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"Hyung, here's the massage gun you wanted. I got two from a deal, so you won't have to lend me yours."

San hands him the package and bids him farewell, but Seonghwa doesn't hear half the words he says—all he can think about is sweet muscle relief.

His entire body has been aching for two days after San dragged him to the gym for four hours straight, challenging Seonghwa with a fiery spirit and commanding him to do all kinds of crazy sets Seonghwa doesn't even remember the names of.

All he knew was that it was the intensest workout he's ever done with San, and he really, really doesn't want to do it again.

His muscles protest every time he so much as shifts a bit, and it makes him wince because it feels like his tendons are about to rip with one wrong move.

With his salvation in hand, Seonghwa tears the packaging open and sighs gladly when he sees the massage gun. There's still 87% of battery left, and Seonghwa is silently glad that he won't need to charge it because he really doesn't have the patience to endure the muscle strain any longer.

He's already taken a hot bath, soaking in soothing oil-infused water and rose petals that Hongjoong prepared for him that morning before leaving.

My Angel Baby ♡

Me:
[photo]
joongie !!! sannie finally handed me the massage gun
i'm saved!

Joong-ah:
:0 that's great!
i wish i could help you right now :( i don't want you to strain more muscles trying to reach behind you

Me:
silly man
i'll be fine! you can help me when you get home later :P ♡

Joong-ah:
i'll finish up early, i promise !!! i'll bring you your favorite strawberry waffles, any other requests?

Me:
mmm
nope! just you

Joong-ah:
;) i'll make sure to be yummy enough for you

Me:
you're always yummy for me! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)
get home same, joong-ah! i love you ♡

Joong-ah:
i love you more, my baby <3

Seonghwa plops his phone on his pillow and finally turns the machine on to the lowest setting. He aims it on his palm at first, trying to gauge just how fast and intense the vibrations are and what would fit his current predicament. He doesn't want to surprise his muscles, so he tries the same setting and drags the ball to his thigh.

Immediate relief flows through Seonghwa's body once the massage gun does its magic.

He keeps it steady there, slowly turning the intensity up and moving it to his other thigh to relax it.

It feels nice. Seonghwa can feel vibrations slowly untying the knot of tension in both legs. He just stares at the door where his coat hangs along with Hongjoong's as he basks in the quiet hum of the machine in the room.

When he finds that his legs feel satiated after massaging his calves, he moves on to his arms. The process is the same—he slowly amps the speed depending on what feels best for his muscles and keeps the ball moving up and down.

The white noise allows Seonghwa to not think about anything in particular, just that he feels floaty and at peace.

Since his neck feels a bit stiff, Seonghwa brings it up and directs it to the junction where his neck meets his shoulders and massages. His shoulders sag and he lets out a pleased sigh. It feels a little ticklish, but the relief overpowers it eventually.

When he moves to his torso and focuses on his pecs, it feels a little strange. Seonghwa becomes more careful and delicate in that area, mindful not to accidentally ramp the vibrations up and hurt himself. But when he switches from one hand to the other from numbness and use, the ball of the massage gun accidentally grazes his nipple.

"Mpf!" Seonghwa gasps in surprise, the sudden contact making him jolt in place.

...It felt... It felt good.

Maybe his chest was feeling more sensitive? Seonghwa slowly brings the machine back to the lowest setting and tentatively touches the same nipple with it.

Again, Seonghwa squirms when the ball stimulates the bud—only this time, he doesn't move it away.

Seonghwa keeps it there as his breaths start becoming sharper and more shallow. His gasps staccato into faint whimpers as he arches his back, unsure whether to back away or lean closer to the pleasure.

"Ah..." Seonghwa starts rolling his other nipple between his fingers, feeling something hot simmer below as he instinctively crosses his legs to try and amplify how good it feels.

He doesn't know how long he spends stimulating his chest, but it starts making him needier, his dick filling out and making a small bulge in his boxers.

Seonghwa gets an idea then.

Would it be safe to put the ball of the massage gun... there?

With a gulp, Seonghwa readjusts himself and quickly sheds his clothes, only leaving his socks on. He lies in the middle of the bed and plants both feet down on the mattress before grabbing the machine.

He ignores his dick and goes straight to his hole, dragging a finger to his rim and feeling it flutter.

The action made his cock drool quite a bit, and Seonghwa didn't even realize how wet he already was. The clear, sticky fluid was covering the insides of his thighs that he's sure his boxers were already a lost cause.

