i hope this is smutty enough.....
sequel to 4 times Mir bullied Cheondoong and the 1 time he got it
for kiri125 and cho_colatosa
Part 2- 4 times Mir got Cheondoong off and the 1 time he actually fucked him
i. Cheondoong felt a flash of déjà vu as he found himself airborne. When he landed with a bone-rattling thud on the floor, he barely had time to gasp before a fireball of energy was divesting him of his boxers. Mir ran frantic hands over Cheondong’s now naked body. No part of him was left untouched as fingers raked through his hair, encircled his neck, roamed over his chest, slid down his back, and ran down his bare legs. When one hand grasped his hardened cock and the other danced over his butt crack, Cheondong moaned. When the hand on his cock began steadily jerking him off and a finger penetrated his ass, he began to thrust his hips and muttered words like god and fuck and faster. As the rythym of Mir’s hands increased so did the pressure building throughout Cheondong’s body. It built and pressed out against his skin until he exploded, stars behind his eyes and cum all over Mir’s hand and his own abdomen.
Cheondoong finally managed to open his eyes to see Mir grinning at him. “You are so damn sexy when you are thrusting into my hands.” Licking some of Cheondong’s cum off his fingers, Mir patted his thigh and rose. “Get your butt into the shower. We’ve got a meeting in an hour.”
Cheondoong, still weak from his orgasm, watched Mir sauntered out of the room.
ii. Cheondoong wrestled with Mir on the living room floor. They’d managed to sneak away from the others who were still stuck in a meeting. Cheondoong enjoyed the feel of Mir’s lithe body wiggling against his. They rolled until Mir was straddling Cheondoong’s hips, a triumphant grin on his face and Cheondoong’s hands pinned to the floor. As the redhead leaned close to Cheondoong’s face, he found himself flinching a little, remembering having his nose bitten by the same redhead only a week earlier.
Mir, the sadistic little prick, snorted gleefully at the flinch and nipped gently at Cheondoong’s nose. Then he kissed the light hurt away and moved his attention to Cheondoong’s mouth. There was much sliding and slipping of lips and tongues. Teeth meshed and groans mingled. Mir rocked his pelvis against Cheondoong. Even through their jeans, the sensation of erection against erection had them panting and gasping. Mir maintained the rhythm. Even when Cheondoong began to try to loose his hands and strip them of the interfering clothes, Mir held tight and moved faster.
Before Cheondoong fully realized Mir’s intention, he was flying over the peak of orgasm. Mir shuddered and rocked a little more before coming himself. They lay panting against each other, erections softening, jeans becoming uncomfortably damp. Mir finally levered to his feet and grinned down at Cheondoong.
“We’d better pull on clean clothes before the hyung-duel get home.” So saying, he strolled out of the living room.
Cheondoong just lay on the floor panting and admiring the twitch of Mir’s ass.
iii. Cheondoong found himself shoved against the practice room wall. His head didn’t bounce against the paneling this time because Mir’s hand cupped the back of it. Desperate lips sought his and ravaged his mouth. As their tongues did battle, Cheondoong wondered at Mir’s aggressiveness since he’d been so backwards about admitting to being attracted, much less in love with, Cheondoong.
Then Mir was sucking his tongue in mimicry of a blowjob and all thoughts fled from Cheondoong’s mind. Hands snaked under his damp workout shirt and caressed his nipples. Fingers tugged and pinched at the hard little nubs until Cheondoong was begging for more. Mir’s hands slid his and Cheondoong’s sweatpants and underwear down. When bare skin touched bare skin, they both trembled, whimpering into each other’s mouth. Cheondoong grabbed Mir’s cock and began to slide his hand over the length, enjoying the other’s gasps and groans.
Protesting as Mir pulled out of his grasp, Cheondoong nearly came as breath played over the head of his cock. Sucking him whole into his mouth, Mir proved to have a mouth talented for far more than just rapping, random yelling, and kissing. When Mir cupped Cheondoong’s balls and rolled them lightly in the palm of his hand, Cheondoong lost control and, gripping Mir’s hair tight, came in the younger man’s mouth. Mir pulled away and licked his lips, looking all too pleased with himself.
