SS501 - Jung Min/HJ2
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snoozing_kittenTitle: Porno Star
Pairing: None (Jung Min/Hyung Jun/Hyun Joong), implied Jung Min/Hyun Joong
Rating: NC-17
Summary: In which Young Saeng and Kyu Jong pick a bad time to go grocery shopping and Hyung Jun is finally invited to watch porn with the boys.
Hyung Jun thought that it had to mean something that he was finally allowed to join them. That it made him a man, that or he finally whined his way into being included, one of them caving after constant pressure, probably leader because Jung Min took too much pleasure in holding things over his head to relent without something big in return. Experience told him that with Jung Min it was all about winning the small battles and dodging the interest. Hyun Joong at least on the surface is easier to handle, he’s all lazy smiles and lazier movement not an ounce of waster energy, and beneath all of that he’s quick with a mind sharp as a razor effortlessly watching over all of them. With the two of them together who knew what they were capable of. He wasn’t sure what to expect and his stomach tightened a little in a fluttery mass of nerves.
It wasn’t like he didn’t watch porn.
He just usually did it alone. When everyone was gone and with his laptop balanced on the bed in front of him, and he was usually half-listening to make sure no one came home early. It would be so embarrassing to be caught. It wasn’t that they didn’t know, hell it was a communal thing with a flash drive with contents that constantly changed but were rarely discussed, but still having anyone else there would be new and when he was alone and thought about it, maybe a little exciting and a little embarrassing. For a moment he wondered if he should dress up, wear some jeans or something, maybe even brush his hair, but that seemed dumb and so his old grey sweats would do, bare foot and with a blue wife-beater. With no one to impress his hair was still a mess from this morning but he had shaved and washed up a little out of nerves, so he didn’t look like a complete hobo.
He knocked on Jung Min’s door, heart pounding in his throat. He was used to performing through nerves, in fact if he didn’t this time Jung Min would never ever let him live it down.
“What’s the secret password?” The other man called through the wood and he heard Hyun Joong snort in response to the question and like that some of his nerves released as he rolled his eyes. It was just him and the guys.
“Fuck you.” He sneered and Jung Min paused.
“Wrong, try again.” He simply opened the door and walked in, Jung Min frowned at him and Hyun Joong was grinning lazily. “You didn’t get the password.”
“It was ‘Jung Min is queen bitch’.” Leader offered helpfully and Jung Min slapped his shoulder narrowing his eyes at them, but the corners of his lips were twitching like he was trying not to smile. The rest of his nerves smoothed like wrinkles in fabric, this was normal the three of them just hanging out, it helped that neither of them were dressed any differently, Jung Min in a pair of plaid pyjama pants and a thin pink t-shirt and Hyun Joong in a navy track suit unzipped far enough to show he didn’t bother with a shirt underneath, neither of them had even bothered with contacts. His toes were bare too, only Jung Min wore socks, brightly coloured stripped toe-socks but that was just so him that Hyung Jun simply smiled and moved over to sit on the other side of Jung Min where there was a spot on his bed just big enough for him to sit in.
His left side was pressed all along Jung Min’s and he could feel the slight movement of him breathing, his fingers bunched in the material of his sweatpants. He wasn’t nervous anymore, but anticipation was bright on the end of his tongue like sweet candy.
“So can we get on with it?” Jung Min poked at Hyun Joong’s elbow and the other man grunted, shifted around until he was slouching, digging in blankets around him for the remote. He wasn’t sure where Hyun Joong got his stuff, but he always had the best, American, no censoring and hot as hell. This one didn’t look like it was going to disappoint either, the title menu was a woman with impossibly large boobs wearing a mini-top that exposed the tops of her large dark nipples, she was cupping them in small hands, wickedly long nails resting against the evenly tanned flesh. He could feel himself getting excited already, heart beating a little faster and a tightening in his gut that had nothing to do with nerves and everything to do with American plastic surgery. She was hot and he was going to get to see her pounded by some Sasquatch with an inhumanly large dick.
