↱MARIGOLD↲ ⇾woojoong⇽

𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥

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Hongjoong was only given enough time to step inside the room and toe off his shoes before Wooyoung was pushing him back up against his bedroom door the moment they were alone, his smile adorably nervous in comparison to his hands that made their way to Hongjoong's waist eagerly.

"I wanna kiss you." He whispered, pulling at Hongjoong's hips until he was arching off the door, eyes glued to the boy's mouth with a neediness that had Hongjoong giggling softly.

He slid his way closer, nuzzling his nose against Wooyoung's daringly.

"Then kiss me."

With just that small guidance, Wooyoung lurched forward and pressed his lips to Hongjoong's, erasing the smile there with a flick of tongue that had Hongjoong rising on his toes to get closer, hands curling into the front of his pajama shirt that they'd been forced to button back up much to Hongjoong's discontent.

Wooyoung reached his hands around and grabbed Hongjoong's ass to press them flush together, both of them rutting up into the other on instinct.

Wooyoung was there to swallow the broken moan Hongjoong let slip, drinking the gorgeous sound in with both his heart and tongue.

Hongjoong had been hard for what felt like hours, his body so wired up that even the fifteen minute walk to Wooyoung's house hadn't been enough to calm him down.

His skin was vibrating, every touch flaring straight down to his gut, wrapping around his heart where it kicked and squeezed.

Just the subtle grind of Wooyoung's pelvis into the tent in his jeans had him thumping back against the door, already half out of his mind.

He dragged Wooyoung back with a hand in his hair, chest aching as he gasped, "Wooyoungie, f-fuck that's good."

"You're wearing too many clothes, Hongjoong-ah," Wooyoung's voice was a low, darkened grumble, thick and sugary rich, the tone of it strong enough to make Hongjoong's eyes roll back as he felt hands dip up under his shirt.

"Let me see you."

Hongjoong was still wearing Wooyoung's jacket.

This shitty, tattered old slab of leather that had probably been sweated through more than it had been washed, and shouldn't have mattered as much as it did.

But there was something alit in Wooyoung's eyes as he peeled the jacket off Hongjoong's body fast and swift, something that made sparks shoot all the way down to Hongjoong's fingertips, the feeling sinking to his toes.

Hongjoong wondered what Wooyoung had been thinking when he'd put that jacket on him.

If he had any idea where the night would lead them.

How the cold would leave Hongjoong's bones not because of the warmth of his jacket, but because of the searing grip of his hands burning memories into Hongjoong's bony hips.

"You'll get this back," Wooyoung smiled as he dropped the jacket to the floor beside them, his eyes never leaving Hongjoong's. "Promise."