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Hongjoong tugged at the ropes around his wrist.
He gave a little sigh as if being kidnapped was just another inconvenience in his everyday life. Well, perhaps it was an inconvenience because he had promised Seonghwa that he was going to be home in time for dinner.
He was definitely not making it home in time for dinner.
Actually how long had he been out for?
His wife was probably going to be mad at him now.
He missed his wife.
He looked around the place; it seemed that he was being held in some old abandoned barn. There was nothing but some old rusty equipment gathering cobweb and bales of hay, not including the chair he was tied to. He could see some peeks of the night sky dotted with stars through the broken roof.
“I see you’re awake, Kim Hongjoong.”
Hongjoong looked towards the front to see his group of captors walk into the barn. He recognized one of the man to a member of an enemy gang he had beat up once in a duel. It seemed that someone’s ego had taken a hit.
He could only sigh internally, already bored out of his mind.
“Remember me, Kim?” the man asked as he pointed to a huge scar that ran jagged on one side of his face. He was missing an eye, his eyelid sewn shut. “You did this to me.”
Hongjoong hummed, running his tongue along his teeth as his signature impish grin stretched his lips.
“Did I?”
Well, obviously that had not been the right answer.
A sharp pain shot up from his stomach from he had been hit with the handle of a gun. He doubled over in his restraints, coughing in splatters as the pain slowly subsided.
Hongjoong broke out into an almost maniacal laughter as if the situation ws something truly funny. It only seemed to spur on the man’s anger. Suddenly, he head the familiar cocking of the gun’s safety trigger going off as the short nozzle of a revolver pointed right between his eyes.
Yet, it did very little to wipe the playful grin off his face.
“Go on, shoot,” Hongjoong mocked, pressing his forehead against the cold blunt end of the revolver. “Bang!” he imitated the sound of a shot, giggling to himself.
Johnathan eyed him wearily. Hongjoong only challenged him with his unwavering eye contact and a lazy smile. He was reckless like that, though he tried not to do it much knowing how much it worried Seonghwa.
Hongjoong sighed in mock disappointment, “Not doing it?”
“Still as arrogant as ever,” his captor sneered, his face warping as he gritted out, “I’m going to kill you, but I’ll first make you regret ever humiliating me.”
“Will I now?” Hongjoong giggled, his voice airy and playful, “I’m afraid you might want to rethink that.”
“What do you mean—”
BANG!
Johnathan whipped around towards the loud noise, gun now aimed towards their intruder. The doors had nearly been kicked clean off its rusty hinges, barely hanging on as it revealed a man standing against the night sky.
Hongjoong’s breath stuttered as his eyes laid upon the beautiful man. The newcomer looked like an angel of death, a dangerous glint in his narrowed eyes and a pistol in one gloved hand. He had a tall slender build with a broad set of shoulders that tapered into a narrow waist that he was so achingly familiar with, having wrapped his hands around it so many times.
The beauty was no other than his wife, Seonghwa.
Seonghwa looked absolutely beautiful, glowing in the moonlight. And much to Hongjoong’s delight, he had layered his black pants with a denim skirt. Not only that, his black shirt was barely buttoned, exposing a large amount of honey skin beneath with the bolo tie sitting flush upon his chest. Hongjoong couldn’t stop admiring how his wife looked, in those heeled boots and fringed jacket too!
Gosh darn, he was growing hard in his pants.
“Take your hands off my husband,” Seonghwa ordered, his voice laced with malice.
Shit, that commanding tone sent a shiver down his spine.
He was really popping a boner in the middle of a hostage situation.
Hongjoong poked his head out from behind his captor and smiled. He would wave if his hands weren’t tied to the back of the chair.
“Hi, darling!” he greeted, happy to see his pretty (and scary) wife.
“Don’t darling me right now, Kim Hongjoong.” Seonghwa scolded him, throwing him a glare, “You’re late for dinner.”
Oh, Seonghwa was definitely mad.
And fuck, Seonghwa was so hot when he was angry.