“Now that is how it should be when I have you against a wall,” he said as Cheondoong slid down into a puddle of sated blankness.
He could only blink lazily as Mir straightened their clothes and left the room.
iv. Cheondoong knew right away who the culprit was when he went to the dressing room after the performance and couldn’t find his street clothes. He wondered if Mir had unaddressed kleptomania tendencies and if they were triggered by Cheondoong’s clothes. Sighing, preparing to pull his performance clothes, sweat-drenched though they were, back on, he jumped when hands slid over his bare ass.
“Hey lover.” Mir whispered into his ear. “I like you naked and sweaty. Next time, it will be me who has made you both naked and sweaty. In that order.” He bit Cheondoong’s earlobe and then blew lightly against the damp skin.
A shiver snaked up Cheondoong’s spine. He felt Mir’s clothed erection pressed against the crack of his ass. “When are you going to fuck me, lover?”
Mir shoved a little harder into Cheondoong’s naked butt. “When I’m ready.” Turning Cheondoong around, he smiled. “Now suck me off, sexy. Put that dirty little mouth to work.”
Later, in the van, Cheondoong stared at Mir’s profile. He couldn’t believe they’d just sucked each other off in a music show’s dressing room. Mir glanced over and licked his lips invitingly. Cheondoong shivered violently.
Unable to move because of a day filled with orgasms and a van full of other people, Cheondoong settled for staring at Mir’s luscious mouth.
v. Cheondoong watched a movie, too relaxed to even care that he didn’t have popcorn to go with it. The older guys were at some party, an event for performers from the music show. Cheondoong had made his excuses while the others got showered and changed for the celebration. He hadn’t seen Mir since the younger one had entered the bedroom. Since Cheondoong had been in the bathroom when the others left, he figured Mir was with them. After all, Mir could be quite the social butterfly when it suited him.
Still, somehow he wasn’t surprised when Mir stepped into the flickering light of the television. He was pleased when Mir began stripping to the beat of the movie’s background music. Watch his lover undress was far more climatic than the movie. Pale skin glimmered with blues and golds from the screen and had Cheondoong’s mouth watering.
When all that bare flesh moved in close enough, he grabbed Mir’s hips and pulled him down to the couch. They grappled and twisted and soon Cheondoong was as naked as Mir. Mir’s hand slid down Cheondoong’s butt to his hole. A finger teased the sensitive pucker until Cheondoong was pushing back on it, uncaring it was dry and would hurt. The pain as the finger penetrated had him seeing streaks of light behind his eyelids.
The finger was replaced with a lubed one and Cheondoong wondered when Mir had lubed up but was soon beyond caring as a second finger worked its way inside and stretched him slowly.
“Now. Fuck me now.” Cheondoong panted into Mir’s upturned face.
The fingers slid out and had him whimpering and seeking something to fill the sudden emptiness. Mir guided his hips until the head of Mir’s cock was pressing into him, stretching him. He though the stretch and pressure would slowly split him in two. His stomach crawled into his throat, reminding him of the full, almost sick feeling he experienced on hills descended too fast. Mir murmured, urging him to relax, and kept a steady push into Cheondoong’s slowly accommodating body.
Faster than expected and after what felt like an eternity of bliss-tinged torment, Cheondoong felt his ass brush Mir’s upper thighs. Mir grunted and moaned at being encased in Cheondoong’s tight ass. With exquisite slowness, Mir lifted Cheondoong up and pushed him back down. The slide and thrust of Mir’s cock in his ass had Cheondoong quivering. Before long, they were thrusting together impatiently, pushed forward by the frantic slapping of skin against skin. When Mir began to jack Cheondoong off, who wondered that he had any cum left in him, Cheondoong keened, tightened his muscles and came all over Mir’s hand. For the second time that day.
