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When the night arrives and swallows all the light, under the darkness that is ready to swallow all the sins and hide the sinners, Captain Kim Hongjoong looks for his star to get drunk in his starlight. 

It’s been a while since he anchored his ship; it was afternoon, and now the night has already engulfed the sun. It isn’t a coincidence, he has been waiting for the evening to pass and turn into the night for a reason. It’s their mutual decision, their routine: Hongjoong anchors, and spends his day dealing with his captain responsibilities, and when the night comes, he goes —sometimes runs— to the arms of the only creature he cherishes in the entire world: His star, his delight, his Seonghwa. 

When he saw Seonghwa across the tavern a couple of years ago, Seonghwa was a pure, never-been-touched flower waiting for the right conditions to bloom. When Hongjoong approached him, he shied away like a timid bunny at first, but within a couple of hours, he was letting Hongjoong explore the hot and wet cave of his mouth, his jaw slack, his body pliant between Hongjoong’s arms on the back alley of the tavern. Hongjoong has been obsessed with him ever since. 

Since he last visited Seonghwa, almost three months have passed and Hongjoong has already ensured that everything he stole, raided and obtained for his star will be delivered to his house before his arrival. This time he’s sent him vanilla extracts, dried herbs and flowers, clothes made of the best cotton and high-quality fabric. Seonghwa used to work as a merchant every single day, helping his family business, however, since they met, Hongjoong has provided anything and everything he wishes for, and the things he doesn’t even say out loud. Not because he easily opens his legs for him and welcomes Hongjoong between them, no, but because he’s the best thing that has ever happened to Hongjoong. His most beloved treasure. 

Hongjoong knows his way. He has tried so many different ways to arrive at his house as quickly as possible. The fastest one takes him four thousand three hundred ninety-nine steps from the harbour to the light blue door of Seonghwa’s house where he lives on his own, and whose rent is financed by Hongjoong. He has already taken more than three thousand steps and with each one he takes, his heart beats faster and faster with anticipation. The thoughts in his mind run inside the walls of his skull like savage wolves, he can’t decide what to do with him or to him once he gets Seonghwa in his arms. He’s terribly missed him. He wants to hear his soft-spoken words again, watch how his plump upper lip moves as he tells Hongjoong his stories, wants to fill his lungs with his sweet, always fresh scent which sometimes smells like strawberries, milk or vanilla —Hongjoong feels his teeth hurt thinking about it, he craves a taste so badly—, feel his dainty hands, long and pretty fingers as they move on Hongjoong’s chest as he taps them there in a certain rhythm while he listens to what Hongjoong has to say, he wants to witness how his hair spread on his always clean white sheets on his head like a halo —suitable for an angel like him—, and watch how he cries so lethally prettily as Hongjoong takes him wherever he wants in his pleasure. 

He sees the stone house on the corner of the street. Turn left from here. Less than a thousand steps. He thinks about what to say to Seonghwa when he opens the door. He knows Seonghwa is a sentimental entity, he loves romance even though he mistakenly seeks it in a pirate, Hongjoong tries to give the best he can to him. It isn’t that hard, he’s figured out in time, to provide for Seonghwa. To care for Seonghwa. To love Seonghwa. He whispered it to his ears a couple of times while Seonghwa was coming down from the high Hongjoong took him to, and afterwards, when Seonghwa so sweetly begged to hear those three words again. He never said it with their clothes fully on, which sometimes broke Seonghwa’s heart, he knows. Maybe he’ll say it soon, without both of them being clouded by the pleasure they make each other feel. Maybe he should say it the moment he sees him. But no, the Seonghwa he knows will think it’s to soften him to get between his legs —as if Hongjoong needs to try hard for that— and won’t believe Hongjoong is being sincere. No, he needs to find the perfect moment to say it so that Seonghwa believes him forever. 

He doesn’t count the seconds, he counts the steps. He’ll arrive there any moment. Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one. The light blue door greets him like an old friend. There’s a flower crown hung on it, dried and fresh flowers somehow stuck together in the shape of an O. His Seonghwa, his talented, patient, crafty Seonghwa who thinks it’s a great idea to welcome a dirty, smelling sea, rum and dirt Captain with a flower crown. He’s begrudgingly perfect. He’s painfully himself. He’s undoubtedly Hongjoong’s. 

He knocks on the door. Once. Twice. Thrice. Seonghwa knows it’s him. Seonghwa somehow always knows. 

When the door is opened, Hongjoong is once again reminded that he doesn’t need to worry about how to speak to Seonghwa, how to behave when he’s in front of him after months that felt like centuries. Seonghwa takes care of it. He takes care of so many things about Hongjoong. 

Before Hongjoong can even see his silhouette, he’s already jumping on Hongjoong, and he’s always ready to catch his star. 

‘’Captain!’’ He exclaims. ‘’Hongjoong,’’ He whispers to Hongjoong’s ear. 

Hongjoong buries his nose on his neck. Vanilla. Fuck . 

‘’My star,’’ He salutes him back. ‘’My Seonghwa.’’ 

Seonghwa is quick to cup his face between his palms. No worries whatsoever about whether Hongjoong might drop him or not, he always trusts Hongjoong to hold him tight and securely. Hongjoong does. 

‘’I’ve missed you,’’ Seonghwa says, Hongjoong can somehow hear it in his voice. Seonghwa is as crazy about Hongjoong as he is about Seonghwa, which is actually dangerous for him. Seonghwa doesn’t seem to care about that as his eyes wander on Hongjoong’s face, searching for any scars to scold Hongjoong for. ‘’You’re still so handsome,’’ He comments. 

‘’Did you think I’d lose it in three months?’’ 

Seonghwa giggles. ‘’I just worried that you’d come home with stitches on your face that aren’t made by me.’’ One of his hands touches Hongjoong’s cheekbone. ‘’Here’s a little scar but you’re in one piece and I’m so, so glad you’re here. Take me to our room.’’ 

Hongjoong kisses him on the cheek. ‘’You have no intentions to walk, I assume?’’ 

‘’Not at all,’’ Seonghwa shines as he speaks. 

Hongjoong follows his order —as he always does— and takes a step in with Seonghwa hugging his body and closes the door with a kick. 

“Are you hungry?” Seonghwa asks, so casually as Hongjoong takes them to Seonghwa’s bedroom, passing the living room that smells wonderful. “I’ve prepared so much food with the herbs you sent me.”

“I don’t feel hungry,” Hongjoong says, refraining from saying ‘for food at least’ . It would upset Seonghwa and sound so cliche to his ears, despite being half-truth. 

“I hope you didn’t eat somewhere else,” Seonghwa speaks through his pout as Hongjoong lays him down on his bed which is covered by a colourful, patched sheet which was probably made by Seonghwa. It looks so beautiful under all the candles Seonghwa lit. Tomorrow, under the sunlight, Hongjoong will take a closer look. As Seonghwa lies on the beautiful cover and the soft light that the candles create slowly dance on his pretty face, Hongjoong realises he hasn’t kissed him yet. Why hasn’t he kissed him yet? 

“I wouldn’t dare.” Hongjoong says, cheekily adding, “My star makes the best food.”

Seonghwa giggles as he hugs Hongjoong’s shoulders and pulls him to himself. “I do. Aren’t you a lucky man?”

“The luckiest,” Hongjoong entertains him. It’s true. No man on the surface is as lucky as he is. And he’ll make sure it remains so. Seonghwa is his star. His. His. Mine . 

“I love my gifts,” Seonghwa says. “Thank you. I know you worked hard for them.” 

“I did,” Hongjoong admits. “It’s always worth it as long as you’re happy.”

