Requested by Thristy4Sanhwajoong
Inspired by Hongjoong's 02/07/21 live (feat mushroom cut and blue sweater).

Hongjoong hummed to himself while clicking away at his computer. He wanted to take a break from working, but he had nothing worth occupying his time with. He just wished to productively chill until practice began.

Then an idea came. Perfect.

Just chat with ATINY.

At the same time, Seonghwa was finishing up his workout a few hallways down. While checking his phone, a notification popped up.

'💙💙💙'

A live? He shrugged it off. Probably Wooyoung or Yeosang messing around with their cooking schemes again. Who knows.

But something pressured him to at least open the app.

'Hello~!'

Seonghwa softly smiled. His friend was on vlive, talking to their fans.

"Mmm..."

"Uh..."

Seonghwa's hand squeezed the phone. Recently, he and Hongjoong have been a little more than friends. Why did it happen? Seonghwa had no clue.

He did know how:

It was a Monday morning — actually dawn — when Hongjoong stumbled into the dorm. He had no energy to do anything except get into his bed... on the couch.

Hongjoong admitted it wasn't exactly the most comfortable place to sleep, but it didn't distract the members as much as going down the hallway and hearing Seonghwa nag. Unfortunately, he couldn't save himself from the second.

"Why are you here so late? I thought we said you would sleep earlier and come back— Are you drunk?" Seonghwa grabbed Hongjoong's shoulder.

"Ddeonghwa!" Hongjoong slurred with a cute smile. "Are you mad at Joongie?"

"Hongjoong, let's go to bed."

But Hongjoong simply laughed. He leaned dangerously close to Seonghwa's face.

"Are you angry~?"

Seonghwa didn't know whether he should look into the younger's eyes or his soft lips.

He got his answer when Hongjoong brought them close, smirking when their lips touched. And Seonghwa thrived from it.

He tugged Hongjoong's sweater before pushing the boy onto the couch, gazing down,
full of hunger.

That was only a few weeks ago. Yet they couldn't forget it. Nor could they stray away.

From time to time, SeongJoong would have their quick sessions behind members' and the staff's backs. No one knew about their relationship, and that made it perfect.

But here Seonghwa was, watching the live through his headphones and swallowing from Hongjoong's lewd-sounding sounds leaving his mouth.

A tingly feeling of jealousy hit him. Thousands of people were watching. Did Hongjoong not care? Or was he doing this on purpose?

'Beautiful'

'Pretty boy'

'I think I love you'

Hongjoong smiled at the three consecutive comments, all from one account. MarsPark1117. No way was Seonghwa being so corny right now.

Seonghwa continued flirting with Hongjoong in the disguise of a fan. He knew he wasn't going to get a reply soon. So he decided to look for one once the broadcast finished.

Hongjoong slightly jumped at the light knocks on his door. He smiled when he saw the blurry figure through the door.

"Seonghwa!"

"Hey." Seonghwa hugged Hongjoong's small waist and kissed his lips. He felt the blue sweatshirt his lover sported.

"This fits a little big on you, doesn't it?"

"Mhm! I like it that way." Hongjoong pressed his head against Seonghwa's chest.

"I liked your vlive today."

"Oh... Yeah," Hongjoong laughed. "Stop being so annoying in chat."

"Annoying? Didn't you like them? Don't pretend they didn't make you smile," the older warned. "I'll get mad."

"I like when you're mad." Hongjoong trailed a finger down to Seonghwa's sweaty collarbone. "And when you work out."

"Yeah? I like this cute blue sweater you're wearing. It hides your sexy body well. Too well."

"Mmm, so what are you going to do about it?" Hongjoong pouted his lips.

"Nothing. I want you to keep it on."

"Oh," the rapper looked down, a little disappointed Seonghwa wasn't exactly doing the things he wanted to be done.

"Why so pouty?" Seonghwa chuckled while lifting his chin. "We're just starting."

Hongjoong felt a spark ignite in his stomach when Seonghwa kissed him. He's never confessed it before, but the man held a certain force over his body. A good one that began a fire in him whenever they touched.

Hongjoong eventually touched the edge of his desk, which Seonghwa lifted him on with no problem.

"Do we have enough time before practice?" Hongjoong whispered.

Seonghwa shrugged. "We'll make it work."

With that, a sensual groan left Hongjoong's lips when Seonghwa massaged his nipples under the sweatshirt. His body wanted to pull itself closer to the vocalist like a magnet.

"Turn for me, sweetheart."

Hongjoong jumped off his desk with a little tap on the ground. Then he turned with a short hum to tease the older. How? By pushing his ass little by little until reaching Seonghwa's pelvis.

