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Jongho should’ve known when Hongjoong messaged him to come to his room so he could record his “pretty noises” for his new song, that he did not mean singing. He should’ve also turned around and left when he walked in on Hongjoong adjusting a mic over the bed, towel and lube already laid out like some kind of porn scene. Jongho wanted to refuse–really he did–but the mischievous smirk and glint in Hongjoong's eyes pulled him in before he got the chance.
“Hyung… What is the meaning of all this?” Jongho still asked despite the obvious, letting Hongjoong drag him towards the bed.
“I want to record you!” Hongjoong exclaimed, an air of nonchalance in his voice. “There’s something I want to try out for this song I’m working on.”
“And that requires me…and lube…because?” Jongho narrowed his eyes, waiting for an explanation. He was used to his hyungs antics all the time, almost never refusing any of their proposals of fucking him, but this one was definitely new.
“Come on, bear, you know why.” Hongjoong eyes turned dark as he got closer, smirking at the shiver that ran down Jongho’s body. He held on to Jongho’s hips, squeezing the soft layer of flesh he loved so much, almost as much as the small moan that escaped his lips. “You make the sweetest sounds, all whiny and desperate, it’s addicting and I need it.”
Hongjoong pushed Jongho onto the bed, taking the younger by surprise as he bounced against the soft mattress. Hongjoong didn’t give Jongho a chance to speak, putting a hand on his chest, making Jongho lay flat on his back and taking the chance to run his fingers teasingly down his abdomen. Jongho gasped, heat pooling in his lower abdomen, not making a move as he let his hyung touch him however he pleased.
Hongjoong stopped right at the waistband of Jongho's shorts, already starting to see the outline of his hardening cock. He didn’t touch him there, not yet, choosing to focus on Jongho’s thighs instead. He knew the younger was growing frustrated, never the one to have much patience when he was turned on.
“Joongie hyung…” Jongho whined, a small pout on his lips, planting his feet on the bed, caging Hongjoong between his legs. “Stop teasing and touch me already.”
“But I am, baby bear.” Hongjoong pushed the mic closer towards Jongho, ignoring the younger's annoyed huff while he made sure it was recording. “Do you want more? Is that what you want, love?”
Jongho’s face turned beet red, the mixture of Hongjoong's sweetened tone and the awareness that he's being recorded made something twist inside him. He nodded, too shy to voice it out loud, spreading his legs further to get the idea across. It seemed to be working, Hongjoong's eyes had turned even darker as the hem of Jongho’s shorts had bunched down, exposing more of his honey tanned thighs. But he didn’t move, not yet, he was here on a mission after all.
“Say it.” Hongjoong fingers traced Jongho’s thighs, his touch feather light, goosebumps rising in his path. “Tell me exactly what you want and I'll give you whatever you desire, everything and more.”
A whine escaped from the back of Jongho’s throat, high pitched and desperate, the need to be touched no longer containable. The ache in his lower belly was getting stronger, Hongjoong always had that effect on him, able to turn him into a needy mess from just a few simple touches.
“Please.” Jongho’s hips twitched when Hongjoong dug his fingers into his thighs. “Fuck me–ruin me–do whatever you want just…please…I need more.”
One side of Hongjoong’s mouth lifted, diving down to kiss and suck marks all over Jongho’s thighs, aiming for the spots he knew were the most sensitive. Jongho arched his back off the bed, crying out from the pleasure, the sweet heat of Hongjoong's mouth igniting the fire deep within him. Hongjoong was so close, yet so far, to the place that ached to be touched the most–and Jongho couldn’t take it anymore.
“More–hyungie please–hurts.” Tears brimmed Jongho’s eyes, his desperation contorting his face into the sweetest of sights. He never liked his pleasure to be delayed, he would rather be pushed into the depths of overstimulation, to the point of blacking out, than to ever be denied his sweet release.
And Hongjoong knew that very well.
“What a greedy thing you are.” Hongjoong taunted, a small giggle escaping his lips. “You told me to do whatever I want, right? And what I want is to take my time absolutely wrecking you so I pull only the best sounds from those pretty little lips of yours.”
Jongho couldn’t help but moan, leaking against the fabric of his clothes, Hongjoong’s words had gone straight to his cock. Luckily, it seemed Hongjoong was taking mercy on him–or losing patience himself–as he hooked his fingers into Jongho’s waistband, pulling his shorts and underwear down in one go. Jongho took the liberty to take his shirt off himself, not wanting to waste anymore time or give Hongjoong another chance to tease him.