“Mmm,” Seonghwa moves in his arms like a kitten, nestling between the space under Hongjoong’s body and on the bed. “You’re speaking so sweetly today, I love your words.” He looks at Hongjoong with sparks in his eyes. A true star. “Missed me that much?”

Hongjoong confirms by pressing his lips on Seonghwa’s soft ones. The first kiss they share after Hongjoong finally takes Seonghwa between his arms is always special, and the sweetest to Hongjoong, until Seonghwa kisses him again and again, that is. 

Seonghwa welcomes him as usual, so inviting and accepting. Ready to take anything Hongjoong gives. Ready to give anything Hongjoong he needs. He’s so pliant when he’s in Hongjoong’s hold. Hongjoong loves it, melts for it. Whereas Seonghwa isn’t afraid to show his teeth and defend what or who he loves when he’s out of these four walls, to Hongjoong, he’s always the sweetest. Always complying to whatever Hongjoong wants to do to him, ready to fulfil his needs; at the same time, always asking for more from Hongjoong, not afraid to share his deepest wishes and fantasies with Hongjoong so that he can live up to them. 

His lips are as soft as Hongjoong remembers, never as dry as Hongjoong’s lips that are exposed to sun and salt all the time. His upper lip that is plumper than his bottom one drives Hongjoong crazy. He loves how full it is, loves to suck it, lick it and press a special kiss on it. As Hongjoong is busy enjoying its plushiness, Seonghwa lets his tongue explore Hongjoong’s mouth. Hongjoong allows him to have his fun, basking in the way Seonghwa kisses him as hungry as Hongjoong feels for him. Seonghwa’s desire is tangible, he can almost taste it in their kiss, just like he can taste the lavender hidden in there. He never tries to hide his lust from Hongjoong, always proudly displays it, knowing that Hongjoong will meet him with the same amount of it, if not more. 

Hongjoong’s hands move greedily, ready to feel Seonghwa’s warmth after so many days spent sailing between the freezing waves. Seonghwa is still hugging his shoulders, his arms constantly pressing Hongjoong to himself. Hongjoong finds the hem of his white shirt and lifts it up a little and finally touches Seonghwa’s skin. He’s softer than the best quality of cotton, warmer than the sun itself and Hongjoong’s hunger for him is about to kill him. He can feel the disgusting, greedy monster clawing his insides, demanding to be set free so that it can tear apart Seonghwa and enjoy his taste unrestrainedly. Hongjoong always keeps it leashed, not letting it get out ever. Seonghwa is too precious. He has the power to tear Seonghwa apart and put him back together, and the urge gets stronger every second, yet Seonghwa is perfect the way he is, so he holds back. He always holds back when it comes to Seonghwa because he holds him dear, way too close to his heart. It sometimes feels impossible and he fears he will unleash the beast but for Seonghwa, Hongjoong would turn the world upside down.

When Hongjoong’s rough fingertips caress his skin, Seonghwa moans right into his mouth. Let me out. He would let me wreck him, don’t you see how eager he is? Let me go. Let me have my way with him.

Hongjoong breaks the kiss. 

‘’Hongjoong,’’ Seonghwa whimpers. ‘’Kiss me more.’’ 

‘’You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into,’’ Hongjoong warns.

‘’I know. I want it. Kiss me, please.’’  

Seonghwa is always so beautiful, however, when he begs like that to Hongjoong, he becomes the most breath-taking thing Hongjoong has ever seen. 

Hongjoong grants him his wish, once again pressing his lips on his. Seonghwa’s hands cup his face this time, Hongjoong can feel his nails digging into his cheeks from the way he holds him so tightly. It hurts a little, but it doesn’t matter, not when Seonghwa kisses him with this much passion and need. He could bring out a dagger and bury it right into the left side of Hongjoong’s chest, and Hongjoong would let him.

His tongue wanders on Seonghwa’s lips, just to tease him, then he permits Seonghwa to have his way and he licks into Hongjoong’s mouth. He needs to satiate his desperation too, Hongjoong can see that, therefore, he follows Seonghwa’s lead for a moment, until his own need starts to overbear. He kisses him one last time before he moves on to leave a kiss on both of Seonghwa’s cheeks. Another one, he leaves on his forehead. The last is on the tip of his nose. 

‘’My star,’’ He whispers to his ear before leaving a kiss on his earlobe. ‘’Life’s so, so unbearable without you.’’

Seonghwa stares at him with his bright eyes for a short moment. ‘’Captain,’’ He says, ‘’I’ve missed you so badly, too. It’s impossible to sleep without you. I’ve never stopped thinking about you, dreaming of you for a moment.’’ His eyes land on the marks he’s probably left on Hongjoong’s cheeks. He uses his thumbs to caress them softly. ‘’I’m sorry,’’ He whispers. 

‘’It’s okay,’’ Hongjoong turns his head to leave a kiss on his palm, placing his hand on Seonghwa’s hand. ‘’The sea was rough. I’ve never sailed through such strong and big waves before. I should have arrived earlier, but I had to stop more than I wanted to so that we could repair the ship.’’ 

Seonghwa radiates warmth and compassion as he listens to Hongjoong. Hongjoong sometimes can’t understand how he can love and show sympathy for a pirate, how a sweet angel such as Seonghwa could even accept him, a murderous captain, into his heart. But he did. No matter how much he thinks he doesn’t deserve Seonghwa, Seonghwa accepted him. Took him in his home and heart, provided a safe harbour, a shelter that is far away from the cruel ocean for Hongjoong. Sometimes, Hongjoong manages to convince himself that’s the only thing that matters. What Seonghwa thinks and wants is important, and as long as he wants Hongjoong beside him, as long as he holds Hongjoong’s blood-covered hands, Hongjoong will convince himself. He’ll accept Seonghwa’s affection.

“Despite all the harshness,” Seonghwa says while combing Hongjoong’s hair that is way too long back. “You still brought me the best things, things I never thought I’d have.” He lifts his chin to kiss Hongjoong. “I want to thank you for those, and thank you for coming back to me too. After the second had month passed, I was worried that I wouldn’t see you.” 

“Star,” Hongjoong presses another kiss on his palm. Even death can’t stop me from finding you. “What do I call you, hm, tell me?”

A pinkish red blossoms on Seonghwa’s cheeks. “I’m your Polaris,” He replies.

“You are,” Hongjoong confirms. “And tell me why?”

“Because I’ll always help you find your true way.”

“So good,” Hongjoong kisses him. “So clever. I adore you, do you know that?” 

“I do, but I still love to be reminded,” Seonghwa replies with a soft giggle. 

“Spoiled little star,” Hongjoong kisses on his neck and goes up right under his ear by leaving kisses wherever he passes. “You know what you’re doing to me.” 

“You know what you’re doing to me too,” Seonghwa pouts. “You come to me after three months with your hair this long, and the sun has helped it lighten. Your skin has been kissed by the sun, hasn’t it? You look so, so good,” He almost mewls. “You must have known you’d have an effect on me.”

“Maybe,” Hongjoong admits with a smirk. “But don’t play innocent. Do you think I don’t realise how good you smell? And you have let your hair get longer too. Whenever I think you can’t get any more beautiful, you always find a way to surprise me.”

Seonghwa touches Hongjoong’s left arm, his fingertips sliding up and down on the fabric of his black coat. 

“After your gifts arrived, I took a long bath. I wanted to smell nice for my Captain.”

“Did you now?”

Seonghwa nods, batting his eyelashes innocently. “I want you to think I’m the prettiest all the time, so I take care of myself when you’re not around.”

“You don’t need to try hard for me to think you’re the loveliest thing I’ve ever seen.” Hongjoong kisses his cheek. “Even if you were covered in dirt and salt like me, I’d still think you’re the most flawless creature.”

Hongjoong hears the sheet rustle and in a second, Seonghwa is rubbing his crotch to his body.

