fic: If You Want Something Done Right
Title: If You Want Something Done Right
Author: dria1029
Pairings: Onew-centric
Genre: PWP, Humor
Warnings: Language, onewfuckinghimselfwithhisowndicknoregretskthankxbai
Rating: NC-17
Summary: During one-on-Onew sexy time, Shinee’s leader figures out just how impeccably flexible his man bits are. Oh how lucky indeed.
Word Count: 2,500+
a/n: Personally, I’d rather learn how to suck my own dick. Without removing vertebrae and shit. So you’re on your own Jinki haha. LET ME WATCH THO O_O Oh and question guys: Has anyone else written a smut fic like this before? Or am I pioneering this thing? Lemme know <3
Division in the dorm had never been a big issue-all intermittent cliques aside. Usually they all agreed on the same thing for dinner. Most of the time the TV was unanimously turned to some cracked out variety show. And aside from Jonghyun's "evidence from that one time he got locked in a chicken coop", it was definitely the egg that came first.
However, there was one thing that made Onew stand out from the rest. Well, one thing he rather kept to himself, because barreling in on the conversation with such left-field, fool vomit would have surely turned heads and bombed cerebellums.
But nothing off-color, in his little mind. No, it wasn't strange at all that while the others drunkenly agreed that they would love to possess the ability to perform auto fellacio, the dark cheeked leader sulked in the outer circle wishing he could fuck himself instead.
In fact,, it had sort of become an obsession of his. Imagining it day in and day out, a film of fantasies in his head that involved spreading his thighs and stuffing his own erection into his tiny pink asshole.
An obsession because "rubbing one out" just wasn't enough anymore, letting the rest of them fuck him had gone dull and dry, and even though he wasn't as obnoxiously serious about it as that Minho, Onew couldn't resist a challenge. Especially one so steamy. (He'd have to pardon his narcissism for that one.)
The attraction was just a seed at first. He let his imagination run rampant for a while...before upgrading to something more efficient. Like porn.
Yet there wasn't much of his "preference" on the net, much to his disappointment. Really, how could he have even expected to find much self-screwing action under a category not many men were under due to their lack of, er, genitalia flexibility?
For Onew, there was that complexity (though the lack of variety didn't necessarily prevent him from stroking his dick raw with each viewing) and quite frankly, maybe that he was watching other men carry out his desire instead of watching-or even just downright doing it-himself lessened the effect on him anyway.
So it was decided that he'd do more than just blow white chunks from his mediocre yet vital education.
Onew would literally go fuck himself.
So he waited. None too patiently, and more anxiously than a guy who'd brought a knife to a gun fight. Still, there was bound to be one of those freaky days where the rest of his band mates would be MIA for several hours, leaving him to (they assumed) pig out and try on Key and Taemin's size "too fucking small for your plus sized, penis hugging thunder thighs" jeans out of boredom- and apparently, with no regard for self-preservation.
Oh, but the dancers' closets were locked this afternoon, and Onew had other tight, fashionably cock constricting things to assault.
Like his ass.
“Fuck!”
Which...didn't seem like it would be getting any play from its shiny, mammoth neighbor with the freshly shaven Peter Griffin chin attached.
"Oh fuck. Fuck, why isn't it working?" He puffed in frustration, abdomen crunched from this very exposed position. Unfortunately for him, it was the case of so far, so 'why the fuck did I even agree with me to do this?' already. Which was a shame, because he didn't even think he'd start coming to his not-so-(perverted) senses until he was at least five minutes in.
Alas, failure. While one hand was barely on the five, a hand with five gripped a barely friendly hard-on.
All thanks (or really, none) to all the gay porn and Rachel Ray and okay, a few episodes of Sailor Moon that he'd watched.
Groaning, he kept a stroking hand on his wet cock as he bent his legs back further, the other hand holding up his left thigh. Verbatim the videos he'd watched of those solo dolo homos; because grade school isn't, and wasn't going to be the end to his 'perfect student' card.
He'd been absolutely precise and relaxed up till this point. Lube practically jelled his entire nether area; appropriately greased with a few fingers into his Jinki-gina as visually instructed. He was flat on his back-decidedly in Jonghyun's bed because he couldn't assed with washing his own sheets after this risky ordeal and that he was too lazy and most immune to Jonghyun's bitching- with his legs back and knees slightly bent, holding that sweat inducing pose for what seemed hours.
