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Seonghwa watches with heated eyes as Hongjoong suckles at the strawberry lollipop, again.
To say he’s frustrated is an understatement. The laundromat is hot, outside is hot, he’s hot. Sweat slides down his body every so often and his boyfriend is next to him unbothered and busy sucking at that damn lollipop.
Seonghwa tries and fails to keep the pout off of his face. Because despite popular belief, he is not that much for a brat. He will suck it up until Hongjoong is finally done with their laundry. Will pray to whatever God is up there that no one else comes in so he can have the shitty fan air all to himself.
There’s a finger on his cheek seconds later — to which he groans, slapping Hongjoong’s hand away.
“Touchy,” is what he comments, holding the lollipop close to his mouth as if he’s going to suck on it again. Seonghwa will never admit the way his heart races at the thought.
“It’s hot.” Seonghwa complains, sliding a hand under his cropped white shirt, making a face at the slickness of his skin. When he looks back at his boyfriend, he’s expecting a remark about his complaining but it doesn’t come.
Instead, he’s met with dark eyes and blown pupils. Seonghwa’s body burns for a different reason other than the heat, watching as Hongjoong bites down on his lower lip, colored pink from his candy, before looking back at him.
Hongjoong smiles cheekily, eyes still dark as he removes the jean vest over his plain white shirt, placing it next to where Seonghwa sits on the bench. “It is,” he finally answers.
Seonghwa, confused, mutters, “what?”
“Hot.” And somehow, Hongjoong’s voice drops an octave. One Seonghwa knows well. He’s fucked. Literally.
“Oh,” he breathes in response, trying not to break eye contact when Hongjoong brings the candy back to his lips. His hand slides out from under his shirt, his own jeans feeling a little more than too tight. He gulps. “How much longer until the clothes are done?”
Hongjoong shrugs noncommittally, shooting a glance over to the vibrating machine. “About an hour.” Then he smirks, one that makes Seonghwa’s stomach churn. “Why?”
It’s Seonghwa’s turn to shrug, looking at his boyfriend from beneath his lashes. His hair is short enough for it to not cover his eyes like it used to, but he wishes it wasn’t in times like these —- knows how alluring he looks with it.
He knows how he must look. Cheeks pink with the heat and the attention from Hongjoong, slim torso exposed from his crop top with his light washed jeans low on his hips. His boxer band shows from the top and he moves a hand to it just to see Hongjoong’s eyes follow.
Seonghwa flourishes under that reaction. “Can I have some?” When Hongjoong raises a questioning brow he elaborates. “Your lollipop.”
As expected, Hongjoong doesn’t cave right away which never fails to frustrate him — considering he caves so easily. Hongjoong suckles at the candy again, Seonghwa watching almost hungrily at the way the pink lips wrap themselves teasingly around it.
He releases the lollipop with a pop. “Come and get some.”
Seonghwa had been a fool, thinking Hongjoong would ever do things without teasing him a little first. He can’t help but roll his eyes as he stands, cropped top revealing more skin with the movement, and he doesn’t miss the way his boyfriend’s eyes darken. He makes sure to walk slowly towards him, hips swaying just a bit, knowing how his jeans hug them.
Hongjoong would look undeterred to anyone who was just watching them, but Seonghwa sees the way his brown eyes have darkened to black. Sees the way his hand that isn’t holding the candy grips at his own jeans as he watches him. He’s just as affected as Seonghwa expected and that thought makes his stomach flutter deliciously.
In three steps, Seonghwa reaches Hongjoong who’s leaning against the vibrating washer. He raises a brow at Seonghwa, muttering a low, “Open up.” To which he does, sticking his pink tongue out a bit, eyes peeking up beneath his lashes.
Hongjoong doesn’t show any further reaction once Seonghwa closes his lips around the lollipop. He also doesn’t move —- his hand is still holding the stick of the candy as he sucks. Something in Seonghwa snaps then.
