The Odd Doctor Out | A Drama | S. 5

881 🩺 Just A Bit More Marital Spice | M

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A/N: M'kay fam, just finished binge watching deadpool after my nightshift, it's time to finish writing this goddamn scene from last month 👀

Never start smut scenes and then leave them to 'finish later.' That's my free advice for today 💀✨

Head tipping back off of the bed and bound wrists following, Hongjoong's body was hot and covered in a layer of perspiration as he moaned. He could barely keep his eyes open, let alone function at a level required to interact with another person. His legs were shaking and his brain was on fire, and through it, he was quaking as Seonghwa's tongue delved into his ass and bit into his perineum—the perfect combination of smooth meeting rough.

'Fugmnng—' he moaned in an attempt to swear, pleasure searing him from the inside out. He was covered in hickeys, he could taste colours, he'd lost all concept of time, and all his body knew, was to be tortured with pleasure.

A shocked cry tore from him as suddenly, strong, hot hands grabbed hold of his waist and dragged him across the bed faster than he could process. His arms flailed above head, wrists tied together with a belt, and he gasped sharply as Seonghwa grabbed hold of the supple necktie dangling around one of his ankles and yanked it, forcing his legs and thighs apart.

'You have no idea how fucking sexy you look right now,' Seonghwa groaned, kneeling between his legs totally naked, staring down at him with black eyes that drank him in like ambrosia laced with tones of lust and love. He kneaded the inside of his thigh, before grinding his palm up his body, over his throbbing, aching length, over every inch of his abdomen, up his chest... His neck...

The hand locked around his throat, squeezing over the blood vessels, and he felt his eyes threaten to roll back. If it weren't for that liquid black gaze holding his consciousness captive, he was sure he'd have been long gone.

But as the hand kneaded at him, even as Seonghwa reached his other up and worked his thumb into his mouth, it felt not quite as sultry as it should have. It almost felt like his husband couldn't get enough... Needed more of him in every way possible, brimming with emotion both in arousal and something else.

Those eyes were drinking him in, and he wanted to give him everything and more that he could ever want. Every cell in his being yearned to serve him, if only just to see the look of sheer sated satisfaction on his face. If Seonghwa wanted it, then he would have it, and with his hand around his throat...

'Ugmnng—ore-ease—' he moaned, lashes fluttering, threatening to give up.

The moan Seonghwa let out was like liquid gold, and the way he got off on seeing him so fucking hazy... It made him want to give him more.

'Didn't expect to have you speaking in tongues,' his husband said with an impressed smirk on his face.

He moaned, pushing his thighs apart for him and feeling a shudder right from the bottom of his spine, to the very tip of his hands bound overhead. He swallowed really fucking hard, trying to get his words out... To make them make sense...