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written for MBLAQ fic meme
Who I want: Seungho/Key(Shinee)
What I want: Key can't explain the lust. All he knows is he gets want he wants and he wants Seungho.
Preferred Rating: NC-17 wanted, but I'm not picky. :D
He hadn’t intended to watch the first performance of MBLAQ. He had other, better things to do than watch another boy band’s performance. Somehow, he’d found himself enthralled but not in the obvious abdomen-flashing Joon. Not even the smooth voiced G.O. No, he found himself enthralled watching Seungho. Maybe it was the blond hair or the smiling but nervous eyes. Possibly it was the moist plump lips shaping words in a way that went straight to his crotch.
He found himself watching performances on the internet or on television. He found himself trying not to drool as he watched from the audience or the wings. But those lips wouldn’t leave his mind so he found himself making sure to bump into MBLAQ’s leader backstage one night. The other man was sweaty, panting lightly from a vigorous -vigor was a good thing in Key’s book- performance. Key made sure to brush his body against Seungho’s and murmur “so sorry” in his best bedroom voice.
Seungho had looked at him like he was a three-headed alien, apologized back, and continued his way to the dressing room. Key planted his hands on his hips and glared after Seungho.
Another performance and Key again made sure to get in Seungho’s path. This time in the other man’s dressing room. Seungho’s eyes widened. “What are you doing in our dressing room?”
Key smiled and ran a hand over his hair. “I wanted to talk to you.” He slid against Seungho’s body on his way to the dressing room door, which he closed and locked. Seungho jumped slightly at the click of the lock.
“What’s up, Key?” He watched the other man calmly except for fiddling with the hem of his shirt.
“We need to talk about this problem I’m having.”
“Oh? Ok. But I doubt I can be of much help. You’ve been in this business longer than me.” He began to relax.
Until Key said, “The problem I’m having is with you.”
Fingers twisting the shirt hem tightly, Seungho felt his mouth swing open. “With me? But I haven’t done anything to you. We barely know each other.”
Slinking close to Seungho, Key grinned. “Exactly the problem. You haven’t done anything to me. We barely know each other. This situation needs to be remedied.” He leaned close to Seungho’s ear and whispered exactly how he planned to remedy the situation.
Stumbling backwards in shock, Seungho squeaked, “Me?”
“Oh yes. You. Here and now. Or some other time and place of your choosing. But it will happen.”
Seungho studied the determined man in front of him. He noted the quickening of Key’s breath and the hungry gleam in his eyes. “Not here or now.” Scrabbling for a pen and paper he wrote down an address and a time. “After the show.”
Key took the paper then took Seungho’s mouth with his. After a very hungry kiss, he stepped back, straightened his shirt, checked his hair, and smiled. “After the show.”
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Seungho greeted him at the door. Almost before he could close and lock it, Key was on him in a frenzy of hands and lips. Clothes floated to the floor and Key growled against those lips which had tormented him in his darkest, wettest dreams. Bare skin slipped and slid against bare skin. He licked the salty sweat from Seungho’s neck and nipped to the sound of the escaping moans. Hands caressed down Key’s back and clasped his ass firmly. Erection brushed against erection and they both groaned. Barely making it to the bed, barely coherent enough to grab the lube from his pants’ pocket, Key followed Seungho down to the mattress.
Seungho rolled them over and slid down Key’s body. Those plush lips encased Key’s penis and had him trembling. Finally he had that hot sweet mouth on his body. Seungho’s tongue danced skillfully against Key’s sensitive skin and a finger slid between his ass cheeks. Willing, desperate, Key pulled his knees towards his chest, easing Seungho’s access to his pucker. A slippery finger pushed inside his hole and Key keened at the pleasure of Seungho’s mouth and finger.
“Hurry, hurry.” Key urged him on. Seungho met his demand by thrusting in another finger and scissoring them, stretching Key and make him whimper in need. Seungho moaned his approval around Key’s erection and Key nearly came inside that delicious mouth.
When Seungho straightened and removed his fingers, Key sat up, lube in hand. Slicking his palms, he fisted Seungho’s erection, making sure to get him well-lubricated and thrusting helplessly into Key’s palm. On the edge of coming, Seungho pushed Key back, lifted his legs and slowly pushed into Key’s welcoming body.
They moved together, all seeking mouths and urgent thrusts. It was hot and fast and messy and dirty. They loved every second of it. Key demanded Seungho move faster and Seungho muttered about how fucking demanding but hot Key was. Key grasped his own penis and jacked himself off while Seungho watched with heavy-lidded eyes and frantic hip thrusts.
Shooting over the edge of ecstasy together, they grunted, groaned and finally collapsed onto the bed, Key’s legs wrapped loosely around Seungho’s hips. As Seungho’s gasping breaths tickled over his collarbone, Key smirked.
