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Incessant knocking at his door on Halloween night? Who could it possibly be? It couldn't be the neighborhood kids asking for candy. He'd specifically turned off all his lights and closed the blinds to make sure of it. Pretending he wasn't home even when that meant he had to sit in the dark while doing his work, laptop screen at thirty percent brightness so he wouldn't totally kill his eyes.
Somehow there was still someone knocking at his door.
He would have ignored it if the next set of knocks weren't followed by, "Kim Hongjoong, I know you're in there!"
That voice belonged to none other than Jung Wooyooung—self-dubbed best friend. To Hongjoong, he was more of a menace than anything—case in point, the current percussion set he was doing on his door. And because it was Wooyoung, he hadn't come alone.
"Hongjoong, could you please open the door?" came Yunho's voice.
"We're freezing out here!" Mingi.
Wooyoung was lucky Hongjoong liked Mingi enough to open the door for them or else they all would have become human popsicles. It became obvious why they were suffering from the cold outside when they all piled into his home. "What are you wearing?"
"Do you like it?" said Wooyoung, giving him a twirl. The dress he wore spun with him, lifting up to reveal the little shorts he wore underneath for "modesty." (If you asked Hongjoong, those shorts did next to nothing to cover what Wooyoung was packing.) "I'm little red riding hood."
"I'm a bee." chimed Mingi, situating the white wings he wore better on his shoulders. The stripped arm and leg warmers weren't enough of a buffer against the cold October air when Mingi had on the tiniest pair of leather shorts known to man.
Last was Yunho, whose costume Hongjoong couldn't for the life of him decipher. "And what are you supposed to be?"
"Bee keeper. Mingi wanted to do a couples costume."
"Aren't we just the cutest!" Mingi squealed, looping his arm with Yunho's to prove that they were a matching set.
"Adorable." Hongjoong faked a smile. "Leave."
"Nope. Not so fast," Wooyoung attested, "You're coming with us."
"No the hell I'm not." He marched right back over to where he left his laptop. "I'm busy."
"With what? Work? Take a break, hyung. You're always working."
"Won't you come, hyung? It'll be fun." Mingi begged.
When it was Mingi begging, how was Hongjoong ever meant to refuse? Curse his best friend for being so darned cute.
There was just one problem. "I don't have a costume."
"Two steps ahead of you," Wooyoung sang, brandishing a tote bag from who knows where to reveal clothes he'd packed specifically for when this question arose. Curse his other best friend for knowing him so well. "Let's get you ready for tonight!"
"I look ridiculous."
"You look hot!"
"This isn't even a costume!" Hongjoong cried, pulling at the tie around his neck.
He should really be grateful Wooyoung hadn't put him in a dress. Instead, he put him in tan slacks and a green button up, the striped tie around his neck already annoying him. It could almost be business casual if he wasn't also wearing a fox eared headband atop his head.
"Yes it is, you're Nick Wilde." Wooyoung informed him.
"Who?"
Mingi gasped, "Have you never seen Zootopia?"
He sounded so scandalized, you'd think Hongjoong was telling him about Yunho's secret love affair. (Which would never happen. Yunho was too whipped to ever think about anyone else besides his princess.) He was almost too afraid to respond. "No..."
"We need to fix this," Mingi squawked, "what are the chances you'll let us skip out on this party to educate our dear friend Hongjoong on the social impact Zootopia had on our generation?" He looked to Wooyoung.
"Get in the car."
That was a no. To think Hongjoong might have stayed home tonight had Wooyoung been a weaker man. Sadly, it was Yunho and him who were susceptible to Mingi's pouting.
Yunho was driving them tonight which meant Hongjoong got stuck in the backseat with Wooyoung. As much as he loved Mingi, tonight he was giving him the evil eye for not saving him from their wannabe influencer. Wooyoung asked him to take his photo and when it was Wooyoujng asking, they were going to be a while. It took the whole car ride over for Wooyoung to be satisfied with any of them and then he still made him take more, this time with Mingi, outside of the house the party was being held in.
"Last one! Let's take a selfie." He gave the phone to Yunho since he had the longest arms and he snapped a few photos of them all together. "Thank you for indulging me. Now let's get our party on!"
