(no) Strings Attached

Just Us, Always

How loved he felt—even if the word hadn't been spoken yet.

Hongjoong reached up slowly, fingers dancing over Seonghwa's hips with aching care. He paused again, just long enough for their eyes to meet.

"Tell me what you need," he said softly, voice husky but clear. "I'll give you everything, Hwa. Anything."

"I—" Seonghwa blinked through the haze, lips parted, overwhelmed by the sincerity in Hongjoong's eyes. "Just you. Just like this. Please."

A faint smile tugged at Hongjoong's lips—tender and worshipful. He shifted down once more, mouthing along Seonghwa's skin like he was learning a prayer, savoring the trembling flesh beneath his tongue.

Seonghwa cried out, one hand flying up to cover his mouth, overwhelmed by the simmering wave of pleasure—but Hongjoong caught it gently, pulling it away.

"No hiding," he whispered. "I want to hear you."

And Seonghwa let go.

Hongjoong held him steady with both hands on his thighs, sinking deeper, slower—worshipping him, working him open with tongue and heat and maddening patience.

Hongjoong spit onto his fingers, wanting nothing but to prepare Seonghwa, right and nicely.

"Can I prepare you?" He nearly stumbled over his own tongue, his chest suddenly too tight. "Yes, I want this," Seonghwa said, his voice trembling. "I want you."

Without hesitation, Hongjoong let his finger push through. Just one for now, as slowly as possible. "How does it feel?" He held his breath as he let his eyes take in Seonghwa's scrunched up face.

"Weird.." the younger puffed an awkward giggle. Hongjoong chuckled at the honesty. "I know, soon it's going to feel... not weird." He teased, curling his buried finger to let Seonghwa get used to the feeling.

Seonghwa's eyes fluttered closed for a moment, breathing uneven as his body adjusted to the new sensation. "It's... still different," he murmured, voice soft and a little breathless.

Hongjoong smiled, fingers still moving with deliberate, slow strokes. "Different can be good," he whispered. "Better than you think."

The warmth of his touch spread deep inside, coaxing open more than just skin. It tugged at something raw and delicate inside Seonghwa—something that had been waiting, aching to be touched like this.

Seonghwa shifted slightly, lips parting, eyes searching Hongjoong's for guidance, for reassurance.

"I'm right here," Hongjoong said, voice steady but thick with feeling. "No rush. Just us."

Seonghwa's hands found Hongjoong's wrists, gripping gently as he nodded, small but sure.

The slow, steady rhythm coaxed out a soft, shaky sigh from Seonghwa—something between surrender and a promise.

Hongjoong leaned down, capturing his mouth in a kiss that was tender and deep, like an unspoken vow.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured against Seonghwa's lips, "just the way you are."

When Hongjoong attempted to add another finger, he purposely hovered above Seonghwa's proud and tall arousal, blowing softly on it. He watched with almost fascination at the way the younger's skin broke into pores.

"J-joong!" Seonghwa whined, surprised. "I'm sorry." Hongjoong chuckled, not really sorry for the teasing. "I'm going to make you feel real good, princess."

Hongjoong's breath ghosted over Seonghwa's length again, slow and deliberate, watching the way the younger's hips twitched involuntarily.

"Not sorry at all," Hongjoong murmured to himself, voice low and mischievous. His fingers finally curled inside, stretching Seonghwa gently but with confidence, drawing a sharp, needy gasp.