Who I want: Seungho/Key(Shinee)
What I want: Key can't explain the lust. All he knows is he gets want he wants and he wants Seungho.
Preferred Rating: NC-17 wanted, but I'm not picky. :D
He hadn’t intended to watch the first performance of MBLAQ. He had other, better things to do than watch another boy band’s performance. Somehow, he’d found himself enthralled but not in the obvious abdomen-flashing Joon. Not even the smooth voiced G.O. No, he found himself enthralled watching Seungho. Maybe it was the blond hair or the smiling but nervous eyes. Possibly it was the moist plump lips shaping words in a way that went straight to his crotch.
He found himself watching performances on the internet or on television. He found himself trying not to drool as he watched from the audience or the wings. But those lips wouldn’t leave his mind so he found himself making sure to bump into MBLAQ’s leader backstage one night. The other man was sweaty, panting lightly from a vigorous -vigor was a good thing in Key’s book- performance. Key made sure to brush his body against Seungho’s and murmur “so sorry” in his best bedroom voice.
Seungho had looked at him like he was a three-headed alien, apologized back, and continued his way to the dressing room. Key planted his hands on his hips and glared after Seungho.
Another performance and Key again made sure to get in Seungho’s path. This time in the other man’s dressing room. Seungho’s eyes widened. “What are you doing in our dressing room?”
Key smiled and ran a hand over his hair. “I wanted to talk to you.” He slid against Seungho’s body on his way to the dressing room door, which he closed and locked. Seungho jumped slightly at the click of the lock.
“What’s up, Key?” He watched the other man calmly except for fiddling with the hem of his shirt.
“We need to talk about this problem I’m having.”
“Oh? Ok. But I doubt I can be of much help. You’ve been in this business longer than me.” He began to relax.
Until Key said, “The problem I’m having is with you.”
Fingers twisting the shirt hem tightly, Seungho felt his mouth swing open. “With me? But I haven’t done anything to you. We barely know each other.”
Slinking close to Seungho, Key grinned. “Exactly the problem. You haven’t done anything to me. We barely know each other. This situation needs to be remedied.” He leaned close to Seungho’s ear and whispered exactly how he planned to remedy the situation.
Stumbling backwards in shock, Seungho squeaked, “Me?”
“Oh yes. You. Here and now. Or some other time and place of your choosing. But it will happen.”
Seungho studied the determined man in front of him. He noted the quickening of Key’s breath and the hungry gleam in his eyes. “Not here or now.” Scrabbling for a pen and paper he wrote down an address and a time. “After the show.”
Key took the paper then took Seungho’s mouth with his. After a very hungry kiss, he stepped back, straightened his shirt, checked his hair, and smiled. “After the show.”
~~~~~~~~
Seungho greeted him at the door. Almost before he could close and lock it, Key was on him in a frenzy of hands and lips. Clothes floated to the floor and Key growled against those lips which had tormented him in his darkest, wettest dreams. Bare skin slipped and slid against bare skin. He licked the salty sweat from Seungho’s neck and nipped to the sound of the escaping moans. Hands caressed down Key’s back and clasped his ass firmly. Erection brushed against erection and they both groaned. Barely making it to the bed, barely coherent enough to grab the lube from his pants’ pocket, Key followed Seungho down to the mattress.
Seungho rolled them over and slid down Key’s body. Those plush lips encased Key’s penis and had him trembling. Finally he had that hot sweet mouth on his body. Seungho’s tongue danced skillfully against Key’s sensitive skin and a finger slid between his ass cheeks. Willing, desperate, Key pulled his knees towards his chest, easing Seungho’s access to his pucker. A slippery finger pushed inside his hole and Key keened at the pleasure of Seungho’s mouth and finger.
“Hurry, hurry.” Key urged him on. Seungho met his demand by thrusting in another finger and scissoring them, stretching Key and make him whimper in need. Seungho moaned his approval around Key’s erection and Key nearly came inside that delicious mouth.
When Seungho straightened and removed his fingers, Key sat up, lube in hand. Slicking his palms, he fisted Seungho’s erection, making sure to get him well-lubricated and thrusting helplessly into Key’s palm. On the edge of coming, Seungho pushed Key back, lifted his legs and slowly pushed into Key’s welcoming body.
They moved together, all seeking mouths and urgent thrusts. It was hot and fast and messy and dirty. They loved every second of it. Key demanded Seungho move faster and Seungho muttered about how fucking demanding but hot Key was. Key grasped his own penis and jacked himself off while Seungho watched with heavy-lidded eyes and frantic hip thrusts.
Shooting over the edge of ecstasy together, they grunted, groaned and finally collapsed onto the bed, Key’s legs wrapped loosely around Seungho’s hips. As Seungho’s gasping breaths tickled over his collarbone, Key smirked.