Hongjoong chose to ignore how cringey those words sounded coming out of Wooyoung's mouth. He ran after them as they approached the house, the bass from the speakers so loud Hongjoong could feel it outside. It was worse going in, practically headache inducing and it made Hongjoong wish he had stayed home even more.
There were too many people, which was to be expected, but still bothersome as they shoved their way through the crowd. They got as far as the lounge before someone was catching Wooyoung's wrist, stopping them all in the process.
"I was starting to think you wouldn't show."
It was Choi Yeonjun who'd stopped them. His smile revealed elongated canines, Yeonjun wearing fake vampire teeth.
"As if I'd ever miss a good party," said Wooyoung. "Just got a bit caught up trying to drag this one out of the house."
He hadn't even mentioned a name and still Yeonjun's gaze found Hongjoong. He clearly had a reputation.
"What a surprise," Yeonjun mocked, not meanly. He was teasing, poking fun at the fact that it had been months since they last saw each other. Since Mingi's birthday. "And you're wearing a costume?"
"Trust me, if I hadn't been forced into this, I wouldn't be." Hongjoong pulled at the tie again.
"Funny, I just met Judy not too long ago." said Yeonjun. Hongjoong didn't know what was funny about it.
"He's already here!?" Mingi suddenly yelled, yell turned groan with Wooyoung's elbow shoved into his sternum.
"We'll see you around, Yeonjun!" shouted Wooyoung as he redirected their group away from his friend.
Wooyoung had pulled Mingi further up ahead, the two whisper shouting at each other, but Hongjoong could barely make out his own thoughts, let alone what the two were saying.
"Drink?" Yunho offered, a raspberry Truly in his hand. Hongjoong made a face at the flavor before ultimately deciding it was a better choice to the beer they had in the coolers.
He sipped on his drink as he took in the crowd, grimacing when he saw someone doubled over a house plant. Gross. He would not be getting that wasted tonight. Maybe, if he played his cards right, he could slip away when his friends inevitably got plastered. He doubted they'd notice if he left early. Mingi was barely coherent when he was drunk. Yunho would be too busy with Mingi. Wooyoung...if Hongjoong got lucky, he'd be too busy with some boytoy to notice him slip away. He glanced over to where Wooyoung was now laughing with Mingi and wondered how quickly he could make it happen.
"Wooyoung!"
Oh they were making it too easy for Hongjoong. He looked to where the call came from and huffed. Damn it. It was just Changbin. "Howdy partner." He made a funny scene dressed as a cute version of Woody with red splotches on his cheeks yet holding a can of beer in his hands.
"Aren't you cute," Wooyoung cooed, going as far as pinching Changbin's cheek. His hand was swatted away.
"I'll lift up your skirt." Changbin threatened.
"I wouldn't mind." Wooyoung countered. ??? (Maybe Hongjoong shouldn't have written him off so fast?) "Where's Hyunjin?" Nevermind. How could he forget?
"Right here!" Hyunjin appeared, wearing a Buzz Lightyear costume, cueing Hongjoong's brain to remember, oh yeah they were a thing. "Hongjoong? Is that you?"
He couldn't very well hide from his junior from work so he nodded, smile awkward as everyone's attention shifted to him. "Hey~"
"I never see you anywhere but work!" Hyunjin squealed. "Good to know you can have fun, too."
If only Hyunjin knew what he'd been plotting before. "Oh, I like your costume." Hyunjin said. "Where's your Judy?"
"My—who?" That was the second time someone had brought up that name.
"You know, Judy Hopps. Your bunny counterpart." No, Hongjoong did not know that.
"He hasn't seen the movie." Mingi saved.
"Oh sorry I just figured—anyway, it was nice seeing you!" Hyunjin left and he took Changbin with him.
Weird. So very weird. Hongjoong turned to Wooyoung, little red riding hood suspiciously quiet. He was sure Wooyoung would have burst into gossip the minute they left, giving them an update on the Changjin situationship. But he was just standing there, smiling. It was almost eerie.
"Do you want another drink?" he said finally. Deflecting.
"Somethings up," Hongjoong mumbled, but he wasn't sure his words carried since someone else had just approached their little group.
"We're playing Just Dance, you guys want to join?"
"Count me in!" Wooyoung happily followed after the stranger.