“Fuck, just look at you.” Hongjoong trailed his hands up Jongho’s torso, cupping his chest and teasing the hardening buds with his thumb. “I’m gonna make an absolute mess of you.”
“Then do it.” Jongho lightly hit his shoulder, patience running thin. The quick raise of Hongjoong’s brow, however, quickly reminded him who exactly was in charge. “Please—just anything—need it.”
Without a warning, Hongjoong dived down, taking his length in his mouth in one go. Jongho keened, throwing his head back as his mind spun from finally receiving the pleasure it so badly wanted. Hongjoong’s tongue was working expertly, swirling around the head of his cock, flicking against the sensitive underside, pulling moan after moan from Jongho’s mouth. It felt so good, so perfect, Jongho never wanted it to end.
But it was never that easy.
Jongho whined when Hongjoong pulled off of him with a pop, already missing the warmth of his mouth. Hongjoong just smirked, lips and chin glistening with his saliva, reaching slowly for the lube. He made a show of it, waving it around for Jongho to see, the click of the bottle opening echoing through the room. Jongho’s breath hitched as Hongjoong poured a copious amount on his fingers, taking his time to warm it up, enjoying the way Jongho’s eyes glossed over as he watched him.
“Knees up, baby.” Hongjoong tapped Jongho’s legs with his clean hand. “Keep them up and spread for me like a good boy.”
Jongho whimpered, the pet name making his cock twitch and leak against his lower belly. He loved being good for his hyungs, craved it even, would do anything they asked him to or let them use him however they wanted. He had told them before that they could, but they had yet to act on the offer. Whatsoever, he was with Hongjoong right now, and he was going to make him feel so good. He lifted his knees up to his chest, holding the underside of his leg, looking up at Hongjoong through his eyelashes enticingly.
“Fuck.” Hongjoong groaned, palming his raging erection to relieve some of the pressure. “Your eyes are dangerous, bear, I won’t be responsible if you keep looking at me like that.”
Jongho didn’t tear his eyes off of Hongjoong, spreading his legs wider, a shiver running down his spine when Hongjoong’s eyes darkened. Hongjoong didn’t waste anymore time, thrusting his lubed finger to the hilt in one go, making Jongho’s mouth drop from the sudden intrusion. His other hand wrapped around Jongho’s length, stroking him in rhythm, his brows knit in concentration as he stretched him out. He added a second finger not too long after the first, the slight stretch making Jongho hum in satisfaction, excited for what's to come. And when Hongjoong brushed against his sweet spot, curling his fingers on the next thrust, Jongho knew there was no way he would last for long.
“Hyung! ‘s too mu–ah–too much.” Jongho’s body shook, his cries falling on deaf ears as Hongjoong continued to rub against his prostate. He was leaking like crazy, the lewd squelch mixing with his moans as Hongjoong stroked him faster.
“Keep your legs spread.” Hongjoong tsked, pausing his movements to add a third finger, the sound of Jongho moaning through gritted teeth making his dick twitch in his pants. He groaned at the sight of Jongho’s rim stretched all pretty on his fingers, wanting nothing more than to sink his length into his tight heat.
Patience. He had to be patient.
“I thought you said you wanted more, so I gave you more. But now it’s too much?” Hongjoong teased to distract himself, thrusting his fingers deeper, aiming for the bundle of nerves that will have Jongho into a puddle in a matter of moments.
“Feels s’good…stop…gonna cum–nngh–I can’t.” Jongho panted, the coil in his lower belly growing tighter with every thrust and stroke. Hongjoong hadn’t even fucked him, yet he was moments away from making a mess of himself.
“I want you to feel good, bear. So so good.” Hongjoong breathed out, his voice dripping with desire. He could feel how close Jongho was to the edge, clenching tight around his fingers while his cock leaked all over his hand.
“Joongie hyung…’m gonna–hyung!” Jongho gasped, Hongjoong had taken the head of his cock in his mouth, sucking hard and curling his fingers against his sweet spot at the same time. The force of his release took over him, his body taut and his vision white. He moaned loudly, deep from his chest, the pleasure too good to have any shame.
Hongjoong made sure he didn’t waste a single drop, sucking and licking Jongho to the point of oversensitivity, not stopping until the younger pushed him off. He licked his lips, staring down at Jongho, loving the way his chest heaved while he tried to catch his breath. He wiped his hands on the towel before he lowered himself over Jongho, holding his weight up with his arms, capturing his lips in a messy kiss and giving the younger a taste of himself.