He turns the massage gun to the lowest possible setting and sets it aside. Then, he reaches a hand to their nightstand and rummages for the nearly empty bottle of strawberry-scented lube, blushing when he remembers how well Hongjoong took care of him the other day.

The image of the younger catching him like this—needy and spread wide open—is making Seonghwa dizzy. He wonders just what he'll do to him... But since Hongjoong's not here, he has to make do with what he has and not entertain that idea.

The machine is still humming lowly when Seonghwa finally empties out the bottle to his fingers, making the smell of strawberries permeate in the air. He looks down at his glistening digits and brings them down to his perineum, teasing himself by moving slowly.

After a few moments, Seonghwa finally drags a finger to his entrance and slowly presses it in, his hole eagerly swallowing.

It doesn't take long for Seonghwa to be impatient, so he adds another, scissoring himself and pushing it until his knuckle. His entire body shudders when the pad of his finger grazes it, cock leaking a bit more as he angles it just right so every movement stimulates his prostate over and over again.

Seonghwa is sobbing from how good it feels, his neglected cock leaking messily, but he has half the mind to care about ruined sheets right now—he wants to use the massage gun and feel even better.

Seonghwa doesn't stop pumping his fingers as he grabs the massage gun with his unoccupied hand, running the vibrations on his inner thighs and sighing when it massages his ilium.

He only jolts when it makes contact with his cock, the pleasure making his vision go white at the edges even as he tries to keep minimal contact as best as he can because he doesn't want to come until the machine touches his hole.

Then finally, Seonghwa drags it down his balls, inching it closer to his entrance, then—

"Fuck!" The contact makes him go cross-eyed—his hole clenching so hard that his entire body is locking up all at once.

It feels so fucking good. The ball isn't even penetrating him, but the vibrations are sending delicious zaps of pleasure up his spine.

He's gripping his sheets for dear life with his other hand, mouth open as gasps and cries spill out unbidden. He closes his eyes and sees a familiar figure looming over him, and Seonghwa moans the loudest in that moment.

"Joongie... ngh, Joongie, please," he begs, his voice sounding foreign and broken. His hips are moving on their own, riding the machine in uncoordinated bounces as he lies there and takes it.

He imagines Hongjoong smiling down at him as he loses himself to the pleasure, unable to respond to the younger's questions in full sentences, only with gasps and whimpers.

Seonghwa turns it just a tad higher, and he feels that he's about to come. He can't keep it at bay anymore.

"Yes, Joongie! I'm going to come, yes—"

He can practically taste his climax; just a little more and—

Seonghwa doesn't know what kind of noise leaves his mouth when he feels the pleasure disappear. He's about to cry, frustration bubbling up his throat when he opens his eyes and gasps.

"...H-Hongjoong?" Seonghwa turns red all over when he realizes the state of his body. He tries to hide the warmth of his ears extending to his chest from embarrassment and manages to look away from the younger only to see a crinkled paper bag of... strawberry waffles on their bed.

Oh, god. How long had Hongjoong been watching?

"Baby," Hongjoong starts, sounding worked up already, "darling, you can't do this to me." He grabs Seonghwa's chin and commands the older's attention. "I'm going to expect a show every time I come home if you're like this," he adds.

Seonghwa wants the mattress to swallow him whole, still unable to respond to the younger in humiliation. He has never wanted to melt into a puddle of goo this much in his life before.

"J-Joongie, I—" he manages to get out after a few tries, but Hongjoong only shakes his head.

When Seonghwa actually looks at him, he notices that Hongjoong's shirt is all rumpled up and that his top three buttons are undone. His pants were in a similar state—his belt was messily unlooped, and his zipper was already down, bulge pushing out from the small gap like it was fighting to say hello to Seonghwa.

Fuck, the sight is making his mouth water.

"I was so excited to massage you, baby. To feed you while I help you relax," Hongjoong murmurs, transfixed by Seonghwa's state even as he gets out of his clothes when Seonghwa makes no effort to help. "What if I hadn't been the one to come in, hm? Would you just give everyone a show?"

Seonghwa has never shook his head so fast in his life before. "N-no! Only you, Jccngie; I always only think about you," he says, trying to defend himself.

"Oh, I know, baby. I heard you," Hongjoong reassures, finally out of his work clothes and only in his boxers. Seonghwa doesn't even hide the fact that he's staring at Hongjoong's crotch, excited to uncover what was beneath the flimsy fabric. "From start to finish," the younger finishes, flashing Seonghwa a roguish smile.