Trying and failing to get his cock 100% stiff. Cause he'd only pull off this taboo feat if it was. It was the sole basis of the technique, the art of mono rabbit hole hunching. It depended on it.
But only several more persistently groin abusing strokes in did Onew realize his bad.
One: That behind the "get me off" thoughts, he secretly feared this would resemble that one scene in the American horror movie, Wishmaster 2, where an inmate wished his lawyer would go screw himself...and the poor guy did. To death. Very awkwardly.
Two: On the notion that One was farfetched and hinged to his stupid exaggeration, reason two would be more of a reasonable fear: He vaguely remembered, in his brief research about the kink, that guys with smaller cocks tend to be more successful in fucking themselves, as a man with a large cock might find it highly discomforting to try to twist his hard dong in a 180 degree angle into his stink cunt. The blogger's words, not Onew's.
Anyway, here was the sitch. And it was slowly driving into a wilderness of Nowheresville.
"No, fuck....no, glory hole guy! Glory hole guy. Not the fucking lawyer." His eyes clenched tighter as he beat his now red, veined-popped meat. The most important thing of all, nevertheless, was that he was a determined shit. That this was a challenge, and the sexual demon snooping around in his body wouldn't rest until he got this out of his system. As good as any incentives, right?
Fuck right.
A weak smile drizzled onto his lips. With every muscle under his face flap (tight), Onew picked up his hand's pace. And surely, surely, with the images of lewd conduct renewed, he was soon ramrod stiff. Hot iron, sinewy power and overmasculined-ized parody of a certain American monument.
He was so fucking ready now. At last.
Onew spread his voluptuous thighs even more, the gesture eliciting a silent, pained creak of resistance-one in that he was too enraptured to acknowledge, and so ignored it. Heart pounding and head full of moans and buried cocks and perked asses in front of an open oven , he reached down and cupped his sticky, soggy balls, faintly grazing his slicked down perianal hairs. Tugged them for a while as he relished the exquisite, cheap sensation of it. Then, with a taut swallow, began to pull them upwards...as if to pit them atop his hard cock, to make the two switch places.
"Fuck," he hissed. The stretch he expected, but the sensitivity was almost unbearable. Still, he sucked it up and did it until his jewels stopped (resisting) and he was more or less comfortable with the necessary pulling.
Next was his giant alpha dick.
Onew's face slightly paled.
But he could do this. He could. And after he got over the hardest part, he'd reap the rewards. That was the curriculum of life.
Embrace it or go home.
Both hands moved clockwise. Nuts up, dick down. Easier said than done, of course. Though in his defense, Onew would love to say that he prided himself on not complaining too much like a little b-
"Oh shit this hurts," he spat through gritted teeth. In a manly projection even though in his head, he said the same thing in a cracked up, Elmo squeak.
He tried to control his breathing, to distract from the unnatural pull downwards.
"Ohhhhhh fuuuuuuck."
Onew endured it for a minute longer before he plunged about three fingers knuckle deep back into his ass. Alternating between scissoring, dick rotating, and ball, er, upwards forcing; the former kinda sorta a no-brainer because it wasn't like he'd ever experienced dubulge in his slut butt. That was Jonghyun, Key, and Minho's job. Taemin only on weekends and holidays. The major ones only. Never Onew's birthday. When the weather was too bad for the maknae to go out. Before 6 o'clock. And only if he felt like it.
....Taemin didn't like dubulge much.
"Got it! Yeah motherfucker, who's boss now?"
His tendons and muscles and all other important reproductive organ shit screamed in burning agony, yet it was true. The tip of his cock was nestled cozily between his cheeks, just ready and willing to sink into his wide, wide hole.
And it'd taken, oh, only all of his life-force, chi energy and tears of blood to do it.
But the it all sweetened up in a matter of minutes. Just as he was shown in the videos, Onew teased his hole with the bewitching pleasure of slipping the tip of himself in and out very shallowly. Circling his stacked hands atop the length of his dick to move the head of his swollen little-big friend so that it became coated with more lube that infused with his milky pre cum.
Then an excruciating loud moan of pain and paradise when he coaxed his monster a couple centimeters in.
"Oh sh…mmm....fuck." He lifted his top hand to reach down and hold open his ass cheek even more. "Shit...uhhhh, shit. Fuck me."
It was all he thought it would and wouldn't be. Erotic, but biting. Foreign, yet fascinatingly fucktastic. Queer and crazy… gawky but amazing. A self-servicing science he’d never be able to explain or express in demonstration.
