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dark and sticky (cjamm x changbin)
He his scent off of his lover's body into the wind and smells his aroma from a mile away. He inherited his attitude for from his father, who was a "aholic" as the reporters have coined him as he has dated with some of the most dashing men in the industry. Bringing home girls and, which surprised Changbin, men as well. This would open Changbin's eyes to the "other world", and he was ing into it.
All of this in his mind as he touched his lover's velvet skin with his lips, planting kisses that matched the tone of his voice whenever he raps. Raspy... he loved a good rough night of after he worked hard in the studio. He loved it just as much as he loves... No, no one can know about that it is a secret. His eyes close as he goes down on his sweet tender love. He pleasures him with a , like how a child likes on a lollipop but with more urgency. He turned his lips as he his lover to complete pleasure and he smirked saying simply, "Is that it? I expected more from the CEO of Jamm Entertainment..."
He got up and walked away getting dressed and back to his dorm.
by darklord
He his scent off of his lover's body into the wind and smells his aroma from a mile away. He inherited his attitude for from his father, who was a "aholic" as the reporters have coined him as he has dated with some of the most dashing men in the industry. Bringing home girls and, which surprised Changbin, men as well. This would open Changbin's eyes to the "other world", and he was ing into it.
All of this in his mind as he touched his lover's velvet skin with his lips, planting kisses that matched the tone of his voice whenever he raps. Raspy... he loved a good rough night of after he worked hard in the studio. He loved it just as much as he loves... No, no one can know about that it is a secret. His eyes close as he goes down on his sweet tender love. He pleasures him with a , like how a child likes on a lollipop but with more urgency. He turned his lips as he his lover to complete pleasure and he smirked saying simply, "Is that it? I expected more from the CEO of Jamm Entertainment..."
He got up and walked away getting dressed and back to his dorm.
by darklord
✍ 022 ♥ 109
kissing practice (minkyun x dinghao)
The moon rays filtered through the windows of the dance studio, pale white against the brown of the floor. Six boys, who made up the current SinEp lineup, lay sprawled on the ground, each one at different levels of exhaustion. The blue-haired seemed to be explaining something to Dinghao, and seemingly exasperated, gave up. Picking up his backpack and putting on a cap, he flashed a peace sign at the others, before leaving.
"Where you going, man?" Lucas, the lead rapper called after the maknae, a little worried. Was Jisung really leaving like this. Glancing at his phone, the mixed boy gasped. It was past time for him to go meet Jungwoo, the member of Creamy that he was completely enamoured with. "Gotta blast!" He announced to the two remaining boys before rushing out into the night.
Sicheng, the only other dancer, shrugged his shoulders helplessly at Dinghao, and turned, his black hair popping against the moon’s pale light. Grabbing his own bag, he left as well, leaving Dinghao and Minkyun alone in the dance studio, without the others knowing the high five he shared with Jisung outside of the room.
I.M. just shrugged casually, already packing up. “I don’t know about you guys, but uh, I have something.” Slowly backing away he flashed a peace sign before sprinting away joining the two other boys in the hall.
Dinghao watched as the third member proceeded to leave, his eyes swimming with sadness. "Are you going to leave too?" He turned to Minkyun sadly. He just wanted snuggles and smooches. He didn't want to be alone, and he definitely didn't want their group to split up before they even reached their debut.
Minkyun shook his head at the Chinese member. “I wouldn’t Dingding.” Nuzzling closer to the other male, he hummed contendly. He hadn’t had the time to hang with his favorite member, Dinghao, for a while now, and he was happy to even talk to the other. “Do you want to run through the dance again?”
Dinghao couldn’t help but smile at the affection, placing a few kisses on Minkyun’s cheek. It was hard to be too sad when Minkyun was so positive, but the fake maknae couldn’t help but still feel worried about the other members leaving like this. “It won’t do much good without the others…” he played with his fingers nervously. “We wouldn’t be able to go through their parts.” he frowned. “Do you think they left for good?” he looked at the other boy anxiously.
Minkyun sighs at the naivety of the other. He hadn’t been in the biz long enough to know most of the things. Despite being younger, Minkyun still knew more about training then the elder did. “It doesn’t matter Dingding. We’ll just play the recording, and we dance our parts. I’ll try to help you with the choreo, even if I’m not as good as Jisung or Sicheng.” he replied, to relieve some of the stress. Playing with Dinghao’s hair, he nodded, to convince himself more so than Dinghao, because he didn’t know if he could last an hour in the practice room alone with the other.
