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Title: Backstage Pass
Pairing: ShiHan
Rating: R
Word Count: 314
Warnings: Language, Minor Sexing.
Notes: Muse has gone walkabout and so the quality of my fic decreases greatly ._. NUMBER 50! Done for my Mission Insane claim, as inspired by Prompt 2: Purr of my Table: Unthemed 8.
Shiwon whines and HanKyung grins.
The younger doesn't think it's fair. There is a hand incredibly, torturously near the considerable bulge in his trousers and it's so fucking unfair that the Chinese man doesn't just move his hand onto it and be done with it. Or better yet, put it inside his trousers.
It's not really his fault. When he sees the object of all his desires move like that, body turning and freezing and sliding and popping, all confidence and in such tight, tight leather pants, how could he be expected to control himself?
"Someone... is ... eager." The accented words come with a smirk as fingertips take steps across the skin above his pants and the other continues to rub at Shiwon's thigh.
"Can't help it when you dance like that." Shiwon insists, his own hands appreciating the feel of the leather material on Geng's legs, wondering if it would be too pushy to buy the elder more in the hopes he'd wear them. He had intended to be doing the pouncing, and yet Geng had managed to get in control. Like always.
"Hmm... " Geng smiles, and its so evil and Shiwon's eyes widen as suddenly all stimulation is gone and the elder man is walking away, hips swinging salaciously.
"You're a fucking cocktease. Do you know that?" The younger calls after him with a groan and pained expression, shifting away from the wall they had been pressed to.
"We have a "Super Show" to do. Imagine how much better it's going to be when you have to wait." There is a laugh in the elders voice as he moves toward the stage again and after a moment of adjusting his jeans, Shiwon bites his lip, kicks one of the metal supports of the stage to let out some frustration and follows.
"Fine. But you're putting those pants on again when we get home."
Pairing: ShiHan
Rating: R
Word Count: 314
Warnings: Language, Minor Sexing.
Notes: Muse has gone walkabout and so the quality of my fic decreases greatly ._. NUMBER 50! Done for my Mission Insane claim, as inspired by Prompt 2: Purr of my Table: Unthemed 8.
Shiwon whines and HanKyung grins.
The younger doesn't think it's fair. There is a hand incredibly, torturously near the considerable bulge in his trousers and it's so fucking unfair that the Chinese man doesn't just move his hand onto it and be done with it. Or better yet, put it inside his trousers.
It's not really his fault. When he sees the object of all his desires move like that, body turning and freezing and sliding and popping, all confidence and in such tight, tight leather pants, how could he be expected to control himself?
"Someone... is ... eager." The accented words come with a smirk as fingertips take steps across the skin above his pants and the other continues to rub at Shiwon's thigh.
"Can't help it when you dance like that." Shiwon insists, his own hands appreciating the feel of the leather material on Geng's legs, wondering if it would be too pushy to buy the elder more in the hopes he'd wear them. He had intended to be doing the pouncing, and yet Geng had managed to get in control. Like always.
"Hmm... " Geng smiles, and its so evil and Shiwon's eyes widen as suddenly all stimulation is gone and the elder man is walking away, hips swinging salaciously.
"You're a fucking cocktease. Do you know that?" The younger calls after him with a groan and pained expression, shifting away from the wall they had been pressed to.
"We have a "Super Show" to do. Imagine how much better it's going to be when you have to wait." There is a laugh in the elders voice as he moves toward the stage again and after a moment of adjusting his jeans, Shiwon bites his lip, kicks one of the metal supports of the stage to let out some frustration and follows.
"Fine. But you're putting those pants on again when we get home."
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rushedCurrent Music: Fly Away - Goto Maki
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