And he'd done it allll by himself (The point, yes, yet still.)
Whimpering, he lay there still, letting himself adjust to...himself. (Ugh, so odd and holiday on St Thomas at the same time. Yeah, that counted too.) He lay there until the acidic pain of his own fat ass cock simmered away to be replaced with a dull throb of goodness in his anus.
Till he was ready to kick up dust and go to town.
It was tricky at first. Trying to juggle to keep his cock inside himself, ignore the strain, and enjoy the insane. Slow, sensuous thrusts were the key to his self-mutilating (yum) pounds, his lip-biting satisfaction as he explored himself in the most obscene, unpopular way. Making love to his own succulent ass…
But in an alarmingly short amount of time, the Jonghyun-sheet-soiling leader had well adapted. He became a mess as the pushes deep into his ass sped up. Curses and dirty talk flying every which way (really, this mouth was even surprising him, with his strict 'no profanity" policy and all ) disturbing disgusting, slobbery smacks of his hot sex- like that of an old woman relishing the exit of dentures after a long day, and his toes curling and uncurling impressively without popping off his feet. His pupils dilated every time there was that tingling rush inside, bruising his walls, and the lush, rich timbre of his sigh when his cock trembled out only to repeat and repeat and deviously repeat some more. And all the more enamoring-the same hindrance of his dick potentially being too big a candidate for this expedition was ultimately used as an advantage-it was long enough that it barely slid out of him
So thrilled in his warped, fuzzy state, he wished upon a longer tongue to accentuate the moment with lick-flicked nipples. That there could be a mirror propped up in front of him-so he could watch as well as feel how his ass skirted on the sheets from the rough delves of his cock, all his jerking. Watch his hand pop his under cheek in unabashed glee, watch how he occasionally widened his thighs and stuck his ass up and out so his dick fed him deeper and deeper like some megatronic dippy bird.
"Mmmmm fuck. Oh fuck me, shit." Because it just didn't matter anymore. Let Onew be Jekyll and Jinki be Hyde. Let Dubu shine through a burned visage and Tokki smile deviously out the other normal half of this Two Face. Let it be known that Shinee's leader was currently groaning and grunting for himself to fuck his own tight, firm ass right and mean, and let it be known that this arrogant shit was icing on the masturbation cake. Vanilla icing obviously.
He knew he wouldn't feel anything as phenomenal ever again. To have his cock so proudly stuffed in a his rabbit hole-as it were-, and to have his hole stuffed with the same cock-just pure genius, pure madness, pure wonder. The overwhelming, seemingly blasphemous sensations of both didn't flip flop so that he felt more of one more than the other-it was all at the same time. The best of both worlds to fuck and be fucked at once without the droll accompaniment of another. Well, for the time being; those guys really did suck at keeping their sex game proper and Onew briefly wondered if they were getting enough fiber in their die-what gerbil was eating up their asses.
Ironically, it was that last sick thought that pushed him over the edge. With a plethora of gasps, each louder than the last, Onew quacked and shuddered as he came nearly (painfully) hard. Arching off the bed: packing his ass with one final, smooth pump so that his orgasm intensified even more with the hot burst of his own cum shooting into his ass. "Fuck," he cried softly once more, head spinning at the new height, the heaviness in his worn, torn asshole of a thickened dick and an additional, fond memory.
Then he collapsed, head thrown back, his body reeling and reveling in the aftermath of ecstasy.
Jinki had just fucked himself. In a good way, not with embarrassing sangtae.
And he loved it.
Hair sticking to his face, the naked boy sighed up into the top bunk. His plump lips struck a lazy grin (the kind that needed a cigarette pushed between them in a moment like this) as he pulled his aching hands back and felt his cock pop wetly out of his hole. Balls falling back into their standard hang, cock head rearing up a perfect line of man slime as it twisted back up-looking like some bizarre type of archery bow before the line snapped. His chest began to settle, breathing less erratic, returning to something close to a resting heart rate.
Onew circled a finger in his ass and brought the shiny digit to his smiling lips. Fuck, that was the stuff. Even Minho's tangy essence couldn't compare, thought the big- headed asshole...in a matter of speaking.
Glancing over at the clock, he saw that it was close to 6:30.
"Round two then," he croaked cheerfully, spreading his welcoming thighs again.
Now that he knew the full joys of self-gratification, perhaps he'd be an all too confident, cocky, smug bastard to hope that when his band mates barge in on him fucking himself again, they'd see the light too.