“O-okay.” Dinghao perked up a little bit. Minkyun was so much wiser and more experienced than him when it came to these things. With a soft smile, he leaned into the Korean boy’s touch and pecked his cheek before pushing himself up and jogging over to turn the video on. Getting into position, he waited for Minkyun to join him. Hopefully, he’d finally get his part down this time. He’d been struggling with it so far, but with the help of the other members, he’d been doing a bit better.
Minkyun sighed and got up, trying to keep his spirits high for the other. His muscles ached, and he just wanted to stop, but he was going to practice till he dropped. Figuratively of course. Hearing the beat drop, he started dancing to the music keeping an eye on Dinghao’s moves. He moved almost mechanically now, but he smoothed out some parts. At one of the more difficult parts, he suddenly tripped over his own left foot, and he hadn’t expected it at all, because he had been NAILING it
Dinghao’s legs burned as he went through the steps, only a few of them engraved perfectly in his memory. Just as he was getting to the difficult and confusing part, he saw the younger trip out of the corner of his eye, and before he could react, Minkyun was on the ground. “Kyunnie!” he shrieked, rushing over to him. Kneeling beside him, he cupped his face and looked into the boy’s eyes. “Are you okay?”
Minkyun nodded, brushing his hair from his eyes. “Yeah just perfect,” he supplied, grinning, “I mean I’m not dead?” He laughed casually, a smile forming despite the pain.
“Not dead doesn’t sound promising…” Dinghao eyed the other worriedly. “Do you think you can stand?” he bit his lip and moved over to inspect Minkyun’s leg. “Which one is it?” he asked, tears already pricking at his eyes because he was scared and concerned for his fellow member. What would they do if Minkyun couldn’t dance?
Minkyun laughed bitterly, hoping the other wouldn’t detect the undertone. “It’s okay Dingding. It’s just a pulled muscle, I’ll survive. Besides, if we aren’t making money for the company, we shouldn’t call an ambulance or anything.” This was one of the times Minkyun thanked his experience. He knew it wasn’t going to cause total demolition to his leg.
“A pulled muscle?” That didn’t sound good to Dinghao. Weren’t pulled muscles really painful? “A-are you sure you don’t need a doctor?” the elder bit his lip, carefully pushing up Minkyun’s pant legs. “Oh no, it’s swelling…” he sniffled, feeling hopeless. Surely the other wouldn’t be able to dance for a little while. Maybe they wouldn’t be debuting after all…
“Kyunnie, it looks bad.” the fake maknae sobbed, draping himself across the boy’s chest and crying.
“Dinghao,” this time he said so with more authority, “it’s nothing, leave it. The company won’t care, and besides, quite frankly, I don’t think it’ll matter.” Shrugging the younger internally melted at the gentle touches of Dinghao’s hand. Rubbing the other’s back, he tried to comfort him, making sure that the other wouldn’t get dehydrated.
“It does matter if you’re hurting!” Dinghao whined indignantly. How could Minkyun think so little of himself? Surely it affected him the most. “You can’t dance properly if you’re in pain…” he whimpered, sitting up to look at the younger’s face. Leaning down, he peppered it in teary kisses, wishing he could make the sweet boy’s pain vanish.
Minkyun wanted so bad to give in to the pain, but no, he wasn’t that weak. He would not let this one setback pull him back. When Dinghao’s lips touched his face, he was shocked, but it was in Dinghao’s nature to be that way. So sweet and caring. Minkyun couldn’t hide the noticeable blush forming on his face, and he hid his face in his hands. “I’m fine. I’m fine Dingding.”
“You don’t look fine!” Dinghao shrieked. The way Minkyun hid his face only made the older male more worried, thinking Minkyun was trying to cover up a grimace or even tears. “Let’s get you back to the dorm. With some ice and-and medicine? You need medicine!” he declared, attempting to help the other up. “Climb on my back! I’ll carry you!”
Minkyun sighed, before climbing onto Dinghao’s back. “Dingding, it’s not that bad. I only need ice and then I’ll be fine.” Protesting against it, he rested his head on Dinghao’s shoulder, his eyes closing. Breathing in the other’s scent, he hummed in content.
