Smut ahoy part two I'm not even sorry. Don't skip the chapter completely, the ending is important. Please read again at the arrow ->

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Seonghwa awoke to a strange movement of his legs. It appeared as if he was being held by hands, small fingers splayed over his thighs.

There was something else, something that seemed to attract much more attention than whatever those hands were doing on his legs.

"What are you doing?"

Seonghwa blinked his eyes open in surprise at hearing his own voice, not expecting it to sound that rough. He knew that it's misuse the evening before was the sole thing responsible for that and felt slighty sorry towards it.

"I nearly went crazy yesterday indulging you. We will do it my way today."

Hongjoong sounded much more awake than Seonghwa did and his eyes slipped shut again, not really minding the warmth of Hongjoong's body between his legs. The other man was lazily playing with Seonghwa's hardened length, sometimes pressing kisses against Seonghwa's thighs.

"Were you listening?"

Seonghwa gave a sleepy hum, not surprised of having slept through Hongjoong settling down there at all. He was falling asleep again, not caring for the pressing warmth in his limbs.

"Did I wear you out that much yesterday? How cute."

Seonghwa felt soft hair tickle his groin when Hongjoong leaned down again, kissing him everywhere but where he wanted him to. That did frustrate Seonghwa indeed. He shifted a bit, groggily lifting his hands to rub his eyes.

"Why.", he groaned with a pout, finally looking down at Hongjoong who was kneeling between his legs with a cunning grin on his lips. He looked entirely as if he had tricked Seonghwa into something, making him suspiciously eye the naked pirate.

"What did you-"

And then he saw.

His captain had been hungry. Yesterday but today also. Proof of it was covering all of Seonghwa's pale chest and thighs, bites and reddish marks painting him like a piece of art. They contrasted beautifully with his white flesh, making him bite back a sound of amazement.

"Don't startle." Hongjoong shuffled up a bit, letting his own heavy length rest against Seonghwa's as he bent down to kiss him, warming his mouth up with his hot tongue.

Seonghwa still did startle when he felt something move, not the sudden action itself surprising him but it's character.

Hongjoong's fingers were moving inside of him, having somehow found their way between his legs and a slick slide provided them with enough support for him to probe around without problems.

It felt a bit strange at first but it did not hurt, Seonghwa not being able to deny the yearning pull in his abdomen, the heat dancing away inside of him. It was much more distracting than the many bites Hongjoong had left all over his body but even more so were his kisses.

"What are you doing?", Seonghwa whispered nervously against Hongjoong's lips, forcing himself to relax around the foreign digits exploring his body. He bit back a loud moan when Hongjoong dug his fingers deeper, pressing their pads gently against something that woke up Seonghwa within a mere second.

It was as if he had just came when he did not, hot white pleasure washing all over him and making him abruptly snap his legs together around Hongjoong's hips. He was trying to move away, his body not quite functioning enough and pressing closer instead. He felt his back arch, pressing close to Hongjoong's that was tensed above his like some kind of cat.

Hongjoong's soft laughter sounded through the sticky room, his free hand gently pressing down Seonghwa again.

"My way. I noticed myself going oddly soft on you, which was surprising even to me. What did you do, little prince, did you bewitch me?"

Did he? Seonghwa had no clue, he was still trying to form an opinion on the strange sensations Hongjoong kept making him feel. He tried to seperate his trembling legs from their crushing grip around Hongjoong's hips again, his thoughts going wild.

What was Hongjoong even doing down there? It was such a strange place to touch, so very unhygienic. How could it feel the least bit good?

Hongjoong indeed knew strange things.

"I- I don't think I did. I'm no witch."

"Hmm, maybe this is me trying not to damage important goods." He pulled out his fingers and Seonghwa actually whined, his hands scrambling to pull Hongjoong closer again. The pirate gave a fond chuckle, leaning down to kiss him palacatingly.

"Turn around."

Seonghwa weakly did, rolling through Hongjoong's big and comfy bed and burying his head in a pillow. He felt Hongjoong's fingers flutter over his shoulders and hips in appreciation, him then grabbing Seonghwa's legs to urge them to kneel. Seonghwa still left his head on the pillows though, only turning his head questioningly to watch whatever the other man was doing.

He squirmed when he felt something at that entrance again, clenching his fingers around the fabric under his head. It felt bigger than those fingers but the slide was easy still, not really making him uncomfortable.

Seonghwa felt himself shake all over, his body heated up with sweat as a weak moan escaped him at the friction delivered. His body seemed to be breached impossibly deep, no end in sight until suddenly there was, warm hips pressing against his behind.

Seonghwa choked when the implications finally cleared up on him, Hongjoong being inside of him.

A punched out groan was muffled by the pillow, Seonghwa blearily blinking his still sleep-riddled eyes. Hongjoong gave a breathless laugh himself, leaning over Seonghwa in order to roughly grab his hair, pulling his head back.

"No hiding, remember? Let the whole crew listen to me wrecking you." His kiss against Seonghwa's nape seemed too much, too hot and he felt himself squirm, all the sensations on his body too much for him to handle.

His squirming however did not help at all. Rather it sent a shock of pleasure through his body, coming from the place he and Hongjoong were joined together.

He was really so, so confused but his brain felt too muddy to think about it.

Hongjoong had smoothly pulled his hips back then, leaving Seonghwa to wonder if that was it but the heat never really left his body, instead snapping forwards again and making his eyes fly wide open.