Mingi went too and wherever Mingi went, Yunho wasn't far behind. Hongjoong weighed the pros and cons of detaching from the group. Pro: he could leave now and face the consequences of his actions when Wooyoung inevitably realized he was missing. Con: he could leave now and face the consequences of his actions when Wooyoung inevitably realized he was missing. Knowing Wooyoung, he wouldn't be getting out of this unscathed. He'd probably break his door down this time. He'd done it before. (Technically he got Yunho to do it, but the fact still stands. If he wanted to, he would.) So Hongjoong reluctantly joined them in the next room.
He recognized the song coming from the sound system. Justin Bieber circa 2012. Wooyoung also knew the song and the dance, apparently, because he jumped into the round that had been underway. Mingi clapped his hands at their friend's enthusiasm and Yunho just shook his head. Hongjoong watched Wooyoung dance better than the people actually playing. Too bad he wasn't being scored. He was sure Wooyoung would have placed first.
The song ended, Wooyoung receiving praise for his impromptu performance. It was time for his actual turn, Mingi stepping up to play too. Because Mingi was playing, so was Yunho. Hongjoong would sit this one out. He didn't really care to dance for the masses, despite the fact that most of them probably wouldn't remember this tomorrow. Cellphones existed and some were already being pointed in the direction of his dancing friends. Recordings that could end up posted anywhere. He could not live with there being visual evidence of his two left feet.
Their resident ARMY picked Butter by BTS to dance to and because he couldn't be normal, he also choose the extreme version. Had it been anyone else, Hongjoong would probably get a good laugh out of them trying to mimic the moves of the dancers on screen. But his friends were actually pretty good dancers. In particular, Yunho, who was currently dancing like rent was due. The crowd was going wild for it.
When they were done, the people around them were clapping, acting like they'd just witnessed BTS themselves dancing before their very eyes. It took forever for Hongjoong to reunite with them with all the people gathered around them.
"That was so fun!" Wooyoung cheered, knocking back the water bottle Hongjoong had gotten him.
"Yeah, but now I'm all sweaty." Mingi complained. "Can we please get some fresh air?"
"Lead the way."
They ended up on the back porch. Despite wearing pants, Hongjoong was still cold. He hugged himself for warmth, only slightly miffed when Yunho threw his arms around Mingi to warm him after complaining that now he was cold. He was glad Mingi had someone to pamper him.
"What do you say we leave those two lovebirds and get another drink?" Wooyoung proposed. Hongjoong was never more grateful for his best friend than he was then.
When they rejoined the party, Hongjoong took notice of the eyes that followed them. There were whispers too, excited chatter that confused Hongjoong until he remembered who he was with. The videos of Wooyoung dancing must have been uploaded. Wooyoung could care less about the attention and Hongjoong tried to do the same, but it was hard when it felt like he was being watched from every corner.
"How are you not bothered?" Hongjoong murmured.
"Huh?"
"It feels like everyone's staring at us." As if proving his point, his sweep of the crowd prompted accidental eye contact with some girl he didn't know. He dropped his gaze. "Scratch that. they are definitely staring."
Wooyoung shook his head. "You're overthinking it."
"No I'm—"
"Excuse me?"
Standing in front of them was the girl Hongjoong had just made accidental eye contact with. "Uh," Hongjoong responded stupidly, "yes?"
"We—I mean, I—wanted to make sure of something. You're dressed as Nick Wilde, right?"
"Why yes he is," Wooyoung butted in, throwing an arm around his shoulder. "Who's asking?"
A big smile took over her face, her hands covering it the next second. "Ah, sorry. I didn't even think to introduce myself. Eunbi."
"Hi, Eunbi. This is Hongjoong. Hongjoong say hi to the pretty lady."
Hongjoong was capable of talking for himself, thank you very much. "Uh, hi." Okay, so maybe Wooyoung's help wasn't unjustified.
Just then, two other girls approached, flanking Eunbi. "Is he? Tell me he is." said one of them. She had green tinsel in her hair.
"He is." Eunbi confirmed and the other one, hair up in pigtails, shrieked with excitement.
"We knew you were! Oh, everyone's going to freak."
"Sorry," Hongjoong interrupted their merriment, "What's going on?"
A phone was shoved into his face. "This is you, isn't it?"