With their eyes locked, Seonghwa hollows his cheeks, purposely sucking loudly. Normally he would be embarrassed, they are in a public laundromat, but the sun is setting through the windows around them and the parking lot is empty. That and Hongjoong’s dark eyes are egging him on, wanting him to fall over the edge with him.
It takes a couple of seconds of Seonghwa sucking on Hongjoong’s candy for the other to finally break. One second he’s in front of Hongjoong, the second he’s against the vibrating machine, front pressed into the cool base. The lollipop is hanging from between his lips and Seonghwa just giggles, light and airy.
His giggles turn into a quiet whimper when a hand tangles itself in his dark hair, pulling him back so he’s arched against Hongjoong’s front. The candy falls onto the washer, then onto the floor. Seonghwa barely registers the quiet crack the candy makes from the impact, eyes fluttering when he feels the other boy close to his ear.
“Who’s laughing now?” Hongjoong whispers, dark and menacing as he lets out a small chuckle as Seonghwa shivers. he tries moving his hips back against his boyfriend, feeling the way he tugs just a bit harder on his hair. “What are you doing?”
Seonghwa licks his lips, tasting the sugar and meeting Hongjoong’s eyes the best he can in their current position. “Trying to get you to do something.”
Hongjoong responds by pushing Seonghwa back down on the washer roughly. A hand slides up his front, under his shirt until it’s on his slick skin. Seonghwa’s eyes flutter again, humming softly when Hongjoong toys with one of his nipples. He can’t stop his chest from quivering from the touch, ever sensitive.
“Don’t be a brat.” Hongjoong finally says, his other hand toying with the button of his jeans. “Don’t you think you’re being too easy? You want it so bad.”
Seonghwa’s breaths come out short, eyes struggling to stay fully open from the light teasing. He always gets so sensitive from the lightest touch. The fact that it’s Hongjoong giving him pleasure never makes it any easier to hide his own.
He feels his cheeks burn, flushing a pretty pink from the teasing and the heat. A comfortable buzz has settled within him, a lightness that doesn’t come easily.
“I always want it,” Seonghwa breathes, feeling Hongjoong’s hand slide out from under his shirt to pull his jeans off of his hips. He pushes back, more than pleased to feel that Hongjoong is hard from nothing. His mouth also waters, wanting to be full. “Please. I want it.”
There’s a pair of lips on his neck, leaving feather-like kisses on the sensitive skin. Seonghwa shakes, moving his head to the side as a sign for more. When Hongjoong reaches the bottom, he bites hard. Seonghwa’s moan is loud in the quiet space. It makes him burn with shame, a burn he likes. He doesn’t let go right away either, he sucks on the skin, making sure it bruises. Hongjoong has always been the shyer of the two, but he never fails to mark Seonghwa as his own in moments like these.
Seonghwa is distracted and doesn't feel Hongjoong’s hands pull his boxers down until there’s a hand around his cock. He hiccups over his next moan, trying to buck his hips into Hongjoong’s grip, but it’s hard with the way he’s pressed against the machine. Almost impossible with the grip Hongjoong has on him too.
“Is this what you wanted?” Hongjoong asks with a little giggle, licking up his neck until he reaches his ear. “Wanna get fucked dumb in public?”
Seonghwa’s mind is cotton, nodding at his words even though no sound comes out. He can hear how wet he is, every time Hongjoong moves his hand, he hears slick sounds on skin. He has half a mind to be embarrassed — he’s bent over a washing machine, nearly drooling from Hongjoong’s hand on his cock. He lays his head on the machine, facing the darkening sky. There’s still no sign of anyone showing up anytime soon, but even if there was, Seonghwa wouldn’t move.
Seonghwa’s breath stutters over itself when Hongjoong’s hand circles around his neck. He doesn’t apply pressure, simply grips it to turn his head towards him.
He looks just as fucked as Seonghwa imagines he himself looks. His hair is slightly wet from sweat, pushed off of his forehead. His eyes are dark, half lidded. Seonghwa feels like he could just drown in those irises.
“Did that mouth of yours stop working?” Seonghwa gulps at the dark tone as he shakes his head.
