Requested by ateezinmars

Hongjoong set his glasses down on the desk and rubbed his eyes. He was tired of staring at the screen all morning.

A few knocks on the door made him jump. When it opened, he turned to see San with a smile.

"Hey! Are you ready for practice?"

"Oh..." Hongjoong checked his phone. "Yeah."

"How's music going?" San peeked behind Hongjoong's chair.

"It's getting there," the older muttered. But San knew him well.

"We have a few minutes. Let's go for ice cream downstairs."

"Oh?" Hongjoong stared at him a little wide-eyed. Ice cream did sound nice...

"My treat."

"Alright. Sure." Hongjoong turned off all his things and packed up. San patiently waited aside.

The duo waited for the rest of the group in the practice room, happily chatting.

Practice began quickly. The group ran through several songs. Until they shifted their focus on Fireworks.

Hongjoong liked a specific part from the choreo: San's first verse. He liked the way the man moved — smooth and sexy. He wasn't lying if he said he was a bit distracted while dancing because of only looking at San.

San didn't even know it, but his expressions and mannerism messed with the leader even more. His sharp eyes when he looked down, the cocky smile displaying perfect white teeth.

Hongjoong wished San looked at him that way while he sat on his knees before him—

Woah.

Hongjoong blushed. That wasn't even the best part. When the man did his hip thrust, it was minor but deadly. It made his face hot because Hongjoong could sometimes see San's little friend poking through his pants.

To be under his gaze, touching it softly and making him feel good.

Oh. Now Hongjoong's hard.

"Okay! A break, everyone!" Yunho announced.

But Hongjoong couldn't avert his eyes anywhere else. They glued to San. Instead of taking a break, the dancer stared at himself in the mirror, practicing his part.

No. Hongjoong threw his whole body back on the floor, hands on his stomach as he looked at the ceiling.

"Hyung, what are you doing?" someone laughed. "Are you that tired?"

"No, San... I'm lying here because I'm full of energy."

"Oh, I'll join you then."

Hongjoong thought San would lay down beside him on the very open ground. Boy, was he wrong.

San practically laid on him, arms and legs wrapped around his body.

The poor rapper had to swallow down his moans because their crotches were practically against each other — and it didn't help that San was shifting unintentionally. He was happy to hug the older.

"S-San," Hongjoong muttered.

"What? Am I not hugging tight enough?" The younger tucked his legs under Hongjoong's. His nose nuzzled even further closer to the jaw.

"No, you—" A deep moan escaped Hongjoong's lips. San went a little red, but he pushed it from his mind the best he could. He could feel it too — he just didn't want to mention it.

"Hey, let's get back to practice," the pair heard. Hongjoong shifted his way out of the hold, embarrassed and without any look back. He didn't want to think about it.

The boys trained about an hour or two more before calling it a day. One by one, they all went their different ways. Some to the dorm, some to eat, etc.

Until only Hongjoong and San remained.

"Hongjoong, San? Do you two want to come for lunch?" Seonghwa offered.

"Su—"

"We'll join you in a bit. I want to talk to San."

"Oh. Alright." Seonghwa left them and shut the practice room behind him.

San stood nervously. "What's up?" He was afraid he caused the older man anger or disappointment. It was something he never liked doing.

"No, no. Don't be scared. It's nothing bad." Hongjoong touched his shoulder. San felt warm all of a sudden.

"So what is it?"

"Uh... How do I explain it?" Hongjoong swallowed in worry. The plan played out better in his head.

"What?"

'Staring at you made me hard? I want to taste you No, none of that sounded right.

"H-Huh?" San stared in surprise.

Shit.

Hongjoong covered his mouth before waving his hand. "N-No! Sorry! I didn't... mean..."

Then, San smirked. "Why didn't you say so before?"

Hongjoong backed up a little when the younger got close. He didn't know what to do at such a close distance.

"Why are you blushing, hyung? Didn't you want to suck me?"

"Just a little taste," the older admitted.

San confidently extended an arm to pull Hongjoong closer.

"You don't mind if I kiss you, right?"

"Not at all."

San smiled and leaned down to kiss the shorter's pink lips. They were soft and hydrated. San could feel the chapstick on them. Good taste.

The pair didn't waste time touching each other, running hands up and down their bodies. Hongjoong tilted his head a little to the side so San could nip his neck.

"You have some naughty hands," San whispered. Hongjoong giggled, stroking his erection.

San admitted he was afraid of someone walking in on their session, so he constantly looked towards the door when Hongjoong undressed his lower region. The black leather chair felt a little cold now that he sat bare.

Hongjoong spat a little to prepare his mouth. Then he engulfed San's tip. San bit his lip as the older gently slid down.

"You look so pretty with me in your mouth." San brushed a few strands of Hongjoong's white hair to the side. The male happily hummed, liking the praise.

Hongjoong picked it up quickly by swirling his tongue over the tip. Upon gently digging into the slit, a low growl escaped San's mouth. His hand shook above Hongjoong's soft hair; a strong force tempted him to force the boy down. Maybe even drown him.

Hongjoong caught that. San's hungry eyes, ready to devour him if they had time... Maybe he's heard a rumor or two that San slept with the members. And maybe he's interested in it... Just maybe.

San took Hongjoong's suggestive eyes as a sign that he wanted more. He gave in to the invisible force and pushed him down his shaft.

Hongjoong whimpered every time he felt San's cock repeatedly touching the back of his throat. Sometimes it went too far that it made him gag or cough.

San smirked. His whole body thrived on the dominion of his leader. The sly curve on his lips formed into a cocky grin. The exact one Hongjoong loved.

"Can I cum in your slutty throat?"

"Mhm."

With his small hands, Hongjoong held San's warm thighs in anticipation. San took a minute to notice the black polish on a few — how cute they appeared when they were submitting to him effortlessly.

Hongjoong's tongue played with some of the cum following San's climax. It moved the substance up down and around his mouth. San gripped his chin, lifting him up for one more kiss.

"I bet your throat feels weird."

"Yeah," Hongjoong answered, the both noticing a raspy tone underneath.

"Let's go get lunch and we'll continue back at the dorms."

"Continue?" Hongjoong bit his lip, trying to hide the excitement.

"Of course. You didn't think we'd stop here, did you?"

The pair laughed as they turned off the lights of the place they committed sinful acts in.