“We should get you home though, so you can lay down and be more comfortable!” Dinghao squeaked, carefully carrying the younger boy out of the practice room. It was a bit difficult for him to open the door to the dorm, but he managed and helped Minkyun into his bed, which thankfully, was a bottom bunk.
Once the injured male was in his bed, Dinghao ran to the kitchen, frantically gathering a ziplock bag, a towel, and some ice before rushing back to the other’s side.
“Calm down, Dingding.” Minkyun patted the other’s head and sat up, propping his foot on a pillow and placing the bag of ice-wrapped in the towel- on top of it. “I’m fine. Thank you for helping me. You can relax now.”
“I can’t relax!” Dinghao wailed, tears streaming down his face. “You’re hurt, and I don’t know where any of our other members are!”
Without another word, Minkyun sat up and grabbed the crying boy, pulling him close and crashing their lips together.
Dinghao’s eyes widened, but he didn’t pull away. His entire face heated up, but his eyes slowly closed as Minkyun’s arms wrapped around him.
Minkyun pulled the boy against his chest, cupping his cheeks as he softly moved his lips against the elder’s. After a moment, he pulled away, cheeks tinted pink.
With a squeak, Dinghao hid himself in Minkyun arms. “Why did you kiss me?” he demanded. “Why?”
Minkyun couldn’t help but say, “because I like you, .”
Oh why did Lucas have to teach Minkyun how to swear.
by Pwark Sushi
The moon rays filtered through the windows of the dance studio, pale white against the brown of the floor. Six boys, who made up the current SinEp lineup, lay sprawled on the ground, each one at different levels of exhaustion. The blue-haired seemed to be explaining something to Dinghao, and seemingly exasperated, gave up. Picking up his backpack and putting on a cap, he flashed a peace sign at the others, before leaving.
"Where you going, man?" Lucas, the lead rapper called after the maknae, a little worried. Was Jisung really leaving like this. Glancing at his phone, the mixed boy gasped. It was past time for him to go meet Jungwoo, the member of Creamy that he was completely enamoured with. "Gotta blast!" He announced to the two remaining boys before rushing out into the night.
Sicheng, the only other dancer, shrugged his shoulders helplessly at Dinghao, and turned, his black hair popping against the moon’s pale light. Grabbing his own bag, he left as well, leaving Dinghao and Minkyun alone in the dance studio, without the others knowing the high five he shared with Jisung outside of the room.
I.M. just shrugged casually, already packing up. “I don’t know about you guys, but uh, I have something.” Slowly backing away he flashed a peace sign before sprinting away joining the two other boys in the hall.
Dinghao watched as the third member proceeded to leave, his eyes swimming with sadness. "Are you going to leave too?" He turned to Minkyun sadly. He just wanted snuggles and smooches. He didn't want to be alone, and he definitely didn't want their group to split up before they even reached their debut.
Minkyun shook his head at the Chinese member. “I wouldn’t Dingding.” Nuzzling closer to the other male, he hummed contendly. He hadn’t had the time to hang with his favorite member, Dinghao, for a while now, and he was happy to even talk to the other. “Do you want to run through the dance again?”
Dinghao couldn’t help but smile at the affection, placing a few kisses on Minkyun’s cheek. It was hard to be too sad when Minkyun was so positive, but the fake maknae couldn’t help but still feel worried about the other members leaving like this. “It won’t do much good without the others…” he played with his fingers nervously. “We wouldn’t be able to go through their parts.” he frowned. “Do you think they left for good?” he looked at the other boy anxiously.
Minkyun sighs at the naivety of the other. He hadn’t been in the biz long enough to know most of the things. Despite being younger, Minkyun still knew more about training then the elder did. “It doesn’t matter Dingding. We’ll just play the recording, and we dance our parts. I’ll try to help you with the choreo, even if I’m not as good as Jisung or Sicheng.” he replied, to relieve some of the stress. Playing with Dinghao’s hair, he nodded, to convince himself more so than Dinghao, because he didn’t know if he could last an hour in the practice room alone with the other.
“O-okay.” Dinghao perked up a little bit. Minkyun was so much wiser and more experienced than him when it came to these things. With a soft smile, he leaned into the Korean boy’s touch and pecked his cheek before pushing himself up and jogging over to turn the video on. Getting into position, he waited for Minkyun to join him. Hopefully, he’d finally get his part down this time. He’d been struggling with it so far, but with the help of the other members, he’d been doing a bit better.