Continuing to move in Cheondoong’s relaxed hole, Mir whispered words of lust and love and finally came in his lover’s ass for the first time.
for kiri125 and cho_colatosa
Part 2- 4 times Mir got Cheondoong off and the 1 time he actually fucked him
i. Cheondoong felt a flash of déjà vu as he found himself airborne. When he landed with a bone-rattling thud on the floor, he barely had time to gasp before a fireball of energy was divesting him of his boxers. Mir ran frantic hands over Cheondong’s now naked body. No part of him was left untouched as fingers raked through his hair, encircled his neck, roamed over his chest, slid down his back, and ran down his bare legs. When one hand grasped his hardened cock and the other danced over his butt crack, Cheondong moaned. When the hand on his cock began steadily jerking him off and a finger penetrated his ass, he began to thrust his hips and muttered words like god and fuck and faster. As the rythym of Mir’s hands increased so did the pressure building throughout Cheondong’s body. It built and pressed out against his skin until he exploded, stars behind his eyes and cum all over Mir’s hand and his own abdomen.
Cheondoong finally managed to open his eyes to see Mir grinning at him. “You are so damn sexy when you are thrusting into my hands.” Licking some of Cheondong’s cum off his fingers, Mir patted his thigh and rose. “Get your butt into the shower. We’ve got a meeting in an hour.”
Cheondoong, still weak from his orgasm, watched Mir sauntered out of the room.
ii. Cheondoong wrestled with Mir on the living room floor. They’d managed to sneak away from the others who were still stuck in a meeting. Cheondoong enjoyed the feel of Mir’s lithe body wiggling against his. They rolled until Mir was straddling Cheondoong’s hips, a triumphant grin on his face and Cheondoong’s hands pinned to the floor. As the redhead leaned close to Cheondoong’s face, he found himself flinching a little, remembering having his nose bitten by the same redhead only a week earlier.
Mir, the sadistic little prick, snorted gleefully at the flinch and nipped gently at Cheondoong’s nose. Then he kissed the light hurt away and moved his attention to Cheondoong’s mouth. There was much sliding and slipping of lips and tongues. Teeth meshed and groans mingled. Mir rocked his pelvis against Cheondoong. Even through their jeans, the sensation of erection against erection had them panting and gasping. Mir maintained the rhythm. Even when Cheondoong began to try to loose his hands and strip them of the interfering clothes, Mir held tight and moved faster.
Before Cheondoong fully realized Mir’s intention, he was flying over the peak of orgasm. Mir shuddered and rocked a little more before coming himself. They lay panting against each other, erections softening, jeans becoming uncomfortably damp. Mir finally levered to his feet and grinned down at Cheondoong.
“We’d better pull on clean clothes before the hyung-duel get home.” So saying, he strolled out of the living room.
Cheondoong just lay on the floor panting and admiring the twitch of Mir’s ass.
iii. Cheondoong found himself shoved against the practice room wall. His head didn’t bounce against the paneling this time because Mir’s hand cupped the back of it. Desperate lips sought his and ravaged his mouth. As their tongues did battle, Cheondoong wondered at Mir’s aggressiveness since he’d been so backwards about admitting to being attracted, much less in love with, Cheondoong.
Then Mir was sucking his tongue in mimicry of a blowjob and all thoughts fled from Cheondoong’s mind. Hands snaked under his damp workout shirt and caressed his nipples. Fingers tugged and pinched at the hard little nubs until Cheondoong was begging for more. Mir’s hands slid his and Cheondoong’s sweatpants and underwear down. When bare skin touched bare skin, they both trembled, whimpering into each other’s mouth. Cheondoong grabbed Mir’s cock and began to slide his hand over the length, enjoying the other’s gasps and groans.
Protesting as Mir pulled out of his grasp, Cheondoong nearly came as breath played over the head of his cock. Sucking him whole into his mouth, Mir proved to have a mouth talented for far more than just rapping, random yelling, and kissing. When Mir cupped Cheondoong’s balls and rolled them lightly in the palm of his hand, Cheondoong lost control and, gripping Mir’s hair tight, came in the younger man’s mouth. Mir pulled away and licked his lips, looking all too pleased with himself.
