongjoong and sitting in the passenger seat. Once he shut the door, Yunho's face had scrunched up while placing on his seatbelt, the heavy smell of cigarette smoke and weed filling in his nostrils, though didn't comment on it while Hongjoong finally pulled away from the sand, and back onto the road, following the instructions given by Yunho to the parking lot mentioned.

"So, how long have you been on the road? Where have you been?"

Hongjoong took a quick glance to the guy next to him, who had his eyes on him waiting for an answer from him so he shrugged. "Oh, I don't know," The constant driving tended to mesh together. "Been on the road since I was eighteen.. five years? As for places, quite literally everywhere this baby can go." He patted the wheel while speaking, turning fully to Yunho once he parked the car and turned the engine off. "Been to the west coast, the south, the midwest. Though this is my first time at the east coast. I'm hoping to get to Los Angeles as soon as I can to see what's there for me."

"Oh that sounds so awesome! It must be so cool being able to go anywhere you want." Hongjoong grinned, taking off his seatbelt.

"Now, can you get out?" Yunho's expression fell, and Hongjoong snorted. "I gotta get dressed. I don't exactly think a tank and shorts are the best fit to wear for a performance." Yunho's face relaxed at the explanation, and once he was alone in his van, Hongjoong took off his seatbelt, crawling into the back of it so that he could quickly get changed.

"Yunho just texted, he said they're on their way back." Wooyoung shoved his phone into his back pocket, his arm back in its rightful spot, wrapped tight around his boyfriend's neck. He was pretty much glued to San's side the second the man took his first step onto the sand, now on his lap now that they were both sitting down, meanwhile Mingi and Jongho were gathering logs from one of the cars to start a bonfire for the group.

"Can't believe Yunho offered to pay this guy five hundred bucks." Mingi fell onto the sand once Jongho proclaimed this was the last log, already reaching to one of the many cases of beer brought to crack one open and drink on.

"Yeah, guess that happens when your boyfriend's dad is rich."

"He's not my boyfriend!"

Wooyoung giggled, reaching for the pack as well and grabbing two cans, one for himself and the other for San. "Yeah San. Yunho's just his best friend who he makes out with and fucks when drunk."

"Oh my god." Mingi hung his head while setting the lukewarm beer on the sand, making sure to secure it so it wouldn't tip over anytime soon. "We slept together one time. One! And you refuse to let me live it down!"

"Not my fault you're roommates with San! We heard everything because those dorm walls are thinner than fucking paper!" Mingi grabbed a handful of sand, tossing it in Wooyoung and San's direction, Wooyoung covering his eyes with his arm and let out a booming giggle. San's arm wrapped around his waist and pulled him close, their attention now on Jongho as he crouched down, reaching for the lighter in his front pocket to get the fire started.

Mingi looked away though, looking down the shoreline, the same direction Hongjoong and Yunho would be coming from, and from the way his face lit up the two must have arrived. He got up, dusting the sand off of his shorts before beelining it to help the struggling two. Maybe Wooyoung should have tagged along with, but he was comfortable right where he was.

Not only was Yunho carrying Hongjoong's portable amplifier, but different cords as well, one in which connected it to Hongjoong's guitar, which was strapped against his back in it's case. Hongjoong noticed the new man standing in front of them now, so he stepped to the side.

"Here, I got this." Mingi offered to help hold the amplifier, taking some of the load off of Yunho. Hongjoong had offered to help before they left, but Yunho said he could handle holding most of his things on his own.

"So you must be this Hongjoong Wooyoung talked about." Hongjoong turned to the man next to Yunho, noting that he was just about as tall as Yunho himself. The man offered his free hand. "Mingi."

Hongjoong took it, and shook it. "Nice to meet you." After their handshake, Hongjoong followed the two back to the small group, Yunho setting the amplifier on the blanket Hongjoong brought with. He didn't exactly want his equipment ruined by any sand getting into them. He was barely able to pay for them in the first place! Hongjoong took a seat on the empty spot, moving his guitar case and resting it in front of him so he could open its clasps and swung the top open.

Hongjoong heard a whistle, and turned to see the eyes of practically everyone on him. "That's surely a beauty." Mingi crawled over so that he could be next to him, eyes glowing from the fire as he stared in awe at his guitar. It was his prized possession, a birthday present gifted to him by his uncle just a few short years before he moved out. It was all black aside from its accessories, which were adorned in shiny gold. He kept it in as best condition as he could, though there were definite scratches from years of use. But those markings were just proof of years of love and use.

