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Seonghwa was the textbook definition of a hypochondriac.
someone who experiences extreme, persistent anxiety that they have a serious, undiagnosed medical condition, despite diagnostic exams and medical professionals confirming they are healthy.
He had been to numerous doctors, gathered tens of referrals to specialists in his area. No one was willing to help him. Something was wrong. Something was always wrong.
Of course, Seonghwa was not a doctor. He was a kindergarten teacher- he saw the amount of illnesses and injuries that occurred around the school. They happen all the time, who is he to just assume that he is perfectly healthy like everyone else in the world. That’s how people die mysterious deaths every day. Seonghwa was determined not to be another statistic.
When a paper cut gets too close to an infected five year old, a google search will tell him that if left untreated the infection will spread through his blood stream and cause sepsis. Thus, his monthly visit to his primary care doctor who will examine the site, lie to Seonghwa that he is fine, and Seonghwa has to beg for treatment.
A stitch or at least another round of antibiotics, which his doctor will always tell him “If you take too much they won't work anymore,” What doctor wouldn’t just find another way to treat him. He was sick!
He had tried almost every doctor in town and the next couple towns over. Not a single one would adhere to his concerns and examine him properly to give him the correct diagnosis.
Terminal illnesses left festering because doctors refused to administer more tests that will show Seonghwa was right. Anxiety built in his stomach as he gave every doctor, surgeon, and specialist a run down of his symptoms. No matter how small or big (at least to Seonghwa), they were dismissive.
That was until he found general surgeon Dr. Kim Hongjoong.
He was like the light at the end of the tunnel. An angel sent by god who listened to his every worry. Gave him medications he needed to assist with his illnesses. Poked and prodded to feel mysterious lumps he had found while doing any and all activities. Even did full examinations every time Seonghwa came in, he no longer felt a sense of impending doom that his worries would not be listened too. Dr. Kim always had an open ear and an open heart. Empathetic to his core.
The medical staff knew him by name, they were nice enough; but Dr. Kim was everything Seonghwa had ever dreamed of- not to mention attractive.
He was so understanding when Seonghwa would whimper during his monthly prostate exams to ensure there was no signs of cancer. When he would get flustered if Dr. Kim had to examine his penis just in case he had somehow contracted second hand gonorrhea (after an embarrassing conversation about how he hadn’t gotten laid in months). When he would rub on Seonghwa’s nipples to make sure they were still sensitive because if they weren’t then he could have nerve entrapment. Rubbing his fingers over Seonghwa’s gums and pulling his tongue out his mouth to check off glossitis; forgiving Seonghwa for his teary eyes and obscene noises while he carefully put two fingers down his throat to make sure his tonsils weren’t swollen. Seeing if Seonghwa didn’t randomly develop a gag reflex because that could mean he had Gastroesophageal reflux disease.
Seonghwa was well versed in the diseases and illnesses he had contracted over the years. He was so happy finding a doctor who finally listened to him that when Dr. Kim had given him his personal number for any worries or concerns he had past office hours, Seonghwa had almost shed a tear from happiness.
Dr. Kim soon started to let Seonghwa call him by his first name when they were alone in the room. Only in the room, as to not let the other patients think he was being unprofessional and giving Seonghwa special treatment.
Obviously there wasn’t special treatment before, this is how he helped everyone, jerking them off every few months to make sure their semen was the right color, maybe licking his fingers to ensure it wasn't too sour (if it was that could mean he had an infection). Letting Seonghwa suck it off too so Seonghwa knew what it was supposed to taste like in case he wanted to do his own exam at home.
Why would Seonghwa not believe that every patient was treated the same.
He was on cloud nine.
Until he had Appendicitis.
^0^
Hongjoong had been up, sorting through cases and finishing notes for the patients he worked on during his twenty four hour call time he just finished. Between the hospital and the clinic he had heaps of tedious work he wished he could have the nurses and surgical techs write up for him. Unfortunately, a trait he picked up during residency was becoming a perfectionist. He couldn’t afford to mess up.
Having someone's life in your hands gave him a thrill like no other, helping a patient and being seen as a savior to them and their family. Someone who could take just as easily as he can give Truthfully a feeling he would not be able to receive in any other profession. He was playing god and he loved every second of it. Which is why he made sure everything was done properly. God himself might be sloppy but Hongjoong wasn’t.
