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The sun began to set over the horizon, dusting the sky in yellow-orange that cascaded out to the sea. The house sat right near the water's edge, a beautiful view as the sun slowly began to disappear beneath the water, and the moonlight painted the dark sky with a radiant glow. The air was warm; summer in California was sweltering even when the sun was gone, but still made for a pleasant night.
In the midst of dusk to nightfall, Seonghwa was in Hongjoong's lap, sharing a kiss so sinful the devil would blush at their devotion. They were still outside on the back patio couch, basking in the quiet night as the sound of nature was all that was heard beyond their lips and tongue moving together. The taste of barbecue lingered, freshly cooked and devoured, equivalent to how they devoured each other. Truly, they needed that moment just for them; no teammates, no managers, no anyone around them as they took the moment and savored it.
Seonghwa started rocking his hips forward, arousal seeping into every orifice of his body, and Hongjoong— sexy, sexy Hongjoong was holding his waist, grinding up just as eagerly while absolutely owning the entire kiss. It was fierce, and Joong's hands weren't shy in the slightest as they began riding up Hwa's thin tank top. They were both so sweaty, sticky from the summer heat and barbecuing, but nothing could compare to the deep desire burning them from the inside out.
"We… we should go inside." Hwa broke the kiss, panting, pressing his forehead against Hongjoong, who just smirked at him.
"We should, but…" Those small, callus hands ran further up his torso, splaying over his abs before getting a handful of his chest. Seonghwa let out a little whimper on contact, leaning more into the touch. "The night is so lovely, and wouldn't it just be so nice seeing your beautiful body in the moonlight, arched, and your gorgeous voice singing out to the stars." Seonghwa's response died off into a moan; his nipples were thumbed over, making any relevant thought disappear.
The idea sounded equally delightful and downright ridiculous. Granted, no one was around as their rented house was private, so they wouldn't necessarily be spotted. When Hongjoong proposed staying in LA for a little longer, Hwa was skeptical at first. Honestly, he really wanted to go back home to his bed and all his little trinkets in his room, but Joong was… rather convincing. Which brought them here now, relishing in each other's company.
Maybe Seonghwa was easily convinced.
Even in the heat of the moment, they still took their time, easing their way into all the desires they'd been holding back. They kissed endlessly, feeding off each other's moans and desperation, and obviously, this was leading to something euphoric, something so intense and so needed. Seonghwa was throbbing in his jeans, his hardness rubbing against Joong's equally hardened tent in his pants. Progression was steady, eagerness guiding them further into bliss.
Hwa pulled back from the kiss, breathing roughly while Joong continued to mouth at his jaw.
"Please… I missed you so much…" He spoke, trying to move this along.
"You didn't even want to stay with me until I gave you a proposition." The proposition being this exact moment and more. Due to the tour, it was difficult to just have a moment for them; their time spent was usually in the whole group or managers, or surrounded by their fans, and truly, they loved everyone, but they needed each other alone, just the two of them.
"I mean— mmm!" His voice became another whimper when the lips on his jaw went down to his neck, sucking on the skin.
"Tell me: is it me that you miss or my cock?" God, Hongjoong was a teasing, evil man, using Hwa's horniness against him.
"Both," Seonghwa replied swiftly, which only earned him a little laugh from the other.
"Well, since you're telling me the truth, I think you deserve a little treat." Oh, Hwa was beyond excited, yearning for it.
Hongjoong began guiding him down so he was off his lap, which Hwa followed as he made his way to his knees and sat right between Joong's legs. No one could truly understand how much he missed being in this position; powerless, a moment where he wasn't in front of the stage and luring the crowd with his voice and moves. In that moment, he was right before Hongjoong, his lovely, amazing boyfriend with known lust in his eyes.
It wasn't long before Joong was unzipping his pants, pulling them down, and revealing his hardness pressing against his underwear. Hwa looked up at Hongjoong expectantly, waiting as patiently as possible before receiving a knowing head nod. So he went to work, using his mouth only at first. His eyes never left Joong's sight as he began mouthing at the bulge presented to him, hearing a deep sigh from above.