"You're lucky we have practice, Joong. Otherwise..." Seonghwa couldn't even fathom the things he wanted to do to his partner. All in response to punishing him for being a tease. Heh.

Still, Seonghwa couldn't stop himself from rubbing his hand over the curve of Hongjoong's rear. Skin-tight khakis look good on him. Too bad they're coming off now.

Hongjoong hissed. He heard Seonghwa's laugh ringing in his ears. Cocky asshole.

Seonghwa didn't resist smacking the milky plump skin a few times. He liked to see Hongjoong's ass tender because of him.

"A-Ah," Hongjoong uttered. He felt the slick lube penetrate his warm walls. Then lips pressed on his shoulder.

"You like to moan a lot on camera when you're alone," Seonghwa whispered. "Are you trying to kill me with those heavenly sounds?"

"N-No. I'm just think—" A sudden sensation cut Hongjoong off. His stomach flipped from it. Seonghwa's fingers were magical.

"More, Hwa! Right there. Push them right there."

"Hwa? I think you mean someone else."

"Oh..."

"Use your words."

"M-Mommy, can you keep fingering me there?"

"My pleasure."

Seonghwa adored the mess Hongjoong melted into before him. The rapper whined loudly as fuck. His arms extended over all the papers and things on his desk to create an ultimate clutter he called his workspace.

Suddenly, Hongjoong felt the three fingers in his body leave. He begged by whimpering and lightly stomping his foot like a spoiled brat.

"No~!" he moaned with some anger. Seonghwa slapped his ass a few more times, watching the startled flesh shake.

"You're so spoiled, sweetheart. Someone needs to teach you to behave."

Hongjoong grunted in frustration. "Mommy!"

"What?" Seonghwa lowered his voice. Hongjoong stopped once his tip pressed against him.

Hongjoong moaned in content, forgetting the previous petty behavior he took out on his partner.

"Good boy. You take mommy so well. Your body's made just for me." Seonghwa traced a slender hand up and down Hongjoong's ribs.

Heat rushed through the rapper's face. He didn't want to, but he needed to succumb to Seonghwa's voice.

"I'm sorry, mommy. I'm not a good boy..."

Seonghwa slowly moved inside him, adding some more lube from time to time. "Your pettiness makes you cute. Mommy likes it."

That seemed to calm him down a bit. Hongjoong surrendered to the way Seonghwa thrusted with quick speed. Just his body going back and forth was enough to exhaust the nerves in Hongjoong's legs.

"Turn. Kiss mommy. Good." Seonghwa found it delightful the way Hongjoong followed orders. Once more, the younger was on the desk, his rear feeling cold now that it was unclothed.

Hongjoong released a loud, dirty purr that echoed through the studio. He was glad it was primarily soundproof, or others would complain about the sound a little more often than usual.

Seonghwa watched with animalistic eyes how Hongjoong shifted left and right to distract himself from pleasure. So he grabbed the boy's wrists and kissed him passionately.

Hongjoong didn't want their kiss to break — even if they had to breathe. He wanted this to go on forever if possible. His legs loosely clung to Seonghwa's waist.

And just as the older slightly changed angles, Hongjoong felt a sudden urge for the fire in him to burst.

"O-Oh!" Hongjoong yelled. "Right there, mommy!"

"Yeah?" Seonghwa wiped the sweat off his neck using his palm. "How should I finish you, sweetheart?"

"U-Ugh! I want a baby, mommy. Make me a baby, please."

"I can fill you?" Seonghwa delicately tucked a strand of Hongjoong's hair away with care.

"Please! P-Please~" Hongjoong sang as he came. Seonghwa did too. The couple remained close while their pleasure levels decreased.

Seonghwa's sweetheart looked adorable, crying during the blissful moment. The way his sweater almost covered the fingertips wiping tears away... Hongjoong's actions allured Seonghwa a lot.

"It's okay, sweetheart. Cry it all out." The grip around Seonghwa's neck grew tighter.

"I hate to ruin this moment, but we want to start practice. Can you two... hurry?" Yeosang's voice suddenly reached their ears.

"G-Get out!" Seonghwa shouted in a flustered voice. Hongjoong still clung to him lovingly.

Yeosang broke into laughter, pointing at them. "I'm gonna tell the whole group if you don't come soon... Though it looks like you did alr—"

"Yeosang!"

"Mom and dad are fucking~," the dancer ran off singing.

Hongjoong and Seonghwa sighed and caught their breaths. Then warm smiles formed on their face as they recalled the sentence.