Chapter Text
"Hey, Yunho! What's that sound?"
Yunho glances up from his computer and tilts his head like a confused dog, straining his ears. "I don't hear anything."
"Exactly!" Wooyoung sighs blissfully as he pulls the tilt lock lever on his desk chair and leans all the way back, arms spread wide. "No boss to chew me out. No execs pacing up and down the halls to see if we look busy enough. Just sweet, wonderful silen—"
He's interrupted by the sound of his work phone ringing, and Yunho snorts in laughter. Wooyoung grumbles for comedic effect before picking up, but really, he's still in high spirits. Calls are a part of the job, of course, but even the phones are quieter today. It's no surprise – things always get a little quiet at their company right after the expo. Many of those who attended end up working from home for the rest of the week, if not taking it off entirely to catch up on sleep.
Most notably among those taking the week off is Hongjoong, who Wooyoung is honestly relieved to not have to see quite yet. Though their chaotic weekend together ended up resolving amicably, it's still a lot to process, and he's glad to have some time to do it without having to see Hongjoong at work and act normal together, especially around the rather perceptive Yunho.
Once he finishes his call helping a client, Wooyoung idly checks his own phone for messages.
Rangi
Good morning.
I'm horny
Nejo
lol good morning to you too.
did you sleep well last night?
Rangi
Mmm not really.
I didn't get back to my room until
really late because I was out with
clients, and I drank a little too much
so I didn't feel great...
Nejo
how do you feel now?
Rangi
Horny
Nejo
:|
Rangi
Last night I had a dream where you
were fucking me so good and deep,
and it was *so* realistic, but then
I woke up in the middle and now
I felt so empty inside
With that, he sends a video closely framed around his crotch. His little gray briefs are still on, but they're pushed to the side to allow for his fingers – three fingers, to be exact, fucking slow and deep into himself.
Rangi
Had to fill myself up.
Wish it was you instead
Nejo
holy fucking shit. you're gonna
give me a boner at work.
are you at home?
Rangi
I'm still at the hotel.
But I'm taking the rest of the week off
Nejo
oh nice, a lot of people at my office
did too. my boss and most of the
managers are out
Rangi
So send me something fun :)
"Fuck," Wooyoung breathes, then he looks over his shoulders to glance around the office, but there's truly no one around. The place is a ghost town. "Yunho, cover me."
"What?"
"Be my lookout. I have to take a dirty pic."
"What?" He repeats incredulously, looking over the cubicle wall just as Wooyoung starts undoing his belt. "Are you crazy?"
"No one's here! Just make sure no one suddenly sneaks up."
Working quickly, Wooyoung undoes his belt and unzips his fly. He squeezes around his mostly soft cock to emphasize its shape, then snaps the picture, making sure enough of his desk chair is in frame to make it clear he's in public. "Okay, I'm done," Wooyoung says as he does his pants back up in a rush, and Yunho sits down hard in his seat with a relieved sigh.
Nejo
had to be quick
Rangi
Yum
I wish i could sit under your desk and
blow you while you keep working
Nejo
god i would love that.
i'd make you choke on it and
you'd love it, wouldn't you?
Rangi
I would
I'd love to have you use my mouth
Use me however you want
I want it so fucking bad
Nejo
you're so cute when you're desperate <3
how does it feel being on day 5 of denial?
Rangi
It's hard
Nejo
i know baby
Rangi
No, I mean...
I kind of have mixed feelings
Nejo
oh? wait, what's wrong????
Rangi
It's kind of weird... It feels really good when I'm doing this and I love your replies to my pics and stuff. But...I don't know.
Rangi
My emotions were all over the place this weekend. When I would edge, afterwards, I would get really sad or angry. I had a really hard time switching back to work mode and it kind of gave me whiplash. Plus I was going through a lot of stress with work and even had that fight with my coworker so...yeah.
Rangi
I dont know why it made me feel like that.
I'm sorry :(
Nejo
whoa hey ok first of all
don't apologize. and thank you
for telling me. *I'M* sorry for not
realizing you were going through
all that and i didn't check in
sufficiently to give you the space
to tell me earlier while you
were still going through it
Rangi
No no it's not your fault
I could've told you at any time
and I thought about it but I wanted
to push through it
Nejo
:(((
i wish i could've helped
Rangi
I'm sorry...
Nejo
noo no apologies!
Rangi
I'm--
:|
Nejo
LOL
ahhh
rangi :((
i want to hug you
i hate that you had to go through
that. it almost sounds like a
mini subdrop kinda thing?
fuck
i should've known something
like that could happen.
i've never really played with
someone online like this before
Rangi
Yeah me either
Nejo
well let's take it easy for now then.
maybe let yourself cum for now,
and we can try something
different for saturday
Rangi
No I want to keep going.
I feel better now that the expo's over and
I don't have to switch back into work mode.
And I've already gotten this far so...
I still want to come by your hand <3
Nejo
oh fuck
i'm not gonna lie i want that too
BUT
no more keeping this stuff to
yourself, okay? if you're feeling
bad or even just a little off.
hesitant, unsure, confused,
questioning...anything.
i want to know about it
WHILE it's happening, not after.
okay?
Rangi
Okay
I'm sorry
Nejo
what did i say about apologies?!
Rangi
Okay never mind I'm not sorry
I feel no remorse actually
Nejo
...well let's not go that far
Rangi
;)
Nejo
so what do you need from me
to keep you from feeling bad again?
Rangi
I think if we can talk a little more consistently, after work or something. I think the reason it was so hard at the expo was because we were both so busy that we couldn't sync up reliably throughout the day. But if I can count on you to talk me through an edge and the comedown in the evening, I'll be okay. Or at least I'd like to try it and we can take it slow and see. Plus the main thing I didn't like was how it made me irritable to others but now I'm alone so I don't have to worry about that
Nejo
okay...let's just take it slow.
how about for today you just focus
on getting home safe okay?
i want you on no-touch for the
rest of the day so keep your fingers
out of that greedy little hole of yours.
Rangi
Seriously???
What about after I get home?
Nejo
not even then.
no touching at all for the rest of the day,
or until i say. then i can come up with
ideas for you this week
Rangi
But that's boring :(
Nejo
how do you know?
have you tried it before?
Rangi
...No
Nejo
that's what i thought.
be good and do as i say <3
Rangi
Does humping count as touching?
Nejo
yes
Rangi
:(
Nejo
use your words. what are you feeling?
Rangi
I want to touch :((
Nejo
i know baby. but tell me how you feel.
lay down flat on the bed
and close your eyes and just
pay attention to your body.
Rangi
Just...horny. So fucking horny like I'm losing my mind. I'm hot all over and my body keeps wanting to move on its own because I just want to rub up against *something*. I keep squeezing my legs together but I can't tell if it makes it better or worse.
Nejo
you want to touch so badly, don't you?
Rangi
I do
I'm fighting against every instinct
in my body right now,
it's all I can think about
Nejo
but you feel okay to keep going?
just remember we can stop
this game at any time.
if this is getting to be too much,
you can cum right now.
i'll talk you through it,
or you can do it on your own,
but don't forget that you have control
Rangi
I want to keep going.
I like seeing how far I can push myself.
It's hard, but I know it'll be worth it
Nejo
you're incredible <3
*now* do you think no-touch is boring?
Rangi
...Maybe not
÷
Without Hongjoong there to tell him off for it, Wooyoung spends the rest of the week glued to his phone, sending Rangi encouraging and teasing messages throughout the day, as well as the occasional lewd pic or two (though this time he shows mercy on Yunho and takes them in the bathroom instead of at his desk). They spend the whole day riling each other up, then after work Wooyoung races home so he can give him his full attention and swap more pictures and videos.
Wooyoung talks Rangi through an edge and meanwhile, he looks at Rangi's replies with a hand on his dick and makes himself come over the idea that Rangi can't. Or, more than that – it's that he won't, simply because Wooyoung said so. Afterwards, Wooyoung tells Rangi how well he did, and Rangi in turn reassures Wooyoung that this feels much better than their intermittent communications during the expo.
By the time Saturday rolls around, Wooyoung can hardly believe he's about to meet Rangi in the flesh tonight. He's never spent this long texting a hookup before meeting up, to the point where this doesn't even feel like a hookup anymore.