“No.” He responds, and it’s quiet. Although, he does bite his lip after wetting it, gaze dropping to the latter’s.
And really, it’s overdue, the kiss that they share.
It starts off slow, Seonghwa pushing back as soon as their lips touch. Hongjoong still tastes sweet like the candy now broken on the ground, and he can’t get enough. Can’t stop himself from arching up against him, trying to get as close as possible. Hongjoong lets out a groan, gripping his neck a bit tighter as he sucks on his bottom lip.
“Fuck,” he mutters as he watches Seonghwa bring his hand up to wipe the drool that had escaped. Their eyes don’t leave each other when Seonghwa closes the small distance between them again, leaving little pecks on Hongjoong’s swollen lips.
Seonghwa lets out a harsh breath, going in for another kiss. It’s messy from the start, he wants to taste, touch. He wants Hongjoong all to himself.
But Hongjoong presses back with that same desperation, the same want he has. He’s rough with his kisses, tongue pressing against his until Seonghwa’s mouth drops.
His cheeks burn when Hongjoong finishes sucking on his lip, gently sucking on his tongue as he watches, eyes half lidded. He’s the one that eventually pulls back, cock aching and dropping. Hongjoong watches hungrily as he watches Seonghwa break the string of spit connected to their lips with his tongue.
“Are you gonna fuck me?” Seonghwa asks, holding Hongjoong’s wrist as he lays back down on the machine. The vibrating has slowed, a tell tale sign that it’s almost done.
Seonghwa expects him to tease some more, make him beg but he’s surprised when he answers, “yeah. Spread yourself open for me.”
His eyes close as he reaches back to grip his asscheeks, pulling them apart until his hole is exposed. He squeezes his eyes, feeling the way his body burns from embarrassment and Hongjoong’s eyes.
Two wet and cold fingers touch his hole and Seonghwa jumps, gasping at the way the slide in so easily. He isn’t prepared, whimpers when Hongjoong slowly starts opening him up. “F-Fuck— when did you—?”
“Someone wasn’t paying attention,” Hongjoong teases lightly. “Am I that distracting?”
Seonghwa’s thighs shake when Hongjoong taps against his prostate. Even in his lust he knows Hongjoong won’t let him come like this.
“You’re being mean,” Seonghwa whines, giving up and fisting his hands into his own hair as he moans prettily.
Hongjoong’s fingers leave him and his head is tugged up. His back makes a pretty curve as he adjusts himself to the angle. Hongjoong licks up the vein on his neck, chuckling. “You love it, don’t you?”
Seonghwa’s mouth opens to reply but is stopped when he feels the bare head of Hongjoong’s cock against his hole. His heart beats faster, and after a second he hears his boyfriend hum, lightly tapping the head against his hole.
“Don’t you?” He presses.
Seonghwa nods. “Yeah.”
Another lick up his neck. “You gonna be good, Hwa?”
“Yes.”
Hongjoong slowly presses in and Seonghwa’s mouth drops, vision hazy. “Gonna let me fuck your tight little cunt?”
Seonghwa whimpers, head threatening to fall back but Hongjoong holds him up, rearranging his grip so that his hand is around his neck again. “Yes, please.”
Hongjoong lets out a low sound when he slides himself all the way in, hips against ass. Seonghwa lets out a strained noise, hands gripping the edge of the washing machine as Hongjoong goes to grip the soft skin of his hips.
At first, it punches the breath out of Seonghwa, the way Hongjoong slides out slowly and pushes in quickly. It makes him tighten around his cock, enjoying the way Hongjoong lets out a little moan at the action.
Seonghwa tries to keep his noises in, wanting to hear the catch in Hongjoong’s breath, the little growl like noises that come out when he thrusts just right. Craves the handprints on his ass and hips from how hard he’s gripping on him.
“Lay down,” Hongjoong says breathily, urging Seonghwa with a surprisingly gentle hand on his back. “Gonna fuck you now.”
Seonghwa nods, eyes fluttering closed. He reaches his arms out to grip the top of the washing machine just in time before he’s fucked roughly enough to almost hit his head.
