(no) Strings Attached

Just Us, Always

Seonghwa's hands tightened around the pillows, face flushed a deeper shade of red. "Joong... please..."

Hongjoong grinned against the sensitive skin, "Patience, baby. You're already driving me crazy."

He dipped his head once more, lips and tongue tracing hot, teasing patterns around Seonghwa's length, letting his hands move in rhythm with his mouth, worshipping every inch.

Seonghwa's breaths hitched, fingers tangling desperately in Hongjoong's hair as he bucked his hips, seeking more of that delicious pressure and warmth.

"You're mine," Hongjoong whispered between kisses, voice thick with promise. "Only mine."

"Ye— gosh! Yes Joong, only yours." Seonghwa cried out, voice thick with restraint.

Hongjoong released a low growl at the submission, the acceptance.

"God damn, little fairy." He rasped against Seonghwa's irritated head. He thrusted his finger quicker, eager to have him loose and prepared for him. This wait too much on him too.

Seonghwa's breath hitched on every exhale. "Please—I can't—I need—"

Hongjoong pulled back just long enough to say, "I've got you, baby."

Then he moved up again, pressing their bodies flush, lips crashing over Seonghwa's with more intensity than before. Their hips met—hard, feverish.

"Say it," Hongjoong breathed into his mouth. "Say what you want."

"I want you inside," Seonghwa gasped, nearly shaking. "Please, just—I need to feel you, all of you—"

That was all he needed.

Hongjoong didn't make him wait any longer.

Hongjoong moved with deliberate care, pressing inside Seonghwa gently at first, matching the slow rhythm of their shared breaths. Every inch was a sacred moment, an unspoken promise wrapped in warmth and trust.

Seonghwa's fingers curled into Hongjoong's shoulders, steadying himself while trembling with the exquisite ache of newness. His eyes fluttered closed, lips parting slightly as he let out a shaky breath.

"Feels... right," he whispered, voice raw and unguarded.

Hongjoong's heart clenched at the softness of the admission. He cupped Seonghwa's cheek, brushing a thumb tenderly over flushed skin. "Only yours," he murmured, voice low and certain.

Their bodies moved together, a slow dance of exploration and connection, each motion weaving them closer. Hongjoong's lips trailed down Seonghwa's neck, sucking gentle marks, grounding them both in the intimacy of this moment—no rush, no distractions, only the raw beauty of trust.

Seonghwa's hands threaded into Hongjoong's hair, pulling him closer, needing the reassurance of closeness, of presence. "Don't stop," he breathed, voice trembling but fierce.

Hongjoong smiled against his skin, a flicker of something fierce and tender in his eyes. "Never," he vowed.

Time melted away as they moved, every touch and sigh a quiet confession—of need, of belonging, of love spoken without words.

Hongjoong's pace remained steady, patient—a rhythm that said, I'm here. I'm not going anywhere. Every movement was deliberate, a promise carved in the quiet space between them.

Seonghwa's breath hitched again, a mix of pleasure and the delicious ache of being stretched and filled. His hands gripped Hongjoong tighter, nails grazing skin, grounding himself in the overwhelming flood of sensation and emotion.