"I couldn't leave you alone with that wine," Hongjoong grinned, already stewed to the hat on Seonghwa's tempting scent and the smile on his lips. 

A giggle was his reward. When Seonghwa stood, his dress cascaded down his body like liquid ink to hug his frame perfectly. Once he offered his gloved hand, Hongjoong left his trilby on the divan to accept it. 

"Let's drink upstairs. It's much cosier than here," Seonghwa sang and Hongjoong would have drank on a graveyard with him; he cared so little. Where Seonghwa was, the conversation was titillating, and the sights were captivating.

Seonghwa floated up the stairs before him, every step graceful on the thick carpet. Distracted by his vision, Hongjoong paid little attention to the portraits lining the staircase. He only saw flashes of colours, a flower-patterned tapestry. Soon, Seonghwa opened a door down the corridor and stepped aside to allow Hongjoong in first. 

Subtly breathing in his scent when he passed the man, the detective entered the master bedroom. A massive canopy bed dominated it, and there was no other opportunity to sit. The scent of Seonghwa's perfume was thick in the air.

Was this where he slept, alone in the bed, meant for him and his spouse? Did those red silken sheets cradle his lonely, beautiful tears? 

Elegant black curtains were tied to the four posts of expensive wood. When Hongjoong turned around, the naturally darkened love nest masked his blush.

Unperturbed by his reaction, Seonghwa closed the door and scurried to his cellarette. The shelves lining the far wall had glass fronts to show off decorative items of wood and glass, fancy cups, books and gifts reminiscing about distant countries. When Seonghwa bent over to retrieve the bottle of wine, Hongjoong's eyes dropped to the curve of his backside in the dress. Hastily, he glanced to the window when Seonghwa straightened.

"Come, sit," Seonghwa offered when he plucked out two fancy glasses and sunk onto the edge of his bed. Hongjoong's hands fidgeted with his braces.

"Is... Isn't that inappropriate? I don't want to intrude."

Seonghwa's laughter was pearly and refreshing, like the chime of birds in the morning. Utterly entranced, Hongjoong stumbled closer at another beckon.

"Oh, please, there is no one here but us. Be at ease around me." He poured a glass and Hongjoong had no other choice but to sit to help him out. Their fingers brushed when he took the second cup and Seonghwa's heat tingled under Hongjoong's skin. Soon, Seonghwa put the bottle on the ground by their side and lifted his glass.

"To an unlikely friendship in a time of need," he purred. Hongjoong clicked their glasses together and Seonghwa watched from lidded eyes how he took a hearty sip, needing the strength of the giggle juice. The widow sipped elegantly, leaving no marks on the glass.

The taste was rich and earthy, different from the watered-down grog Hongjoong was used to. Its warmth spread in his belly and he sighed in praise.

"Good, isn't it? I'm glad I didn't have to drink it alone."

Nodding like the patient gentleman he was, Hongjoong took another sip. Seonghwa's gaze on him made him skittish. Had him squirm in his seat and lower his eyes to peer into his glass. When it was empty much quicker than Seonghwa's, his host didn't miss a beat to pour him another. 

They talked about something irrelevant. Hongjoong couldn't even remember because he was too charmed by the vision of Seonghwa before the backdrop of his red sheets. Hongjoong giggled when he replied. And Hongjoong downed another glass of wine. Soon, the blur of Seonghwa's features was just one beautiful Fata Morgana. When Hongjoong couldn't keep it in anymore, he pressed his empty glass against his chest and fell into the sheets, laughing at his disbelief.

Like a sensual goddess, Seonghwa leaned over him. The twirls of his wrist swished the wine in his glass.

"What amuses you?"

"You're so beautiful. I'm on the bed of a widow who lost four loves and I cannot help but be absolutely charmed," the detective snickered. His mother would hit him with a broom if she heard of this, but Seonghwa only laughed with that deep, silky voice.

"I'm glad you are here. Thank you for finding me pretty."

The bed was so soft. Heavenly to rest on. The silk felt so good when Hongjoong rubbed his cheek against it and his limbs melted into a puddle.

Seonghwa pushed Hongjoong's hair out of his eyes and caressed his hot cheek. His coo called him adorable.

"You look flushed. Let's stop drinking, hm?" Seonghwa put his glass onto the nightstand, out of reach of Hongjoong's lolling body. The detective peered up at his beaut through his lashes. Seonghwa had discarded his fur stole as his body warmed, and so much of his unmarred skin was bare to the air now. 

"What do you wanna do instead?" Hongjoong slurred, ready to take a good nap and figure out any detective matters in the morning. 

Seonghwa contemplated him from above. He elegantly supported his weight on one gloved arm, looking effortless.

Feck, he was so pretty.

A touch on his chest startled Hongjoong. He peered down to find a black-clad hand tracing over his body, feeling him up in a languid caress.