He wanted to tease just a little as he was teased, but Seonghwa was much hungrier for a different type of meat. With his teeth, he bit onto the waistband of Hongjoong's underwear before pulling the fabric over the bulge and off, springing free that thick cock. God, Hwa was always mesmerized by the sheer size of it, curved a little, long, and he was aware of just how well it filled him. He stuck with just using his mouth, lips kissing over the hot flesh while sucking lightly on a few spots. He moved from base to tip, allowing his tongue to peak and move down to those delicate balls where he spent a bit more time playing with.
"Oh… oh, you really just missed my cock, huh?" Hwa could hear the delight in that voice, but he kept doing what he was doing, bringing pleasure.
It'd been a while since the last time they had sex or did anything remotely sexual. Touring took up all their time, and they knew their fornication was a sacrifice, and Seonghwa couldn't believe he almost fumbled the bag; why go back home to Korea when he could get dicked down in the privacy of the rented house?
Hwa made quick work, taking the head of Joong's cock into his mouth and immediately moaning around it— fuck, he missed this taste; it was salty, musky, and just Hongjoong. He gave little kitten licks, swirling his tongue over the tip just to get the smallest drop of precum. Seonghwa knew of his worth and abilities, and giving Hongjoong the best head of his damn life was always a prideful accomplishment. He started up moderately, taking that cock into his mouth inch by inch and smiling around it upon hearing a deep moan from Hongjoong.
He took his time, wanting to wind up Joong to make him stop pretending he wasn't affected by his actions. His lips and tongue moved in one, licking and sucking, taking that cock and coughing a bit when the tip brushed the back of his throat. From then, he took it all the way down, swallowing around it, and Hongjoong's loud swears were encouraging enough to keep the momentum. His tongue traveled up a protruding vein, slurping all the way back up until he let the cock fall from his mouth with a wet pop.
"You're right… maybe I do miss your cock, but you missed my mouth, right?"
"I do." Hongjoong admitted with a small laugh escaping him. "And your hole, if I'm being completely honest."
"So not me?" Hwa pouted, putting on the most round and pleading eyes ever, batting his lashes.
"Especially you. Now, come on, show me how much you missed me." With an encouraging hand threading into his hair, Hwa was guided back down that cock.
Seonghwa had a certain finesse with it; he flicked his tongue, drooled a little just to make it a bit more wet, and his mouth could open so wide that taking such girth wasn't difficult— unless he did it for a while, and only then would it begin to truly ache. He started up a moderate pace of moving up and down, putting his whole head into the movements while sparing a glance at Hongjoong ever so often to see his reaction— it was such a beautiful sight beneath the moonlight striking over his face: eyes squeezed shut, eyebrows furrowed inward, mouth spilling harsh breaths or moans, and Hwa loved when Joong displayed how much he enjoyed it.
He pulled off again, and this time, he brought a hand out to stroke Hongjoong slowly as he kissed over the head. Joong really made some pretty noises, his deep gasps, moans, a whine here and there, and it was always a treat to get him to be so vocal. Seonghwa soon made that cock home to his throat, keeping every inch in his mouth before pulling up, sputtering a bit. He'd make a show out of it; his talent surpassed any performance he'd ever done, and Hongjoong was the only audience he needed.
But also, Joong was an impatient man, always had been since their debut. Translate that into their sexual prowess, and he would get a bit more bossy, demanding, and that moment proved true when he began to really drag Seonghwa up and down his cock while also rocking his hips up. It wasn't too rough, and even a bit of force was just as pleasant for Hwa as it was for Hongjoong, and if anything, he could get off just sucking cock. He didn't forget about himself either as he started palming his own hardness, moaning more and more; with each moan was a vibration up the shaft, and Joong sounded so sexy, panting like a feral dog.