"Thanks." Hongjoong responded while taking the instrument out of its case, making sure each string was in tune.

"I'm a bit of a music nerd myself, I even write some songs."

Hongjoong glanced to Mingi, his wide eyes now watching him. "Oh really?"

"Yeah!" Mingi quickly reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone and unlocking it to show Hongjoong a couple of clips of himself in his makeshift studio, which really was just his closet with sound proof panels stuck on the walls. Mingi's equipment even wasn't the greatest, working on a laptop and a microphone he bought online. With the small space he couldn't even work at a desk, instead while watching the video, Mingi was sitting on a beanbag chair, his laptop on his lap.

But Mingi made it work, and even with limited sources Hongjoong had to admit, the man's work was phenomenal.

"Damn, you got a knack at that."

Mingi grinned at the compliment. "I'm hoping to save the money to start renting a studio, maybe even get a proper setup. Until then that's the most I can do."

Hongjoong didn't respond after that, because he heard the voice coming from the stranger underneath Wooyoung. "Hey, Seonghwa and Yeosang are finally here!"

The mention of even more new people, Hongjoong set his guitar down so he could get up, but when his eyes landed on the taller pink haired man, dressed in a pastel sweater, which was logical as more the moon rose the colder the air surrounding them got. Said sweater was tucked into white pants and to accommodate for the sand a pair of sandals on his feet. A simple outfit for a night with friends but Hongjoong got a look at his face and he swore the air was knocked out of his lungs.

On the road he's definitely had flings here and there with many people he found attractive, but no one surely could compare to him , his eyes soft and expression bright while he was greeting his friends. At least until his eyes had gone to fall on Hongjoong. Wooyoung noticed this so he stood, and ran to Hongjoong and grabbed him by the wrist and yanked him over, nearly knocking him into the fire pit.

"Oh, Seonghwa! This is Hongjoong. We found him sleeping in his van, now Yunho's paying him to perform for us!"

"Did he? That was kind of Yunho. It's nice to meet you."

Silence. Hongjoong just stared right at Seonghwa, not even noticing that he had his hand out for him to shake. But when Seonghwa slowly pulled his hand back, he lurched forward and wrapped his hand with both of his own, shaking it until he was practically dislocating Seonghwa's shoulder. "Oh, sorry. Yeah. It's totally nice meeting you too."

"Smooth." Wooyoung whispered, covering his mouth before he ran off, probably to meet back with his boyfriend who was still waiting on the ground, not having moved at all.

"So," Seonghwa pulled his arm back before Hongjoong could actually injure it. "You best get ready, I look forward to hearing you play." Hongjoong swore he heard a hint of teasing in his voice. Either way, he was scrambling back where his guitar was left abandoned, nearly stumbling as he plopped on his ass to get all the correct cords connected. When that was done and his amplifier was turned on, he did another check to make sure his guitar was in tune, strumming the strings a couple of times.

Confirming that he was good to go, he lifted his head up. He was very much used to people watching him, cheering him on as he performed, and tonight really shouldn't be any different. The yells of Wooyoung and Yunho and even Mingi cheering him to start, his eyes were on Seonghwa only, and being watched by him, suddenly he felt nervous. He cleared his throat.

"Uh—" He eyed the case of beer left on the sand. "One moment." He sat his guitar down, and reached over to grab one of the beer cans, opening it and proceeding to chug all of the contents inside.

If he was going to perform in front of this pretty stranger, he was not going to do it completely sober. Downing that one, he dropped the can to the sand and used his foot to stomp on it, crushing the metal before picking it back up and tossing it in the small forming pile to be tossed away, he went back to his guitar.

"Alright, let's get this party fucking started!" Everyone was now cheering when Hongjoong started to play.

It wasn't until he finished his third song of the night, this small party really started to pick up. Another case of beer was brought, and with each one drank everyone was slowly growing more and more intoxicated. Though he didn't pay much attention to that, Hongjoong was more interested in the way Seonghwa was dancing with them, clearly enjoying himself (And was enjoying the attention constantly given by Hongjoong). Though anytime Seonghwa's gaze casted over to him, Hongjoong quickly looked away, either at the fire which Jongho had just placed more logs into, or the way Wooyoung was now on Mingi's shoulders, beer can in his hand as he water falled it into Mingi's opened mouth.

During little breaks in between every few songs Hongjoong would even get a drink for himself, even dance when dragged by someone, but would always come back to his guitar, having to hide his face when one or more cheered out "Encore! Encore!"