Eunbi was holding her phone out to him and sure enough, the person in the Instagram story was him. But he wasn't alone. There was another photo, side by side, of someone in a police uniform. There were bunny ears on their head.
"What the hell is this?"
He snatched the phone from her hands to read the caption. Who else thinks these two would look so good together? Eunbi had already answered the poll, revealing that a surprising amount of people had unanimously agreed that, yeah Hongjoong would look good with whoever this person was. "Who posted this?"
That question was rhetorical because Hongjoong was already clicking on the little circle at the top left corner to see whose profile it was. Lee Daehwi. He gave the phone back to Eunbi before stomping off to search for that little psychopath.
"I think you should calm down." Wooyoung muttered, hot on his tail. "Daehwi was just having a little fun."
Hongjoong couldn't reply to Wooyoung right now. He kept forcing his way through the flocks of people until his gaze landed on Daehwi. His bloodied overalls were a dead giveaway.
"You!" Hongjoong yelled, sufficiently catching his attention.
Spotting Hongjoong, Daehwi ducked behind one of his friends in an attempt to hide. Too late. Hongjoong had already seen him. "Lee Daehwi!"
Slowly, he peeked his head out, sheepish. "Hey~"
"Let's talk about this civilly." Wooyoung encouraged.
"Yeah," Daehwi spoke up, "please, don't be mad." Hongjoong's face scrunched up.
"Who said I was mad?"
"Um," Daehwi spared a glance at Wooyoung, "just, the way you stormed over here—I just thought—"
"I rushed over here because I don't want to miss them. Where'd they go?"
"Who?"
"The person in the photo."
Wooyoung had eyes as wide as saucers. Daehwi wasn't any better, jaw practically on the floor as he stared at Hongjoong. "Well?"
"Right, um," Daehwi blinked. "I think he was near the staircase last I saw him. He was with Choi San."
"Thank you." said Hongjoong, because unlike what Wooyoung believed, he did have manners.
Hongjoong fighting someone at a Halloween party? As if. (Mainly because Hongjoong could barely hold his own in a fight with a person that wasn't drunk or graceless.) But what Wooyoung didn't know wouldn't hurt him.
He made his way back to the front of the house, searching for the staircase he remembered seeing when they first came in. Wooyoung was still shadowing him, having gone quiet again since his confrontation with Daehwi. It was better like this, less questions he had to answer though he knew they were coming. Hongjoong could only assume Wooyoung was busy writing a list of them in his head as they scuttled back the way they came. Eventually, Hongjoong could see the foot of the stairs. He was sad to see none of the people currently occupying said steps were the boy from the photo.
"Well if it isn't Nick Wilde."
Smirking down at Hongjoong was Seongjun, another junior from work. "Hi, Seongjun. Been here long?"
"Since the party started."
"Then, did you happen to see someone in a police costume around here? Bunny ears on their head."
Seongjun laughed. "Isn't it supposed to be the other way around? I'm pretty sure Judy was the one looking for Nick in the movie."
"Never seen it." said Hongjoong.
"You're kind of a fake, coming dressed as Nick Wilde without knowing the lore."
"Have you seen him or not?" Seongkun raised his hands up in innocence.
"Chill, dude. I think I saw him here not too long ago. Talking with Choi San?" Hongjoong nodded. "Yeah, he was here, but I think someone came to collect them. Pretty built if I'm remembering right. " Hongjoong was not intimidated. Not at all. "They went in the direction of the lounge."
"Thanks, Seongjun."
"No problem. See you Monday?" Hongjoong hummed, already stalking off toward the lounge.
It happened two other times. In the lounge they ran into Yoon Keeho who claimed to have seen his bunny counterpart, but apparently he'd already fled somewhere else. There was no lead this time so Hongjoong went the opposite way they came, unexpectedly taking them back to where they'd walked out to the back porch. Someone had recognized him and asked him why he wasn't with his Judy. Did it ever occur to them that they hadn't come together? That he had no idea there was someone at this party dressed as the Judy to his Nick. Was he being vain by thinking that?
Yet there hadn't been anyone else dressed as Nick Wilde.
This was tormenting him.
"You know," Wooyoung spoke up. Hongjoong had almost forgotten he was still with him. "You haven't told me what you plan on doing once we find Judy."