Hwa let his face get fucked, completely removing his hand, kept his head still, and let himself be fucked like a fleshlight. The once gentle hand in his hair soon yanked him up and down, keeping his mouth constantly filled. It was dizzying, and it sounded so noisy and lewd in his ears, which only amplified the building euphoria. Hongjoong kept thrusting, voice becoming more strained by the second, and the roughness was welcomed. His eyes began to burn tears, and that slight ache to his jaw didn't deter his performance. The pace was brisk and grotesque, but oh so good that Seonghwa could stay like this forever, getting his mouth fucked and throat used.
He knew how to breathe when he was promptly held down. Even with slight discomfort, he enjoyed that entire length deep in his throat. Each thrust grew sloppier and messier with drool and precum dripping from his mouth and down his chin, which only got messier from Hongjoong's balls slapping against it. God, he couldn't wait until Joong unloaded down his throat.
After a few more moments, Hongjoong was cumming down his throat with an elongated moan, holding his head down, and Hwa took every drop, swallowing everything. He savored it for a few moments, moaning in utter delight before pulling back as some got on his lips that he eagerly licked away. Then he smiled up at Joong, who looked so dazed, but only smiled back at him, adoration in his gaze, while he lay his head on Joong's thigh.
Honestly, they'd never take these moments for granted because they were few and far between. Seonghwa almost felt stupid even considering going back to Korea when his sexy ass boyfriend wanted to stay a bit longer and offered him to stay in such a beautiful space. Granted, they couldn't be completely alone due to management, but for that last night, there were no disturbances, no schedule— it was just the two of them.
Seonghwa thought it best to stand and remove his undergarments, becoming just as nude as Hongjoong presented himself since his cock was hanging out. He returned to Joong's lap, capturing his lips in a fiery kiss full of his taste. The new sensation of their cock grinding together felt electrifying and made Hwa moan through the kiss, needy for more, and he knew Hongjoong was even needier from the way he gripped his waist enough to bruise.
"Bet there's something else you miss?" Hwa smirked, a teasing glint in his eyes because he knew Joong so well and didn't always like taking things slow.
"There is, but," Joong hands gravitated toward his ass, giving those cheeks a pleasant squeeze followed by a small slap. "I know you miss something more than I do." Joong raised him up a bit off his lap, continually squeezing and spreading his cheeks apart, and Seonghwa felt so exposed to the outside world. As much as he knew no one would see them, or truly hear them for that matter, the rush of just being outdoors doing these kinds of things amplified his senses while heightening his growing anticipation.
Hwa sat himself up a bit more while bracing on Joong's shoulders. Hongjoong, conveniently, had lube already pulled out of his pocket, and yes, Seonghwa was still going to question why Joong carried lube everywhere he went. Besides that little tidbit, the coolness of the lube dribbled between his cheeks. A moan caught in his throat when wet fingers began rubbing his hole.
"Fuck…" Seonghwa was already beginning to lose his mind.
"Tell me you miss it— tell me you miss being fucked." Such insane words, but it was too true, and he didn't want to wholeheartedly admit loudly, but Joong was touching him so lewdly he'd beg for anything.
"I… oh god— yes, I do miss it so fucking much!" Desperation was seeping through all, hot and boiling his insides. His mind was focused on the outcome, and he knew soon he'd met with unadulterated bliss he hadn't felt in so long.
A finger slipped in, and he was eagerly grinding down on it, gasping out and truly realizing how, yes, he really missed this; he couldn't even deny it. That finger moved slowly to ease him open, pressing into the knuckle before keeping a steady thrust. Oh, that finger was marvelous with sensations running up and down his spine from how good just one finger was.
Of course, Hongjoong was impatient; more lube was added before another finger pressed into him. He knew he looked desperate, bouncing on those fingers, but it was a testament to what was to come. Joong kissed his neck, sucking on a few spots before lingering at his bobbing Adam's apple that moved every time he gulped. His breath stuttered, and his moans elevated as time passed, as he kept rocking his hips down in tandem.
