Requested by rjnhui

Hongjoong scrolled through his phone with a bored expression. There was nothing to do.

The house was clean — cleaned twice, actually; clothes were washed, and dinner was ready to be heated. He'd done all his chores to prepare for Seonghwa's arrival.

But Seonghwa was working late.

Hongjoong despised this aspect of his promotion. Though he was earning more for both of them, his supervisor changed his shift to begin earlier. Now Hongjoong's schedule couldn't coincide with his boyfriend's.

It's okay; it's only a few hours...

Hongjoong bit his inner cheek thoughtfully. Then he pulled himself up onto the couch and lay stomach-down to text.

'Friend <3':

H: seonghwaaaaa

H: i miss you

H: i love you 🥺

H: come home

S: [typing...]

S: What's wrong love?

S: I love you too

H: im bored

S: I noticed

H: come home

[Read.]

Hongjoong sighed. Seonghwa tried, he knew, but every day he longed to have his presence nearby the most time possible.

So Hongjoong stood, turned off all lights and tidied up some more, then chose to lay in bed rather than sit or stand around.

In bed, Hongjoong thought of his boyfriend. Three years dating, and he still couldn't believe how lucky he was to have such a sweetheart at his side named Seonghwa.

He was charismatic, responsible, hardworking, and always loved to shower Hongjoong with the sweetest compliments and kisses.

Hongjoong envisioned their first hug as friends. A long time ago. But when he felt Seonghwa's lips on his own, he knew this was their first kiss.

Seonghwa's lips. Its taste was like his personality: sweet. Everything about him tasted like candy. And when they touched his skin, he felt like they'd stick to him forever.

Suddenly images of their first time ran into Hongjoong's mind, and though he didn't mean to fall into a pit of illicit thoughts, he couldn't help it.

Their first time was soft. Seonghwa took it easy. He assured Hongjoong he wouldn't do anything he wasn't allowed to by him. So Hongjoong trusted him.

The second was slightly different. They'd been drunk and "did it" at a friend's bedroom at a party.

And the third... Completely different.

Hongjoong couldn't help himself. It was like a heatwave came over him, a period of days when he clung to Seonghwa and vowed to either make his partner feel good with blowjobs or have Seonghwa tease him with dirty kisses.

So when they met in the second-floor bathroom of their college during a lecture, it was expected.

Hongjoong recalled vivid moments from that day. Seonghwa's lips were hungrily grazing his neck as he clawed away at Hongjoong's tight jeans.

At one point, Seonghwa had Hongjoong pinned over the sinks, fingers gripping his scalp. But the moment he rocked inside him, he released and instead stroked Hongjoong's hair.

"You're so pretty for me, sweetheart. How lucky I am to have you."

Hongjoong groaned as he touched himself, too lazy to grab the vibrator in his nightstand merely some feet away. He longed for Seonghwa's warm touch. His rough aura but gentle care.

"Mm, Seonghwa," Hongjoong sighed, pumping himself. He ultimately did have to stretch and grab his bottle of lube. He shuddered while pouring it over himself.

Hongjoong pumped himself off to run the oily substance all over his length. Then after a few minutes, he sighed.

It wasn't the same without Seonghwa. Seonghwa knew how to do it right. How to make his stomach twist, heart race, and lungs plead for air.

But Hongjoong tried. He jerked himself off faster while imaging his boyfriend coming down on him, behind him, in him.

Soon, he pressed up and found a decorative pillow behind him. Though it was bright white with some cliché love phrase, Hongjoong meant to use this for other purposes.

With haste, Hongjoong removed all his bottom wear. Sweats, underwear... He threw a single leg over the other side and moved his lower body.

Hongjoong imagined Seonghwa beneath him, the dark, lustful eyes he always met during sex. It fueled him to move even faster, thinking of the praise he could receive from how fast he was going.

Then Seonghwa would praise the beauty above him. Hongjoong's pretty thighs and perky chest. His face so contorted with pain and pleasure.

"Hongjoong?"

His savior was here.

Seonghwa gawked at the sight once he stood in the doorway.