"So let me make it up to you, hm?"

Seonghwa was about to ask what for when Hongjoong grabs the discarded massage gun he ripped away from his hands earlier and powers it on.

He looks at him and taps Seonghwa on the cheek. "Consider this an apology for getting in the way."

When the hum of the machine fills the room once more, Seonghwa feels the roaring need to get filled in his belly again.

It seems like Hongjoong doesn't want to wait any further as well, because he beckons Seonghwa upright, leaping off the bed so his crotch is in line with the older's face.

He cradles Seonghwa's face lovingly, looking down at him with lust swirling in his irises. "Go on, baby, take it out," he implores, grinning when Seonghwa enthusiastically does just that. "It's yours, my love."

Seonghwa waits for the next order, not wanting to get ahead even if he wants the younger to just fuck his mouth and come down his throat already.

"Such a polite boy, Seonghwa-yah. You're so perfect, baby," Hongjoong praises, and it makes Seonghwa smile contentedly. He always wants to be good for Hongjoong. "Get it wet for me so I can fuck you afterwards, understand?"

Seonghwa nods before breaking eye contact and staring at the younger's fat cock standing proud in front of him.

It's so big and girthy that it's at the precipice of being too much for Seonghwa, but that's exactly why he loves Hongjoong's cock so much—because it splits him open so well. And adding the fact that it's attached to the person he loves most in the world? It's perfect.

Seonghwa licks a shy stripe on the shaft of Hongjoong's cock, relishing in the salty taste of him and inhaling his natural musk down there like it's the finest ambrosia. He drags his tongue upward the prominent vein next, his gaze locked onto Hongjoong's face to watch his reactions and loll in the pleased groans the younger lets out.

Then, Seonghwa suckles on the head and moans loudly when Hongjoong grabs a fistful of hair and makes him still. He's sure Hongjoong rips a few strands of hair from how harsh his grip is, but Seonghwa doesn't even feel the pain. He wants more.

"Don't be like that. Use your mouth properly, baby." Hongjoong's voice sounds so different from his normal tone—more clipped off and impatient.

After the warning, Seonghwa stops teasing and only gives a few more kitten licks before finally engulfing half of Hongjoong inside his mouth.

Every nook and cranny of his mouth is suddenly filled with Hongjoong's cock, and it's overwhelming. Seonghwa begins to tear up from the lack of air, only able to breathe Hongjoong's musk and take shallow, short breaths as he pushes more of Hongjoong inside. He looks at the younger through bleary vision and finds that it's worth the lack of oxygen when he sees how pained he looks—fighting himself not to hurt Seonghwa by accidentally thrusting without any go signal.

Seonghwa reassures him by reaching back and patting Hongjoong's hand on his nape, silently begging for him to fuck his mouth and use him.

Hongjoong breathes a sigh of relief, then giggles at Seonghwa's neediness. "Such a pretty fucking mouth, Seonghwa-yah. You'd let me use this anytime, right?"

Seonghwa nods, gurgling when the movement makes Hongjoong's cock hit the back of his throat in succession. His eyes roll back at the feeling of his mouth being stretched to its limits and causing a faint ache on his jaw. Then, he feels Hongjoong pull out, resting his cock on Seonghwa's tongue obscenely before slowly pushing it back in, savoring the warmth of the older's mouth.

The moment Hongjoong starts fucking his mouth in earnest—Seonghwa is gone.

He becomes a ragdoll in Hongjoong's hold, letting the younger take from him until he's satisfied. Hongjoong's balls slap him on the chin with a filthy sound, and it makes his own useless cock leak. He tries to shield it by crossing his legs together, but Hongjoong catches on and pulls out to give a lightheaded Seonghwa room to breathe.

He doesn't know where he is, only that Hongjoong is right here with him where everything feels so floaty and warm.

"Breathe, baby, breathe," he hears Hongjoong say, and so he follows.

Before long, he feels hands grab at his thighs, spreading him open, and thumbs pulling his cheeks apart impatiently, like Hongjoong can't wait anymore. The wanton moan he lets out when the younger spits on his hole doesn't go unnoticed.

"You sound so good for me, fuck. It looks so yummy, Seonghwa-yah; you're so pretty everywhere," Hongjoong babbles, seemingly lost in a headspace opposite of his.