When the third finger was added, he did his best to completely sit on them, moving like he was already riding that lovely cock that he was beyond desperately yearning for— to be filled and stretched was all he needed right then. After some time, those fingers curled, grazing and staying on the delicate spot that had Hwa seeing stars that weren't just in the night sky as his own cock gave a violent throb of neglect, drooling with no relief. Those fingers moved quicker, squelching in the quiet night accompanied by his loud voice.
Then he was empty, clenching around nothing. He missed being full like that, and he knew it was only a matter of time before he'd be full beyond comprehension.
"Please…" He knew he didn't have to beg when it came to Hongjoong, but he was so fucking aroused he'd do anything to just get a taste of that cock again. And his plea didn't go unanswered as he soon felt the tip at his entrance, prodding it. Hands gripped his hips, holding him steady and guiding him little by little before that wet tip breached. The fact that Hongjoong got hard again already just because of him was so damn hot.
They both moaned out upon feeling that first glorious press; Hwa knew he had to be a bit tighter, and he could feel the stretch with the smallest burn that didn't stop him when the pleasure was that immense. More and more of that cock began to enter him slowly, stretching him little by little, feeling the unbelievable fullness that drove him into blissful insanity.
He sank down, legs trembling as he sat right in Hongjoong's lap, panting with his arms dangling over his shoulders. He didn't move quite yet, just savoring the stretch and how deep that cock reached. His little movements weren't much; he was just grinding down on Joong's lap, who was enjoying it just as much as he was, if not more. To have someone in his lap, sitting on his cock, it had to be a powerful feeling, a monumental amount of pleasure.
"I must admit, I missed your tight little hole a bit too much." Hongjoong was meeting each grind with his own, rolling up as that cock brushed against every little sensitive spot.
"Oh… god! I missed your cock. I miss being full and miss getting fucked and—" His words melted in a whoreish moan, loud and, thankfully, they were in private because it'd be too embarrassing to have a noise complaint.
Seonghwa started to take the initiative, slowly rising his hip, letting that cock head be the only thing left inside of him before sinking back down. His head was thrown back, back arching in, but he started up a steady rhythm, dirty and slow. It'd been a while since they'd done this position, where Seonghwa was in control of the pleasure, moving up and down leisurely. Even with all the power in the world, he knew Hongjoong was still in control; even through those heated moans, the desire that swirled in those eyes was raw and fixed— Hwa might be riding him, but he never was in control.
He felt so hot and sweaty, his tank top raised, and he never took his bandana off either. As he looked down at Joong, he just appeared so sexy and feral, almost as if his stage persona broke free and the devil reincarnated was watching him bounce on his cock. He started getting faster, never wanting to be without that cock burrier deep inside of him. As he bounced, his thigh began to burn; as athletic and physically in shape as he was, riding cock was the biggest workout in existence.
For a moment, he sat down completely, shaking and panting even harder, and pathetically grinding down because he was already too strung out. And Hongjoong found this amusing as those hands went to ass, spreading those cheeks apart just to marvel how stretched he was. God, he was overwhelmed with pleasure, nearly too embarrassed to show his face as he hid in the crook of Joong's neck.
"Don't you wanna cum, baby? Keep going; I wanna fuck you properly." Seonghwa wondered why he couldn't be properly fucked now, but he knew it was another teasing ploy, something to make him break at the seams.
He started moving the best he could, bouncing faster and sloppier, and couldn't keep his voice from growing louder. It felt so good, toe-curling pleasure that made him gasp out each moan. He was panting roughly, moving his hips up and down, and trying to make himself cum, but it was hard. Too many sensations were flooding him, making him grow so overstimulated over time, and it stopped his movements, sitting back all the way down, and just shaking as a sob broke through his throat.