“Captain —Hongjoong, touch me. Take me. It’s been so long. You left me without you for so long. I need you, touch me.” 

As Seonghwa keeps rumbling, Hongjoong can feel every single piece of self-restraint he has evoparing away from his body. Seonghwa sounds so needy, so dirty and at the same time so innocent. Hongjoong will give him everything he wants. He has no other chance; he’s completely under Seonghwa’s spell. 

‘’Don’t you want to talk, hm?’’ He asks to tease him. One of his hands finds Seonghwa’s thigh and he slowly touches him on his trousers. ‘’Don’t you want to tell me everything you had done when I wasn’t here?’’ 

‘’I can’t talk, I can’t even think,’’ He breathes out. ‘’And I hope you didn’t think you could leave me after spending only a night with me. I will tell you all the things you’re curious about later. Right now, I need you.’’

Hongjoong smiles at his words. ‘’Maybe I should’ve given you this news earlier,’’ He says and Seonghwa looks at him with his big, expectant eyes. ‘’I’ll stay here at least for a week. I’ve missed my star so much, so I’ve made some changes in my plans lately.’’ 

Seonghwa’s hands meet on Hongjoong’s nape and he pulls Hongjoong to himself to give him a kiss. ‘’Thank you,’’ He whispers, ‘’Thank you. You’re always so thoughtful. It means we’ll have so much time to talk. Please, please, Hongjoong, touch me.’’ 

Hongjoong finally gives him what he wants. 

They both lean in for the kiss and meet in the middle. Seonghwa’s fingers are in Hongjoong’s hair, slightly pulling it with so much desperation. Hongjoong quickly finds the hem of his shirt again and pulls it out of his trousers. He doesn’t care about anything anymore, so he pulls the fabric and tears it apart, the buttons spilling around. As he uses one hand to support Seonghwa, he uses the other one to pull Seonghwa up. Seonghwa understands what he wants and follows his moves and Hongjoong skillfully frees him of his shirt. They don’t ever stop kissing each other. 

Soon, Seonghwa’s fingers are on his body, trying to get Hongjoong out of his coat. Hongjoong helps him and gets out of it and throws it somewhere in the room. Later, he’ll clean his mess because he would never upset his star with the sight of an untidy room. For now, he only cares about getting rid of his suffocating clothes and kissing Seonghwa as long as he can. 

‘’I love this shirt on you,’’ Seonghwa speaks right on his lips, his irregular, hot breaths hitting Hongjoong’s face. ‘’You look so delicious in black. And with the coat, you look just like the pirates people tell about in their fairy tales.’’ 

‘’I look delicious?’’ Hongjoong laughs. ‘’You’re going to kill me someday, Seonghwa.’’

‘’I’m being serious!’’ He protests, a smile waiting tugging the corners of his lips. ‘’I know people tend to fear you but for me you’ve always looked so, so appealing.’’

‘’You’re so generous today with your compliments,’’ Hongjoong says, pressing a kiss on his temple. ‘’I know that already, though. I still dream of your eyes when they first looked at me.’’ 

Despite his naughty fingers which are trying to reach Hongjoong trousers, Seonghwa blushes. 

‘’I was scared of you, I admit it, but I still knew you’d give me the best night of my life.’’ 

‘’Is that why you approached me, sly little star?’’ Hongjoong catches Seonghwa’s hands, not giving him what he wants just yet. ‘’Wanted a dirty, cruel pirate to ruin you?’’

‘’Yes,’’ Seonghwa says, moaning when Hongjoong finally touches his cock on his trousers. ‘’You were all I wanted. You are all I need. Get me out of my clothes, let me touch you, please, please do something.’’

Hongjoong pulls him to himself to kiss him, enjoying each second of Seonghwa’s desperation. He pulls Seonghwa’s trousers down slowly, his nails scratching his hip bones. 

‘’Your shirt too,’’ Seonghwa lets out. ‘’I want to see your body, missed your warmth so badly.’’ 

Hongjoong gets out of his shirt which has been hanging on his shoulders messily. He throws it on the ground too, it lands next to Seonghwa’s white one. 

Seonghwa’s fingertips are on his skin in a short moment. He touches anywhere he can, almost clinging to Hongjoong’s body. 

‘’Is this a new scar?’’ Seonghwa whispers, his fingers having stopped somewhere under Hongjoong’s rib cage.

‘’Yes,’’ Hongjoong admits. 

‘’How did that happen?’’ 

‘’Some bastard did it with a dagger. Nothing lethal, though, star, you don’t need to worry.’’

‘’Did you make him pay for it?’’ Seonghwa asks. He has a frown on his face and his demeanour has turned into something close to anger and desire for revenge quickly. 

‘’Of course, I did. He didn’t even live long enough to see my blood come out.’’ 

Seonghwa smiles. It’s a little devilish. When he smiles like that, Hongjoong feels like he’s changed Seonghwa, placed his own evil and wrath in him, and he doesn’t feel proud of it. Seonghwa was so pure, so angelic when they met, now he can smile as blood-thirsty as Hongjoong, it shouldn’t have happened. Hongjoong shouldn’t have touched someone this sinless and uncorrupted. 

‘’My Captain,’’ Seonghwa kisses him. ‘’My strong, savage Captain,’’ He continues, now leaving kisses all over Hongjoong’s neck. ‘’I love how dangerous you are, I love how you can burn down the whole world if you want, but still choose to touch me as gently as possible, I love it.’’ 

When he speaks like that, how is Hongjoong supposed to hold himself back from wanting to ruin him more and more? Who’s spoiling whom, he can’t decide anymore. Seonghwa’s words keep playing tricks with his mind, he feels provoked when Seonghwa says things like that. Yes, love me more , he wants to beg, if it will help your heart expand for me, then I’ll go out there, conquer, kill, destroy, and lay everything I have right under your feet. I am yours. I will spill more blood. I will dig more guts. Love me more. 

‘’My Hongjoong,’’ He hears Seonghwa whisper again. ‘’You’ve been through so much trouble, it seems. Use me. Let me help you. I want to touch you. Please, let me, please.’’ 

‘’You can,’’ Hongjoong says, suddenly feeling so helpless and weak under Seonghwa’s eyes. He sometimes feels like he’s nothing more than a puppet that Seonghwa can play with however he wants. The most powerful man on the seas, they call him, but before Seonghwa, he’s only a man. A man in love. 

Seonghwa puts his hands on his shoulders and by pushing him a little, he makes Hongjoong lie down on his back. 

‘’I’ll make you feel so, so good,’’ He promises. ‘’You’ll be able to only think of me when I’m done.’’ It sounds like both a blessing and a curse. 

When Seonghwa’s fingers grab his trousers, Hongjoong finally realises what he intends to do and grabs a small pillow to put under his head. He needs to see Seonghwa. 

Seonghwa isn’t slow or gentle like Hongjoong is with him, he hungrily pulls the fabric down and when Hongjoong’s cock is finally set free, he lets out a moan. 

‘’Missed you,’’ Seonghwa says, ‘’Missed this.’’ 

When his fingers are wrapped around the base of Hongjoong’s cock, Hongjoong groans. 

With his never-ending desire, Seonghwa is quick to roll out his tongue and lick Hongjoong’s cock from base to the tip. His big, round eyes never leave Hongjoong’s eyes. It’s like he enjoys it more than Hongjoong does.

Hongjoong allows him to have his way with it. His hands are resting on his sides, not sure what to do yet because Seonghwa is so persistent. He doesn’t want to interrupt his fun. 

After licking it a couple of times, Seonghwa wraps his lips around the tip and sucks. His hips almost bucking, Hongjoong moans loudly and uses all his strength to not thrust his cock into the depth of Seonghwa’s mouth. Seonghwa does have a lot of practice, but Hongjoong wants to take it slow, make him ease into it.

