Oneiric Tryst

24. Ringing

Smut chapter

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"Hongjoong! I need to show you this picture of Wooyoung and Byeol!"

Hongjoong squeezed past San through the door, making himself as thin as possible.

"Sorry, man, but I think I'm in a bit of a hurry. How about you show Mingi?"

Pouting, San glanced at the door to Jongho's office. It was rarely closed, but right now; it was. Since neither Jongho nor Mingi were in sight, they could make their deductions.

"Or you send it to me. I'll check it if Seonghwa needs more time. But he prepared something big tonight so I can't exactly be late."

The dejected expression lifted off San's features instantly to make space for a smirk.

"Something big? I hope he didn't mean his dick with that because cringe," San teased Hongjoong as he opened the door to the staircase. Huffing, Hongjoong saluted him before he went out. San hummed under his breath again already. With no supervision, this meant he could chat with Wooyoung all he wanted.

Hongjoong scaled the stairs taking two at a time. The sun had just set beyond the horizon and it was still relatively early, but Seonghwa had requested for him to be on time specifically since he wanted to drag this night out. The nervous flutter in Hongjoong's chest and guts didn't doubt any longer what this was about, not after their not-so-subtle touches these past few nights. He would lie if he said he looked forward to it any less than Seonghwa did.

Not even ten minutes later, Seonghwa was asleep and constructing his nightmare carefully. Hongjoong saw the location change from his home to a hotel and the main danger switch from Yeosang to a tornado. Chuckling at the effort, Hongjoong went to sleep himself.

In limbo, he pondered for a while what to wear. He wanted to look pretty for Seonghwa, so he opted for black slacks and a white shirt. A tie was too much of a bother, so he left the first two buttons of his shirt undone and put a necklace on the exposed skin instead. With his earrings and rings in place, he was ready to go.

Before he left ultimately, he took a bunch of flowers for Seonghwa. They were a sweet little gesture.

Hongjoong stepped into the spacious penthouse bedroom of the luxurious hotel while Seonghwa was still busy with the setup. He didn't acknowledge Hongjoong at first when the man put down the flowers on the drawer next to him and stepped over to the wall that consisted entirely of glass. Outside, a tornado wreaked havoc in the city. The grey skies seemed to introduce the apocalypse as houses and cars got whipped through the air as if they were playthings.

Fascinated, Hongjoong watched the spectacle that left them entirely unbothered safe for the creaking of the building that wouldn't be creaking if this were real life.

Hongjoong felt Seonghwa's body heat behind him. Then, warm breath brushed his neck when Seonghwa reached out a hand to stabilise his weight against the window. When gentle kisses pressed against the skin of Hongjoong's nape, Hongjoong tilted his head to allow the man more access. He shuddered at the tiny sparks of pleasure Seonghwa's lips sent right into him.

Pleased sighs escaped Hongjoong's lips when Seonghwa used his free hand to pull his collar to the side. His lips latched onto Hongjoong's skin, sucking gently until he left a mark. The air between them heated slowly, like a fireplace in a cosy home.

Seonghwa's voice right at Hongjoong's ear had the man's eyes slip shut to concentrate fully on the velvety drawl.

"Can I help you out of this?" To underline what he meant, he gave a little tug on Hongjoong's shirt. Hongjoong nodded, and Seonghwa's hair tickled at his ear when he spread more kisses over Hongjoong's neck. His arms reached around him, nimble fingers unbuttoning his shirt patiently. Hongjoong sunk into his embrace lax, only moving again when Seonghwa peeled the shirt off him to make up for the exposed skin with more warm touches. He pressed up against Hongjoong as his hands roamed the man's body, exploring it with appreciative fingertips.