mirrors
Title: Mirrors
Pairing: Rain/Joon, voyeur!Mir
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut
A/N: this came to me in a dream.
Mir jogged down the hallway of J. Tune, intent on the practice room where he'd left his mp3 player. As he approached the closed door, he heard the murmur of voices but didn't think much of it. These were practice rooms after all. He grabbed the latch and discovered it was locked. His eyebrows shifted upwards as he heard what sounded like a moan from the other side of the door. People were obviously in there and practicing but he needed his music, damnit.
Squatting down he studied the lock, pleased to note it was much like the ones at his family home. Easy enough to pick with a couple of little tools. He pulled his wallet out of his pocket and removed his well-loved and crudely fashioned lock picks. With the stealth and skill honed over years of breaking into his older sister's room, and then the room of a friend's older brother (porn magazine stash), Mir heard the lock click. Satisfied, he put away his tools and wallet and opened the door. He didn't get it open very far before he froze in shock. Except for his jaw. He felt that fall open, possibly landing somewhere around his toes.
Rain stood behind a very naked Joon who was bent over with his wrists tied to the barre. Mir suspected he'd never look at that long piece of wood spanning the length of one mirrored wall in quite the same way. He unwillingly found himself admiring the muscle tone of Joon's tan back, the pale tautness of his ass, and the defined length of his legs. Rain shifted and snapped Mir out of his contemplation of Joon's body. Realizing he was feeling a little turned on by the sight of his naked and bent band member, Mir mentally smacked himself.
With the idea of closing the door and sneaking away, he shifted his weight and got distracted by all the thick muscles across Rain's broad shoulders, tapering to narrow hips and a tight ass clad in black slacks. God help him but his boss was fucking hot. He held in a sigh and tuned into what Rain was saying, all thoughts of leaving flying out of his mind.
“Sexy little whore.” Rain paced back and forth behind Joon. “You think that sexiness will get you out having to practice as hard. I saw the footage from your last practice.” Joon shifted nervously, making his ass sway invitingly so Rain took the invitation and smacked a hand on one cheek.
Joon inhaled sharply and moved as if to get away. “Oh no, you don't.” Rain caught one hip to hold him still while bringing his hand down sharply three times. He enjoyed the sounds of Joon's sharp inhales and muffled whimpers. “Your ass is mine. Just like every inch of your back,” he ran blunt fingernails across the flesh in question. “Even those abs everybody loves to have you flash around are mine.” He scraped his fingers from groin to nipple, pinching and twisting the little nub until Joon cried out softly.
In the doorway, unnoticed by the other two, Mir stood flat-footed and breathing heavy. His cock was growing hard in his sweatpants, begging to be touched. He wanted to slide his hand inside and jack off to the scene in front of him but was terrified he'd make some sound and get caught.
Rain pissed off was just too damn scary to contemplate.
“What do you think your punishment should be this time?” Mir heard Rain's question and realized this wasn't the first time for them.
Any doubts as to consent vanished when Joon said, “Any punishment you see fit, master.” The little smile on his lips, reflected at Mir by the mirrors, sealed it.
“Good whore.” Rain unzipped his slacks. “I think you deserve a good raw fucking.” He nudged Joon's thighs apart, exposing his dark pucker. “Yea, I think that is exactly what you deserve.”
Guiding the head of his cock to Joon's clenching hole, Rain continued to hold one hip steady. He rubbed the head agaisnt Joon, around and around until Joon was thrusting back mindlessly. One final tease and Rain slammed into him, enjoying his scream of pain and pleasure. Holding still just long enough for Joon to recover, he began a slow and inexorable rhythm that had had Joon screaming hoarsely.
“Watch.” Lacing his fingers in Joon's damp hair, Rain yanked his head up, forcing him to meet his own gaze in the mirror. “Watch your face as I fuck you, little whore.”
Rain pulled Joon's hips back a little further, extending his back and nearly putting him on tiptoe. Joon's legs shook from the pain, the pleasure, the awkwardness of the position. The grip on his hair stayed firm so he was forced to watch his eyes slit in pleasure, his mouth gap in gasps and screams as Rain continued to pound into him. Tears began to leak down his cheeks and into his mouth, salty with pleasure-pain.
Grunting, torn between watching Joon's ass clench around his cock and watching his expressions in the mirror, Rain released Joon's hip and let him settle into a more stable position. Reaching down he began to toy with Joon's balls, rolling them, tugging on them, adding just enough pain to have Joon begging to come.
“Come for me, Joonie.” On command, without his cock ever being touched, Joon spurted come on the floor, and with one particularly violent twitch, on his abs.
Rain let go of his hair, grabbed both hips firmly, and thrust until Joon was only held up by Rain's hands at his hips and his wrists tied to the barre. Pleasure at seeing Joon reduced to weak, sex-sated muscles sent him over the edge. One long thrust in, he held it as he came in Joon's ass. The intensity had him moaning Joon's name hoarsely.
An eternity later, he slipped from Joon's body and untied him. Neither one noticed Mir peering through the crack in the door, gasping and feeling his cum-wet sweat pants sticking to him. As Rain eased Joon to the floor, using his own body to cushion the younger man from the hard floor, he heard a snick. Looking up quickly he saw the door latching into place.
He wondered who had been spying and how they had unlocked the door. Caressing a gentle hand down Joon's back, he murmured words of love, words that had no place during role-playing. His gaze skated around the room, lighting on a lone mp3 player in one corner. Placing a kiss on Joon's sweat-drenched hair, enjoying the feel of him cuddling close, Rain smiled.