"Please… I— I-I can't… It's too much! I'm so close, please! More!" He cried out, begging like his life depended upon it.
It was moments like these where he enjoyed Hongjoong's impatience. He was held, being brought up just a bit, and Joong started thrusting up into him, and the speed was unexpectedly brisk and rougher than his pace. The skin-slapping sound was louder, lewder, and all Hwa could do was sit there and take it. His moans became squeaky, eyes widened in amazement at just how absolutely fucking good it felt getting fucked like this. It wasn't the best position possible, but it made Seonghwa lose his mind all the same.
Hongjoong started kissing over his chest as that tongue lathered over one of his nipples, and he was getting closer by the second. A particularly hard thrust burst white hot pleasure through him, sticking to that delicate spot, and it wasn't long until he moaned out a near scream, painting the front of Hongjoong's clothes with his cum. He rode out his orgasm with the help of Joong, who kept thrusting into him, bringing a sense of overwhelming pleasure that melted his brain into a puddle of euphoria sloshing in his skull.
Soon, he was lifted completely off that cock. Taking a few moments to catch his breath that was swiftly taken away when lips captured his in a hungry kiss.
"Fuck me… fuck me, please, fuck me— I need it, I need you!" Even after reaching his first climax, Seonghwa wanted more, needed more after all those weeks of pent-up tension that finally led them to this moment. He almost said no to this; how unbelievable!
He was soon being picked up and carried back inside, and he planted his own heated kisses on Joong's neck. He expected to be carried to one of the rooms or even on the couch, but he wasn't expecting to be carried just to the large, high windows that showed the surrounding greenery and the peak of the coast. First, his back was pressed against one of the windows, making him gasp at the coolness on his skin when he was blazing hot. Next, Joong let him down on his shaky legs, barely able to keep himself up. He watched Joong undress fully, and his body was so damn godly and hot. Hwa was turned over then, chest pressing on the window, while he felt that cock slide along his hole.
"You know, it would be so hot if people could see you like this," Hwa braced his hands on the windows, fogging the glass with his panting breath. Those words drove him further into insanity; being watched like this, viewed so lewdly and desperately, and the implications were so sexy. "But I also like this being our dirty little secret. No one is able to see you like this except for my eyes only. I'm greedy, what can I say?" Truly, Hongjoong had such a way with words that always got underneath his skin, and the slightest possessive tone was very hot.
No more time was wasted when he started feeling that cock press back into him, making his whole body tremble with need. His hands barely could keep him up as his arms wanted to just give out. Hongjoong thrust into him firmly, holding the control of their pleasure now as stalled, kissing and sucking marks into Hwa's neck. Usually, they wouldn't leave marks on each other due to touring and whatnot, but they were done for now, free to completely mark one another without any repercussions.
Those thrusts started out slow, getting them back used to that glorious connection. This position was one of Seonghwa's favorites: being taken from behind, and mostly, it's getting back shots when he was face down in bed, but there was something so intense about being pressed against the windows and getting fucked while standing. It was the exposure and the fact that no one would truly see them that didn't make the thought of what if someone saw them disappear; if anything, it elevated the arousal tenfold.
One hand was on his hip, pinning him more to the window, while the other hand snaked up his torso, finding his delicate throat and resting there. It wasn't an often action, but Seonghwa welcomed it, craved it even just for a little squeeze. The thrusts started gaining momentum, a steady, moderate pace that kept Hwa obscenely loud.
"Yes… oh— oh fuck, yes… ah-ah!" Hongjoong was really getting into it, pounding relentlessly into him like he'd been waiting for this moment, letting out the tension he'd been holding onto. Seonghwa felt his throat being squeezed just a bit, making him wheeze, and his arms were soon giving out from all the pleasure wracking through his body. The hand on his neck only pressed harder due to gravity, and he moaned even louder. His cock was already hard and dripping again, leaking on the window, and truly, if anyone did happen to see them, Hwa looked like such a fucking mess.