Seonghwa, on the other hand, seems to be having different plans. His hand grabs Hongjoong’s hand and he brings it on his head. 

‘’Use me, Captain,’’ He says. ‘’I’m yours.’’ 

Hongjoong is going insane. 

He grabs Seonghwa’s hair, still trying his very best not to be harsh, he pushes his head a little down on his cock. Seonghwa moans. 

‘’More,’’ He says, despite mouth full of cock. How is Hongjoong going to survive a week with him? 

Without even waiting for Hongjoong to do something, Seonghwa moves his head and takes Hongjoong deeper and deeper, so eager, his mouth so warm and wet. He’s driving Hongjoong crazy. His nose finally hits Hongjoong’s groin. They both moan at the same time. 

Hongjoong uses the hand in his hair to pull him up. 

‘’Star,’’ He says, noticing only now how out of breath he is. ‘’Calm down. I’m not going anywhere. You’ll hurt yourself.’’

‘’I’m sorry,’’ He sounds a little heart-broken and Hongjoong hates that he caused it. ‘’Aren’t you enjoying it?’’

‘’I am, I am, sweetheart. I’m just worried that you’ll get hurt.’’ 

‘’Then help me,’’ Seonghwa says, looking at Hongjoong with his shiny eyes. ‘’Guide me, Captain?’’ 

‘’Anything you want.’’ Hongjoong says and Seonghwa opens his mouth again. 

His lips are once again wrapped around Hongjoong’s cock and this time Hongjoong presses his head down as slowly as he can. When he feels Seonghwa attempting to take more once more, he pulls his hair as a warning. 

“Star,” He says. 

Seonghwa takes him out of his mouth, the saliva connecting his lips and his cock distracts Hongjoong for a moment. He already looks ravished, his lips having become plumper. 

“Hongjoong,” Seonghwa says. “Why are you holding back?”

“I am not,” Hongjoong counters.

“You are. You don’t need to. I want it. I need it. Why are you holding back?”

“I just don’t want to hurt you accidentally.”

“Captain,” He says, stroking Hongjoong’s red and painfully hard cock. He makes it impossible for Hongjoong to think correctly. “I’ve spent so many days without you. I want to feel you in my throat, then I want to feel you in my belly. I want you to use me, I want you to wreck me. You’ve been so good to me, let me be good for you too.” 

“Seonghwa, do you even have any idea about how big of a fire you’re playing with?”

“I have. I know. Do whatever you want to me. This is me giving my full permission to you, Captain. I trust you.” 

Set me free. He wants me. He needs me. Let me tear him apart. Take my collar off. 

“Please, Hongjoong.”

Any string which holds the monster inside Hongjoong back breaks at that moment. He lets go. If this is what Seonghwa wants, he’ll let go. He’ll use him. This is his Seonghwa, his star. The only person in this world that he can trust, he can show his true self to. Seonghwa already loves a murderous pirate, so maybe he can love this disgusting monster that eats Hongjoong alive too. He won’t know unless he tries.

“Open your mouth,” He says. Seonghwa immediately obeys, his long tongue rolling out. “Pretty star,” Hongjoong praises. He holds his cock and guides it into Seonghwa’s mouth. 

Seonghwa’s eyes are as round as possible, sparkling with something naughty and hopeful. 

For a moment, Hongjoong just enjoys the view. His cock resting on Seonghwa’s tongue, his pretty face and shiny browns. Hongjoong wants to see him cry with pleasure. 

He grabs the hair falling in front of Seonghwa’s face firmly, then without a warning he presses Seonghwa down on his cock. He doesn’t even choke, only letting out one of the loudest moans Hongjoong has ever gotten out of him. Hongjoong holds him there for a couple of seconds, seeing if he protests. But his Seonghwa is determined, he doesn’t show any signs of discomfort. 

Hongjoong pulls him up. “Like it?”

“Love it.” 

Hongjoong smirks. He forces him down again, this time Seonghwa’s fingers start playing with his balls. He stays there, never stopping looking at Hongjoong, and enjoys having Hongjoong deep down in his throat. 

“So heartbreakingly beautiful,” Hongjoong praises him again. “Want to put on a show for me, star? Want to prove to me how much you like having my cock in your mouth?” 

Seonghwa nods enthusiastically. 

Hongjoong pulls him up once more, this time Seonghwa leaves more saliva on his cock. His eyes are already a little bit unfocused. His chest is moving fast with the need of breathing. He seems blissful though, ready to take or give anything Hongjoong needs him to. 

Hongjoong opens his own legs a bit more, creating more space for Seonghwa. He then grabs Seonghwa’s waist and pulls him towards himself.

“Go on,” Hongjoong orders. “Show me how badly you desire my cock.” 

Seonghwa wraps his fingers around the base of his cock, his tongue travelling on the rest of it until he reaches the tip. He leaves a kiss there, his upper lip that Hongjoong is crazy for is now covered with Hongjoong’s precum. He opens his mouth, then, taking half of Hongjoong’s cock into his mouth, his hand stroking the rest and moving slowly to his balls. Hongjoong can feel the wetness on his cock increasing, and watches in amazement how Seonghwa is drooling more and more on his cock. Hongjoong can’t comprehend how he can look so messy and so flawless at the same time. 

‘’You’re so big,’’ Seonghwa says, his face is redder than before and he sounds even more out of breath now. Hongjoong’s cock rests against his cheek currently, his hand still wrapped around it. ‘’I love how you can take my breath away already with just the half of it.’’ 

Hongjoong can only let out a groan as a reaction. Seonghwa has always been enthusiastic about everything they do in bed but today something is different. He wasn’t this talkative three months ago; he would be too shy to utter words like these. What changed him? Hongjoong is dying to know. Is it only yearning? Or is there something else? 

‘’What’s gotten into you?’’ He can’t help but ask. 

‘’Hm?’’ Seonghwa blinks at him. 

‘’You didn’t know how to speak like this before.’’

’’Don’t you like it?’’ 

‘’I love everything we do. It just feels different.’’ 

‘’Why can’t you just believe that I’ve missed you so much and want to feel you everywhere I can? Is it because you don’t feel the same way?’’ He looks at Hongjoong through his squinted eyes and slowly climbs on Hongjoong, now they’re face to face, but his hand is still stroking Hongjoong. ’’You haven’t missed me? Is that the reason, Captain?’’ He asks with a whisper on Hongjoong’s lips. 

‘’Come on, star, of course I’ve missed you deeply.’’ Hongjoong tries to defend himself.

‘’Then why aren’t you acting like it? I’m all over you, begging you to use me. Why don’t you pin me down and show me how much you need me too? Isn’t our love mutual?’’ 

‘’It is mutual. How dare you even ask me a question like that, Seonghwa? Don’t you believe it?’’

‘’Where is the proof?’’ 

‘’Why would you need a proof of my love?’’

Seonghwa squeezes his cock a little suddenly, Hongjoong moans as his hips thrust into Seonghwa’s hand uncontrollably. 

Seonghwa gets closer to his face, his lips right under Hongjoong’s ear. ‘’It’s almost like you’ve forgotten about me in only three months. I don’t like it. Am I that easy to dismiss from your thoughts?’’ 

‘’I have no—fuck, Seonghwa, I’m trying to speak,’’ Hongjoong grabs Seonghwa’s wrist that is constantly moving up and down on his cock. ‘’You aren’t giving me a chance to form a single coherent thought.’’ 

‘’I want to be the only thing on your mind.’’ He speaks like the devil himself, his voice low and sultry, his hot breath on Hongjoong’s flesh non-stop. Hongjoong can feel all of his hair stand up. 