Pairing: Rain/Joon, voyeur!Mir
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut
A/N: this came to me in a dream.
Mir jogged down the hallway of J. Tune, intent on the practice room where he'd left his mp3 player. As he approached the closed door, he heard the murmur of voices but didn't think much of it. These were practice rooms after all. He grabbed the latch and discovered it was locked. His eyebrows shifted upwards as he heard what sounded like a moan from the other side of the door. People were obviously in there and practicing but he needed his music, damnit.
Squatting down he studied the lock, pleased to note it was much like the ones at his family home. Easy enough to pick with a couple of little tools. He pulled his wallet out of his pocket and removed his well-loved and crudely fashioned lock picks. With the stealth and skill honed over years of breaking into his older sister's room, and then the room of a friend's older brother (porn magazine stash), Mir heard the lock click. Satisfied, he put away his tools and wallet and opened the door. He didn't get it open very far before he froze in shock. Except for his jaw. He felt that fall open, possibly landing somewhere around his toes.
Rain stood behind a very naked Joon who was bent over with his wrists tied to the barre. Mir suspected he'd never look at that long piece of wood spanning the length of one mirrored wall in quite the same way. He unwillingly found himself admiring the muscle tone of Joon's tan back, the pale tautness of his ass, and the defined length of his legs. Rain shifted and snapped Mir out of his contemplation of Joon's body. Realizing he was feeling a little turned on by the sight of his naked and bent band member, Mir mentally smacked himself.
With the idea of closing the door and sneaking away, he shifted his weight and got distracted by all the thick muscles across Rain's broad shoulders, tapering to narrow hips and a tight ass clad in black slacks. God help him but his boss was fucking hot. He held in a sigh and tuned into what Rain was saying, all thoughts of leaving flying out of his mind.
“Sexy little whore.” Rain paced back and forth behind Joon. “You think that sexiness will get you out having to practice as hard. I saw the footage from your last practice.” Joon shifted nervously, making his ass sway invitingly so Rain took the invitation and smacked a hand on one cheek.
Joon inhaled sharply and moved as if to get away. “Oh no, you don't.” Rain caught one hip to hold him still while bringing his hand down sharply three times. He enjoyed the sounds of Joon's sharp inhales and muffled whimpers. “Your ass is mine. Just like every inch of your back,” he ran blunt fingernails across the flesh in question. “Even those abs everybody loves to have you flash around are mine.” He scraped his fingers from groin to nipple, pinching and twisting the little nub until Joon cried out softly.
In the doorway, unnoticed by the other two, Mir stood flat-footed and breathing heavy. His cock was growing hard in his sweatpants, begging to be touched. He wanted to slide his hand inside and jack off to the scene in front of him but was terrified he'd make some sound and get caught.
Rain pissed off was just too damn scary to contemplate.
“What do you think your punishment should be this time?” Mir heard Rain's question and realized this wasn't the first time for them.
Any doubts as to consent vanished when Joon said, “Any punishment you see fit, master.” The little smile on his lips, reflected at Mir by the mirrors, sealed it.
“Good whore.” Rain unzipped his slacks. “I think you deserve a good raw fucking.” He nudged Joon's thighs apart, exposing his dark pucker. “Yea, I think that is exactly what you deserve.”
Guiding the head of his cock to Joon's clenching hole, Rain continued to hold one hip steady. He rubbed the head agaisnt Joon, around and around until Joon was thrusting back mindlessly. One final tease and Rain slammed into him, enjoying his scream of pain and pleasure. Holding still just long enough for Joon to recover, he began a slow and inexorable rhythm that had had Joon screaming hoarsely.
“Watch.” Lacing his fingers in Joon's damp hair, Rain yanked his head up, forcing him to meet his own gaze in the mirror. “Watch your face as I fuck you, little whore.”
Rain pulled Joon's hips back a little further, extending his back and nearly putting him on tiptoe. Joon's legs shook from the pain, the pleasure, the awkwardness of the position. The grip on his hair stayed firm so he was forced to watch his eyes slit in pleasure, his mouth gap in gasps and screams as Rain continued to pound into him. Tears began to leak down his cheeks and into his mouth, salty with pleasure-pain.
Grunting, torn between watching Joon's ass clench around his cock and watching his expressions in the mirror, Rain released Joon's hip and let him settle into a more stable position. Reaching down he began to toy with Joon's balls, rolling them, tugging on them, adding just enough pain to have Joon begging to come.
“Come for me, Joonie.” On command, without his cock ever being touched, Joon spurted come on the floor, and with one particularly violent twitch, on his abs.
Rain let go of his hair, grabbed both hips firmly, and thrust until Joon was only held up by Rain's hands at his hips and his wrists tied to the barre. Pleasure at seeing Joon reduced to weak, sex-sated muscles sent him over the edge. One long thrust in, he held it as he came in Joon's ass. The intensity had him moaning Joon's name hoarsely.
An eternity later, he slipped from Joon's body and untied him. Neither one noticed Mir peering through the crack in the door, gasping and feeling his cum-wet sweat pants sticking to him. As Rain eased Joon to the floor, using his own body to cushion the younger man from the hard floor, he heard a snick. Looking up quickly he saw the door latching into place.
He wondered who had been spying and how they had unlocked the door. Caressing a gentle hand down Joon's back, he murmured words of love, words that had no place during role-playing. His gaze skated around the room, lighting on a lone mp3 player in one corner. Placing a kiss on Joon's sweat-drenched hair, enjoying the feel of him cuddling close, Rain smiled.