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Park Seonghwa invented tank tops đĽ

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Years of Longing
Author's note: Sooo⌠Hongjoong rented a house for Seonghwa and him⌠how am I supposed to act normal about this?? I tried, I really did. But clearly, the only way I could cope was⌠I wrote this. Hongjoong is possessive af, and we know heâs been holding all that pent-up love, teasing, and claiming in for years. So yeap, youâre getting all the roughness, all the filthy worship, all the desperate, possessive kisses, and yes⌠double rounds. I may have also written entirely too many inner thoughts from Seonghwa, because letâs be real, I was living through him while I wrote it. Honestly, I canât even think about that beach house scenario without my brain immediately going to: them, alone, all the teasing, all the claiming, all the lust. So this fic exists, and I hope you enjoy every messy, filthy, possessive second as much as I did while writing it. I do welcome feedback or any thoughts! Enjoy~ Bye-um~ Pairings: Seonghwa x Hongjoong Description: Alone in a rented beach house, Hongjoongâs years of longing and restraint finally spill over. Every lingering glance, every possessive touch, every whispered claim pulls Seonghwa deeper under his control. From teasing kisses to filthy, desperate anal thrusts, Hongjoong worships, dominates, and takes whatâs always been his. Between confessions, double rounds, and relentless claiming, tonight isnât just about desireâitâs about finally surrendering to the man whoâs always loved you, fiercely and possessively. Warnings: Smut (18+), rough sex, teasing, possessive/dominant Hongjoong, anal sex, filthy worship, multiple orgasms, sexual tension, intense longing and frustration, biting/nipping, dirty talk, submissive Seonghwa, marking, multiple âmineâ moments, overstimulation, emotional intimacy, explicit NSFW content, unprotected penetrative sex (please wrap it up IRL!) Read Before Proceeding: This content is for mature audiences only. It contains explicit sexual material and detailed depictions of sexual acts. Reader discretion is strongly advised. MDNI â Minors Do Not Interact. As always, take care of yourselves, read responsibly, and know exactly what youâre walking into before you do. Masterlist for my page: Lies Lost In Silence
The city felt different when it wasnât weighed down by rehearsal schedules, cameras, and deadlines. For the first time in weeks, Hongjoong wasnât thinking about setlists or outfits or what time the van would arrive. He was behind the wheel of a sleek Porsche 911, sunglasses pushed up the bridge of his nose, the Los Angeles sun spilling golden across the hood of the car. Beside him, Seonghwa sat with one arm resting casually against the door, hair brushed up by the coastal breeze that swept through the cracked windows.
The house Hongjoong had rented was perched right along the beach, a modern glass-and-wood structure with wide balconies that opened directly to the endless stretch of sand and ocean. When they pulled up the driveway, Seonghwaâs lips parted in awe.
âWowâŚâ he breathed, stepping out of the car, stretching his long limbs as he took in the view. âYou really went all out.â
Hongjoong leaned against the hood of the car, smug but slightly nervous under Seonghwaâs gaze. âI figured we deserved something nice. Just us, for once.â
Something warm bloomed in Seonghwaâs chest at the words just us. He wanted to believe this meant what he hoped it didâthat after years of teasing glances, subtle touches, and endless restraint, maybe Hongjoong was finally ready to cross that invisible line between them.
Inside, the house smelled faintly of cedar and sea salt. They carried in their bags, laughing about who had overpacked more, before Hongjoong suggested they hit the store to stock up.
It wasnât anything specialâjust an upscale LA grocery storeâbut the way they moved through the aisles made them look like theyâd been living together for years.
âDo we really need three different brands of cereal?â Hongjoong asked, raising a brow at the boxes piling up in their cart.
âYes,â Seonghwa answered firmly, grabbing another box and tossing it in with a grin. âYou never know what mood youâll be in. Variety is important.â
Hongjoong laughed, shaking his head, but didnât argue.
They picked out snacks, wine, fresh fruit, and seafood for grilling. At one point, Seonghwa reached past Hongjoong for a jar on the top shelf, his chest brushing Hongjoongâs shoulder, and the leader froze for half a second longer than necessary.
âCareful,â Hongjoong muttered, voice tight.
âIâve got it,â Seonghwa said smoothly, turning his head just enough that Hongjoong caught the smirk tugging at his lips.