Remember kiddies:
Everything the light touches... is gay
Author: dria1029
Pairings: Onew-centric
Genre: PWP, Humor
Warnings: Language, onewfuckinghimselfwithhisowndicknoregretskthankxbai
Rating: NC-17
Summary: During one-on-Onew sexy time, Shinee’s leader figures out just how impeccably flexible his man bits are. Oh how lucky indeed.
Word Count: 2,500+
a/n: Personally, I’d rather learn how to suck my own dick. Without removing vertebrae and shit. So you’re on your own Jinki haha. LET ME WATCH THO O_O Oh and question guys: Has anyone else written a smut fic like this before? Or am I pioneering this thing? Lemme know <3
Division in the dorm had never been a big issue-all intermittent cliques aside. Usually they all agreed on the same thing for dinner. Most of the time the TV was unanimously turned to some cracked out variety show. And aside from Jonghyun's "evidence from that one time he got locked in a chicken coop", it was definitely the egg that came first.
However, there was one thing that made Onew stand out from the rest. Well, one thing he rather kept to himself, because barreling in on the conversation with such left-field, fool vomit would have surely turned heads and bombed cerebellums.
But nothing off-color, in his little mind. No, it wasn't strange at all that while the others drunkenly agreed that they would love to possess the ability to perform auto fellacio, the dark cheeked leader sulked in the outer circle wishing he could fuck himself instead.
In fact,, it had sort of become an obsession of his. Imagining it day in and day out, a film of fantasies in his head that involved spreading his thighs and stuffing his own erection into his tiny pink asshole.
An obsession because "rubbing one out" just wasn't enough anymore, letting the rest of them fuck him had gone dull and dry, and even though he wasn't as obnoxiously serious about it as that Minho, Onew couldn't resist a challenge. Especially one so steamy. (He'd have to pardon his narcissism for that one.)
The attraction was just a seed at first. He let his imagination run rampant for a while...before upgrading to something more efficient. Like porn.
Yet there wasn't much of his "preference" on the net, much to his disappointment. Really, how could he have even expected to find much self-screwing action under a category not many men were under due to their lack of, er, genitalia flexibility?
For Onew, there was that complexity (though the lack of variety didn't necessarily prevent him from stroking his dick raw with each viewing) and quite frankly, maybe that he was watching other men carry out his desire instead of watching-or even just downright doing it-himself lessened the effect on him anyway.
So it was decided that he'd do more than just blow white chunks from his mediocre yet vital education.
Onew would literally go fuck himself.
So he waited. None too patiently, and more anxiously than a guy who'd brought a knife to a gun fight. Still, there was bound to be one of those freaky days where the rest of his band mates would be MIA for several hours, leaving him to (they assumed) pig out and try on Key and Taemin's size "too fucking small for your plus sized, penis hugging thunder thighs" jeans out of boredom- and apparently, with no regard for self-preservation.
Oh, but the dancers' closets were locked this afternoon, and Onew had other tight, fashionably cock constricting things to assault.
Like his ass.
“Fuck!”
Which...didn't seem like it would be getting any play from its shiny, mammoth neighbor with the freshly shaven Peter Griffin chin attached.
"Oh fuck. Fuck, why isn't it working?" He puffed in frustration, abdomen crunched from this very exposed position. Unfortunately for him, it was the case of so far, so 'why the fuck did I even agree with me to do this?' already. Which was a shame, because he didn't even think he'd start coming to his not-so-(perverted) senses until he was at least five minutes in.
Alas, failure. While one hand was barely on the five, a hand with five gripped a barely friendly hard-on.
All thanks (or really, none) to all the gay porn and Rachel Ray and okay, a few episodes of Sailor Moon that he'd watched.
Groaning, he kept a stroking hand on his wet cock as he bent his legs back further, the other hand holding up his left thigh. Verbatim the videos he'd watched of those solo dolo homos; because grade school isn't, and wasn't going to be the end to his 'perfect student' card.
He'd been absolutely precise and relaxed up till this point. Lube practically jelled his entire nether area; appropriately greased with a few fingers into his Jinki-gina as visually instructed. He was flat on his back-decidedly in Jonghyun's bed because he couldn't assed with washing his own sheets after this risky ordeal and that he was too lazy and most immune to Jonghyun's bitching- with his legs back and knees slightly bent, holding that sweat inducing pose for what seemed hours.
Trying and failing to get his cock 100% stiff. Cause he'd only pull off this taboo feat if it was. It was the sole basis of the technique, the art of mono rabbit hole hunching. It depended on it.