Even if this was a small party, the chaotic energy radiating from everyone just made it feel ten times larger. Though after his fourth break, most likely his last one for the night as he himself could feel the effects of the amount of alcohol he ingested over the last few hours, he stumbled when he attempted to bend down to reach into the case, but unfamiliar hands on his waist prevented him from face planting intot he sand. "Whoa, careful."

When he straightened up and turned to see who the voice was coming from, his face turned pink when he saw that it was Seonghwa. Either it was the alcohol or just his pure beauty, either way his heart picked up and had placed a hand onto his chest, as if that would calm it down. "Right, thanks." His words were slightly slurred now.

"You know, you're a really good musician. Guess I should thank Yunho for hiring you, I've never seen these guys more rowdy than they are now." Seonghwa bent down for Hongjoong instead, picking up a can for not only Hongjoong but himself as well, tucking his own under his arm and opening Hongjoong's for him, a small 'thank you' coming from him as he took the can from Seonghwa and took a drink.

"Ah, thanks. Though had I known someone as attractive as you was attending, I'd probably do this for free."

Oh, he was far gone now, and honestly he just wanted to smack himself for the blunt flirting he was doing. But Seonghwa giggled, and Hongjoong felt butterflies in his stomach. What the fuck— how was this man so fucking adorable?

"Oh, I don't think he'd allow that, but I appreciate the comment."

Hongjoong felt like dying in that very moment, having to actually look away, and bringing his drink to his lips with half a mind to just down it all in one go.

"Do you want to dance?"

Hongjoong choked, dropping the now half empty can to the ground while he patted his own chest to calm his own breathing, he even felt Seonghwa's hand patting his back, out of instinct pulling back.

"I- What? Dance?"

Seonghwa nodded, placing his drink into the sand, securing it so it wouldn't spill over and reached a hand out for Hongjoong. "It's okay if you don't want to, but I'd love to dance with you."

Hongjoong's mind felt light, instinctively he was reaching out his hand to take Seonghwa's, allowing him to take the lead as they moved in sync with the music played on Hongjoong's phone, connected to a speaker Mingi had fetched from Yunho's car. He should be used to this, used to dancing with pretty guys at parties and later found himself in bed with them, depending on the preference a dick up his ass or vice versa. But the weight of Seonghwa's hands in his own as he was spun around, angelic laugh falling out of Seonghwa's lips and suddenly Hongjoong wanted to know everything he could about this man.

Hongjoong was pulled close, now chest to chest with Seonghwa and his arms wrapped around him, he was breathless, seeing Seonghwa so up close, hips accidentally grinding against one another and he swore he popped a boner then and there like a horny teenager. Seonghwa's eyes were on him and him alone, Hongjoong forgot that they weren't alone on this beach, Wooyoung's cackling bringing him back and when he turned his head, he was running off, Jongho not that far away from him. He must have done something to the man to tick him off but he could still see Jongho's grin when he managed to catch him, hoisting his body over his shoulders and running straight to the water to throw him in.

He laughed himself as Wooyoung shrieked over how cold the water was, but he didn't have time to watch them anymore, because Seonghwa's hand caressed his once pale cheek, now turned head when he looked back to Seonghwa, and he was even closer, he could feel his breath tickling his face, the tip of Seonghwa's nose brushing along his own.

"You know, you're gorgeous." Either the alcohol was speaking for Seonghwa or he truly meant those words but he was a puddle of jello in his arms, his own snaking around Seonghwa's neck.

"If I'm gorgeous then fucking kiss me already."

And Seonghwa did, and fuck did it feel nice. Cheap beer and artificial strawberry hung around his lips and Hongjoong couldn't find anything more enticing than that, willingly opening his lips when Seonghwa tongued at them to gain access to his mouth. He fisted Seonghwa's shirt with one hand, and the ends of his hair with the other, nealy pushing him down so they'd both go tumbling to the sand as their kiss grew heated. He knew where this was going and yeah, Hongjoong had a bit of an exhibition kink and the idea of fucking out in the open sounded fun, but the audience surrounding them, the whistles and the hollers made him pull away, breath stolen from his lungs when he glanced around, the others turning their own attentions away as if pretending they weren't watching them.

He cleared his throat, but before he could pull from Seonghwa to instead return to his guitar, one of Seonghwa's hands rested on the curve of Hongjoong's ass and gave it a light squeeze. "Wanna go back to your van?"