Jongho whined when Hongjoong pulled back, trailing kisses and sucking marks down his neck and all over his chest. He arched his back when he felt Hongjoong's tongue on one of his nipples, the wet muscle against the sensitive bud sending sparks down his body, his soft cock twitching and slowly stirring back to life. He let out soft sighs and small gasps, enjoying the way Hongjoong alternated between sucking and biting his chest.
Once he was satisfied with the marks he left, Hongjoong sat back, admiring his work. He ran his hand down Jongho’s body, groaning at the mixture of softness and sturdiness he had. He loved how strong Jongho was, it made ruining him that much sweeter. To know the younger could easily overpower him, yet he completely surrendered to him, becoming all pliant and obedient under him–it drove him absolutely mad.
Hongjoong couldn’t wait any longer, he needed to fuck Jongho, and needed to do it now. He stood from the bed, taking off his clothes in a blink of an eye, throwing them haphazardly across the room. He wasted no time sitting back between Jongho’s legs, pushing his knees up and apart, staring at the place he wanted to sink in and claim for himself.
“Hongjoong hyung.” Jongho whined, trying to close his legs to no avail. “Stop looking, you’re making me shy.”
“Baby, I was three fingers deep and swallowed your cum, there’s nothing to be shy about now.” Hongjoong giggled when Jongho couldn’t respond, a raging blush covering his face.
Jongho cleared his throat, averting his gaze. “Just shut up and do what you need to do. You have a song to make, don’t you?”
“Oh, I’m going to make the prettiest song right now.” Hongjoong smirked, tapping Jongho’s lips. “The sweetest and most addictive sound everyone will want to play on repeat.”
With that, Hongjoong reached for the lube again, covering his cock and hissing at the direct touch on his aching member. He lined himself with his hole, pushing in slowly, looking up to stare directly into Jongho’s eyes. Jongho hissed, biting his lip, eyebrows knit together as the head of Hongjoong’s cock caught on his rim, the feeling of being split open inch by inch making his mind spin. They moaned in unison when Hongjoong buried himself to the hilt, his hips flush against Jongho’s ass, staying still to give themselves a chance to accustom to the feeling.
“So full—hyungie s’good—s’perfect.” Jongho babbled, his eyes half open and out of focus. “Move—gimme more—I wan’ more.”
“Patience, baby, patience.” Hongjoong moved his hips in small circles, loving the way Jongho’s breath hitched through his moans as he pleasured him. “Keep making those pretty sounds for me—yea just like that—I won’t stop until you’re screaming my name.”
Jongho shivered, the implication of Hongjoong’s words promising, he was excited yet terrified—in a good way of course. Hongjoong started to move, grabbing onto Jongho’s hips, pulling back about half way before snapping his hips forward. Hongjoong groaned as he repeated the motion, his face flushed red down to his chest as the sound of skin on skin and Jongho’s pleasured yelps filled his ears.
Jongho felt like he was losing his mind, the force of Hongjoong’s thrust pushing him up the bed, only to be pulled back down by the bruising grip on his hips. Every thrust, every brush against his sweet spot, was sending his nerves into a frenzy. Hongjoong knew his body too well, knew exactly how to move to make him cock dumb and drooling without even breaking a sweat. Hongjoong began to pick up his pace, pausing to adjust his grip, leaving only the tip inside him. He angled his hips, making Jongho throw his head back with a shout, a drawn out and filthy moan leaving his lips when he hit his prostate dead on with one deep thrust.
“There it is.” Hongjoong let out a breathy laugh, licking his teeth, taking pride in the sight of Jongho squirming on his cock. He kept fucking into Jongho, his pace brutal, grunting as he made a mess of the younger. “You’re doing so good—sound so pretty—look absolutely divine.”
Hongjoong released Jongho’s hips, taking hold of the underside of his knees instead. He pushed them up and apart, bending Jongho in half as he pistoned his cock into him. Jongho let out a squeak, his arms shooting out to find purchase in anything he could grab. One hand twisted into the bedsheet, while the other held on to Hongjoong’s arm like a vice, letting out little ‘ah’s’ as the older’s thrusts pushed the air out of him.
Jongho could feel himself teetering close to the edge again and Hongjoong had yet to come even once. He cursed the older for his stamina, swearing to join him on his runs more often. He shivered when Hongjoong growled in his ear, crying out in pleasure, his prostate being hit directly with every snap of his hips. He wasn’t going to last much longer like this, Hongjoong had to slow down or give him a break or something.
“Hongjoong hy—ah!—‘m gonna…please…” Tears brimmed Jongho’s eyes, a hot flame igniting in every last bit of his body. He wasn’t sure what he was begging for at this point, the pleasure too much but too good to stop.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” Hongjoong cursed under his breath, feeling how close Jongho was by the way he clenched around him. “So be a good boy and take what I’m giving you.”