Is this a date?
Sure, a good portion of their conversations have been centered around sex, but a lot of them haven't, too. And maybe they're specifically planning on hooking up tonight, but it also runs so much deeper than that.
Sitting at his kitchen table, Wooyoung ignores his breakfast as he stares into the black, shiny surface of his phone, lost in thought about what to text Rangi. He nearly jumps out of his skin, however, when his phone buzzes and lights up with a message from Rangi first.
Rangi
Good morning
Nejo
good morning
how are you feeling?
Rangi
Good...kind of nervous but mostly excited.
What would you like me to do?
Want me to edge again for you?
Nejo
actually, let's do no-touch
again for today.
i want you to be so sensitive
and desperate for it when
we finally meet
Rangi
Okay <3 can't wait
Wooyoung notes the lack of resistance in his reply, not to mention how eager and pliant he's become in general, and it gives him a rush to think of how he's molded Rangi just over text. If it feels this good before they even meet, he can't wait to find out how satisfying it'll be to break Rangi down in person – to watch the look on his face as he loses his grip on his resolve, bit by bit.
Nejo
i had another idea too
Rangi
Oh?
Nejo
would you be down to wear a plug?
you can pick whichever you want
Rangi
Omg...
But it'll make me soo distracted
Nejo
you dont have to
but personally i think youd look
pretty cute all distracted and
squirming in your seat
Rangi
Well if that's the case then of course I will <3
÷
"Sannie-yah, help me!" Wooyoung shouts down the hall at his roommate while he rifles through his closet.
"What's wrong?" San comes rushing into the room in a panic.
Wooyoung emerges from the closet holding up two shirts side-by-side. "Which one of these says, 'I really want to fuck you, but also I might care about your personality'?"
San exhales the breath he was holding in an annoyed huff. "I thought you were in pain or something."
"I am in pain! Beauty is pain, San, you know that."
Yeosang pokes his head in the door to see what's going on. "How come you don't want my fashion advice?"
"Because your taste in fashion sucks," Wooyoung replies immediately, returning to his closet to hunt for more options. "Sannie has to dress you like a doll."
"He doesn't have to," Yeosang counters. "I just like it when he does."
"Aw, babe," San coos, and though Wooyoung still has his back turned, he can tell they're being sickening.
"Ugh, just go away if you're not going to be helpful."
After some input from the peanut gallery, Wooyoung decides to keep things simple – a plain black t-shirt tucked into some crisp jeans, and leather boots. He spritzes some cologne under his shirt to keep it from being overpowering, and accessorizes with a few chain necklaces and bracelets.
"You really like this guy, huh?" Yeosang remarks as Wooyoung checks his appearance in the mirror one last time before leaving.
A shrug is all Wooyoung gives in response.
It's not like he can say no, I don't like him, because he does. Talking to Rangi is one of the most connected feelings Wooyoung's had with someone in a long time, let alone a Grindr match. But it's hard to put your heart out on the line when you haven't even met in person yet; it felt like there's been this unspoken barrier between them that's kept things fundamentally casual up until this point, no matter how significant or deep their conversations have gotten.
Wooyoung sends his roommates the location they're meeting at just to be safe, then kisses them goodbye and heads out. Once he arrives at the train station closest to the venue, it's just a few minutes walk from there, and Wooyoung checks his phone as he walks to find a new message.
Rangi
I'm here, just sitting at the bar
Wooyoung's heart rate ticks up just thinking about how close he is to finally meeting the man he's been obsessed— no, scratch that. He's meeting the man he's simply been somewhat infatuated with.
Once inside, he scans the bar for someone who would fit Rangi's description. There's a handful of couples, one large group of people, and then – there. A young slim person sitting on their own.
Wooyoung starts to walk up to get a better look and then stops dead in his tracks when recognition hits him – the person at the bar is none other than Kim Hongjoong.
"Oh, shit," he curses under his breath, backing up the way he came. His initial instinct is to hide his face and scurry away, but then he realizes the hilarity of the situation, meeting his boss in a gay bar of all places. Especially after everything that went down at the expo, and how scared he seemed about his own sexuality – maybe Wooyoung actually helped him embrace this side of himself a little more.
He pauses a moment to take in Hongjoong's appearance: night and day compared to the fancy clothes he wears in the office, here he's looking very casual yet stylish in a thin knit sweater, the oversized black garment hanging from his frame in billowy folds. Peeking out from underneath the hem is what looks to be a dark plaid flannel, tied around his waist to hang down over the edge of his seat and almost like a skirt. Finally, he wears tight black distressed jeans and black Chucks. He actually looks kind of...cute.
Instead of freaking out and spending all night trying to avoid his boss, Wooyoung decides to make lemonade with the lemons he's been handed, approaching the bar to slide into the seat next to Hongjoong. "Fancy meeting you here."
Hongjoong jumps out of his skin immediately, startling so hard he almost falls out of his seat. "Wooyoung! What are you doing here?!"
Wooyoung throws his head back in a loud cackle at the over-the-top reaction. "Probably the same thing you're doing here. Looking for a man."
Hongjoong holds a hand to his chest as he catches his breath, then clears his throat and reaches out to take a sip of the cocktail in front of him – an old fashioned. Wooyoung smiles seeing that; he must've grown to like them after drinking one together that night at the hotel bar. Either that, or it's now one of the only non-soju drinks he knows and he wanted to look cool ordering it. Looking over the brim of his glass, Hongjoong gives him a thorough once-over and Wooyoung's smile widens, enjoying the attention.
"Actually, I'm waiting for someone," Hongjoong says. He sets down his glass and makes a shooing motion. "So if you could…"
"Don't worry, bujang-nim," Wooyoung says spiritedly as he smacks the other man on the back, earning a glare for it. "I'll try not to embarrass you too much! I'm waiting for someone, too, so we can keep each other company."
"Be quiet," Hongjoong snaps as he shrugs Wooyoung's hand off his back. "And don't touch me. And stop calling me that."
"What, you don't want anyone overhearing that you're my beloved bujang-nim?" Wooyoung draws the word out and puts a hand on Hongjoong's upper arm to lean into him. He can't help it – seeing Hongjoong in a setting outside of work, especially a place like this, has him itching with the desire to mess with him.
Hongjoong tsks and pushes Wooyoung's hand off. "You're such a brat!"
Wooyoung laughs. "Yeah, right. You must not be a tamer if you really think that."
"Well, if you're not a brat, then what's your excuse for being so annoying?"
"Jeez, so testy. No wonder you're here, you need to get laid, stat."
Hongjoong just sighs and doesn't reply, finally realizing that's the best strategy to deal with Wooyoung's antics. He unlocks his phone to start swiping and tapping, putting a decisive end to their conversation, so Wooyoung turns away and flags down the bartender to order an old fashioned of his own. He pays and takes a sip – not the most nuanced flavor, but it's strong – then he pulls out his phone as well to check his chat with Rangi.
Rangi
Are you here yet?
Nejo
yeah but i don't see you
Out of the corner of his eye, Wooyoung sees Hongjoong glance around, looking for his date. Then Hongjoong takes another sip of his drink, and with his hand still wrapped around the glass, he holds up his phone to take a picture. Moments later, a new message comes through on Wooyoung's phone.
Rangi
Im wearing all black and
sipping on an old fashioned
Along with the text comes a photo of Rangi holding a drink, the ring-encrusted fingers and cherry-topped cocktail looking suspiciously similar to those of the man sitting right next to him.
Wooyoung's blood runs cold, the dreadful shock to his system hitting so hard he nearly goes numb. He stares at his phone breathlessly, his mind eerily quiet as he struggles to process this information.
Rangi just sent him a photo taken by Hongjoong. There's only one logical conclusion, but it feels impossible to take these two very separate individuals in Wooyoung's brain and stitch them into one.
There's just no way...Rangi can't be Hongjoong. Wooyoung spent the entire expo last weekend either texting Rangi or hanging out with Hongjoong. They can't be the same person because there's simply no way they could've avoided overlapping at some point. Right?
