written for MBLAQ fic meme
Who I want: Byunghee/Seungho
What I want: Byunghee doesn't really like being called the leader.
Preferred rating: NC17 ;D Anything really, they are too rare together
x-posted from MBLAQ fic meme
Byunghee wrestled Seungho to mattress. “Speak up, man. I’m not the leader and you know it.”
Seungho wrapped his arms around Byunghee’s neck in a half-hearted attempt at gaining the upper hand. “Of course I know it but you give off the leader vibe more than I do.”
Growling, Byunghee rested his forehead on Seungho’s. “Then start giving off the vibe, man. I don’t want to be the leader. And I’m tired of being mistaken for it. Even by our members.”
Seungho found having those lips outlined by that sexy mustache-goatee combination distracting. He much rather those lips did sexy things to his than continue to grouse about being mistaken for the leader of the irascible MBLAQ. Poking out his lower lip in a pout, Seungho hoped to distract Byunghee. Fangirls claimed his puffy lips were distracting, tasty, sexy.
Seeing the pout, Byunghee mistook the reason for it. “You’re a good leader in your own subtle way. I think people just expect a more obvious, maybe firmer hand from the leader of a group.”
“Oh. So you think I need to have a firmer hand?”
Nodding, Byunghee said, “I think it would lessen the frequency of me being mistaken fo-“ The firm hand that had found its way down the front of his pants and was currently proving to his hardening penis just how firm Seungho’s hand could be caused Byunghee to choke off the rest of his words.
“Is that firm enough for you?” Seungho felt his face break out into a grin at the way Byunghee’s eyes glazed over at the feel of his penis being caressed. “I’ll make a deal with you, Byunghee.”
“Eh?” Trying to focus on the words coming from Seungho’s lips, Byunghee found focusing on those lips did nothing for his concentration.
“You deal with being mistaken for the leader and I’ll sometimes pretend to be bothered by it. And in return, my mouth will replace my hand on your cock.” Watching those dark, dark eyes glance up into his, Seungho grinned. “And later, my ass will replace my mouth. So what do you say, leader-shii?” There was amusement laced into the last word.
Unable to deny his longed-ignored desire for the man under him, Byunghee nodded dumbly in agreement. Pleased with his victory, Seungho gently pushed Byunghee onto his back and got to work stripping off the man’s clothes. Some of Byunghee’s chest hair was starting to grow back which embarrassed Byunghee but aroused Seungho. He wanted to feel the rub of it over his skin when they were chest to chest, sweaty from friction.
Anxious to get his mouth on Byunghee’s cock, Seungho traced a cursory path down the other man’s torso with his tongue and slid his lips over the head of Byunghee’s erection. He lavished attention on the head and down the shaft, tormenting Byunghee by not actually taking it whole into his mouth. Finally, as fingers scrabbled for purchase in his hair, Seungho sank his mouth over Byunghee’s throbbing cock and sucked for all he was worth. He bobbed his head and swirled his tongue. Sliding his hands under Byunghee’s butt, he used his grip on those twin globes to guide the other man’s hips in a thrusting motion.
The taste of Byunghee’s cock was darkly erotic and Seungho relaxed his throat to take more in, greedy for the flavor and the feel. Before he was ready, and because Byunghee had been ready for longer than he cared to admit, Seungho felt the cock pulse against his tongue and he was swallowing Byunghee’s cum. The fingers in his hair went lax and he gave a couple of last slurps to make sure he didn’t miss any drops.
As Seungho crawled up next to him, Byunghee opened his eyes and noted the other man was still fully clothed. “I still hate being called leader.” Seungho started to speak and Byunghee placed a finger to those amazing lips. “But I like your mouth on my cock more.”
What I want: Byunghee doesn't really like being called the leader.
Preferred rating: NC17 ;D Anything really, they are too rare together
x-posted from MBLAQ fic meme
Byunghee wrestled Seungho to mattress. “Speak up, man. I’m not the leader and you know it.”
Seungho wrapped his arms around Byunghee’s neck in a half-hearted attempt at gaining the upper hand. “Of course I know it but you give off the leader vibe more than I do.”
Growling, Byunghee rested his forehead on Seungho’s. “Then start giving off the vibe, man. I don’t want to be the leader. And I’m tired of being mistaken for it. Even by our members.”
Seungho found having those lips outlined by that sexy mustache-goatee combination distracting. He much rather those lips did sexy things to his than continue to grouse about being mistaken for the leader of the irascible MBLAQ. Poking out his lower lip in a pout, Seungho hoped to distract Byunghee. Fangirls claimed his puffy lips were distracting, tasty, sexy.
Seeing the pout, Byunghee mistook the reason for it. “You’re a good leader in your own subtle way. I think people just expect a more obvious, maybe firmer hand from the leader of a group.”
“Oh. So you think I need to have a firmer hand?”
Nodding, Byunghee said, “I think it would lessen the frequency of me being mistaken fo-“ The firm hand that had found its way down the front of his pants and was currently proving to his hardening penis just how firm Seungho’s hand could be caused Byunghee to choke off the rest of his words.
“Is that firm enough for you?” Seungho felt his face break out into a grin at the way Byunghee’s eyes glazed over at the feel of his penis being caressed. “I’ll make a deal with you, Byunghee.”
“Eh?” Trying to focus on the words coming from Seungho’s lips, Byunghee found focusing on those lips did nothing for his concentration.
“You deal with being mistaken for the leader and I’ll sometimes pretend to be bothered by it. And in return, my mouth will replace my hand on your cock.” Watching those dark, dark eyes glance up into his, Seungho grinned. “And later, my ass will replace my mouth. So what do you say, leader-shii?” There was amusement laced into the last word.
Unable to deny his longed-ignored desire for the man under him, Byunghee nodded dumbly in agreement. Pleased with his victory, Seungho gently pushed Byunghee onto his back and got to work stripping off the man’s clothes. Some of Byunghee’s chest hair was starting to grow back which embarrassed Byunghee but aroused Seungho. He wanted to feel the rub of it over his skin when they were chest to chest, sweaty from friction.
Anxious to get his mouth on Byunghee’s cock, Seungho traced a cursory path down the other man’s torso with his tongue and slid his lips over the head of Byunghee’s erection. He lavished attention on the head and down the shaft, tormenting Byunghee by not actually taking it whole into his mouth. Finally, as fingers scrabbled for purchase in his hair, Seungho sank his mouth over Byunghee’s throbbing cock and sucked for all he was worth. He bobbed his head and swirled his tongue. Sliding his hands under Byunghee’s butt, he used his grip on those twin globes to guide the other man’s hips in a thrusting motion.
The taste of Byunghee’s cock was darkly erotic and Seungho relaxed his throat to take more in, greedy for the flavor and the feel. Before he was ready, and because Byunghee had been ready for longer than he cared to admit, Seungho felt the cock pulse against his tongue and he was swallowing Byunghee’s cum. The fingers in his hair went lax and he gave a couple of last slurps to make sure he didn’t miss any drops.
As Seungho crawled up next to him, Byunghee opened his eyes and noted the other man was still fully clothed. “I still hate being called leader.” Seungho started to speak and Byunghee placed a finger to those amazing lips. “But I like your mouth on my cock more.”