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After Hongjoong forgot a meeting a 3rd time within a month, his friend since school times and currently HR to his fashion company, Wooyoung, informed that he would hire him a secretary, if Hongjoong wanted it or not. Of course Hongjoong, as someone really stubborn, instantly said no, but most likely wasn't listened to.

Yet there was no mentions of that since that time, Hongjoong forgot the entire conversation he had with Wooyoung and has been burying himself under piles of work, there was events, schedules and so many other things he need to look into now as he is mainly chairman and a CEO of his own luxury fashion brand known by many. There was nothing else for him to spend his time on at the moment, he was 39 years old, he had divorced from his ex wife almost three years ago, but remained as close friends to co-parent their currently 15 year old twin sons efficiently. They just simply fell out of love, it happens sometimes. They didn't make it a fight as they still worked well as good friends, that's how Hongjoong liked to keep it. They set an official arrangement that due to Hongjoong's busy schedule with the company, he would have a week every month where his sons would come to his place and in addition to that longer time during holidays and breaks, it worked for them. And now it wasn't his weeks with his sons, so what else would he do than work? Not like there was anyone waiting for him at home either but an empty penthouse where the lovely cleaning lady leaves origami towels behind every weekday. Well, of course he did balance meetings with his personal trainer, but those didn't happen everyday, it was just some little schedule in his weekly life to make sure he stayed in good health.

Whereas his penthouse was spotless and rarely used, his office where he spent most of his time in, was not. There were sketches laying on the tables of something he had scraped and probably wouldn't return to after losing inspiration on the project. There were mannequins where unfinished work was hanging from half done, half attached to the soft material to keep it together, but those at least were under works. Special items that Hongjoong designs and makes by himself are more of a hobby. All the mannequins pushed to towards the inner wall of the office leaving windows open to view the city below, there was fabrics on the tables next to the projects with scissors and other equipment showing how Hongjoong wasn't just someone to get the profits, but also work hard to make something new that possibly could inspire him again. At least he kept his computer area clean, to keep important business documents and other info from being mixed with the countless sketches, not that the desk survived from sketches either. He could probably pile a book from his sketches alone. He didn't really mind the slight mess, he had enough space to work on millions of things at once, that was all which mattered to him.

Though one morning he tried to ignore Wooyoung's messages, yet the man kept reminding him of some new hire starting and how he will be away the day so Hongjoong needs to survive the day on his own, with smiley emoji that made the older a bit vary on what the younger was implying with those. Phone in his hand as he stood in the kitchen of his penthouse apartment, waiting for the coffee cup to be full as he reacted with a thumb up to the message. Stuffing his phone back to his pocket after, definitely forgetting to look at the time as his eyes nailed towards the watch around his wrist. He needed to go now or he would be late, or well late, he didn't have any specific plans for the day. Grabbing his jacket, keys and bag to head out of the door, down to the garage and as his keys were on the car door's lock, he froze. Realizing he had forgotten his coffee at home, "oh fucking hell", but deemed it being too much of a trouble to go back and get the one single cup. Now with annoyance he needed to drive through the morning traffic to the company building. He will just grab the coffee while at work, he had a coffee machine there too for this exact reason. Not that he had forgotten his coffee like that often– it happened at least twice a month.

In automation parking his car before heading to the stairs leading him to the lobby of the company. He was instantly greeted with soft respectful bows and good morning wishes. Heading towards the main elevator just to hear hurried steps after him, a slightly taller and younger man stopping next to him, "Jongho", Hongjoong said the name of his PR manager.

"Good morning, boss. Just to headups, I don't know what Wooyoung did but he has been proud of himself and almost glowing since last night", Jongho smiled at him as the two stepped into the elevator, Hongjoong pressing two buttons that now lit up as the doors slowly closed, PR and HR floor alongside of more upper floors where Hongjoong's own office was. He just hummed for the younger, "yeah, your husband did message me about the new hire arriving today and how I need to survive with them alone as he is busy", Hongjoong informed the other with the messages from earlier in the morning. It wasn't new information in the company to know how their HR manager and PR manager were just two guys madly in love, Hongjoong didn't mind either, he had known the two for a long time. Wooyoung even met Jongho through Hongjoong's company so Wooyoung loves to tease how he was basically match made by his own boss, as Hongjoong remembers to roll his eyes every time as the two just laugh at the awkwardness the subject brings.

"Oh yeah, he mentioned about hiring you an assistant slash secretary", the younger of the two wondered.

"What?" Hongjoong's head snapped towards the other in shock. He doesn't need an assistant! Or secretary. It sounds like Wooyoung got Hongjoong a babysitter after a few missed meetings and in Hongjoong's defence, he was busy with other important things, like making possible deals with manufacturers and accidentally setting meetings with the designer team at the same time. Of course he had also accidentally prioritized the designer meeting over meeting with Wooyoung and his team about hiring stuff, so later that day the other had appeared to his office with two cups of coffee, took himself a seat and refused to leave before they went through the things. And Jongho just stared back at him, "you had to sign the contract though?" questioning voice making Hongjoong go through all papers Wooyoung has made him sign past months. Eh. Maybe one contract had slipped into the pile and he hadn't paid attention to it that much as well, it was Wooytoung's job to manage staff and he did an excellent job with it, no complaining. The younger had to leave Hongjoong to refresh his own memory alone as his floor came up, just before leaving talking into Hongjoong getting some lunch with him and Wooyoung later and well, he would never say no to Jongho. Nodding in polite bye as Jongho steps out of the elevator on the HR and PR floor.

When the doors opened for the second time on Hongjoong's floor, he stepped right out, eyes scanning few of the workers who had already arrived to work, being greeted by them with the polite smiles. Where they wanted to have all of their needed work done early so they could leave earlier, Hongjoong just preferred to maximize the time at office to get everything and extra work done, allowing with smile for the staff to leave once they had all work done, as long as required hours were done and job wasn't half done. Nodding back with a smile or bowing slightly to some older staff members as he started to head towards his own office at the end of the cozily decorated and furnished hallway and closer he got to his door, clearer he saw older woman with young man Hongjoong hadn't seen before and he knew everyone's face from the floor. That man was new, he knew it as Hongjoong would remember a face like that if he ever saw it. The man was also made to be a model and dressed in modest and stylized dress pants with wide legs, white button up shirt and hair a slight mess from wind outside. He was already taller than Hongjoong and top of it was even wearing elegant heels, of course he noticed the way people dress, he was in the fashion industry after all, this person definitely knew how to dress up nicely. Slight confusion going through Hongjoong as he idly fixed sleeves of his shirt before it clicked, this must be the new hire Wooyoung had got, Hongjoong's new assistant and secretary, but he liked the assistant term more. Hongjoong saw the man softly smile at the woman as he nodded while listening to how the woman told about the company and the floor with that motherly manner as if she had already taken the young hire under her wings, it made Hongjoong smile slightly.

To get the attention of the two, he cleared his throat once he got close enough to them, seeing the two turn to look at him instantly. The woman smiling brightly, "oh, good morning, Mr. Kim, hope there wasn't too much traffic, I was just telling young Park here about the company as Mr. Jung is out", the woman spoke with a tender voice, earning a respectful nod back from Hongjoong, before excusing herself to her own job, leaving him with the new hire who suddenly looked all nervous. It was understandable, Hongjoong could have been nervous too if he at that age was left along with the literal CEO of the company, he is a bit shamelessly giving age estimation for the young man and going to conclusion that the man is definitely closer to his son's ages than Hongjoong's, there was nothing wrong with that. Young people often have ideas outside of the box and are not yet corrupted to the mindset of what companies want, but are braver and bolder to express what's important for them. He knew now why Wooyoung had nearly wished him luck as Hongjoong had no idea what to do when there were new hires, he felt like he suddenly didn't know anything about his own company as those round eyes looked at him with expectation that he was adult enough to guide him. Even after twin sons, a marriage and owning a fashion brand valuing over multiple billions in dollars, he felt out of place.

"So— welcome", he said with sureness hiding under the feeling of awkwardness. Those couple of words seemed to snap the younger to reality as he nodded eagerly, "sorry I forgot to introduce myself, I'm Park Seonghwa and I'm so excited to work with you Mr. Kim", the younger spoke with a polite voice as he bowed deeply as if the opportunity changed his entire life. It probably did, if Hongjoong was honest. Seonghwa was probably studying or saving money to continue studying properly and work opportunities like this were rare at that age, not impossible. Wooyoung must have had a struggle on choosing the best one, it was impressive Seonghwa was able to get past Wooyoung's careful eyes and definitely meant the younger was more than qualified for the job.

"Nice to meet you, Seonghwa. No need to call me Mr. Kim", he tries to make the tension a bit less but already knows it's hard for Seonghwa to relax. Probably after a month or two, hopefully. And he turned to unlock the door to his office, keeping the door open for the younger who instantly started to look around, yet a bit subtly. For a moment, he followed the way Seonghwa clearly wanted to admire all the magazine covers framed to the wall alongside sketches of the outfit the model was wearing like a memory lane, until Hongjoong spoke again, "are you studying fashion?" dropping his jacket and stuff to his desk where his computer was sitting. Walking to the wall where all the designs and pieces he was most proud of were pictured, he could see Seonghwa nod in the corner of his eye. What would be the better way to lessen the anxiety of the first day than Hongjoong telling some background of the company, especially the pieces pictured on the wall. He spoke with warmth when talking with the younger, telling about how he would have an easier first week as there was nothing special going to happen yet so he could look around, ask questions and just get used to the place.

"Did Mr. Jung tell you anything about your job?" Hongjoong asked once the coffee break had started and he was finally able to get himself a nice cup of coffee.

"Only some of the basics, not in exact details. But there was a list of expectation in the contract, so I do expect working as your assistant and secretary to make sure everything will be in order", Seonghwa replied with soft tone as he poured some coffee for himself in the quiet break room which was used in odd times when someone felt like having a break. Hongjoong sipping his own drink as he was eyeing the calendar on the wall showing upcoming events with blue circles on the days, "you will attend meetings and events with me too when I have any, and keep up with my calendar, I will ask IT department to make you your own email address and link it to my calendar", he explains some of the things.

"If there are long days, you will be paid for the overtime. And if there are days when you need to travel with me to somewhere, the company will pay the expenses so make sure your travel documents are up to date. Later this month there will be a local event, so hopefully you have got a bit of hang on things by then. Don't worry, you will get the hang of things by time", Hongjoong tried to sound supportive as the man next to him was still seemingly stressed, but relaxed when starting to talk about his studies. Causing Hongjoong to almost choke on his coffee when Seonghwa told he was 25 years old and it was definitely his dream to become fashion designer like Hongjoong, but he was so behind as in that age, Hongjoong had already been designing for a long time. Though their family backgrounds were different, Hongjoong had been born to a family where fashion was a big thing and where his parents designed, crafted and presented their doings in fashion events, magazines and any other opportunities. Hongjoong had encouraged Seonghwa to chase the dream still, finding out how the job was going to be a way for him to save money to possibly go study abroad, such big dreams, it was good.

Once Seonghwa left for home after the first day, seemingly excited for his new job, it left Hongjoong in his office looking at his phone. The younger had definitely left a good impression on him and he knew Seonghwa was going to do great, still remembering to glare at Wooyoung when he went to have dinner with him and Jongho once Jongho's meetings for the day were done. His friend daring to ask with overly sweet tone how his new assistant was doing, tone that made Hongjoong's head snap towards him, gaze turning serious as he slowly shook his head, "don't use that tone when you talk about Seonghwa, he is closer to my son's ages than my own and you know I will never date people with age gaps like that– and I still don't even need an assistant", there was seriousness present and his friend just hummed.

"Yeah I know, but I did hire him for his skills. He fought tooth and nail to have the interviews and was really eager, asked a lot of good questions and overall showed genuine interest towards the company. Just give him a chance and maybe your grumpy ass will actually be happy about having an assistant. He has lots of potential", Wooyoung smiled at him, this time more normally or well as normal as it was to see someone smile that polite HR smile, Wooyoung used when promising to look into problems to ensure a good work environment for everyone.

Hongjoong wanted to say absolutely not, but it felt unfair for Seonghwa who had just fallen between his and Wooyoung's bickering to fire him on his probationary period just because Hongjoong didn't fully agree with the idea of having an assistant slash secretary by his side at all times, to make things well– easier.

So he did just that, and gave Seonghwa a chance to do his job.