Hyun Joong pressed play, and tossed the remote back into the bedding where he had found it. As the movie began Hyung Jun shifted some more, Jung Min’s bed was large but there was no way for the three of them to sit without touching somewhere, as it was he’d managed it so he wasn’t plastered to the other man’s side but he was still uncomfortably aware of his movements right beside him. Why they did it in here and instead of the living room probably had to do with Jung Min’s large tv, high-definition pussy, his favourite kind.
There was some back story, women with skimpy tops and too much make-up speaking, Hyung Jun couldn’t really understand what they were saying every fourth or fifth word filtering through. It wasn’t really all that important; he was more focused on the way glossed lips seemed to be drawling out the words, exaggerated facial expressions telling their own half of the plot. He was sure the dialogue he was missing was quite witty.
“Oh Angel your boobs are so huge!” Jung Min said his voice high and fake-girly.
“Not at big as yours Cindy!” Which didn’t sound nearly as convincing as Jung Min’s falsetto, coupled with the fact that he slurred ‘shhindy’ but Hyung Jun chuckled all the same.
That probably was what they were saying because between one breath and the next they were groping each other’s breasts and kissing, well it wasn’t so much as kissing as trying to swallow the other woman’s tongue while showing off as much of it as possible at the same time. It looked sloppy, slick pink tongues and glittery lip gloss sliding all together, breathy little moans as fingers found nipples through translucent or tight tops and he could feel his dick perking up, belly getting tighter. He loved kissing like that, all collagen lips soft and rough alternately against his own, tongue pushing its way into his mouth. Sloppy kisses, ‘I’m going to fuck you do good’ kisses and he could feel his face flushing. He always blushed when he got aroused, his ears turning first with the tops of his cheeks then flushing down his chest. He face already felt a little hot.
It just had to be lesbians. There was a surprisingly soft noise from beside him, Jung Min sinking deeper into his slouch, spreading his thighs a little, one girl was fully naked now, with one foot propped up on the sofa, completely splayed for the other girl’s tongue and fingers. Glittery nail polish, the rest of her fingers slick from where they had been sliding inside, the lurid red folds contrasting with pale thighs and pink tongue, all together providing him with a visual feast. Then the rest of the clothes came off and the cock came out. His face was unimportant the camera barely sparing him a pan, a cheap suit on, and they just pulled that huge dick trough the zip, flushed red skin and a shiny head. Jung Min made another soft noise.
“Like that.” Leader breathed softly and Hyung Jun needed to look, had to see, across Jung Min’s thighs where he was rubbing himself through his pj bottoms with his clever fingers rubbing the outline of his cock and a single finger making small circles where the head was. Hyun Joong hadn’t bothered with the clothing fore-play, just shifted his hips up and pulled his pants down to his thighs. His legs were a little hairy, coarse black hair, and his dick, god well he could be a porn star and it looked even better with one of his long-fingered almost-delicate hands wrapped around it emphasizing the length. Porn indeed, but oddly he was smiling, a flash of teeth and the curl of his lips. If the toe socks are so Jung Min, then that lazy little grin is so Hyun Joong.
Emboldened Hyung Jun managed to get his own pants down just a little, the shimmy putting him out of contact with Jung Min. He doesn’t stroke, isn’t all the way hard yet, just held himself feeling the thrum of blood just under his fingers and the soft skin there. He’s not ashamed to say, well in his own head, that it isn’t just the porn doing this, there is a lot to be said about the two men next to him. The women mouthing the cock on the screen have nothing on Jung Min’s mouth, his perfect cupid’s bow, all lush and maybe he liked the same sort of desperate kissing that he did. One of the women on screen takes that freaky cock down to the root, making a faint choking sound as she does, pulling back with a fierce look on his face and spitting on it so the other woman could take it too.