‘’You are, star, and you know it. I don’t know why you are treating me like this, but I know you are fully aware that you are the only person on the surface of this earth that I wouldn’t hurt after speaking to me like this.’’ 

Hongjoong uses his other hand to capture Seonghwa’s other arm too, and brings his wrists together, holding them behind Seonghwa’s back firmly. He moves his own body, trying his best to ignore the friction his movements create on his cock, and with one hand squeezing Seonghwa’s wrists together and another on his stomach, he flips Seonghwa’s body and makes him lie on his belly. 

‘’I think,’’ This time Hongjoong is whispering to his ear, ‘’You’ve been taking advantage of my fondness of you more than enough, don’t you agree?’’ 

‘’You’re so strong,’’ Seonghwa pants onto the mattress. ‘’I love it.’’

Hongjoong grabs a handful of his hair and pulls his head back which makes Seonghwa display more of his neck. Hongjoong bites into his skin, dragging his flesh between his teeth. 

‘’Pay attention,’’ He warns. ‘’Are you a dumb cock-whore, Seonghwa? Or are you my pretty and smart star?’’ 

‘’What is wrong with wanting to be both?’’ 

‘’If I wanted a slut, Seonghwa, then I could have picked anyone in that tavern, do you remember? Do you remember the way so many greedy whores threw themselves at me but I still chose to kiss you back then?’’

‘’I remember,’’ Seonghwa lets out. ‘’Bite me again, leave your marks on me.’’

‘’Focus,’’ Hongjoong pulls his hair again, but Seonghwa only moans. A hopeless case . ‘’Are you one of those whores, Seonghwa? Should I have left you there too, hm, just like I left them alone with the wetness between their legs?’’ 

‘’No,’’ Seonghwa begs, his voice teary. That’s better. ‘’No, please, Captain, no.’’

‘’Then pull yourself together and act like my star,’’ Hongjoong licks over the bite mark he’s just left. ‘’And never, ever question my love for you again. Do you understand?’’

‘’I do. I understand. Please.’’ 

‘’Which will you be from now on?’’

‘’I am your star, I am your Polaris, your Seonghwa. Please, Hongjoong, please.’’ 

“Good star,” Hongjoong kisses his nape.

His fingertips slowly trace Seonghwa’s naked back. He follows his spine, feeling how hot Seonghwa’s flesh is underneath his hands. Seonghwa restlessly squirms until Hongjoong arrives at the waist of his trousers.

“Yes,” He says. “Yes, touch me there. Take me, Captain, please.”

“Quiet,” Hongjoong pulls the fabric down, revealing more and more of Seonghwa’s naked ass. “You only get what I give you, star.’’ 

“Whatever you say,” Seonghwa says feverishly, his hands still resting on his back. “I’ll do anything.”

“Present yourself for me,” Hongjoong says and watches Seonghwa quickly putting his weight on his elbows and pushing his ass up, trying not to drool at the sight like a starving dog which has just found a piece of bone. “Is this how you present yourself?” Hongjoong tsks. “Where do you want me the most, star?” 

Seonghwa shifts again, his cheek pressing on the mattress this time, and his long fingers grab his asscheeks and pull them apart. 

“My smart little star,” Hongjoong praises, leaving a light as a feather touch on Seonghwa’s hole with a single finger. He moans loudly in return. “You can be so well-behaved when you want to, can’t you?”

“Yes, Hongjoong, I’ll be anything you want me to be.” 

Hongjoong chuckles. “So desperate,” Hongjoong reaches out and places his fingers on Seonghwa’s bottom lip. “Wet them for me.”

Seonghwa is quick to wrap his lips around three fingers of Hongjoong. He takes them deep, Hongjoong can feel his fingers digging into the back of his throat. Seonghwa starts bobbing his head on Hongjoong’s fingers.

“Always have to overdo it, don’t you, my pretty star?” 

Seonghwa replies by looking at him with big, wet eyes, his tongue almost touching Hongjoong’s palm. After a couple of seconds, Hongjoong retrieves his fingers, a web of spit connecting his fingers and Seonghwa’s pretty lips. Hongjoong wants to wrap his arms around his naked torso and keep him there, kissing him for hours and days. Later . For now, Seonghwa needs other things, which he’ll gladly deliver. 

He touches Seonghwa’s hole again, with his now wet fingers, circling them on his perineum, not giving him what he wants just yet. Seonghwa only reacts with whimpers; not trying to move his hips to ask for more, surprising Hongjoong. Has he learned his lesson this quickly? 

With his legs spread open, ass up, his fingers still displaying himself to Hongjoong, his cheek pressed on the bed and his lips thus pouting, a small pool of drool forming under his face, fully naked and completely Hongjoong’s, Seonghwa looks —what was it that Seonghwa said?— delicious. He looks delicious enough to devour, and that, Hongjoong will do. 

He doesn’t give him any kind of warning before placing his mouth right on his rim. Seonghwa’s whole body vibrates under him as he lets out a loud moan. 

‘’Hongjoong,’’ He cries out. 

Hongjoong loves it when he utters his name this helplessly. 

He doesn’t bother to give an answer to him, Seonghwa likes voicing every single thought that crosses his mind whenever he is touched, and Hongjoong loves hearing any and every kind of noise he makes. 

Hongjoong wraps his arms around Seonghwa’s legs, pulling him to himself and pressing his ass to his face more. His tongue quickly joins the game, and he licks long stripes, going from his hole to perineum. When he deliberately touches his balls with the tip of his tongue, Seonghwa swears. 

‘’Fuck —Hongjoong, ah, I’m leaking already,’’ He sounds so out of breath. I can’t wait to turn you into a wreck that can’t even form a sentence. “Do you like how I taste, Captain?” He continues, “I cleaned myself for you earlier, when, ah , your gifts arrived.”

He’s killing Hongjoong in the sweetest way possible. He smells like vanilla everywhere, but contrary to Hongjoong, Seonghwa always smells clean and something pleasant. He is always so soft wherever Hongjoong touches him, and he bruises so easily and so prettily, Hongjoong adores every single inch of Seonghwa’s body with his whole being. 

He presses his tongue on Seonghwa’s hole, not pushing it inside yet. Seonghwa whimpers again, somehow keeping standing still and taking whatever Hongjoong chooses to give him. Hongjoong moans upon feeling how warm and velvety Seonghwa is when he starts shoving his tongue inside. He can feel Seonghwa’s legs vibrating, his cries becoming non-stop. He moves his tongue in and out while one of his hands finds Seonghwa’s cock and he wraps his fingers around its base. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Seonghwa almost screams. “So good, Hongjoong, ah, Captain, so, so good,” He keeps rambling. Hongjoong loves pleasuring him like this. “Am I hot inside? Do you like it? I’ll make you so good when you put your cock in me. I’m so good for you, shit , aren’t I, Captain? I’m your Seonghwa, your only one, aren’t I?”

Hongjoong leaves a spank on his ass when he removes his lips from his hole to take a breath.

“You are,” He confirms, his hand stroking Seonhhwa’s cock and watching the way his legs tremble. “My precious star.” 

“Yes, yes, I am. Yours and nobody else’s. Mark me, Captain, please. Let me show everyone how much I love being yours. Please, ah, fuck, please—” He groans loudly when Hongjoong squeezes his cock a bit tightly. 

“How do you want me to mark you?” Hongjoong asks, curious about what Seonghwa will come up with.

“Bite me, pull my hair, bruise my insides, hit my ass more, please, Hongjoong —ah, ah, love everything you give me.”

Hongjoong pulls him towards himself by using the arms he’s wrapped around Seonghwa’s legs again. He leaves a couple of kisses all over his ass, his hand never stopping stroking Seonghwa’s cock. Then he sinks his teeth into Seonghwa’s flesh. He can almost hear the beast inside him purr in contentment. 