Soon, he was able to breathe properly when those hands grabbed his arms, pulling them back while those thrusts grew faster. He was in heaven, blissfully taken apart with each thrust he was nearly crying from how good it felt.
"You've gotten so strong recently." Hongjoong was speaking, but the pleasure was getting to Hwa's head, so comprehension was becoming skewed. "All that muscle and you still want to be manhandled and thrown around." Joong soon slowed his pace, giving a hard thrust before pressing him all the way into the window, squishing his face on the glass. "Useless muscles when you let me pin you down like this."
"Hongjoong…" Seonghwa whimpered, getting dizzy from the words because it was just one way of saying he was pathetic and humiliation was a hidden little thing he liked; dirty talk and implications were a big turn on for him.
After a few moments of stalling, those thrusts started up again, rough and fast. His body stayed pressed on the window, making it all streaky and foggy while he got fucked practically through it. His mind briefly provided the thought of being caught; he looked so powerless, so dazed and and felt so used. It was a great feeling, and he couldn't lie, getting fucked like this truly was one of the best parts of this entire tour.
His arms were squeezed hard, pinned along the window as he was getting pounded into. It was exhilarating, and his moans got punched out of him, leaving him panting all ragged. Lips pressed hotly on the back of his neck, moving up to his ear before nibbling on the lobe.
"So damn pretty like this; such a good fucking boy."
Fuck.
They really didn't use pet names all that much outside of the normal baby, but being called a good boy coupled with getting fucked so hard, Hwa's climax caught him off guard. He cried out, eyes blurring from tears and rolling into the back of his head while he came right on the window. His body was shaking so hard his legs were giving out from beneath him, struggling to keep himself up.
"Oh my god… ngh-hhh… oh shit— f-fuck! H…Hongjoong, please!"
Even with his climax knocking the air out of him, he still pleaded, not sure for what, and the pleasure was so overwhelming after his climax that he couldn't even think straight.
"That's it... fuck, I love you so much, taking me so well— so fucking good…" Seonghwa was literally gonna lose his mind.
The pace and ruthlessness kept going, and Seonghwa truly couldn't keep himself up. And maybe Joong knew that as he gave one last thrust before pulling out, and Seonghwa collapsed to the ground, trembling from the waves of pleasure soaring through him. He hadn't felt this good in so long his body clearly couldn't handle it— of course, he could handle it, and Hongjoong wasn't done with him yet.
"Holy… shit…" He was soon helped from the floor, his body feeling gelatinous as he was dragged to a standing position before he was scooped up. He was carried again, and even after cumming so much already, he wanted more. He didn't want any of this to stop, even if he was overly stimulated; granted, the time to be carried to the room gave him some peace, a moment to calm how haywire his insides felt.
Soon, he was lying on the large California king bed, legs held up while Hongjoong placed himself right between them. He was kissed senselessly as Joong's tongue licked into his mouth, claiming him all over again. Seonghwa loved kissing; it was such an intimate act, from being slow and sweet or raunchy and messy, and just having Hongjoong's lips pressed on his at any moment was so pleasant. He could just keep kissing, but his needs were high and his hole was empty.
"I… fuck—” Hwa was ready to beg, ready to make a fool of himself just so Hongjoong would press back into him, but Joong must have been a mind reader because he wasted no time thrusting back in, groaning out before completely folding Seonghwa in. "Fuck… f-fuck, oh… fuck!" The pace started briskly at the forefront when that cock slammed into him even harder.
Truly, they were mostly gentle with each other, more soft touches and words, minor teases, but something absolutely insane was making them push past those rare boundaries of intense sex. Maybe it was just what they needed— the roughness after not being able to be sexually active, and they finally got their chance, so why not go wild? Fucking outside, to against a window, and now the hardest fuck of all was in the comfort of the soft bed that was definitely taking a nice blow from every forceful thrust.