Although, occasionally, his mind travels to one special patient. Park Seonghwa. A beautiful man with a body that had sin written all over it. A man who had nothing wrong with him and yet Hongjoong could not let him feel unheard. It would be unethical to ignore such concerns.
Especially when his hole fluttered around Hongjoong's fingers, pulsating from the dry intrusion; or when Seonghwa would release a high pitched noise after Hongjoong would go just a tad deeper, searching for a bundle of nerves just to make sure that his prostate was healthy.
Tight holes for him to stick his fingers in. Teasing the idea of what it would feel around his thick phallius. Just the thought of getting Seonghwa in the compromising situation had his cock filling out, creating a wet spot on his sweat pants where his dick lay firm; constrained by the grey fabric.
He had things to do, an early morning ahead of him. Yet, he could not stop his train of thought from creating visions of Seonghwa spread bare on his operating table. Bright lights illuminating all of his sharp features. His body pliant from the anesthesia, relaxed enough for Hongjoong to simply insert his veiny cock into that perfect tight hole. Warm and filled with saline to allow for an easy slide.
The precum leaked over his fingers as he gripped the head of his cock hard, bringing it down his shaft at a fast pace. Biting down on the fabric of his shirt that stayed in between his teeth. Seonghwa’s profile pulled up on his computer screen…
Who needed porn when you had a patient who resembled a modern muse. A perfect doll who followed every order with trust and ernest. Simply living to please, it was everything Hongjoong could have asked for.
He was close, his pace turning faulty as his grip tightened around the veiny length, making sure to rub his thumb over his tip as he became steadily more sensitive until hot white ropes covered his hand and landed on his lap. Giving himself another couple strokes to bring him down from his high, breath stuttering as he began to overstimulate himself. He was still so hard thinking about his favorite patient. He couldn’t stop the leaking even if he tried.
This was, unfortunately, a nightly occurrence. Hongjoong had washed his hands and had gone about changing into his boxers to call it a night. Until he heard a vibration come from the bed where his phone was thrown.
Park Seonghwa
Hi Doctor! I am sorry to message you so late in the night. I definitely have appendicitis, the pain is unbearable :(. Is there anything you can do to help me tonight?
Formal as always.
Hongjoong wouldn’t immediately deny if Seonghwa really had Appendicitis, not without a proper exam. However, if Seonghwa was truly having this issue, better him than an emergency room that would just cause him more harm than good. Hongjoong was the only doctor for Seonghwa, the only person who knew his body inside and out. The only doctor for him.
He liked to think Seonghwa would rather die of a ruptured appendix then see someone else. Hongjoong’s possessiveness made for poor judgement at times. Though, if he was saving a life; this was an oath he had made after all. He was legally obligated to listen and hear his patients' worries; in this instance, it just so helps that he has an operating room in his clinic.
^-^
Seonghwa was in tears, the pain in his stomach was almost unbearable. He hoped and prayed that Dr. Ki- Hongjoong was awake. He did not want to go to an ER, they never listened to him. They knew his face and name. He would immediately be subjected to sitting in the waiting room for hours where he could die at any given moment.
He clutched his stomach with one arm and his phone in his other hand. Praying to anything that Hongjoong would respond.
Breathing a sigh of relief (that hurt to do) as he watched those three bubbles pop up to indicated Hongjoong was typing. He was awake, thank god.
Another sharp pain ran through Seonghwa’s stomach, causing him to wince in pain, a whimper leaving his swollen lips. Too much biting, it was something to alleviate any of the pain his stomach is causing him - spit slicked as he rubs his long tongue over the bleeding tears in the plump flesh. The taste of iron grounding him and scaring him at the same time.
Dr. Kim Hongjoong
I suggest I drive you to the clinic in case we must do immediate surgery. Please wait just a bit longer.
Seonghwa typed a bunch of thank you’s. Probably full of typo’s, he couldn’t bring himself to think about anything other than getting healed. Getting fixed. Getting worked in by Dr. Kim Hongjoong.
Hongjoong would fix him. He always did. He would save him, his prayers would always be answered by him.
He couldn’t tell if his stomach fluttered at the thought or another cramp ran through him, as he smiled for one split second at the message.
*-*
Seonghwa had not messaged Hongjoong his address, this was a fact that Hongjoong had not thought of when he threw on a pair of slacks and a tight black button down. He had completely forgotten in his excitement to see Seonghwa after work hours, that he was not supposed to know where Seonghwa lived - technically.