He’s completely hard now, holding the base of his dick and squeezing softly, the other hand playing with the paper-tissue softness of his balls, rolling them in his palm. One of the women is sprawled on the couch again, the same way Hyun Joong likes to do when he watched tv all sprawling limbs, and the other is face down in her pussy moaning into the wetness as the man pounds her from behind. Jung Min wiggled, leaning all his weight up against his left side and Hyung Jun’s breath caught in his throat, dick twitching at the warmth and the longer bits of hair that tickled his bare shoulder. It’s just him pushing down his pants though; flannel fabric pooling at his knees and giving him room to splay his thighs. Pale thighs which are almost distracting through the wet sounds and lusty moans from the television flashing in his peripheral vision.
He can’t not compare, his own dick is a little bigger then Jung Min’s but the other man’s cock is pretty in a way he’s never seen before, all delicate skin and long slenderness. Hyun Joong’s cock on the other hand is blunt and actually kind of terrifying, not quite up to par with the obvious fakeness of the actor, but almost.
They’ve switched positions again, the man on his back and both the girls on him, they’ve switched out the other girl riding his dick while her friend rides his face, the two of them making out in that desperate way that really made his blood boil. Hands grab at boobs, fingers finding nails and the interplay of manicure and nipple had his thrusting shallowly into the warm tunnel of his fist. The shift in their own movement means that when Jung Min moved his arm Hyung Jun could feel the movement in his shoulder. It’s dirty and it’s hot as hell. He bit back a sound, something rumbling deep in his chest, an aborted whimper at the sensations running through his body.
He felt naughty, and while the women are moaning lustily and spitting obscenities from between rouged lips, stretching wide to take fat cock there is also the steady slap of skin that accompanied Jung Min and Hyun Joong jerking off.
He was just getting really into it, hips twitching up into his hand, and orgasm tightening his stomach when they stopped and shifted around again. Now the guy was sitting on the couch, and one of the girls was astride his hips, guiding his cock into her. His mind stuttered for a moment, whirling without clicking and then Jung Min made a soft ‘oh’ sound and Hyung Jun cut a look to him seeing the flush high on his face, he was sucking on his own bottom lip looking riveted. God, that was almost hotter than watching her sink down on him taking the guy in her ass and making exaggerated ‘ooh’ sounds. But that paled in the intensity in Jung Min’s reaction, he was breathless with it and god, with half of his focus on the images on the screen with the other girl enthusiastically licking everything down there with a long agile tongue running over her swollen red clit and pressing down even to where the glossy rubber of the condom was stretching her open.
“Oh god.” Jung Min moaned softly. He was so unashamed of his arousal, that it sent a fission of heat to the base of his brain, resonating in his balls. That was so hot. He pressed hard at the base of his cock pushing down the vein that ran the length, he could feel the hammer of his pulse, but the sharp sting of it managed to get him back under control.
“You really like that.” Hyun Joong said, his voice deep, and a smirk in his gravelly words.
“You know I do.” Jung Min’s voice was deep too, vibrating from his chest and Hyun Jun swore he could feel it in the air between them.
It went on like that for a bit, Jung Min obviously on edge, and pulling Hyung Jun with him, he happened to look over, movement in his peripheral vision catching his attention. The shiny head of the older man’s dick was peeking from between his fingers, legs splayed so he could roll his balls between his fingers. The movement he saw was Hyun Joong’s hand stealing over, and as he watched in rapt attention as long fingers didn’t so much as touch Jung Min’s dick but instead stole across the inside of his thigh. He pinched, Hyun Joong saw the flesh squeezing between his fingers then Jung Min was coming with a muted wail, all high and breathy sounding. Fuck the tv, watching sticky whiteness spread across Jung Min’s fingers splashing on his tanned and tight tummy up to where his shirt was rucked up.
Hyung Jun accidentally bit down too hard on his own tongue.
It hurt, enough that he didn’t come himself but it was close, almost painful like it stopped half way down his spine, blocked up but so ready to go. He stopped pumping, just holding himself, heat searing his palm. Mind a blank litany of ohgodohgodsofuckinghot. The porn was still playing, one of the girls was coming or making sounds like she was and it was just fizzing through his mind.
“Relax, it’s not a competition.” Leader’s voice was like deep silk. “Just let go.”