Seonghwa was good at it once he got more comfortable, he was early every day, sometimes even before Hongjoong. It caught him by surprise as the man was there on his own work desk on the floor near Hongjoong's office, walking out of his own little office to greet Hongjoong and tell him shortly if he had something planned for the day including things like personal trainer visit, dinner with some staff members, meetings, pretty much anything. Bringing him a cup of coffee before Hongjoong even got his jacket off and sat down on his desk, Seonghwa wasn't even required to do so and Hongjoong had never asked him to, booting up his pc. Seonghwa was truly a punctual and diligent worker, easily making Hongjoong need to admit it truly wasn't as bad to have an assistant as it felt like before. They talked a lot and Hongjoong showed him small things he often does, or at times there was silence when Hongjoong was working on the mannequins. Glasses on, sleeves rolled up and measurement tape in his hands taking all the measures so he knew where and how much to cut. He could feel Seonghwa's eyes on him, careful not to disturb, until he himself turned to look at the younger to listen to what the other had to say.

The younger told him about some emails he had replied to, already caught hang on those too and what emails he could reply to on behalf of Hongjoong, what he had to forward and which ones were something he wasn't entirely sure of and had to ask about. In a way it made Hongjoong feel pride, he had made a good enough impression on Seonghwa too that his assistant knew he could ask without being judged on why he didn't already figure it out. Even the local event went smoothly and he could see how Seonghwa handled more pressure, each moment making it more and more clear that the younger was made for the role and would definitely have his contract turned into full-time if he so wished, taken in mind the studies and possibility for those continuing more actively after a year long break.

Everything was going smoothly, as it should be, months went by and Hongjoong signed a proper contract with Seonghwa, Wooyoung handling all the paper works for them and congratulating Seonghwa for his good work so far. That moment Seonghwa had almost beamed, smiled so brightly and thanked sincerely for the kind words, additionally thanking for the opportunity to work in the company.

After that the air was different Seonghwa was more relaxed, it could be seen from the way he walked. The sound of the heels clicking against the floor as Seonghwa headed towards Hongjoong's office was different after the contract was signed, more confident and whole being oozing that he got it aura.

Exactly a month after the signing of full contract, Hongjoong asked Seonghwa if he had any plans from next week's Tuesday to Thursday evening in case he wanted to come with him to fashion event, the younger man said yes before Hongjoong had been able to fully finish his sentences, blushing in embarrassment and apologizing for his eagerness that caused him to cut Hongjoong off. It was not a big deal for him but he knew Seonghwa dreaded all those moments still, there was hierarchy between them that shouldn't be crossed expected by the society.

They were professional.

Which made it even worse when Seonghwa had accidentally, he swears, stumbled towards Hongjoong's office in the early morning a day before the fashion event as he saw the door open, just to freeze upon hearing woman's voice from the inside, "you have been working too much, you can have social life too", the woman's voice was soft and it made him carefully peek inside. Instantly recognizing the elegantly dressed woman as Hongjoong's ex-wife, the one his smoking hot boss had been telling about sometimes. How they are still close friends, smiling cutely when he explained how sometimes people just fall out of love and realize they are better off as friends than partners and it was best for them and their sons to break up. But Seonghwa hadn't seen the woman at the company building before, making him wonder the meaning of such early morning talk. His eyes trailed towards his boss, looking as good as always, as handsome as every single time Seonghwa was able to share his day with none other than the Kim Hongjoong, an icon in the fashion industry. Pioneer of something bold and new, unique style remarkable and everything Seonghwa admired. The older man's long dark hair was pushed back in slicked back style, he was wearing suit with suit jacket lowered to the back of the chair and sleeves rolled as he leaned against the side of his desk, staring out of the window into the misty city just like his ex-wife did.

"Yeah, I know— I just don't know it would work out, I'm an old man, who am I going to find?" Hongjoong laughed and it made Seonghwa's heart hurt. He hadn't seen that kind of laugh before and he wanted to hear that over and over again now, wanting to burst in and say that Hongjoong wasn't that old and add something that would make the older man laugh. Yet he stayed still, eavesdropping his boss and his ex-wife, seeing the women look towards Hongjoong, "I think that's underplaying it, we were married for twelve years, I know when you aren't actually even trying, even I'm dating someone new now, so you can too as it's only healthy", the woman's words making Hongjoong hum, taking off his glasses and letting out a sigh.

"We were better as best friends, I was better as friends with Wooyoung too when we were in school, it makes me wonder if it would ever work out. It's hard to find someone who would genuinely care and not just my wallet. Though there was this one guy—", Hongjoong spoke, his words trailed off as Seonghwa's heart missed a beat, his eyes widened as his mind processed what he heard. All these months he had thought his drop dead gorgeous and handsome, and cute, and everything, boss was a straight man, but now he finds out Hongjoong wasn't. It made something twist around his heart, made his stomach feel weird. All this time he had been in the presence of someone he maybe could have an astronomically small chance with and it made him almost feel dizzy. It made Seonghwa force himself to take a few steps away from the door, collecting his own mind after nearly screaming out loud to let out pent up feelings. He had developed so huge crush on his boss in the past months it was painful, ever since he saw the man for the first time and saw that he was so much better in real life than images, and even the images were absolutely stunning and Hongjoong was the most beautiful person he had ever laid his eyes on. Still he remained close enough to hear, "is he nice?" an eager question that made Seonghwa's heart drop from miles high and crash down in seconds. Oh right, they were talking about their current romantic life and there was more than a small chance Hongjoong was already talking actively to one of Mr. Jung's friends.

"It didn't work out so, I'm back at square one and Wooyoung keeps trying to set me up to blind dates", Hongjoong says with ease as if it never even bothered him in the first place. While Seonghwa just listened as he stood frozen in place, hugging the tablet more against his chest like a lifeline, fighting against the blush that tried to creep to his face. He had never wanted someone this much and all of this talk was feeding his own mind, his crush on Hongjoong. He wanted him. He wanted him in every possible way it was imaginable, not the money, but his hot boss he referred to as a dilf to his friends, the boss who was fourteen years older than him, but Seonghwa didn't care. He didn't just only want Hongjoong, he needed him.

Shaking the thoughts from his mind as he had things to do, he had a job! Finally pushing the professionalism on top of his mind, on his spot outside of the office gently stamped the floor in order to make his heels click against the floor to let them know someone was approaching. Before he took the steps towards the door this time in purpose to be seen, he reached to knock the open door and peeked inside carefully, "good morning, sir, I can come back later too if I came in a bad time", an apologetic voice as he looked towards the woman and bowed slightly to her. Fixing his posture to look towards his boss again who was still leaning against the side of his desk, glasses lowered to the desk before Hongjoong pushed himself to stand properly, "no no, you are good Seonghwa, please come on in", making a hand gesture towards him. The woman softly smiling at him, before turning to look at Hongjoong, cupped his cheeks softly, "I will go now, but remember, you are allowed to live your own life too, your sons would love to see you have some other life than work too", the woman spoke and nodded before turning around and walking towards Seonghwa who remained standing still there. The woman nodded at him and walked past him to the hallway, Seonghwa slightly turned to look after her before staring back at his cute looking boss with a confused look on his own face.

"My ex-wife, she visits sometimes— but did you have something to inform me of?" Hongjoong changed the subject instantly from any signs of his personal life to business. It made Seonghwa bite his lip when all he wanted to do was to walk to the older, push him against the desk and kiss him, and whisper against his probably soft feeling lips how he wants to devour him. Instead Seonghwa nodded, opened the tablet and looked into the calendar app, opening the days schedule for him to view, "so you have meeting with the managers at 8:30, you promised to get a coffee with Mr. Jung and Mr. Choi afterwards and there are more urgent emails for you to look at that I will forward to you again, I'm going to also remind you later again", he read out the things marked down to the application.

But that day was the day everything shifted between them, Seonghwa knew it clearer than Hongjoong did as now he was on a mission to bed his own boss he keeps dreaming off and who is the only thing in his months during late nights alone in his own apartment. Carrying the slight shame to the next day at work, it wasn't normal to jerk off to the idea of his own boss on his knees, mouth open and tongue lolling out wanting to be choked by Seonghwa's cock. Though it was also something Seonghwa kept thinking at work, or how he wanted to drop down to his knees in front of his boss, and eat him whole, worship every doubt out of the man so divine Seonghwa felt ruined forever without even touching Hongjoong like that. Seonghwa was down bad before he truly caught himself spiraling into it.

Somehow the knowledge of knowing Hongjoong wasn't exactly against dating another man, gave hope, maybe it was false hope, but it was still hope to someone as desperate as Seonghwa. Now his mind was plagued with Hongjoong and only him, the way the man had his arm resting on the steering wheel as they were waiting for the lights to change the next day on their way to the airport. The sunglasses on, leather gloves covering his hands and black more casual brand jacket, white button up shirt with loose black tie around the collar of the shirt and those simple black jeans and Seonghwa was literally losing his mind. Don't get him started on all the accessories, multiple necklaces, earrings, rings under the gloves, Seonghwa could see the outlines and he wasn't doing well in his own head. How much he just wanted to kiss the older man breathless, how much he wanted to get those legs around his waist as he fucked Hongjoong into next century, to show that Hongjoong wasn't just some old man as he seemed to refer himself as, but a damn wet dream. Seonghwa needed to fight himself to look away, towards the tablet screen as he looked at the lineup to the fashion event where multiple brands gathered to present their works through chosen celebrities and models. He should be more stressed on going to such events if it wasn't a literal living distraction driving a car that cost way more than Seonghwa's annual salary and rent combined, he didn't even want to know really as it would make him too scared to even sit on the leather seat.

Maybe it was all planned as Seonghwa walked behind Hongjoong in the airport, masking it as looking around when almost the only thing he saw was the way Hongjoong's hips swayed and how his ass moved with every single step. He felt almost like salivating, actually needing to look at the stores in the airport so he wouldn't choke onto his own saliva, sending panicked messages in the group chat with his friends how the dilf was going to be death of him, he wasn't going to survive and they should remember Seonghwa as a man who had a dream which is to sleep with his boss. Just one chance and he wouldn't ask ever again if Hongjoong didn't in the end like it.

It was the only thing he was thinking about the entire flight from the country he had never left before into the heart of fashion, big events he had never thought of attending in any capacity. It was all different when they landed, there were people waiting for them with big smiles and interpreters ready to help them with anything, carrying their bags as Seonghwa's attention finally left his own boss to look at the scenery. Everything was so stunning as he took pictures after pictures like some tourist, still taking pictures for his friends in the hotel room he got to stay in some high end fancy hotel. Not even having time to unpack as he looked through all the nice things the room had from a big spacious bathroom to a super soft bed that could drown him, laying on the sheets and staring up to the ceiling. Never in his wildest dreams did he expect to end up somewhere like this, and all paid out by the company.

Knock pushing him up, heading to the door and behind it was Hongjoong, stylish rimless glasses sitting so prettily on his face, the older man smiled at him and that damn smile made his heart twist painfully in his chest, "meet me in the lobby in 15 minutes, then we will head to the venue to check all the models are good to start", the man informed him with soft voice before starting to himself walk down the hallway. Seonghwa looked after him, checking out the man as he seemed to do now every time he could, and actually did before too like some lovestruck fool. Seonghwa didn't know it could get any worse than this until they were at the venue, Hongjoong had lowered his jacket on one of the chairs, rolled up his sleeves and started to help some of his staff members to quickly fix a broken down clothing piece. The entire time, Seonghwa stood there, biting his lower lip, his eyes glued to the hands that had strong grip onto the fabric, listening to the man's sure and authoritative voice telling what they should do and those veins. Seonghwa wanted those hands to hold his neck and pull him into a messy kiss after Seonghwa had sucked the older off until he would be shaking. He seriously needed to touch grass.

When the evening came, the night turned into an after party, Hongjoong connecting with other designers and big names from the industry, Seonghwa was there. On the side, watching, slowly sipping his drink, his eyes glued onto his boss like a predator who had finally spotted a prey to devour. He needed the Kim Hongjoong more than he needed air to breathe, he just hoped he wasn't the only one yearning hopelessly. Yet the plans to flirt with the older kind of got ruined, Seonghwa was more drunk than he had expected after stimulating drinks in hopes of being braver, ending up with one arm on Hongjoong's shoulders as he barely was able to walk by himself. Giggling to his boss about something unimportant, "I don't think you can take alcohol so well, so maybe next time tone it down a bit, okay?" Hongjoong sounded so much like a parent Seonghwa didn't want to listen as he shook his drooping head.

"I'm fine, boss. Never been better, atleast— I'm not drooling after you", Seonghwa laughed once they were in the elevator heading to their floor, not even noticing how the man had frozen upon hearing his words. Oblivious to what he was even saying, "you looked so good today, if I wasn't this drunk I would have probably wanted to jump you", he continued with a cheerful yet slurred voice. Leaning a bit more against the older. Mumbling something meaningless when Hongjoong helped him from the elevator towards the right hotel rooms, getting Seonghwa's keycard from his pocket as the younger just spoke something completely random. His mind didn't even register the steps he was taking, nor what was even happening as he was helped into the dark hotel room and he crashed onto the soft sheets. Ignoring the huff Hongjoong let out about Seonghwa needed to sleep the alcohol from his system and he would feel better the next day, "noooo, I won't feel better because you aren't mine and it's breaking my heart", and with that his hazy mind was sad. He nearly sobbed on his own as he sat up to lazily remove his shoes and just being pathetic. He didn't pay attention when Hongjoong left, he didn't even know how he actually ended up in his bed comfortably sleeping, but the headache that arrived in the morning told he might have fucked up.

