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“Where is everyone?” You ask, walking towards him. He sits there, a microphone in hand, hanging just between his legs. You pull a seat next to him.
“They all went out to get drinks and snacks. I’m just here resting.” He says looking at you.
“Didn’t know you were wearing those tonight.” You say, shocked by the shade, “You don't wear contacts often, do you?”
“Not really, but I felt like it fitted for the performance.” He sinks into his seat, his legs spreading just a bit further. You can't help but watch the way he holds the silver mic in hand. The grip he has on it, the way his hands grasp on the handle, and how suggestive it is placed.
He catches you staring, and clears his throat. You look up at him, and back at the object at hand.
“Must be tired, aren’t you?” Your voice lowers into a soft whisper. “The guys won't be back until-”
“They’ll probably be back in 5 minutes.” He replies, catching on to your motives. “You think that’s enough time?” He gives you a smirk, moving the microphone up and down, his hand maneuvering around the handle, keeping his eyes on yours.
You slowly rise up from your seat, moving only a few steps to stand in between his legs. You rest your hands on his thighs, and sink down to meet what lays between his legs.
“I think that is more than enough time.” You hum. The cool metal meets your lips, planting a soft kiss at the tip. Your eyes slowly shift upwards, your hands exploring the muscle that accentuates from his jeans, as a finger makes its way to his zipper.
“Put it down, Jongho.” You softly say resting your head on his thigh, fiddling with his zipper. He gives you a small smile, taking the microphone away and setting it where you once sat. He takes his hand and cups your cheek, his thumb imprinting soft circles on it, guiding you closer to him.
You shift your gaze down to his bulge and you lean slightly forward feeling the rough texture of his jeans on your lips. A finger trails towards the button of his jeans unclasping it, the zipper going down with it. You tug at the sides of his pants. He takes the hint, lifting his hips just enough to reveal the growing ache that's been there since you stepped foot into the room.
Your eyes widen and head tilts back at the sight of his glistening cock, the tip of his length dripping in precum. You lean forward letting it gloss your lips. He takes his length in hand, the same way he held the mic, giving himself a few pumps.
“Open.” He commands in a low voice.
Your jaw slacks open as he inserts himself in the warmth of your mouth. You place your hands over his, taking hold of his length. He slips his hand away, threading it in your hair. You sink in further until the tip reaches the back of your throat, pulling back slowly feeling the veins rise on your tongue. Soft moans leave him as you catch a glimpse of his head tilting back revealing his neck.
The saltiness of his arousal coats your mouth. You pull back, licking your lips, moving your hands up and down, taking your thumb around the tip, and back down.
“Jongho..,” you moan out his name, stroking him slowly, “look at me.” He slowly brings his head back up, tightening the grip on your head.
“Watch me.” You say with a smirk.
You lock eyes with him and stick your tongue out taking the tip of his cock slowly rubbing it up and down, coating him further in your saliva, sucking in the head before pulling out to slide your tongue all down his underside and back up to the tip. You let a small breath and relax your throat to take in all his length. He guides you down and you moan into him as you reach the base, sending vibrations throughout his body. A small whimper escapes past his lips, his hips involuntarily bucking.
A slow pace is set wanting to take the time to feel all of him, to savor each stroke. He watches you from above, admiring how his cock goes in and out of your mouth, how your eyes are closed and concentrated, and how far it goes down your throat. You can hear soft pants leave him as you feel him tightening the grip on your hair begging for you to move faster.
You allow yourself to go limp, letting him take you, enjoying and getting off on how your mouth is making him crumble. His staggered breathing only gets louder pushing you in faster and deeper, saliva and precum drip down the corners of your mouth. He begins to roll his hips thrusting into you, making you moan.
“Ah..fuck.” He lets out, “Do that again.”
A guttural moan is let out that makes his breath hitch as he bites his lip. Each new moan and whimper increases his pace, captivated by the vibrations that only push him further to his climax. The room is filled with the sounds of you slurping as he drags you up and down his cock uncaring if it hurts you as long as it brings him pleasure. Making sure you take all of him with each stroke, enjoying the way the tip hits the back of your throat. His head falls back, getting lost in the bliss. His face begins to scrunch, his pace getting messy, and you begin to feel his cock twitching inside. His grip now pressing into your scalp making you wince, the sound pulsating throughout his length. He bobs your head back and forth in a quickening tempo chasing his orgasm. His breath quickens, small whimpers leaving him, his grasp faltering as he pushes you into him.
A warmth coats your mouth and your lips tighten around his cock making sure to take in and swallow all of his cum. His jaw hangs open reaching euphoria. He leaves you there for a second before slowly pulling you away from him. He watches how his cock drags out your mouth, a string of cum connecting his tip and your lip before breaking away.
You look at him with blissed out eyes and a smile. He lets go of your hair and your head falls forward, and then side to side. You can hear the zipping of his jeans, and then a soft hand is placed on your shoulder. He stands there over you, sinking down to meet you at your level. He takes the sleeve of his jacket and wipes your mouth in a soft motion. He then leans forward leaving a soft kiss on your lips.
“Not feeling too tired now?” You say in a small laugh.
“No, thank you for asking.” He chuckles. “C’mon, get up.” He takes a hold of your hand raising you up from the floor. You stretch out your legs, sore from being on the ground.
“Do you want anything?” He asks.
“Anything?” You say with a mischievous look.
“Yes, anything.” He laughs.
“Hmm, then buy me a beer, I could use something to cool me down.” You take a small step towards him. “Sounds good, doesn’t it?”
“I think it does.” He smiles, taking your hand in his leading you towards the door.