Minkyun sighed and got up, trying to keep his spirits high for the other. His muscles ached, and he just wanted to stop, but he was going to practice till he dropped. Figuratively of course. Hearing the beat drop, he started dancing to the music keeping an eye on Dinghao’s moves. He moved almost mechanically now, but he smoothed out some parts. At one of the more difficult parts, he suddenly tripped over his own left foot, and he hadn’t expected it at all, because he had been NAILING it
Dinghao’s legs burned as he went through the steps, only a few of them engraved perfectly in his memory. Just as he was getting to the difficult and confusing part, he saw the younger trip out of the corner of his eye, and before he could react, Minkyun was on the ground. “Kyunnie!” he shrieked, rushing over to him. Kneeling beside him, he cupped his face and looked into the boy’s eyes. “Are you okay?”
Minkyun nodded, brushing his hair from his eyes. “Yeah just perfect,” he supplied, grinning, “I mean I’m not dead?” He laughed casually, a smile forming despite the pain.
“Not dead doesn’t sound promising…” Dinghao eyed the other worriedly. “Do you think you can stand?” he bit his lip and moved over to inspect Minkyun’s leg. “Which one is it?” he asked, tears already pricking at his eyes because he was scared and concerned for his fellow member. What would they do if Minkyun couldn’t dance?
Minkyun laughed bitterly, hoping the other wouldn’t detect the undertone. “It’s okay Dingding. It’s just a pulled muscle, I’ll survive. Besides, if we aren’t making money for the company, we shouldn’t call an ambulance or anything.” This was one of the times Minkyun thanked his experience. He knew it wasn’t going to cause total demolition to his leg.
“A pulled muscle?” That didn’t sound good to Dinghao. Weren’t pulled muscles really painful? “A-are you sure you don’t need a doctor?” the elder bit his lip, carefully pushing up Minkyun’s pant legs. “Oh no, it’s swelling…” he sniffled, feeling hopeless. Surely the other wouldn’t be able to dance for a little while. Maybe they wouldn’t be debuting after all…
“Kyunnie, it looks bad.” the fake maknae sobbed, draping himself across the boy’s chest and crying.
“Dinghao,” this time he said so with more authority, “it’s nothing, leave it. The company won’t care, and besides, quite frankly, I don’t think it’ll matter.” Shrugging the younger internally melted at the gentle touches of Dinghao’s hand. Rubbing the other’s back, he tried to comfort him, making sure that the other wouldn’t get dehydrated.
“It does matter if you’re hurting!” Dinghao whined indignantly. How could Minkyun think so little of himself? Surely it affected him the most. “You can’t dance properly if you’re in pain…” he whimpered, sitting up to look at the younger’s face. Leaning down, he peppered it in teary kisses, wishing he could make the sweet boy’s pain vanish.
Minkyun wanted so bad to give in to the pain, but no, he wasn’t that weak. He would not let this one setback pull him back. When Dinghao’s lips touched his face, he was shocked, but it was in Dinghao’s nature to be that way. So sweet and caring. Minkyun couldn’t hide the noticeable blush forming on his face, and he hid his face in his hands. “I’m fine. I’m fine Dingding.”
“You don’t look fine!” Dinghao shrieked. The way Minkyun hid his face only made the older male more worried, thinking Minkyun was trying to cover up a grimace or even tears. “Let’s get you back to the dorm. With some ice and-and medicine? You need medicine!” he declared, attempting to help the other up. “Climb on my back! I’ll carry you!”
Minkyun sighed, before climbing onto Dinghao’s back. “Dingding, it’s not that bad. I only need ice and then I’ll be fine.” Protesting against it, he rested his head on Dinghao’s shoulder, his eyes closing. Breathing in the other’s scent, he hummed in content.
“We should get you home though, so you can lay down and be more comfortable!” Dinghao squeaked, carefully carrying the younger boy out of the practice room. It was a bit difficult for him to open the door to the dorm, but he managed and helped Minkyun into his bed, which thankfully, was a bottom bunk.
Once the injured male was in his bed, Dinghao ran to the kitchen, frantically gathering a ziplock bag, a towel, and some ice before rushing back to the other’s side.