"Hmm, what shall it be? Would you like to help out a lonely widow?" Seonghwa purred and his earrings dangled to his shoulder when he leaned over Hongjoong. The peeper hiccoughed, bewitched by the sight of tempting contemplation, while playful fingers snapped his braces into his chest.

Trembling at the touch that felt intensified by the alcohol, Hongjoong tried to guess the intention in Seonghwa's eyes.

"W-What do you mean?" He stuttered. Red lips pulled into a smile that both found him endearing and snickered about his foolish mind.

"Would you like to hold me?"

Since Hongjoong's brain was so foggy with all his senses washing sweet attraction over him, he didn't think about those words as much as he should have. He glommed at Seonghwa with wild eyes, hovering by his side, with his fingers dipping lower slowly.

"But you are in mourning, I-" Hongjoong gasped for a breath when nimble fingertips passed his belt buckle and cupped the bulge of his pants. They massaged into him torturously slowly until Hongjoong's hips bucked on their own accord.

"You have been hard for so long now. No one has to know, right?" Seonghwa purred and Hongjoong was helpless to the yearning of his body. Why refuse when he was offered? Hongjoong had already guessed those old geezers couldn't satisfy a wild darb like Seonghwa. They bucked gracelessly as Seonghwa sought his pleasure. 

The gaze in those eyes was ravenous. Seonghwa seemed to like what he felt between his fingers, liked its straining. 

Hongjoong couldn't resist him. Addled by the wine and the tempting scent in the air, he nodded. 

A rewarding grin came with a squeeze from below. Hongjoong groaned.

"You don't have to think, darling. Just follow my lead," Seonghwa purred when he sat up. Hongjoong stared, dumb, as those dark-gloved fingers unbuckled his belt and opened his pants. Suddenly, his clothes were in disarray and his straining arousal sprang free, embarrassingly wet despite not doing anything.

Seonghwa chuckled, as one would chuckle at a small and adorable animal. His necklace tickled between his collarbones when he wrapped a hand around Hongjoong.

The detective gritted back a moan when he was about to come right away. So stunning by his side, Seonghwa's gloved fingers around him were a sight that would be ingrained in Hongjoong's mind forever. 

When he squirmed into the sheets, bunching them into clammy fingers, Seonghwa's red lips pulled into another smile. Twinkling earrings matched his eyes as he moved his hand slowly, massaging Hongjoong at a languid pace.

"You are so young and vigorous, aren't you? Can you do it twice, I wonder?"

Hongjoong whimpered. No touch by himself had ever been this overwhelming, and he trembled from head to toe, trying to hold back. His eyes pinched shut and Seonghwa tutted. When his touch momentarily eased, Hongjoong batted his eyes back open. 

Seonghwa slipped out of his shoes and his socked feet came up on the bed. He knelt by Hongjoong's head and a moment later; he tugged him to rest his head on his thighs. The fabric of his dress was silky smooth and nimble fingers caressed through Hongjoong's messy hair. 

"Don't hurt yourself holding back," Seonghwa tutted at him and Hongjoong twitched, making him flush an embarrassed red. Seonghwa's words were enough to make him drool over himself, and Hongjoong was mortified.

A doll for Seonghwa to play with, the detective writhed at his mercy when that hand found him once more. Uncaring about ruining his gloves, Seonghwa caressed a thumb over his slit, gathering up its wetness.

"S-Seonghwa," Hongjoong panted, not holding up. Despite the awful slow pace, his tummy cramped with his need. He whimpered against the widow's side, biting back all those groans at such a simple touch. Was it always so overwhelming to be with someone else? Or was this just the widow's talent?

Seonghwa's second hand traced over Hongjoong's throat, tugging the stifling tie loose and throwing it off the bed. He opened a few buttons for Hongjoong's skin to breathe and roamed his fingers under the white fabric to explore his body.

"Can't stay quiet?" Seonghwa hummed and his hands lifted to the thin straps of his dress, slipping them off his shoulders. Hongjoong went cross-eyed at the sight of his lean chest, the dark pink nipples that stood out against a spread of alabaster. He caught some drool trying to escape the corner of his lips, but he didn't need to say anything. The delicious scent cloud Seonghwa was moved closer and his hand guided Hongjoong's face to his chest.

"Here, suck on them. Pretend it's your mother's bosom," he offered, and Hongjoong had no idea what he was doing, but he would follow Seonghwa's lead. His lips latched onto one of those beautiful nubs and Seonghwa's light moan was enough to have Hongjoong's stomach lock up. With the taste of Seonghwa's skin on his lips, the hardened nipple reacting to his sucking and nipping, he stemmed his legs against the bed when he came all over Seonghwa's hand. White clung to his gloves and the diamond ring on his fourth finger. 