But after spending the entire next day with sunglasses covering his eyes and water bottle in hand, with his boss acting more distant as if they were in the beginning where Seonghwa was just a staff member who had recently started with no ties to Hongjoong. There was no easy chatting, it was all awkward, there was no small jokes or guiding on how Seonghwa could do things efficiently and better without extra trouble. He felt awful and he wanted to know why, what the fuck did he say? But he still acted professional, like the assistant and secretary he was hired to be, he checked calendars, informed if the date worked for Hongjoong or not as the man turned to look at him with that too professional expression and waited for schedule check. That’s how the rest of the event went, Seonghwa didn't drink at all rest of the time and now feeling sick from entire different reasons, he tried to few times asks what he did in fact say, but Hongjoong had just smiled at him and told not to worry about it, telling how people sometimes say unwanted things when intoxicated and he understood that was the case again.

In reality, Hongjoong had a battle with himself. He hoped he had heard wrong, he hoped Seonghwa didn't mean what he said as it didn't make sense. Why would someone as young as Seonghwa be moderately even interested, well there were people who liked weirder things so who was Hongjoong to actually judge. The thing was, ever since Hongjoong laid his eyes on the younger, he knew Seonghwa was his exact style he tends to be attracted to with people, especially men. Seonghwa was tall, he was handsome with and without makeup, Seonghwa was toned and Hongjoong just knew he was almost like sculpted from marble into the most perfect look. And suddenly hearing how the younger mourned at not having Hongjoong as his, caused the worst case of crisis he has had in years. Seonghwa wasn't just hired to the company due to his qualifications and potential, Hongjoong knew it and it was the hidden subject he had brought up to Wooyoung the very same day. And to the day of the event he had refused to acknowledge whatever there was going on and how much he wanted to steer himself towards the younger, just for the bottle to be opened by Seonghwa himself and his drunken confessions. He couldn't believe it, while at the same time his own heart hammered in his chest every time his assistant even leaned closer, feeling caught in a trap, but playing it cool. Even when it meant acting like Seonghwa was just another staff member.

Don't get Hongjoong wrong, he would love to get to know Seonghwa better. He would love to talk to him outside of the working hours. He would love to see how serious the younger man really was. But as the older of the two, he had to have common sense, he had to have critical thinking and put an end to it before it turned into more, it was expected. And Seonghwa was still closer to Hongjoong's son's ages than Hongjoong's own, the gap was too great to ignore. 14 years was not something to joke about and Hongjoong wasn't going to be seen as someone using the inexperience of a younger person in order to find some sense of love.

He hoped it all would return to normal magically, as if the event never happened, but he couldn't relax knowing the man who was hired as his assistant drooled after him and he knew Seonghwa never stopped doing so. He could feel the eyes on himself, on his back lingering longer than it was necessary. He see the younger stare in the corner of his eyes when Hongjoong was showing how some sewing was done, but Seonghwa wasn't even looking at the piece of cloth that was shown, no, his eyes were on Hongjoong, the gaze dropped more than once to look at his arms there were visible due to rolled up sleeves and suddenly it all made the older feel exposed. He was definitely, 100%, being undressed by someone's eyes, being admired like Hongjoong was forbidden to actually touch or approach. And he felt the same way. It would cross near all boundaries in the business setting if he even slightly fed Seonghwa's mind more with a hope that was rooted there, and it could be scandalous for him to sleep with his staff member. What would people even think? Look at them wrong? Definitely.

That was all Hongjoong had to stress about, had to wonder late at nights as he decided to keep acting like Seonghwa was just just a hired staff member. He had to be professional from the two.

Though Hongjoong was a weak man when it came to basking in the attention of someone so much younger. His heart skipped every time he could feel the hungry eyes on him, words died in his mouth as he saw Seonghwa stand in the entrance of his office in elegant suit and heels, how the smile made Hongjoong feel like a teenager in love with the butterflies in his stomach all of the sudden. Maybe it was pathetic of Hongjoong to try to keep the attention on himself a bit longer, maybe he wanted to be yearned by the other as he worked on the clothing pieces turning the ideas from paper into reality. Maybe he wanted to lean against Seonghwa's desk to look over Seonghwa at the computer screen when the younger was showing something, just to see the eyes trail on his hand as he pointed something on the screen. Or the way Seonghwa leaned away from him in order to turn to look at him while explaining something. There was really nothing he wanted more than Seonghwa.

After just a couple of months since confession and allowing his mind to have a crisis, it started to slowly give in to the entertaining idea of maybe. Leaving his mind a mess and forgetfulness out of control, something that Seonghwa had most likely noticed too, but didn't mention it as he reminded Hongjoong again of something he had been forgetting and pushing for the past three days out of respect. And this time he was about to do the call, "I will do that now, it's already starting to be quite late so you should go home now, thank you for you hard work today", Hongjoong waved the younger off as he pressed call button on his phone to finally do the work call. He stood in front of the window, looking down at the dark city where artificial lights lit up the area, finishing one of the showcase deals with local business, call dragging on and he didn't even bother to look towards the door expecting to be alone by now. Opening his own calendar book on his desk to look through the days while wondering possible meeting times with the client, until there was someone's finger pointing onto an empty day. Hongjoong's mind blanking, head snapping up to look at Seonghwa who stared straight back at him, finger still pressed against the page of the calendar.

Hongjoong stuttered to the phone call, collecting himself and apologized over it, telling the day and excusing himself, how he had to keep going now as it was late. The client agreed, wishing him a good night before the line died and Hongjoong was frozen in place, "you should go home, it's already late and you are on overtime", he tried to collect his own authority to make his assistant leave before it would all be awkward. But instead, Seonghwa took a step closer, Hongjoong turning around to face him properly as the younger rounded around the desk in front of him. The picture perfect face with not a single drop of makeup on still looked handsome and Hongjoong hated himself for admitting it, just as he hated himself when his eyes dropped to those lips he only wanted to feel against his own. Nagging voices back of his mind telling how unprofessional this was, how his thoughts were not allowed and all the scandalous situations this could bring up if he doesn't stop them.

He saw Seonghwa's lips twist into a soft smile as the man leaned slightly closer, while instinctively Hongjoong leaned back, hips pushed back to get support from the desk behind him. Looking up to the taller man's eyes again, trying to read what was behind the gaze but failing, or more of he dated not to think what the dark eyes really meant. Seonghwa was standing so close, and even closer after he could hear a small click of the heels against the floor, "tell me, Mr. Kim—", Seonghwa started as his words trailed off. Eye contact was near unbearable, but Hongjoong tried to keep himself upright to face the younger. Suddenly hating how Mr. Kim rolled from those lips, with ease while Hongjoong had a crisis of his lifetime while at the same time he loved the attention he got from someone so much younger.

"Tell me— that I'm just reading the room wrong and I will go", Seonghwa continued with patience and Hongjoong knew exactly what the younger meant with those exact words, he knew he could softly reject Seonghwa now. He could tell him to leave and never talk of his evening again, act like they were meant to be, professional with no feelings attached. Hongjoong didn't want that though, he knew there was part of him that told him to just find someone closer to his own age, while a greater part of him only wanted Seonghwa. Even when in his mind it was near clear what the answer would be, he kept his body unmoving while the younger's eyes were on him attentively, patiently.

From the two, Hongjoong gave in first after a moment that felt like eternity, but in reality was only a minute or so. His hands moved to the front of Seonghwa's dress shirt to grab his tie, before pulling him down, closer so their lips crashed together. It was possessive the moment the younger's mind caught up with the kiss, it was overpowering as Seonghwa tilted his head up by cupping his neck and jaw to deepen the kiss. It was full of bottled up desire from Seonghwa's part, from the way the younger put all of the effort into it and it made Hongjoong realize how he had almost forgotten how it felt to be kissed like this. Kissed like someone's life depended on it, Seonghwa acted just like that. Devouring presence as their lips moved together in synchronised manner, Hongjoong's hand wrapped around the tie, eyes half lidded as slowly Seonghwa pulled away from him. Those big hands still holding the sides of his neck and jaw, the younger's darkened eyes staring down at him as he smiled, "you have no idea how much I want you", his assistant's voice was deep, yet clearest sound that has ever ringed in Hongjoong's ears in months. He felt like melting as there was something on the way Seonghwa simply existed, there was something that demanded attention, demanded control and Hongjoong wanted to give anything the younger could ever ask.

"Seonghwa—", Hongjoong's voice didn't even rise above the whisper, as the younger already leaned down again to tenderly kiss his lips, this time it was slow and deliberate, more meaningful. He could feel Seonghwa's hands drop, fingers dragging over his clothed chest, moving to his sides before snaking to his lower back to pull him even closer, away from leaning against the desk. Kissing turned into soft pecks of lips, "would you let me fuck you?" Seonghwa asked against his lips, Hongjoong could feel the lips move against his own as the other spoke. The reality hitting him, he hadn't bottomed for another man near twenty years, if Seonghwa even meant it like the way, but his heart hoped Seonghwa meant it like that. He couldn't handle realizing after the internal crisis they would fall from the closeness due to preferences not matching, "I haven't bottomed in ages", same soft whisper, but no longer able to stare into the younger's eyes, gaze trailing from his eyes to the wall behind him.

"Oh, darling, I will make it worth it for you, want to make you moan out my name", Seonghwa smirked before kissing him again with hunger, those hands slipped lower on his ass, kneading the flesh making Hongjoong slightly moan into the kiss. How the nickname echoed in his brain, making him feel somehow younger. Suddenly the younger lifted him up just a bit to get Hongjoong to sit on the edge of the desk as if Hongjoong weighed nothing, his legs parted from memory of the past inviting Seonghwa between his thighs, still through the shuffling, the kissing continued, but the younger had deepened it, licking into his mouth as his hands trailed Hongjoong's body through the clothes. The older pressed his hands against Seonghwa's chest, abandoning the tie to move his hands up, over Seonghwa's shoulders to grab the back of his head. Seonghwa's lips moving from his own, dropped down to kiss his jaw, and lower as Hongjoong tilted his head back in near automation allowing Seonghwa to get what he wanted even when it included soft kisses against Hongjoong's neck, soft nips just mild enough to not leave marks onto the skin. But Seonghwa's attention dropped lower, Hongjoong feeling full body shudder going through him as the younger slowly opened buttons on his dress shirt, just moving the tie to the side in order to kiss the newly revealed skin of Hongjoong's chest, "so smooth, seems like you take care of yourself, maybe you have been wanting me to fuck you for months and been preparing", Seonghwa smirked. Those words made Hongjoong's cheeks burn, he did love to keep himself tidy, but it wasn't with hidden motives, or it wasn't before, but lately, was it? Did Hongjoong secretly wait for Seonghwa to make a move when Hongjoong didn't himself dare to cross the thin line of professionalism and intimacy?

The thoughts burned his skin even more as he remembered the times he in fact, was thinking about the younger in a damn shower, making a quick stop to it the moment he caught his mind wandering. Keeping the defensive words in his mouth as he let go of Seonghwa's black long hair in order to use his hands as support while leaning back, eyes hazily following the younger drop down to his knees on the floor, between Hongjoong's legs, slowly mapping the skin lower and lower before he left careful kisses just above his belt onto his stomach. And those sharp eyes looked up at him between soft tender kisses, hands snaking to hold Hongjoong's legs, fingertips pressed against his inner thighs, "are you sure you want this?" Seonghwa asked with care in his voice. Hongjoong knew it was just normal to ask, but it made his heart flutter, he hadn't expected the younger to actually be this caring, much different in tone compared to all those people he had tried to talk to after deciding to try dating again after divorce.

"Yeah, I am. Just pl—", he cut himself off before continuing, seeing the way Seonghwa's lips twisted into a smirk, eyes darkening with the lust dwelling inside that body as he leaned a bit up to properly look at Hongjoong.