"Isn't it obvious? I'm going to bed him."
Wooyoung spluttered, caught off guard. "What?!"
"You saw him. He's gorgeous."
"Sure, but it isn't really like you to bother with one night stands."
"Isn't that why you dragged me out tonight? To be spontaneous."
"Now you're just mocking me."
"Look," Hongjoong pulled them into a corner, "the truth is; I don't know what I'm going to do when we meet him. I haven't thought that far ahead."
Like Wooyoung said, Hongjoong hardly bothered when it came to hookups. He was all about work. Staying in and typing away at his computer versus going out on Friday nights. But that didn't mean he didn't know a golden goose egg when he saw one. So long as the buff man wasn't already vying for him, Hongjoong stood a chance.
They'd been coasting the party for an hour now and Hongjoong was starting to think the beanstalk he was climbing was taller than he remembered. How was it this damn hard to find someone in bunny ears? Wooyoung was starting to complain about his feet hurting so Hongjoong sent him to find Yunho and Mingi, mostly to get him off his back, but also because he knew Yunho would probably carry Wooyoung back to the car if he had to. Alone, he found that he covered more ground, but even then, Judy Hopps was nowhere to be found.
He needed a minute to collect himself and he figured the best place to have a moment of peace was the bathroom. Thankfully, there wasn't a line, but there was someone already inside when Hongjoong knocked. He waited by the door for them to finish.
When the door swung open some minutes later, Hongjoong almost couldn't believe his eyes.
There he was. Judy Hopps—because Hongjoong hadn't yet learned his name. He seemed just as surprised to see him, mouth opening and closing like maybe he wanted to say something, but couldn't find the words.
"—going to the bathroom. Let's go find him." Did whoever say that mean "Judy"? Where they searching for him too?
If they were, they hadn't gotten here first. Hongjoong pushed the guy back into the bathroom and locked it behind them.
"What are you—"
The guy chose the wrong moment to speak up. Hongjoong smacked his hand over the guy's mouth to silence him, holding up a finger to his own mouth. The guy made crazy eyes at him.
"Seonghwa?" There came a knock. "Seonghwa, are you in there?"
Before the guy could get any ideas, Hongjoong shouted, "Wrong person, sorry!"
"Oh no, it's my bad. Sorry, dude." The person who'd asked didn't sound as close to the door when he said, "Guess he already went to find us. We should go see." Their footsteps retreated.
Hongjoong sagged against the much taller body. Oh. "Are you... Seonghwa?" The guy nodded. "Nice to meet you." Muffled garbles pressed into the palm of his hand. Oh shit, he was still covering his mouth. "Sorry, what was that?"
"I asked what your name was."
"Oh, Hongjoong. Kim Hongjoong."
"Okay, Kim Hongjoong. Is there any reason behind why you decided to hold me hostage in someone else's bathroom?"
"Are you serious?" Hongjoong couldn't help the incredulous laugh. "You tell me, Judy Hopps."
Seonghwa blushed. And if Hongjoong thought him pretty before, he was more so now. Blushing made him oh so pretty.
"This costume was my friend's idea."
"Really? What a coincidence, so was mine." Seonghwa raised his head to look at him.
"Your friends chose your costume for tonight?" he asked.
"Forced me into it, more like." Hongjoong grinned, sly. "But wouldn't you know it, it's grown on me."
He leaned even closer, crowding Seonghwa fully against the door. Even though Hongjoong was the one looking up at him, he held all the power. A true predator like his costume would suggest. "What about you?"
"Huh?" Seonghwa mumbled, eyes straying lower. He was staring at Hongjoong's lips.
"Do you like being a bunny? I heard" —Hongjoong traced his finger down Seonghwa's forearm, delighting in the shiver he got in return— "bunnies are really good for one thing."
"What's that?"
"Fucking."
Seonghwa's lips tasted sweet, something Hongjoong was not prepared for. He was expecting the lingering taste of bitter beer, but all Hongjoong got was pineapple with coconut cream. It made him think of that one song. By Rupert Holmes. Swiping his tongue against Seonghwa's lips again had Honjoong thinking he'd get caught in the rain any day if he could kiss Seonghwa like this all the time. Messy and desperate in a way that made Hongjoong feel hotter than he thought was ever humanly possible. They part with a gasp and Hongjoong has to focus all his attention on not eating Seonghwa alive.