Nodding, Hongjoong was already forgetting his belongings, abandoning them with Seonghwa's friends to lead him back where his van was parked.

It was honestly a miracle in itself that Hongjoong, in the current state that he was in; flustered, drunk, and now extremely horny, was able to take the walk back to his van. But then again, being all wrapped around Seonghwa like he was, who wouldn't be so distracted? Halfway down the shoreline they stopped because Hongjoong just needed to kiss Seonghwa again, and the older happily obliged.

The back doors of his van swung open, Seonghwa crawling in first and Hongjoong following right afterwards, shutting the door once situated and making sure they were locked so that no one could open them and risk seeing what was about to go down. "What about the windows?" Hongjoong's head jerked to Seonghwa's direction, who was motioning towards the front and a little 'ah' came from him.

"Don't worry." His words still slurred, he crawled towards the front, knocking over his belongings due to his drunken recklessness, reaching to the floor of the passenger seat. "I have covers for when I sleep."

He placed them over the windows haphazardly, leaving it pitch black in the van as he moved back where he was previously, barely able to even see Seonghwa, and he was right next to him! But he felt the familiar hand on his thigh, squeezing the supple flesh just underneath the ripped jeans covering them. And the lips to his neck that had him tilting his head, giving Seonghwa the room he wanted. One of his arms wrapped around the older's broad shoulders, slender fingers circling around the soft fabric of Seonghwa's sweater while being gently pushed against the wall behind him.

Being trapped when Seonghwa placed his other hand next to his head, Hongjoong shut his eyes (though it didn't make much of a difference since it was dark as hell around them), depending mostly on the touches given by Seonghwa as he felt Hongjoong up, his knee slowly etching itself in between Hongjoong's thighs to spread them apart in order to slot himself in between them, resulting to Hongjoong just wrapping his legs around Seonghwa's waist, finally his other arm came up to join the other around his shoulders. Chests pressed against each other, finally Seonghwa's lips found their way to Hongjoong's. It hadn't even been that long since the last time they had kissed, but he already missed the pillowed feeling.

He could even still taste the faint taste of strawberry lipgloss, most of it had rubbed off from the multiple kisses shared during their journey back, along with that hint of beer still. He was already obsessed, not knowing what he would do after he'd left Seonghwa behind when morning came.

Seonghwa's hands moved from the wall and his thigh, slipping behind Hongjoong and rested over his ass, gripping each cheek tight before moving them again, pulling Hongjoong onto his lap and grinded his own hips up into Hongjoong's, making him gasp into Seonghwa's mouth. Seonghwa smirked against his lips and slipped his tongue past them, completely attacking the inside of Hongjoong's mouth and leaving him even more flustered (if that were possible) , saliva dribbling down both of their chins from the messy makeout and dripping onto their laps.

Seonghwa was taking his time, hands slipping up into the mess shirt Hongjoong had on, his fingertips gently caressing the now exposed skin, leaving small goosebumps to run along Hongjoong's arms and spine. As turned on as he was, Hongjoong appreciated this, it really gave time to feel Seonghwa up rather than just getting right into it like all of his previous hookups turned into. Or at least try to, because when his hands reached to the hem of Seonghwa's sweater, to slip it off his torso suddenly he growled, and Hongjoong was shoved onto his back, hands pinned on his mattress above his head with Seonghwa shoved in between his legs

"Too bad I can't exactly tie your hands anywhere." Seonghwa's husky voice was heard mumbling in Hongjoong's right ear, blood rushing straight into Hongjoong's dick and making almost painful against the strain of his clothes. He heard the sounds of a belt being unbuckled and soon something was wrapped around his wrists, which Hongjoong found out it was Seonghwa's belt.

Seonghwa gave a good tug to make sure they weren't tight enough to cut circulation, but had no plans on suddenly undoing itself anytime soon.

Seonghwa was strong, Hongjoong remarked to himself when hands were now on his waist, Seonghwa hoisting him up and flipping him around so now that Hongjoong was on his knees, his tied hands keeping his upper body up. A squeak like whine fell from his lips when Seonghwa smacked his ass, nails digging onto the clothed cheek before reaching down under, undoing the zipper of his jeans and pulling them down Hongjoong's thighs. Now his lower half in just his underwear, Seonghwa's fingertips ghosted over his hardon, Hongjoong gasping and move his head, gently biting onto his bicep and squeezed his eyes again when Seonghwa's hand found its way underneath the fabric.