"You were saying?" the younger's voice was velvety, filled with suggestion and subtle demand of Hongjoong to keep going what he was almost saying. If he wouldn't be so caught up in the growing feeling of lust in his own veins, he would have snapped something back as if Seonghwa hurt his ego, but instead now, seeing Seonghwa between his thighs, holding his legs and licking his own lips with that sinful tongue of his— "please– please, Seonghwa", those small words seemed to set something upon them, an unsaid dynamic where Hongjoong gave up his control to someone fourteen years younger than he was, as if his position was nothing. Leaving him biting his lip as he saw Seonghwa unbuckle his belt all determined, open his pants and take Hongjoong's already half hard cock from his pants, he couldn't turn his eyes off when he felt Seonghwa's hand grab him, move on his length a few times before he could feel Seonghwa's tongue licking his tip. The older's breath hitched, one of his hands flew to his mouth to bite his own finger as Seonghwa took him into his mouth, sucking on the tip, before kissing it and gently nibbing, those dark eyes focused onto the older. One of the the younger's hands on his cock, while the other hand had moved up to hold Hongjoong's chest, squeezing as the younger took him deeper into his mouth starting to bob his head. Hongjoong's head falling back as he couldn't hold back the moans, it had been so long since he got this far with anyone and the fact it was his stunning assistant sucking him off at the moment added to his pleasure. It did mean he felt slightly pent up, not even realizing how much he had craved someone's touch until he was in this exact moment. Suddenly his leg kicked up as Seonghwa took him so deep, Hongjoong was completely swallowed by the younger, Seonghwa not even caring as he just moved the older's leg to his shoulder and kept going. The obscene sounds echoing in the room, soft groans from Seonghwa who enjoyed it as much as Hongjoong did, hard for him to control the moans slipping past his lips, "fuck, Seonghwa", he breathed out the younger's name who never slowed down the movements of his head.

As Hongjoong felt like he was about to cum, Seonghwa stopped, string of saliva connecting the younger's mouth to Hongjoong's hard cock, hand continuing to jerk him off as those dark eyes now looked at Hongjoong, the way the older's face twisted in pleasure, the way his breathing hitched and broke with moans. Seonghwa dropping Hongjoong's leg from his shoulder before lifting himself up to his legs more to kiss Hongjoong's chest where his other hand was still squeezing and massaging the flesh, "so beautiful", he could feel Seonghwa murmur against his skin before suddenly biting harder than before, hand around Hongjoong's cock squeezing and stopping him from going over the edge. Hongjoong cried out with a voice he didn't even recognize as his own, "hey no– no marks", he tried to recover from the bite as the teeth let go of his pec just next to his nipple, followed by a couple of soft kisses and gentle nibbing of his nipple which made Hongjoong squirm. Seonghwa hummed at him, "no one is going to see your chest other than me, so I think we are safe", the younger said before lifting his head to kiss Hongjoong's lips and Hongjoong's own taste still hanging on Seonghwa's tongue. Kissing turned more heated when his assistant started to jerk Hongjoong off faster, this time with sole intention of making the older cum, moving his hand until Hongjoong couldn't focus properly onto the kiss as he moaned against Seonghwa's lips. Hand moving in sure manner until the palm covered his tip just before Hongjoong came with a groan mixed into a moan, "good boy", words fell from Seonghwa's mouth with ease and it shouldn't have affected Hongjoong as much it really did, yet he registered his mind perking up at the words, he couldn't stop the whine escaping from his body as a reply and he hated that sound with passion.

Though for Seonghwa the reaction seemed to be something preferred, based on the way he once again smiled against the older's lips between tender kisses before pulling himself away. Hongjoong definitely didn't enjoy seeing how the younger lifted his hand, showing the cum dripping along his palm, those eyes on the droplets before turning to look at the older again, "you made a bit of a mess, Mr. Kim", used title twisting his stomach. He wanted to tell the younger to not call him that in moment like this, just for the words to die in his mouth when he saw Seonghwa move his hand closer to his face, finger tips pressing against his lips, "open your mouth for me", clear authority in the voice hidden with the pure looking smile.

Hongjoong's heart missed another beat and if it kept going, he was probably going to have a heart attack, how his mind wanted to tune with whatever dynamics there were lingering around them. Without even thinking, he parted his lips to allow cum covered fingers slip into his mouth, bitter taste overcoming his senses in an addictive way. The lips closing out of instinct, mouth lax and tongue lolling out as Seonghwa's fingers pressed against his tongue, against his teeth before pushing deeper, moving out and back in like the older was just fingering his mouth, from time to time pulling his fingers completely out to gather remaining cum more to his fingers before pushing back into his mouth again, the entire time, Seonghwa's other hand held Hongjoong's waist and kept him on the edge of the desk for Seonghwa to hump his clothed cock against the older's sensitive one. Hongjoong moaned around the fingers, sucking those more until there was no longer bitter taste on Seonghwa's fingers and the younger pulled his hand away, dragging Hongjoong from the edge of the desk with one fluid movement to turn him around the press the older's face against the desk, bending him over then and there.

It alarmed something in Hongjoong's mind, he wanted this, but he didn't know if he wanted it here, in his office.

"Seonghwa", he said the name of the other who didn't seem to register as if the mind was preoccupied, based on the careful touching on his backside, it definitely was the case.

"Baby", a sweeter name seemed to get the attention from the younger as he could feel the warm body against his back. He felt Seonghwa's soft breath against the shell of his ear, "yes, darling?" the polite question sounded so innocent while the younger's hands were nothing but that, groping his ass through the pants, massaging this flesh. Lips turning sinful when his assistant waited for his next words, kissing the skin behind his ear, licking along his neck before nibbing gently.

"Not here– I want you, but not here, please, let's go to my place", Hongjoong breathed out heavily, suddenly feeling as if he ruined something when he felt Seonghwa pull away from him allowing the older to push himself back up, tug himself back to his pants and overall dress up properly again. Entire time Seonghwa didn't seem to lose his mood, unable to resist himself and move some scattered papers in tidier pile as Hongjoong looking at him while needing to button every single button on his shirt again, "couldn't resist, you look juicy, and won't resist at your place either", Seonghwa was straightforward as he spoke. The younger leaned closer to press a quick kiss on Hongjoong's lips, catching him so off guard he just stood there stunned for a moment as Seonghwa cleaned the corners of his mouth with his finger, "we don't want people to see you all messy", and Hongjoong felt like he was taken care of, but not in the normal caretaking way. In his body he felt the caretaking more in the dominant way, in a way where Seonghwa had decided to take care of his sub and it made Hongjoong's skin burn up as he fought against the blush trying to appear.

Somehow it didn't feel weird as they walked out of the office a short time after, heading towards the elevator as Seonghwa's possessive arm was on Hongjoong's lower back, snaking its way to his waist as they waited. Hongjoong barely remembered to take the hand off from himself before the door opened to the lobby where he suspected a night guard being, and he was right. Two night guards turned to look at him and nodded politely as Hongjoong wished the two of them a good night, walking in front of Seonghwa who followed, the heels clicking against the floor behind him. He knew Seonghwa used public transport in order to come to work, so it worked more than well for them to take Hongjoong's car, it also seemed to be where Seonghwa was heading anyways, hand against on the older's waist when they started to walk through near empty garage as barely no one worked at this late in the company anymore. More often than not, it was only Hongjoong's and night guards cars in the garage whenever he decided to head back home.

Pressing a button on his keys for the car to beep, lights flashing quickly and doors unlocking. With the same familiar automation, he walked to the passengers side, opening the door for Seonghwa and keeping it open until the younger was comfortably sitting in the car before closing the door and rounding to the other side of the car. Opening drivers side door, getting inside and starting the car while Seonghwa had tablet in his hands adding new appointments to the calendar, nonchalant as if they weren't literally going to Hongjoong's place to fuck. Middle of the trip making Hongjoong jump from his skin when Seonghwa's hand landed on his thigh, fingertips sneaking more to his inner thigh, gently moving up while Hongjoong fought for his life to keep his attention on the road ahead and focused onto the traffic which was near non-existential on this hour, "Seonghwa, I'm driving", he tried to make the younger to take his hand off.

"Oh I know you are, so stay focused on that, darling. And let me enjoy this—", Seonghwa spoke as he gently squeezed Hongjoong's inner thigh, slowly hand trailing more up and the older just wanted to park the car, pull Seonghwa into a heated kiss and let the younger fuck him then and there in the car no matter how awful it would be for his back the next day. Seeing in the corner of his eye the way Seoghwa's body turned slightly so his back was leaning more against the window, while those eyes were staring at Hongjoong. The feeling of being stared at made the older to quickly look towards the other before focusing onto the road again, but now the only thing he could really see in the corner of his eye, was Seonghwa.

"I'm just thinking about what I'll do to you when we get to your place, I think you will love it. I want to eat you out and finger you until you are just a shaking mess for me, fuck you until you can't properly stand anymore. I would love to make you feel so good that I'm the only one in your mind for days, no one else would ever cross your mind", words the younger spoke sounded like a promise that made the older's skin tingle, he was already thinking of Seonghwa more often than he should have as his literal boss. Refusing to dwell into that thought longer as it would cause him to possibly reject them from going further, the more he thought about it on a professional level, the more it felt illegal to him. Yet the hand heavily on his thigh, where fingers pressed more into his inner thigh, remained, it was like a grounding force keeping his composure up when all Hongjoong wanted to do was to doubt himself, doubt if this was really the right thing to do. Maybe he should wait longer, maybe he shouldn't sleep with this assistant as it would be unprofes— "I can see you are overthinking, just listen to my voice and focus on driving, you are doing so well", and the voice pulled Hongjoong from his thoughts, his brain realizing he was really still driving in autopilot turned on in his mind. His whole body had jolted slightly, hands grabbing the steering wheel until his knuckles were turning slightly white, the movement earned a small tap against his inner thigh from the younger.

"I want to give you everything, love you like you deserve every single day. Show you how much I have wanted you for month— fuck you like you need me to, whenever you want me to", Seonghwa finished with honeyed words, while his fingers idly drew symbols on Hongjoong's inner thigh riling him up an immense amount. It made him realize just how serious the younger was, how it wasn't only sex for him even at this moment, how the younger thought of the future, how he spoke like there was a longtime plan in his mind and Seonghwa was going towards that without looking back. It made Hongjoong's heart feel near painful in his chest, he was desired more than he had ever expected by someone so much younger, and it was the only thing ringing in his mind the rest of the drive to the apartment complex's garage. Parking to the designated spot next to another car he owned worth way more than the one he was driving currently, sports car unsuitable whenever he had to carry lots of work stuff or pick up his sons, still there, waiting for the summer to be used.

"You are deadly", Hongjoong nearly hissed in desperation to the younger as he unbuckled his own seatbelt, Seonghwa drew his hands back to unbuckle his belt with a small light laugh, smirking knowingly. Seonghwa leaned closer, over the center console into the older's space, "did I get under your skin, Mr. Kim?" words coming off near purring from the younger whose eyes were focused on Hongjoong. He bit his own lower lip, gaze dropping to those sinful lips he greedily wanted everywhere on himself. Was it selfish for someone like him to want Seonghwa like this? Giving up on caring like a professional he no longer was with this exact man as Hongjoong leaned closer to kiss the younger, his hand moved to grab the back of Seonghwa's head. Fingers tangled with his black hair to pull him closer and with the same enthusiasm or even more, Seonghwa kissed back, pulling Hongjoong closer by his tie, "you keep being sexy like this—", Seonghwa groaned between kisses.

"And I'll make you ride me right here, in this car", the younger continued before pushing Hongjoong off gently, and at that moment, Hongjoong had the urge to say he would do it. Only being stopped by his brain reminding why they even got in this garage in the first place, "you keep riling me up, you are part of the problem", he spoke with a low voice, but finally exited the car and before the younger could even open his door, Hongjoong was there. He opened the door for Seonghwa, keeping it open as he watched him get out of the car, heels clicking against the concrete of the garage.

"I surely promise you to be an even bigger problem for when I get you to your bedroom", shameless words rolling past Seonghwa's lips as he moved past Hongjoong with their bags the younger had remembered to pick up from the office while Hongjoong had been preoccupied. For a moment he just looked after the younger, closing the car door and pressing the button on his keys to see lights blink and heading after the sound of the heels. The moment he caught up with Seonghwa, there was a hand on his lower back, pulling him closer in a way that screamed this one is mine at anyone who happened to walk past them. How it made Hongjoong feel weird, Seonghwa was bold when it came to showcasing things, expressive and the domineering aura around him was everything Hongjoong had needed. With his ex-wife, it was much different. It was always soft and equal, there was nothing wrong with that, at one point she used to be the love of his life after all, but honestly none of the experiences he has had before could even be moderately compared to Seonghwa.

In the elevator, Hongjoong had to grab Seonghwa's wrist so the younger would stop squeezing his ass, hiss at him that there is security cameras in the elevator, which only caused the younger to lean closer, "let them see then", whisper hot against the shell of Hongjoong's ear. Followed by a pout after the wrist was locked in a sure grip that kept the hand away, "rude", the younger had said and the voice mirrored the added dramatism.

Hongjoong felt his heart beat the closer they got to his apartment, walking through the tidy and modern looking hallway where no other doors were located, only the door to his own apartment at the end of it as Hongjoong stopped in front of it. He tapped in the code to the lock, Seonghwa still standing next to him with a possessive hand returned to his lower back. Once the door was pushed open and they were greeted with a dark apartment which looked more like a model house of what luxury life could be rather than a place where someone actually lived, Hongjoong glanced at Seonghwa who instantly started to admire. Taking off his heels, still remaining taller than the older, now wandering more into the apartment to look around, "oh it's so fancy", the younger breathed out in awe.