“And who the fuck are you?” Johnathan snarled out, pointing his gun towards Seonghwa, (rudely) interrupting whatever tension was going on between the two of them.
“His wife,” Seonghwa replied bluntly. He gestured with his gun as he warned, “Now move before I shoot your head off.”
Johnathan laughed, “You talk big words, beautiful.” He gripped onto Hongjoong’s hair, yanking his head backward, making him strain his neck. The outlaw pressed his revolver up Hongjoong’s chin, and then threatened, “I’m going to kill your husband over here and then you too. Maybe I should kill you first so that Kim can watch you die.”
Without warning, a loud bang went off and before anyone could process what had happened, Johnathan had fallen backwards, head completely blown off. Smoke curled out from the end of Seonghwa’s pistol.
“I told you to keep your hands off my husband,” Seonghwa scoffed as he moved his aim over to one of the lackeys who was frozen with shock. He challenged, “Now, which one of you would like to be next?”
It just so happened that they were both cowards, and now without their little group leader, they made a dash for the door. However, Seonghwa was merciless, as he shot at both of the escaping men, one after another without a miss.
“Shit, that’s was very fucking hot of you, star.” Hongjoong whistled as if he hadn’t just watched his captors get their brains blown out.
“Really?” Seonghwa huffed out as he holstered his pistols, walking towards him. He chided, “That’s all you have to say after making me worry when your horse came back without you? Don’t make me shoot your dick off, Captain.”
Seonghwa knelt down, cutting away the ropes that tied Hongjoong’s ankles to the either front legs of the chair.
See, there was truly nothing more arousing and sexy than Seonghwa calling him Captain.
Hongjoong grinned, mischievous as he bit back, “Well, darling, if I’d no more dick, then I can’t make you scream and moan on it, can I now?”
Seonghwa straddled his thighs, eyes narrowing upon Hongjoong as he smiled up at his partner. Up close, his darling was even more ethereal, with his dark coloured eyes, long slender nose and those beautiful full lips.
His wife was so scary, but oh so lovely. He only wished his hands were free because he really wanted to run them up and down those thighs that were straining against his tight pants, and over that beautiful tanned expanse of chest that was exposed from how his shirt was barely buttoned at the front.
“Anything to say for yourself, mister?” Seonghwa asked as he cocked one of his thick, finely shaped brows. Seonghwa reached behind Hongjoong to free him of his binds, tugging at the knots.
“Uhm, please let me fuck you?” Hongjoong tried as he blinked up at the other, putting on his best puppy eyes and pouty lips.
Yeah, no one would believe he was actually the one putting it up Seonghwa’s ass.
Seonghwa suddenly stopped trying to loosen the knots, still leaving Hongjoong’s wrists tied behind his back. He scoffed, unable to stop his lips from tugging into the ghost of a smile. Seonghwa chided, flicking him lightly on the forehead, “Nice try, but that’s not the answer.”
Hongjoong winced but melted right into the warm touch as Seonghwa caressed his cheek with a gloved hand. He pouted,“Would you let at least consider it though?”
Seonghwa glared at him, his soft caress turning into a sharp pinch of his cheeks.
“Kim Hongjoong.”
“Darling, please,” Hongjoong whined out as he slowly ground up his crotch against Seonghwa’s hips, or at least that was what he tried to do as best as he could with his hands tied, “Please, I want to touch you so bad. You look so fucking hot right now.”
“Do I?” Seonghwa laughed almost as if he was mocking Hongjoong for being such a horn dog. A teasing smirk sat on his pretty lips as he drawled, “You’re very sweet, but I think you deserve some punishment for making me worry, hm?”
Hongjoong inhaled sharply as he nodded. His cock strained in his jeans, begging to be released and it did not help with Seonghwa sitting almost on top of his crotch. Every little movement was teasing, egging on his desire. If he hadn’t the mental fortitude he had right now, he would have just busted a nut in his pants right there and then.