They bickered over which wine to get, shared a packet of chips in the car on the drive back, and argued like old lovers about who got to cook dinner later. By the time they carried the bags into the house, Seonghwaâs heart felt light. For a few hours, it was like they were in their own world, far from fans and managers and the ever-watching eyes of the industry.
Later that afternoon, with everything unpacked, Seonghwa suggested a swim. Hongjoong agreed, though he seemed more interested in lounging under the shade of the umbrella with his sunglasses on. He wore a loose tank top and dark swim shorts, his hair messy from the ocean breeze.
Seonghwa, meanwhile, was in a white t-shirt and shorts, the fabric already clinging faintly to his skin from the humid air. For a while they simply lay there, each sneaking glances at the other.
Then Seonghwa decided to push.
With deliberate slowness, he tugged the hem of his shirt up over his head, revealing the smooth lines of his torso, his tanned skin glowing under the sinking sun. He shook his hair out, smirking when he noticed Hongjoongâs jaw slacken just slightly before he quickly looked away, ears tinting red beneath his sunglasses.
âWhat?â Hongjoong asked, voice forced casual.
âNothing,â Seonghwa chuckled, tossing his shirt onto the chair. âYouâre staring.â
âI am not,â Hongjoong shot back too quickly.
âSure,â Seonghwa teased, then darted toward the water. âCome on, old man! Donât tell me you rented a beach house just to sit under an umbrella.â
Hongjoong tilted his head back, putting his sunglasses on again to cover the way his eyes shamelessly followed the way droplets clung to Seonghwaâs body. âIâm fine right here.â
But Seonghwa wasnât letting him off that easily. He strode back up the sand, water trailing down his chest, skin glistening in the golden light. Standing over Hongjoong, he extended a dripping hand and pouted, lips curved into something dangerously sweet.
âPlease?â he coaxed.
Hongjoongâs resolve cracked instantly. With a reluctant laugh, he slipped his hand into Seonghwaâs, letting himself be pulled up.
âFine, fine. Donât pout at me like that,â Hongjoong muttered, unable to hide his grin.
Seonghwa squeezed his hand. âI knew you couldnât resist.â
They ran into the waves together, laughter carried away by the tide. They splashed, wrestled playfully in the water, Seonghwa ducking under only to pull Hongjoong in with him. At one point, their chests brushed as they surfaced too close, both gasping for breath, eyes meeting for a fraction too long before one of them turned away.
By the time they stumbled back up the beach, wet hair clinging to their faces, both were laughing breathlessly.
The house had two bathrooms, thankfully, so they showered separately. Seonghwa lingered under the spray longer than usual, wishing Hongjoong had asked him to join, though he would never admit it out loud.
Dinner was simpleâgrilled fish, fresh salad, a bottle of wine theyâd compromised on. They ate on the balcony overlooking the beach, the night sky vast above them. Conversation drifted to their trainee days, their younger selves, and funny stories about the other members.
Seonghwa found himself sighing quietly, watching the moonlight spill across Hongjoongâs face. Perfect. This is perfect, he thought. If only Hongjoong would just make a move already.
Later, they curled up on the couch with a movie. The tension was palpable, thick in the air. Their shoulders brushed every now and then, their thighs pressing closer than necessary. Seonghwa could feel the warmth of Hongjoongâs body, could hear every shift of his breath. He waited for somethingâa hand reaching for his, a glance held too longâbut it never came.
When the credits rolled, Hongjoong stretched, covering a yawn.
âIâm heading to bed,â he announced casually.
Seonghwa blinked at him, stunned. âOh. Right⌠goodnight.â
As Hongjoong disappeared down the hall, a cold weight settled in Seonghwaâs chest. Separate rooms? Really? After all this? He sat there, numb, wondering if he had imagined it allâthe stolen glances, the subtle touches, the little smiles that felt like secrets. Had he mistaken friendship for something more?
No. He couldnât accept that.
Something inside him snapped.
The house was quiet except for the steady roll of waves against the shore outside. Seonghwa sat frozen on the couch, the glow of the TV long since faded, his chest tight with anger and heartbreak. He could feel the sting of tears at the back of his eyes, hot and humiliating.
Nine years. Nine years of glances held too long, of teasing touches that lingered past the point of friendship, of soft smiles shared when no one else was looking. And yet, here they wereâseparate rooms, separate beds, like none of it had meant anything.