“Ah, fuck!” Seonghwa nearly screams. “If you do it again, I’ll come, Captain, Captain, please.”

“Don’t,” Hongjoong says lowly, his lips still in touch with Seonghwa’s skin. “Don’t come, star.”

“Please, please I need it so badly,” Seonghwa begs. “Am I not a good star? Don’t I deserve relief? Please, Captain, please. I’ll do anything. I’ll be so good. I’ll take you in my mouth again, swallow your release if you want, please, I need it so, so, so bad!” 

Hongjoong retrieves his hand from his cock, and slaps one of Seonghwa’s cheeks again. ‘’You will not come, Seonghwa, understood?’’ 

‘’I promise, I’ll do my best, I’ll follow my Captain’s orders,’’ Seonghwa sounds so plaintive now. 

Hongjoong attaches his mouth to his hole again, his tongue circling on the muscle. When he eases the tip of his tongue in again, the only sounds left in the room are the watery, slurpy noises he creates and Seonghwa’s cries and whimpers. He loves it when every wall of this house echoes Seonghwa’s stories, giggles and laughter, however, this is something he can’t get enough of. Seonghwa naturally has such a pretty and deep voice; he can sound so soft and pliable when he chooses, and if necessary he can sound so cruel and cold, but this helpless, breathless tone is one of Hongjoong’s favourites. It does something to him when all of his senses are assaulted and occupied by Seonghwa, he finds himself stuck on a bridge tying utmost peace and absolute madness; and he, as desperate as Seonghwa, finds himself running from one end to another on that bridge. Seonghwa plays with his mind. On board, he’s an devilishly intelligent sailor, with Seonghwa’s presence, he’s a madman in love. 

He finally pushes one finger inside him, Seonghwa’s hot walls engulfing it quickly. 

‘’You can put another one in,’’ Seonghwa informs him. ‘’I played with myself earlier. When they brought me your presents, I was too excited. I knew you’d be coming to me —ah, fuck, yes, and, and I quickly prepared the bathtub, wanted to be ready and pretty for my Captain. For my Hongjoong.’’ 

‘’Did you make yourself come?’’ Hongjoong asks while sliding in another finger, watching how easily it goes in in awe. 

‘’I came — ah, yes, deeper…’’ Seonghwa’s legs start vibrating again. ‘’I came embarrassingly fast. I got too aroused. Just the mere thought of you is enough to make me come all over my stomach, Hongjoong.’’ 

‘’Fuck,’’ Hongjoong breathes out. ‘’You’re not for the weak, star.’’ 

Seonghwa looks at him over his shoulder. There are tears waiting to fall in his eyes, making them shine so lovely under the light of the candles. His hair is sticking to his forehead with sweat. 

‘’That’s why I chose you,’’ He says. ‘’You and I are of the same kind, I know you realise that too. That’s why I’m asking for you to be harsher with me, I can take it,’’ He moans loudly when Hongjoong pushes his fingers deeper. ‘’Because you can take what I give you too. Our souls are the same, even though you wish so badly to ignore the truth.’’ 

‘’You don’t even know,’’ Hongjoong speaks while pushing the third finger in. ‘’You have no idea what kind of things you make me think about.’’ 

‘’Do you really think, ah, fuck, ah ,’’ Seonghwa stops to take a breath. ‘’Do you really think I don’t know? It’s written all over your face, I can see it clearly in your eyes. You want to devour me, wreck me until there’s nothing left of me, don’t you?’’ 

Hongjoong feels ashamed for some reason, being exposed all of a sudden is shameful. The beast, on the other side, is delightful. He understands me. He knows me. 

‘’Guess what, Kim Hongjoong,’’ Seonghwa continues and Hongjoong wants to choke him on his cock again so that he won’t speak. ‘’I want to devour you too. Can’t you see how obsessed I am with you? I want to be the only person you ever love and fuck like this, and you have no idea about the lengths I am willing to go to make sure I stay so.’’ 

Hongjoong can take it no more. He feels like he’s going to explode, like he’s going to drown even if he isn’t on the ship, sailing through the hostile waves anymore. He turns Seonghwa’s body easily again, pressing his back on the mattress and placing himself in his usual spot between Seonghwa’s legs. He finds Seonghwa’s lips again, and he kisses him with all his might. 

Seonghwa places his hands on Hongjoong’s cheeks again, and he’s almost crushing Hongjoong’s skull. He isn’t gentle and Hongjoong loves it. He returns the same rigorousness this time; his hands shamelessly squeezing Seonghwa’s naked thighs to make sure he leaves his hand prints behind. As Seonghwa licks into his mouth, he catches it and sucks his tongue between his lips. He swallows each moan Seonghwa lets out, and he brings his free hand up so that he can play with Seonghwa’s nipples. 

‘’Fuck, Hongjoong,’’ Seonghwa hisses due to the new touch. ‘’I’ll come if you keep going like this. Please, I don’t want to disobey you, I’m good, I’m good, please.’’ 

‘’I know you can hold it. And you’ve just said you came earlier. Stop being so greedy.’’ 

‘’Don’t you touch yourself when I’m not around?’’ Seonghwa pouts, Hongjoong kisses him. ‘’We’re even.’’

‘’You are going to hold yourself, Seonghwa, and that’s it.’’ 

‘’You’re so rude to me,’’ Seonghwa whispers on Hongjoong’s lips. ‘’Good thing I love it.’’ He giggles. 

Hongjoong kisses right under his ear this time, then sinking his teeth into his flesh. He leaves perhaps too many bites on Seonghwa’s neck, but he accepts all of them willingly, with his head thrown back to provide more space for Hongjoong. Once satisfied with his work, Hongjoong moves down, leaving kisses, bites and licks on his collarbones. Then he reaches on his nipples, taking one into his mouth and torturing the other between his fingertips. 

‘’Fuck, fuck, fuck,’’ Seonghwa cries out. ‘’You like my body, Captain? Do you like my chest? Better than those whores you used to fuck, no? I am better than anyone else you’ve ever been with, aren’t I?’’ 

‘’You’re my star,’’ Hongjoong says and licks a long stripe on his nipple. ‘’You’re the best.’’ 

‘’I am, ah, I am,’’ He pulls the hair on Hongjoong’s nape. 

‘’And I love every single part of your body. You’re the prettiest thing.’’ 

‘’I was made just for you, don’t you think Captain? I was created to harmonise with your body and soul.’’

‘’Yes, only for me. And I was made only for you.’’ 

Seonghwa throws his head back with a loud moan when Hongjoong touches his nipple with just a little bit of teeth.

‘’Captain, Hongjoong,’’ He feverishly says. ‘’Can I take you in my mouth again? Please? Before you put it inside, let me get it wet, hm, please?’’ 

‘’Do you love my cock that badly, star?’’

Seonghwa’s eyes shine. ‘’Yes,’’ He nods. ‘’I do. I love it. It makes me feel grounded when I have it in my mouth. Proof that you’re here.’’ 

‘’Go on,’’ Hongjoong sits back. ‘’Have your fun one last time because once I’m in you, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.’’ 

Seonghwa quickly moves and is on his elbows again, his ass up. He wraps both of his hands around Hongjoong’s cock as fast, and strokes him for a couple of seconds. 

‘’Did I upset you earlier?’’ Hongjoong hears Seonghwa ask. ‘’When I took you deep in my throat suddenly.’’ 

‘’You would never upset me, star,’’ Hongjoong caresses his cheek with a thumb. ‘’I was only worried.’’

‘’Can I do it again, Captain, please? Please Hongjoong, I promise I love it. I promise I’ll be so good for you.’’

‘’You can,’’ Hongjoong gives his permission. 

