joomi
Title: Come into my Dressing Room
Pairing: Joon/Mir
Rating: R
A/N: a belated birthday gift to my bb chocomarijuana
He wondered if those honey abs tasted half as delicious as they looked. He wanted to drag his tongue across them leaving a damp trail from hipbone to hipbone. A twitch between his legs brought him out of the fantasy. Getting a boner in the middle of a well-lit studio with coordis and staff roaming around wasn't a bright idea.
Not that salivating over a shirtless Joon whose pants rode low (though not low enough, in Mir's opinion) on his hips was up there in the bright idea department. How could he help but drool when the other man stood there and flexed, looking like sex in black pants and tousled hair? The combination of sexiness and inner goofiness did things to Mir's hormones. He sometimes thought he might stroke out from the heat Joon's existence caused in his brain.
He wiped a hand across his mouth just in case of stray saliva.
"Ok, ok." The photographer snapped a couple more shots. "Good job. Good job, everybody."
People began the ritual of "good jobs" and "thank yous" while bowing to each other. Another photoshoot wrapped up. Mir, comfortable in sweat pants and t-shirt, followed half-naked Joon to the dressing room. He would justify it as a magnae's concern for his hyung who'd just worked hard modeling. He knew he did it so he could admire the view. Especially when, once the door shut behind them, Joon dropped his pants, proving he wasn't wearing any underwear.
When Joon moved to grab a pair of jeans, Mir struggled with the urge to run desperate hands over that tight naked ass. Still locked in a battle with his glands, he accidentally met Joon's eyes in the long mirror above the make-up counter.
"You okay, Mireu?"
"Ug-" He croaked but nodded his head.
"Your color is really high. I hope you aren't running a fever." Joon turned, still naked, and moved closer to lay a concerned hand on Mir's forehead.
Jumping at the contact, wrenching his eyes from Joon's dangling cock, Mir stumbled back. He gulped and gabbled excuses for leaving. Joon followed his backwards progress until he was pressed against the door. Throat dry as a desert, he wondered if his rioting hormones would kill him. Or get him killed. Being caught between a very solid door and a very naked (and oh my god sexy) Joon was sky-rocketing his blood pressure to unhealthy levels.
"So jumpy. You're sure nothing's wrong?" He seemed innocently unaware of what his naked nearness was doing to Mir.
"Grck." Mir's vocal cords knotted as his eyes irresistibly slid south.
Joon followed his gaze. "Ah. See something you like, Mireu?"
"Nngh." Christ, Mir thought wildly. Couldn't I be a little cooler or have more game or something, he wondered.
"Was that a yes?" Joon braced a hand beside Mir's head. Leaning in close, he murmured in Mir's ear, "I hope it was."
Swallowing, he croaked, "Really?" Not sexy but at least it was a real word.
"Really." Joon slid his free hand under Mir's t-shirt, stroked fingertips over quivering stomach muscles.
On a helpless moan, Mir gripped his bare hips and ground their crotches together. Needing no encouragement, Joon slipped his hand into Mir's pants and gripped his growing erection. His hips moved a little faster, desperate for harder contact with Joon's hand. Crushing their lips together, Joon stripped off his sweatpants. Pressing their bare cocks together he wrapped his fingers around both and began to stroke. Mir moaned into his mouth and nipped his tongue. His hands ran hungrily over Joon's ass and up his back, blunt nails digging into the lightly tanned flesh as Joon sped up his hand and hips.
They moved together, scraping bare skin against bare skin until Mir cried out in agonized pleasure. Joon swallowed the sound before coming all over his already sticky hand. Mir sagged against the door until Joon eased them to the floor, shifting to cradle the younger man in his lap.
"Holy shit." Mir breathed in awe, eyes closed, head lolling against Joon's collarbone.
"Not sure that was very holy. Amazing, though."
Mir cracked his eyes open, watched Joon lick come from his fingers with every evidence of pleasure. A hot tingle twisted up Mir's spine. "No. I'm sure it felt like a religious experience to me."