Of course he knew exactly where he was going, it wasn’t because Seonghwa liked to keep his blinds open when he drank wine on Tuesday nights and gave the neighborhood an incredulous view of his plump ass in booty shorts. Not like Hongjoong has seen him dance himself tired with his cats, occasionally the alcohol settles heavily within Seonghwa and he feels himself up and down in front of wandering eyes.
Hongjoong would NOT be across the street watching this unfold. Palming at his hard cock through his dress pants applying an increasing amount of pressure, until he finally sticks his hand under the waist band to pull out his heavy erection.
Rubbing up and down languidly as his eyes stayed on the older man twirling around his room. Shorts riding up into his ass the more he moved, resulting in Hongjoong to massage the tip of his cock, squeezing the obscene amount of precum down, imagining his hand to be Seonghwa’s wet hole wrapped tight around him.
Bouncing up and down as Hongjoong gripped his ass to guide him at a brutal pace. When Seonghwa closes his blinds on those eventful Tuesday nights, Hongjoong’s dick is spent from the persistent rubbing- and he turns his car on to drive back home. Hoping Seonghwa would schedule an appointment for the following day to check up on his ‘alcohol poisoning’.
This was definitely not the reason why Hongjoong knew how to get to Seonghwa’s apartment.
But as he walked to Seonghwa's front door, which was on the first floor of his complex; He could hear moaning from inside. It was loud, as if Seonghwa was just on the other side of the door. He probably was, the sweet groans of pain traveling through the wall and melodizing into Hongjoong’s ears. From his ears to his dick, Hongjoong was not proud of the semi he was sporting because of it.
He knocked lightly on the door.
“Seong-”
The door swings open before Hongjoong can finish saying the blonde's name.
“Thank - nnghh- god- fuck” Seonghwa groaned in between his words, the active pain making talking burn with every vowel. Hongjoong quickly moves into action. He might be extremely turned on right now, but that was the least of his worries when the beautiful man in front of him was very obviously in distress.
He grabbed onto the looser arm on Seonghwa’s stomach, lifting it over his shoulder as Seonghwa hissed from the sudden movements.
“I know it's okay. Let's get you to the clinic, we will make you feel better soon, okay?” Hongjoong tried to calm Seonghwa’s uneasiness. He was probably terrified at the moment and Hongjoong couldn't stop thinking about how delicious those painful groans would taste on his tongue.
The car ride was filled with Hongjong's comforting words and Seonghwa hunched over himself with whimpers of “I’m sorry’s” and “it hurts so bad” falling off his tongue. Hongjoong tried to gather control of himself. He tried not to think about the sickly sweet smell coming from his passenger seat. Seonghwa had probably just finished showering. The strawberry vanilla scents of his body wash were so strong. If Hongjoong just leaned a little closer he could probably taste the fragrance in the air perspiring from Seonghwa’s skin.
Every soft cry that left Seonghwa’s mouth had hongjoong’s cock twitching, had him thanking the universe for his black slacks being closest to him when he changed, because the wet spot on them was gradually taking up space on his thigh.
The car ride had been agonizing for both parties involved.
The ride to the clinic was short, Hongjoong unlocked the office door to prop it open giving Seonghwa the easiest route to his room.
The motion sensor lights flickered on as they walked through the hallways, Hongjoong taking him immediately to an operating room, not that he thought he’d have to use it but just to be safe. It’d surely be a shame if Seonghwa had to go under tonight, horrible really. Hongjoong doesn’t think he’d be able to keep his hands to himself.
Not that he was doing a good job now. His hand had a bruising grip on Seonghwa’s hip as he guided him to the operating table, allowed himself a handful of ass while helping Seonghwa on the table, feeling those long slender fingers wrap around his as he leaned him back to finally fulfill his promise of an exam to confirm Seonghwa’s appendicitis.
“Seonghwa I know it’s a lot but I need you to do a couple things for me okay?” Hongjoong spoke softly, rubbing lightly on Seonghwa’s left calf as he waited for a response.
A small hum and head nod came from the older who looked down to where Hongjoong sat in his chair.
“I’m going to press down on your stomach and gauge your reactions, can you tell me the pain on a scale of one to ten when I do?” He rolled closer to Seonghwa’s stomach.
“Yeah I can do that,” Seonghwa breathed out, trying his best to regulate the pain he was currently feeling.
“You can be good for me and I’ll make sure I make you feel better okay?”