Wooyoung frantically searches his memories to straighten out the timeline. He texted Rangi on the train down to Busan, and Hongjoong was sitting right across from him then, but if he was texting on his phone, too, that wouldn't have been notable at all. But then all the pictures – Rangi usually sent him pictures during his lunch breaks, and Hongjoong and Wooyoung were mostly separate during the day. But what about the ones he sent from his hotel room? There was even one he said he took while his coworker was there in the other bed...was that coworker seriously Wooyoung himself?
But that's impossible...Rangi's the kind of person to do something so risky and horny, but Hongjoong? The stuffy corporate suit that loves enforcing company policy? Not to mention Wooyoung's boss, who just so happens to have the power to fire him on the spot?
For a split second, Wooyoung's tempted to just leave. Give Hongjoong some excuse, walk right out of the bar, ghost Rangi and forget this ever happened. It would be so easy. In fact, it might be the right thing to do – revealing this information to Hongjoong will surely jeopardize both of their jobs, and cause who-knows-what kind of personal anguish in the fallout. Wooyoung should take this information to the grave.
But keeping quiet has never been Wooyoung's strong suit. In fact, his big mouth gets him in trouble constantly, both professionally and personally. So instead, he turns his phone towards Hongjoong.
His boss looks back with irritated confusion before looking down at the phone, where the photo he just sent is still full-screened, then his eyes widen comically and the color drains from his face. A long silence stretches out between them as Hongjoong apparently goes through a similar series of mental hoops as Wooyoung just did. Finally, his voice is barely audible as he asks, "You're...?"
"Conejo? Yeah," Wooyoung breathes shakily.
"Fuck," Hongjoong swears, and Wooyoung can't help the snort of laughter he lets out at hearing his boss curse for the first time.
"Yeah. Fuck," Wooyoung groans as he drops his phone to the table and uses both hands to scrub at his face. "This is crazy. This is actually insane. What the fuck?"
"Um..." Hongjoong's voice wavers, and he starts wringing his hands nervously. "I, uh...yeah. I can't do this right now."
He grabs his phone and stands up to leave.
"Wait!" Wooyoung reaches out to grab Hongjoong's shoulder, but he shrugs him off and steps back like a skittish cat. Wooyoung's hand slips from Hongjoong's shoulder down his arm, where he keeps a hold of his wrist instead. He gently tugs him closer. "Please, sit back down. Let's just talk."
"What's there to talk about?" Hongjoong snaps. "We obviously can't continue this."
"Sit down," Wooyoung says more firmly this time, perhaps unfairly using to his advantage the knowledge that the command will likely make Hongjoong feel a certain type of way, trying to appeal to the submissive side of him that must exist if he's Rangi.
But Hongjoong just pins him with a defiant glare and shakes Wooyoung's hand off before folding his arms over his chest. Wooyoung huffs out a surprised laugh through his nose and smirks. Of course. Rangi was never one to just lay down and take it, and neither is Hongjoong.
"Sure, have it your way, then," Wooyoung says airily, waving a hand dismissively. "Leave. And then we'll just show up to work on Monday like nothing ever happened, right?"
Hongjoong tsks and rolls his eyes, but they both know there's no getting around it. No matter how things play out tonight, things have already changed irreversibly between them to some extent.
Wooyoung gestures to the seat, and this time Hongjoong relents. He slides back onto the stool, shifting awkwardly as he tries to get comfortable. Watching him squirm, Wooyoung's mind comes to a screeching halt and anything thoughtful he might've been about to say suddenly evaporates as it dawns on him: he told Rangi to wear a plug tonight. "Wait – you're wearing it, aren't you? The..."
Obstinately staring at his drink, Hongjoong doesn't answer, but the way his muscles get tense and his cheeks darken with a pretty pink blush feels like answer enough.
"Holy shit," Wooyoung breathes in amazement.
He's taken by surprise from the sheer force of the arousal that surges through him seeing Hongjoong in this new light. Sure, he's always found Hongjoong attractive, but it's not just that. It's everything – the fact that these two men are one and the same is doing things to Wooyoung's brain. He rakes his eyes all over Hongjoong's body, taking every last detail in. He looks at his arm, where he knows Rangi has a tattoo, but that means Hongjoong has a tattoo. He looks at his legs, those beautiful smooth legs that he's seen in countless pictures from Rangi, but they were actually Hongjoong's legs he was looking at. Hongjoong's cock straining against his briefs, Hongjoong's hips rutting against a pillow, Hongjoong's soft moans in his headphones.
It all feels so surreal, almost like Wooyoung is experiencing this outside of his own body. This man…he's Hongjoong who's done everything Rangi's done, but he's also Rangi who's done everything Hongjoong's done. It's Rangi who's been chastising Wooyoung at work lately. Rangi, who acts like it's so easy to separate work and emotions. Rangi, who was apparently so far deep in the closet he slurred Wooyoung then later broke down in tears about it.
Hongjoong lets out a distressed groan as he rubs his face with the heels of his palms. Then he grabs his drink and takes a hearty sip before setting it back on the counter with a harsh thunk. He doesn't say anything, and neither does Wooyoung. Though Wooyoung was the one who insisted they talk, not a single coherent word comes to mind. They both drink in silence for a long while, staring into space and lost in their own thoughts.
There's no way things could work out between them. Their history is way too complicated at this point, and it would risk both their jobs. Wooyoung isn't too attached to his position at With U specifically, but it's not like he's trying to lose it and be forced to start applying and interviewing elsewhere. And Hongjoong, he knows, is very invested in his career there. Even Rangi has mentioned how much he likes working at his company. There's no way Hongjoong would risk all that for him, so this thing between them was pretty much dead in the water from the start.
Eventually, the lights dim a bit and the music in the bar gets louder as it transitions from rock music into something a little more conducive to dancing. Patrons gradually abandon their seats at the bar and tables and make their way to the dance floor, and Wooyoung swivels in his stool to look out at the growing crowd of people dancing. It isn't the primary draw of this place – not compared to the larger bars and clubs lining the streets of this neighborhood that pump out deafening synth-pop and house beats – but it doesn't take much to get the boys bumping and grinding on each other, their bodies so close it's impossible to tell who's with who. Or maybe most of them came here alone to flit back and forth between strangers and see if anyone sticks for the night.
Knocking back the last of his drink, Wooyoung turns to Hongjoong to see he's already done the same. Possessed by a sudden impulse, he requests, "Dance with me."
Hongjoong looks taken aback. "What? No."
"Oh, come on! We're here, aren't we?" Wooyoung stands up and puts a hand atop the back of Hongjoong's chair. He leans in close under the pretense of making himself heard over the loud music, but he also enjoys the opportunity to possibly fluster the other man as he brings his lips to his ear. "Let's dance as Nejo and Rangi. Let's just have this one night before going back to being Wooyoung and Hongjoong."
Leaning back again, Wooyoung studies Hongjoong's reaction. The internal struggle plays out on his face, his eyes flicking back and forth between Wooyoung and the dance floor. He wants to. Of course he wants to. He hasn't come in over a week, despite being edged and teased every single day – he's probably craving the touch and intimacy right now. To be honest, so is Wooyoung. He came to this bar tonight with one main goal in mind. He wants to touch and be touched. He wants the grand finale they've been working up to with each and every one of their texts.
When Wooyoung takes one of Hongjoong's hands in his and gives an encouraging tug, he's pleased to be met with little resistance. He happily drags him out of his seat, already feeling the rhythm flow through him, his hips swaying as they walk out onto the dance floor. Wooyoung loves to dance, though it's been a while since the days when he and his roommates were regularly hitting the clubs around here. It doesn't stop him from getting right back into the swing of things, raising an arm and tapping out the beat of the music in the air with one hand, while the other interlaces his fingers with Hongjoong's to secure their connection as he pulls him through the throngs of people towards the center of the dance floor.
When he turns around to face Hongjoong, he's looking back with a bit of trepidation. Wooyoung wonders if he's ever done something like this before; gay bar or not, he struggles to imagine Hongjoong ever having gone out to dance like this, squeezed into the middle of a crowd of sweaty strangers. But then again, Rangi wanted to be an idol just like Wooyoung, which means Hongjoong did, too. Hongjoong once dreamed of singing and dancing on a stage in front of an audience.
Wooyoung places his hands lightly on Hongjoong's waist to coax him into movement. He starts small at first, just following Wooyoung's lead and swaying side to side a bit. Then he transitions into a simple one-two step to get their feet moving. Hongjoong's body follows along smoothly enough, but his face remains shrouded in apprehension.
