Deja Vu // Ateez

Twenty-Seven

smut warning = ><

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Seonghwa and Yeosang headed back to Seonghwa's rooms after they had left Mary to watch over Jongho.

What she said made Seonghwa start internally panicking. His stress started to roll off of him in waves and he couldn't help but pace back and forth.

Yeosang asked if he could take a shower, and Seonghwa agreed, letting him borrow his clothes.

The water running had Seonghwa stopping, facing the bathroom door as he listened. He shook his head when a thought came to mind, but when the heat escaped from the slip under the door, his mind went further down into the idea.

He slowly opened the door and peeked in. When he saw no sign of Yeosang, he quietly slipped in, closing the door gently behind him. He saw the outline of Yeosang's figure through the shower curtain, and couldn't help but blush.

Slowly, he started to slip his clothes off, trying to not make any noise.

"Seonghwa, I know you're in here."

Seonghwa froze and blushed from embarrassment. He didn't know if he should stay still and not say anything, or speak and make a fool out of himself.

"If you just stand there, you might miss your chance to join me."

Yeosang smirked when he heard the curtains being pulled back, turning around to face the figure in front of him.

Seonghwa flicked his eyes up and down Yeosang, a smirk tugging at the ends of his mouth. But Yeosang felt a little devish. "Can you hand me the soap, please."

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Seonghwa reached over Yeosang's shoulder, but instead of grabbing the soap, he pushed the younger against the wall. They locked eyes and Seonghwa chuckled at the surprised expression on the youngers face.

Seonghwa hooked a finger under his chin and tilted his head back, dipping his head while grabbing his chin to guide him into a kiss. Yeosang flew his hands to the back of his neck, fisting his hair, humming from the burning feeling in his stomach.

Seonghwa's other hand found its place on the small of his back, slowly tracing it down to cup his ass and kneading softly.

The water hit them perfectly, every time they opened their mouth, some would slip in and coat their tongue, making it more intimate. Seonghwa slotted their hips together, Yeosang moaned in response and pulled himself closer.

Seonghwa moved down and placed soft kisses on his shoulder, then he moved up to his neck, sucking on them lightly, grazing his teeth against his soft flesh.

Yeosang gasped when a cold hand wrapped around him, slowly stroking him. The water made it easier for the older to give him a handjob, and when he got to the tip, he slightly pushed his thumb into his slit, making the younger cry out.

Yeosang felt his knees buckle a little and leaned against the wall for support. Seonghwa stood back on his heels, smirking at the sight in front of him. "You look so good for me, love."

Yeosang moaned at the praise, looking up at Seonghwa through his hooded eyes. "S-Seonghwa...m-more!"

Seonghwa tsked at him and started to pick up the pace in his stoking, leaning down to kiss along the youngers chest. The older used his other hand to lift one of his legs up, not taking his hand off his now leaking red cock and moved over to suck on his nipple.