Day 5: Praise (Jjongjoong)
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The dorm was quiet. It was a day off, so Wooyoung had decided to go see Yunho and Yeosang, leaving Jongho and Hongjoong alone in their dorm. They sat in the living room, Hongjoong on his laptop on the couch, working on a half-finished track, while Jongho sat on the floor in front of him, writing lyrics in his notebook on the coffee table. He was singing a couple lines under his breath, testing it out, when Hongjoong broke the silence.
“That’s good.” Hongjoong said softly.
“Hm?”
“Those lyrics. They’re very good. They flow better than the last ones.” Hongjoong replied, setting his laptop aside and leaning forward. He ran his fingers softly through Jongho’s soft hair.
“You think so?” Jongho asked, leaning back into Hongjoong’s touch.
“Of course. You’ve been working hard. And your hard work shows. You’ve improved a lot since you started writing for yourself.”
“Hyung- it’s only been a couple weeks, I’m still not-” Jongho started, but Hongjoong cut him off before he could finish.
“You don’t give yourself enough credit.” Hongjoong leaned in closer, his arms resting over Jongho’s shoulders and across his chest. His breath ghosted over Jongho’s ear and he lowered his voice to a whisper. “You’re so talented — one of the most talented people I know. You’re doing so well.”
Jongho exhaled shakily, his fingers twitching around his pencil. He didn’t know whether to move — lean back into Hongjoong’s touch and show him just how much the praise meant to him — or to stay completely still out of fear of ruining the moment. Fortunately, Hongjoong made the choice for him.
“You’re such a good boy, Jjongie.” Hongjoong whispered, pressing a small kiss to the back of Jongho’s neck. Jongho stilled completely at his words. He felt a heat start to pool in his stomach, which he felt slightly embarrassed about, but he trusted Hongjoong enough to know that he wouldn’t shame him for it if he realized.
“Uh, thank you, hyung.” Jongho replied with a swallow, his throat starting to go dry. Hongjoong’s hands shifted down Jongho’s chest, toying with the buttons on his loose flannel shirt. He started to undo the top buttons before pausing again.
“Is this okay?” Hongjoong asked, his fingers lingering on Jongho’s shirt. Jongho nodded slowly in response. “I need verbal confirmation, Jjongie.”
“Yes… it’s okay.” Jongho replied quietly, and Hongjoong continued working his way down Jongho’s buttons from behind, undoing them one by one.
“You’re always so good for me.” Hongjoong whispered again, pressing kisses to the side of Jongho’s neck. He lightly sucked and nipped at the skin there, leaving small marks as he went. When he had gotten Jongho’s shirt completely unbuttoned, he leaned back to pull it off his shoulders. Jongho held his arms back to help Hongjoong pull it off of him, leaving his top half bare. When Hongjoong put his hands back on Jongho again, he was gently holding the side of his neck, holding him still while he leaned in to whisper in Jongho’s ear.
“Shift forward a bit for me, okay?” He asked, and Jongho listened, scooting forward on the carpet, making enough space behind him for Hongjoong to slide down onto the floor, keeping his legs apart so Jongho could settle in between. He wrapped his arms around Jongho’s waist, resting his hands on the soft part of his tummy.
“You’re so pretty, baby.” Hongjoong remarked, kissing the side of Jongho’s neck he wasn’t kissing before, and then trailing across his shoulder, down the top of his arm.
“Thank you, H-Hyung.” Jongho stuttered, leaning back into Hongjoong’s soft kisses. When Hongjoong pulled away, it was to rest his chin on Jongho’s shoulder, moving his hands to rest on Jongho’s thighs and then tracing his fingers up his thighs to get to his belt buckle.
“You’re still okay, right?” Hongjoong asked, pausing with his hands on the belt.
“Yeah.” Jongho replied, his voice shaky with anticipation rather than nervousness.
“Good boy.” Hongjoong started to slowly unbuckle Jongho’s belt, and all Jongho felt like doing was watching Hongjoong’s fingers as they moved, that one painted nail always catching his eye. When his belt was open, Hongjoong moved his attention to the button and fly, opening them next and hooking his fingers into the waistband of the jeans.
“Lift your hips for me?” Hongjoong asked, and Jongho did just that, adjusting so that Hongjoong could pull his jeans down to his thighs. “Very good.” Jongho’s stomach did a flip again, and he still felt mildly embarrassed about just how much of an effect Hongjoong’s words had on him, but he felt it even more so now that he was just in his boxers. His arousal was much more obvious this way and he couldn’t try to hide it now the way he would’ve been able to before.
“Look at you,” Hongjoong brushed his fingers over Jongho’s boxers, feeling the bulge underneath the fabric. “You’re already so worked up, and I haven’t even done anything yet. That’s so sweet.”
Jongho closed his eyes, just taking in all the things he was feeling at once. One of Hongjoong’s hands was still kneading his soft tummy, while his other hand was touching Jongho gently through his boxers. Then, the hand on his boxers made its way to the waistband, where Hongjoong paused yet again.
“Is it okay if I touch you?” He asked, his thumb hooked in Jongho’s boxers.
“Please.” Jongho responded, and as if that wasn’t enough, he pushed his hips up against Hongjoong’s hand a bit to make his answer clear. With his answer, Hongjoong tugged the waistband of his boxers down, freeing his already hard and leaking cock. Hongjoong took it in his hand, using his thumb to smear Jongho’s precum over his tip.
“You’re so perfect for me. All ready for me and I barely had to do any work.” Hongjoong began to stroke Jongho’s cock, pulling gasps out of him. “Mmm, yeah, let me hear you.”
Jongho was trying to hold back at first, he didn’t want to seem too desperate, but Hongjoong’s words flipped a switch in him and he stopped trying to bite back all the sounds he was gonna make. He let his mouth fall open, exhaling shakily. With Hongjoong’s next motion, Jongho let out a louder groan, shifting where he sat.
“That’s right. Very good.” Hongjoong remarked, picking up his pace. He went back and forth between teasing Jongho’s tip and working his length, trying his best to pull the prettiest sounds he could out of Jongho’s mouth.
When Jongho started to near the edge, his moans got breathier, louder, and more desperate. Hongjoong sped his hand up again, setting a new pace, trying to bring Jongho over the edge.
“You are such a good boy for me. You’re so good at listening.” Hongjoong whispered in Jongho’s ear. “I want you to cum for me now, okay? Can you do that?”
Jongho answered with a nod, and after that it only took about three more motions of Hongjoong’s fist until Jongho was cumming in spurts onto his hand.
“You did so well, baby.” Hongjoong said, bringing his fingers to his mouth to lick them clean. “You’re such a sweet boy.”
He slipped away from Jongho for a minute, standing up to grab tissues so he could clean up. He gently wiped Jongho clean before helping him get dressed again, buttoning his shirt for him and helping him onto the couch.
“You did so well today, Jjongie.” Hongjoong said, slipping onto the couch next to Jongho, who hummed in response.
When Wooyoung got home from Yunho and Yeosang’s, Jongho and Hongjoong were fast asleep on the couch, Jongho’s head on Hongjoong’s shoulder.