"But I can see that you don't really live here", Seonghwa added and turned to face Hongjoong, who now followed him deeper into the penthouse. Words making the older nod, "yeah, mainly just come to sleep here at this point", he says finally seeing the place as a hollow shell without the soul of life. Stopping next to the younger, "I'm here more when my sons are visiting, but that's about it, company doesn't run alone", Hongjoong tried to defend himself yet falling short with his excuses as Seonghwa looked at him, eyes squinted in wonder. He saw the younger's expression change into something different as he stepped in front of him, "but it doe— I have seen the management team, they are top of their fields", there was no arguing with the point Seonghwa had brought up.

"You will rest tomorrow, whether you want it or not and if you don't want to rest because of your workaholism– I'll fuck you so good you can't get out of bed before noon if that's the only way to keep you from working", the man in front of him said, cupping Hongjoong's cheeks before kissing him softly. And it did sound enticing to him and something in him told, Seonghwa wasn't bluffing, but completely serious with every word that slipped past his lips. The promise of it makes Hongjoong kiss the younger man almost desperately, realizing just how much he needed and wanted Seonghwa right now, "please", Hongjoong asked just that. Being reminded by the mood that never left when hand dropped and pulled him impossibly close, making it clear just how hard Seonghwa was in his pants maybe from the sheer knowledge of what was going to happen. Those hands on him pulled his clothes, unbuttoning his shirt while the kiss turned breathless and deep. Hongjoong's own hands lowered to Seonghwa's chest, moving towards shoulders to sneak under the jacket he still had on, pushing it from his broad frame, feeling the muscles flex under the shirt and more than ever he wanted to see Seonghwa without any clothes on. The kiss still overpowering while Seonghwa pulled his hands from his body after opening the shirt completely and tugging it out of Hongjoong's dress pants, just for the younger to pull his own jacket off, without care dropping it somewhere to release his hands from the fabric and touch the bare skin again.

With a few steps that Seonghwa took towards him, making Hongjoong backing up, he was pressed against the wall as the younger greedily embraced the opportunity to let his hands wander Hongjoong's slightly toned body. Hands squeezing, kneading and wanting to map every single muscle he could as the kiss dropped again to Hongjoong's neck. This time he didn't even register the way Seonghwa sucked marks onto his skin, breath hitching in his throat when those fingers touched his nipples, gently at first before the touch turned rougher. Hongjoong's hands on Seonghwa's shoulders feeling the body underneath the dress shirt he wanted to get off so badly, clear moan escaped him when Seonghwa's leg slotted between his own, thigh pressed against Hongjoong's already hard cock, the want pooling in his stomach as without even thinking the rutted his hips against the thigh. Strong hands placed on his waist to move him and press him more against the wall while countless kisses were left on his neck and collarbones, "bedroom", Hongjoong was barely able to speak in the haze.

Pushing himself away from the wall to the space the younger gave him by stepping back, kisses moving up to his lips. Turning more scarce as they kept undressing while Hongjoong walked backwards, pulling Seonghwa along, "god— you are so hot", the younger murmured against his lips as he finally pulled the tie completely loose and off from around his neck. It was dropped somewhere on the floor, Hongjoong didn't even mind, only helping to take off his dress shirt. And finally, Seonghwa removed his own shirt as they stepped in the bedroom, still keeping up the kiss where Seonghwa was leading and Hongjoong just hungrily took everything that was given. Navigating through the room, Hongjoong knew the bed was behind him when he felt the hardwood floor changing to soft carpet located in the middle of the room. But too preoccupied to look around as he was pushed down onto his knees on the carpet just before the bed. Looking up as the other stood above him, looking down with a smile, fingers sliding under Hongjoong's chin to keep eye contact. He just only wanted to admire how Seonghwa looked, even when he could see a lot of his upper body, he wanted to see him better, he wanted to touch, "keep your hands down" and with that Hongjoong's hands felt heavy and unmoving. His shoulders dropped as he just stared at Seonghwa waiting for him to say something. Simple command to be still, and he did even when his body burned in anticipation of what was going to come.

"Good, aren't you listening so well", Seonghwa smiled, the praise making Hongjoong nod and swallow the moan that tried to escape past his own lips.

"There are some basics you need to know before we continue— you can choose a name you want to use on me, but I don't tolerate titles like daddy, mommy, sir or master. Be creative, I know you can do that", the younger spoke as he lowered himself enough to press a kiss on the older man's lips, it felt like a reassurance which pushed Hongjoong's mind to work and going through what in his own mind would describe Seonghwa, what would be special enough for him. Seonghwa's thumb brushed over his lips as the older's mind was filled with all the possibilities, "if at any point you want me to stop or you are uncomfortable in any way, say red", the younger continued, Hongjoong nodded, uncertain if he was allowed to talk, only listening.

"If you want change on anything, position, how I do things, don't want me to call you something specific I use on you or there is anything, like you wanting a break, say yellow", and the more the younger tells the rules, the more it starts to dawn on Hongjoong that Seonghwa wasn't new to this. Seeming more and more like he had experience for years while last time Hongjoong slightly felt submissive was over two decades ago, "if you are feeling good, everything is good, and you want to keep going, say green if I ask", Seonghwa finished, still the tender fingers touched his bottom lip before pushing it down. Instinctively Hongjoong opened his mouth to allow the thumb in and press against his tongue, "if you can't speak, even when it's because of your mouth being full or being overwhelmed, double tap me anywhere, leg, hand, back– anything does and I will slow or stop until you can speak", other added one more thing before pulling his thumb from Hongjoong's mouth. His mouth felt empty as if his brain was turning slowly into mush to do whatever Seonghwa wanted him to do, he had been in control of everything for so long that just letting someone else handle things, was in a way new, while in a way not entirely. Just a faded memory before the now luxurious and well known company.

"Tell me the colors", Seonghwa's voice was clear and serious, pushing through the haze that Hongjoong loved to feel clouding his brain.

"Red to stop if I don't like it, yellow if I want something to change or a small break. Green if I feel like I can keep going and I feel good, but if I can't speak and want to say a color, I need to double tap you", surprising to himself the way he was able to find his voice, yet it sounded slightly weak. It was enough for Seonghwa who nodded and smiled, "and do you have a name for me, dear?" Seonghwa followed up with a question. Suddenly Hongjoong felt stupid with the names he had in his mind, he didn't know what kind of titles Seonghwa really preferred and loved to use. Hongjoong repeated the ideas in his own mind like some kind of an echo, it didn't sound dominant. It didn't sound like a normal name that was used in situations like these, still he swallowed hard, "I— think— can I sometimes call you star?" feeling ashamed, he should have thought of something more fitting for the moment. But all he could see was Seonghwa standing over him with that same handsome face he saw on the first day and how the only thing in his mind was the way Seonghwa could be a good model. How he has seen the other, someone who could be a star, be the face to brands and lead the runways with elegance. Hongjoong smiled at Seonghwa, "as beautiful as you are in my eyes", the older said with a soft wavering voice.

Suddenly there were Seonghwa's lips on his hungrily, teeth biting his lower lip and making Hongjoong moan which seemed to be a perfect opportunity for Seonghwa to push his tongue into the older's mouth to deepen the kiss. The younger taking his breath away before breaking the kiss to look at him again, "such beautiful words from such pretty lips and all I can think of is to fuck your mouth, completely ruin you— make you mine and make you cry out for your star", Seonghwa breathed against his lips, words making Hongjoong shiver and squirm, "please", he said softly.

Nearly feeling salivating as he watched Seonghwa pull back, finally being allowed to admire how he looked, see the defined muscles, those wider shoulders that Hongjoong wanted to hold and ride the man until his own legs burned from the movement, willing to have his whole body be in pain the next day if that mean he could have piece of Seonghwa. Eyes dropped to the chest and the abs on Seonghwa's stomach, he hadn't even thought about how stunning Seonghwa truly was. Only wanting to see more, he wanted to see a focused and dark expression on him, he wanted to hear his groans and see him enjoy himself, Hongjoong wanted to see everything. And as he stared, while Seonghwa didn't move, he took the hint. Hongjoong raised his hands, fingers unhooking the belt, the whole time looking up to those sharp eyes. Seonghwa's hands came to unbuckle his own belt when he had deemed Hongjoong taking a tad too long, while the older suddenly felt highly aware of the situation. Seonghwa's movement drew Hongjoong's focus fully as he watched the younger take his hard length from his pants, sighing in relief to no longer being painfully rubbed by the fabric of the dress pants, hand pumping himself a couple of times. Hongjoong's mouth opened before Seonghwa could even order him to, he was eager to taste and feel it on his tongue. He hadn't really wanted something as much as he wanted Seonghwa at the moment, his life had been really boring sexual-wise for years, too busy working than even trying to get some action for himself. Feeling excitement buzzing in his bones for something more that Seonghwa had promised to give him. Knowing that Seonghwa wouldn't disappoint him, something about the sureness Hongjoong could feel radiating from the younger told him that.

Hongjoong let his hazy eyes close when he felt the tip slightly pressing against his lower lip and slowly, Seonghwa pushed himself more inside his warm awaiting mouth. Stopping halfway and Hongjoong's mouth already felt full, it had just been so long since he had even sucked another man off, but he wanted this, all of it. Seonghwa was already tasting bitter from the precum. But the younger didn't move, so Hongjoong did, not wanting to wait a moment longer. He pushed his head forward to take more of Seonghwa's cock into his mouth, needing to stop before taking in the rest upon feeling slightly overwhelmed. After a short while, he took the rest of Seonghwa's cock into his mouth, he registered the hands coming to grab the back of his head. Tug slightly and it only made Hongjoong take rest of the younger in, pressure on top of his tongue, so deep in his mouth he could feel it on the back of his throat. All the softness Seonghwa had shown before with his words and touches evaporated the moment he hands held onto his hair and scalp rougher.

The younger started to move Hongjoong's head like there was only one goal and it was to get off, Seonghwa's moans and groans ringing in his ears making him feel hot in his own skin, "fuck", followed by "yeah– that's it, just like that", those words slipped from the younger's mouth effortlessly. Hongjoong's mouth was already feeling like it was burning, yet he wanted more, he wanted to taste what Seonghwa tasted like. And he wanted to see, eyes opened to look up, just to see Seonghwa's head lolled back, hands still in Hongjoong's hair moving his head near carelessly, Hongjoong knew the younger seemed to be lost in the moment. He didn't mind, it made it all so much hotter to see Seonghwa enjoying this much, the older wanting more and more every passing second.

To ground himself, the older grabbed the younger's still cloth covered thighs and the touch snapped Seonghwa's head to look into his eyes as if realizing he was losing himself to the feeling with someone who clearly doesn't have as much recent experiences. But Hongjoong knew his face told it all more than any words could, how his eyes were hazy, mouth open obediently, still not tapping when it sounded like he was slightly choking on Seonghwa's cock every time the younger fucked into his mouth and pushed until the tip touched the back of Hongjoong's throat. He could only stare and watch the way Seonghwa bit his own lower lip, licked his lips as one of his hands moved on top of Hongjoong's head to move his head away. Hongjoong could hear a wet pop as he just sat there painfully hard in his own pants while drool dripped from the corners of his mouth, not registering the tears before Seonghwa's finger wiped those off. He needed so much more from the younger.

"You make me want to go insane", Seonghwa breathed out, Hongjoong still looking up while drawing a sigh out of the younger when his hand was placed on the base of Seonghwa's cock. Slowly stroking the younger, before leaning closer to lick the tip, "can I cum in your mouth?" there was a dark tone in Seonghwa's voice as he spoke.

For a moment Hongjoong didn't reply, his hand moved slowly and he tried to think if he should or shouldn't let Seonghwa do so. In a way, he had hoped for it, but the other part of him was slightly unsure. But Hongjoong appreciated the question, trusting himself and gave in to the part of him who wanted it.

"Yeah, that's fine", finally deciding and it seemed to be enough for Seonghwa to guide Hongjoong's mouth back to his cock again. The tip pressed against Hongjoong's lips, mouth slowly parted to allow Seonghwa to slide in and start the faster movements again, but not as rough as before. It was more of fluid movements of hips rolling to fuck Hongjoong's mouth slow and deep, no rush in the world. Seonghwa's eyes were on him all the time, Hongjoong could tell through his hazy ones as he looked up, and he loved to have the younger's attention like this, no more hiding, no more sneaky glances. But full undeniable attention he didn't even realize he wanted this much until he had it. After a while Seonghwa stilled, but not pushing as deep as he could, only halfway in before coming into Hongjoong's mouth with a loud groan, hand tugging the black hair along the released pleasure that the older could taste all over his tongue. It was bitter, but something he had wanted, moaning around Seonghwa's cock still in his mouth as the taste was everywhere on his senses.

