↱SACCHARINE↲ ⇾woojoong⇽

breakfast

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That morning, Hongjoong woke up and found that he had a horribly familiar ache swirling in the very bottom of his stomach, churning heat that wrapped around his thighs and surged downwards to the center of his crotch.

His head was heavy and his eyes were weak and puffy, barely managing to push him through the bliss of sleep to find a grip on reality as he squinted through his bedroom.

His jaw ached and his lips were raw and yet his body was very much awake, and Hongjoong let out a helpless sigh when he realized he was hard and twitching in his sweatpants.

The feeling was familiar, an instinctual taunt that was easy to fall into, and before Hongjoong could even squint far enough to catch the time on his desk clock, his hand was moving down to slip over his pants and grind his palm into the growing tent.

Relief sparked down his spine, a short lived flicker that soon turned into something much more frantic and desperate as his hips jerked and lips parted to curse, only to stop at the last second, mouth clamping shut.

His hand froze and his eyes creaked open, the sudden solid weight pressing against his side forcing his mind to scramble for it's sanity again.

The sunlight streamed in through his blinds and casted random fragments of white across the floor and bedspread, inching upward to crawl across Wooyoung's cheek just as his eyes fluttered open to take in a flustered Hongjoong who was seconds away from springing away with humiliation.

"Woo?" Hongjoong scrambled for the blanket, hurriedly putting every layer possible between Wooyoung and his disastrously obvious problem.

Wooyoung seemed unfazed as his gaze drifted over the boy's features lovingly, taking the flush in his cheeks as a sign to lean forward and press a kiss to Hongjoong's lips.

It wasn't meant to be anything more than a peck, Wooyoung was sure of it, but Hongjoong flinched like the touch had chilled him from the inside out, and when Wooyoung reached to grip the boy's waist, his skin was burning, swimming in rivets of heat.

His lips pressed harder, curious and enthralled to earn another unexpected reaction, but instead Hongjoong moaned hot and wet into his mouth without hesitation, and Wooyoung felt himself unravel as his mind dissipated.

His body moved before his brain could catch up, but he found himself strangely unbothered by his boastful eagerness when he gripped Hongjoong's hair and rolled until he was on top of him, pressed flush against the quivering boy, their mouths parting for a second as the air filled with overwhelmed pants.

Hongjoong's hands fell to Wooyoung's hips naturally, just like the night before, but this time was different.

His fingers curled in a way they hadn't the first time, palms tingling as though they were desperate to grip possessively at the soft flesh that pressed between his fingers.

The same pouty lips that framed the most beautiful smile traced his jaw and neck with precision, forcing out breathless whines and shaky exhales that Hongjoong hadn't even known he was capable of making.