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Re: wc!au: team dage [c] - hotel room sex
(Anonymous) 2014-07-10 07:58 am (UTC)(link)Re: wc!au: team dage [c] - hotel room sex
(Anonymous) 2014-07-10 07:58 am (UTC)(link)his managers are in a filthy mood.
“fucking bullshit,” his manager youngmin mutters.
the other one is rummaging through his bag furiously and fishing out the love notes and garbage the fans had slipped into it. “i told them to get us bodyguards but they insisted that we pay that ridiculous amount of money.”
“well, maybe we should have,” youngmin snaps back. “that was pure animalism.”
luhan tunes them out easily and sends a text message, his fingers flying over the keys. his placid smile turns into a real one when a reply pops up on the screen.
“307,” it says.
by the time they get to the hotel there’s already another crowd waiting outside for them. luhan fights his way through again, this time considerably more annoyed. he makes a beeline for the lift.
“hey, hey, we need to check in,” youngmin says, grabbing luhan’s hand.
luhan shrugs it off. “i’m going to the others’ room first,” he says. “text me when you’re done.” he waves away their protests and hops into the lift before they can grab him again. the hotel is palatial, and the plush corridor is lined with vases filled with fresh flowers. luhan’s expensively sneakered feet pick up speed as he darts down the corridor looking for the room.
he raps at 307, and only has to wait around three seconds until he hears someone undoing the latch and pulling it open.
he slips in quickly, and, just as quickly, rams kim minseok up against the door, an elbow propped up next to minseok’s head, hips grinding insistently into his.
“i thought of you all day,” he says huskily, fingers fisting in minseok’s thick hair. minseok slaps a hand across luhan’s mouth and grins that gummy crooked smile of his, pleased. then he presses a finger against luhan’s lips and lines his mouth up against the shell of luhan’s ear.
“jongdae is in the toilet,” minseok says quietly. luhan is taken aback for a moment, then looks at the bedroom properly and sees a backpack on the double bed that is unmistakably chen’s.
“why are you sleeping with other men?” luhan says with a pout, but he’s speaking more quietly now. they stay still, foreheads against each other’s, eyes closed. then there’s a loud squeaking sound, jongdae trying to figure out the shower knobs. the shower comes on and the two of them stifle their laughter as jongdae’s singing filters through the walls and fills the room.
“noisy brat,” minseok says, then moves to disentangle their limbs. luhan resists and tightens his hold on the smaller man, leaning closer. a big smirk blossoms across his face and he has a look minseok recognizes.
“how long does jongdae take in the shower? ten minutes?” minseok starts to answer, but luhan is already covering his mouth with his, breath hot, fingers already cupping the front of minseok’s tightening jeans. “hello there,” he coos. “you must’ve missed me.”
minseok groans softly. “you’re such a fucking cheeseball,” he says, unbuttoning his jeans as luhan sinks to his knees and nuzzles his thighs. jongdae is singing ‘breath’ now, covering zhang liyin’s parts as well in a falsetto.
“toooouching youuuuuu,” luhan mouths along with jongdae, fingers wrapped around minseok’s erect dick, then smiles up at a chortling minseok before taking him in his mouth, sucking so hard minseok lets out an involuntary gasp and cards his fingers through luhan’s hair for balance as his knees grow weak. “look at the tenderness of my tears,” luhan lipsyncs dramatically with minseok’s dick throbbing in his hand. minseok glares down at luhan and bucks his hips into luhan’s hand, as if to say are you kidding me right now?
luhan snaps back into action, his head bobbing up and down in a consistent rhythm as he works minseok’s pants further down his legs for more leeway. his hands reach up to cup minseok’s pert ass in each hand, squeezing hard.
pausing to draw breath, he gazes up at minseok as he pulls his cock out of his mouth slowly, puckering his lips deliberately the way minseok likes it. his eyes are glassy and his cheeks are flushed very fetchingly.
“you really have a gorgeous face,” minseok tells him sincerely. luhan raises an eyebrow. “especially when my dick is on it,” he adds, then pushes into luhan’s mouth again. minseok takes control this time, planting his feet wide and balancing with a hand on his hip and the other in luhan’s hair, fucking luhan’s mouth in strong languid thrusts. luhan’s lips slurp up every inch of him, even as he hits the back of luhan’s throat. minseok is close now, luhan can tell from the way his lover’s back is arching and his face is contorted into a grimace. luhan keeps his head steady and lips pliant as minseok starts moving faster and faster, then rocks backwards on his heels after minseok’s cum hits the back of his throat. keeping his eyes closed, he waits until minseok’s shot his load all over his face, then grins up at minseok. his face is positively glowing with all that cum on him, and minseok smiles fondly as he pulls luhan up and licks his face clean.
he’s about to pull luhan in for another kiss when luhan freezes. they hear it at the same time--the silence. jongdae’s stopped singing.
they scramble to yank minseok’s pants up and luhan’s wiping his face on his sleeve when--“BABY DON’T CRYYYYY,” jongdae yodels again, still safely in the bathroom.
relieved, minseok sags against the door and luhan buries his head in the crook of minseok’s neck. his lips brush against minseok’s skin, making minseok shiver.
“my turn?” luhan suggests quietly. minseok snorts and shoves him off, leaving luhan standing bewildered and alone at the door, his boner sticking out sadly. minseok leaps on the bed, shouting “jongdae-yah! luhan is here!”
“but--but--” luhan sputters.
jongdae stops singing and hollers, “hello luhan hyung!”
“maybe if you can figure out a way to make him change rooms with you,” minseok says cruelly, then rolls over and wiggles his cute butt at a crushed luhan.
Re: wc!au: team dage [c] - hotel room sex
(Anonymous) 2014-07-10 08:47 am (UTC)(link)Re: wc!au: team dage [c] - hotel room sex
(Anonymous) 2014-07-10 12:52 pm (UTC)(link)