Secrets

You're too goddamn cute

Hongjoong and Seonghwa hurried back to the hotel room. Every second counted.

They were going to make the most of it.

As they paused in the elevator, Seonghwa pinned Hongjoong to the wall, pressing their lips together. His hands gripped the wall behind him while Hongjoong's explored Seonghwa's back, traveling the length of his soft grey sweater.

As soon as the doors opened, the two pulled apart and Seonghwa grinned down at Hongjoong, who grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him behind him.

The two giggled as they rushed to their room and as they approached the door, Hongjoong gave Seonghwa a light pull, taking his turn to press him into the wooden surface.

Seonghwa tried to scan his key card with his left hand as his right slid down towards Hongjoong's ass.

After a few minutes of struggling he laughed and turned away from Hongjoong so he could finally get it open, and the two entered.

Seonghwa threw his bags on the ground and sat at the base of the bed, his eyes daring Hongjoong to approach him.

Hongjoong slid his suit coat off, slowly loosening his tie. Seonghwa leaned back, his arms spread to his sides. Hongjoong smirked a bit as he pulled the tie from his neck and tossed it to the side. He slipped his shoes off and made his way towards Seonghwa.

He placed his knees on either side of Seonghwa, his hands reaching up to his face, holding his jaw. Seonghwa searched Hongjoong's face, tracing the intricate features. Slowly the two laid back on the bed and their lips met.

Seonghwa grasped the covers beneath him as Hongjoong's tongue met his. Hongjoong pressed his face further into Seonghwa, wanting to close the distance as much as possible.

Soon his hips started to rock, feeling the rhythm of their tongues, and Seonghwa's hands met his lower back.

The gentle fingers slowly unhooked his belt, and slid it out from his waist. He threw it to the side before reaching under his waistline.

His hands slid up and down along Hongjoong's hips, untucking his shirt. They started to move up his stomach, gripping his skin. Hongjoong gasped and Seonghwa felt his warm breath on his lips.

His hands moved back down to Hongjoong's waistline but paused on the zipper. He opened his eyes and looked up at Hongjoong who had pulled away, just an inch.

"Do it," Hongjoong breathed and Seonghwa nodded with a smile.

His fingers undid the zipper and slowly worked the dress pants down his legs. Hongjoong readjusted so he could pull them off all the way and then crept closer to Seonghwa.

Seonghwa looked at him expectantly, waiting for his next move.

Hongjoong leaned down and brought his hands under Seonghwa's sweater and slowly, lifted it. His lips met Seonghwa's stomach and traced the skin upwards as he lifted the sweater higher.

Seonghwa bit his lip, his eyes rolling up to the ceiling. Hongjoong brought the shirt to his shoulders and raised Seonghwa's arms, pulling it over his head.

As the soft sweater came off, he couldn't help but smile at how cute Seonghwa looked with his staticky curls. He brushed a hand through them and set the sweater to the side.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Why are you smiling at me like that?"

"You're too goddamn cute."

Seonghwa rolled his eyes and pulled Hongjoong to him, his hand holding firm on his neck. Their lips mashed together and Seonghwa brought his other hand to Hongjoong's ass, pressing into him.

Hongjoong's hips started to move again in rhythm and Seonghwa matched, moving in sync. Their chests pressed together, their pelvises meeting on the off beats.

Seonghwa pushed the covers backwards, sliding the two of them underneath. He let Hongjoong remain on top, and the two of them made the most of their second to last night together.