"Couldn't have imagined to have you on your knees for me like this, and this easily. But maybe I should have known, my sexy CEO boss was just a good sub waiting for the right person to walk into his life", Seonghwa breathed out, finally pulling Hongjoong from his length, instantly tilting his head up.

"Swallow", said with a tone the older knew in his bones was more than just a request, more of a command that he couldn't not to follow. Even when it felt bitter, he swallowed as the younger let his fingers wipe over his lips and corners of the mouth to make sure nothing would go to waste, pressing his thumb against Hongjoong's lips until he licked the thumb clean. The finger forced his mouth open and he watched how Seonghwa leaned over him, as if making sure he had really swallowed, "so obedient, god I love it", he heard Seonghwa groan as the younger helped him back to his feet. His lips caught in a kiss, while the strong hands dragged along his body to his waist, sneaking lower to unbuckle his belt again, open his pants and sneak under the waistband, grabbing his ass with a rough hold that made the older man moan slightly to the kiss.

Hongjoong started to feel desperate, it was taking so much time and part of him already wanted Seonghwa in him, he wanted to feel if it would be as good as it was almost twenty years ago, having lots of trust in the younger man at that point. He also knew he wouldn't be disappointed when it was Seonghwa, "Seonghwa— I want you, now", he murmured between suddenly pulling away and looking at the younger, seeing the smirk rising to decorate Seonghwa's expression. Hands on his ass still holding him close, "we have all night, and I'm only getting started, I'll give you what you want and so much more", the younger promised as he pushed him back, lips ghosting against Hongjoong's own but still too far to actually kiss him and it made him more hot and bothered than before. He knew what was going to happen and he was excited for it, but Seonghwa definitely wasn't in a hurry, while Hongjoong felt like the time was going to end. But allowed himself to be gently pushed down to sit onto the bed, leaning back to look properly up at those dark eyes as Seonghwa leaned down to kiss his lips a few times.

"Where do you have lube and condoms?" Seonghwa's voice sounded sweet and alluring, something Hongjoong wanted to go towards as he dreamily nodded towards the bedside table, "on the lowest drawer", answering out loud and seeing the younger's head turn towards the bedside table. Seonghwa smiled at him, "undress for me", softly spoken order before the younger headed towards the bedside table and the older was left to sit on the bed. Suddenly feeling awkward as he stood up for enough time to undress, he shouldn't feel like he was undressing for the first time, but he did. It felt more out of character for him as if he was too old for this. Maybe it was all because he hadn't had sex with anyone for some time and to him it felt strange to be admired. Which turned very clear as his head turned quickly towards Seonghwa, who was staring at him, Hongjoong felt like he got caught, skin feeling like burning when blush spread over his cheeks. Hongjoong wanted to tell the younger to stop staring, just in time biting down his words as he sat down, completely naked only wanting to cover himself. Slight distraction being the small bottle of lube and three condoms tossed onto the bed, three, was Seonghwa going to fuck Hongjoong until he couldn't literally walk? And it made Hongjoong's heart flutter, "three— are you going to kill me?" he breathed out, hearing a soft laugh from the younger.

Seonghwa nearly appeared in front of him, "no, just going to show you a really good time and one extra just in case, but now go middle of your bed", simple words said by the younger one as if Hongjoong needed all the guidance in the world. And he loved it, he loved to hear the softness in his voice, he loved the small commands, the slight guidance like Hongjoong was a lost lamb. He followed the words and dragged himself more on top of the soft silken sheets that most likely would see a lot that night, eyes sharply on Seonghwa who fully undressed in front of his eyes, there was zero shame in the actions, it was more of a show for him. Hongjoong was weak enough to say he would love to see this show so many times more, only wishing it wasn't going to end up being the only one night thing when he had spent months denying himself while all along he had wanted Seonghwa right here.

There was a smirk on those pretty lips as Seonghwa licked his lower lip, "let me play with your chest properly, I think you would enjoy it", his assistant smiled sweetly. Fuck, that man was going to be death of him as he let go of the wrist, biting his own lower lip as he watched Seonghwa's lips close around his nipple and suck, followed by bite that made his head fall back, eyes staring at the ceiling, his fingers holding the black soft hair as Seonghwa kept kissing and biting his chest. Teeth biting his pecs, long tongue dragging against his skin before the teeth closed around his other nipple and Seonghwa pulled gently, it felt good, combined with the way Seonghwa's hands massaged the soft skin. His voice turned into breathless whines when Seonghwa didn't seem to stop, preoccupied and focused on his chest. Hongjoong had no idea someone could find worth this much time, "ah— that's enough, I need more", his voice sounded as breathless as the whines did. He heard the younger humming, one more soft kiss before he moved lower, "so demanding", a light tone rose from Seonghwa when with every kiss he moved lower. Hongjoong's stomach almost flipped when Seonghwa's long fingers closed around his cock.

The younger shouldn't be allowed to be this good at making Hongjoong lose his mind, the way the hand moved on his cock in smooth movement. How the precum dripping from his tip barely aided the slide and created addictive friction that made his skin tingle, how he almost jumped from his skin when something wet made contact with his burning skin. His head instantly lifted to look at Seonghwa, those eyes knowingly stared back before the attention shifted to Hongjoong's cock, tongue licking over it followed by lips closing around his tip. He didn't know what he had expected, but not this again, unable to keep looking at Seonghwa who started to suck him off as if he hadn't done it sometime before at the office. Hair flowed with each bob of the head, and each movement drew a moan from Hongjoong's throat.

But the sensation was short-lived as Seonghwa lifted his head, acting more of a distraction, now it all felt more of a tease than actual attempt to make Hongjoong lose himself, a wet pop followed by the movement of him lifting his upper body more up from the sheets, "darling, can you give me the lube?" Hongjoong's brain barely registered that Seonghwa was speaking to him. Eyes blinked dazedly, trying to catch his breathing before his head moved to look at his side. Trying to scan the small bottle from the black sheets, hand reaching for it the moment he saw it. While Seonghwa remained kissing his inner thigh the entire time and one arm lazily jerking Hongjoong, not enough pressure to cause him to come, but enough to keep him on the edge, leaving behind bites and whispering how beautiful Hongjoong was.

"H- here", the older's voice breaking as his breath hitched from the torturing slow phase of the fist, a small lube bottle in his hand offered towards Seonghwa. The younger smiled sweetly, hand finally letting go of Hongjoong's throbbing dick to take the bottle from him, "thank you", and with that the sound of the cap being opened rang in his ears. He tried to watch at first as his skin burned, he watched the way Seonghwa sat properly up on his knees, clear liquid poured onto his fingers that slowly rubbed on his finger tips, the sight was obscene. Seonghwa at first focused onto his fingers, before those dark eyes snapped to stare into Hongjoong's eyes, "what's your color, sweetheart?" they hadn't even started and Seonghwa was asking for colors. He knew it was just to make sure Hongjoong was mentally with him, but something about it felt intense. He just could imagine what was going to happen next, he was eagerly waiting for it.

"Green", Hongjoong replied.

"Good job", Seonghwa's voice sounded velvety with the praise, simple words making Hongjoong's skin burn warmer, stomach flipping and he had to swallow a moan that threatened to escape just because of that. And he knew something slipped past his lips from the way Seonghwa smirked at him knowingly, as if he was taking mental notes.

"Remember, at any moment you are allowed to tell me your color and if at any moment you feel like it's too much, tell me. Don't worry about me, I might be the dom for you, but you tell me how to do it properly in the end", it was truly cute how caring Seonghwa was, Hongjoong couldn't lie about that. It eased his mind, he was able to trust that the younger would respect the fact it has been over 20 years since Hongjoong slept with another man. The older man undeniably knew he was in good, and awfully skilled, hands that would definitely make his body weak and the mind insane from lust.

He nodded, biting his lower lip more as he watched Seonghwa warm the lube between his fingers before the hand dropped more hidden from his vision. It made Hongjoong fill his lungs and not breathing out, he didn't even realize how he kept holding his breath until a lube covered fingertips pressed against his warm skin, still not warm enough for the sudden feeling. The anticipation finally paying off allowing him to breath out as the younger so carefully pushes one finger in at first, while the other hand rests on his thigh, drawing small comforting circles, "already so reactive, can't wait to fuck you properly", Seonghwa murmurs something alike of a promise of the goal and Hongjoong was too preoccupied by slowly moving finger to even registered the words. It feels so different than his own fingers, and then he can even remember. He wanted more already, yet the younger was patient. The way he moved the single digit in and out to mainly spread the lube and make Hongjoong more custom to the feeling that felt more oddly familiar than foreign.

Seonghwa leaned over him, closer to kiss the corner of his mouth which made the older turn his head just slightly to catch the younger's soft lips into a kiss, that moment working as another distraction. Hongjoong's mind barely registered the way Seonghwa slowly pushed in another finger until it was half way in and caused slight stretch when the fingers were experimentally spread. And as the mind caught up with the feeling, Seonghwa kept kissing his jaw and neck as the hand moved rhythmically, moving the fingers with expertise inside of him. He could feel the way those tips dragged along his walls slowly and deliberately, like the younger was on a mission to find something knowing somewhat what and where to even try to feel it, and that something became clear to him once a wave of sudden pleasure went through him like a shiver. His head fell back to the pillows, "that– felt good", this time not even caring the way his voice broke in the middle of his words.

"Yeah?" the younger man hummed against his skin and next thing Hongjoong knows is those fingers pressing more often against the sensitive spot. He could feel the way pleasure made the days or even weeks worth of tenseness slowly leave him, and if only fingers had this effect he couldn't even imagine how it would feel like being fucked by Seonghwa who seemed to know exactly what he was doing as third finger was slowly pushed in, but the movement halted when Hongjoong winced. Attentive dark brown eyes staring at him, making Hongjoong feel like he ruined the moment by simply reacting to the discomfort the spreading movement had brought. Lips parted to say sorry, to tell Seonghwa to keep going, but as like transfixed, he watched the way Seonghwa leaned back to his legs. How he grabbed the bottle of lube and popped the cap open, "this will feel a bit cold, just bear with me baby", was all the warning he got while Seonghwa squeezed more of the clear substance onto his fingers half inside of Hongjoong. It felt cold. Making Hongjoong prop his upper body up to his elbows as look at Seonghwa who flashed him a soft smile, wetting his fingers again properly before slowly pushing those in, the slide feeling much easier now. Or maybe it was the distraction that Seonghwa provided by leaning towards him, kissing his lips and free hand pushing him back down to the bed like Hongjoong belonged there. Just laying there, looking pretty and taking what Seonghwa gave him. Fingers slowly continued on working him open, spreading and pushing deeper, dragging along his soft walls whenever those were pulled out, before slowly being pushed back in with the lube. Movement started to slowly feel more and more pleasant, and slowly the movement of the fingers started to speed up when there was no longer that much resistance on the three digits, lewd sounds echoing in his ears.

Kissing became hard, lips parted to let the moans spill out and hands grabbing onto Seonghwa for a dear life. Trying not to claw his shoulder and back. Moaning constantly against Seonghwa's wet lips as he could feel the fingers quickly move in and out of him, occasionally brushing over the sensitive spot and it never stopped the younger.

"Your moans are so beautiful, I want to make you scream my name", Seonghwa spoke against his mouth between kisses, deepening the kiss where Hongjoong barely could keep up as the younger took control of the kiss and the entire situation even more. Arm suddenly stopping, three fingers as deep as it was possible and that moment Hongjoong tried to fill his lungs properly with shaky breath, "oh fuck, that— god— please–", his body carved more, yet Seonghwa moved with slowness. Movements returned to tender when fingers were pulled out until only tips were inside, and the fourth finger started to press against his hole, sliding with the three with not that much of resistance. Seonghwa's kisses lowered down until his mouth was against Hongjoong's chest, his own hands holding onto the younger man's back, feeling the prominent muscles and moaning when the teeth closed around his sensitive nipple. Fingers in him started to move, spread wider to make the next part as easy as possible.

The speed was picked up again, Hongjoong feeling like he was going to melt into the sheets as pleasure felt almost blinding, his middle trying to lift from the bed just to be pressed down by Seonghwa's strong arm and not slowing down the movement of his hand as he fingered the older open. Kisses and bites left all over his chest even when Hongjoong started to squirm, "sta— ah- star, it feels- so good", crying out in pleasure, toes curling against the silk as his whole body instinctively fought against Seonghwa's strength under relentless pleasure. And still, the younger man was stronger. Keeping his hips down, still mouthing his skin and still the hand moved fast.

"That's it, darling, doesn't it feel good right?" Seonghwa's words made Hongjoong nod, eyes shut and brows furrowed, pleasure everywhere in his senses. He felt like cumming, he was so close, head trying to push more back into the pillows, "close close— I'm-", he tried to warn Seonghwa about being close to cumming. And suddenly, the hand stopped again, fingers were pulled from him and Hongjoong panicked. Still body tired as he opened his eyes to look at Seonghwa, "not yet", with that he knew he wasn't going to cum in a while.

