Stendhal • Syndrome || SeongJoong

VIII

Yeosang and Wooyoung hold Hongjoong, as if it were needed. Yeosang kisses him on the mouth, being slow, calm and loving; Wooyoung kisses him on the shoulder, caresses his chest and holds his right thigh.

Seonghwa laughs, considering it a lovely image to have. She kisses Hongjoong in the middle of his chest, slowly moving down his body until he reaches the bottom. Hongjoong pulls out completely and blushes. Yeosang kisses his cheek, caresses him; Wooyoung plays with the hardened nipples and Seonghwa finishes tying Hongjoong's penis.

It swells to the point of redness the more she masturbates it.

Hongjoong holds his breath and the other two hold him. He looks unable to breathe, to believe what is happening. Seonghwa licks the hardened penis, with the veins that swell more and more. In the end he puts it all in her mouth, sucking while pressing it on his palate.

Looking up at all times.

As Hongjoong breaks down in tears, trying to squirm away, but they don't let him.

His whimpers and calls for help are all Seonghwa wanted to achieve and as she pulls the penis out of her mouth, he's left with his tongue hanging out, brushing the glans, masturbating the wet phallus. Hongjoong shivers, hot and sweaty aplenty. Seonghwa pulls off the tight tape and the amount of semen that comes out is not only too much, it's quite a whitish liquid.

It stains Seonghwa's face, as well as his collarbone and chest. Wooyoung laughs and Yeosang murmurs: "I've never seen that before. How funny." He rests his cheek on Hongjoong, who's breathing heavily. Seonghwa brings her hands up to her back to open the bra and Hongjoong squeezes his eyes and lips together, aware that if he looks at her, it could happen again.

"Hongjoong..." He shivers where he stands, listening to Seonghwa's sing-song voice and then, her breathing straight into his ear. "You completely dirty me... you'll have to have a little punishment." Seonghwa warns before biting his ear.

Hongjoong covers his face with his hands, moaning and sobbing at the same time. Seonghwa penetrates him, using a bigger toy. As if it gets worse as the times go by. He is grabbed by the face, forced to keep his mouth open and the penis slides through his lips.

Seonghwa moans and pants, enjoying the way Hongjoong despite being maneuvered by Wooyoung or Yeosang, covers his eyes with his hands. She masturbates him, scratches him and squeezes him between his hands.

Enjoying how he sweats and ends up fainting from exhaustion. Probably dehydrated as always.

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"The locations were the correct. All thanks to you" Seonghwa comments in a purr. "I hope that whatever is talked about at home, you tell me" she swings her arm a little, walking through the garden of the huge house. It is a place that does not even seem from this time. Full of bushes, flowers and trees without human contact. "To be together."

Seonghwa lets go, moving away for a moment to check the flowers he asked for. Hongjoong stares at her. Sweat wets his long, blond hair. His dilated eyes fixed on Seonghwa. The only real figure among the plants drawn with patience and time, with a brush and old paint.

Same paint that wraps Seonghwa in a white robe, light, soft, almost translucent. She checks her hair, making sure her feather brooch is well placed, but Hongjoong sees flowers.

A pretty crown of the same flowers that grow on that willow above the pond.

Seonghwa notices the way Hongjoong looks at her and Sometimes, she wishes she could see the same thing he does. Hongjoong keeps writing letters to her. All to explain his perspective and it's fascinating. That world between painting and human beings...