Hongjoong grabbed Jongho’s cock, barely rubbing the underside of the head before Jongho came with a shout. His orgasm had taken Jongho by surprise, his body shook as his eyes rolled back, wailing out uncontrolled and erotic. Hongjoong had slowed down his thrusts, letting him ride out his high, but he was still moving and even the slightest touch was getting too much.
And it didn’t seem like he was going to stop.
“Ah too much—too much—hyungie too much.” Jongho tried to push Hongjoong’s hand away from his cock, tightening his thighs around his hips to make him stop moving. There were tears in his eyes, every touch sent a burning shock through his nerves, yet he couldn’t get him to stop moving. “Hongjoong hyung…”
Tears slipped down Jongho’s face, his lower lip trembling as he looked up at Hongjoong with pleading eyes. Hongjoong didn’t stop, however, knowing that if Jongho really couldn’t handle it, he would’ve used his safe word. If anything, it only made Hongjoong want to push him further, making something dark twist inside him. He thrusted harder, making Jongho sob at the overwhelming pressure, the sound making him lose the last bit of control he had.
He grabbed Jongho’s wrists, using it as leverage, letting his legs fall uselessly onto the crook of his arm. He fucked into him fast and rough, beads of sweat covering his body as he chased his own pleasure. Jongho couldn’t escape no matter how hard he tried, his body weak from his previous orgasms, left with no choice but to lay there and take it.
“Hyungie…please…t-too much.” Jongho hiccuped, sobbing as his pleas were blatantly ignored. It hurt so good, sweet fire running through his nerves. He could feel his brain short circuit as it tried to comprehend the pleasure and the pain, the two so intertwined, it could not tell one from the other.
“I’m close—fuck—just a little more, baby.” Hongjoong panted, starting to lose his rhythm. “Such a good boy, taking me so well, making hyung feel so good.”
Hongjoong’s hips stuttered, Jongho had clenched around him so tight—so perfect—it was the last push he needed. He stilled as he came deep inside Jongho, throwing his head back with a breathy moan, the aftershocks of his orgasm running through his body. He moved his hips in small circles, riding out his high, making Jongho wail out his name as he came for the third time—a sad amount of cum leaking out his already softening cock.
Neither of them made a move, catching their breath as they came down from their high. Only the sounds of Jongho cries filled the room, the aftershocks of his own orgasm still running through his body. Hongjoong was still buried deep inside him, not daring to pull out just yet unless he wanted a kick to his chest. He knew from experience, learning his lesson real quick the last and only time he had tried it. Instead he focused on grounding Jongho, bringing him back slowly from that fuzzy place he went to after an especially intense sex session.
Hongjoong rubbed small circles on his hips, massaging the bruises that had already started to form. Then he grabbed his wrists gently, bringing each one to his lips to leave a kiss where he had held him. Jongho’s breathing had started to calm down, his eyes still closed, cheeks red and eyelashes wet—Hongjoong couldn’t help but coo. He cupped his jaw, wiping at his tear stained cheek, whispering sweet nothings to Jongho until he finally opened his eyes and looked at him.
“Hi, baby, you with me?” Hongjoong smiled sweetly at him, brushing the hair out of his face.
Jongho hummed, nodding his head, not quite finding his voice yet. He held Hongjoong’s wrist, fingers wrapping around him softly as he nuzzled deeper into his hand. He closed his eyes for another moment, not ready for Hongjoong to pull out just yet.
“Okay, hyungie.” Jongho rasped, the overuse of his voice made evident. “You can move now.”
Hongjoong nodded, sitting back, pulling out slowly and gently. He kept apologizing as Jongho whimpered, his body jolting from the sensitivity. Hongjoong watched as Jongho clenched around nothing, his rim red and puffy, cum spilling out and trailing down his skin. It was definitely a sight to behold, even his dick agreed, twitching in interest.
“If you touch me right now, you will get kicked. Don’t try it, Kim Hongjoong.” Jongho deadpanned, not even lifting his head up to look at him.
“I won’t , I won’t , promise.” Hongjoong laughed, getting up to retrieve wipes and water to take care of Jongho. “Just let me clean you up, baby.”
Jongho whined, still so sensitive, but the feeling of dry cum on his skin was not his favorite. He reluctantly opened his legs, letting Hongjoong clean him up, cursing under his breath. He sent daggers through his eyes when Hongjoong had the audacity to laugh at him, but he forgave him when he handed him a bottle of water, not realizing just how thirsty he was after downing the whole thing in one go.