But rather grabbing onto him, Seonghwa's fingers treaded lightly over the veins of his cock, then swirled around his tip, brushing just barely over his urethra before his thumb pressed against it as he finally wrapped his hand around him and started to move it.

"Fuck—"

His head fell forward as Seonghwa slowly stroked his cock, speed of his hand almost torturous but when he tried to buck his hips down while his hand slid up his length, Seonghwa's arm slipped around his thighs, and held on with an iron grip, Hongjoong now left to let Seonghwa do as he pleased.

"Are you going to be my good boy?" Seonghwa again whispered into his ear, Hongjoong subconsciously nodding because yes, he'll do anything if it makes Seonghwa go faster.

Seonghwa decided to squeeze him hard, a pained whimper coming from Hongjoong. "Use your words."

"Y-Yes—" He gasped out a reply, voice quivering. A kiss to Hongjoong's left shoulder blade, and suddenly Seonghwa pulled away all together, his hand leaving Hongjoong to try and move his hips again, trying to get some sort of friction from the fabric of his underwear, but that was stripped away, leaving his lower half naked.

Seonghwa placed his hands on Hongjoong's ass again, spreading his cheeks to allow his hole to be exposed, Hongjoong fidgeting when his thumb trailed over the ring of muscle. "Do you have lube?" Seonghwa asked, leaning down and plantedsoft bite on the flesh of his ass.

"Glove compartment—"

Seonghwa smiled, yet again leaving Hongjoong on his own as he crawled to the front of the van, following Hongjoongs instructions and opening the small door, pulling out the lube he had bought a few states over as well as the small package of condoms he kept as well. "Perfect."

Seonghwa moved back behind Hongjoong, but before he could get the younger all lubed up, he pulled him apart again, and did something Hongjoong clearly wasn't expecting to do. He stuck out his tongue, giving his hole a long, slow lick that had the most sickening groan to slip past his lips. Never in his hookups had they ate his ass out, let alone licked it. As Seonghwa slowly worked his tongue around and even pushing the tip of it inside of him, to ease the tenseness of the muscle so he could get even deeper. When able to, Seonghwa pushed his tongue further and further inside, as far as it could reach.

God, he wished he could just see below him, see the mess Seonghwa was making of him, he had half a mind to rip the shades left on the window and say to hell with any passing folk, let them fucking see that he was getting ate out by a man as if this were his first meal in days.

"Seonghwa— Oh, god, holy shit—"

Words were jumbling out of him while his fingernails dug into the palms of his own hands, thighs slowly trembling to keep himself up when Seonghwa slowly added in a finger along with his tongue. He was sure he could feel saliva dripping down his legs as Seonghwa continued to eat him out, tongue in sync with his finger, soon another got added into the bunch and stretching out Hongjoong deliciously. Hongjoong wanted desperately to grab ahold of Seonghwa in any way he can, wanting to feel him as much as possible, but with the position he was in, hands restrained still there wasn't a whole lot he could do.

With one last flick of his tongue, Seonghwa lifted his head, leaving only his fingers still inside of Hongjoong. "Gonna cum from my fingers?" His breathing was labored, taking in deep breaths as he curled and stretched out his fingers around Hongjoong's walls, the tips of his fingers even brushing against his prostate which had shocks of electricity run all through his body and made Hongjoong yell out. He nodded again, but remembered the earlier demand on his use of words so he weakly spoke.

"Fuck— Yes, please. Wanna cum on them so bad—"

He could feel himself getting closer and closer to that sweet release he was craving for so badly, now that Seonghwa was completely demolishing his prostate with each flick of his wrist. He was just about to reach that peak—

Seonghwa slipped his hand away.

Now he was empty and aching, clenching on nothing as he whined for Seonghwa's fingers, even on the brink of tears. "No please- I'll be good." Begged Hongjoong, even swaying his hips; the most he could do to entice Seonghwa to give him what he wanted while his orgasm slipped away from him.

"Not yet." Seonghwa spoke, his hands pressing firmly onto Hongjoong's hips. "You'll get to cum soon." Seonghwa's voice was sickenly sweet, dripping even when one of his hands moved, probably unbuckling his own pants as he was still fully clothed compared to Hongjoong. Seonghwa then grabbed the earlier supplies he got from the front of the van. The tear of a condom wrapper was heard, but he could still feel a hand on his hip. Seonghwa must have used his teeth to open the plastic wrapper, he'd give anything just to witness a sight like that.