“Calm down, Dingding.” Minkyun patted the other’s head and sat up, propping his foot on a pillow and placing the bag of ice-wrapped in the towel- on top of it. “I’m fine. Thank you for helping me. You can relax now.”
“I can’t relax!” Dinghao wailed, tears streaming down his face. “You’re hurt, and I don’t know where any of our other members are!”
Without another word, Minkyun sat up and grabbed the crying boy, pulling him close and crashing their lips together.
Dinghao’s eyes widened, but he didn’t pull away. His entire face heated up, but his eyes slowly closed as Minkyun’s arms wrapped around him.
Minkyun pulled the boy against his chest, cupping his cheeks as he softly moved his lips against the elder’s. After a moment, he pulled away, cheeks tinted pink.
With a squeak, Dinghao hid himself in Minkyun arms. “Why did you kiss me?” he demanded. “Why?”
Minkyun couldn’t help but say, “because I like you, .”
Oh why did Lucas have to teach Minkyun how to swear.
by Pwark Sushi
✍ 069 ♥ 299
eating strawberries (luwoo)
“L-Lucas~!” Jungwoo mewled as the taller boy pressed him against the wall, kissing and nipping at his neck. “Don’t leave marks! S-someone might see!””
“The makeup coordis are used to covering up hickies by now. Trust me.” The half Thai-half Chinese boy murmured in his deep, velvety voice, which sent a shiver down the older male’s spine.
They were currently in Sinep’s dorm, having just returned from a romantic movie date. The movie had had quite a few unexpected scenes, which had ended up turning Lucas on, even more so when Jungwoo had rested his hand on his thigh for more than half of the movie, “accidentally” brushing a finger against his boyfriend’s bulge every so often. Honestly, it was all Jungwoo’s fault as he had been the one to pick out the movie. Lucas hadn’t even known the film was rated until he had to shock of seeing an on the big screen.
Thank goodness, the other member were off God knows where. Lucas was pretty sure Dinghao was off with Ten somewhere, getting dicked down. Yoongi was napping in the lounge at Jamm Ent, which was really the person they needed out of the dorm the most anyways. The older man was such a block, and he was pretty much anti-fun, and anti-kisses. He would probably beat Lucas’s if he knew he was defiling the dorm, but it was a risk the tall man was willing to take.
“Cas please…” Jungwoo placed a hand on the younger’s chest and pushed him back a bit. “At least take me to the bedroom if you’re going to devour me…”
Without another word, Lucas picked his boyfriend up, carrying him bridal style to the bedroom, placing him on one of the bottom bunks, which happened to be Minkyun’s, but Lucas couldn’t be bothered about it at the moment. His bed was a top bunk and too much work to climb all the way up there to his boyfriend, especially when he was this .
Grasping the bottom of Jungwoo’s shirt, Lucas pulled it up and off, making the Korean boy blush and cover his bare chest.
“Don’t hide your beauty, baby. I love every part of you. You have nothing to be ashamed of.” the taller cooed.
Whining softly, Jungwoo allowed Lucas to move his hands. “You’re gonna give me a heart attack saying things like that.” he pouted.
“You’re not allowed to have heart attacks.” Lucas chuckled, shamelessly shedding his own shirt as well as his pants. “I won’t let you.”
All Jungwoo could do was whine again in response cause , just seeing his boyfriend’s muscles had him half-hard already.
“Cutie.” Lucas wrapped his arms around the shorter boy, pulling him closer and kissing down his chest and abdomen. Sliding his hands down Jungwoo’s back, he trailed his kisses lower, until he reached the buckle of his pants. his lips, Lucas eagerly undid them, pulling them as well as Jungwoo’s underwear down around the elder’s ankles.
Jungwoo let out an embarrassed squeak, covering his heated face as Lucas’ long fingers grasped his length, stroking it to life in seconds.
“Look at me, angel. It’s more fun if you watch me.” Lucas smirked, kneeling down in front of him and living the head a , humming in approval. Deciding to start off strong, he dipped his tongue into the slit, looking up to make contact with his lover as he did so.
“Ohh~!” Jungwoo gasped, biting down on his lower lip in an attempt to keep quiet, his hands awkwardly balling into shaky fists at his sides.