Pairing: Joon/Mir
Rating: R
A/N: a belated birthday gift to my bb chocomarijuana
He wondered if those honey abs tasted half as delicious as they looked. He wanted to drag his tongue across them leaving a damp trail from hipbone to hipbone. A twitch between his legs brought him out of the fantasy. Getting a boner in the middle of a well-lit studio with coordis and staff roaming around wasn't a bright idea.
Not that salivating over a shirtless Joon whose pants rode low (though not low enough, in Mir's opinion) on his hips was up there in the bright idea department. How could he help but drool when the other man stood there and flexed, looking like sex in black pants and tousled hair? The combination of sexiness and inner goofiness did things to Mir's hormones. He sometimes thought he might stroke out from the heat Joon's existence caused in his brain.
He wiped a hand across his mouth just in case of stray saliva.
"Ok, ok." The photographer snapped a couple more shots. "Good job. Good job, everybody."
People began the ritual of "good jobs" and "thank yous" while bowing to each other. Another photoshoot wrapped up. Mir, comfortable in sweat pants and t-shirt, followed half-naked Joon to the dressing room. He would justify it as a magnae's concern for his hyung who'd just worked hard modeling. He knew he did it so he could admire the view. Especially when, once the door shut behind them, Joon dropped his pants, proving he wasn't wearing any underwear.
When Joon moved to grab a pair of jeans, Mir struggled with the urge to run desperate hands over that tight naked ass. Still locked in a battle with his glands, he accidentally met Joon's eyes in the long mirror above the make-up counter.
"You okay, Mireu?"
"Ug-" He croaked but nodded his head.
"Your color is really high. I hope you aren't running a fever." Joon turned, still naked, and moved closer to lay a concerned hand on Mir's forehead.
Jumping at the contact, wrenching his eyes from Joon's dangling cock, Mir stumbled back. He gulped and gabbled excuses for leaving. Joon followed his backwards progress until he was pressed against the door. Throat dry as a desert, he wondered if his rioting hormones would kill him. Or get him killed. Being caught between a very solid door and a very naked (and oh my god sexy) Joon was sky-rocketing his blood pressure to unhealthy levels.
"So jumpy. You're sure nothing's wrong?" He seemed innocently unaware of what his naked nearness was doing to Mir.
"Grck." Mir's vocal cords knotted as his eyes irresistibly slid south.
Joon followed his gaze. "Ah. See something you like, Mireu?"
"Nngh." Christ, Mir thought wildly. Couldn't I be a little cooler or have more game or something, he wondered.
"Was that a yes?" Joon braced a hand beside Mir's head. Leaning in close, he murmured in Mir's ear, "I hope it was."
Swallowing, he croaked, "Really?" Not sexy but at least it was a real word.
"Really." Joon slid his free hand under Mir's t-shirt, stroked fingertips over quivering stomach muscles.
On a helpless moan, Mir gripped his bare hips and ground their crotches together. Needing no encouragement, Joon slipped his hand into Mir's pants and gripped his growing erection. His hips moved a little faster, desperate for harder contact with Joon's hand. Crushing their lips together, Joon stripped off his sweatpants. Pressing their bare cocks together he wrapped his fingers around both and began to stroke. Mir moaned into his mouth and nipped his tongue. His hands ran hungrily over Joon's ass and up his back, blunt nails digging into the lightly tanned flesh as Joon sped up his hand and hips.
They moved together, scraping bare skin against bare skin until Mir cried out in agonized pleasure. Joon swallowed the sound before coming all over his already sticky hand. Mir sagged against the door until Joon eased them to the floor, shifting to cradle the younger man in his lap.
"Holy shit." Mir breathed in awe, eyes closed, head lolling against Joon's collarbone.
"Not sure that was very holy. Amazing, though."
Mir cracked his eyes open, watched Joon lick come from his fingers with every evidence of pleasure. A hot tingle twisted up Mir's spine. "No. I'm sure it felt like a religious experience to me."