ATEEZ ONESHOTS [BXB]

- PDWTG (3) -

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The hallway leading to Hongjoong's bedroom was bathed in a dim, almost ghostly light, the soft amber glow from the sconces casting long, flickering shadows on the walls. As Jongho moved forward, each step was slow and deliberate, the muted thud of his boots against the wooden floor echoing in the narrow space. The air between them was thick with unspoken desire, charged with the remnants of alcohol and the pungent scent of something stronger, something that had lingered between them since they'd stumbled into the house, both high and drunk, utterly lost in each other's pull.

Jongho's hands gripped Hongjoong's thighs with a possessive firmness, every inch of him aware of the weight and warmth of the smaller man in his arms. Hongjoong's legs were wrapped tightly around Jongho's waist, their bodies pressed together so closely that the heat radiating from one seemed to fuse with the other, their sweat-slicked skin tingling with every subtle shift. Jongho's breath came in ragged gasps as Hongjoong's fingers tangled in his hair, tugging just enough to send a shiver down his spine, the sensation shooting straight to his core. Their lips were locked in a frenzied kiss, tongues clashing, tasting the remnants of the night—the sharp bite of alcohol mixed with the earthy tang of smoke—a blend that only deepened the haze they were already drowning in.

The world around them seemed to dissolve, the hallway shrinking to a mere blur, with only the sensation of Hongjoong's body grounding Jongho in the present. He moved with purpose, each step deliberate, sending waves of friction coursing through them both. Hongjoong's mouth was relentless, moving against Jongho's with a hunger that was almost frantic, only breaking away to bite down on Jongho's lower lip or to pull back just enough to let their breaths mingle in the small, electrified space between them. The sound of their labored breathing filled the hallway, a symphony of gasps and moans that echoed off the walls, amplifying the intensity of the moment.

Jongho, usually so measured and controlled, was overtaken by a reckless abandon. The alcohol had stripped away his caution, leaving him raw and exposed, driven by the pure, unfiltered need to feel Hongjoong closer, deeper. His hands roamed with a desperate fervor, sliding up from Hongjoong's thighs to his hips, then up his back, pressing him impossibly close. He could feel the tremors of desire that ran through Hongjoong, the way his muscles tensed and relaxed beneath his touch, each shudder sending sparks of heat through Jongho's veins, igniting the fire that already burned within him.

Hongjoong tore his lips away from Jongho's, his breath hot against Jongho's flushed skin as he trailed wet, open-mouthed kisses along his jawline, down to the sensitive curve of his neck. His teeth grazed Jongho's skin, nipping playfully before sucking a bruise into the flesh, marking him with a possessive urgency that made Jongho groan, the sound low and guttural, reverberating through his chest. The vibration seemed to fuel Hongjoong, who rolled his hips against Jongho's, grinding down with a force that ripped a sharp gasp from Jongho's throat, his control slipping further away with every movement.

"Jongho..." Hongjoong's voice was a breathy whisper against his ear, thick with need and laced with a slurred edge that betrayed just how intoxicated he was—not just by the alcohol, but by the desire that had them both in its grip. The sound of his name on Hongjoong's lips, spoken with such raw hunger, sent a wave of heat crashing through Jongho. There was something utterly intoxicating about hearing Hongjoong like this, his usual composure shattered, leaving him desperate and undone in Jongho's arms.

Jongho's fingers dug into Hongjoong's waist as he stumbled forward, the bedroom door looming just ahead. Every breath they took was heavy with anticipation, the air between them electric, charged with a need that was quickly spiraling out of control. Each step they took brought them closer to a point of no return, a point where the tension between them would finally shatter.