“Now, now, WooWoo. You know I want to hear all your sweet sounds. Your voice is music to my ears. Let me hear you, baby boy.” Lucas reached up and took the boy’s hands, placing them on top of his head. “You can pull my hair if you want to. I don’t mind it rough.” he let out a deep chuckle before focusing his attention back on Jungwoo’s , tracing a bulging vein up the side of it with his tongue. “I should start calling you Hungwoo. Cause your size is nothing to complain about.” he winked playfully.”
“C-Cas!” Jungwoo whimpered, his embarrassment doubling thanks to his boyfriend’s teasing. “Shush!”
Lucas let out a higher pitched cackle before taking the mushroom head into his mouth and giving it a harsh that nearly brought Jungwoo to his knees, his fingers gripping Lucas’ hair tightly. The younger moaned softly and pulled away. “Here, sit down, baby.” he stood up and guided the other to seat himself on the edge of the bed, feet flat on the floor. The younger moved between his legs and engulfed Jungwoo’s twitching member in his moist cavern, hard and bobbing his head repeatedly, a little swell of pride and satisfaction building in his chest. He loved that he could reduce Jungwoo to a mess like this, and he wanted to be the only one to ever be allowed to do so.
“Please, Cas… I’m c-close…don’t…” Jungwoo begged, tapping his shoulder urgently.
Chuckling, Lucas pulled off and stood up, a large tent visible through his boxers. “Wait here for me. I’ll be right back. Go ahead and lie down for me.” he instructed, leaving the room.
He returned a few minutes later with a bowl of strawberries, and a can of whipped cream, a grin plastered on his lips.
“Oh god, Cas…” the Korean bit his lip, precum dripping from his as Lucas climbed on top of him, straddling his hips, letting the elder’s rub against his clothed as he squirted whipped cream on Jungwoo’s s, garnishing them each with a strawberry.
“You look good enough to eat.” Lucas smirked, the strawberry off and eating it before lapping at the whipped cream and teasing the erect with his tongue.
Whimpering, Jungwoo squirmed shyly beneath him, grabbing onto the waistband of Lucas’s boxers, his back arching as the second was given the same treatment.
Grabbing another berry from the bowl, Lucas placed the between his teeth and leaned in for a kiss, offering it to Jungwoo.
The singer let out a faint moan of appreciation at the taste, swallowing the juices eagerly, his lips as Lucas sprayed whipped cream into his mouth as a chaser.
“Mh, that was good, but I think you taste better.” Lucas flashed a sinful smile before turning his lover over and kissing down his spine, making him shiver. “Face down up.”
Jungwoo immediately complied, too embarrassed to want to be seen anyways as he knew what was coming, well, mostly anyways. He wasn’t expecting the squirt of whipped cream to his hole. It was cold, but the tongue that burrowed into him was warm, creating a delicious contrast that had him screaming and gripping the sheets.
Spreading Jungwoo’s cheeks wider, Lucas pushed his tongue as deep as he could get it, ing it in and out of his lover, the gorgeous sounds making his ache in need.
It didn’t take long for Jungwoo to explode, his hole clenching around Lucas’ tongue as he dirtied the bedding with thick ropes of .
Pleased with himself and desperate to finally be inside his lover, Lucas on his own fingers, coating them in a nice sheen of saliva before carefully easing them into Jungwoo’s entrance, stretching him thoroughly. By the time he was done, Jungwoo was already hard again and rearing to go.
Sitting up on his knees, Lucas positioned himself behind the Korean boy, gently entering the tight heat that squeezed him so good, it nearly took his breath away. Jungwoo immediately clenched around his , and Lucas groaned and massaged his lips lightly, coaxing him to relax.
Once Jungwoo was ready, Lucas pulled almost all of the way out before pushing balls deep into him, repeating the process a few times before giving a few shallow s. “, baby… you’re s-so tight…” he moaned, pressing kisses to Jungwoo’s back as he sped up.
Jungwoo let out a string of delicate, breathy moans, which increased in volume as Lucas ed him harder and deeper, sending jolts of pleasure through him with every . After several beautiful moments of ecstasy, he couldn’t take it anymore. His toes curled in pure bliss as he reached his second , his walls clamping down on Lucas’ .
With a loud groan, Lucas shot his load deep into his lover, clutching his hips tightly as he filled him. Panting, he pulled out, tired, sated, and happy, gently turning Jungwoo over and pulling him close to his chest to snuggle.
“Cas, I’m so messy now…” Jungwoo groaned, curling against him with a yawn. “This is gonna be dripping out of me for ages.” he scrunched his nose.