Hongjoong didn’t wait for a response as he pressed lightly on the right side of Seonghwa’s abdomen, feeling the swollen area.
“Ten! Ten! Holy shit stop pressing please,” tears had started to fully fall from Seonghwa’s eyes, pupils blown wide from the pain as they welled.
Hongjoong released the pressure immediately.
“Did you feel that on your right side? Maybe around here?” Hongjoong reached his hand across Seonghwa’s pelvis and softly gripped at the muscle connecting his hip and thigh, rubbing down his thigh to indicate where he might have felt it. Although in reality it was another excuse for Hongjoong to feel his supple flesh under his finger tips once more, as he slowly traced his fingers up to Seonghwa’s stomach again.
Seonghwa nodded again, a sniffle filling the quiet room.
Hongjoong had him move his right leg and gauge the pain in his stomach. Pressing in various spots around Seonghwa’s torso, maybe to get a better idea on what was wrong or maybe just to hear the moans and whimpers of pain leave Seonghwa’s pretty pink plump lips.
Hongjoong was very shocked at the riveting fact that Seonghwa definitely did have appendicitis.
“The last thing we’ll have to do is a urinalysis. Do you think you can make it to the bathroom? This is just so we can have exact confirmation. I want to help you as quickly as I can,” he rolled closer to Seonghwa’s shoulders, propped on the back of the operating table. Hongjoong really just wanted an excuse to hold Seonghwa’s small cock in his hand, maybe it would harden in his grasp as he helped the older piss in a cup.
Seonghwa shook his head, cheeks puffed out in protest, “I can’t leave the room please Doctor; I need to feel better, I want you to make me feel good again please,”
Hongjoong’s cock filled out immediately. Brain stuttering as he tried to catch up to the situation and add context to the words that just came out of Seonghwa’s mouth.
He stood immediately, no further questions. He needed to make Seonghwa feel good and that’s what he planned to do.
>-<
Seonghwa was left alone. He hated being alone. The room was sterile and cold and caused a shiver to run down his spine anytime he tried to look around. Not that he was able to focus much on anything but the grappling pain in his stomach.
Hongjoong had caused him so much pain doing his exam, it hurt emotionally to think that he didn’t trust Seonghwa blindly like he normally did.
Seonghwa shakes his head at the thought, trying to find reasoning behind it. Thinking about how this procedure must be dangerous if he’s taking so many precautions.
When Hongjoong walks back into the room, Seonghwa’s anxiety immediately calms in the slightest. Although the burning sensations don’t leave his torso- his mind feels more at ease as Hongjoong hands him two large pills and a cup of water.
Seonghwa’s hands hadn’t moved from his stomach since he got here, Hongjoong had worked around them from the beginning. Scared to remove his hands in fear of alleviating the pressure and the pain worsening, he asked Hongjoong to help him take the pills.
The hesitation was quick, a millisecond where Hongjoong froze before asking Seonghwa to open his mouth.
He placed the two pills on his tongue, pressing down on the muscle that caused Seonghwa to make a noise he should’ve been embarrassed about. Not as embarrassed as feeling a different kind of sensation in his lower abdomen when Hongjoong grabbed his chin to help him swallow the water from the cup.
“This will help with the pain while I prepare the anesthesia. We’ll remove the appendix and you’ll feel better in no time. Easy as that, do you trust me Seonghwa?”
Seonghwa’s eyes widened, looking at Hongjoong like a prey who found safety in the home of a predator. He noticed Hongjoong’s eyes looked darker, hungrier; he worried if he must have done something to make him mad.
“I’ll be good I promise, just please do what you need to do.” Seonghwa spoke softly, cowering under Hongjong's half lidded gaze.
Hongjoong brought his hand to Seonghwa’s face, “I know you will doll,”
Seonghwa didn’t have time to process the pet name. His body feeling heavier by the second as the unknown opioid kicks in. Mind turning fuzzy as he was leaned back by Hongjoong who then left him alone once again.
Seonghwa tries to think about why. Why would he leave the room? Was he tired of Seonghwa’s constant complaining? He said he’d help. Seonghwa would frown if he could. Face feeling like it’s melting past his skull and into the frame holding his head. He’d ask Hongjoong to hold it in his arms if he could, stabilizing him as his mind went dark and quiet.
The last thing he saw was Hongjong's face. Pressing some sort of mask onto Seonghwa’s face, letting him breathe in cold air. Hongjoong might have said something, maybe telling him to do something, Seonghwa couldn’t if he tried. His brain feels too soft to function.