All his responses become quiet "mhms..." and "Joongie, please..." because his tongue feels all tied up—like his entire body is made of lead and he can't do much but beg for Hongjoong. He's lost control over all of his pleasure and has given it to the younger to do something about it.

Then, he feels a swipe of tongue on his rim, and his eyes burst wide open. "Fuck...! Yes! Oh, please!"

Seonghwa screams when Hongjoong does it again. He's practically making out with Seonghwa's hole, and the first breach of his tongue sends Seonghwa to the moon and back.

He tries to grab anywhere he can and finds purchase in Hongjoong's hair. "S-so thick, ngh, Hongjoong—"

Hongjoong moans desperately as he tongue-fucks Seonghwa like there's no tomorrow—only stopping when he feels that Seonghwa's thighs are quivering and when his jaw starts aching.

"So delicious for me, baby," he murmurs, stroking himself as he looks at Seonghwa's beautifully ruined body.

The older's breaths are harsh, and his gaze is unfocused. He's still spread wide open like the most delicious dish on the table, and his cute little cock is flushed a dark red from when Hongjoong edged him earlier.

Hongjoong grabs it gently, mindful of how sensitive Seonghwa is feeling and tugs.

"N-no, Joongie, 'm going to come," Seonghwa cries, and it's absolute music to his ears, the sound making his cock chub up even more.

Hongjoong takes the massage gun and slowly replaces his hand with it, making Seonghwa writhe in both pleasure and pain, and the sight is no longer bearable for him.

He wants—no, needs to fuck Seonghwa now.

He finds the lube beside the older and grins when he finds it empty, quickly discarding the bottle by chucking it to god knows where and deciding on using Seonghwa's slick to lube himself up as he manhandles the older with one hand until he can press the head of his cock inside.

Hongjoong shudders when he's finally able to breach Seonghwa's warm, fluttery walls—he's so tight, and it feels heavenly inside of him. He lets go of the massage gun and grips Seonghwa's waist, making circles with his thumb as he watches skin on the older's lower abdomen distend when he's nearly halfway in.

The sight makes all of Hongjoong's blood rush south, and his dick twitches inside of his boyfriend, spilling a little from how hot it looks.

"Good? Are you with me, baby?" Hongjoong checks in shakily, keeping a constant pressure on Seonghwa's waist and slowly pushing the rest of his cock inside and bottoming out, making sure to look at his reactions attentively.

It's a tight fit—Hongjoong knows that he's well-endowed, and Seonghwa loves that about him, but he's also mindful not to hurt his boyfriend.

He only ever wants Seonghwa to feel good with him.

"Y-yes, ah, so big... g'nna split me open, Joong-ah," Seonghwa prattles, moving his hips back so he's flush with Hongjoong's hips to house even more of him inside. "You can move, Joongie. I'm okay, I promise," he mumbles, managing to open his eyes and smile encouragingly at the younger.

Only when Hongjoong is certain that Seonghwa is fine does he start moving.

He pulls out until only the head catches and slams back in, driving Seonghwa further into the bed and making him choke on his moans. He's sure that the vice grip he has on Seonghwa's waist would bruise and that he'd feel bad about it, but in that moment, all he can think about is how well the older would wear it—how well he would parade Hongjoong's marks on him, and that makes him a little crazier, a little more possessive than he already is.

Hongjoong snaps his hips faster in response to his thoughts until he can see the sticky fluid in Seonghwa's slit pooling. "Ah, look at your cute little cock leaking, Seonghwa-yah. Did I bully you too much, hm? Do you want to come for me?"

Seonghwa can't hear anything but his own screams. It should be embarrassing, but Hongjoong is touching him in places he can reach but can't satisfy on his own, so he forgets all about his dignity and flings his arms around to get a hold of the younger. His nails accidentally scratches Hongjoong's back, and he almost feels bad until Hongjoong groans hotly and starts rocking them together even quicker—Seonghwa's guilt turning into harsh and acute pants as he grabs Hongjoong closer.

Hongjoong notices and leans forward—the impact of his thrusts turning into slow grinds as he embraces Seonghwa and cages him with his entire body.

They're so close that their breaths are mingling, and with one final look, Hongjoong finally seals their lips together.

His hips falter when he feels Seonghwa's mouth against his. It's been a few hours since they've kissed, and Hongjoong is nothing but a man with very big needs when it comes to his boyfriend. Seonghwa's lips are so warm, so soft, and what home feels like. Their kisses are a stark contrast to their mating, the cacophony of their moans and whimpers reverbrating in the entire room.

