Seonghwa hasn't been this bad in a while. It was a combination of things, really, that lead to the fall. It always is. Hongjoong's deep inside of him, forcing his back to arch. "So pretty, Seonghwa," he groans, hands skimming down Seonghwa's body. The praise doesn't set him on fire the way it normally does, the coil in his abdomen feels less like arousal and more like some sort of dread. A dead weight. He screws his eyes shut. "So pretty for me, baby," Hongjoong whispers right into his ear. Seonghwa doesn't believe it for a second.