"You're thinking too much!" Wooyoung shouts over the music. "Stop looking at me like I'm Wooyoung! I'm Nejo! Here!"
Wooyoung grabs Hongjoong's shoulders and turns him around, then takes hold of his waist and pulls him close. He worries Hongjoong might just freeze up at the touch, but it seems like removing the element of eye contact was the right play; he relaxes into Wooyoung's arms and moves with more fluidity, the two of them now dancing in sync. Feeling more confident, Wooyoung lets his fingers slip just barely under the hem of Hongjoong's shirt, craving even the smallest bit of skin contact.
He tenses, waiting for any adverse reaction, but it never comes. Hongjoong doesn't falter, so Wooyoung tries not to let himself either. He keeps his grip on Hongjoong light, not trying to control his movements, just wanting to keep that point of connection between them.
The music transitions into something with a faster beat, and they easily adjust, their movements gaining energy. The song gradually builds and builds, and when the beat drops, Wooyoung excitedly bounces on the balls of his feet with the rest of the crowd, and he can't help his giddy laugh as he sees Hongjoong do the same. He can see the grin on Hongjoong's face slightly turned towards his, and it unleashes a handful of butterflies in his stomach.
With all the movement from their dancing, Wooyoung struggles to maintain his touch on Hongjoong, his hands moving up and down and slipping off a few times. He almost withdraws completely when Hongjoong loosely encircles his fingers around Wooyoung's wrists, and for a split second he fears he crossed a line and Hongjoong's about to pull his hands off and walk away. Instead, he surprises Wooyoung by guiding his hands further up his torso, until they're resting at the bottom of his ribs. Then Wooyoung takes over and moves his hands up just a bit higher to cover Hongjoong's pecs.
There's not a lot to grab there, but Wooyoung still has fun squeezing a few times, feeling his stiff nipples graze against his palms. Hongjoong's grasp on his wrists tightens, and he arches into the touch, his spine curving away from Wooyoung while his chest presses into his hands, but more significantly, his ass presses back into Wooyoung's crotch.
Encouraged by the reaction, Wooyoung gives his chest a few more rubs before gently scraping a fingernail over each nipple, causing the man to twitch against him. Hongjoong releases one of Wooyoung's wrists and brings his hand up to reach back and thread his fingers into Wooyoung's hair.
Wooyoung leans forward to bury his face in the crook of Hongjoong's neck, relishing in the natural scent of sweat he finds there, and perhaps a hint of faded cologne. He presses his lips against the soft skin there, then bares his teeth to give him a quick nip. Hongjoong tips his head to the side to expose more of his neck, and Wooyoung opens his jaw wider to scrape his canines across the artery there.
He wants to lick and kiss and suck, but somehow despite everything else they're doing, that's what feels too intimate. Wooyoung senses he's treading a very delicate balance between perfectly enough and way too much, and one wrong move could throw everything off. He's even worried about Hongjoong feeling just how hard he is and getting spooked.
But then Wooyoung gives a particularly mean pinch to Hongjoong's nipples, causing him to grind back hard, surely leaving no room for doubt about the state Wooyoung is in.
Wooyoung's hum of pleasure is drowned out by the music, the rumble of it in his chest indistinguishable from the thumping bass. He digs his fingers deeper into Hongjoong's abdomen and pulls him even closer, closing the already miniscule gap between them. Still holding onto one of Wooyoung's wrists, Hongjoong moves their hands back down his torso – down and down, past his waist, over the top of his jeans, and then further down until it's resting atop the bulge between his legs.
A loud moan is ripped from Wooyoung, unheard over the music, and he greedily gropes and rubs his hand up and down the shape of Hongjoong's hard cock through his jeans, cursing the thick denim for keeping him from feeling every detail in its full glory. He presses his palm hard against the bulge to stabilize Hongjoong as he grinds hard against his ass, desperately seeking friction for his own aching cock.
As Hongjoong keeps pushing his ass back against him, Wooyoung can't help but wonder about the plug stuffed inside him right now. A while ago, Rangi sent him a picture of all the toys he owned – there were several plugs of various shapes and sizes. Did he pick a small one for today, a little bejeweled metal plug for just a bit of extra fun? Or did he pick the biggest one he has, with all those inches of thick silicone keeping him on the very brink of the edge with each movement?
Wooyoung is seized with an impulse to find out. With one hand still on Hongjoong's crotch, he brings the other around to squeeze at his ass. He's frustrated once again by the thick layers of fabric between them, the jeans and flannel around his waist keeping him from feeling hardly anything at all. So he moves his hand up to the waistband of his jeans instead, and slips it inside. Pressing his middle finger between his cheeks, he doesn't have to explore very far until his fingertip is grazing against the base of the plug; it's a smooth, soft-touch silicone T-bar. So it's his biggest plug, after all.
Though far more depraved things have happened in this bar – are happening right now, right next to them, in fact – it's a lot. Maybe too much for Hongjoong, who's so freshly coming to terms with his sexuality. But he makes no move to withdraw from Wooyoung or remove his hand; he continues swaying to the music as if nothing out of the ordinary at all is happening, let alone having a whole hand down his pants. So Wooyoung tests his luck just a little bit more, positioning his finger to the middle of the base before giving it a push, shoving the plug as deep inside as it'll go.
Hongjoong's hips jerk immediately, humping against the air, and he lets out a cry that Wooyoung can even hear over the music. Wooyoung groans against Hongjoong's neck and latches his teeth on it again, that reaction causing a renewed surge of sticky, hot arousal to course through him. He slips his hand back out of Hongjoong's pants and wraps his arms tightly around his waist, anchoring himself, almost dizzy with how turned on he is now.
Their bodies pressed flush against each other's again, Hongjoong turns his head to look back at him and tries to say something despite the awkward angle. Wooyoung can see his lips move but can't hear the words over the loud music.
"What?"
Turning to face him fully now, Hongjoong leans in and tries again, but Wooyoung still can't make it out. He grabs Hongjoong's hand and leads him away from the dance floor, towards the back of the bar. The wall there is lined with one long, plush booth bench, and various tables scattered along the length of it. Wooyoung spots an open table and drags Hongjoong over, and they sit side by side together on the bench. It's much quieter over here, away from all the chaos of the crowded dance floor.
"So, what were you saying?" Wooyoung asks, placing a hand on Hongjoong's thigh as he leans in close and looks at him expectantly.
"Just that I—" Hongjoong cuts himself off, his expression clouding over with anxiety like before they started dancing.
Concerned, Wooyoung leans back to give him some more personal space, and waits for him to collect his thoughts. He keeps the hand on his thigh, though, and gives it a small squeeze he intends to be reassuring, but it makes Hongjoong's eyes flutter and he lets out a tiny, choked whimper.
Watching his reactions closely, Wooyoung slides his hand a little further up Hongjoong's thigh. "Is this okay?"
"I don't know..." Hongjoong's eyebrows turn up in anguish, and he looks at Wooyoung with the biggest doe eyes – the most desperate, breedable bottom face Wooyoung has ever seen in his life.
Swallowing hard, Wooyoung urges himself to stay calm and not push Hongjoong down on this bench and fuck him right here in the bar. "Let me put it another way – do you want it?"
Hongjoong squeezes his eyes shut and lowers his chin towards his chest.
"Hey. Look at me," Wooyoung says, and the way Hongjoong immediately complies makes his stomach flip.
"I—" Hongjoong starts and stops again, his eyes darting away again. "I really...this is a lot to process and I'm not— I'm just— I'm really overwhelmed right now."
"Hey," Wooyoung says softly, bringing his other hand up to cup Hongjoong's face and coax him into looking back at him. "That's okay. I know this situation is insane, and, uh...we've given each other a lot of shit in the past but I'm here for you. I'm not going to do anything you don't want to do, at least as far as I can help it," He caresses Hongjoong's cheek with his thumb. "I have no clue what tomorrow's gonna look like, but...I don't care about that. All I care about is what I want right now. So let's just do what we want, just for tonight."
Hongjoong takes a long, shuddering breath, his gaze flicking back and forth from Wooyoung's eyes to his mouth. "I...fuck, I want it so bad..."