Seonghwa rolled the condom along his own shaft, before opening the bottle of lube and finally moved his other hand off of the male below him, flipping the tab open and squeezing onto his own hand to warm up before wrapping it around himself. Small groans came from Seonghwa but before getting too carried away, he finished with coating himself up nice and slick, pressing the tip against Hongjoong's hole, Hongjoong clenching from the anticipation and the most gut wrenching groan came from him when Seonghwa slipped inside.

From the stretching, the slip in was easy, soon Seonghwa was bottoming out, his hips pressing to Hongjoong's own and being wrapped fully in Hongjoong's warmth had him cursing underneath his own breath. He pulled back slowly until just the tip remained in, before he pressed forward again, this time more firmly and suddenly, leaving Hongjoong to jump and hang his head low. By that point he really was actually crying, wanting Seonghwa to just fuck him into the next year already. Instead the older's movements remained slow, though with each thrust forward he moved just a little quicker, giving Hongjoong enough time to grow acquainted to the feeling.

"God— Fuck me properly already!" He snapped suddenly, aching to just be drilled into the mattress. But Seonghwa wasn't going to have any of this brattiness. Slender fingers etching into his hair, he grabbed his locks and gave them a hard yank, leaving the only thing keeping his upper body up was Seonghwa's grip on him.

"Are you always this impatient?"

"When I don't get what I want."

Seonghwa gave another harsh yank of his hair, before he let go and not having time to place his hands back down, his head fell against the mattress with a soft grunt. Seonghwa placed his hands back on Hongjoong's hips. "Fine then, if you want it so bad, I'll give it to you."

Seonghwa slammed forward, rougher than he had originally been, Hongjoong didn't even get the chance to breathe and he was pulling back, snapping forward, so rough Hongjoong's body scooted up a few inches. But Seonghwa just yanked him back, pulling him down on his dick this time.

Hongjoong's mouth was gaped open, half muffled by his thin covers of his blanket as he basically screamed, Seonghwa's movements relentless, now abusing his hole. The tip of his dick hitting his prostate each time, waves of mixed pain and pleasure running up his spine, unable to form proper sentences, only whimpers and choked noises coming out of his mouth. His legs trembled greatly, and Seonghwa must have felt it from the bruising hold he now had on him, because he suddenly stopped, pulling out and gently nudging at Hongjoong's knees until they gave in, now laying flat on his stomach.

Seonghwa positioned himself to where he was straddling Hongjoong's thighs, and once he was back inside. His hands now on his waist, Seonghwa picked up his fast pace, and Hongjoong was quickly becoming a drooling, teary mess below him, the friction from his blanket agonizing against his aching cock, precum smearing against the fabric.

He swore from Seonghwa's movements alone his van was rocking with them, but Hongjoong didn't get a damn. If someone was on a midnight stroll and they happen to pass by, let them see that Hongjoong was getting the fucking of his life. They'd wish that they were in Hongjoong's position.

Hongjoong tried to speak up, but the bounce of his voice with every snap of Seonghwa's voice prevented any sort of understandable word to come from him. Seonghwa had a bit of mercy for the poor fucked out male because he slowed his hips until they were at that agonizing pace from before and it made Hongjoong sob.

"What is it baby?"

"C-Cu—" Seonghwa grabbed at his hair again, moving his head for him so that his face wasn't pressed against the mattress.

"Speak clearly when talking to me."

"G-Gonna cum." He finally said, breathing shaky as he attempted to move his hips again. Futile of course, but at least he tried. "Keep going please- Wanna cum so badly."

Seonghwa smiled up at him, Hongjoong managing to barely see it from the corner of his eye, his grip on his hair letting up and started to pet it now. "Okay baby, I'll let you cum because you asked so nicely."

He would have thanked Seonghwa for finally giving in to him, but was cut off because yet again Seonghwa was moving at such a quick pace, Hongjoong buried his face again while mumbling 'yes, yes, yes' in a small quivering voice. The need to cum grew more and more, Seonghwa not slowing down, actually his consistent speed turned sloppy. He probably was close too from the constant clenching Hongjoong was doing around him.

Somehow Seonghwa was able to slip his under underneath, the second his hand wrapped around Hongjoong's cock that did it for him. He squirmed underneath Seonghwa as he came, dirtying not only his blanket but Seonghwa's hand.

"Fuck, Hongjoong holy shit ."