So he did. It ripped through his head and straight to his dick in a matter of moments. For that one electrifying moment his nervous system was firing all at once, neurons failing and it was so intense it was almost painful. It was the best kind of bliss, bright behind his eyelids like flashing stars when he pressed his eyelids too tight. It rushed out of his balls like a wave of fire, wet warmth splashing all over his hand and leaking wetly between his fingers. Fuck that was a rush.
He watched with dazed eyes, the screen was showing the two women sucking his cock again, their lips meeting over the shiny head of his dick. Wet skin sliding and Hyun Joong was still going, that stupid dopey grin on his face, hips moving in lazy counterpoint to his fist. Jung Min was slumped between them, rubbing at the spot of cum on his shirt absently, half watching the tv and half watching Hyun Joong brining himself off. He came when come splashed in the woman’s mouth, a small grunt low in his throat as his whole body jerked faintly coming all over his stomach. It was messy, and his dick twitched in response blood wanting to pulse and settle low in his cock but he was still too rung out from the last one.
They watched the rest of the scene just hanging out, in more ways than one, long enough for both of the girls to get off on his hands.
“The next scene is Kyu Jong’s favourite, we’ll wait for him.” Jung Min said faintly.
--
Later that night Hyung Jun wasn’t too shocked to find himself jerking off in the shower to the mental picture of his band mates; in fact he would have been much more surprised if he hadn’t. With the water cascading down his back and his eyes pressed into his forearm propped against the tile wall, it had been so cold it almost burned when he first put it there. Back bowed and free hand curled around his dick. In his mind’s eye there is Hyun Joong laying on his back, one arm tucked behind his head, grinning smugly. Then, he has a lot to be smug about, Jung Min, gorgeously naked working himself up and down Hyun Joong’s dick, moaning as he took it.
He didn’t feel too bad about it at all, it was their fault really. His ass clenched just thinking about it, god, all that girth stretching him open. But it was okay because in his fantasy it was Jung Min riding moby dick.
He realized with a start that he was never ever going to be able to keep a straight face the next time someone asked him what he envied about Hyun Joong.
Pairing: None (Jung Min/Hyung Jun/Hyun Joong), implied Jung Min/Hyun Joong
Rating: NC-17
Summary: In which Young Saeng and Kyu Jong pick a bad time to go grocery shopping and Hyung Jun is finally invited to watch porn with the boys.
Hyung Jun thought that it had to mean something that he was finally allowed to join them. That it made him a man, that or he finally whined his way into being included, one of them caving after constant pressure, probably leader because Jung Min took too much pleasure in holding things over his head to relent without something big in return. Experience told him that with Jung Min it was all about winning the small battles and dodging the interest. Hyun Joong at least on the surface is easier to handle, he’s all lazy smiles and lazier movement not an ounce of waster energy, and beneath all of that he’s quick with a mind sharp as a razor effortlessly watching over all of them. With the two of them together who knew what they were capable of. He wasn’t sure what to expect and his stomach tightened a little in a fluttery mass of nerves.
It wasn’t like he didn’t watch porn.
He just usually did it alone. When everyone was gone and with his laptop balanced on the bed in front of him, and he was usually half-listening to make sure no one came home early. It would be so embarrassing to be caught. It wasn’t that they didn’t know, hell it was a communal thing with a flash drive with contents that constantly changed but were rarely discussed, but still having anyone else there would be new and when he was alone and thought about it, maybe a little exciting and a little embarrassing. For a moment he wondered if he should dress up, wear some jeans or something, maybe even brush his hair, but that seemed dumb and so his old grey sweats would do, bare foot and with a blue wife-beater. With no one to impress his hair was still a mess from this morning but he had shaved and washed up a little out of nerves, so he didn’t look like a complete hobo.
He knocked on Jung Min’s door, heart pounding in his throat. He was used to performing through nerves, in fact if he didn’t this time Jung Min would never ever let him live it down.
“What’s the secret password?” The other man called through the wood and he heard Hyun Joong snort in response to the question and like that some of his nerves released as he rolled his eyes. It was just him and the guys.
“Fuck you.” He sneered and Jung Min paused.