"Seonghwa, I was so cl—", his attempt at making his voice sound serious seemed to fade the moment those eyes sharply snapped at him.

"Be a good boy for me and be patient, no bratting now", Seonghwa's tone had dropped slightly down, indicating his seriousness on how Hongjoong's tone wasn't approved. It shouldn't have affected him as much as it did, it felt weird for him to feel small and it definitely made his dick twitch in such a delicious way. He watched how Seonghwa lifted his leg to his shoulder and kissed the side of his knee, "sorry", Hongjoong apologized with a wavering voice. Only watching how the younger kissed the side of his knee again, before biting and that definitely would leave a mark he didn't care about as his breath hitched along a moan escaping his lips.

Seonghwa carefully placed his leg back down before reaching for a condom, ripping the package open with his teeth while staring at him. It felt intense and intimate, making him squirm a bit. Staring how Seonghwa skillfully rolled the condom onto his cock, the way his head lolled slightly back as he jerked his hard length a few times, those beautiful eyes closing with the movement of his hand, the groan sounding way too hot. Hongjoong wanted to hear more of those sounds from Seonghwa, and he wanted to see so much more, already the younger looked divine. He was definitely someone Hongjoong would have wanted to get to be a model for one of his fashion lines, he looked perfect in his eyes. Daydreaming disturbed moment Seonghwa smiled at him and looked down at him, he felt like deer caught in a headlight as he just stared at him, "liking what you see?" Seonghwa smirked.

He nodded before he could stop himself before smiling slightly, "you look so beautiful, you could even be a model", Hongjoong spoke his mind. Eyes admiring while Seonghwa's hands grabbing his thighs, parting those more as he pulled Hongjoong closer as if he was weightless, "sweet talking me like this, are you trying to make me hurry up?" the younger asked. Words making his heart skip beats in his chest as he remembered the position they were in, the way his legs were spread open, on each side of Seonghwa's legs, the way those hands held his thighs, he could see Seonghwa's hard cock and condom tightly on it if he would let his eyes drop down. Biting his lower lip, "please, star, I want you to fuck me", he spoke with quiet voice.

"Anything for my darling", the younger man smiled.

Hongjoong didn't want to look too much, but he still did the way Seonghwa took his hard cock into his hand, with another hand applying lube that he slowly spread all over, Hongjoong knew it was a show. The way the wrist flicked with careful movements, spreading the glimmering substance until his cock was completely covered, he wanted to have that cock in his mouth again. How unfair it was. Seonghwa looked so delicious all over, but it only built anticipation. He saw Seonghwa positioning himself better and he could feel the blunt tip against his entrance, Seonghwa's hand returned to hold his thigh and draw small circles as the attention was on the way the younger slowly pushed in. Hongjoong could feel it and he didn't know if it was good or bad. It was more than the fingers had been before, Hongjoong needing to focus on his own breathing as his head crashed back to the sheets. Fingers curling and holding onto the silken sheets as Seonghwa pushed more in slowly, "color", single word Hongjoong's brain still registered through.

"Green— just go slow", he nodded as he breathed in shakily. By that point, the younger had stopped pushing deeper, staying still and allowing him to adjust to the near overwhelming feeling as his body didn't seem to agree with this. He started to doubt if he could even manage through this, if he should just be disappointing and tell Seonghwa, he can't do this.

The younger seemed to see it, wiping his hand to the sheets before cupping his cheeks, "just breath slowly, in— and out— I know you will be a good boy for me, you can do it", Seonghwa hushed at him softly, leaning closer to kiss him. It felt grounding for Hongjoong, focusing onto the kiss as slowly the younger pushed a bit more in. Suddenly Hongjoong realizing Seonghwa was all the way in, how he was even closer than before, flushed against his skin and constantly leaving small kisses against his lips, "would it be okay if I move?" there was care in the younger's whispers against his skin.

"Yeah, please move, I want you so much", Hongjoong could almost cry out as the pain had mostly subsided into the back of his mind, now replaced with the lust burning under his skin and making him desperate. He watched how Seonghwa fixed his posture and lifted his upper body up, hands grabbing his thigh again as a support before the body smoothly rolled slowly to pull himself out, only halfway before slowly fucking into Hongjoong again. And it felt good, different due to the time that had passed since the last time, but still good. Breathing slowly as he could only watch Seonghwa move, he was focused on the task and clearly holding himself back to prevent any discomfort. Each slowly made thrust causing Seonghwa to pull a bit more out before with slight more speed pushing back in. Part of Hongjoong stopped on caring about the softness and he wanted the younger now to fuck into him that it would push him up on the sheets, but he knew he had to be a good boy for Seonghwa, he seemed to know better how they should continue and prevent Hongjoong having a awful time.

"Look at you Mr. Kim, taking me so well already", mischievous smile on the lips as the title was dropped to the air, in a way it felt humiliating by reminding him of the power imbalance they had outside of this room. Imbalance where Hongjoong could fire Seonghwa at a spot, but here he was laying on top of the sheets and allowing his own assistant to fuck him, and hell, he would allow so much more if it was Seonghwa doing all those things to him. He huffed at the younger, "don't— use the title in bed", though there was no actual seriousness in the voice that broke from slow breaths he did through his nose trying to calm himself and not pay too much attention to the way Seonghwa was so close, the way his hips moved with care and precision that left him lose his mind right then and there. He heard a small laugh against his neck as Seonghwa kissed his skin, "whatever you say, darling", pushing himself more upright to his knees and Hongjoong could only stare in awe. He nearly felt the younger's eyes intensively looking at his body, he felt and saw the way those hands dragged along his skin to grab his thighs, securing the legs to either side before Seonghwa smiled, "tell me if it's too much", was the final warning Hongjoong got before Seonghwa slowly pulled out and slammed back in.

The movement caused a full body jolt to go through the older as his head fell to the sheets and moan escaped his mouth crystal clear, oh god, this was going to be a night he could never forget even if he tried to. But he didn't even want to, not when the rhythm turned precise and fast, Seonghwa's strong hands keeping him close to himself, finger tips pressing onto his skin just to pull Hongjoong back to meet him with every thrust that pushed another moan from his mouth. His own fingers curled against the sheets, brows furrowed as he tried to make his gaze focus onto the man above him. Seonghwa looked focused, biting his lip and eyes halflidded, "you feel so good, what a good boy for me", and it made Hongjoong's stomach curl, next moan turning into a whine. He nodded, "—Hwa", trying to speak between thrusts that made him see stars. He could almost promise he could see a smirk on Seonghwa's lips, as the movement turned into slow and deep allowing Hongjoong to catch his breath a bit, would have been better if it wasn't or the sharp thrusts in that nearly pushed him up onto the bed. He knew his muscles were going to hurt tomorrow, but this was definitely worth it. Listening to Seonghwa's moans and groans as the man definitely enjoyed every passing second too, seeing the younger lift Hongjoong's leg to kiss the side of his knee, but also using the side of the leg to pull Hongjoong snuggly to his cock after every slow drag out and sharp snap in. Pace picked up again and Hongjoong could only try to grab the sheets harder, moans pushed from him and pleasure building up faster than he wanted to admit now as there was no pain present, only blinding pleasure.

Out of pure curiosity, lifting his head to look down, to watch Seonghwa's cock slide out before a snap of the hips drove the younger back inside of him, each snap making Hongjoong lose his breath. One of his hands moving to grab Seonghwa's wrist of the hand that held onto the side of his hips with sure touch, "fuck, Seongh–wa", he whined with a voice Hongjoong almost didn't recognize as his own. He should have known Seonghwa was going to do good.

His voice made the younger to drop his leg back down, hands gathering both of Hongjoong's hands by the wrist and pressing to the sheets as he leaned down over the older. All he could do was to moan against Seonghwa's lips when his head fell back to the sheets, feel the younger's breath against his lips and hear the groans clearly. The younger kissed him like Hongjoong was going to disappear, it was definitely more uncontrolled and filled with neediness, "you feel so good— your moans are so fucking good, I want to hear you louder", Seonghwa breathed heavily against his lips between kisses while keeping Hongjoong hand's pressed against the sheets. The hold didn't budge even when the older tried to tug his hands free, leaving him being in the mercy of Seonghwa, his free hand trailed down between their bodies and grabbed onto Hongjoong's painfully hard cock. Kisses were only a mess after that as Hongjoong could feel Seonghwa jerk him off matching the snap of the hips as the pace picked up again, the younger nailed into him and pressing against his prostate each time. He didn't want to come yet, but he was close, whining into the kiss, toes curling and legs feeling nearly cramping against the sheets.

"Close— fuck, star, I'm– so close", he moaned a warning that Seonghwa didn't listen. It only seemed to spur the younger to give his all for a moment, fucking into him with everything as the hand never stopped moving on Hongjooong's cock. Breath dying in Hongjoong's throat, his nails digging against Seonghwa's arm where he could reach, "come for me, darling", the younger's velvety words sounding sweet and promising in his ears as Hongjoong nodded while trying to swallow his whines. This time he wasn't denied of his orgasm, but Seonghwa jerked him until Hongjoong came with a loud moan, soft whines and groans as his body shook with the intense feeling he hadn't felt like this in a long time. He felt Seonghwa kiss and bite his neck as the man above him also stopped, buried deep into him, he could feel him pulsing into the condom and part of Hongjoong was now disappointed there was a thin layer preventing him from feeling Seonghwa drip from him later.

He tried to catch his breath while being dragged into soothing overstimulation by the younger's hand around his cock, slowly still jerking him, squeezing from time to time before pulling the hand away. Hongjoong knew he probably wasn't allowed to lay here for too long, he didn't really mind either, only feeling excitement over the idea of a second round once both of them had caught their breaths. Eyes lazily following Seonghwa who stood back up to his heels, "that was perfect", Seonghwa sounded out of breath as he slowly started to pull out. Wiping his hands to the silks, that made the younger hesitate a bit, but still did it anyway. Hongjoong felt too blissful to mourn after the silk sheets, "god, I will die— it has been so long, I'm an old man", Hongjoong laughed breathlessly. Seonghwa hummed at him, "hmm, maybe we need to have a nice break so the old man can continue", there was a tease in the words which made Hongjoong roll his eyes.

It took a slight push from his brain to get himself to sit up and be more face to face with Seonghwa who looked smug, "let me ride you", Hongjoong sounded sure like all of the awkwardness had disappeared. It was all just post-orgasm haze he had to take advantage of before it evaporated and would make him feel a bit unsure and think too much for his own good.

"Bossy, but hot. Lucky you, I would love to watch you enjoy yourself on my cock, use me like a toy", Seonghwa smirked, kissed his lips softly as Hongjoong's cheeks burned from the said words. The younger near happily fell to the bed, fingers playing with Hongjoong's own fingers before Seonghwa showed him another condom pack, he hadn't even noticed when Seonghwa had pulled the previous one off, too out of it to pay attention to all details. He still grabbed the new one, opened the package and placed the condom against Seonghwa's tip before rolling it down along his hard length, being rewarded by the way the breath hitched in his neck and Seonghwa groaned.

There was only a slight shake in Hongjoong's legs as he positioned himself on top of Seonghwa, the younger's hands already feeling his thighs and sides hungrily, eyes sharp and gaze dark.

"C'mon Mr. Kim, I want to see you bounce on my dick until your legs are shaking", Seonghwa knew exactly what words would make his skin crawl and blush creep along his skin. With a small breath Hongjoong started to lower himself slowly on Seonghwa's length, there was no resistance this time and the slide felt way easier. He could sit down properly, feel Seonghwa deep inside of him and the only thing in his mind was pleasure as he leaned a bit back, hands taking support from Seonghwa's thighs as the younger's hands mapped his skin. Experimentally rolling his hips and feeling Seonghwa's cock move inside of him, pressing against his prostate which caused Hongjoong's body to shiver and moan to escape past his lips, "you are so big", Hongjoong's voice was weak from a whine. Another shiver going through him the moment Seonghwa's fingers brushed over his chest and those fingers twisted his nipples, Hongjoong's hips moved in automation, pushing Seonghwa deeper. He leaned more forwards, his hands moved to cover Seonghwa's who now squeezed his chest and Hongjoong gave a glare to the younger man who looked so innocent with his round big eyes, "what?" Seonghwa asked innocently.

