↱SACCHARINE↲ ⇾woojoong⇽

desire

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It was no surprise to either of them that by the time they finally managed to step into their hotel room they were already pulling at clothes and stepping out of jeans to fall carelessly into the nearest bed where their weight sent the sheets billowing around them.

Hongjoong's eyes darkened every time new skin was revealed, tongue following his gaze down Wooyoung's chest as Wooyoung gasped beneath him, legs hitching up to let him press closer.

There wasn't a plan or an agenda to follow, nothing that would make sense as the air grew hot and torturous between them.

Hongjoong didn't know what was going to happen, or what was supposed to happen, but he did know that Wooyoung was warm and struggling beneath him through soft pants, hair fanned out around his head in a way that only seemed to remind Hongjoong that they were horizontal, pressed against one another with growing heat between their legs.

Hongjoong stared down between their chests, glancing briefly at the others obvious erection, before flashing his eyes back up to watch the way Wooyoung's face crumbled when he rolled his hips forward.

They clashed together in a swarm of sweaty skin and sharp hip bones, Wooyoung gasping sharply into the silence of the room when Hongjoong curled his hands underneath his ass to pull him even closer, grinding their cocks together with enough force to make Woo cry out as Hongjoong's moan broke in two.

Hongjoong moved quickly, peeling off Wooyoung's underwear with twitchy fingers that traced the softness of his stomach adoringly, trailing down to where his waist dipped right before widening out around his ass.

Hongjoong watched the way Wooyoung's skin jumped beneath his fingers, breath hitching as his rib cage rose and hips stuttered impatiently.

Wooyoung looked as though he was going to start complaining soon, so Hongjoong pushed his bangs away with a sweep of his hand before spreading his knees and arching his back to lower himself, lips finding their way around the head of Wooyoung's cock with ease.

"Oh, fuck." He muttered on instinct, hands moving to wrap around Hongjoong's biceps, the muscles firm and working to hold the boy's weight up as he relaxed his jaw and took Wooyoung to the back of his throat in one smooth glide.

"You've gotten so good at this it's- ah, oh shit- it's not even fair." Wooyoung heaved, watching the way Hongjoong's cheeks hollowed to take him in, saliva already leaking around the corners of his mouth.

Hongjoong hummed amusedly, eyes crinkling over Wooyoung's statement, and as if to prove a deliberate point, he started bobbing his head without warning, forgetting rhythm to show off in the same way he always loved to.

Wooyoung would have made a smart ass comment if he was capable, but all he could muster up was a thick curse before he was pressing his head back and gripping at Hongjoong's hair just to feel him groan around him.

Hongjoong carried on for a few more moments, drinking in Wooyoung's deep moans that seemed to roll out of him in waves, chest rumbling with the depth of them.

Hongjoong curiously brought his hand up to roll his thumb over one of Wooyoung's nipples, and felt his cock pulse against his thigh when Wooyoung's voice rose instantly, letting out a high pitched puff of air that cracked around the edges.