>^-^<
Hongjoong had been thinking about this mixture of anesthesia and drugs for a while with Seonghwa in mind. Contacting pharmaceutical friends to confirm any questions he had about side effects or how each medication would mix with each other. Although he got a couple questioning looks, they answered his questions with trust that he wouldn’t use it in a way that would make him lose his license.
Good thing Seonghwa would never go to the board.
This was his first time trying the combo, just enough to let Seonghwa feel the pain and react but unconscious enough to not remember when he woke up. It was a situation Hongjoong had been dreaming of. The beautiful noises that would leave Seonghwa’s lips. Hongjoong hadn’t even touched the older man and his dick was begging to be freed.
With Seonghwa unconscious, he was pliant and bendable. Hongjoong started stripping him completely, taking his time as Seonghwa’s appendix threatened to burst and cause internal bleeding. Truthfully the least of Hongjoong's worries as he relished in the olive toned thighs. Pulling his pants down and noticing pink laced panties resting on Seonghwa’s pretty cock. Everything about him was gorgeous. The pink rivaled his reddening tip that started to shrivel from the cold. Planting an open mouth kiss to the front of the underwear where a floral pattern was woven through the lace.
Pulling them to the side and placing a couple kisses onto Seonghwa’s tiny cock, watching it fill the slightest at the new found warmth.
Hongjoong was buzzing, pulling down the panties to allow Seonghwa’s dick to break free from its restraints, something he was excited to do for himself soon.
With his pants off, Hongjoong cut through Seonghwa’s shirt. He’d apologize later, letting him know that it was urgent and he removed his shirt immediately for the incision.
Seonghwa’s body laid bare, every sharp feature accentuated by the fluorescent lights, showering him in a bright light- making him appear paler than Hongjoong would have liked. He didn’t plan on killing Seonghwa, he wanted him to live long with Hongjoong so the idea of fucking his corpse was unappealing at this moment. Maybe he’d revisit that thought at a later time.
He placed his hands on Seonghwa’s pecs- giving them a squeeze and he moved his fingers to press his nipples. Feeling the buds on the pads of his thumbs and rubbing them in circles. Beautiful. Hongjoong gave each nub a kiss, not allowing himself to indulge as he didn’t want to focus fully on the upper part of his body. Time was ticking after all.
Thick hands snaked down Seonghwa’s sides, pressing hard on his ribs, hoping to leave a bruise that would stay for a couple weeks. Seonghwa would see it and think of Hongjoong, when he was showering; when he was changing, and maybe he would even jerk off in the mirror looking at the bruise.
Hongjoong hopes Seonghwa has fucked himself on a dildo he imagined to be Hongjoong.
Seonghwa stirs when Hongjoong’s hands apply pressure to his swollen abdomen. Hongjoong remembered what he was here to do. Planting small kisses from Seonghwa’s sternum to his belly button. Extra careful around his stomach, he wasn’t an asshole. Even if he did want to do nothing but cut into him and feel his organs on his hands - he needed to worship the work of art in front of him, a perfectly curated doll for him to play with.
His hands reach his hips, applying bruising pressure to his hip bones, rubbing up and down the protruding bone. One day he would open Seonghwa up right here on both sides. Exposing the bone just enough for Hongjoong to kiss it directly. But for now he allows himself to suck a hickey onto the skin right under the bone. One on both sides. Seonghwa would for sure see those next time he fucks himself on his fingers.
That’s when Hongjoong runs his fingers down each of his legs, massaging the plush skin, feeling it relax under his grip. It was because of the drugs, but Hongjoong liked to think it was because of his attentiveness to the pressure points making his way to Seonghwa’s foot, where he pressed light kisses to each of his toes. Doing the same routine to his other leg.
He purposely avoided his groin and ass because this is the true test for Hongjoong. His cock was leaking, so hard it hurts- precum dripping down his leg soaking his slacks. He finally would reward himself, freeing his length from the confines of the fabric, watching it spring out from his underwear, bouncing at the motion.
He rubbed the precum down his shaft, reeling his head back at the wet feeling. Moving Sh’s lower body to the edge of the operating table- legs dangling dead weight off the side. Seonghwa would be sore tomorrow around his thighs, but that was the least of Hongjoong’s worry’s as he rubbed the excessive amounts of precum seeping from his tip onto Seonghwa’s hole. Rubbing it up and down, teasing the hole with small intrusions to test the holes willingness.