âNo,â he muttered under his breath, pushing himself up so fast the blanket slipped off his lap. âIâm not doing this anymore.â
His feet carried him down the hallway before he even realized it. His pulse pounded in his ears, and by the time he reached Hongjoongâs room, his vision was blurred with tears. He shoved the door open without knocking.
Hongjoong, already sprawled on his bed in a loose t-shirt and shorts, startled upright, eyes wide.
âSeonghwa?â he asked softly.
But Seonghwa couldnât hold it in any longer. Everything spilled out all at onceâthe frustration, the heartbreak, the years of biting his tongue.
âDo you even care, Joong?â Seonghwaâs voice cracked, his chest heaving. âDo any of those moments mean anything to you? The looks, the touchesâwas I imagining all of it? Were you just going to keep running away forever?â
Hongjoongâs lips parted, but no words came. He stared down at the sheets, hands clenching into fists.
Seonghwa laughed bitterly, the sound sharp and broken. âI waited. For years, I waited. Every time you brushed my hand, every time you smiled at me like I was the only one in the roomâI thought⌠I thought maybe you wanted me too. But youâd rather hide in your room than face me. Youâd rather leave me hanging than admit anything!â
Hot tears streaked down his cheeks as his voice rose. âWas I just some⌠some fantasy to you? Someone you could tease, someone to make you feel less lonely when you wanted, and then pretend nothing happened?â
His words hung heavy in the air, the silence unbearable. Seonghwaâs shoulders trembled, his breath coming hard and ragged. Hongjoong still said nothing.
âFine,â Seonghwa whispered hoarsely, shaking his head as fresh tears burned his eyes. âIf thatâs all I was to you, then⌠then Iâm done.â
He turned sharply, slamming the door behind him as he stumbled back to his room, clutching his broken heart like it might spill out of his chest. He curled up on his bed, face buried in the pillow, shoulders shaking with quiet sobs.
Minutes passedâmaybe ten, maybe twenty. The house seemed to hold its breath with him.
Then came a knock. Soft. Hesitant.
Seonghwa squeezed his eyes shut, refusing to move.
Another knock, a little firmer.
Still, he stayed silent.
The door creaked open anyway. Hongjoong slipped inside, his face pale, his eyes glassy with unshed tears. He hesitated by the doorway, then crossed the room slowly, stopping just short of Seonghwaâs bed.
âHwaâŚâ His voice cracked, and then it all came tumbling out.
âIâm sorry. Iâm so fucking sorry. I was scared, okay? Afraid of what it would mean if I admitted it. Afraid of the company, of the fans, of the whole damn world finding out. Pretending nothing was thereâit was easier. Safer.â
He sank to his knees beside the bed, clutching at the blanket like a lifeline. His voice shook, breaking with each word. âBut donât you dare think it didnât mean anything to me. Donât you dare think you were just a distraction. From the moment we met⌠Iâve loved you, Seonghwa. Iâve loved you all this time, and itâs been killing me not to say it.â
Seonghwaâs breath caught, his tear-streaked face turning toward him in disbelief.
Hongjoongâs tears finally spilled over, streaking down his cheeks. He reached out with trembling hands, clutching at Seonghwa like he might vanish. âIâm sorry I made you doubt. Iâm sorry I made you wait. But I swear to youâIâve only ever wanted you.â
For a long moment, neither of them spoke. Just the sound of their uneven breaths, their broken sobs filling the darkened room. Then, slowly, Seonghwa reached for him.
Hongjoong surged forward, burying his face against Seonghwaâs chest as his arms wrapped around him tightly. They clung to each other desperately, like two men finally allowed to breathe after years underwater.
âIâm sorry,â Hongjoong whispered again and again, words muffled against Seonghwaâs skin. âIâm sorry. I love you. I love you so much.â
Seonghwaâs throat ached, his hands trembling as he cradled the back of Hongjoongâs head. âYou idiot,â he whispered hoarsely, pressing his lips to Hongjoongâs damp hair. âYou absolute idiot. Do you have any idea how long Iâve been waiting to hear you say that?â
Hongjoong pulled back just enough to look at him, their faces inches apart, tears still clinging to their lashes. His thumb brushed across Seonghwaâs cheek, wiping away a tear, and then he leaned in, pressing his lips to Seonghwaâs in a kiss that was soft, trembling, and overdue by nearly a decade.
Seonghwa gasped into it, his whole body shuddering as he melted against him.
The dam had broken.
The kiss deepened, grew frantic, years of longing crashing through all at once. Hongjoong eased Seonghwa back onto the bed, their bodies tangling together, lips never parting except to breathe raggedly against each other.