Hongjoong pulled the towel out from under him, turning off the mic, and putting everything where it belonged before he joined Jongho on the bed. He knew the younger became clingy after sex, loving to cuddle and sleep to recharge, and Hongjoong could never deny him that.
“Hyungie, send me the song once it’s finished.” Jongho mumbled against Hongjoong’s chest, slowly drifting off to sleep. “I wanna hear it first.”
“I will, baby, I promise, just go to sleep.” Hongjoong wrapped his arms tighter around Jongho, both falling asleep in a matter of seconds, the exhaustion catching up to them quickly.
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About two weeks had passed when Jongho finally received the file to Hongjoong’s new song. He was alone at the company studio, working on a personal project, when he got the message on his phone. His eyes widened when he realized what it was, quickly putting in his earbuds just in case someone walked in.
Joongie hyung ❤️:
Song is finished, baby~
Sweet-as-sin_audio.mp4
The title is still a work in progress but as promised, you are the first to hear :D
I’ll listen to it now, hyungie!!
Kinda nervous >_<
Joongie hyung ❤️:
Don't be, you sounded absolutely divine baby
Also…
Pretty-little-bear_audio.mp4
Here’s the /raw/ audio in case you wanted it
Get it…
Cause I fucked you raw
*Dancing squirrel gif*
Hyung…
I love you but you’re such a loser
Loser hyung ❤️:
Whatever XD
Just come home soon
I’ll have a surprise waiting for you ;)
Jongho narrowed his eyes at the last message, wondering what Hongjoong had planned for him. He didn’t focus on it too much, dying to know how the song turned out after waiting patiently for so long. He took a deep breath, pressing play on the audio file with a shaky finger.
The song sounded amazing just as he expected, nodding his head along to the beat as he listened closely. It was captivating, the lyrics filled with sexual innuendos, the sound sensual and—and then he heard it. It was subtle, and could be easily missed if someone wasn’t paying attention, but he was, and he knew the sound of his own moan very well. Blood rushed to his face, embarrassed by how whiny he sounded, but pleasantly surprised by how well it blended into the song.
The song ended with his desperate “please” and Jongho wanted the ground to split open and swallow him whole. Hongjoong had worked his magic on this song, making it just the right amount of obvious, no one would be able to tell that he was being railed within an inch of his life.
Well, no one expect the people who have fucked him.
Unable to take it any longer, he packed up all his belongings, making his way home with a raging boner. As embarrassing as it was, he was also very turned on. The song felt like a public claim, showing off how good he could be to his hyungs.
Jongho was at the front door of their house before he even knew it. He entered quickly, wanting to know what Hongjoong had prepared for him. Hopefully it was his dick.
“And here comes the star of the show.” Hongjoong’s voice boomed through the room.
Jongho froze on his spot, not only was Hongjoong there, but so was everyone else. They all were holding their phones in their hand, earbuds in, eyes hungry. They stared at him like they were predators on the prowl, and Jongho was the unfortunate prey that would be their next meal.
“How do you like your surprise, bear?” Hongjoong beamed, a devilish smile on his face. “You missed the listening party of the song, we moved on to the behind the scenes while we waited.”
“W-what…what do you mean?” Jongho gulped, Hongjoong’s smirk sending a shiver down his spine.
“We’re listening to how much of a slut you were for Joongie hyung.” Wooyoung didn’t sugarcoat it, palming himself as he looked Jongho up and down.
“You sounded so pretty, baby.” Sans' voice dripped with desire. “I loved how well you begged, I couldn’t get enough.”
“It sounded so good…I think we deserve a live performance.” Mingi raised a brow, leaning back in his seat.
“I agree.” Yunho crossed his legs, tapping his fingers on his knees. “It’s only fair, don’t you think?”
“Absolutely.” Yeosang basically growled, the first one to stand from his seat, the tent in his pants quite clear.
“What are we waiting for, then?” Seonghwa licked his lips, ticking his head to the side.
All the blood drained from Jongho’s face—traveling straight to his cock. His wildest wettest dream was about to come true, that was his surprise. He was frozen under all their gazes, looking like a deer in headlights, not moving a muscle as they began to walk towards him. Hongjoong was the only one who stayed seated, his legs crossed, a dark look in his eyes.
“I told you—the sweetest and most addictive sound everyone will want to play on repeat.” Hongjoong giggled, the sound laced with a certain darkness.
Jongho would truly know now the meaning of being railed within an inch of his life.
And he wouldn’t have it any other way.