But only several more persistently groin abusing strokes in did Onew realize his bad.
One: That behind the "get me off" thoughts, he secretly feared this would resemble that one scene in the American horror movie, Wishmaster 2, where an inmate wished his lawyer would go screw himself...and the poor guy did. To death. Very awkwardly.
Two: On the notion that One was farfetched and hinged to his stupid exaggeration, reason two would be more of a reasonable fear: He vaguely remembered, in his brief research about the kink, that guys with smaller cocks tend to be more successful in fucking themselves, as a man with a large cock might find it highly discomforting to try to twist his hard dong in a 180 degree angle into his stink cunt. The blogger's words, not Onew's.
Anyway, here was the sitch. And it was slowly driving into a wilderness of Nowheresville.
"No, fuck....no, glory hole guy! Glory hole guy. Not the fucking lawyer." His eyes clenched tighter as he beat his now red, veined-popped meat. The most important thing of all, nevertheless, was that he was a determined shit. That this was a challenge, and the sexual demon snooping around in his body wouldn't rest until he got this out of his system. As good as any incentives, right?
Fuck right.
A weak smile drizzled onto his lips. With every muscle under his face flap (tight), Onew picked up his hand's pace. And surely, surely, with the images of lewd conduct renewed, he was soon ramrod stiff. Hot iron, sinewy power and overmasculined-ized parody of a certain American monument.
He was so fucking ready now. At last.
Onew spread his voluptuous thighs even more, the gesture eliciting a silent, pained creak of resistance-one in that he was too enraptured to acknowledge, and so ignored it. Heart pounding and head full of moans and buried cocks and perked asses in front of an open oven , he reached down and cupped his sticky, soggy balls, faintly grazing his slicked down perianal hairs. Tugged them for a while as he relished the exquisite, cheap sensation of it. Then, with a taut swallow, began to pull them upwards...as if to pit them atop his hard cock, to make the two switch places.
"Fuck," he hissed. The stretch he expected, but the sensitivity was almost unbearable. Still, he sucked it up and did it until his jewels stopped (resisting) and he was more or less comfortable with the necessary pulling.
Next was his giant alpha dick.
Onew's face slightly paled.
But he could do this. He could. And after he got over the hardest part, he'd reap the rewards. That was the curriculum of life.
Embrace it or go home.
Both hands moved clockwise. Nuts up, dick down. Easier said than done, of course. Though in his defense, Onew would love to say that he prided himself on not complaining too much like a little b-
"Oh shit this hurts," he spat through gritted teeth. In a manly projection even though in his head, he said the same thing in a cracked up, Elmo squeak.
He tried to control his breathing, to distract from the unnatural pull downwards.
"Ohhhhhh fuuuuuuck."
Onew endured it for a minute longer before he plunged about three fingers knuckle deep back into his ass. Alternating between scissoring, dick rotating, and ball, er, upwards forcing; the former kinda sorta a no-brainer because it wasn't like he'd ever experienced dubulge in his slut butt. That was Jonghyun, Key, and Minho's job. Taemin only on weekends and holidays. The major ones only. Never Onew's birthday. When the weather was too bad for the maknae to go out. Before 6 o'clock. And only if he felt like it.
....Taemin didn't like dubulge much.
"Got it! Yeah motherfucker, who's boss now?"
His tendons and muscles and all other important reproductive organ shit screamed in burning agony, yet it was true. The tip of his cock was nestled cozily between his cheeks, just ready and willing to sink into his wide, wide hole.
And it'd taken, oh, only all of his life-force, chi energy and tears of blood to do it.
But the it all sweetened up in a matter of minutes. Just as he was shown in the videos, Onew teased his hole with the bewitching pleasure of slipping the tip of himself in and out very shallowly. Circling his stacked hands atop the length of his dick to move the head of his swollen little-big friend so that it became coated with more lube that infused with his milky pre cum.
Then an excruciating loud moan of pain and paradise when he coaxed his monster a couple centimeters in.
"Oh sh…mmm....fuck." He lifted his top hand to reach down and hold open his ass cheek even more. "Shit...uhhhh, shit. Fuck me."
It was all he thought it would and wouldn't be. Erotic, but biting. Foreign, yet fascinatingly fucktastic. Queer and crazy… gawky but amazing. A self-servicing science he’d never be able to explain or express in demonstration.
And he'd done it allll by himself (The point, yes, yet still.)