No, he needed to fill Seonghwa with his cum, watch it drip out of his gaping hole and down his trembling thighs.
His lashes lowered as he eyed Seonghwa’s juicy plump lips that hovered above his own. He really wanted to kiss them and to be kissed by them, yearning for the softness of them. He wet his own lips with his tongue as he thought about it.
“Eyes up here, Captain,” Seonghwa smirked as he lifted Hongjoong’s chin with two of his fingers.
His thin slender fingers teased Hongjoong’s bottom lips, before trailing downwards. Seonghwa’s hands were everywhere on him, searing his skin with his sensual touches as he mapped out his body.
The buttons of his own black shirt were slowly being popped open, tugged out of his jeans and pushed over his shoulder so that it hung loosely over his bound wrists. He let out a low moan as Seonghwa kissed along his jaw, sucking and nipping at the skin to leave marks.
If Hongjoong was possessive, Seonghwa was just as territorial as he was. People often had the misconception that the person they should fear most was Hongjoong, only to find out that there was someone scarier than him. Seonghwa wasn’t as flamboyant as he was, pulling strings from the shadow and that was what exactly made him so fucking hot to Hongjoong.
Hongjoong’s eyes fluttered with pleasure, groaning, his body straining against the ropes as Seonghwa placed kisses all over his chest, trailing down his abdomen as he slid off him. He knelt before Hongjoong, fingers nimbly unbuckling his belt and pulling the zipper down.
His long slender fingers felt like a tease, brushing along his clothed bulge and thighs before they landed on his garter. Seonghwa looked up at him with a smirk as he played with the leather band.
Hongjoong’s breath hitched as Seonghwa leaned against his clothed thigh palming at his erection through his underwear. All his blood rushed to his lower abdomen and he felt himself grow fuller in the restricting garment.
Heavens, he was painfully hard and Seonghwa just had to look so tempting.
Fuck his mental fortitude; it was crumbling like dust under Seonghwa’s lustful gaze.
He was really about to cum in his underwear.
At least Seonghwa was merciful, dipping his hands into Hongjoong’s underwear to bring his erection out. At least he was considerate enough to not strip Hongjoong entirely of his jeans and made his bare ass sit on some old rusty chair.
Hongjoong shivered, biting into his lips as Seonghwa kissed the tip, before his tongue darted out to lap at the precum. He watched, dazed as that long tongue circled around his head, before moving down to lick a stripe up along his length again.
All the while, Seonghwa was watching him with hooded lids, eating up every one of his reactions. He lightly palmed at Hongjoong’s ball, teasing and caressing them. His eye contact did not waver even when he took Hongjoong into his mouth, wrapping his beautiful plump lips around the girth and sinking down.
A burst of pleasure racked up Hongjoong’s spine as his cock was enveloped in the warm wetness of Seonghwa’s mouth. Goosebumps broke out all over his skin as the tip of his cock hit the back of Seonghwa’s throat. He pulled off until just the tip until he swallowed him down again. His wife looked like a sin, bobbing his head up and down as he blew Hongjoong.
It was slow, teasing, almost torturous for Hongjoong who wished he could just bury his fingers into Seonghwa’s hair and push his head down. His entire body felt warm, his pale skin probably blotched with colour as he watched with furrowed brows at the performance that Seonghwa was putting on for him. It was pleasurable, but also painfully slow, designed to edge him and deny him of a relief.
His hips instinctively canted upwards, seeking that intoxicating warmth. Seonghwa moaned around his cock, the vibrations only further pleasuring Hongjoong. He dug his nails into Hongjoong’s thigh as a warning, eyes fluttering back up to glare at him even with his mouth stuffed with cock.
“Fuck, Hwa,” Hongjoong moaned as Seonghwa pulled slightly back before sinking right down on him again. “You’re so fucking pretty…feels s-so good. M’ close…”
Seonghwa hummed as he lifted off with a lewd pop. His chin glistened with saliva and precum, which he licked up with his long tongue. He rose up, burying his gloved fingers into the hair at the back of Hongjoong’s head and tilted his head backwards.
