Matz Brain Rot.

a desperate moan comes from him. “god, you’re so pathetic.” he buries his face further into your chest, but you can both see the way his ears burn red. “if i called him a little bitch enough times, do you think he’d come?” she asks against the back of your neck.

you cradle his head gently, “hwa, be nice to him.” your long nails scratch along his scalp, “he’s being so good.”

“you’re too nice to him,” she kisses down the side of your neck, “he never has to work for anything. you just give it to him.” her hand sneaks around your front, slipping past the waistband of your underwear, “make him wait a little bit longer.”

her finger slowly circles your clit, and you feel her smile against the back of your neck when you moan softly. yunho’s looking up at you again, but this time he’s not begging. he’s simply waiting. he wants to watch you come. when she sinks a finger in you, knuckle deep, you moan out her name.

it feels so sweet. gentle. the mixed scent of them both. the warmth of their bodies pressed up against yours. seonghwa’s domineering aura. the way you both submit to her. even if it feels like yunho’s under your control, he’s not. you’re both left completely up to her whims. at her mercy. the only difference is that you always come first. and she’s never afraid to punish him when he’s bad.

you come when she tells you to come. her voice soft and warm but never lacking in authority. you unravel around her, shuddering in her arms. yunho whimpers again, painfully hard in his sweatpants. you both notice the wet spot immediately.

you cup it. he’s already hard again. “puppy got a little excited,” you giggle, kissing his forehead.

seonghwa scoffs, “so fucking predictable. i bet we could leave him untouched all day, and he’d still find a way to make a mess.”

a little light goes off in your head, “actually, hwa? can we try something?”

Hongjoong’s fingers play with Seonghwa’s as they walk down the cobblestone street. He’s trying to be discreet, in his own Hongjoong-like way, but Seonghwa sees right through him. So Seonghwa stifles a giggle as the shorter man looks pointedly in the opposite direction, fingertips still brushing the fur line of Seonghwa’s coat.

He figures Hongjoong is begging for something.

On a normal day, he’d think it’d be his attention, or for him to spend less time with the other members and more time with him (this, of course, is just another way to say attention). But today, he’s all Hongjoong’s; just the two of them, exploring the domestic, peaceful scenery of the small town. So, in this case, Hongjoong must want something else, or perhaps, something more.

The city is decorated romantically and flowery for Valentine’s Day, lots of pink and floral imagery bringing a serene smile to Seonghwa’s face. Hongjoong’s eyes are wide with childlike wonder as he tracks the decor, exploring with their hands now fully intertwined. At some point, Seonghwa had seemingly had enough of the tickling and just grabbed his hand, to which he had averted his gaze with red ears and squeezed it back.

As they eventually meander their way back to the hotel, and he’s sure of their privacy, Hongjoong levels Seonghwa with a pushy kiss. His back presses against the wall with the force of it, and his eyes widen. Hongjoong pulls back then.

“Today was really-” He cuts himself off with his own panting. “Really nice. I needed this.”

Seonghwa smiles warmly. He couldn’t agree more. 

“I agree. I always love spending time with you.”

Hongjoong doesn’t let the sappy moment last much longer, as he’s already connecting their lips again in another sloppy kiss. Seonghwa giggles at the impatience and turns them, walking backwards towards the queen-sized bed. When his legs hit the frame, he lets himself naturally sit. He looks around before he locates Hongjoong’s bathroom bag tossed carelessly by his side of the bed. He leans over and grabs it, setting it to the side in case they end up needing the lube he knows he keeps in there. He leans back a little, posture open for Hongjoong to do with as he pleases.

Hongjoong blinks at his submissiveness, understanding the invitation as it usually is. But then, something curious happens— his gaze becomes more darty, and he looks away, blush trailing down his neck.

“Actually, I was… Uhm,” Patient and intrigued, Seonghwa gives him a comforting look, urging him to continue. “Would you be okay with being the… well…” He looks into Seonghwa’s gentle brown eyes, hoping he could read his mind without having to say it. 

Eventually, it seems to click, and Seonghwa’s mouth opens in a soft “oh”.

“Yes, of course. Whatever makes you comfortable, honey.” 

Hongjoong’s heartbeat picks up at the pet name, and he nods to himself, a self-soothing motion.

“Okay, that’s good… Well…” He trails off—but stops—losing his train of thought.

Seonghwa waits patiently, in case he wants to say more, but he doesn’t; instead, he keeps his gaze averted (down, to the side, anywhere but his boyfriend’s face). Suddenly, he mounts his lap and pushes him back, forcing Seonghwa to brace himself on his arms.

“Woah,” He breathes, placing a stabilising hand on the small of Hongjoong’s back. “Easy.”

“Sorry.” Hongjoong mutters bluntly. His blush is spreading further and his shoulders are rising with his unsteady breathing. He doesn’t appear very sorry at all.

“We can take it slow baby, just breathe.” Seonghwa hums, petting his hair.

“But I’ve waited all day.” Hongjoong pouts.

It’s true, they’ve spent all day flirting in their own soft and subtle way, while wandering the town engulfed with romantic energy and imagery… Couples passed them, entangled and enraptured, unashamed to laugh and press into each other’s spaces. The two of them have always been different in that way, always nervous with their glances and touches. Through the years, it’s gotten easier, but never easy. It makes a sigh escape Seonghwa’s lips as he pulls the other into a hug, pressing a kiss into his hair.

“You have me,” He assures, trying to remain still under the other’s weight. “I’m not going anywhere, and we don’t have to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.” 

“I’m not uncomfortable,” Hongjoong cuts in, his voice pitchy. “…I’ve been thinking about this a lot, actually… and I really want you to. Please, have me.”

Seonghwa’s breath catches in his throat, overwhelmed with emotion. He knows that to Hongjoong, this is an unwavering symbol of trust. He would not entrust this to anyone else, and that thought in itself makes his heart race.

“Of course, who am I to say no to this opportunity?”

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