"Should we get out of here?" Hongjoong suggested.
"Let me just call my friends."
Hongjoong should call up one of his friends too, but he was too preoccupied leaving open-mouthed kisses against Seonghwa's jaw. He smirked when the bunny boy went breathless in the middle of his sentence. Seonghwa got a reprieve while they caught a cab back to Hongjoong's place. Didn't want the cab driver getting a free show. That, however, changed the minute they stepped foot through his door, Hongjoong tugging Seonghwa down to reconnect their lips. Seonghwa stumbled with the action, nearly sending them to the floor, but he caught them at the last minute, swerving them onto Hongjoong's couch. They landed with Seonghwa on the bottom, Hoongjoong having the pleasure of hovering over his bunny counterpart. His breathing was heavy, chest heaving up and down under him. It amused Hongjoong just how fitting Seonghwa's costume was.
"Why so meek, bunny baby?" Seonghwa whimpered at the nickname. Oh was Hongjoong going to have fun with this one. "I thought you wanted to fuck me."
"I do." Seonghwa whispered, practically breathing the word.
"Then do it."
It took a few minutes for Seonghwa to compose himself long enough to switch their positions. Hongjoon's back hit the lumpiness of his couch and he had the fleeting thought that maybe he should have moved them to his room, but then Seonghwa was rubbing the outline of his dick over his slacks and poof. His thoughts went elsewhere. He really wanted Seonghwa's mouth.
Almost like he'd read his mind, Seonghwa began tugging away at his pants, underwear too, leaving him butt naked on his couch. He should have more decorum. He worked on this couch. Hosted friends on this couch. Slept on this couch when he was too lazy to make it to his bed. All of that didn't matter when Seonghwa got his mouth on him. He keened, high and airy, hands flying to Seonghwa's raven hair. He was doing something sinful with his tongue, Hongjoong's leg kicking up from how good it felt. No one had ever made him feel this good. The hands in Seonghwa's hair pulled whenever something felt good, which meant Hongjoong was pulling for all of it. Not that Seonghwa cared. In fact, Hongjoong was sure he relished in it, moaning around his cock each and every time. It was driving him crazy.
"Such a good bunny for me," Hongjoong moaned. "So good with your mouth. " He was unravelling faster than he would have liked, Seonghwa too good with his tongue. "If you don't want jizz in your mouth, I suggest you pull off." he warned.
Seonghwa did not heed his warning. Rather, he doubled his efforts, glazed eyes flicking up to meet Hongjoong's. He was so done for. He came with a shout, hunched forward as he emptied every last drop into Seonghwa's mouth. And as if that wasn't enough, when Seonghwa pulled off, he swallowed.
"You're unreal." Hongjoong sighed, then leaned in for a kiss. Pineapple with coconut cream went replaced by the sourness of his own cum yet Hongjoong still found himself addicted. Realizing there was no lube to continue their romp, he reluctantly broke their kiss. "As kinky as I might appear right now, I don't actually have lube hidden in my couch cushions. Bedroom?"
"Wherever you want."
There was a little too much to unpack from that one sentence. Another time. Right now, he shucked the rest of his clothes off while he took off for the bedroom. He could hear Seonghwa coming up behind him and if Seonghwa had been a real bunny, his actions would be considered foolish. Following a fox into their den. Didn't he know that was a death sentence? He probably didn't care. Seeing as he was eager to strip himself of the police uniform. One by one the buttons of his shirt came undone to reveal a toned chest, then abs. Pretty rather than muscular. Defined, but not overly so. Hongjoong wanted to bite them.
He was already sitting on the bed when Seonghwa flung off his pants, leaving him in tiny boxer shorts that were positively ruined. Precum stained the front of them, surely still leaking since Seonghwa was still hard. Hard and aching for his touch. Hongjoong could throw him a bone—or would it be a carrot? Semantics aside, he reached for Seonghwa's waist.
"Too far," he whined when his arm couldn't reach the man he was so desperate to touch. Seonghwa acted at once, stepping between Hongjoong's open legs. "Much better." He liked a man who listened well.
