in which writer nuna has ruined an innocent word
electric sugar pop ; dgna (mika/karam/jay)
a/n: two things: one, watching that idol army cut of them playing the paper tearing game and seeing jay's reaction. two, popsicle. anyways...i feel demi-dirty writing this.
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They're stretched out on Karam's bed on a sticky summer day, flipping through photography books out of half-disinterest. It's Karam that breaks the silence, announcing that they should play Wii Sports or something to pass the time until they're not bored anymore.
However the game ends too quickly;, Karam srunching up his nose when Jay accidentally hits him in the shoulder throwing a pixelated baseball. Mika rolls his eyes at the two younger bickering boys, muttering something about how being the leader wasn't equivilent to a babysitter, scowling when the squabble escaladed to light shoving and snide comments.
"I'm going to go get a snack," he comments dryly, walking out of the room and heading to the kitchen. The first place he checks is the freezer, sighing in relief when cool air hits him on his face. Too lazy to walk all the way back to the room to ask if the other two want anything (and quite comfortable standing in front of the freezer), he grabs one of the popsicles and retreats back to the room, seeing Karam and Jay now squabbling over who wants to be who in Mario Kart.
So he sits on the younger's bed, sucking absentmindly on the treat, not noticing how the bickering's dying down and how both boys are staring at him. "What?"
"...You're...the way you're sucking on that..." comes a small stammer from Jay, and both Karam and Mika are staring at him.
"Reminding you of something else?" Mika smirks, and Jay blushes even harder and looks away; not noticing how Karam's crawled over to Mika, trailing a long and slow deliberate lick up the length of the treat in his hand, his eyes never leaving the blushing boy. Hesitantly, he crawls over to the duo, almost shyly looking up.
"Can I have a taste?" he holds out a hand, expecting the older male to hand it to him. Instead, he feels Karam grab his shirt gently, tugging him closer and making the temperature escalade even higher.
Jay lets out a whimper when he feels Karam's soft and sticky lips on his own, mouth opening slightly to accomodate to the odd angle they were in. Karam slips his tongue inside Jay's mouth and gently brushes against his tongue, coaxing it into a perfectly sloppy kiss. Mika watches them with lidded eyes from the pile of pillows on the side with the popsicle still in his hand, juice starting to drip down onto the bedspread as he shifts a bit closer to the busy duo.
He carefully positions himself behind Karam to whisper something in his ear, casting a brief glance over to Jay. It seems to have the effect he was looking for, because Karam's suddenly taking the popsicle out of the older boy's hand, turning his attention back to the sweating boy underneath him. Karam whispers something to Jay, causing the younger boy to blush and nod slightly.
"What did you ask him?" Mika questions, crawling over to the younger duo. "I hope it wasn't what you were thinking of initally?"
"No, it'd melt," Karam's whispering out, pressing the iced treat onto one of Jay's perk nipples. Jay gives a soft whine when the sticky treat makes contact, it escalading when Karam continues to trail the popsicle all over his chest, watching the way the younger's body is wracked with shivers.
Suddenly Jay's letting out a gasp and then a deep moan when he feels the other's hot tongue work carefully, lapping up the sticky substance and creating a path of fire down his skin. Some of the juice is trailing down, pooling onto his stomach, but that's just making Karam lap his way down quicker. Jay's lost in the pleasure; the two temperatures playing havoc on his body. He's barely aware of Mika coming behind him and sliding down his shorts until he feels the leader's hot hands on his thighs, gently spreading them apart.
Karam seems to have read his mind, because before Jay can even get a word of protesting out, he's trailing the popsicle across the younger boy's thighs, watching the goosebumps appear and start to form. Instantly Mika's licking it up, stopping when he gets to the boy's boxers and smirking. He casts a look over to karam who nods in approval, before yanking them down and studying the younger's arousal with a sensual smile.
Jay tries to clamp his thighs closed, but Mika's hands hold them firmly apart and prevent him from closing them any furthur. "It's going to melt soon, you know," he's telling Karam, before taking the member into his mouth.
Instantly a loud moan is wracked from their makane, fingers instantly going to Mika's hair to tighten in and hips snapping up to meet his face. Mika gags slightly at the unexpected snap forward, flicking his eyes upward to scold the younger boy silently. Karam meanwhile takes the almost-melted treat, brings it up to Jay's mouth and trailing it around his lips. Luckily Jay gets the hint and is wrapping his own lips around it and starting to suck.
After a few moments, Karam pulls it out and brings Jay's lips forward for another heated kiss, swallowing the boy's moans and whimpers of harder, watching the way Mika's cheeks are hollowing to take Jay in as deep as he can, watches the way Jay's nails dig harder into Mika's hair, watches the way his chest raises and falls rapidly as he finally comes into Mika's eagerly-awaiting mouth, only pulling away when the younger makes a whimper of over-satisified pleasure.
Jay falls back onto the bed, popsicle juice sticky over his lips, thighs and chest. Mika collapses to the left and Karam to the right, turning to smile at their youngest member and ignoring their own arousals.
"I'm sticky," comes the small whine; to which Karam laughs softly.
"There's always the idea of a cold shower," he suggests, grinning at the youngest.