“Wrong, try again.” He simply opened the door and walked in, Jung Min frowned at him and Hyun Joong was grinning lazily. “You didn’t get the password.”
“It was ‘Jung Min is queen bitch’.” Leader offered helpfully and Jung Min slapped his shoulder narrowing his eyes at them, but the corners of his lips were twitching like he was trying not to smile. The rest of his nerves smoothed like wrinkles in fabric, this was normal the three of them just hanging out, it helped that neither of them were dressed any differently, Jung Min in a pair of plaid pyjama pants and a thin pink t-shirt and Hyun Joong in a navy track suit unzipped far enough to show he didn’t bother with a shirt underneath, neither of them had even bothered with contacts. His toes were bare too, only Jung Min wore socks, brightly coloured stripped toe-socks but that was just so him that Hyung Jun simply smiled and moved over to sit on the other side of Jung Min where there was a spot on his bed just big enough for him to sit in.
His left side was pressed all along Jung Min’s and he could feel the slight movement of him breathing, his fingers bunched in the material of his sweatpants. He wasn’t nervous anymore, but anticipation was bright on the end of his tongue like sweet candy.
“So can we get on with it?” Jung Min poked at Hyun Joong’s elbow and the other man grunted, shifted around until he was slouching, digging in blankets around him for the remote. He wasn’t sure where Hyun Joong got his stuff, but he always had the best, American, no censoring and hot as hell. This one didn’t look like it was going to disappoint either, the title menu was a woman with impossibly large boobs wearing a mini-top that exposed the tops of her large dark nipples, she was cupping them in small hands, wickedly long nails resting against the evenly tanned flesh. He could feel himself getting excited already, heart beating a little faster and a tightening in his gut that had nothing to do with nerves and everything to do with American plastic surgery. She was hot and he was going to get to see her pounded by some Sasquatch with an inhumanly large dick.
Hyun Joong pressed play, and tossed the remote back into the bedding where he had found it. As the movie began Hyung Jun shifted some more, Jung Min’s bed was large but there was no way for the three of them to sit without touching somewhere, as it was he’d managed it so he wasn’t plastered to the other man’s side but he was still uncomfortably aware of his movements right beside him. Why they did it in here and instead of the living room probably had to do with Jung Min’s large tv, high-definition pussy, his favourite kind.
There was some back story, women with skimpy tops and too much make-up speaking, Hyung Jun couldn’t really understand what they were saying every fourth or fifth word filtering through. It wasn’t really all that important; he was more focused on the way glossed lips seemed to be drawling out the words, exaggerated facial expressions telling their own half of the plot. He was sure the dialogue he was missing was quite witty.
“Oh Angel your boobs are so huge!” Jung Min said his voice high and fake-girly.
“Not at big as yours Cindy!” Which didn’t sound nearly as convincing as Jung Min’s falsetto, coupled with the fact that he slurred ‘shhindy’ but Hyung Jun chuckled all the same.
That probably was what they were saying because between one breath and the next they were groping each other’s breasts and kissing, well it wasn’t so much as kissing as trying to swallow the other woman’s tongue while showing off as much of it as possible at the same time. It looked sloppy, slick pink tongues and glittery lip gloss sliding all together, breathy little moans as fingers found nipples through translucent or tight tops and he could feel his dick perking up, belly getting tighter. He loved kissing like that, all collagen lips soft and rough alternately against his own, tongue pushing its way into his mouth. Sloppy kisses, ‘I’m going to fuck you do good’ kisses and he could feel his face flushing. He always blushed when he got aroused, his ears turning first with the tops of his cheeks then flushing down his chest. He face already felt a little hot.
It just had to be lesbians. There was a surprisingly soft noise from beside him, Jung Min sinking deeper into his slouch, spreading his thighs a little, one girl was fully naked now, with one foot propped up on the sofa, completely splayed for the other girl’s tongue and fingers. Glittery nail polish, the rest of her fingers slick from where they had been sliding inside, the lurid red folds contrasting with pale thighs and pink tongue, all together providing him with a visual feast. Then the rest of the clothes came off and the cock came out. His face was unimportant the camera barely sparing him a pan, a cheap suit on, and they just pulled that huge dick trough the zip, flushed red skin and a shiny head. Jung Min made another soft noise.