“At least when you leave here, you’ll be taking a part of me with you.” Lucas chuckled proudly and pecked his head. “Rest. I’ll clean you up later.”
Closing his eyes, Jungwoo was too tired to object, and he soon dozed off.
Lucas watched his adorable lover sleep until he felt his own eyes closing. Just as he was settling into a good dream, he heard the familiar voice of his manager yelling.
“WHO THE ATE MY STRAWBERRIES?!”
by xuxi roll
“L-Lucas~!” Jungwoo mewled as the taller boy pressed him against the wall, kissing and nipping at his neck. “Don’t leave marks! S-someone might see!””
“The makeup coordis are used to covering up hickies by now. Trust me.” The half Thai-half Chinese boy murmured in his deep, velvety voice, which sent a shiver down the older male’s spine.
They were currently in Sinep’s dorm, having just returned from a romantic movie date. The movie had had quite a few unexpected scenes, which had ended up turning Lucas on, even more so when Jungwoo had rested his hand on his thigh for more than half of the movie, “accidentally” brushing a finger against his boyfriend’s bulge every so often. Honestly, it was all Jungwoo’s fault as he had been the one to pick out the movie. Lucas hadn’t even known the film was rated until he had to shock of seeing an on the big screen.
Thank goodness, the other member were off God knows where. Lucas was pretty sure Dinghao was off with Ten somewhere, getting dicked down. Yoongi was napping in the lounge at Jamm Ent, which was really the person they needed out of the dorm the most anyways. The older man was such a block, and he was pretty much anti-fun, and anti-kisses. He would probably beat Lucas’s if he knew he was defiling the dorm, but it was a risk the tall man was willing to take.
“Cas please…” Jungwoo placed a hand on the younger’s chest and pushed him back a bit. “At least take me to the bedroom if you’re going to devour me…”
Without another word, Lucas picked his boyfriend up, carrying him bridal style to the bedroom, placing him on one of the bottom bunks, which happened to be Minkyun’s, but Lucas couldn’t be bothered about it at the moment. His bed was a top bunk and too much work to climb all the way up there to his boyfriend, especially when he was this .
Grasping the bottom of Jungwoo’s shirt, Lucas pulled it up and off, making the Korean boy blush and cover his bare chest.
“Don’t hide your beauty, baby. I love every part of you. You have nothing to be ashamed of.” the taller cooed.
Whining softly, Jungwoo allowed Lucas to move his hands. “You’re gonna give me a heart attack saying things like that.” he pouted.
“You’re not allowed to have heart attacks.” Lucas chuckled, shamelessly shedding his own shirt as well as his pants. “I won’t let you.”
All Jungwoo could do was whine again in response cause , just seeing his boyfriend’s muscles had him half-hard already.
“Cutie.” Lucas wrapped his arms around the shorter boy, pulling him closer and kissing down his chest and abdomen. Sliding his hands down Jungwoo’s back, he trailed his kisses lower, until he reached the buckle of his pants. his lips, Lucas eagerly undid them, pulling them as well as Jungwoo’s underwear down around the elder’s ankles.
Jungwoo let out an embarrassed squeak, covering his heated face as Lucas’ long fingers grasped his length, stroking it to life in seconds.
“Look at me, angel. It’s more fun if you watch me.” Lucas smirked, kneeling down in front of him and living the head a , humming in approval. Deciding to start off strong, he dipped his tongue into the slit, looking up to make contact with his lover as he did so.
“Ohh~!” Jungwoo gasped, biting down on his lower lip in an attempt to keep quiet, his hands awkwardly balling into shaky fists at his sides.
“Now, now, WooWoo. You know I want to hear all your sweet sounds. Your voice is music to my ears. Let me hear you, baby boy.” Lucas reached up and took the boy’s hands, placing them on top of his head. “You can pull my hair if you want to. I don’t mind it rough.” he let out a deep chuckle before focusing his attention back on Jungwoo’s , tracing a bulging vein up the side of it with his tongue. “I should start calling you Hungwoo. Cause your size is nothing to complain about.” he winked playfully.”
“C-Cas!” Jungwoo whimpered, his embarrassment doubling thanks to his boyfriend’s teasing. “Shush!”