He smashed their lips together, a tangle of hot messy kisses that seemed as if they would devour each other’s faces. Hongjoong thrilled at having tasted himself on Seonghwa’s tongue, licking and lapping at whatever he was being given.
Hongjoong tried to deepen the kiss, prodded his tongue in, but Soenghwa seemed to be have other plans. He bit down hard on Hongjoong’s lower lip, drawing a hiss out. He yanked Hongjoong back by the hair like he was scuffing a naughty kitten, breaking the kiss.
“Shit,” Hongjoong giggled, licking over his kiss-swollen lips, tasting iron, “You’re so sexy.”
“You’re insane,” Seonghwa murmured breathless as he loosened his hold on Hongjoong’s hair. He stood up straighter, finally starting to get undressed as he pulled his fringed jacket off. He bit and tugged the gloves off his hand with his teeth.
“Keep the skirt and belts on for me, darling.”
Seonghwa looked at him with a knowing smirk, “I knew you’d like them, you kinky bastard.”
“Does that mean you wore them for me, darling?” Hongjoong teased, keeping his eyes on Seonghwa’s every move, earning him a scoff.
Hongjoong watched as Seonghwa pulled his pants and underwear down, revealing a pair of smooth long legs. His pretty pink cock peeked out from beneath the front of his denim skirt, slightly curved and leaking precum already.
It seemed that the older wasn’t as unaffected as he had let on.
Only left in his loose black shirt, skirt and belts, Seonghwa straddled his lap again. He tapped Hongjoong’s lips with his index and middle, and the younger obediently took the digits into his mouth, sucking and coating the slender fingers with his saliva.
Seonghwa then pulled his fingers out, and leaned forward again, closing the distance between their lips in a kiss. This time, it was much more slower, and sensual. He gasped into the kiss, and Hongjoong could only guess he was fingering himself open as his hips slightly lifted off Hongjoong’s laps. Hongjoong’s cock twitched at the idea of Seonghwa using his spit to prep his hole.
Shit, he really needed to get these ropes off his hand.
He wanted, no needed to touch Seonghwa so bad.
A string of saliva connected their lips as they eventually separated for air. Seonghwa’s cheeks were flushed, plump lips even plumper and glistening with spit. He looked so pretty.
And Hongjoong was a man on a mission. He started brushing his lips along the other’s jaw and neck, sucking and nipping everywhere he could, worshipping that beautiful honey skin as Seonghwa deserved.
Seonghwa let out a low hum as he took hold of Hongjoong’s cock, wrapping his fingers around the girth and giving it a few good pumps. He lined it against his tight ring of muscles, teasing the tip.
Hongjoong pulled at the ropes that were starting to give way from all his efforts.
Seonghwa slowly sank down onto his cock, letting out a loud drawn-out moan. Hongjoong hissed at the rough drag of his cock along the tight ring of muscles as it breached into Seonghwa. There had been minimal prep for the both of them, but they had to make do considering they were in some old abandoned barn.
Hongjoong cursed, biting his lips as he felt those velvety walls of heat wrap around his length. His balls were flush against Seonghwa’s ass, and they both had to take a moment to catch their breaths. He already felt dizzy with arousal.
Then, Seonghwa started moving, practically bouncing on Hongjoong’s cock. He was loud as he fucked himself upon Hongjoong, singing songs of pleasure without any restraint. His thighs and breast jiggled with every movement, enticing Hongjoong like a tempest. It felt like sweet torture, to be able to see all this but not be allowed to touch.
Their sweaty skin slapped against each other, creating an almost pornographic sound that echoed in the empty barn, their moans of pleasure bouncing off its four walls. Seonghwa’s movements were starting to stutter, thighs shaking as sweat rolled down his honey skin.
“Fuck, Joongie,” he moaned as sank down on his cock, “S-so good for me…”
Hongjoong was hungry to just have his hands all over Seonghwa. He wanted to just have a bruising grip on that small waist and piston into the heat until Seonghwa was so cock-dumb that he could not think except to moan out his name.
