backstage fun
Pairing: OT5
Rating: NC-17
For: rayflo
Request: Those new uniforms. Especially Joon... *__________* Write something about backstage... and the other character... Seungho? Mir? G.O? It's up to you.
A/N: pure PWP
He felt the energy, the tension swelling, pressing against his back as he led the way to the MBLAQ dressing room. Once he was through the door, the other four shoving in behind him, he heard the lock snick. Hands were all over him, roving over his chest, his back, his ass, his thighs. They were all sweaty from their performance but none of them cared.
He was summarily stripped of his vest, the one designed to taunt fans with glimpses of his stomach and his chest. It, as well as the form-fitting pants, taunted his members during each performance. His pants joined the vest on the floor, followed by his boxer briefs. He couldn't track whose hands were where on his sweat-slicked skin and didn't much care.
They guided him down onto the little sofa, Mir between his knees, Cheondoong kneeling at his waist. G.O. and Seungho perched on either side of his head, cocks out and hands working their erections. Fingers, Mir's and Cheondoong's, slid into his ass, stretching him until he cried out. Seungho absorbed the cry with a kiss, lapping up each sound with his tongue.
Joon felt Mir slide into his body. It was raw and it was pain and it was ecstasy. G.O. joined the kiss and Cheondoong wrapped his mouth around Joon's straining cock. Joon's hands were guided to G.O. and Seungho's cocks so he stroked them as they moaned into his mouth.
They were all hungry, greedy for the feel of Joon's skin, the taste of him. Mir lifted one of his legs and bit into the taut muscle of his thighs. Joon screamed into the kiss and bucked deep into Cheondoong's throat. He hummed and Joon felt the vibrations run over his body like hands. He tried to focus, tried to concentrate on each sensation coursing through him but failed.
Mir slammed into him, shifting the angle slightly and Joon saw stars. His entire body tensed, quivered, and convulsed. Cheondoong released his cock with a pop. His come spurted over his abdomen. Joon sighed and his hands fell limply to the sofa cushions. Mir still pounded into his body as the other three stood or crouched over Joon, jacking off to the sight of his body stretched out and covered in his own come. One after the other, they came, shooting streams of come across his chest and abdomen. Mir lifted Joon's thighs even more and gave two more hard thrusts before pulling out and letting his come join the rest.
Rating: NC-17
For: rayflo
Request: Those new uniforms. Especially Joon... *__________* Write something about backstage... and the other character... Seungho? Mir? G.O? It's up to you.
A/N: pure PWP
He felt the energy, the tension swelling, pressing against his back as he led the way to the MBLAQ dressing room. Once he was through the door, the other four shoving in behind him, he heard the lock snick. Hands were all over him, roving over his chest, his back, his ass, his thighs. They were all sweaty from their performance but none of them cared.
He was summarily stripped of his vest, the one designed to taunt fans with glimpses of his stomach and his chest. It, as well as the form-fitting pants, taunted his members during each performance. His pants joined the vest on the floor, followed by his boxer briefs. He couldn't track whose hands were where on his sweat-slicked skin and didn't much care.
They guided him down onto the little sofa, Mir between his knees, Cheondoong kneeling at his waist. G.O. and Seungho perched on either side of his head, cocks out and hands working their erections. Fingers, Mir's and Cheondoong's, slid into his ass, stretching him until he cried out. Seungho absorbed the cry with a kiss, lapping up each sound with his tongue.
Joon felt Mir slide into his body. It was raw and it was pain and it was ecstasy. G.O. joined the kiss and Cheondoong wrapped his mouth around Joon's straining cock. Joon's hands were guided to G.O. and Seungho's cocks so he stroked them as they moaned into his mouth.
They were all hungry, greedy for the feel of Joon's skin, the taste of him. Mir lifted one of his legs and bit into the taut muscle of his thighs. Joon screamed into the kiss and bucked deep into Cheondoong's throat. He hummed and Joon felt the vibrations run over his body like hands. He tried to focus, tried to concentrate on each sensation coursing through him but failed.
Mir slammed into him, shifting the angle slightly and Joon saw stars. His entire body tensed, quivered, and convulsed. Cheondoong released his cock with a pop. His come spurted over his abdomen. Joon sighed and his hands fell limply to the sofa cushions. Mir still pounded into his body as the other three stood or crouched over Joon, jacking off to the sight of his body stretched out and covered in his own come. One after the other, they came, shooting streams of come across his chest and abdomen. Mir lifted Joon's thighs even more and gave two more hard thrusts before pulling out and letting his come join the rest.