↱FORBIDDEN COLORS↲ ⇾seongjoong⇽

someday

[ this is the longest chapter i have ever put out... 8k words... comments are extra extra encouraged 💕 ]

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Hongjoong had long been considering how different it might be with Seonghwa if he knew.

He'd done it with the boy half a dozen times, but there had always been a wall in the understanding that it wasn't Seonghwa.

Because, despite the boy having literally all of the physical attributes of the younger, Hongjoong hadn't thought he was doing it with Seonghwa— his Seonghwa — the boy he'd fallen in love with.

Hongjoong had always wondered if it would be different, just how different it could feel.

And then he'd had the best blowjob that probably existed in the universe and he knew it was not just because Seonghwa was hot or Seonghwa was good at giving blowjobs — in fact, it had very little to do with that in the end.

What it had really been was simply the fact that it had been Seonghwa.

So maybe hovering over Seonghwa — knees sinking into the mattress between Seonghwa's legs as the boy preened under him, arching into Hongjoong's firm grasp on the juncture of his thigh to his crotch, lips smacking out into the otherwise quiet room as their panting filled the air — shouldn't have felt like Hongjoong was going to combust into flames right there, but maybe he wasn't surprised that it did.

Only for that feeling to sweep away in a jolt as Hongjoong realized something he should've realized perhaps five or even ten minutes ago.

"Shit, Seonghwa, we can't," Hongjoong couldn't keep the pout from his voice as he sat back, sitting on his knees as a very frazzled boy stared back at him, shirt discarded early on.

The bareness of his torso revealed the heaving of his chest as he sat up to glare at Hongjoong.

"What do you mean we can't," he accused.

"I don't have anything," Hongjoong said, feeling his own disappointment reach through him.

"Condoms or lube. I didn't bring any because I honestly didn't think this would happen." He gestured between them, "We can't do it without lube and we can't just roam into the nearest store to buy some. Oh my god, what if we get caught?" Hongjoong grabbed at his head, "And—."

Seonghwa pushed himself forward to cut Hongjoong off in a kiss, hands moving to cup Hongjoong's face as he pushed up, straddling against Hongjoong's waist as their chests pressed flush together.

"Silly, Hyung," he drawled against Hongjoong's lips.

"You think I'd go through all of the trouble of seducing you if I didn't have lube."

Seonghwa fell back then, jostling the mattress as he basically somersaulted from the tasseled covers to kneel next to his suitcase, unbuttoned jeans falling past the band of his boxers.

He tugged the bottle out, holding it up like it was a triumph.

Hongjoong narrowed his gaze.