“Like that.” Leader breathed softly and Hyung Jun needed to look, had to see, across Jung Min’s thighs where he was rubbing himself through his pj bottoms with his clever fingers rubbing the outline of his cock and a single finger making small circles where the head was. Hyun Joong hadn’t bothered with the clothing fore-play, just shifted his hips up and pulled his pants down to his thighs. His legs were a little hairy, coarse black hair, and his dick, god well he could be a porn star and it looked even better with one of his long-fingered almost-delicate hands wrapped around it emphasizing the length. Porn indeed, but oddly he was smiling, a flash of teeth and the curl of his lips. If the toe socks are so Jung Min, then that lazy little grin is so Hyun Joong.
Emboldened Hyung Jun managed to get his own pants down just a little, the shimmy putting him out of contact with Jung Min. He doesn’t stroke, isn’t all the way hard yet, just held himself feeling the thrum of blood just under his fingers and the soft skin there. He’s not ashamed to say, well in his own head, that it isn’t just the porn doing this, there is a lot to be said about the two men next to him. The women mouthing the cock on the screen have nothing on Jung Min’s mouth, his perfect cupid’s bow, all lush and maybe he liked the same sort of desperate kissing that he did. One of the women on screen takes that freaky cock down to the root, making a faint choking sound as she does, pulling back with a fierce look on his face and spitting on it so the other woman could take it too.
He’s completely hard now, holding the base of his dick and squeezing softly, the other hand playing with the paper-tissue softness of his balls, rolling them in his palm. One of the women is sprawled on the couch again, the same way Hyun Joong likes to do when he watched tv all sprawling limbs, and the other is face down in her pussy moaning into the wetness as the man pounds her from behind. Jung Min wiggled, leaning all his weight up against his left side and Hyung Jun’s breath caught in his throat, dick twitching at the warmth and the longer bits of hair that tickled his bare shoulder. It’s just him pushing down his pants though; flannel fabric pooling at his knees and giving him room to splay his thighs. Pale thighs which are almost distracting through the wet sounds and lusty moans from the television flashing in his peripheral vision.
He can’t not compare, his own dick is a little bigger then Jung Min’s but the other man’s cock is pretty in a way he’s never seen before, all delicate skin and long slenderness. Hyun Joong’s cock on the other hand is blunt and actually kind of terrifying, not quite up to par with the obvious fakeness of the actor, but almost.
They’ve switched positions again, the man on his back and both the girls on him, they’ve switched out the other girl riding his dick while her friend rides his face, the two of them making out in that desperate way that really made his blood boil. Hands grab at boobs, fingers finding nails and the interplay of manicure and nipple had his thrusting shallowly into the warm tunnel of his fist. The shift in their own movement means that when Jung Min moved his arm Hyung Jun could feel the movement in his shoulder. It’s dirty and it’s hot as hell. He bit back a sound, something rumbling deep in his chest, an aborted whimper at the sensations running through his body.
He felt naughty, and while the women are moaning lustily and spitting obscenities from between rouged lips, stretching wide to take fat cock there is also the steady slap of skin that accompanied Jung Min and Hyun Joong jerking off.
He was just getting really into it, hips twitching up into his hand, and orgasm tightening his stomach when they stopped and shifted around again. Now the guy was sitting on the couch, and one of the girls was astride his hips, guiding his cock into her. His mind stuttered for a moment, whirling without clicking and then Jung Min made a soft ‘oh’ sound and Hyung Jun cut a look to him seeing the flush high on his face, he was sucking on his own bottom lip looking riveted. God, that was almost hotter than watching her sink down on him taking the guy in her ass and making exaggerated ‘ooh’ sounds. But that paled in the intensity in Jung Min’s reaction, he was breathless with it and god, with half of his focus on the images on the screen with the other girl enthusiastically licking everything down there with a long agile tongue running over her swollen red clit and pressing down even to where the glossy rubber of the condom was stretching her open.