"I thought you were asleep, love," Seonghwa unfastened his tie and kicked off his shoes. Hongjoong didn't stop. Instead, he kept Seonghwa's gaze intact while pressing his chest to the mattress and pushing his ass up.

"Seonghwa..." he pleaded, peeved from his slow movements. He gradually lowered his hips because they ached from earlier.

"What are you doing? Ass up."

Hongjoong followed orders immediately. Seonghwa's low voice took him by surprise — also stirring more excitement in him.

"A pillow. Tch." Seonghwa pulled it from underneath Hongjoong's body. "That desperate?"

"I... I want to ride you, Seonghwa. Please."

"Why? Don't you find that pillow better instead?" Seonghwa gestured at the wet stains on the cushion. Hongjoong blushed.

"No! I was waiting for you and thought..."

Seonghwa used a single finger to touch Hongjoong's chin. "I'll let you ride me, love. But under my condition."

Seonghwa left Hongjoong in confusion as he backed up to unbuckle his pants. He hastily unbuttoned his whole shirt and let it softly kiss the ground.

Then the only thing left was his white briefs, tightly holding his... stuff.

"Come on." Seonghwa landed a single hand on Hongjoong's ass. "Get on me."

"B-But-"

"What?" Seonghwa taunted.

"Your underwear..." Hongjoong gulped.

Seonghwa merely smirked. "Do you truly think you deserve my dick after tonight? Being so needy? Texting me because you were bored? Riding a pillow?" He patted his toned thighs. "I'm here, as you wanted."

Hongjoong bit his lip while shifting to the spot. His ass gently grazed Seonghwa's bulge, already feeling its firmness.

But Seonghwa squeezed Hongjoong's hips and pulled him down. A short whimper escaped from Hongjoong.

The moment their gazes met, Hongjoong knew what was happening. They were communicating. Seonghwa's eyes, although coated with lust, still flashed worry and care. The brown orbs spoke. They asked, 'Are you okay? Do you still want to do this?'. To which Hongjoong nodded.

"Move."

Hongjoong gasped as he pushed his bare bottom back and forth along Seonghwa's clothed dick. It felt so good, and he could practically feel it inside him already.

Seonghwa clutched Hongjoong's left cheek again, feeling it clench. "Faster."

Hongjoong did move faster. His movements were natural. Abs formed a wave down to his pelvis.

"Ugh, Seonghwa..."

"Keep going, pretty boy."

Hongjoong delicately shut his eyes while moving. He tried to imagine all the endorphins swimming up inside his body.

Seonghwa was entertained. Hongjoong looked so adorable, even while committing such a sinful act. A low hum escaped the younger's lips as he ran a hand through his hair.

Seonghwa wished his underwear was off.

But Hongjoong had to learn some way.

Hongjoong jerked and opened his eyes when he felt a hand stroking his shaft. He slowed his movements to feel Seonghwa's gripping hand.

"Who's my pretty boy?" Seonghwa steadily increased his speed.

"Me... Me, Seonghwa," Hongjoong moaned and played with his right nipple bud.

"That's right." Seonghwa licked his lips. "Who allowed you to ride the pillow?"

"..."

"Answer," Seonghwa ordered, flicking the tip.

"N-No one!" Hongjoong shuffled in his place.

"So why did you do it?"

"B-Because... because I'm... I'm a bad boy!" Hongjoong cried as he came. He panted for air while staring at the mess on Seonghwa's stomach.

Then he began to cry.

Seonghwa's eyes widened as he sat up to hug the smaller. His arms tightly wrapped Hongjoong's lower waist in concern.

"M' sorry, Seonghwa. Sorry."

"Love, don't apologize," Seonghwa whispered. "Why are you apologizing?" He softly kissed Hongjoong's pierced ear.

"F-For texting you while you were working. I was so needy that-"

Seonghwa broke the hug to meet the other's puffy eyes. "Hey," he took the boy's hands. "Don't ever apologize for that. You miss me, now imagine how much I miss you, Hongjoong. Every single minute since I leave the house. I only want to be here with you."

Hongjoong cried harder.

"You're too sweet," he sobbed. Seonghwa chuckled and kissed every single tear away.

"I'm only sweet for you, love."