Seonghwa’s body twitched again.
He had so far only stirred in his sleep, disappointing Hongjoong; he would make him moan and cry on his cock, then he’d deal with the issue at hand.
As Hongjoong planted himself in between plush thighs his thick cock laid flat in Seonghwa’s pelvis. Completely covering the older’s smaller one. He thrusted himself over Seonghwa’s cock and stomach. Smearing his fluids where his tip dragged. Relishing in the way his cock rivaled Seonghwa’s. This man in his thirties was not fucking anybody with it, he was built to be fucked.
The view itself had Hongjoong biting his lip till he tasted metal. Unable (unwilling) to hold himself back any longer.
He lined himself up with Seonghwa’s entrance, prodding at the tight orifice as he resisted Hongjoong at first. Hongjoong pushed his tip forward, feeling Seonghwa’s body immediately tense up at the intrusion. His insides tighten around Hongjoong to try and push him out as a small barely audible whimper left Seonghwa.
Hongjoong’s head lolled back again, feeling the arousal brew in his stomach as he thought about Seonghwa trying to run away when they fucked while he is awake. His puffy red eyes and tear stained cheeks, telling Hongjoong it’s too big and begging him to stop. Not knowing that Hongjoong knew what was best for him and that it was his cock.
Hongjoong groaned as he pushed further in, a quarter of him being fully inside now and the overwhelming warmth of Seonghwa was surrounding him to his core.
The whine from the older had Hongjoong releasing a small moan himself. The beautiful pliant body willing to take whatever he’ll give, everything about this was perfect.
Seonghwa made another small noise, a mewl Hongjoong wouldn’t have heard if he wasn’t painfully tuned into everything going on around him. A sound that surpassed the beeps of Seonghwa’s heart monitor. A sound that had Hongjoong’s cock twitching inside the lanky man, whose stomach will be filled to the brim soon enough.
Hongjoong was loosing his patience, he didn’t want Seonghwa to tear his anal cavity or intestines while he fucked him braindead but he was also so insanely hard it hurt, and he knew Seonghwa wouldn’t want him hurting. That’s just the kind of guy he was.
Hongjoong gripped at Seonghwa’s hips with both hands, keeping his body still as he pushed fully forward. A deep and guttural moan left his lips as he fell forward onto the still body in front of him. Sweaty forehead pressed onto a cold chest, turning his head to hear a subtle and steady heart beat. Hongjoong couldn’t help but smile to himself.
See, he wants this. If he didn’t want me to fuck him his heart would be racing- he wants me like I want him.
Hongjoong stayed bottomed out for a couple minutes. Feeling Seonghwa’s hole loosen up and adjust to his girth as Hongjoong mindlessly played with the precum leaving Seonghwa’s now hard cock. Listening to Seonghwa’s light groans, Hongjoong couldn’t help but think about the wet dream Seonghwa was having right now. He’ll make it a reality.
Hongjoong stared at Seonghwa’s stomach. Even with the swelling from his almost ruptured appendix, he could still see a bulge trying to break free from the confines of his intestines. Hongjoong had to wipe his mouth of drool as he pulled back just a little and pushed his hips forward again just to watch the bulge disappear and reappear at will. He pressed on it, feeling the pressure on the tip of his cock head. He imagines how Seonghwa would probably cry some more over how intense the feeling was.
He pulled back, leaving just the head in until forcing himself in in one thrust, continuing this pattern as whimpers and heavy breaths left fell out of his mouth. The way Seonghwa wrapped around him had him reeling in pleasure he had never felt before. No one has ever made him feel this good, and the moans leaving Seonghwa’s mouth added such a nice garnish to the meal Hongjoong was currently having. The arousal he felt earlier from Seonghwa moaning and crying in pain now knowing they’re because he feels good, even unconscious, has Hongjoong leaving painful bruises on Seonghwa’s hips. Fucking into him like a virgin into a flesh light, sloppy and unabashed as he chased his high.
Hongjoong had a mix of curses and whines leaving his lips. The pleasure coiling in his stomach, that heavy weight dropping down until he feels himself max out.
Hongjoong can’t stop, even when he sees Seonghwa’s fingers twitch, even when he feels a leg move slightly next to him. He chases his high like a dog with a stick. Running with it until he gets exactly what he wants, and god does he want to cum in Park Seonghwa.