Seonghwa came too, spilling hot white straight into the condom. He rolled his hips while riding out his own orgasm until he was done, movements stilling as he remained panting above Hongjoong. Both of their bodies dripping due to lack of circulation in the van, the smell of sweat and sex heavy in the air but neither seemed to care.

Hongjoong felt bubbly and light, almost missing the way Seonghwa slipped out of him, peeling the condom off of him and tying it off, simply tossing it to the side for now as there was no place to toss it away. Seonghwa had also felt around with his clean hand, until he found something that he could use to wipe off his dirty one; which ended up being one of Hongjoong's handkerchiefs left laying around on the floor. Seonghwa shifted them, laying down on his back and on impulse, Hongjoong curled right into Seonghwa's side once his hands were untied. The older didn't mind, his own arm secure on Hongjoong's shoulders as they both fell asleep.

Waking up with a killer headache was something that he sort of expected to happen. What Hongjoong wasn't expecting was as he went to move, feeling the presence of another right in front of him. He opened his eyes, realizing that Seonghwa had stayed with him the remainder of the night, small breaths going in and out of his mouth. He still had a semi hold on Hongjoong, but as he sat up his arm simply fell limp on the mattress.

His whole body felt stiff, and ached, especially his ass. It didn't make his headache any better. Actually it made it worse, lowering his head to cover his eyes while he groaned. The sound made Seonghwa shift, and open his own eyes too, and when he saw Hongjoong sitting up he spoke. "Good morning."

He lifted his head to meet Seonghwa's gaze, although it was still dark, the sun peaked through the spaces behind the covers on his windows from when Hongjoong had put them on in a hurry, so he could see that sleepy smile of Seonghwa's, and he swore his stomach erupted in small butterflies. "Yeah, morning."

Seonghwa sat up as well, and reached a hand over to tuck Hongjoong's hair away behind his hair, making him jerk back, not expecting the gentle touch but relaxed soon after. "Do you want breakfast? My place isn't too far away from here. Actually I'm roommates with Yunho, and texted him to grab your stuff before he left so he should have everything there."

When he mentioned his belongings he essentially ditched just for Seonghwa his head fell back. "Fuckkk, no offense. I'm sure Yunho's a great guy but I'd get my stuff back as soon as possible."

"None taken." Once both were dressed, Hongjoong crawled in the driver's seat and Seonghwa the passenger, and given directions back to his apartment, following Seonghwa inside, in the elevator (They would have taken the stairs as it was just on the second floor, but every step his whole body was just in a constant state of soreness). Stepping inside of Seonghwa's shared apartment, he noticed the lack of life, so either Yunho was still asleep or chances were he wasn't at home at all.

"Yunho must be sleeping still. His car was parked down at the lot so he's definitely home."

Well, at least he knew his stuff was definitely here. For his comfort Hongjoong went to the couch to sit on rather than the wooden chairs he saw in the kitchen while Seonghwa headed into said room so that he could at least make them both breakfast.

The aroma quickly filled the apartment, guess it reached to whichever room was Yunho's because Hongjoong heard a door opening and closing, a squinting Yunho emerging from the hallway, house tousled from just crawling out of bed, only in a pair of pants. He wasn't one to look, but when Yunho went to the kitchen, body most likely on autopilot he peaked, seeing a few bitemarks littering his chest, especially around his nipples.

He quickly looked away. Without his phone, it being one of the other things he was dumb enough to leave with a bunch of strangers his only source of entertainment was admiring the living room.

It was clean, more than a normal apartment shared by two men, pictures along the walls, most of them was of Yunho and Mingi, a few of Seonghwa, the rest being group pictures, everyone that he had met the previous night being within the frames. He heard voices from the kitchen, perking up at his name being mentioned.

" What? Hongjoong's here?" Soft footsteps, and Yunho was re-entering the living room, more lively now.

"Whoa, hey sorry. Didn't see you there." Yunho went over to the couch, sitting himself on the opposite end. Hongjoong shrugged.

"Don't worry about it."

"I've got your stuff, Didn't want to leave it in the car so they're in my room. I'll grab them after food. Mingi's here too." Not a surprise, the display on his chest made that obvious. "After you left he was boasting on how cool you were. He was actually sad you left."

"He was?" Hongjoong actually was surprised, seeing Yunho nod and, speaking of Mingi, in he came, looking as rough looking as Yunho, if not worse from the very obvious limp, wearing Yunho's clothing he very much stole from him.

