At one point during the evening, San had to part from them so he could greet his other guests and be a good host.

Jongho ended up taking that moment as an excuse to pull Wooyoung to the dance floor and the two of them enjoying spinning in slow circles for a little bit.

The younger held Wooyoung's hand close to his chest while Wooyoung tucked his nose into Jongho's neck on the opposite side. It was intimate and so full of love that, for a bit, Wooyoung forgot that they were even at a public party.

During the third song, Jongho finally broke their comfortable silence with a small, "Thank you."

Wooyoung already knew what he was talking about, so he tilted his head back slightly to press his lips to Jongho's neck. A small, content sigh came from his boyfriend. Jongho loved it when Wooyoung kissed his neck, so Wooyoung tried to take advantage of it whenever he could. "You don't need to thank me."

"But I do. I probably wouldn't have come tonight if you hadn't insisted. I know I'm stubborn when it comes to my father. There's a lot of pain there, but everyone was right tonight. It's time to forgive and forget."

"I'm proud of you." Wooyoung lifted his head up so he could meet Jongho's eyes. "I know it takes a lot to do that, especially after what happened to your mom." Pain flickered across Jongho's face and Wooyoung immediately cupped his cheek. "But they love you. Your... San's mom... Wouldn't have accused me of things if she wasn't worried about you."

Jongho nodded and pulled Wooyoung back so that his head was once again on Jongho's shoulder. "I know. I do think they like you though, Father opened up to you quickly."

"Yeah, well, we will see what happens in the long run." Wooyoung laughed nervously. "He's definitely intimidated so I have a feeling I'm always going to have to be on point around them."

"Honestly? I have no idea." Jongho chuckled. "Neither San or I have brought someone home to meet them before."

"Oh." Wooyoung paused. "So... I was the first boyfriend for both of you. This just keeps getting better."

The younger turned his head so that he could kiss Wooyoung's cheek then turned his head so their cheeks were pressed together. "Don't stress about it babe, like I said, I think they like you. Nothing about how our relationship started is normal."

No truer words could have been spoken. At least they would have a good story to share in the further.

A few hours later, when the party was starting to die down, Jongho found his parents and San to let them know that they were going to leave for the night.

"You're not driving back are you?" San's eyes widened. "The storm has only gotten worse, I won't allow you to."

"We were actually going to ask you about staying here." Wooyoung said, flashing a shy smile.

"You never have to ask for that. Come on, I'll let reception know to set you up with one of my rooms I keep reserved at all times for guests. You too, Mom and Dad." San ushered them out of the ballroom and over to the main reception desk.

Two women were sitting behind it holding a plate of food and listening to Christmas music on the radio. Wooyoung recognized them from the party and guessed they must have gone part time while the desk was manned by someone else.

"Hello ladies, can I get a couple of my keys please?" San leaned against the desk.

"Sure!" One of the hopped up and went to a cabinet that they had to unlock. "Oh, and Yeosang came by and wanted me to tell you that he is wa—"

"Oh, yes. Thank you." San cleared his throat. "I'll just go find him when I'm done here." He tapped the desk nervously.

"Find him for what?" Jongho asked, tilting his head to the side. "It's your Christmas party, you can't seriously be working tonight."

San paused and stared at the desk. "I'm... I'm not. It's just something small." He waved his hand but didn't make eye contact with anyone. "That's Yeosang for you thought, work, work, work, work."

Wooyoung's eyebrows rose in suspicion. He wasn't used to seeing San getting flustered like this.

Before he had the chance to ask about it, San turned around and handed them their keys. "Just make sure to hand them back in before you leave tomorrow. If I don't see you two in the morning," he said, turning to look specifically at Wooyoung and Jongho, "then please let me know when you get home so I know you arrived safely?"

"Me too." Their mom stepped forward to pull Jongho into a hug.

"We will."

After they all said their goodbyes for the evening, Jongho pulled Wooyoung to the elevator and let out a long sigh as soon as the doors closed. "Finally, we can be alone." He leaned against the wall and pulled Wooyoung with him.

"You make it sound like you were just dying out there." The older giggled.

"Maybe I was." Jongho's voice dropped and he extended his neck so that his lips brushed Wooyoung's ears. "Dying to get you alone."

Wooyoung felt himself go weak at the knees and he had to lean into the younger for support. He had been wanting the same thing ever since he saw Jongho in his suit.

They ran down the hall as soon as the elevator doors opened and Jongho inserted the keycard for their room with shaking hands.

Their lips collided before their door even closed.

Hands flew in all directions, fumbling with ties and belts.

"Why are you so damn irresistible?" Jongho panted, pulling Wooyoung behind him to the bed.

"That's for me to know and you to never find out."

The younger paused, stunned by Wooyoung's teasing tone for a moment. "Well that's just rude. Aren't I supposed to know everything about you?" He twisted them so that Wooyoung was pinned against the wall.

"Well." Wooyoung started to pop the buttons on Jongho's dress shirt open one by one. "I'd say..." He ran his fingers over Jongho's bare chest. "That's I'm allowed to have some secrets." Suddenly he pushed Jongho back so that his knees hit the bed and he fell back onto it.

His boyfriend exhaled sharply but propped himself up on his elbows to welcome Wooyoung gladly when the older straddled him and connected their lips. "You know I could probably just force it out of you." Jongho whispered, lifting a hand up to wrap it around Wooyoung's waist.