The moan that sounded must have been heard outside, mixing with Hongjoong's own hum. Seonghwa's hands scambled for purchase on the headboard, lips restlessly mumbling something. It never was heard as Hongjoong did it again and again, pushing their bodies together in an endless dance of pleasure that dragged Seonghwa in as if in a maelstrom.

He had never expected to be able to do such sounds, had no idea what his body was even doing when he met Hongjoong's hard thrusts, his body feeling as if set ablaze.

It was so much to feel, such a quick way to drown Seonghwa in pleasure as he gasped for air, not able to breathe at how deep Hongjoong went, how good the pull felt.

"You remember my name?"

Hongjoong's sweat was dripping on his back and Seonghwa wanted to answer, he really did but no more than garbled sounds escaped him. Hongjoong chuckled, actually pulling out.

Seonghwa immediately collapsed, falling down to one side without any strength to hold him upright and blinking sweet tears of pleasure away while he watched Hongjoong lean over him with that gorgeous body of his.

"Do you?"

Seonghwa was too winded to answer, instead staring at the beauty that Kim Hongjoong was, at the sweat glinting on his hairline and the wild look in his eyes.

His body functioned without him telling it to, welcoming Hongjoong again as he opened the other's legs and sunk in without any form of resistance, making Seonghwa throw his head back. Hongjoong had reached that spot again, pressing insistently against it now and Seonghwa fisted his hands in the sheets, letting out a loud wail.

"Say my name, prettyboy." It was that nickname again, that name he had called him when they first got to know each other and it conjured other images in Seonghwa's head. Of him sitting on his knees in front of Hongjoong, pressed against him in a way that was so similar to what they did yesterday. Of Hongjoong bending him over the railing, pressing their bodies close together like they were now.

It was way too much for him.

"Hongjoong- Kim-" His whisper was answered by a powerful thrust, sending him sliding up the bed. He nearly felt as if punched by the sudden feeling of pleasure, throwing his head back to yell the other's name again.

"Aye, just like that. Remember it for me, hm? Remember this right here whenever you call my name."

He set a brutal pace again, pulling Seonghwa immpossibly closer by the hips in order not to push him away. Seonghwa went nearly crazy with the suspense, whining at Hongjoong to do something.

When Hongjoong finally did and his merciful hand finally found Seonghwa's red and angrily throbbing length, Seonghwa sighed his name out as if he was in church, this close to worshipping this darned pirate.

Seonghwa came easily through the many sensations upon him, feeling himself clench hard around Hongjoong who just growled at him dangerously, his hair falling shaggily over his shoulders.

Seonghwa could not watch him any longer, too intently staring at the sweat glistening on his cheekbones, at the curve of his neck and his broad body. Bonelessly he let himself drop back, enjoying the feeling of warmth filling him even more when Hongjoong came too.

For a second everything stilled, only their laboured breaths being heard in the sticky and heated room as Hongjoong stared down at Seonghwa splayed out beneath him, as wrecked as he had expected him to be.

"Come here."

Seonghwa was left no time to wonder, then Hongjoong was already picking him up, pulling him down on his hips just the more while Seonghwa whined about the sensitivity. Hongjoong did not care, carrying him over to his desk while the constant movement made Seonghwa want to scream out in frustration, not even caring as he was being dropped down on the cold polished wood.

He yelped however when Hongjoong pulled out too sudden, turning Seonghwa around again so that he was staring at the mess they had left the bed in and the opposite wall. Hongjoong dropped down heavily on the chair, pulling it closer so that he could rest the feet of Seonghwa's dangling legs on the pillow next to his hips.

Seonghwa probably screamed when he ducked down and put his mouth there without any kind of warning.

Again he was scrambling for purchase, holding onto the desk for dear life when he was not only extremely sensitive right now but the feeling of Hongjoong's tongue entering him was also better than anything he ever experienced.

Seonghwa keened, reaching back one hand to grab Hongjoong's hair. He was not quite sure whether he wanted to pull him closer or push him away, but Hongjoong took that decision from him. He reached up to pull Seonghwa's hand away, pressing it into the dip of his back roughly while diving deeper, probably tasting his own come on his tongue.

Seonghwa wailed and kicked, having surpassed the level of sensitivity he could bear and by now just trying to squirm away in order to let his body calm down.

Hongjoong had other plans, holding him tight and doing whatever that felt way too heavenly, way too good to refuse.

-> Seonghwa gave a violent flinch though, when something banged against the door, rattling it's hinges. He shut up immediately, worrying that they were being too loud when Hongjoong suddenly stood, silently pressing down on Seonghwa's still body in warning.

He was frozen, not daring to look up at the tensed Hongjoong who was by now reaching for one dagger laying around on the desk. He grabbed it in one smooth movement, ready to throw it just as the door burst open.

Stumbling in came no other than Mingi and he was over and over covered in blood. Blood that seemed to be entirely his own. Seonghwa stared at him in panic as he gave a soundless whisper and then crashed to the ground completely still.

He showed them his back at that, a mutilated back that was ripped open by the many cuts of knives on it. And those cuts read something.

If the sight of all that blood alone did not nearly made Seonghwa vomit, it was the message written down in Mingi's damaged flesh in pretty cursive as if the attacker spent a long time at it. Seonghwa's stomach churned, him going completely pale.

"Nice to meet you, Park Seonghwa."