"Then take it," Wooyoung says with more confidence than he feels, staring at Hongjoong's mouth, leaning ever so slightly closer towards him.
"It's hard to think..."
"Then don't. Just feel."
Hongjoong leans closer as well, and Wooyoung can feel his hot breath when he whispers, "I want you."
"You have me."
"Nejo..."
With that, Wooyoung takes the plunge to close the last little bit of distance between them and seal their lips together. It's rather soft and chaste at first, until Hongjoong kisses back, opening his mouth slightly. Wooyoung immediately takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss, hand still on Hongjoong's face as he guides him and angles his head better to slide their tongues together.
A panicked little voice in the back of his mind says, holy shit, I'm kissing my boss. But he forces that thought away, focusing instead on the fact that this is Rangi.
When they finally part, Wooyoung keeps them close, barely an inch apart. "Let's get out of here," he says breathlessly.
"Yeah."
Hongjoong grabs Wooyoung's hand to lead him out of the bar. Wooyoung enjoys letting himself be dragged along, and a giddy laughter bubbles up inside him until it slips free. As soon as they leave the stuffy bar and he feels the cold evening air hit him like an invigorating slap in the face, he lets out an obnoxiously loud groan of satisfaction.
Hongjoong shushes him, but when Wooyoung looks over, he's smiling. "What are you making such a racket for?"
"I'm horny!" Wooyoung shouts at Hongjoong, who flinches and tries to speed up to walk ahead, but Wooyoung grabs him around the waist and pulls him in close. His lips against his ear, he growls, "I want to fuck you so bad."
"Be quiet," Hongjoong hisses while attempting to suppress a shiver.
"It's fine, no one cares here, not while we're still in the gay neighborhood," Wooyoung gives Hongjoong another squeeze around the middle before releasing him.
"Well, in that case," Hongjoong says, then breaks into a sprint down the sidewalk.
"Hey!" Wooyoung calls through a shocked laugh. "Wait!"
Then he gives chase. He runs as fast as his legs will carry him, feet slamming against the concrete, pushing his muscles hard to catch up despite Hongjoong's head start. It doesn't take long for the other man to start slowing down, however, and Wooyoung smirks as he starts closing the distance between him. Then, Hongjoong suddenly stops entirely, and Wooyoung has to dart to the side to avoid crashing into him.
"What the hell?" Wooyoung bounces on his feet as he slows to a stop and turns to look at Hongjoong.
Hongjoong just smiles at him coyly before disappearing down the steps to the train station.
Oh. Wooyoung can't believe they got to the station so quickly. He jogs back to the entrance and bounds down the stairs after Hongjoong. Once he catches up, he asks, "Which direction are you?"
"This way," Hongjoong says, pulling Wooyoung towards the same platform he uses.
"Me, too. My place or yours? Full disclosure, my place has two roommates who are incredibly nosy about my business."
"My place, then."
The train comes, and Hongjoong's place is only three stops away. It's another short walk to his apartment, and unlike Wooyoung's neighborhood, this area is bustling with life even at this late hour, with huge skyscrapers dominating the skyline. Hongjoong takes him into one such tall building, and the brightly lit lobby nearly blinds Wooyoung as they enter. He glances around at the upscale decor around him as Hongjoong leads him to an elevator bank, but keeps any comments to himself for now lest he give away just how out of place he feels.
Once they're on the 21st floor and through Hongjoong's front door, Wooyoung's hands are back on him instantly, even as he's still kicking off his shoes.
"Fucking finally," he groans as he pushes Hongjoong against the door, forcing it closed behind him. He leans in to capture his lips in another kiss, but Hongjoong only returns it briefly before gently pushing Wooyoung away.
For a second, Wooyoung's concerned he changed his mind about this whole thing, but when they pull away and look at each other, Hongjoong's face is lit up with a mischievous smile. "Come on."
He leads them through the entry and into a wide-open kitchen with huge floor-to-ceiling windows. Wooyoung watches Hongjoong's back as he walks, the flannel shirt tied around his waist draping over his backside and hiding it from view. Wooyoung wants to see it. He gives into a sudden impulse to rectify this, reaching out to grab a fistful of the flannel and give it a tug. The loose knot unravels easily, and Wooyoung tosses it to the floor as Hongjoong lets out a startled yelp at the sudden action.
"Don't just throw it on the floor," Hongjoong huffs in annoyance. "Pick it up and put it somewhere."
"Are you serious?" Wooyoung scoffs as he ogles Hongjoong's newly revealed backend. He leans forward and attempts to give it a smack but Hongjoong catches his wrist. He pegs Wooyoung with a look that reminds him of one he got a while ago in Hongjoong's office, as though daring him to keep testing him. Wooyoung holds his gaze defiantly for a moment, but then decides he's getting impatient. He pulls himself free from Hongjoong's grasp and snatches the flannel shirt off the floor. He even hastily folds it for good measure, and slaps it on the edge of the kitchen counter.
Looking satisfied, Hongjoong approaches a large cabinet door that he opens to reveal a fridge. "Would you like something to drink?"
Wooyoung cocks an eyebrow. "Does it look like I'm here for a drink?"
Hongjoong looks him up and down as if to determine the answer to that based on Wooyoung's appearance. Then he turns back to the fridge and grabs two bottles of some fancy-looking water Wooyoung's never heard of before and tosses one to him. They both drink in silence for a moment, and Wooyoung realizes just how thirsty he actually was as he gratefully gulps down the cold water, but it's not exactly what he had in mind for what they'd be doing once they were in private. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and sets the bottle down on the counter.
"So...are we talking or fucking?" Wooyoung asks, too horny to put it any less crudely.
"We're drinking," Hongjoong says simply as he takes another sip, maintaining eye contact.
"Uh huh," Wooyoung drawls, equal parts enjoying and annoyed by this little game, and steps closer. "How'd you even manage to run so fast earlier, being stuffed so full?"
"Easily," Hongjoong replies, but he seems a little caught off guard with how Wooyoung unwaveringly steers the conversation.
"Oh, yeah?" Wooyoung reaches out to place his hands on Hongjoong's hips, then hooks his fingers in the belt loops of his jeans and pulls, causing Hongjoong to stumble and fall into him. Wooyoung wraps his arms around his waist and then sides his hands down to his ass; the thick, tight denim doesn't allow for him to get a good grab but he tries his best. "Didn't you feel it move around inside you? Did it make your cute little cock leak?"
He's talking to him how he would text Rangi, but his heart races with the knowledge that this is Kim Hongjoong he's talking dirty to now. It's Kim Hongjoong's kitchen he's standing in, his ass in his hands, his body pressed against his.
"Hmm," Hongjoong hums like he's thinking about it, then slides a hand in between their chests to push away slightly. "Don't you want more water? It's important to stay hydrated."
"You're such a fucking tease," Wooyoung says, amused, as it dawns on him. He pushes Hongjoong against the counter and turns to cage him in with his arms on either side. "You always call me a brat, but you're the brat."
Hongjoong tilts his head down so he can look up at Wooyoung through his lashes, a devious smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
Wooyoung grins. "Kim Hongjoong, you sly—"
"Don't call me that," he says quickly. "Call me Rangi."
"Rangi," Wooyoung tests out the word immediately, and loves the way it makes Hongjoong's expression turn just a fraction softer. Wooyoung buries his face in his neck, nipping and licking at the skin there. "Rangi."
Hongjoong sighs as he tilts his head to expose more of his neck. He brings his hands up to grab at Wooyoung's upper arms that still surround him, braced on the edge of the countertop. He gropes at Wooyoung's biceps and moans when he flexes.
Wooyoung grips Hongjoong's waist suddenly and lifts him up to set him on the countertop. Hongjoong yelps at the sudden manhandling and lets out a sharp laugh. Wooyoung settles between Hongjoong's thighs and then tugs at the hem of his sweater. "Take this off."
Hongjoong quickly complies, crossing his arms to lift the hem up and over his head, then tosses it to the floor.
"Oh, my god," Wooyoung's eyes flick over every gorgeous detail in front of him. He smooths his hands up and down Hongjoong's sides, before resting near his pecs and swiping his thumbs over his dusty pink nipples. "You look incredible..."
"You think so?" Hongjoong asks quietly.
"Are you kidding? I can't even look away."