Hongjoong notices the massage gun stimulating his abdomen from where they're squished together, and he can only imagine that the proximity is causing Seonghwa to reach his peak steadily.

He leaves lingering kisses on Seonghwa's lips before moving on to his nose, cheeks, and below his eyes. He kisses everywhere he can reach, adamant on leaving his traces on Seonghwa's skin for the older to admire later.

Seonghwa's eyes turn glassy and even more unfocused, whimpers building up in volume when Hongjoong picks up the pace for the last time, knowing the telltale signs that Seonghwa is close. He starts thrashing in the younger's hold, nails digging into his back and possibly drawing out blood, but Hongjoong is too busy watching how pretty he looks when he comes undone to care.

"'m coming, Joong-ah, 'm coming!" Seonghwa's mouth drops open in an 'o' when he lets the pleasure consume him completely. His cock spills in between their bodies while Hongjoong helps him ride it out by shallowly thrusting and kissing Seonghwa's face.

The sticky mess Seonghwa leaves is enough for Hongjoong to pick up the pace, greedily chasing his own orgasm now. His sudden movement causes a few more spurts out of the older's spent cock, the little thing valiantly making an effort to stand up again.

It takes Seonghwa a while to come back to himself, feeling little tingles in his feet as Hongjoong praises him—telling him how pretty and wonderful he is and that he loves him so much.

From how tight Seonghwa is sucking him in, it doesn't take long for Hongjoong to reach his own climax.

"Seonghwa-yah, baby, fuck—" Hongjoong tries to warn Seonghwa, but the older has already crossed his legs behind him and headlocked Hongjoong so he won't be able to pull out, begging for him to come inside and mark him, and Hongjoong is nothing but a weak, weak man.

When he spills inside Seonghwa, there are stars swimming in his vision. Seonghwa's hole was milking him dry for so long until he couldn't hold himself up anymore and collapses on top of the older, absolutely spent.

They take a moment to recuperate. Seonghwa, now finally back to himself, cradles Hongjoong's head and massages his scalp with soft movements, softly breathing in his signature shampoo scent and humming contentedly. The younger nearly whimpers when he stops, only then remembering the sweet treat he bought for the older.

"Come on, let's get you cleaned up so you can eat the waffles," Hongjoong says with a smile, peeling himself off of Seonghwa and trying to ignore the way his cock throbs when he sees his come drip out of his boyfriend's used hole. What a waste… next time, Hongjoong will breed him properly.

Seonghwa follows his line of sight and smacks him on the chest while a beautiful blush adorns his cheeks. "Pervert," he throws with no conviction. "Can't believe you watched me."

"I'm sorry, baby," Hongjoong retorts, sounding like someone who definitely isn't apologetic.

"I'm going to be sore again," the older says before turning to the side and groaning dramatically, "but it's okay since you're here."

"Unlimited massages for my Seonghwa in exchange for kisses!" Hongjoong exclaims, standing proud with his chest puffed out making him look even more like a squirrel.

"So dramatic, Hongjoong-ah," Seonghwa laughs, shrieking when Hongjoong picks him up bridal style and carries him to the bathroom with little effort. Seonghwa will definitely not be thinking about that the next time he's alone.

"You spoil me too much, Joongie. I'm going to expect this every time you come home if you're like this," he mutters, parroting the younger's words earlier with a little boop to his nose, relishing in the cute expression his boyfriend makes.

"Expect this to happen every day, Seonghwa-yah. I'll spoil you forever and ever until you get tired of me."

Seonghwa rolls his eyes playfully before leaning forward and leaving a kiss on Hongjoong's lips. "That will literally never happen, silly."

Hongjoong laces their fingers together after he gently places Seonghwa in the tub and kisses them. "I love you, baby."

"I love you too, Hongjoong-ah."

🍓

Sannie

San-ah:
hyung
i am so sorry

Me:
?
is everything okay, san-ah?

San-ah:
i was going to borrow your charger
but i think i went at the wrong time, hyung... (⁠〒⁠﹏⁠〒⁠)

Me:
OH GOD, SANNIE, WHAT DID YOU SEE

San-ah:
I'M SORRY, HYUNGS (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)
BUT PLEASE LOCK THE DOORS NEXT TIME!!!