But Hongjoong's presence was a wake up, scurrying over to sit right next to Yunho. "Oh, you're here! Did you have fun last night?" Moving his brows in a suggestive manner, in response Hongjoong swiftly looked away. Oh wow, look at that plant over in the corner! He kept his attention on that, not exactly wanting to talk about the previous night's events.

Thankfully, the torture was short lived, Seonghwa came in with two plates, unfortunately neither for him and given to the two giants next to him, but Seonghwa left and came back with two more plates. "Coffee is being made, but I'm not so sure if you're a coffee person."

"Oh you're a lifesaver." He took his plate. "A cup would be nice wake up call if I'm gonna be back on the road soon."

"You're leaving already?" Mingi spoke, cheeks stuffed with eggs as he looked at Hongjoong, meanwhile he rested his plate on his lap while Seonghwa went to make him a cup.

"Yeah, I wanna get to Los Angeles as soon as I can, better to get on the road after I eat actually. Long drive yknow."

"Maybe you should wait." Seonghwa returned, a cup being placed on the coffee table in front of Hongjoong and went to sit at the empty recliner to eat his own meal. "I'm sure you've got quite the headache."

Hongjoong waved his hand. "Eh, I've dealt with this before."

"At least maybe shower? I'm sure you're body doesn't feel the greatest."

Oh god, a real shower? Hongjoong usually just took a quick shower at those yucky rest stops on the highway. It would surely be nice to not have to take a quick five minute one.

"Well, if you're okay with that, then sure."

After their meal, and coffee downed, Hongjoong was brought to the bathroom, Seonghwa saying he could take as long as he needed, and in the bathroom on his own, he finally looked at himself in the mirror. Death clearly punched him right in the face, there were bags under his eyes, his lips still slightly swollen from the previous night, and when he was naked, he got a good look at the small bruises forming at his hips from just how tight of a grip Seonghwa had on him, and when looking at his backside, faint red handmarks decorated his asscheeks. He was an absolute wreck, but he smiled anyway.

If he had to say, Seonghwa was definitely the best guy he slept with so far. He turned on the water until the air grew thick with steam and hopped in. The hot water running down his body as he stood under the showerhead was heavenly. Stiff and sore muscles relaxing, standing under the water for the longest time until he finally started washing his hair and then his body, making sure he took his time before rinsing himself off, and stepped out. With the towel left, he dried himself off and redressed himself in the clothes he had and left the bathroom refreshed.

But as he went into the living room, Seonghwa was standing in the middle of it, in his hand was a container. "Here," He handed it in Hongjoong's direction for him to take. "Some snacks for the road. I'm sure the constant fast food is getting tiring."

He looked at the container, at first hesitant on taking something of Seonghwa's but he was insistent, practically shoving it into Hongjoong's hands.

"Uh, thanks. I appreciate it."

Goodbyes were something Hongjoong wasn't good with, especially with a one night stand. After Yunho and Mingi helped bring his stuff to his hand, and finally given his phone back, he got in his van, turning it on and lowering the window as Seonghwa stepped up to it.

"I had a lot of fun last night." Seonghwa spoke first, Hongjoong putting the car into reverse but kept his foot on the brake.

"Yeah, me too."

"A shame I'll probably never see you again." Seonghwa frowned.

Hongjoong gave a reassuring smile. "Hey, who knows? I'm always on the road going wherever and whenever I want, but maybe there'll come a time I'll come back. Maybe it'll be days from now, or years. The world works in wild ways."

Before Hongjoong could pull out, Seonghwa quickly leaned in and placed a quick kiss on Hongjoong's lips, and pulled back before he could even return it or push him away.

"Goodbye Hongjoong." With that, Seonghwa turned, and walked away from his van, back inside. It wasn't until Seonghwa was fully out of sight did he finally pull away, and out of the parking lot, eventually driving out of the town, not know when, or if there'll be a time he'll come back.

But for Seonghwa, maybe he will.

Well, Seonghwa was for sure right. Hongjoong was tired of fast food. Whoever said eating whatever you want whenever you were on the road could kiss his ass. Having been on the road for hours by that point, usually skipping lunch, it was afternoon, bordering evening by the time he pulled over to finally see what it was that Seonghwa packed for him.

He opened the lid, and chuckled. There was a small bag of chips, but the rest were more healthier choices. But when he set the lid to the side to start eating, he noticed a note taped to it when he flipped it over, and when he picked it up, bringing it closer to get a good read of what it said, he rolled his eyes. It was Seonghwa's phone number, underneath it telling him to come back soon.

Yeah, for Seonghwa he'll definitely come back.