Hwa was aware of how he was getting fucked, he could feel it, and his voice was even louder, desperate. However, hearing how hard he was getting fucked was so hot; Joong's pelvis connected to his ass with each thrust, and the skin slapping was so quick with reverberating thumps. His hands squeezed into fists near his head, looking even more pathetic just lying there and taking the pounding he missed.
Hongjoong seemed more focused, eyes locked on him, trying to soak in every little expression and noise he made. Hwa's face was all screwed up in pleasure; his eyes tried to stay open, but they'd either stay tightly closed or roll back in ecstasy. He was drooling so much, and the more he was fucked, the more obscene his sounds were.
"I fucking miss this…" Every time Hongjoong spoke, Hwa had a feeling he was trying to make him cum just from his words. "I miss fucking you, I miss seeing you so gone, and I miss hearing you sound like this; so dirty, so sinful, and yet, so beautiful." Hwa would rather prefer him cursing and moaning in his ear how good he felt, but Hongjoong loved a declaration, and even when he was balls deep railing Hwa silly, he'd still call him pretty.
There was a set rhythm now: Hongjoong would go blistering fast before slowing down a bit, languid thrusts to keep Hwa full. The differing pace felt too sensational, keeping him on his toes and aware because once those thrusts started getting harder, he could barely speak, barely breathe, and his moans were little high-pitched squeaks or little gasps.
"Ah… ah-ah— nghhh f-fuck… hhh… ah…"
Seonghwa was in heaven. He felt so good, too good even as tears began streaking his face. He was such a mess, such a sight, and his mind short-circuited thinking about anyone seeing or hearing him. They'd see a man so desperate for cock, so stupid and crazy for i,t while hearing him reach screaming levels just to show how fucked out he was. The sporadic change in pace kept up until Hongjoong abruptly stopped and pulled out, leaving him squirming and panting.
No, no, no, nonono don't pull out, keep fucking me—
He was turned over. His hips were hiked up, and he instinctively arched his back, pressing his chest into the bed. He turned his head to spare a glance at Joong, who looked devilishly handsome, towering over him.
"God, you miss my cock so much you can't even be without it for long, huh?" He decided to press his head into the sheets, face going red from embarrassment as he didn't realize he spoke out his desperation; was he really that needy? Yes, beyond needy, and he pushed his hips back when he started feeling that cock slide between his cheeks, tapping on his hole.
Hongjoong would find teasing him at a time like this utterly amusing. Hwa felt hands on his ass, massaging his cheeks, squeezing and pulling them apart to seemingly marvel his hole like it was some treasure. But he was also so sensitive. Thumbs began rubbing his hole, making him crawl away a bit from the sudden stimulation. He felt like he was on fire, ready to implode if Hongjoong didn't shove his cock back into him.
His hips were pulled back, keeping him still, and a shrill little scream left him when Joong slammed back in ruthlessly. The amount of endurance and stamina Hongjoong had was insane, kicking up the speed to really start pounding into him. Seonghwa was the past the point of stringing words together, eyes rolling back, and he'd never felt this good in so long.
Hongjoong fucked wildly like an animal, a predator to a prey, and Seonghwa was defenseless, just taking every bit of roughness.
"So… s-so good— oh my god! Yes… yes, fuck me!" His voice was so strained and his words just disintegrated on his tongue, morphing into lewd moans.
Getting fucked like this was beyond pleasurable; it was fantastic beyond comprehension, and he still couldn't believe he almost said no to this. What a close call. As much as he missed being home, nothing could compare to being with Hongjoong and being face down, ass up, and taking the pounding of a lifetime.
His climax was approaching rapidly, feeling his insides churn and boil with a need for relief, and Joong did not indicate stopping either. Hwa didn't even have to stroke himself to completion; he hadn't done that even with his first two releases, and that was proof enough of Hongjoong's stroke game being astronomical good. Hwa lasted as long as he could, trying to hold on until Joong came inside of him, but he was so wound up, so pulled taut, and soon everything just unraveled.