Hongjoong floated on a cloud of pleasure higher than ever before, while Seonghwa worked him through it. Mindless lips suckled away, greedy for more noise from this stunning man. Like a child, grappling and hungry for milk, Hongjoong rested in his bliss.

The headiness of his orgasm cleared, but the veil of desire held fast. When Hongjoong switched to Seonghwa's other side, he mewled, needing more. His body curled up, seeking closer contact, wanting to give the same bliss back to Seonghwa. 

Delighted fingers caressed through his hair and scratched behind his scalp. Praised him until Hongjoong was putty in his fingers.

"Do you want more, sweet darling? You couldn't suggest wanting to enter me, could you? How scandalous when we are not married," Seonghwa gasped out, but his sly grin was playing his merry games. 

Hongjoong tried extra hard, laved his tongue against Seonghwa's chest until a mark blossomed and the fingers in the back of his head twitched.

"Please," Hongjoong panted, mad from want. He was hard again, and Seonghwa was impressed as he trailed a fingertip over his straining length. 

"You can never tell anyone about this, yes? It has to be our little secret. Do you promise?" Seonghwa whispered to him and Hongjoong pulled back to nod eagerly. He begged Seonghwa with his eyes and was rewarded with another mischievous grin. 

"So be it. Scoot further up for me, yes?" Seonghwa's heat disappeared when Hongjoong scrambled to obey. He ripped his clothes off his body so Seonghwa wouldn't hurt himself on them and didn't care where they landed. Embarrassingly exposed, he settled on the bed.

"Good," Seonghwa praised him, and the strain inside Hongjoong melted. He peered up when Seonghwa sunk to his side, turning his back.

"Could you help me open my dress?" He asked, and Hongjoong was so hasty he almost knocked into him. Trembling fingertips clutched to the tiny zipper, riding it down the curve of Seonghwa's spine and bottom. He gulped when a black garter belt came into view, unable to go on, but Seonghwa took over for him. When he rose, the dress slipped off him to leave him only in his garter and the thigh-high stockings. Hongjoong's fingers trembled when he peered down at the lace string Seonghwa wore, cupping his arousal against his hip elegantly. 

The gloves stayed on as Seonghwa opened the drawer on the bedside table. He brought forth a jar of oil and Hongjoong couldn't think about how often Seonghwa had done this ritual with those husbands of his. How they must have panted in wait just as he. 

After trickling a generous amount over Hongjoong's length, Seonghwa finally straddled him. The press of his lean thighs felt heavenly, but Hongjoong didn't dare reach for his hips. Red marks blossomed on Seonghwa's pale chest and his smile was ever so alluring as he nimbly tugged his string to the side so the most private parts of him were exposed, yet his length was still neatly cradled.

It was gorgeous like the rest of him, resting against his hip with a flushed pink tip. He saved touching it, focusing on the wet slide of Hongjoong against his back. Every movement was graceful, sure of himself. Hongjoong's body shared no other thought than wanting to be buried deep.

But when Seonghwa made to align himself, the detective's hands shot out. A look had them sinking right back down, but his worries made it past his lips.

"Y-You won't get hurt?"

A tender smile soothed the knit in Hongjoong's brow.

"I often play alone, my darling. No worries."

Was he an otherworldly being? Sent to this world to feed on unsuspecting men and their sexual desires? How was one so beautiful?

Hongjoong gritted his teeth when his tip kissed the soft give of an entrance. He tried to exhale, holding back his need, but almost choked on his gasp when the tight muscle opened and Seonghwa's body allowed him in.

It was Hongjoong's first time entering someone. Instantly, he was overwhelmed by the sensations. Seonghwa's grip on him was so tight, so hot. His insides felt soft and Hongjoong just couldn't.

His head flung into the pillows when he came again, spilling inside Seonghwa without permission. He quivered from head to toe as this orgasm left him reeling, near making him pass out. Liquid heat pooled in his stomach and unravelled all at the same time, and his call was hoarse in the heady air. 

When he came to, Seonghwa hovered above him and one hand supported his weight on Hongjoong's chest. He had frozen, but not out of dislike.

"Oh," Seonghwa giggled in surprise. "It's not fully in yet."

Hongjoong gasped for breath. His tongue wouldn't move and his fingers were cramped into the sheets. He could feel a wet spot forming below his back.

"I'm so sorry," he brought out, sensitive to the pressure around him. Seonghwa didn't have to wait long for his blood to come rushing right back, still not sated. 

"It will ease the glide, won't it? But you must have patience. I'm not young like you," Seonghwa teased when he sunk deeper, taking Hongjoong wholly.

Hongjoong tasted blood, he bit his lip that hard. Seonghwa's head lolled as he appreciated the feeling, the fullness, the lively throb. 

Just barely holding back a cry, Hongjoong whimpered his name. 