For the first time in years, there was no restraint. No hiding. No running away.
Their mouths collided again, harder this time, as though neither of them could bear the thought of breaking apart. Hongjoongâs lips moved urgently against Seonghwaâs, sucking, biting, tasting the salt of his tears. Every kiss was a confession, every brush of his tongue a desperate Iâm sorry, I need you, I love you.
Seonghwa gasped into the onslaught, fingers fisting the front of Hongjoongâs shirt to drag him closer. âFuck, JoongâŚâ he breathed between kisses, his voice cracking with need.
Hongjoong eased him back against the pillows, hovering over him, their legs tangling together. His hands trembled as he pushed Seonghwaâs damp hair back from his face, eyes roaming hungrily like he was seeing him for the first time all over again.
âYouâre so beautiful,â Hongjoong whispered, voice raw. âAlways have been. I shouldâve said it years ago.â
Seonghwaâs chest heaved. âThen say it now.â
Hongjoongâs answer came in the form of a kiss pressed to the corner of his mouth, then down the line of his jaw, then lower still. He mouthed across Seonghwaâs throat, sucking harshly at the sensitive skin until Seonghwa gasped, tilting his head back.
His hands wandered down, tugging Seonghwaâs shirt up inch by inch until the fabric bunched around his chest. Hongjoong pulled back just long enough to strip it off him completely, tossing it aside without care.
Seonghwaâs breath hitched as he lay there bare-chested under Hongjoongâs gaze, his skin glowing in the dim light, muscles taut and trembling.
âFuckâŚâ Hongjoong muttered, eyes darkening. He lowered his mouth, lips wrapping around one of Seonghwaâs nipples. The sudden wet heat made Seonghwa arch with a sharp gasp, his fingers tangling in Hongjoongâs hair.
âJoongâah, fuckââ
Hongjoong sucked harder, his tongue flicking over the hardened bud before biting down just enough to make Seonghwaâs hips jerk. He groaned against his chest, wet, messy sounds filling the room as he switched to the other nipple, lavishing it with the same attention until Seonghwa was panting, tugging desperately at his hair.
âYou taste so good,â Hongjoong mumbled against his skin, trailing hot kisses lower, across the planes of his abs, down toward the waistband of his shorts. Each press of his lips was accompanied by whispered apologies and promises, his breath hot against Seonghwaâs skin.
âIâll make it up to you. Every second I wasted, every time I made you doubtâIâll make it up to you tonight.â
Seonghwaâs head fell back, eyes fluttering shut. He was dizzy, his mind reeling from everythingâthe confession, the kisses, the feel of Hongjoongâs hands and mouth finally on him after all these years.
Then Hongjoong tugged his shorts down, dragging the fabric past his thighs until Seonghwa lay bare beneath him. Seonghwaâs cock slapped against his stomach, already hard and leaking.
âGodâŚâ Hongjoongâs voice cracked, eyes fixed on him like he was something sacred. He pressed an open-mouthed kiss to Seonghwaâs hip, then lower, teasing the inside of his thigh. âYouâre perfect, Hwa. So fucking perfect.â
Seonghwa groaned, hips twitching, need coiling tight in his gut. âStop teasing,â he rasped.
But Hongjoong only smirked, settling between his thighs, lips brushing over the flushed head of his cock. âIâve waited years for this. Let me take my time.â
And then he swallowed him whole.
Seonghwa choked on a gasp, his back arching off the bed as Hongjoongâs mouth closed tight around him. The wet heat was overwhelming, tongue dragging along the underside as he bobbed his head, taking him deeper with each pass.
âFuckâJoongâoh my godââ
Hongjoong moaned around him, the vibrations making Seonghwaâs thighs tremble. His hands clutched at the sheets, then found their way to Hongjoongâs hair, tugging helplessly as his cock slid in and out of that perfect mouth.
âShit, you look so good like this,â Hongjoong groaned when he pulled back briefly, saliva glistening on his chin. He licked the head, slow and filthy, before sinking down again. âAlways wanted to taste you.â
Seonghwaâs breath came in broken gasps, his body trembling. âIâmâIâm gonnaââ
Hongjoong swallowed him deeper, throat tightening around him, moaning like he wanted it. That was all it took.
Seonghwa came with a strangled whimper, spilling hot down Hongjoongâs throat. His body jerked, hips stuttering, mouth falling open in a silent cry.