Wooyoung's gaze falls on the tattoo on his inner arm – one of the first things that caught his attention about Rangi, right from the very first profile picture. He takes hold of Hongjoong's wrist to extend his arm, revealing more of the tattoo, and traces his finger up and down the bold letters as though drawing them himself.
"No one like me," he reads aloud. "It's true."
Wooyoung leans forward and presses a soft kiss to the tattoo before letting Hongjoong's arm go.
"Could you— um..." Hongjoong cuts himself off and looks away shyly.
"What is it?"
"Can you praise me more?" Hongjoong whispers, his cheeks turning pink.
"You're stunning," Wooyoung gushes without hesitation, scraping his nails gently along Hongjoong's sides and making him shiver. "Your photos were great, but they don't even do you justice. You're way more gorgeous in the flesh."
Hongjoong brings both of his hands up to cover his face, but Wooyoung can still see part of his pleased smile peeking out from under his palms.
"You're so hot it makes my dick hurt," Wooyoung continues, pulling at one of the hands covering Hongjoong's face so he can brush their cheeks together and whisper right into his ear. "I've imagined fucking you a million times...and I'm not just talking about Rangi – I wanted you from the moment I met you, the day of my interview."
Hongjoong lets out a little whine and Wooyoung brings both hands to his ass to pull him as close to the edge of the counter as possible, until their bodies are pressed flush together. Hongjoong wraps his legs around Wooyoung's waist and weakly attempts to grind his hips against him. Wooyoung tightens his grip on his ass to help him out, though the friction is still not nearly enough.
"When you scold me about some bullshit in your office, I just daydream about bending you over your desk and fucking you right then and there for everyone to see through the windows."
A louder whine leaks out of Hongjoong, clearly affected by Wooyoung's words, but he says in a rush, "Don't talk about the office."
That's fine with Wooyoung. He's mostly done with talking entirely. He pulls back a little and presses on Hongjoong's chest, encouraging him to lay back, and he does, stretching his arms up to fold them under his head and cushion it against the hard countertop. Wooyoung enjoys the view of his lithe muscles rippling just underneath his soft skin, and mindlessly leans over and reaches out to touch them, his fingertips skating lightly across his upper arms, down to his pecs, over the subtle ridges of his rib cage, then coming to a stop at the waistband of his jeans. He glances up at Hongjoong's face to make sure he doesn't sense any objection, then makes quick work of undoing his fly and pulling the pants down his thighs.
He didn't really think about it when he felt him up on the dance floor, but now it's more than apparent that Hongjoong went without underwear. As soon as the cute cock inside those jeans is revealed, Wooyoung's mouth starts watering. He wastes no time leaning down and licking a thick stripe up the underside of it, then wrapping his lips around the tip to give it a decisive suck.
Hongjoong cries out, his upper body lifting up off the counter suddenly. He tugs at Wooyoung's hair to pull him off, muttering, "No, no, no, no..."
Wooyoung pulls back and looks up in alarm at the sudden dissent, but sees Hongjoong's expression still clouded over with lust as he sheepishly explains, "I'm already – really close..."
"Oh, yeah?" Wooyoung smirks as he rubs his hands up and down Hongjoong's thighs. "And why's that?"
"You know why..."
Feigning innocence, Wooyoung hums thoughtfully as he pulls at Hongjoong's jeans, pulling them the rest of the way down his legs and off until they're in a heap on the floor. He puts his hands on the inside of Hongjoong's knees to slowly spread them, then strokes along the insides of his thighs. "Do I? Why don't you remind me?"
"Because..." Hongjoong seems to struggle to think of the words, his legs twitching under Wooyoung's feather-light touches. "Because it's – it's been so long. You made me wait so long..."
"Then don't you want to come right now, in my mouth?" Wooyoung maintains eye contact as he leans in to give Hongjoong another quick lick to his tip, making his hips convulse.
"I do, but..."
Wooyoung hooks his hands behind Hongjoong's knees and pushes them up towards his chest, and watches, enraptured, as the base of the plug nestled between his cheeks is revealed to him. "That's right...you don't want to come with this thing inside you, huh? You want me to fill you up."
With a small whimper, Hongjoong just nods. Wooyoung traces his finger along the base of the plug. "You must want this out, don't you?"
"Yeah," Hongjoong whines, letting his legs fall open further. "Pull it out and fuck me already."
Wooyoung chuckles and just massages the insides of Hongjoong's thighs. "Impatient."
Hongjoong huffs and drops his head back against the counter. "Please..."
The last minute, half-hearted plea would normally do nothing to persuade Wooyoung, but he knows wearing a plug for this long can get uncomfortable, so he doesn't intend to prolong things much longer at this point.
"How about we move this to the bedroom?"
With Wooyoung's help, Hongjoong gets up off the counter and leads them down a hallway on shaky legs. Wooyoung watches his naked body in awe as they walk, until they enter a large, modern bedroom that he barely perceives, instead laser focused on the bed and throwing Hongjoong down on it. He wastes no time settling back in between Hongjoong's legs and peering down at the base of that plug again.
"Got any lube?" Wooyoung asks, and Hongjoong twists his torso towards the nightstand to root around for it in the drawer. He tosses the bottle at Wooyoung, who uncaps it and squirts a generous portion on his fingers and right on the base itself. He spreads it around to make this next step as smooth as possible, then grabs hold of the base of the plug to ease it out, so slowly and carefully, bit by bit, Hongjoong panting with short, stuttering breaths the whole way.
"Almost there, Rangi," Wooyoung soothes him in a low tone while stroking his thigh, trying to distract him. "Almost out. Fuck, this one's big. I can't believe you had it in for so long, that's so fucking hot."
Hongjoong whines deep in the back of his throat, and his hips start to squirm; whether from arousal or discomfort, he's not sure. Wooyoung just keeps at it until the plug finally comes free with a wet sound, covered in lube. He tosses it to the floor to deal with later and looks down in awe at his prize.
The sight of Hongjoong's stretched, bright pink, puffy hole makes him feel crazy. He uses his thumbs to spread Hongjoong's cheeks further, and his mouth nearly waters looking down at that fluttering, clenching hole. That hole, which has never been stretched by a cock before – not a real one, at least.
When Wooyoung first learned that Hongjoong had never been with a man, he wondered if he'd ever even experimented by himself. He kind of assumed he hadn't; he tried to imagine Hongjoong fingering himself, and figured he'd probably chicken out after the first one.
Before tonight, if someone had told Wooyoung that Kim Hongjoong not only had an extensive collection of anal toys but that he was going to stuff himself with an XL plug to go meet his Grindr date at a gay club, Wooyoung would have laughed right in their face.
But then again, if someone had told him that Rangi had slurred a work subordinate mere moments after filming himself humping a pillow for another man, he would've had just the same reaction.
Wooyoung's eyebrows furrow slightly as he looks down at Hongjoong and considers the fact that this man has the capacity for both these things. 'Rangi' was only a small facet of himself, as was Hongjoong's work persona. There are surely countless other facets to him – some bad, many good; some that Wooyoung has yet to discover, and some of which he will never catch even a glimpse. There are parts of other people that no one truly gets to see or understand, and there are parts that only reveal themselves after time – sometimes, a lot of time.
While it's shocking to think about either his boss or his Grindr match calling him such a foul word, Wooyoung finds he can't judge him too harshly. Wooyoung hardly acted like a saint during his own journey of self-acceptance. Not only him, but all the queer people he knows in his life have had some moments of weakness or doubt, questioning themselves or lashing out at others, fighting to reconcile how they see themselves and how society sees them. If Wooyoung had to take some collateral damage on Hongjoong's own path, he can accept that. They'll have to have a more in-depth conversation about that soon, but for now – he has more important matters to attend to.
He strokes a finger against Hongjoong's hole, before dipping inside. He can feel how wet and loose he is from the plug, and suddenly Wooyoung needs to be inside him.
"Holy fuck," he whispers reverently. "I can't wait any more."
Wooyoung quickly sheds his clothes, then grabs the lube again to slick himself up. He resettles between Hongjoong's legs and lines up, pausing a moment to savor the sight of pressing his tip up against that pretty hole, until it's slowly slipping inside as if being pulled in beyond his will. Hongjoong sucks in a breath through his teeth then lets it out in a long groan as Wooyoung steadily keeps filling him up, pushing ceaselessly until he's fully sheathed inside.