“Oh god.” Jung Min moaned softly. He was so unashamed of his arousal, that it sent a fission of heat to the base of his brain, resonating in his balls. That was so hot. He pressed hard at the base of his cock pushing down the vein that ran the length, he could feel the hammer of his pulse, but the sharp sting of it managed to get him back under control.
“You really like that.” Hyun Joong said, his voice deep, and a smirk in his gravelly words.
“You know I do.” Jung Min’s voice was deep too, vibrating from his chest and Hyun Jun swore he could feel it in the air between them.
It went on like that for a bit, Jung Min obviously on edge, and pulling Hyung Jun with him, he happened to look over, movement in his peripheral vision catching his attention. The shiny head of the older man’s dick was peeking from between his fingers, legs splayed so he could roll his balls between his fingers. The movement he saw was Hyun Joong’s hand stealing over, and as he watched in rapt attention as long fingers didn’t so much as touch Jung Min’s dick but instead stole across the inside of his thigh. He pinched, Hyun Joong saw the flesh squeezing between his fingers then Jung Min was coming with a muted wail, all high and breathy sounding. Fuck the tv, watching sticky whiteness spread across Jung Min’s fingers splashing on his tanned and tight tummy up to where his shirt was rucked up.
Hyung Jun accidentally bit down too hard on his own tongue.
It hurt, enough that he didn’t come himself but it was close, almost painful like it stopped half way down his spine, blocked up but so ready to go. He stopped pumping, just holding himself, heat searing his palm. Mind a blank litany of ohgodohgodsofuckinghot. The porn was still playing, one of the girls was coming or making sounds like she was and it was just fizzing through his mind.
“Relax, it’s not a competition.” Leader’s voice was like deep silk. “Just let go.”
So he did. It ripped through his head and straight to his dick in a matter of moments. For that one electrifying moment his nervous system was firing all at once, neurons failing and it was so intense it was almost painful. It was the best kind of bliss, bright behind his eyelids like flashing stars when he pressed his eyelids too tight. It rushed out of his balls like a wave of fire, wet warmth splashing all over his hand and leaking wetly between his fingers. Fuck that was a rush.
He watched with dazed eyes, the screen was showing the two women sucking his cock again, their lips meeting over the shiny head of his dick. Wet skin sliding and Hyun Joong was still going, that stupid dopey grin on his face, hips moving in lazy counterpoint to his fist. Jung Min was slumped between them, rubbing at the spot of cum on his shirt absently, half watching the tv and half watching Hyun Joong brining himself off. He came when come splashed in the woman’s mouth, a small grunt low in his throat as his whole body jerked faintly coming all over his stomach. It was messy, and his dick twitched in response blood wanting to pulse and settle low in his cock but he was still too rung out from the last one.
They watched the rest of the scene just hanging out, in more ways than one, long enough for both of the girls to get off on his hands.
“The next scene is Kyu Jong’s favourite, we’ll wait for him.” Jung Min said faintly.
--
Later that night Hyung Jun wasn’t too shocked to find himself jerking off in the shower to the mental picture of his band mates; in fact he would have been much more surprised if he hadn’t. With the water cascading down his back and his eyes pressed into his forearm propped against the tile wall, it had been so cold it almost burned when he first put it there. Back bowed and free hand curled around his dick. In his mind’s eye there is Hyun Joong laying on his back, one arm tucked behind his head, grinning smugly. Then, he has a lot to be smug about, Jung Min, gorgeously naked working himself up and down Hyun Joong’s dick, moaning as he took it.
He didn’t feel too bad about it at all, it was their fault really. His ass clenched just thinking about it, god, all that girth stretching him open. But it was okay because in his fantasy it was Jung Min riding moby dick.
He realized with a start that he was never ever going to be able to keep a straight face the next time someone asked him what he envied about Hyun Joong.
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Date: 2009-12-19 09:01 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-12-20 06:15 am (UTC)Hyungjoon in the shower is just wow x]
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Date: 2010-01-17 10:09 pm (UTC)That was...
OH GOD.