That climax hit him the hardest, screaming out, nearly collapsing in bed, but he was held upright. His legs trembled, the sensations were heightened, and his reality felt so far away when Hongjoong just kept thrusting. He'd grown so sensitive, trying to crawl away from the pending overstimulation because he was just feeling so much at once, but Hongjoong pulled him back, pushed him down by the shoulders, and rammed into him like a jackhammer.
"Fuck… I'm close— take it until I'm done; gonna fill you up." If any ounce of cum was left inside of Hwa, he would have expelled it out, leaving him wrung dry. He missed being filled with cum, missed the feeling of it coating his insides and leaking out of him, and the sheer satisfaction that overtook him each time it happened.
Hongjoong's voice was the first thing he noticed, more strained and huffed. Those thrusts began to lose the rhythm, almost moving at a desperate pace to chase after his own release while Seonghwa held on for the ride even when he could barely stay conscious. Hwa had reached another orgasm, dry and made his entire body tingle, mind overloaded with pleasure as he lay there gasping and drooling, delirious.
A few more thrusts later, before one final slam as deep as possible, where Hongjoong reached his climax, spurting rope after rope of cum inside of him. Hwa whimpered upon feeling the rush of it fill him, and then satisfaction came over him. Joong worked them through their high, shallow thrusts until he pulled out, leaving no trail of cum from his cock to Hwa's hole.
Seonghwa felt like he was on cloud 9, dazed out of his mind that he didn't even want to move. The cum leaked out of him, and he whimpered when he felt Joong grip his ass just to make more cum ooz out. Everything began to relax, once high-strung was slowly melting and easing down. Hwa turned himself over, moaning a bit from the constant flow of cum leaking out of him.
Hongjoong kissed him, but it was much gentler, a sweet, soft kiss that made Seonghwa smile into it.
"I don't think you understand how beautiful you look right now." Beautiful wasn't the adjective Hwa would have used, but Joong was always a sap after sex.
"Oh, shut up, I look a mess!"
"A beautiful mess that I made." Hwa could only imagine what Joong was seeing: his dried tears on his flushed face, marks on his neck, cum on his stomach, and flaccid cock nowhere near getting hard again.
"I guess the mess is welcomed. I really needed this; thank you so much." Now Seonghwa was getting sappy, of warm and fuzzy in his chest.
"We needed this. I've been thinking about any time we could have during this tour, and it was just impossible! I'm glad you stayed with me after all; I honestly thought you would go back home." Yes, Hwa was so dumb to even consider it.
"Sorry, I didn't know you wanted to do… all of that. I've thought about it so much, too, and I'm glad we got to share this moment. You really picked such an amazing place too… minus practically ruining the patio couch and windows…"
"Those can be cleaned tomorrow, but for now, I think we should clean up; let me take care of you." Obviously, Seonghwa wasn't going to complain about pampering.
They soon showered together, getting both the outdoors and the smell of sex off of them. Hongjoong helped Hwa, who was still stiff on his shaky legs, and cleaned him thoroughly. They even took a moment just to relax in the bathtub, just to enjoy the closeness and peace. Seonghwa missed just being held by Hongjoong, feeling his body as a safety net, a familiar comfort.
After the shower, tiredness came over both of them, yawning as they dressed and Joong changed the sheets too before they settled in bed.
They shared soft kisses and gentle touches, just missing this kind of intimacy that they knew they wouldn't have once they both returned home. Schedules would intervene, members would drag them around to places, management would be all around, but at that moment, only the two of them were in the world.
A few more kisses until they were falling asleep, blissfully in each other's arms, something else they hadn't been able to do often unless it meant sneaking into one another's hotel room. Seonghwa felt so sated, and most importantly, he could feel the love Hongjoong gave him, mutual and everlasting.
He might not know the next time they could share such an intense, intimate moment, but he'd never take this moment for granted. To Seonghwa, any moment with Hongjoong was worth waiting for.