"You feel so fucking good," Wooyoung grunts as he pauses to collect himself. He grabs Hongjoong's thin waist to hold him in place before pulling his hips back and giving an experimental thrust.
"Ah!" Hongjoong's face contorts, his eyebrows furrowing and his mouth falling open, slack.
"Feel good?" Wooyoung asks.
"Yeah!"
"Good."
Wooyoung gives another thrust, then another, slowly building up to a steady rhythm. Hongjoong tilts his head back and presses it hard into the pillow, his eyes falling shut and his mouth open, slack. Wooyoung's gaze homes in on the long, slender column of Hongjoong's neck stretched out before him. He suddenly thinks back to one of his earlier conversations with Rangi, about how he likes to be choked. Was that really true? Does Kim Hongjoong seriously like being choked? How did he even figure that out – what, with some IU-looking ex-girlfriend?
Before he knows it, Wooyoung's hand is sliding up Hongjoong's body until the pads of his fingers come to rest just to the side of his trembling Adam's apple. Hongjoong's eyes reopen just enough to peek at Wooyoung through his lashes. He chokes on a broken moan – broken by the force of a particularly forceful thrust from Wooyoung – then he moves a hand to grab his own cock. He only gets a few quick strokes in before Wooyoung withdraws the hand on his neck to pull Hongjoong's hand away from himself. Hongjoong makes an irritated noise and tugs against Wooyoung's grip on his wrist.
"Stop," Hongjoong whines in frustration. "I need to – I can't come just from penetration."
"Good," Wooyoung repeats simply. At Hongjoong's flabbergasted expression, he adds, "Who said you get to come yet?"
Hongjoong's eyes widen. "But..."
Fingers still encircling Hongjoong's wrist, Wooyoung grabs his other hand too for good measure, then pins them above his head on the pillow. "Not yet," he growls. "You come when I say."
A small, stunned whimper escapes Hongjoong, then evolves into a distressed wail as the reality sinks in – all this pleasure will just build and build, never to culminate into anything until Wooyoung allows it. Hongjoong scrambles now, fighting against Wooyoung's grip on his wrists, thrusting his hips to hump the air in a desperate attempt to seek any sort of stimulation where he craves it most.
"It's too much," Hongjoong mumbles through a moan. "Too much, it's too much..."
Squeezing tight to maintain his hold on Hongjoong, Wooyoung realizes with a jolt that he's currently holding down a man who appears for all intents and purposes to be resisting, without them ever establishing a safeword. He loosens his grip a bit and slows his hips to a stop, and drops the act for a second to give Hongjoong a serious look.
"Hey. Safeword?"
Hongjoong groans in annoyance, cracking an eye open to look down his nose as Wooyoung. "Red."
"Got it. You good?"
"Yes, yes, now please, move, move, keep going, I need it, I need – ah!" Hongjoong cuts off with a sharp cry as Wooyoung slams back into him.
"First you say it's too much, and now it's not enough?" Wooyoung smirks. "Make up your mind."
"Please, please, I'll do anything, I'm so close, I'm so fucking close, just tell me what you need and I—"
"Say my name," Wooyoung demands suddenly.
"Ne..."
"My real name."
"Ah, ah, Woo – Wooyoung!"
"Call me hyung."
"Huh...hyu – hyung..."
"Call me bujang-nim."
"Bu – ah! Come on! Let me—"
"Say it or I won't let you come!"
"Ah, hah, bujan – bujang-nim! Bujang-nim! Fuck! Please!"
Something truly novel surges through Wooyoung – almost euphoric. It isn't really that hearing his name or hyung or anything else on its own turns him on all that much, it's the situation that made it possible. The fact that right here before him lays an incredible, gorgeous man that Wooyoung has somehow managed to earn the privilege of being allowed to reduce him to his most basic, primal instincts. Hongjoong wants to come so badly he'd do anything to get permission, and he's placing so much trust in Wooyoung to not abuse that power.
The sheer power rush is what ultimately pushes him over the edge. As he feels the pleasure welling up inside him begin to crest, he hurriedly takes Hongjoong's cock in his hand and strokes him to the same pace as his thrusts, wanting him to come around him while Wooyoung is still hard.
"Oh, oh!" Hongjoong immediately tenses at the touch. "Can I come? Can I come? Oh, please – please say I can, oh—"
Wooyoung's heart swells with the fact that even now, as he's so close to the edge and losing all control, Hongjoong still asks for permission. "Go ahead, baby, come for me."
And just like that, Hongjoong's back arches and his hole clamps down as he comes. The first thick, white rope surprises Wooyoung, shooting so far it reaches Hongjoong's face, the end of it splashing against the corner of his mouth. His tongue pokes out, and Wooyoung watches transfixed as he reflexively licks his lips and swallows it. The next pulse of come reaches his chest, and the next, his abs; all the while, the sight fuels Wooyoung's own orgasm as he pumps Hongjoong full, shot after shot of come slicking up his insides and making a mess of him.
Eventually, Wooyoung's hips still to a stop, and they look at each other while catching their breath. As Wooyoung gazes into Hongjoong's eyes, a bit of post-nut clarity sets in and he has to fight against the anxiety that threatens to take hold regarding the future between them. It suddenly feels like this encounter was over way too fast; there are still so many countless things he wants to do to Hongjoong, wants to do together. For now, he has to hope their relationship can survive this shift in dynamic, and that there will be a next time.
Wooyoung slowly pulls out, and by the time they finish cleaning themselves up a bit, he's craving some nicotine. "Mind if I smoke?"
"Ugh," Hongjoong wrinkles his nose. "Go ahead. But yes, I do mind. You should quit that, you know."
"Yeah, yeah, okay, mom," Wooyoung through a grunt, his stomach compressing as he leans over the edge of the bed to hunt for his pants.
"Blech, don't call me that."
"How about bujang-nim?"
Hongjoong puts a foot to Wooyoung's behind and tries pushing him fully out of the bed.
"Ack, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Wooyoung has to brace both hands against the floor to avoid toppling out of the bed until Hongjoong finally relents. He grabs his pants and drags himself back into a sitting position on the bed, while Hongjoong leans back against the headboard with a long-suffering sigh.
"You know," Wooyoung says with a satisfied smirk as he starts fishing through his pockets. "I had you totally pegged from the start. I knew you were a sub bottom from the moment I laid eyes on you."
"What?"
"Yep, just ask Yunho. He thinks you're a top, by the way."
"Gossiping about your boss's sexual preferences? I could have you both fired. Besides, you're both wrong – I'm versatile, remember?"
"Yeah, right. Tell that to your destroyed asshole," Wooyoung quips, then gives a small cry of victory when he finally finds the pocket that has his pack of cigarettes. He opens the pack and peers inside, only to groan as his joy evaporates. "Damn it, I forgot my lighter."
"Hmm," Hongjoong starts to get up from the bed. "I think I have some matches for my candles, hold on."
"Thank you!" Wooyoung calls after him as he leaves the room. "I love you!"
As soon as the words leave him, he slaps a hand over his mouth, eyes widening. He'd meant it teasingly; he's told Hongjoong – his boss Hongjoong, before all this Rangi stuff – that he loves him before, just to get on his nerves. But now that they're actually involved, the words hold a whole new weight.
Wooyoung flops back down on the bed and stares at the ceiling, holding his pack of cigarettes loosely in his hand resting on his chest. Love...it's still too early for that. Way too early. It's too early for like. But, the thought makes Wooyoung's heart rate speed up. Hopefully Hongjoong didn't hear him, or didn't really pay attention, and they can just put a pin in that for now.
When Hongjoong comes back into the room with a small book of matches, Wooyoung sits back up and extends his hand out to grab for them eagerly. Hongjoong holds them out of reach, close to his chest, as he climbs back into bed. "I don't trust you with matches on the bed."
"Oh, come on!" He makes a grabby gesture. "I don't want to go outside, it's too cold at night!"
"Spoiled," Hongjoong says, then leans forward to kiss the pout off Wooyoung's lips. "I never said we can't use matches. Just that I don't trust you."