Seonghwa deserved a reward. Said man bent in half when Hongjoong's tongue made contact with his briefs. But he didn't touch. His hands hovered awkwardly until Hongjoong gave him explicit permission to settle his hands on his shoulders. Only his shoulders. "You really do listen well." he said when Seonghwa did as instructed. The things he could do with this power.
For now, he licked him through the cotton of his underwear. Seonghwa made breathier noises than Hongjoong expected, but it excited him all the same. He liked the song Seonghwa was singing as he ruined his already soiled boxers. Adding spit would do nothing for the growing stain of precum.
"Please," Seonghwa exhaled, fingers tightening on his shoulders no longer than a second. He composed himself before Hongjoong could reprimand him. "Please, please."
"What is it, bunny? Tell me what you need."
"Touch me."
"Aren't I already doing that?" Hongjoong teased.
"More, your hand, please." When he sounded this desperate, how could Hongjoong even think of saying no?
"Aw, bunny baby, you're so desperate for me."
"Yes, yes. Need you."
Men begging for him: sexy. Seonghwa begging for him: absolutely euphoric. "And you'll have me."
Peeling away Seonghwa's underwear turned harder with how wet it was, but once it was off, Hongjoong could admire how pretty he was here too. Cock an angry red that Hongjoong just knew would be hot to the touch. Pulsing in his hand at the gentlest of touches. When his hand wrapped around it, Seonghwa let out a relieved sigh. Hongjoong loved being right.
It pulsed as he fondled the shaft, heat spreading through his fingers as he squeezed tentatively. Seonghwa yowled. If Hongjoong wasn't using his other hand to hold his hip, he would have toppled. Hongjoong squeezed again. Seonghwa's reactions were too good to pass up. He couldn't have too much fun, though. Not if he wanted Seonghwa inside him. He let go and the eyes Seonghwa gave him were devastating. Hongjoong almost didn't have the heart to stop.
"Bunny, you said you would fuck me, didn't you?" A hasty nod. "Good, then why don't you help me get ready?"
Seonghwa was so eager he nearly took them both out in his haste to grab the lube from his bedside table. "Easy, bunny. I'm not going anywhere."
Hongjoong arranged himself in the middle of the bed, pulling his legs up to reveal his fluttering hole. He knew he must be a sight since all Seonghwa did for a minute too long was stare. Unabashed. Hongjoong wiggled slightly in the hopes of getting his attention. Coming back to himself, Seonghwa uncapped the lube. He warmed it between his fingers before he began rubbing the tip of one against his rim. Hongjoong panted as ever so carefully, Seonghwa pushed inside. Taking something up the ass required more prep than just rubbing one out when Hongjoong was horny. So he didn't do it often and it showed, body tensing up as Seonghwa persevered.
"Kiss me," Hongjoong demanded, knowing he needed to relax. With Seonghwa's lips back on him, some of the tension dissolved. He huffed as Seonghwa got up to the second knuckle. "Fuck."
It was already so much. But Hongjoong wasn't a quitter. "Give me another."
Two fingers was almost agonizing, Hongjoong's own fingers leaving crescent moons on Seonghwa's skin. The man fingering him was gentle, going slow even when that meant he'd have to wait longer to put it in. Hongjoong liked that. The way he could hold himself back. Knowing he was bigger, stronger, capable of dominating Hongjoong. Yet he didn't. He let Hongjoong take the lead. He needed this man inside of him already.
With a little more time, the slide became easier, allowing a third finger to join the others. Hongjoong felt so full, but in the best way possible. His body was becoming receptive, enough to where Hongjoong thrust down on the fingers spreading him open. One particular thrust put those fingers right against his prostate and he cried out.
"Out, take your fingers out!" Seonghwa backed off like he'd been burned. "Switch with me."
He made Seonghwa lie where he had just been, throwing a leg over his thighs in preparation of what would come. Seonghwa seemed to realize this too, breathing shallow as Hongjoong grabbed the lube again. He wasn't as nice spreading it over Seonghwa, squirting it on him directly from the bottle. Seonghwa hissed, but it turned into a whimper when Hongjoong took him in hand.
"Bunny's been so good. I'm going to let you fuck me now, okay?"