He watches the way Seonghwa’s head bobs up and down as he licks Hongjoong from the base to the tip. With this position, Hongjoong can’t fully watch his face, but that’s okay, because Seonghwa is even louder this time and the sensation of his cock is amazing. 

‘’You smell so good down here,’’ Seonghwa comments. ‘’Smells just like you, so strong and so delicious.’’ 

He keeps moaning as he sucks Hongjoong’s tip like it’s the thing he loves doing the most. Hongjoong doesn’t interrupt him, is now solely a viewer, and groans or moans from time to time. The moment Seonghwa fully takes his cock down to his throat, he swears.

‘’Fuck, star,’’ He says, his voice raspy. ‘’So, so fucking good.’’ 

Seonghwa thrives on the compliment and moves his head even deeper and Hongjoong can feel how his tip touches his throat and further. He stays there for a little while before detaching his mouth from Hongjoong’s cock. He looks at Hongjoong with his big and shiny eyes and sweat that sparkles under the candle light while hitting his own cheek with Hongjoong’s cock, a hand wrapped around its base. 

‘’You’re so beautiful,’’ Hongjoong can’t stop himself from saying. 

‘’Even while I’m sucking your cock like a desperate slut?’’ 

‘’Especially then,’’ Hongjoong says and Seonghwa grins at him playfully. 

Seonghwa sinks on Hongjoong’s cock once more, his mouth covering half of it and the other half covered by his hand. Compared to earlier, he’s slower this time, doesn’t rush and seems to be completely enjoying what he’s doing. Hongjoong can hear the little ‘’mmhm’’s Seonghwa lets out as his head goes up and down on cock. 

‘’Star,’’ Hongjoong says after a little while. ‘’I’m getting close, too.’’ 

Seonghwa licks his tip with his eyes fixed on Hongjoong’s. Such a little tease.  

‘’I want you to take me while you’re on top of me, if it is okay?’’ He asks, batting his eyelashes for the theatrics. ‘’I want to see you.’’ 

‘’Of course,’’ Hongjoong accepts easily as he pushes him back and climbs on top of him. ‘’Anything my star wants.’’ 

Seonghwa lifts his chin up, asking for a kiss. His hand slyly moves down and Hongjoong feels him guiding his cock towards his hole. 

‘’So impatient,’’ Hongjoong says between kisses. 

‘’I’ve been waiting months for this, please,’’ Seonghwa begs for Hongjoong so effortlessly. 

Hongjoong’s hand finds his and he helps Seonghwa line his cock on his hole. 

‘’Ready?’’ Hongjoong asks. 

‘’Yes, yes, please,’’ Seonghwa urgently replies. 

When Hongjoong finally pushes the tip in, they both moan in unison. Seonghwa is so wet, warm and welcoming inside, his velvety walls hungrily hugging Hongjoong’s cock. He is stretched enough and so tight at the same time. Or maybe all these days they have had to spend being separated make Hongjoong feel that way. All he knows is that he has missed this so much, and there is nothing in this world better than being right here with Seonghwa. 

All the soreness and weariness he’s been feeling for days, all the aches in his bones and each scar that burns with pain all of a sudden disappear. It’s as if he’s reborn again, with a much healthier body, just to make Seonghwa feel good and reward him for succeeding in spending this many days without Hongjoong. As if his body accommodates itself to meet Seonghwa’s wishes and desires. 

‘’You can go all the way in,’’ Seonghwa says, hugging his shoulders tightly. ‘’I feel so, so good.’’ 

Hongjoong kisses his temple. ‘’Pretty star, you take me so well.’’

‘’Yes,’’ Seonghwa moans. ‘’Because I’m yours. Your Seonghwa. Come on, Captain, fuck me harder.’’ 

Hongjoong complies, his hips moving faster and faster each second. 

‘’Fuck,’’ Seonghwa cries. ‘’I can’t explain how fucking —ah, shit, how fucking astonishing you look right now, on top of me.’’ 

Hongjoong isn’t able to stop the smile that takes over his lips. 

‘’Tell me I’m the only one who you touch like this.’’ Seonghwa demands, his head thrown back and his nails digging into Hongjoong’s back. 

‘’No one else in this world,’’ Hongjoong only now realises how out of breath he is and how much he struggles while trying to build a sentence. ‘’I long for no one else, only my star, my pretty star who was created for me.’’

‘’Mmhm,’’ Seonghwa’s back leaves the bed for a moment, arching so beautifully that Hongjoong leans and wraps his lips around one of his nipples. 

‘’I don’t want anyone else either,’’ He still manages to talk somehow, no matter how hard Hongjoong is fucking him. His whole body shakes with each of Hongjoong’s thrusts. ‘’I just need you. My Hongjoong. My first and last love. Do yo enjoy knowing that you’re the first man to fuck me?’’ 

‘’You know that I do,’’ Hongjoong whispers into his ear before taking the soft flesh of his lobe between his teeth. ‘’My Seonghwa who seduced a pirate and took his cock like the competent star he is during his first time.’’ 

Seonghwa giggles. ‘’I was too aroused for a flower that had never been touched, right?’’ 

‘’Mmm,’’ Hongjoong agrees while sucking a mark on his shoulder. 

‘’Because I craved you crazily. I wanted you to become addicted to me on our first time and always run back to me.’’ 

‘’And you fucking accomplished that, didn’t you, star?’’ Hongjoong kisses him. ‘’Now you have me completely wrapped around your finger, knowing that even death can’t keep me from finding my way back to you.’’

‘’Yes, yes, I do,’’ When Hongjoong pulls out a little just to thrust into him again, Seonghwa groans. ‘’Fuck, yes, yes, harder, Hongjoong, harder.’’ 

Hongjoong grabs both of his calves, then, and pushes his legs to his chest, almost folding Seonghwa in half. He does the same thing again; pulls out and suddenly shoves his cock back in, making Seonghwa let out a scream which turns into a cry. Within seconds, there are actual tears falling down Seonghwa’s cheeks. Hongjoong presses his lips on his cheeks, kissing the wet trail his tears have left. One of his hands, at the same time, travels up and his two fingers invade Seonghwa’s mouth. He wraps his lips around them and sucks eagerly. 

“Do you like how well I can take you?” Seonghwa asks with fingers in his mouth, his drool all over his chin. “Do you love how hot I am inside for you, Captain?”

“Yes,” Hongjoong breathes out. “You are taking me so well, star, so fucking good.”

“Then take me with you to your ship. I don’t want to do pirate work, no, but keep me in your cabin as if I’m your sacred bride. When everything is too stressful, use me to relieve yourself.”

“Seonghwa,” Hongjoong groans. “We’ve talked about this at least a thousand times. I’m not taking you on board with me.”

“But, ah, I get so lonely when you leave me here. I want to explore the world with you.”

“You will stay here, where you are safer, and that’s it. Understood?”

“If this is because you think I’ll dislike you when I see you as a Captain, then you’re wrong. I know what you do, Hongjoong, and I love you for it.” He grabs Hongjoong’s cheeks again. “I want to keep company to my dangerous, merciless Captain.”

“Seonghwa,” Hongjoong groans, it’s getting impossibly harder to keep arguing with him while his hole is greedily taking Hongjoong in. “You’ll stay here and wait for me. I’m not taking you on a ship full of dirty pirates and putting you in the middle of danger.” 

“But, ah, you would protect me, wouldn’t you, Captain? If someone were to approach me, you would slash their throats for me, no?”