Hongjoong pulled at his binds harder, and finally the ropes gave way. His free hands were on Seonghwa in an instant, gripping onto the sides of his waist as he pushed Seonghwa down onto his cock.
Seonghwa screamed out in pleasure, balance completely thrown off as he heavily leaned upon Hongjoong. His eyes dilated, blown wide with arousal as Hongjoong started thrusting ruthlessly into his warm tight hole.
“Shit, darling,” Hongjoong gritted his teeth as he rolled his hips up, “You’re still so tight. Gonna fuck my cum into you real good.”
A loud, high-pitched whine was punched out of Seonghwa’s throat, his body quivering as his head was thrown back with pleasure. It seemed Hongjoong had hit dead on his prostate and he did not plan on letting it go. His muscles strained as he fucked and chased that sweet sweet spot that pulled the prettiest sounds out of his Seonghwa.
“S-slow down! Joong-ah!” Seonghwa cried out, brows furrowing, as he gripped onto Hongjoong’s shoulder, biting into the skin. “Fuck fuck fuck! Oh fuck, so good!”
Hongjoong giggled, breathless himself, “Do you want me to actually slow down, star?”
Seonghwa shook his head into his shoulder, “N-no…don’t you dare s-slow down— Ngh! Hongjoong!”
Hongjoong turned his head, burrowing his nose into Seonghwa’s hair, kissing the strands. He continued fucking into Seonghwa, breathless in his praise, “Yes, darling. Fuck, you’re so pretty. I’m so lucky to have you as my wife.”
Hongjoong did not slow down, in fact he picked up more pace although his muscles were screaming at him. But he was so close and so was Seonghwa from the way his hole clenched down hard around Hongjoong’s length.
He wondered if Seonghwa could cum without him touching his cock, which was trapped between their bodies.
Seonghwa was barely coherent as he slurred out a litany of Hongjoong’s name and curses, how good felt, begging his husband to go harder on him. Hongjoong placed kisses along the column of his neck, lightly biting at the skin of his Adam’s apple.
Seonghwa’s lashes fluttered, clumped with unshed tears as he cried out in pleasure. He pressed his forehead against Hongjoong’s, panting and letting out small whimpers. Hongjoong brought a hand up into Seonghwa’s hair, pushing away the dark sweaty strands away from his face.
He gently cradled the back of Seonghwa’s nape, pulling him into a kiss, a stark contrast to his thrusting hips. Seonghwa moaned into the kiss and Hongjoong drank it up greedily. The older’s body tensed up upon his lap, clenching down particularly hard, a sign of his oncoming climax.
Hongjoong grunted as he delivered a harsh thrust which finally tipped Seonghwa over the edge, his cock spurting ropes of cum, painting their abdomens with the sticky white fluid. He cried out in over-stimulation as Hongjoong continued fucking into him, chasing his own orgasm.
He wasn’t going to last long, not with the way Seonghwa was clenching around him. His movements started to stutter as he panted against Seonghwa’s lips, calling and praising him. Soon, he was emptying his load into Seonghwa, filling his warm velvety walls with his cum.
Hongjoong felt like he was in heaven.
They were both breathless by the time they slowly came down from their orgasm. Seonghwa was extremely flushed as he panted on top of Hongjoong, heavily leaning against him. As he slowly regained his senses, he pulled back slightly and caressed Hongjoong’s cheek.
He gazed at him with his big doe eyes, his makeup completely ruined with his sweat. Hongjoong almost preened with pride with the masterpiece he had created, eyes flitting over all the marks he had left on Seonghwa’s honey skin. He pulled the older down into a kiss, one that was tender and slow.
“Let’s get you home, now,” Seonghwa murmured as he kissed him back, “The boys are probably still waiting for us…”
Hongjoong hummed in agreement, a soft smile on his lips, “Let’s go. I’m rather hungry.”