Hongjoong swallowed it all, licking him clean, groaning as though he couldnât get enough. When he finally pulled back, his lips were red, swollen, slick with spit. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes glazed with lust.
âFuckâŚâ Seonghwa panted, chest heaving. âYouâre insane.â
Hongjoong crawled up his body, kissing him hard, letting Seonghwa taste himself on his tongue. âI told you, baby,â he whispered against his lips, voice low and filthy. âIâll worship you tonight. Every inch of you belongs to me.â
Their mouths collided again, harder this time, desperate and hungry. Every kiss was a release of years of longing, every touch a silent confession. Hongjoongâs lips moved urgently against Seonghwaâs, sucking and nibbling along his jaw and neck.
Seonghwa moaned into him, hands clutching Hongjoongâs shoulders. âJoong⌠fuckâŚâ
Hongjoong eased him back onto the bed, body pressing against him, hands roaming possessively. âYouâre mine, Hwa. Always have been,â he whispered, voice low and rough. âIâve wanted this⌠Iâve wanted you.â
Seonghwa shivered at the intensity, every nerve alive under Hongjoongâs touch. âThen⌠then stop teasing meâŚâ
Hongjoong smirked darkly, letting his hands drift down to Seonghwaâs hips, brushing over the soft, taut muscles of his ass. âIâve waited years to worship you like this,â he murmured. âEvery inch of you⌠mine tonight.â
He pressed open-mouthed kisses along Seonghwaâs shoulders, down his sides, lingering over the curve of his hips. Fingers traced the warm, tight ring of his entrance, teasing him just enough to make him gasp and arch against him.
âYou feel so good, Hwa,â Hongjoong murmured, voice low, rough. âSo tight⌠so perfect. Always mineâŚâ
Seonghwaâs chest heaved, breath coming in short, ragged gasps. âJoong⌠pleaseâŚâ
Hongjoong chuckled against his skin, dragging his mouth lower, lips brushing across the small of his back, teasing him mercilessly. âIâm not done yet,â he whispered. âGonna take my time, worship every inch⌠make you mine completely.â
Seonghwa groaned, hands fisting the sheets. âIâm yours⌠Joong⌠Iâve always been yoursâŚâ
Hongjoong kissed the back of his thighs, brushing just shy of entry, letting Seonghwa squirm. âSo good for me⌠always⌠now I get to take all of you,â he murmured, teasing and praising, letting his voice grow filthy with need.
He eased one finger inside him first, careful and deliberate, letting Seonghwa adjust to the warm, tight stretch. Every movement made him moan against Hongjoongâs mouth, hands clutching his shoulders.
âYou feel so incredible, Hwa. Always have.â Hongjoong whispered, curling his fingers, testing the tightness, dragging out every reaction from Seonghwa. âSo perfect for me. Mine.â Seonghwaâs breath hitched, body trembling.
Finally, he pulled back slightly, lips brushing Seonghwaâs in a rough, lingering kiss. He lined himself up, tip pressing against the tight, warm ring. âReady for me?â he asked, teasing slightly, thumb brushing over his hip.
Seonghwa nodded, body trembling. âYes⌠pleaseâŚâ
Slowly, agonizingly, Hongjoong pushed in, inch by inch. Seonghwa hissed at the fullness, chest arching instinctively, hands gripping Hongjoongâs shoulders. Hongjoong stayed still for a moment, letting him adjust, then began to moveâfirst slow, savoring the tight, warm embrace.
âYouâre mine, baby,â he growled, voice low and filthy. âSo tight⌠so perfect⌠always mine.â
Seonghwa moaned loudly, hips instinctively moving with him. âJoong⌠harderâŚâ
Obediently, Hongjoong began thrusting deeper, each motion deliberate, rolling his hips to make sure every inch of him was worshipped. His hands roamed over Seonghwaâs bodyâgripping ass, chest, shouldersânever leaving him untouched.
âYouâve been perfect for me all these years,â Hongjoong whispered, voice rough. âIâve wanted this⌠wanted you like this⌠for so long.â
Seonghwaâs cries filled the room, echoing with the heat of years of longing and restraint. The pace quickened, thrusts becoming harder, hips slamming together. Hongjoongâs filthy praise mingled with Seonghwaâs moans.