Lucas let out a higher pitched cackle before taking the mushroom head into his mouth and giving it a harsh that nearly brought Jungwoo to his knees, his fingers gripping Lucas’ hair tightly. The younger moaned softly and pulled away. “Here, sit down, baby.” he stood up and guided the other to seat himself on the edge of the bed, feet flat on the floor. The younger moved between his legs and engulfed Jungwoo’s twitching member in his moist cavern, hard and bobbing his head repeatedly, a little swell of pride and satisfaction building in his chest. He loved that he could reduce Jungwoo to a mess like this, and he wanted to be the only one to ever be allowed to do so.
“Please, Cas… I’m c-close…don’t…” Jungwoo begged, tapping his shoulder urgently.
Chuckling, Lucas pulled off and stood up, a large tent visible through his boxers. “Wait here for me. I’ll be right back. Go ahead and lie down for me.” he instructed, leaving the room.
He returned a few minutes later with a bowl of strawberries, and a can of whipped cream, a grin plastered on his lips.
“Oh god, Cas…” the Korean bit his lip, precum dripping from his as Lucas climbed on top of him, straddling his hips, letting the elder’s rub against his clothed as he squirted whipped cream on Jungwoo’s s, garnishing them each with a strawberry.
“You look good enough to eat.” Lucas smirked, the strawberry off and eating it before lapping at the whipped cream and teasing the erect with his tongue.
Whimpering, Jungwoo squirmed shyly beneath him, grabbing onto the waistband of Lucas’s boxers, his back arching as the second was given the same treatment.
Grabbing another berry from the bowl, Lucas placed the between his teeth and leaned in for a kiss, offering it to Jungwoo.
The singer let out a faint moan of appreciation at the taste, swallowing the juices eagerly, his lips as Lucas sprayed whipped cream into his mouth as a chaser.
“Mh, that was good, but I think you taste better.” Lucas flashed a sinful smile before turning his lover over and kissing down his spine, making him shiver. “Face down up.”
Jungwoo immediately complied, too embarrassed to want to be seen anyways as he knew what was coming, well, mostly anyways. He wasn’t expecting the squirt of whipped cream to his hole. It was cold, but the tongue that burrowed into him was warm, creating a delicious contrast that had him screaming and gripping the sheets.
Spreading Jungwoo’s cheeks wider, Lucas pushed his tongue as deep as he could get it, ing it in and out of his lover, the gorgeous sounds making his ache in need.
It didn’t take long for Jungwoo to explode, his hole clenching around Lucas’ tongue as he dirtied the bedding with thick ropes of .
Pleased with himself and desperate to finally be inside his lover, Lucas on his own fingers, coating them in a nice sheen of saliva before carefully easing them into Jungwoo’s entrance, stretching him thoroughly. By the time he was done, Jungwoo was already hard again and rearing to go.
Sitting up on his knees, Lucas positioned himself behind the Korean boy, gently entering the tight heat that squeezed him so good, it nearly took his breath away. Jungwoo immediately clenched around his , and Lucas groaned and massaged his lips lightly, coaxing him to relax.
Once Jungwoo was ready, Lucas pulled almost all of the way out before pushing balls deep into him, repeating the process a few times before giving a few shallow s. “, baby… you’re s-so tight…” he moaned, pressing kisses to Jungwoo’s back as he sped up.
Jungwoo let out a string of delicate, breathy moans, which increased in volume as Lucas ed him harder and deeper, sending jolts of pleasure through him with every . After several beautiful moments of ecstasy, he couldn’t take it anymore. His toes curled in pure bliss as he reached his second , his walls clamping down on Lucas’ .
With a loud groan, Lucas shot his load deep into his lover, clutching his hips tightly as he filled him. Panting, he pulled out, tired, sated, and happy, gently turning Jungwoo over and pulling him close to his chest to snuggle.
“Cas, I’m so messy now…” Jungwoo groaned, curling against him with a yawn. “This is gonna be dripping out of me for ages.” he scrunched his nose.
“At least when you leave here, you’ll be taking a part of me with you.” Lucas chuckled proudly and pecked his head. “Rest. I’ll clean you up later.”
Closing his eyes, Jungwoo was too tired to object, and he soon dozed off.
Lucas watched his adorable lover sleep until he felt his own eyes closing. Just as he was settling into a good dream, he heard the familiar voice of his manager yelling.
“WHO THE ATE MY STRAWBERRIES?!”
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