SEONGJOONG ONESHOTS 18+

COMMANDING

Seonghwa's back hit the solid wall as he watched the man slowly walk towards him in the dark. The boy's heart palpitated faster, as the man drew dangerously closer to him. He didn't even touching him yet, nor was he too close to him. But his sharp specific gaze, lingering all over Seonghwa's clothed body, was perfectly enough to make the poor boy shiver and feel exposed.

Seonghwa gasped as his man slowly took off his coat, and dropped it carelessly on the floor, simultaneously loosened his tie. His gaze was hungry, like that of a predator, excitement and lust flickering in his eyes, as he drew closer to his little prey. And Seonghwa...he didn't mind. Rather, he was beyond excited.

This is torture. He thought, as he could now feel the warm breath of the man against his neck and a strong hand around his petite waist. Seonghwa was desperate, and he was still wondering if the other one was testing his patience, because it was so unlike him. He had expected him to be rough, and hence, wondered why was he still free and not against the wall, getting fucked the living hell out of him.

The breath grew stronger, hitting his skin, and soon they were replaced with slow, wet kisses. Seonghwa's hands mindlessly travelled to the man's chest, but before he could grasp his shirt, his hands were clasped and pinned against the wall above his head by the man's other free hand. Seonghwa felt helpless.

"Uhhh...J-Joong...."

Hongjoong took his time, slowly kissing and sucking on the soft skin, tasting every inch of his boy and creating reddish blue marks all over his neck. The slow moans escaping from Seonghwa's lips turned him on even more, as his lips travelled up, from his neck to his jawline, and finally to his lips. Soon, Seonghwa's little moans were cut off by Hongjoong's mouth sealing his lips.

The kiss was rough, yet hot and passionate. Hongjoong didn't waste a single chance and engulfed every moment in exploring his beloved's mouth, tasting and savouring in that moment of heat. Their tongues fought for dominance, which of course Hongjoong won without a question. As Seonghwa granted him entry, parting his lips wider, Hongjoong let his tongue savage every corner of the boy's mouth. Seonghwa gladly responded back to his actions by smooching him harder, intertwining his own tongue with his man's. They pressed against each other, there hard ons grinding, as they were slowly getting lost in that hour, tangled within themselves.

They paused for a moment, breathing heavily, a string of saliva still connecting their lips. Hongjoong looked hungrily at Seonghwa, like a lion who hadn't hunted for a long while was finally ready to grab anything on his way. His grip on Seonghwa's hands grew harder, as he again came closer to him.

"J-Joong..."

"Yes honey?" Hongjoong smirked, slowly trailing his lips against Seonghwa's neck, where he had created his lewd masterpieces a while ago.

"I-Is it...o-okay to d-do it h-here? I-If so-someone...."

"Baby," Hongjoong whispered lowly, meeting Seonghwa's gaze, "You might forget but I own this entire fucking place. No one will dare to come here-"

"B-but c-cameras..."

"This is a private room, cupcake," Hongjoong whispered, right into Seonghwa's ears, "There are no cameras here. And the walls are soundproof as well. So," He bit his ear lobe, "Feel free to scream at the top of your voice all night."

Seonghwa blushed hard. Soon, the grasp on his hands loosened, as his hands fell to his side but quickly travelled to Hongjoong's chest, fiddling with his shirt button. Hongjoong knew what his sly boy wanted, and with one look of approval, he nodded. Soon, Seonghwa's hands started working on his man's shirt, unbottoning him as fast as he could, looking so desperate. As for Hongjoong, he had started his part too.