“Now that is how it should be when I have you against a wall,” he said as Cheondoong slid down into a puddle of sated blankness.
He could only blink lazily as Mir straightened their clothes and left the room.
iv. Cheondoong knew right away who the culprit was when he went to the dressing room after the performance and couldn’t find his street clothes. He wondered if Mir had unaddressed kleptomania tendencies and if they were triggered by Cheondoong’s clothes. Sighing, preparing to pull his performance clothes, sweat-drenched though they were, back on, he jumped when hands slid over his bare ass.
“Hey lover.” Mir whispered into his ear. “I like you naked and sweaty. Next time, it will be me who has made you both naked and sweaty. In that order.” He bit Cheondoong’s earlobe and then blew lightly against the damp skin.
A shiver snaked up Cheondoong’s spine. He felt Mir’s clothed erection pressed against the crack of his ass. “When are you going to fuck me, lover?”
Mir shoved a little harder into Cheondoong’s naked butt. “When I’m ready.” Turning Cheondoong around, he smiled. “Now suck me off, sexy. Put that dirty little mouth to work.”
Later, in the van, Cheondoong stared at Mir’s profile. He couldn’t believe they’d just sucked each other off in a music show’s dressing room. Mir glanced over and licked his lips invitingly. Cheondoong shivered violently.
Unable to move because of a day filled with orgasms and a van full of other people, Cheondoong settled for staring at Mir’s luscious mouth.
v. Cheondoong watched a movie, too relaxed to even care that he didn’t have popcorn to go with it. The older guys were at some party, an event for performers from the music show. Cheondoong had made his excuses while the others got showered and changed for the celebration. He hadn’t seen Mir since the younger one had entered the bedroom. Since Cheondoong had been in the bathroom when the others left, he figured Mir was with them. After all, Mir could be quite the social butterfly when it suited him.
Still, somehow he wasn’t surprised when Mir stepped into the flickering light of the television. He was pleased when Mir began stripping to the beat of the movie’s background music. Watch his lover undress was far more climatic than the movie. Pale skin glimmered with blues and golds from the screen and had Cheondoong’s mouth watering.
When all that bare flesh moved in close enough, he grabbed Mir’s hips and pulled him down to the couch. They grappled and twisted and soon Cheondoong was as naked as Mir. Mir’s hand slid down Cheondoong’s butt to his hole. A finger teased the sensitive pucker until Cheondoong was pushing back on it, uncaring it was dry and would hurt. The pain as the finger penetrated had him seeing streaks of light behind his eyelids.
The finger was replaced with a lubed one and Cheondoong wondered when Mir had lubed up but was soon beyond caring as a second finger worked its way inside and stretched him slowly.
“Now. Fuck me now.” Cheondoong panted into Mir’s upturned face.
The fingers slid out and had him whimpering and seeking something to fill the sudden emptiness. Mir guided his hips until the head of Mir’s cock was pressing into him, stretching him. He though the stretch and pressure would slowly split him in two. His stomach crawled into his throat, reminding him of the full, almost sick feeling he experienced on hills descended too fast. Mir murmured, urging him to relax, and kept a steady push into Cheondoong’s slowly accommodating body.
Faster than expected and after what felt like an eternity of bliss-tinged torment, Cheondoong felt his ass brush Mir’s upper thighs. Mir grunted and moaned at being encased in Cheondoong’s tight ass. With exquisite slowness, Mir lifted Cheondoong up and pushed him back down. The slide and thrust of Mir’s cock in his ass had Cheondoong quivering. Before long, they were thrusting together impatiently, pushed forward by the frantic slapping of skin against skin. When Mir began to jack Cheondoong off, who wondered that he had any cum left in him, Cheondoong keened, tightened his muscles and came all over Mir’s hand. For the second time that day.
Continuing to move in Cheondoong’s relaxed hole, Mir whispered words of lust and love and finally came in his lover’s ass for the first time.