The thought of Seonghwa waking up to Hongjoong inside him does it for the younger. How shocked Seonghwa would be to be stuffed full to the brim with his prostate getting abused, waking up to immediate pleasure.
Hongjoong cums with a loud groan, straight from his throat as he lolled his head back; white stars filling his vision while his ears rang loudly. His breathing heavy as he fucked Seonghwa through his orgasm selfishly. His cum oozed out of Seonghwa’s hole around his cock. He closed his eyes, feeling Seonghwa’s hole expanded some more as it tried to create space for the excessive amounts of cum that was shooting out of Hongjoong’s cock. There’s only one place for it to go, it’s either out or further in.
Hongjoong was still hard, he didn’t want to leave- he felt safe and at home in Seonghwa’s warmth. Someone who wouldn’t judge him for taking advantage of his sleeping body because secretly it’s what he wanted as well.
No one is dumb enough to believe all that touching during their appointments was routine check ups. Right?
There was a small table to Hongjoong’s right. With his gloves and instruments needed for the surgery. He didn’t think too hard about it, he would do the surgery while inside. That was the only way for them to both get what they wanted.
Pulling the table closer to Seonghwa’s right leg, he grabbed his gloves and slid them on, sterile and clean and not smelling of sex whatsoever.
Marking where he would make the incision, down the right side of Seonghwa’s lower torso. He had done hundreds of Appendectomy’s, he had a good inkling of where he should be cutting. Making a 2-4 inch cut right over the useless organ. Using his surgical retractor to hold open the skin.
Wistfully he separated the muscle layers and peritoneum to find the rupture. Tying off the base of the appendix and cutting it away from the colon he pulls it out of Seonghwa’s frail body. Plopping it on the table next to him. Easy, simple, and Seonghwa is still fluttering around his mass.
His hands feel cold outside of Seonghwa’s body. His insides made for such an inviting feeling Hongjoong had half a mind to fuck him with his hands resting inside Seonghwa’s body.
Oh. Wait.
Hongjoong had half a blurry, fogged, fucked up mind to feel the warmth around his cock. The feeling of his wet and sloppy organs being pushed aside to make space for Hongjoong’s length, feeling the large intestine rub along him as he thrusted inside the warm body cavity.
Hongjoong pulled out of Seonghwa’s ass, taking a quick glance as the cum dropped onto the floor from the twitching hole, now gaping around nothing. It would almost hurt to see if Hongjoong didn’t have a one track mind.
Hurriedly he grabbed the saline wash from the table, wiping his still hard cock with a few strokes of his hand to clean all the semen from it, making sure to get under his foreskin and around the base where his pubes laid. He couldn’t risk Seonghwa getting an infection because of his careless tactics. Next, he used the wash over the bloody perforation. Wiping the outside skin clear of blood that’s leaked out, as he slowly removed the retractor.
His heart was racing, it would pound out of his chest if his ribs weren’t there to keep it in place. He was panting like a dog, trying to stop himself from drooling all over the soft body in front of him. Climbing on top of the table, on top of Seonghwa to line his pelvis up with Seonghwa’s torso.
Seonghwa’s insides were just as pretty as he was on the outside so they must feel just as good as his other holes. Although Hongjoong doesn’t know what his mouth feels like … he’ll make the final deciding factor on which hole feels the best later.
But right now, right this second, he needed to fully focus on not ripping the stitches he’s placed inside Seonghwa. As he tilted his body so his hip was perpendicular to the other members hip bone.
He salined again, both his aching cock and Seonghwa’s bloody hole. His ears began ringing again, he had no time to think about how ethical all this was because he knows, is so sure, that Seonghwa would be okay with letting him do whatever he pleases.
And if what he pleased was to fuck Seonghwa’s stomach. Then who was he to go against Seonghwa’s wishes.
The heat radiating from Seonghwa’s innards was a stark contrast from the cold sterile room around them. Hongjoong’s hips stayed raised, precum slowly dripping down into the wound that carved itself into the lean torso. As much as Hongjoong loved to watch the way it moved beneath him. He couldn’t wait any longer, he lined up his cock with one hand to go in a bit sideways; not to hit the stitches directly, and plunged.
Slowly, feeling every centimeter of himself be engulfed by the scorching temperature of 37 degrees. Cock slipped around the farther he went in, Seonghwa’s large intestine moving to the side as he pressed his pelvis against the opening on Seonghwa’s stomach. The body beneath him convulsing at the sudden change.