He swallowed a snide remark and instead started to lift his hips before lowering himself back down on Seonghwa's cock, he saw the younger bite his lip as the head fell a bit more back and eyes fell shut. Reaction that Hongjoong loved instantly as his own hands were placed on Seonghwa's shoulder as support. He lifted himself a bit up before dropping himself down and starting a rhythm that made both of them moan, Seonghwa's hands fell from his chest, along his sides to his waist and grabbed to help the movements. Sometimes even moving Hongjoong himself like he was weightless in Seonghwa's arms, but Hongjoong loved it. He loved how the younger could just move him all he wanted, could aid the movements that kept going, skin slapping against skin when Hongjoong's mind turned desperate again. Seonghwa kept constantly brushing over his prostate, he was perfectly filled with Seonghwa's cock probably ending up being cock drunk after all this. Hand's squeezing the younger's shoulders as Hongjoong's head drooped down, brows furrowed and eyes closed, just only focusing onto the movement of his legs to lift himself before dropping down again onto the hard cock.

"Hongjoong", Seonghwa said his name sweetly with his breathless voice, it caused his own eyes to open and stare down. He tried to see some emotion that would be alarming, yet there was nothing, "are you okay?" followed instead to make sure Seonghwa was still okay with this. The younger's eyes looked almost sparkling as he stared up and smiled, "you are beautiful", Seonghwa continued, it was like a warning. Seonghwa's feet were more securely planted onto the bed, hands holding his waist stronger and the younger snapped his hips up. Hongjoong had no time to brace himself for the movement as a loud moan was fucked out of him, hands slightly shaking when Seonghwa took the full control of the pace and movements, "st–star— please, mor-ah-more", without even thinking he started to beg, just needing more, wanting everything. It didn't take that many strong thrusts until Hongjoong couldn't keep his upper body up anymore and he dropped down against Seonghwa's warm body, moaning and drooling against the shoulder and pillow, hands trying to weakly grab the sweaty skin for grounding, feeling the muscles flex underneath the skin as Seonghwa definitely showcased how to fuck properly.

He could hear Seonghwa's groans so clearly in his ear, "it feels so- good", the only clear thing in his mind as if his mind had stopped working correctly. Feeling how the younger licked the shell of his ear, "you are taking me so well", low praise that made Hongjoong's toes almost curl from the sound alone. Kissing the shoulder he probably drooled against, before biting gently to get rid of the loud moans.

"Choke me", it sounded like a suggestion loudly in Hongjoong's ears, but it took him time to register it fully while his own body stuttered from the repeated pounding into him, brushing over his prostate deliciously. The moment the words did register, he pushed himself up with his shaking hands, moaning uncontrollably until Seonghwa's hips slowed down to give him a chance to breathe. Filling his lungs and looking down at the beautiful man under him whose cock was buried as deep as it was physically possible in the position, "are you sure?" Hongjoong asked as if he had heard Seonghwa wrong before. His eyes tried to look through the haziness if he had heard something wrong. Instead the younger smiled at him again, hands leaving Hongjoong's hips to grab his hands, with burning cheeks he watched how Seonghwa kissed his knuckles so insanely lovingly.

"Yes, I know you want to be a good boy for me, don't you? So put your pretty hands on my throat and choke me while I fuck you over the edge", sweet words of command and promise fell from Seonghwa's lips as those strong hands moved Hongjoong's fingers where he wanted those the most. He watched his own fingers press softly against the honeyed sweaty skin and as an experiment, he put pressure against the throat. Instantly being rewarded by seeing how Seonghwa's head fell back, baring the neck more for him and eyes slightly rolling back. Oh. Hongjoong didn't think he would enjoy something like this, he didn't really enjoy being choked himself, but seeing Seonghwa enjoy it? It was definitely a different story. He liked it. He liked the way Seonghwa's hands instantly moved to his hips to aid the slow movements as Hongjoong's own fingers let go of the throat a bit to let Seonghwa properly breath.

That didn't last long when the younger started to move him faster, becoming uncontrolled with his thrusts as Hongjoong pressed against the neck more. His thumbs pressed more against the soft skin until he heard a small sound of choking, yet Seonghwa smiled. Those dark eyes rolled back and lashes fluttering, mouth hanging open, "f—fuck", choked out as the younger fucked into Hongjoong rough, whine like moans slipping from Hongjoong's mouth as he let go of the throat. Hearing Seonghwa desperately breath in, but still focused onto fucking into Hongjoong, "a bit more, baby", Seonghwa said with raspy voice. Not pushing Hongjoong to press onto his throat again until Hongjoong deemed that the younger had breathed enough, as he nodded while moaning. Hands closing around the neck again as it was bared for him more, he pressed down, heard choked out groans and felt the desperation in the thrusts.

Final thrusts hit Hongjoong's prostate dead making his legs shake, still his hands remained on the neck when Seonghwa stilled suddenly and he could feel Seonghwa pulse inside of him. The feeling alone made Hongjoong's own cock spurt out the cum all over Seonghwa's toned stomach, those hands grabbing his hair and pulling him into a choked kiss. Slowly letting go of the neck, Seonghwa's hands roaming his body all over as he switched their positions with ease that nearly scared Hongjoong. The stamina the younger had was insane and he didn't know it would be like this to be loved by someone like Seonghwa, he was obsessed.

"You make me lose my mind— want to fuck you until you can't walk anymore", Seonghwa's voice was low and hoarse from the choking, still the younger's body seemed endless with the energy. Those hands tugged his hair rougher, baring his neck that Seonghwa attacked with his lips and teeth, kissing his jawline and down to his collarbone.

"Please, please, I need it. Please, Seonghwa", Hongjoong whined, feeling the tingle in the bottom of his stomach when he was flipped to his stomach, those hands pressing against his shoulder blades, dragging down along his sides and spine, thumbs pressing over his muscles as the lips kissed his shoulders and back of his neck. He tried to push his upper body up, but the hand now between his shoulder blades pushed him back down. The sound of the condom package being ripped open made it all so real and his body was nearly shaking from the excitement that went through him, and it got nearly unbearable as his lower body was prompted up. Now on his knees, head in the sheets and ass up for Seonghwa, whose one hand still pressed him down while another kneaded his ass.

One fluid motion made Hongjoong moan into the sheets loudly, Seonghwa just fucking back in to his loose hole, both hands moving to grab his ass now. The rhythm was more unforgiving, it was rough and everything in that felt more primal, as if choking the younger had flipped a switch in his brain completely, "you look stunning like this", Seonghwa murmured between sharp snaps of the hips. And every drop of sweat that hit Hongjoong's back felt chill, while also making him grab the silk harder. He didn't care if his body screamed at him for next week, he was just going to take painkillers and daydream about this, "please, please, I need— all of you", his voice breaking with whines and moans he no longer tried to even hide. There was no point in that, maybe everyone should just hear he was getting his back blown by someone as hot as Seonghwa.

"I will give you everything Mr.Kim. Any day you feel like it, anytime you want me to. Anywhere. Over and over again, fuck, I will take care of you anyway you need me to. By reminding you from meetings you would otherwise miss—", Seonghwa spoke between his thrusts, words that he almost didn't hear. His own ears filled with the moans and mind blanking from the pleasure, legs shaking from the overwhelming feeling that made him feel weak just the perfect way. Exactly the way he had wanted and needed, "I can get the exact coffee you like—", Seonghwa added and the words were followed with a sharp snap of the hips to press his cock against Hongjoong's prostate. It made his legs weak deliciously and it was all he needed to go over the edge, his own cock uselessly pulsing and dripping cum to the sheets, but he felt dry, there was no more in his body to give.

"Or I can make you relax, like this, fuck you over and over again", he younger continued, movements never stopping, even when Hongjoong's body shake and he moaned and whined in overstimulation, fingers barely being able to hold onto anything. He still nodded, just wanting to collapse to the bed and not get up. Trying to move his hips away from the pleasure, just for Seonghwa to pull him back, but only fucking into him couple of times before stilling. Hongjoong smiled dazedly at the moans he heard from the younger, feeling the hands now caressing his back. Seonghwa pulled out leaving Hongjoong to feel empty as the younger crashed to the bed next to him, just as Hongjoong's lower body dropped down when there were no longer hands keeping him up.

He turned his head to look towards Seonghwa who just laid there, eyes closed and arm covering his forehead. Chest rising slowly, before he breathed out while trying to collect himself, "that was intense", Seonghwa spoke, head lolling to look at Hongjoong. There was a smile as a hand moved to brush Hongjoong's sweaty strands of hair from his life, "you are so sexy", praise that made Hongjoong feel shy. Hongjoong should have said that instead, the afterglow that was all over Seonghwa, was ethereal. He should have been the one to praise the younger, but he didn't find words, all the words drying from his mouth, just biting his lip and staring. There was silence that could have turned awkward quickly, but it wasn't the time now. Seonghwa got up to remove the condom and gathered the trash, "I will clean you up– um where is the bathroom?" a sheepish voice asked from somewhere behind Hongjoong who just laid on the bed, not caring about the mess when he was just so tired. Allowing his eyes to fall shut, "one's connected, the door next to the mirror on the left of the bed, opposite of the hallway door", Hongjoong mumbled directions. Barely listening to Seonghwa move around until he was back and wiped him off, laughing how Hongjoong wasn't making this easy by barely aiding the task. But somehow, Seonghwa managed, or well he offered cuddles and kisses when he was done so Hongjoong decided to be more helpful. Telling where the pyjamas were for him and for Seonghwa to borrow as he himself wasn't able to stand, he tried to, but it wasn't long lived.

When they had cleaned and changed to more comfortable clothes, falling back to the bed for soft kisses and warm cuddles that Hongjoong didn't mind. He found himself leaning his head against Seonghwa's chest, eyes half closed as he felt the comfortable hand on his back, rubbing him and whispering sweet nothings. Hongjoong didn't really remember if he said something back or not, too dazed off at the point.

Of the two of them, Seonghwa was the one who woke up first. Smiling at the older who so tiredly just mumbled something to him when Seonghwa leaned closed to press a kiss to the messy hair. Carefully sliding out of the bed and with quiet steps sneaked out of the room, but not to flee, but to find a bathroom that wasn't connected to the master bedroom. Admiring the apartment that left him feeling in awe, especially when he himself lived in some cramped apartment with a roommate, this place was downright luxurious to him.

He spent a few hours making sure Hongjoong's schedule was adjusted and cleared for the day, moving some meetings and informing the HR manager of Hongjoong not feeling well and staying at home for the day, Wooyoung near instantly replying that Hongjoong must actually feel unwell if he is missing work and adding it was good for him to have day off. Seonghwa got his day cleared with it too as Wooyoung said he shouldn't come in either as there was no need to when Hongjoong was out, day off with pay due to being marked as on call which wasn't something Seonghwa complained about. Followed by Seonghwa standing in front of the biggest television he had seen anyone have in their apartments, hands on his hips and looking concentrated, trying to spot the remote from somewhere, nearly giving up. But succeeded for some unknown reason, watching some morning programs and stretching properly after a rather active night.

Around noon, Seonghwa decided it was okay for him to make some more sounds, rummaging through the cabinets in the kitchen and getting enough ingredients to start preparing a breakfast for the two of them. Finishing just in time when the door from the bedroom opened and closed, steps dragging through the hardwood floor as Hongjoong slowly walked towards his direction, hair messy, eyes unfocused and yawning the sleep from his body. His movements were stiff, slumping down to the chair when Seonghwa placed scrambled eggs and a cup of coffee in front of him. Suddenly starting to overthink if he had gone too far, the older didn't seem to acknowledge him much as he ate slowly leaving Seonghwa nearly panicking on the other side of the table with his eggs, just staring at the older. Eyes dropping to see the marked skin on Hongjoong's neck and peeking from underneath the collar of the shirt.

Suddenly Hongjoong stopped eating, he looked at Seonghwa for the first time that morning properly, "we should go to that restaurant near the office", Hongjoong said and normally, with someone else, Seonghwa could have instantly felt excitement. But the restaurant Hongjoong was walking about was expensive, they didn't even have prices on the menu. It was the kind of place Seonghwa probably could maybe afford if he didn't need to pay rent or other expenses for a month or two.

"I can't afford that", Seonghwa said without hesitation, not wanting to promise going somewhere where he would only stress about items and look from the menu which sounded cheapest.

"You don't need to, I will pay", the older said with an understanding smile on his lips that made Seonghwa wanting to cup his cheeks and kiss him silly, but there was something else in the back of his mind straining him. Did Hongjoong think this was like a transaction? He didn't want it to be, he wanted to throw himself fully into the relationship with the man he had started to love, the man who made him feel good in every way, "I didn't mean this to be a transaction— I don't want you to just pay because I slept with you", Seonghwa said suddenly feeling serious.

But Hongjoong's smile turned warmer and softer, "I know, that's why we should go out on a proper date and I'll pay", the older man nodded. Seonghwa, who was now unable to contain the smile and sparkle that were probably visible from his round eyes, got up and walked to the older. With careful touch, he cupped Hongjoong's cute cheeks and pressed a soft kiss against his lips. He could feel Hongjoong's arms lower to hold onto his hips.

"Proper date sounds good, Mr. Kim, I can check your availability"