At this Jay just grins even wider, while Mika mutters something about now-corrupted bandmates and how he's just going to start rolling over and sleeping in from now on.
a/n: two things: one, watching that idol army cut of them playing the paper tearing game and seeing jay's reaction. two, popsicle. anyways...i feel demi-dirty writing this.
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They're stretched out on Karam's bed on a sticky summer day, flipping through photography books out of half-disinterest. It's Karam that breaks the silence, announcing that they should play Wii Sports or something to pass the time until they're not bored anymore.
However the game ends too quickly;, Karam srunching up his nose when Jay accidentally hits him in the shoulder throwing a pixelated baseball. Mika rolls his eyes at the two younger bickering boys, muttering something about how being the leader wasn't equivilent to a babysitter, scowling when the squabble escaladed to light shoving and snide comments.
"I'm going to go get a snack," he comments dryly, walking out of the room and heading to the kitchen. The first place he checks is the freezer, sighing in relief when cool air hits him on his face. Too lazy to walk all the way back to the room to ask if the other two want anything (and quite comfortable standing in front of the freezer), he grabs one of the popsicles and retreats back to the room, seeing Karam and Jay now squabbling over who wants to be who in Mario Kart.
So he sits on the younger's bed, sucking absentmindly on the treat, not noticing how the bickering's dying down and how both boys are staring at him. "What?"
"...You're...the way you're sucking on that..." comes a small stammer from Jay, and both Karam and Mika are staring at him.
"Reminding you of something else?" Mika smirks, and Jay blushes even harder and looks away; not noticing how Karam's crawled over to Mika, trailing a long and slow deliberate lick up the length of the treat in his hand, his eyes never leaving the blushing boy. Hesitantly, he crawls over to the duo, almost shyly looking up.
"Can I have a taste?" he holds out a hand, expecting the older male to hand it to him. Instead, he feels Karam grab his shirt gently, tugging him closer and making the temperature escalade even higher.
Jay lets out a whimper when he feels Karam's soft and sticky lips on his own, mouth opening slightly to accomodate to the odd angle they were in. Karam slips his tongue inside Jay's mouth and gently brushes against his tongue, coaxing it into a perfectly sloppy kiss. Mika watches them with lidded eyes from the pile of pillows on the side with the popsicle still in his hand, juice starting to drip down onto the bedspread as he shifts a bit closer to the busy duo.
He carefully positions himself behind Karam to whisper something in his ear, casting a brief glance over to Jay. It seems to have the effect he was looking for, because Karam's suddenly taking the popsicle out of the older boy's hand, turning his attention back to the sweating boy underneath him. Karam whispers something to Jay, causing the younger boy to blush and nod slightly.
"What did you ask him?" Mika questions, crawling over to the younger duo. "I hope it wasn't what you were thinking of initally?"
"No, it'd melt," Karam's whispering out, pressing the iced treat onto one of Jay's perk nipples. Jay gives a soft whine when the sticky treat makes contact, it escalading when Karam continues to trail the popsicle all over his chest, watching the way the younger's body is wracked with shivers.
Suddenly Jay's letting out a gasp and then a deep moan when he feels the other's hot tongue work carefully, lapping up the sticky substance and creating a path of fire down his skin. Some of the juice is trailing down, pooling onto his stomach, but that's just making Karam lap his way down quicker. Jay's lost in the pleasure; the two temperatures playing havoc on his body. He's barely aware of Mika coming behind him and sliding down his shorts until he feels the leader's hot hands on his thighs, gently spreading them apart.
Karam seems to have read his mind, because before Jay can even get a word of protesting out, he's trailing the popsicle across the younger boy's thighs, watching the goosebumps appear and start to form. Instantly Mika's licking it up, stopping when he gets to the boy's boxers and smirking. He casts a look over to karam who nods in approval, before yanking them down and studying the younger's arousal with a sensual smile.
Jay tries to clamp his thighs closed, but Mika's hands hold them firmly apart and prevent him from closing them any furthur. "It's going to melt soon, you know," he's telling Karam, before taking the member into his mouth.
Instantly a loud moan is wracked from their makane, fingers instantly going to Mika's hair to tighten in and hips snapping up to meet his face. Mika gags slightly at the unexpected snap forward, flicking his eyes upward to scold the younger boy silently. Karam meanwhile takes the almost-melted treat, brings it up to Jay's mouth and trailing it around his lips. Luckily Jay gets the hint and is wrapping his own lips around it and starting to suck.
After a few moments, Karam pulls it out and brings Jay's lips forward for another heated kiss, swallowing the boy's moans and whimpers of harder, watching the way Mika's cheeks are hollowing to take Jay in as deep as he can, watches the way Jay's nails dig harder into Mika's hair, watches the way his chest raises and falls rapidly as he finally comes into Mika's eagerly-awaiting mouth, only pulling away when the younger makes a whimper of over-satisified pleasure.
Jay falls back onto the bed, popsicle juice sticky over his lips, thighs and chest. Mika collapses to the left and Karam to the right, turning to smile at their youngest member and ignoring their own arousals.
"I'm sticky," comes the small whine; to which Karam laughs softly.
"There's always the idea of a cold shower," he suggests, grinning at the youngest.
At this Jay just grins even wider, while Mika mutters something about now-corrupted bandmates and how he's just going to start rolling over and sleeping in from now on.