Chants of yes, yes, yes spilled into the otherwise silent room. That was bound to change, though, when Hongjoong got Seonghwa inside him. He lifted up onto his knees as he rolled a condom down Seonghwa's dick, then lined him up with his hole. Ever so carefully, Hongjoong sank down, hiccups of pleasure running from his mouth without his permission. Seonghwa wasn't supposed to know how good he felt yet. He exhaled, shaky, when his ass met Seonghwa's pelvis. He was all the way inside.
Already, there was pressure on his prostate. If he didn't move now, he might come. So he raised his hips, Seonghwa slipping away, only for a moment, before he was back inside, pressing in all the right places. Seonghwa felt so good, so perfect, Hongjoong couldn't get enough. He was the one controlling the pace, the rhythm, Seonghwa had no part in it. And that was just how Hongjoong wanted it.
"Fuck, bunny. You're doing amazing." Letting Hongjoong use him like a human dildo; absolute bliss. Seonghwa was the perfect lover for him. "Tell me how good you feel."
That set Seonghwa off, incomprehensible for the most part, as he told Hongjoong just how much he liked it. How much he liked being used. Hongjoong could come just like this. From Seonghwa's flowery words and his dick shoved right where it felt best. And he did, crying out as one last grind sent mind tingling pleasure down his spine, body convulsing as he spilled white hot over Seonghwa's stomach and chest. He didn't stop rocking his hips until he felt the warmth of Seonghwa's cum through the latex, aftershocks of pleasure bleeding into his already spent body. His body collapsed without him wanting to, but Seonghwa caught him fine enough, arms winding around him to keep him on top.
"That was probably the best sex I've had all year," Hongjoong croaked, realizing only now how vocal he'd been for his voice to be this shot.
"You're the best sex I've had my whole life." Seonghwa intoned. Hongjoong was flattered.
"Guess I'm just that good."
The hand Seonghwa had been running through Hongjoong's hair stopped, moving slowly until it was cupping his face instead. "You were. You are."
The seriousness of it all was too much for Hongjoong to take. He went to hide his face in Seonghwa's chest before he remembered their previous activities. "We should clean up."
"Shower?" Hongjoong gave a lazy nod, rolling over so Seonghwa could sit up. "Need help getting there?"
"What do you think?"
Seonghwa giggled and it was the most magnificent sound Hongjoong had ever heard. He was ever the gentleman, letting Hongjoong soak up the warmest water first, shampooing his hair, wiping down his body with a wash cloth. Hongjoong wanted to keep him.
But alas, unlike what Seonghwa had come as, he wasn't a real bunny Hongjoong could take in.
He was wearing normal clothes now, Hongjoong lending him some of Yunho's clothes since his probably wouldn't fit. He still looked pretty in Yunho's cardigan and sweatpants.
"We probably made a lot of people happy today," Hongjoong suddenly felt the need to say, after Seonghwa had finished towel drying his hair.
"Why's that?"
"There was a running poll of people who wanted to see us together. Apparently." Hongjoong added that last word as an after thought.
"Yeah? Should we take a picture to prove we left together?"
"But you're not dressed up as Judy anymore."
"You aren't dressed as Nick either."
Funny that. They were just two men now. Two men who'd shared a passionate night together because they'd been dressed up in an unintentional couple's costume.
"What is Zootopia anyway?"
Seonghwa was making crazy eyes at him again. "Hold on, you've never watched Zootopia?"
"I seem to be missing out. Everyone else has watched it."
"How could you—I can't believe—" Seonghwa pulled out his phone, tapping away for a few seconds before he was sitting down beside Hongjoong on the defiled couch. "We're going to watch it. Right now."
He sounded so determined. Hongjoong would hate to burst his bubble but, "Seonghwa, it's already past midnight."
"I don't have work tomorrow. Do you?" No, Hongjoong didn't. "Any other excuses?" None. "Alright then."
He settled more comfortably on the couch, propping his phone up on a pillow between them. Hongjoong's laptop was right there, but there was something so endearing about Seonghwa wanting him to watch it from his phone because he couldn't stand the thought of waiting any longer. It had to be now.
Now, he would curl up on the sofa—that he really should clean later—and enjoy the rest of his night with Seonghwa while he could.
(They ended up falling asleep not even ten minutes into the movie. In the morning, when Hongjoong realized this, he promised Seonghwa they could watch it together another day. As a real date.)