Whimpering, he lay there still, letting himself adjust to...himself. (Ugh, so odd and holiday on St Thomas at the same time. Yeah, that counted too.) He lay there until the acidic pain of his own fat ass cock simmered away to be replaced with a dull throb of goodness in his anus.
Till he was ready to kick up dust and go to town.
It was tricky at first. Trying to juggle to keep his cock inside himself, ignore the strain, and enjoy the insane. Slow, sensuous thrusts were the key to his self-mutilating (yum) pounds, his lip-biting satisfaction as he explored himself in the most obscene, unpopular way. Making love to his own succulent ass…
But in an alarmingly short amount of time, the Jonghyun-sheet-soiling leader had well adapted. He became a mess as the pushes deep into his ass sped up. Curses and dirty talk flying every which way (really, this mouth was even surprising him, with his strict 'no profanity" policy and all ) disturbing disgusting, slobbery smacks of his hot sex- like that of an old woman relishing the exit of dentures after a long day, and his toes curling and uncurling impressively without popping off his feet. His pupils dilated every time there was that tingling rush inside, bruising his walls, and the lush, rich timbre of his sigh when his cock trembled out only to repeat and repeat and deviously repeat some more. And all the more enamoring-the same hindrance of his dick potentially being too big a candidate for this expedition was ultimately used as an advantage-it was long enough that it barely slid out of him
So thrilled in his warped, fuzzy state, he wished upon a longer tongue to accentuate the moment with lick-flicked nipples. That there could be a mirror propped up in front of him-so he could watch as well as feel how his ass skirted on the sheets from the rough delves of his cock, all his jerking. Watch his hand pop his under cheek in unabashed glee, watch how he occasionally widened his thighs and stuck his ass up and out so his dick fed him deeper and deeper like some megatronic dippy bird.
"Mmmmm fuck. Oh fuck me, shit." Because it just didn't matter anymore. Let Onew be Jekyll and Jinki be Hyde. Let Dubu shine through a burned visage and Tokki smile deviously out the other normal half of this Two Face. Let it be known that Shinee's leader was currently groaning and grunting for himself to fuck his own tight, firm ass right and mean, and let it be known that this arrogant shit was icing on the masturbation cake. Vanilla icing obviously.
He knew he wouldn't feel anything as phenomenal ever again. To have his cock so proudly stuffed in a his rabbit hole-as it were-, and to have his hole stuffed with the same cock-just pure genius, pure madness, pure wonder. The overwhelming, seemingly blasphemous sensations of both didn't flip flop so that he felt more of one more than the other-it was all at the same time. The best of both worlds to fuck and be fucked at once without the droll accompaniment of another. Well, for the time being; those guys really did suck at keeping their sex game proper and Onew briefly wondered if they were getting enough fiber in their die-what gerbil was eating up their asses.
Ironically, it was that last sick thought that pushed him over the edge. With a plethora of gasps, each louder than the last, Onew quacked and shuddered as he came nearly (painfully) hard. Arching off the bed: packing his ass with one final, smooth pump so that his orgasm intensified even more with the hot burst of his own cum shooting into his ass. "Fuck," he cried softly once more, head spinning at the new height, the heaviness in his worn, torn asshole of a thickened dick and an additional, fond memory.
Then he collapsed, head thrown back, his body reeling and reveling in the aftermath of ecstasy.
Jinki had just fucked himself. In a good way, not with embarrassing sangtae.
And he loved it.
Hair sticking to his face, the naked boy sighed up into the top bunk. His plump lips struck a lazy grin (the kind that needed a cigarette pushed between them in a moment like this) as he pulled his aching hands back and felt his cock pop wetly out of his hole. Balls falling back into their standard hang, cock head rearing up a perfect line of man slime as it twisted back up-looking like some bizarre type of archery bow before the line snapped. His chest began to settle, breathing less erratic, returning to something close to a resting heart rate.
Onew circled a finger in his ass and brought the shiny digit to his smiling lips. Fuck, that was the stuff. Even Minho's tangy essence couldn't compare, thought the big- headed asshole...in a matter of speaking.
Glancing over at the clock, he saw that it was close to 6:30.
"Round two then," he croaked cheerfully, spreading his welcoming thighs again.
Now that he knew the full joys of self-gratification, perhaps he'd be an all too confident, cocky, smug bastard to hope that when his band mates barge in on him fucking himself again, they'd see the light too.
Remember kiddies:
Everything the light touches... is gay