âMine⌠all mine⌠so tight for me⌠so fucking perfectâŚâ Hongjoong growled. âSay it, baby⌠say youâre mine for me.â
âIâm yours⌠all yours⌠foreverâŚâ Seonghwa gasped, voice breaking, body shuddering.
The bed creaked under them, sweat glistening on their bodies. Seonghwaâs hips jerked involuntarily with every thrust, muscles clenching around him, and Hongjoong groaned, losing himself to the feeling.
Finally, Seonghwaâs release hit, hips spasming around him, letting out a strangled whimper. Hongjoong rode it through, gritting his teeth, and with a guttural moan, he followed, spilling deep inside Seonghwa.
They collapsed together, chests heaving, foreheads pressed, hearts pounding. Hongjoong kissed along Seonghwaâs temple, murmuring soft apologies and promises.
âIâll never hide again,â he whispered. âNever. Youâre mine⌠forever.â
Seonghwa clutched him close, feeling the warmth of his body, the steady beat of his heart grounding him. âFinally⌠finally, itâs us,â he breathed, letting himself melt into Hongjoongâs embrace. Hours had passed, but neither of them had truly slept. They lay tangled in the sheets, chest to chest, hearts still racing. Hongjoongâs lips traced lazy, teasing kisses along Seonghwaâs collarbone, shoulder, jaw. Each brush of his mouth made Seonghwa shiver.
Hongjoongâs lips never left Seonghwaâs, pressing, biting, teasing, while his hands roamed possessively over his body. âYouâre driving me insane,â he whispered, voice low and rough, teeth grazing Seonghwaâs jaw.
Seonghwa arched against him, breath hitching. âJoong⌠please⌠donât stopâŚâ
Hongjoong rolled lower, pressing against Seonghwaâs hip. Fingers traced the warm, tight ring of his entrance, teasing him slowly, stretching him just enough to make him whimper and grip the sheets. âSo ready for me,â he murmured. âSo tight⌠always perfectâŚâ
Seonghwaâs voice cracked with need. âJoong⌠I want youâŚâ
With a deep, guttural groan, Hongjoong positioned himself, tip pressing against Seonghwaâs entrance. Slowly, agonizingly, he eased inside, inch by inch, feeling the warmth and tightness coil around him. Seonghwa hissed, hips arching instinctively, hands clutching his shoulders.
âGod⌠you have no idea how long Iâve waited for this,â Hongjoong groaned, thrusting slowly at first, savoring the tight warmth around him. âHow many times Iâve jerked myself thinking about this⌠thinking about how youâd feel under me⌠how your face would look when I hit it just right⌠hell, even just imagining your lipsâŚâ
Seonghwa gasped, hips trembling. âJoong⌠I⌠I did the same,â he admitted, voice ragged. âI⌠I thought about you like that⌠so many timesâŚâ
Hongjoongâs grip on his hips tightened, rolling into him harder, every thrust deliberate. âAll of you⌠mine⌠Iâve dreamed of this⌠you like this⌠so perfect⌠so fucking mineâŚâ
Seonghwa moaned loudly, body shivering. âJoong⌠harder⌠I need youâŚâ
Hongjoong didnât hesitate. He went harder, pounding into Seonghwa with relentless, deliberate thrusts, each one stretching him, hitting all the right spots, making them both gasp and groan.
Hongjoong leaned down, biting the side of Seonghwaâs neck as he drove into him, one hand gripping his hip, the other kneading his ass. âSo good⌠taking me so well⌠such a perfect baby for meâŚâ he growled, voice low and filthy, savoring every reaction he elicited from Seonghwa.
Seonghwaâs cries filled the room, mingling with Hongjoongâs moans. Each thrust was long, deep, deliberate, as though making up for all the years of longing, teasing, and denial.
The tension coiled tighter and tighter, muscles trembling, breath coming in ragged gasps. Seonghwa came first, body spasming around Hongjoong, letting out a strangled whimper of release. Hongjoong groaned, thrusting through it, and finally spilled inside him with a guttural cry.
They collapsed together, sweaty, trembling, hearts pounding. Hongjoong pressed soft, lingering kisses along Seonghwaâs shoulders and neck, whispering apologies and promises.
They stayed tangled in each otherâs arms, whispering, kissing, and letting the aftershocks of passion calm them. No more pretending. No more hiding. Just them, together, at last.
The HWA EVO.R hits the NĂźrburgring for testing as it prepares for the 24-hour race this May.
just remember ateez-waterbomb â25 is less than a month awayâŚ