Despite the tears running down his face, his abused lips covered with saliva and precum, his messy hair all over his forehead with sweat, his body constantly shaking due to Hongjoong’s thrusts, there’s that devilish spark in his eyes again. He’s grinning while talking about Hongjoong killing people for his sake, at the same time still taking Hongjoong’s cock so deep without any single complaint. Hongjoong sometimes can’t help but wonder if Seonghwa is actually as sweet and angelic as Hongjoong thinks he is. At the moment, he reminds Hongjoong of those sirens that his old captains would warn him about. Careful, Hongjoong, they’ll make you forget your truth and lose your route. Seonghwa is, however, Hongjoong’s truth and right route. Everything he does is for Seonghwa and Seonghwa only. Maybe I’m at a point where I can’t be saved. 

“I would, and you know it.” He replies.

There’s no need denying a fact. He has attacked, raided and stolen for Seonghwa. He has killed whoever tried to stop him from acquiring the things he wanted to bring to Seonghwa. He has gotten hurt and wounded for Seonghwa. And yes, he would slash the throats of anyone who even looked at Seonghwa in the wrong way. And maybe he is making it too obvious. Maybe Seonghwa is taking advantage of it. He doesn’t mind. Anything for his star. 

“Then take me with you. I’ll always be on my best behaviour, I swear. I will stay in your room and wait for you with my legs open and my hole already stretched,” Seonghwa’s nails are digging into his back, he’s trying to press more of Hongjoong’s body to his. “I’ll be so quiet if you want, but if you wish, I’ll make sure your crew hears how hard you fuck me.” 

“Fuck, Seonghwa, you’re driving me crazy,” Hongjoong’s head falls on his neck. “No matter how marvellous you make it sound, I’m not taking you on board.” 

Seonghwa’s giggles fill his ears. “I hope you know I won’t drop this easily.”

“I know,” Hongjoong kisses his temple. “My stubborn star.”

Hongjoong grabs his legs again, making hip wrap them around his waist and by using it as an opportunity, Seonghwa pulls his body closer, making Hongjoong’s cock move deeper. They both moan at the feeling. Hongjoong’s hand grip his waist securely, feeling how small and delicate it is, and he moves Seonghwa on his cock.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Seonghwa screams, more tears falling down and staining his face prettily. “You make me feel so good, Hongjoong.”

Hongjoong is not sure anymore if he can form a train of thought that isn’t interrupted by Seonghwa’s invasion, all he can see, hear, feel is Seonghwa. The thought of speaking is gradually becoming impossible, the pleasure he feels on his cock and entire body is clouding his mind. 

“I’m getting so close to the euphoria,” Seonghwa informs him. “You fuck me so good, your cock touches right the spot that drives me crazy with pleasure.”

“I’m close too,” Hongjoong can only let out this many words. 

“Come inside me, Captain?” Seonghwa asks —begs. His arms are wrapped around Hongjoong’s shoulders, his heels digging into Hongjoong’s back. “Let me feel your warm release running down my ass to my thighs, I’ve missed you so much.” 

“Fuck,” Hongjoong swears. “You can come first.”

“Thank you,” Seonghwa almost wails when Hongjoong hits his insides with a harsh thrust. “I’ve been so patient, I’m trying to be so good for you.”

“You are,” Hongjoong kisses him. “You’re so good for me, pretty star, you can let go, come on, let me watch you beautiful you are when you come for me.”

And he is. He is so incredibly beautiful when he lets go. His back arches, his head thrown back, more tears spill down, his eyebrows knitted, his lips are parted and that pretty plump one is killing Hongjoong sweetly. His beauty is unmatched. His chest is moving fast and his stomach is visibly tightening before he finally comes all over his stomach. His eyes are closed for a short while until he feels Hongjoong’s fingers connecting the white release from his skin.

When Hongjoong brings his fingers now covered with Seonghwa’s fluid to his lips, Seonghwa moans. Hongjoong licks his own fingers, moaning at Seonghwa’s sweet taste on his tongue.

“Fuck, that’s— that’s— Fuck, Hongjoong. Do you like it?” 

“You are so sweet everywhere.”

Seonghwa throws his head back and breathes out another moan. Hongjoong keeps pushing his hips towards him, chasing his own release and fucking Seonghwa through the aftermath of his own relief, and he wails in sensivity. 

“Come in me,” He says, flushed. “Come on Captain, make me feel you. Want it so much, please, please.”

Hongjoong bites into the soft skin of Seonghwa’s neck as he relaxes all of his muscles and body and releases himself into him. Seonghwa moans along with him.

“Yes, yes, yes. Love it,” He rambles. “I love feeling it in me. So warm, so good.”

Hongjoong leaves a kiss on the bite mark he has created and then raises his head to kiss Seonghwa on the lips.

“Don’t pull out,” Seonghwa says on his lips. “Let me feel you longer.”

“Whatever you wish,” Hongjoong says and he slowly collapses on Seonghwa’s body with his full weight, Seonghwa hugs him tighter and kisses his forehead.

“First, we will both take a bath,” Seonghwa combs Hongjoong’s messy hair with his fingers. “I’ll wash you and you’ll clean me. Then, you’ll eat everything I prepared for you. Maybe I’ll sit on your lap and feed you.” Hongjoong laughs, his breath on Seonghwa’s neck. “And after that, I’ll get on my knees and you’ll fuck my mouth again and I’ll swallow what you spill.”

“You’re saying this just because I tasted you and you couldn’t taste me.”

“Perhaps.”

Hongjoong smiles at that. “And then?”

“Then we’ll lay down together, you’ll hold me in your arms and listen to my stories —because I have a lot, and I’ll talk non-stop until you fall asleep.”

“Sounds like a good plan, star.”

“I know,” Hongjoong can hear his smile in his voice. “I thought of everything. I’m such a brilliant star, aren’t I?”

“Always fishing for compliments,” Hongjoong lifts his head and kisses him. “You are. There isn’t a star brighter than you.”

“Mmm,” Seonghwa mewls. “I’ll believe you because I know you're more familiar with the night sky than I am.”

As Hongjoong kisses him again, Seonghwa speaks between the kisses. “I’m so glad you’re here, Hongjoong. I’m so glad you came back to me.”

“Always, my darling, my star, my Seonghwa. No wave is big enough to prevent me from coming back to you.”

Seonghwa takes a deep breath, looking like a kitten nesting into a comfortable place, and his arms travel on Hongjoong’s skin. 

“I feel so at peace,” He says.

“With my cock still buried in you?”

“Mmhm, maybe mostly because of that.”

They both laugh. Hongjoong kisses him again, the left side of his chest being crushed by the weight of his affection and fondness. 

“I’m going to pull out, star. We both need cleaning.”

“Okay,” Seonghwa says but there’s a pout on his lips. 

When Hongjoong moves his hips, they moan at the same time. Hongjoong watches the way his white release spills down from Seonghwa’s hole. 

“Shit, star,” He whispers. “I fucking love to watch it.”

“I wish I could always keep it in, especially when you leave.” 

“Don’t say things like that if you want us to be able to leave this bed.”

“That sounds promising,” Seonghwa replies with a giggle.

“We have so many days ahead of us,” Hongjoong says. “Come on, we need to clean. I am looking forward to tasting everything my star made for me.”

Seonghwa stretches his arms towards him. “Carry me.” He says. “My Captain fucked me so good, can’t walk.”

“You have such a dirty mouth sometimes.” Hongjoong says while wrapping his arms around Seonghwa’s waist and legs to lift him up.

“And you adore me for it.” 

Hongjoong smiles. Maybe he is too obvious. 

“You’re right,” He confirms. “I adore you for so many things.”

“Can you tell me about those things while you wash me?” Seonghwa ties his arms around Hongjoong’s neck. “I want to hear how much you love me.”

“Anything for you, star, anything,” Hongjoong kisses his temple. 

When the night arrives and swallows all the light, under the candle lights that is ready to brighten all the love and shine on the lovers, Captain Kim Hongjoong finally has his star and is drunk in his starlight.