Then he surprised Wooyoung by rolling them over so that he was on top, which caused Wooyoung to let out a small screech. "Hey!"

"Is for horses."

Wooyoung's mouth dropped open. "You did NOT just use that joke!" He started laughing while slapping Jongho's chest repeatedly. "What did I say about using lame jokes like that?"

He watched as Jongho rolled onto his side, gripping it with both arms, and shook with his own laughter. "I'm s-sorry. I couldn't r-resist. You set yourself up for that-t one."

Wooyoung crossed his arms and turned his back to Jongho, sticking his lower lip out. "Way to kill the mood."

Strong arms wrapped around him from behind and suddenly Jongho was kissing along his neck and whispering, "I'm sorry. Please forgive me."

The feeling of Jongho's lips against his skin sent instant goosebumps down Wooyoung's spine, and try as he might, he couldn't keep up the pout and was soon melting into his arms. "Maybe." He breathed, tilting his head back to rest on Jongho's shoulder.

"Please?" Jongho moved to nibble on his ear. His hands worked skillfully to slip Wooyoung out of his shirt. They slowly dipped down to his slacks and slipped beneath the top. Both hands started working over Wooyoung's length in quick succession.

"Fu—" The older gasped and arched his back as Jongho kept working at him. The sudden rotating pressure was overwhelming but felt so good.

Jongho continued to also work his lips over every inch of Wooyoung's skin that he could reach right now.

When he couldn't take it anymore, Wooyoung worked on twisting around and connecting their lips once more. Jongho lifted him up by his hips and shuffled around on the bed so that his back was against the head rest and Wooyoung could straddle him once more.

The two of them shuffled around together to finish undressing and then resumed with Wooyoung rotating his hips slowly to rub their hard lengths together. Jongho squeezed his hips in response and helped guide the motion.

At one point, Wooyoung turned his head to the side and started sucking on a couple of spots on Jongho's neck. He smirked into the next kiss when Jongho let out a small whine. The day that Wooyoung had discovered that his boyfriend's weakness was having his neck kissed or licked was definitely one of the best days of their relationship. Wooyoung used it to his advantage whenever possible.

"Woo..." Jongho moaned, tilting his head to the side even more as if he were trying to get away, but also giving him better access.

"Yes Babe?"

"Mmm... You're, mm'tease..." The younger mumbled. He was starting to rock his own hips a little faster as Wooyoung switched to the other side of his neck.

It was rare that Wooyoung was able to take over like this and he knew it wouldn't last long. Once Jongho came to his senses the Wooyoung knew he'd be in so much trouble.

But that just added to the thrill.

Jongho attested to regain control by moving his large hands back to kneed Wooyoung's ass. He let one of his fingers slip around Wooyoung's entrance, pressing against it and pulling at it.

The motion made Wooyoung whimper and he paused just long enough that Jongho was able to regain control. He dipped his head forward and took one of Wooyoung's nipples in his mouth. At the same time he brought his other hand up and slipped three fingers into Wooyoung's mouth.

The sudden switch made Wooyoung moan and he caved instantly. His tongue swirled in circles around around Jongho's fingers, mimicking the same speed and rotation of Jongho's tongue.

When Jongho switched to his other nipple, he withdrew his hand from Wooyoung's mouth and started to press one finger inside his entrance.

Their bodies rolled together, both slowly rotating their hips and reveling in the love and passion that was poured into each moment.

Before he knew it, Jongho had three fingers deep within him and he was having to hold onto the younger's shoulders for support.

Neither one of them had lube, so it wasn't the most comfortable feeling when he lowered himself onto Jongho's spit covered length. They both let out a brief hiss, but soon the pleasure took over.

Wooyoung used his legs to lift himself up and lower himself down, whimpering into Jongho's mouth as their tongues tangled together. He loved the feeling of Jongho's hands running over his back, squeezing his ass, and rubbing against his thighs.

When his legs grew weak enough, he let his lover take over and start to thrust up into him. Once that started Jongho wasn't able to slow down. The couple turned into a mess of whimpers and attempted whispered words, but both were so lost in their pleasure that it was hard to form coherent sentences.

And it was perfect.

It's as everything that Wooyoung wanted, and he knew Jongho felt the same when they both reached their peak and Wooyoung just leaned into him, not wanting them to disconnect.

Jongho peppered his neck and shoulders with soft kisses while running his hands over every inch of Wooyoung's skin that he could reach.

The wind howled outside the hotel window, reminding them of the storm keeping them locking in this room. Wooyoung just nuzzled into Jongho's neck and held him tighter.

"Are you happy, Woo?" Jongho asked after several minutes.

"Yes." He answered right away, knowing that Jongho just liked to hear it sometimes. "And I plan on keeping it that way for as long as I can."

The younger hummed and rested his head on top of Wooyoung's. "Good. That's good."

For a moment, Wooyoung was confused by his response. He had never answered like that before, usually he liked to drag out the conversation, but he could feel the drowsiness starting to take over so he didn't press the subject.

"Come one, let's go to bed." Jongho whispered, helping Wooyoung move from on top of him. He ran to grab a warm washcloth and cleaned them both off before they slipped under the covers.

Wooyoung was asleep almost as soon as his head it the pillow, the warmth of Jongho's embrace lulling him to sleep.