(no) Strings Attached

Just Us, Always

"I'm here," Hongjoong whispered against his temple, voice rough but gentle. "You're safe."

Seonghwa's eyes fluttered open, shimmering with a mix of vulnerability and fierce trust. "Only with you," he breathed, voice barely audible.

Their bodies pressed closer, skin slick with heat and whispered breaths. Hongjoong's lips found Seonghwa's again, slow, deep kisses that spoke of everything they couldn't yet say aloud—the quiet reverence, the fierce need, the fragile hope.

As the room pulsed with their shared rhythm, the world outside ceased to exist. There was only this—only them, tangled together in the sacredness of belonging.

Hongjoong pulled back just enough to look into Seonghwa's eyes, searching for any hesitation, any sign he needed to stop. But Seonghwa's gaze held steady, full of a fierce determination that broke through every wall Hongjoong had ever built.

"Let me in," Seonghwa said, voice firm but trembling. "All of me."

Hongjoong smiled, raw and vulnerable, his heart pounding harder than ever. "Always."

With that, he moved deeper, slower, surrendering to the moment that had been building between them—fragile, fierce, and infinitely beautiful.

Hongjoong sank deeper, the stretch and heat pulling a guttural growl from his throat. His hands gripped Seonghwa's hips hard, holding him close like he was afraid the younger might slip away if he loosened his grasp.

Seonghwa's nails dug into Hongjoong's back, breath ragged and uneven as the pleasure hit him in waves—sharp, wild, and all-consuming. "Fuck, Joong... harder," he begged, voice raw with need.

Hongjoong didn't hesitate. He began to thrust—slow at first, then with a relentless, pounding rhythm that echoed the hunger burning between them. The room filled with their ragged breaths, desperate gasps, and the wet, slick sound of their bodies moving together.

"God," Hongjoong snarled, lips finding the curve of Seonghwa's neck to bite down, marking him like a prize. "So fucking tight for me."

Seonghwa's head fell back, eyes squeezed shut, body trembling on the edge of shattering. "Please, Joong, I need you. I need—"

His words dissolved into a desperate moan as Hongjoong's hips slammed into his with brutal insistence, each thrust driving them both closer to the edge.

"Say it," Hongjoong demanded, voice thick with lust and possession. "Say you're mine."

Seonghwa's fingers curled in Hongjoong's hair, pulling him down for a fierce kiss. "I'm yours. Only yours."

Hongjoong's teeth grazed Seonghwa's lower lip, a sharp contrast to the fire consuming them. "Good. That's what I want to hear."

Their bodies moved faster, harder, lost in the raw heat of desire and the intoxicating power of claiming each other completely.

Hongjoong's grip tightened on Seonghwa's hips, nails digging in just enough to leave a mark, a reminder that he owned this moment, this body—this surrender.

His thrusts turned brutal, merciless. Each one slammed deep and precise, chasing that perfect spot that made Seonghwa's back arch impossibly higher, his breath shatter into broken moans.

"Fuck, you feel so good—so fucking good," Hongjoong growled, his voice rough and ragged as he buried his face in the crook of Seonghwa's neck, biting hard enough to draw a sharp gasp.

Seonghwa trembled under him, fingers clutching at Hongjoong's shoulders like an anchor in the storm. "Joong... faster, please—don't stop."

Hongjoong's teeth sank into the sensitive skin just below Seonghwa's ear, muffling the needy cry that spilled out. His hips snapped faster, deeper, relentless in their drive.

"Say my name," Hongjoong demanded between thrusts, "louder."

"Joong—Hongjoong!" Seonghwa screamed, voice raw, dripping with want and surrender.

"Yeah, that's it," Hongjoong hissed, losing himself in the wild, desperate rhythm. "No one else."

Seonghwa's legs tightened around Hongjoong's waist, pulling him impossibly closer, their bodies slick with sweat and fever. His whole world narrowed to the hard press of Hongjoong inside him, the fire in his eyes, and the storm crashing through his veins.

The tension coiled tighter, electric and fierce, until it snapped—Seonghwa's cry torn, raw and ragged, his body flooding around Hongjoong, clenching and trembling like it would shatter.

Hongjoong followed seconds later, a deep, guttural roar escaping as he spilled himself inside, holding Seonghwa so close it felt like he'd fuse with him forever.

They collapsed together—breathless, tangled, and utterly undone.

The room was still pulsing with heat, their breaths the only sound between them—fast, uneven, but slowly beginning to settle.

Hongjoong stayed inside for just a moment longer, body flush against Seonghwa's trembling form, his hands roaming in gentle contrast to the earlier frenzy. He kissed whatever skin he could reach—shoulder, collarbone, the swell of Seonghwa's cheek—soft and slow and warm.

Then, carefully, he pulled out, immediately catching Seonghwa when he winced and tried to shift. "Shhh, I've got you, baby," Hongjoong whispered, hands already under his thighs, lifting and adjusting him with practiced tenderness.

He disappeared for only a second—long enough to return with a warm, damp cloth. Seonghwa blinked hazily, flushed and dazed where he lay, blinking up at the ceiling with swollen lips and fluttering lashes.

Hongjoong's expression softened completely.

"You're okay," he murmured, settling between Seonghwa's legs and cleaning him gently, murmuring little praises as he worked. "Did so good for me, you know that? You were perfect."

Seonghwa let out a shaky laugh, his hand reaching blindly for Hongjoong's wrist.

"I feel like I'm floating," he mumbled, voice hoarse.

Hongjoong chuckled softly and leaned down to kiss his forehead. "Then I'm doing it right."

When he finished, he pulled a blankets up around Seonghwa's body, tucking them in carefully before sliding in beside him, chest to chest. His arms looped protectively around the younger's waist, and he tilted Seonghwa's face toward him.

"You hurt anywhere?" he asked quietly, thumb stroking over a damp cheekbone.

Seonghwa shook his head, burying his nose in the crook of Hongjoong's neck. "Just sore," he admitted. "But... in a good way."

"I'll run you a bath later," Hongjoong promised, lips moving against Seonghwa's hair. "And you don't move a damn muscle until then."

Seonghwa let out a small, sleepy hum of agreement, his limbs going limp in the warmth of Hongjoong's hold. "Okay. Only if you stay."

"Always," Hongjoong said, not missing a beat.

And he meant it.

A/N
I kept writing, deleting and rewriting this one lol. I haven't even read it whole yet so if something is a bit off, I ask for your understanding and I'll edit it soon!

Hope you liked this chapter!