A wet squelch sounded when Seonghwa rolled his hips. He tested Hongjoong's position and adjusted his seating, sinking down at ease. So composed even now. His smile peered through the dark of his hair.

"Just like that. Move along with me, hm? Gently so," he instructed, and Hongjoong forced himself to caution. He rocked his hips in a clumsy movement, creating friction, and both of them moaned. Seonghwa's sounds were his greatest bliss, so Hongjoong gained confidence. He did it again, found a rhythm with Seonghwa's movements, and was overjoyed when more sighs fell from those plush lips.

"Good, you're doing good," Seonghwa hummed as he sunk back against Hongjoong's thrusts, braced on his chest elegantly. His insides engulfed Hongjoong as if they were made for him, massaging his throbbing flesh. Overwhelmed, Hongjoong took in his vision, the flutter of his chest and the movement visible through his belly.

More, he needed more. He needed Seonghwa to be so debauched he forgot his polish and his ribbing.

Desperately bucking into him, Hongjoong cried out in sensitivity. He wanted to come, yet was too overwhelmed to do it. 

Holding out for Seonghwa, he did his best, entering the wet heat from below until noises of lovemaking filled the room.

Shaken up by his vigour, Seonghwa balanced against him. His brows were knitted and his second hand fell to his middle, finally teasing over his tip in the most minuscule touches.

The sight drove Hongjoong mad. It was so delicate, so sweet, but he wanted to be nasty about this. Wanted to ram into Seonghwa until he was sprawled out without strength, coming violently until his spill reached his black collar.

Though Seonghwa rocked back into him, a warning glint entered his eyes. He took in Hongjoong's desperate expression, the drool on his lips and tears in his eyes as everything was too much for him.

And though he might have told him off any other day; this time, he tilted his head.

"A bit more, sweetheart. Just a bit," he gasped out and Hongjoong's legs twitched and kicked out, desperately finding his footing until he lifted Seonghwa's weight with his every violent jab. 

Seonghwa came first, and it was a sight so sacred. His spill splattered over his abdomen, needing time for his body to find its pleasure, but when it finally happened with such dignity, it looked so lovely against his flushed skin. Thick and creamy, it gave away he rarely got to come this way.

His pride and the vision of Seonghwa's relaxed face finally released Hongjoong from his torment. His hips rocked into that tightened channel, trying to reach as far as he could. Seonghwa didn't permit him, but Hongjoong was too far gone to think. He added to the prior mess that coated their bodies, filling Seonghwa until he reached for his abdomen with trembling fingers.

For a moment, they caught their breaths. Hongjoong slipped free, and he felt the trickle of liquid from below as Seonghwa couldn't hold it inside.

Harsh pants gasped against the lack of oxygen in the room. Their stench was disgusting now.

Seonghwa reached behind to check on his entrance. White clung to his fingers, and he chuckled at its sight.

"Coming so often for me, how adorable," he hummed, and his voice was smooth and sated.

Hongjoong could fall right asleep. Could embrace Seonghwa, maybe suckle on those adorable nipples some more, and sleep like a rock. 

But when Seonghwa pulled off, the uncomfortable cold made the peeper groan. He was offered his cup, but Hongjoong had to shake his head, feeling the migraine post intoxication incoming. 

Seonghwa shrugged a black robe over his shoulders and offered Hongjoong tissues to clean up. Shyly, he wiped the worst away.

"Shall I wash you?" He suggested, awkward what to do from this point on, but Seonghwa shook his head with a sly grin. His robe reached just over his stockings and he enjoyed the liquids sticking to his bare skin. 

Still exhilarated by his beauty even when he was so spent, Hongjoong slipped into his pants. A look at the time had him gasp. The sun would set soon and he had to report back to Yunho today.

"Must you leave already? I could cook for you," Seonghwa suggested, and Hongjoong wanted to say yes so badly. Wanted to stay and eat to his heart's content and maybe bend Seonghwa over the counter again before the night ended.

"I'm sorry," he whimpered, but Seonghwa let him off with a rich chuckle. He got rid of his gloves and guided Hongjoong back downstairs. On the way, Hongjoong fiddled his tie around his neck.

Down at the door, Seonghwa halted to fix it for him. The spots on his chest peered out through the loosely tied robe and Hongjoong ogled him full of pride. 

A kiss pressed to his cheek. Lips so plush.

"Come visit me again, hm? We can keep everything that happens here a secret," Seonghwa purred and Hongjoong nodded hastily. He shyly bowed his head in a goodbye wish.

"Take care," he stuttered, sorry he couldn't do more, but he already got so much out of today. Once he was sober, it would come crashing down on him.

"Have a good trip home, sweetheart. Thank you for satisfying me tonight," Seonghwa hummed as he saw him off and Hongjoong stumbled on his way down the stairs before he made it back into the bustling reality of London to report back to Yunho.

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