Wooyoung's about to start pleading, the nicotine craving intensifying the moment he fears he can't get what he wants, but then Hongjoong's already pulling a match out of the box so he shuts up and hurries to get a cigarette out of the pack to put between his lips. He holds it between thumb and forefinger to keep it steady as Hongjoong places the tip of the match against the striking surface, before glancing back up at Wooyoung with a sultry look through his lashes.
Wooyoung's stomach swoops like he just hit a drop on a rollercoaster, utterly enamored with the way Hongjoong knowingly wields power over him in this moment. It's a small thing; just the strike of a simple match is all that keeps Wooyoung from what he desperately craves right now, and he could grab the matches from him easily if he really wanted to. But Hongjoong looks happy dangling it just out of reach, and it makes Wooyoung's spent cock twitch.
Finally, Hongjoong strikes the match, a single spark flying out before the whole head erupts into flames with a woosh. He cups the fire as he holds it out, as if to guard against wind like some kind of muscle memory, though when Wooyoung leans forward to touch the tip of his cigarette to the fire, it ignites immediately in the still, warm air of the bedroom. Wooyoung sucks in the first long drag and his eyes flutter closed with pleasure as those chemicals infiltrate his system and scratch that perfect itch. He holds his breath for a good while before tilting his head back and blowing the smoke up at the ceiling, keeping it away from Hongjoong as best he can.
But Hongjoong surprises him by taking his hand and prying the cigarette from his fingers. Wooyoung's immediate reaction is irritation, thinking the man's trying to steal away his vice and only allow him the single puff, but then he sees Hongjoong holding it to his own lips instead. Wooyoung watches with amusement, waiting for the inevitable coughing fit – but it never comes.
Instead, he sucks down a drag so long and deep, Wooyoung's eyes widen with disbelief, hanging in suspense wondering when he'll finish. When he finally pulls the cigarette away, he tilts his head back and holds the air in his lungs, his eyelids drooping closed. Eventually, wispy smoke starts leaking from his nostrils and he reopens his eyes to look down his nose at Wooyoung, a cocky smile tugging at the corners of his lips upon seeing his state of shock. He tilts his head upright and leans forward to blow the smoke right in Wooyoung's face.
Sputtering, Wooyoung squeezes his eyes shut against the slight burning sensation and waves his hand in front of his face. When he looks back up, Hongjoong is stretching to reach for an old mug left on his nightstand, and he flicks a blob of ash into it before passing the cigarette back to Wooyoung.
"Holy shit," Wooyoung breathes as he takes the cigarette in a loose grip. "Where the hell did that come from?"
"I quit a few years ago," Hongjoong explains, leaning back on his hands. "Damn, that hit the spot. I nearly forgot how good it feels having a smoke after a good fuck."
Wooyoung laughs through his nose, still reeling from surreality of hearing his boss talk like that. "So it was good, huh? Did your first time live up to all your expectations?"
"Honestly?" Hongjoong looks around the room thoughtfully. "It was infinitely better."
Letting out the nervous breath he was holding, Wooyoung now bites back a smug smile, trying not to let that inflate his ego too much.
"I really dreaded my first time with a man," Hongjoong explains, somber. "I came close, a few times. I messaged a few people on Grindr before you, went back and forth and got close to meeting up, but I always chickened out. But then you came along, and you were the first one to really play into the whole denial thing. I kind of think...all the edging and everything, and always being horny? That gave me the courage to finally go through with meeting you. Because it kind of...lowered my inhibitions. I was too desperate to care about the consequences."
"Whoa...that's kind of hot, but also kind of scary?"
Hongjoong huffs out a laugh through his nose. "Yeah, kinda. But kind of amazing, too. You gave me the power to let go of so many fears."
"No," Wooyoung stresses, and Hongjoong looks at him in surprise. "Maybe I helped in some ways, but at the end of the day, you already had that power in you."
Hongjoong hums disbelievingly. "At this age, I—"
"No," Wooyoung insists. "You're not some passive participant in your life. I'm not saying you should regret the past, but you could've done something like this ages ago. It's not like I unlocked some magical ability in you. You just started thinking about things differently – seeing yourself differently. And realized what you're capable of."
Looking down at his hands in his lap, Hongjoong nods slowly. "Maybe."
Wooyoung takes another long drag on his cigarette, the growing column of ash at the end now threatening to spill. He gestures to the mug on the nightstand, and Hongjoong hands it over so he can flick into it. Wooyoung holds onto the mug and peers inside. Dried remnants of some kind of tea mingle with the flaky ashes.
"So how did you know you were into denial in the first place?"
"I was always intrigued by the idea of it...it's something I'd played around a bit with one of my exes – her being the one denied. She had a really low libido so we thought it'd be fun to try putting a sexy spin on the idea of her not coming very often. Once we got going with it, it really worked for a while – it made her want to try out new things, and made us both feel better about me coming a lot more than her. And – well...I just kept thinking the whole time about how fun it would be to swap roles with her."
Wooyoung nods as a few vague images flash through his mind of Hongjoong turning his ex into a desperate, whimpering, begging mess. He takes a few more puffs before putting out the cigarette in the mug and setting it on the nightstand on his side of the bed. "Why did you keep chickening out with other guys?"
"I just kept overthinking it...I would start worrying about how the guy could turn out to be some abusive asshole or a creepy stalker, and try to fuck up my career..." He huffs out a wry laugh. "Go figure the guy I do end up sleeping with turns out to be someone with some of the most power to ruin my job."
"Hey, I would never do anything to—"
"I know, I know, just..." Hongjoong heaves a sigh, then shakes his head slightly. "We're so fucked."
"Who's we? You're the one that got fucked tonight."
At Hongjoong's shocked expression, Wooyoung bursts into laughter. He braces a hand on Hongjoong's thigh to lean into him as he cackles and rushes to say, "I'm so sorry, I had to! You set me up perfectly for that, there was no way I could resist!"
"Wooyoung," Hongjoong whines, weakly trying to push him off, but at least he sounds a little more lighthearted again.
Wooyoung wraps his arms around him before flopping down on the bed, dragging him along. They shuffle a little to get more comfortable, until Wooyoung's lying on his back with Hongjoong's head resting on his chest. Wooyoung pets his hair and says, "We'll figure it out. It's not like we had a super conventional working relationship anyway, right? I always give you shit at work so nothing's gonna change, really."
Hongjoong huffs out a laugh through his nose, the air tickling Wooyoung's chest.
"I will literally quit tomorrow if it means I can keep fucking you," Wooyoung says emphatically.
Hongjoong smacks Wooyoung on the chest. "No one's quitting."
"Oh, yeah? I thought you wanted me to quit so I don't get severance."
"Ha, that's right. Okay, go ahead and quit."
"Well, I would, but you'd die of loneliness without me."
Hongjoong chuckles, then sounds all too earnest when he replies, "Yeah...I probably would."
He snuggles a little closer to Wooyoung, then reaches up to gently touch the side of his ribcage. Wooyoung looks down to see he's tracing his fingers along his Spanish tattoo there.
"Nejo..." Hongjoong breathes. "It's really you."
Wooyoung laughs softly. "Of course it is. Were you not convinced?"
"No – I dunno...of course, I was shocked when we first realized who we were. But the more I think about it...you and Nejo are just alike. It kind of makes sense."
"You think so?" Wooyoung questions neutrally. He refrains from mentioning he felt the opposite about Hongjoong and Rangi.
"Yeah," Hongjoong says with a deep sigh. "Rangi and I are completely different, huh?"
"Look, I wasn't gonna be the one to say it."
Hongjoong smiles sadly. "I hope I'm not too disappointing compared to him."
Wooyoung's eyebrows furrow. "Hey, don't say that. It doesn't even make sense – you are Rangi."
"I don't know what it is," Hongjoong idly draws little shapes and patterns with his finger across Wooyoung's chest. "It's just so hard for me to be myself, my true self, in its entirety. Even though I'm always encouraging my friends and family to do so..."
Wooyoung brings a hand to Hongjoong's cheek, encouraging him to look up at him. "Remember what I said? You have the power to change inside you already."
Hongjoong locks eyes with him briefly, then lowers his gaze again. "It's hard," he whispers.
"I didn't say it would be easy," Wooyoung strokes his thumb across Hongjoong's cheek and catches a stray tear. "But you don't have to do it alone."