he’s absolutely transfixed by the sight of you, your head thrown back, mouth slightly agape, tits bouncing. and he just can’t help himself; his hand is reaching upwards to caress your body, palm traveling up your hips to your breasts. it pauses there to squeeze the supple flesh, and he can’t miss the way your cunt flutters around his cock at the contact. you sigh in bliss, and fuck, it’s a heavenly sound. his hand rises further and circles around your throat in a gentle grip, enough to make you look down upon him. the way your eyes bore into him, tears glimmering in the low lighting, and your lips still parted as a never ending cascade of moans fall out of them. you’re a dream, and hongjoong’s almost tempted to believe you aren’t actually real, but then you’re pulsing around his cock as your orgasm overtakes you and the way it stirs a groan out of his chest is most definitely real. his hand around your throat keeps you steady above him as you come down, his hips still working to drive himself deep inside you. you’re a mumbling mess now, your pleasure morphing into overstimulation. he’s so incredibly close to spilling.

“come here,” he says, and he’s bringing your face down to his, folding your body over himself. he’s taking your mouth in a sloppy kiss; it’s a mess of tongue and whines and hot breaths. his hips are losing rhythm as he crescendos to his climax; you’re on the verge of cumming again. such a sensitive little thing you are. so easy to overwhelm.