When Hongjoong lifted his head to make sure Seonghwa was still unconscious, he breathed a sigh of relief. His eyes were still closed, mouth parted slightly, those whimpers bringing Hongjoong back to life. He was saturated in blood, feeling his cock jerk at any sudden movements made between him and Seonghwa.
His lower lip lived between his teeth, the constant fidget of chewing on it to stop himself from moaning too loud. Tasting metallic once more as he slowly moved his hips, thrusting languidly.
“Seonghwa, baby, you were made for me,” Hongjoong spoke with a rasp.
“You feel so good around my cock you’re doing so good for me,” a slosh could be heard with his next small thrust.
“Fuck you make me crazy,” fully emerging his cock into the slot Seonghwa’s body has made for him.
“You don't even know how bad I need you,” a kiss to Seonghwa's collarbone.
“Your womb would be around here. I could give you one so we can put my babies in you,” a moan escaped his lips as he felt blood pool around his pelvis coming out of Seonghwa’s wound.
“I should make up a terminal illness, keep you locked up in my house for your safety. You wouldn't leave me right baby? You would follow me?” Hongjoong was lapping at the protruding collarbone. The heart monitor starts to beep faster as he chases his third high of the night.
Hongjong's body was overwhelmed, his brain fogged over - mind numbingly full and focused on the pleasure filling his senses. His legs shook as his hips faltered, arms almost giving out as the coil in his stomach became too much. Lowering his head between his arms as he struggled to hold himself up. Drool falling past his lips and onto Seonghwa’s sternum. Closing his eyes tightly as his high boiled over.
“Fu-uck” Hongjoong breathed, dick twitching inside Seonghwa’s stomach. Coating his red insides white, mixing their own fluids to create a new pink substance. Hongjoong could hear beeping in his ears.
Fuck, was he that out of it.
He slowly pulled himself out of Seonghwa, moving with haste to ensure Seonghwa’s heart rate does not get too high and risk him getting a stroke or flat lining in the middle of his procedure. Hongjoong did not bother to wash himself off as he grabbed the oxygen mask and hovered it over Seonghwa’s face, leaning over to grab his saline and spraying the inside of the wound. With oxygen and now the anesthesia that Hongjoong had reupped, Seonghwa’s heart rate was back to the calm steady beeps he remembered it to be.
With Hongjoongs mind at ease, he finished what he had started. Settling for the deep and superficial stitches to close his wound.
By some medical miracle, maybe Seonghwa would get pregnant with Hongjoong's babies and he could perform a c-section at the end of term … after handing the baby off to a nurse he could get alone time with his wife and the newly opened hole in her stomach.
Hongjoong cleaned himself up after administering the sutures. Seonghwa came first, always. Except for when he was sleeping then Hongjoong was allowed to cum in him. With the sutures cleaned and done precisely, he grabbed the saline wash and looked at his cock before washing it off. Coated in Seonghwa’s blood, he almost didn’t want to wash it to keep it as a sentiment.
Although not realistic, he did snap a picture before bringing his dick back to its original color of his neutral undertones.
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When Seonghwa came too, his entire body felt sore. Must have been the aftermath of a serious surgery, although his stomach still hurt and had the occasional bad cramp. Hongjoong said that would subside as the body healed itself from within.
When he first woke up, Hongjoong was sitting next to the bed Seonghwa laid on, working on presumably reports that Seonghwa wouldn’t know how to read. His mind was filled with filthy thoughts about the dream he had while he was out.
He couldn’t imagine thinking of Hongjoong (his doctor!) In this way, it seemed blasphemous, to think of someone who saves you in the disgusting vile way Seonghwa thought.
He dreamed of Hongjoong fucking him deep and full, so full he could feel it in his throat, which his hands were around squeezing Seonghwa’s airway just to the point where his heart slowed and his eyes rolled back before abruptly stopping and thrusting back in him a full throttle.
He shook his head to rid the thoughts, bringing the attention of said doctor onto him.
“You’re up again, how are you feeling?” Hongjoong stood, taking two steps to where Seonghwa laid on the chair, propping it up so he could sit straight. Thick fingers caressing the side of his face. Seonghwa leaned into them, humming slightly at the warmth with closed eyes. Nodding to respond to the question.
“Good. I’m glad” a soft smile laid on Hongjoong’s face. Eyes glistened as he looked at Seonghwa with something that could be seen as love. The look made Seonghwa blush and hide in himself. Unable to make eye contact with the man of his desires.