“O-oh—“ Seonghwa moans, mouth dropped open as he’s fucked up the machine.
“Yeah?” Hongjoong breathes into his ear, both of his arms circling around his middle as he leans towards so that his chest is against his back. “Like my cock?”
“Y-Yeah,” Seonghwa whimpers, pushing his hips back the best he can. “Love when you fuck me, Hongjoong—“
Hongjoong slaps his ass and Seonghwa just quivers. He’s pressed between the machine and Hongjoong’s body. He can barely move his hips back and his cock is pressed against the cool base with each thrust. He slurps up his drool even though it makes it just as messy, and swallows.
He hears the way Hongjoong moans over the slap of their skin against each other. He feels his jeans and Hongjoong’s rub against his thighs. He’s going to have a nasty burn later but he can’t be bothered with it right now with Hongjoong pressing into him hot and heavy.
“A-Ah, please, more—“
Hongjoong circles his hips and Seonghwa hiccups over his next moan. Even with the rough way he’s fucking into him, the giggle he lets out is adorable.
“Cute,” he snarls down at him as Seonghwa reaches an arm back to grip Hongjoong’s thigh.
“‘S good.” Seonghwa slurs, ass tightening around Hongjoong.
“Mhm?”
“So big and deep, Joong.”
Hongjoong hides his face into Seonghwa’s neck and he can feel the heat radiating from his face. His tongue is warm when it licks up and down his neck again. Seonghwa lets out a strained moan, ass pushing back. From this angle, Hongjoong presses even deeper and it leaves Seonghwa breathless.
“Pretty little body,” Hongjoong praises, leaving a wet kiss on the side of his head. “Tight little ass.” Seonghwa tightens around him at that, stomach dropping at the low moan his boyfriend lets out. He lands another slap on Seonghwa’s ass, gripping it and pulling it to the side. “You’re so fucking pretty.”
Everything turns into white noise around Seonghwa, his mind focusing on the heavy feeling of Hongjoong inside of him, pressing against his prostate. He thinks he hears himself cry out at every hard thrust Hongjoong gives him. His thighs shake, cock throbbing and wet against the washing machine. He can hear the wet squelch of lube and Hongjoong’s wet cock fucking into him. The sounds are always what gets him the most.
Seonghwa hears Hongjoong let out a quiet whimper, arms tightening around him. He feels himself gain a burst of energy, wanting his come to fill him up.
“A-Ah! ‘S so good—hic—-fuck me, just like that—“
“God.” Hongjoong bites down on his neck, sucking loudly and almost painfully. “Gonna come inside your ass and fuck it back into you.”
Seonghwa nearly squeals. “Please! Want you to fill me up, want your come—“
Hongjoong slaps his ass with every thrust he gives him. Seonghwa can feel the exact moment of his orgasm approaching, his stomach is in knots, heart beating rapidly in his chest. He feels his body tense up, awaiting the crash but it doesn’t come right away—- it comes in waves.
Like a wave, it starts up small. Seonghwa’s body quivering in Hongjoong’s hold and hand tightening on the grip he has on his thigh.
It grows as it moves closer to the shore. Hongjoong quiets his moans with Seonghwa’s skin as his hips stutter against his ass.
As soon as it crashes, Seonghwa falls. His mouth opens, no sound comes out, but he feels it. Feels his walls clenching around Hongjoong as his boyfriend groans. His body is slick with sweat as he moves his hips against the vibrating machine. He feels the moment Hongjoong falls in the way his hands grip tightly onto his body, his hips stuttering as he empties himself into him. The squelch is loud and makes Seonghwa’s body burn.
Hongjoong’s grip eventually loosens on him, his chest heaving against his back. Seonghwa tries to catch his breath, groaning once again at the heat. Just as he’s about to complain, the washing machine signals its finished.
Hongjoong laughs against Seonghwa’s skin. “Laundry’s done.”
With a scoff and a roll of his eyes, he playfully pushes Hongjoong with no force, body lax. “Fuck off.”