One More Night [1/3]
Mir knew that Lee Joon as a player, and yet he couldn’t help himself. Everything about Joon caused him to swoon, starting from his perfect hair, the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled that sweet smile which always nearly gave Mir a heart attack, his perfect arms, and ending with his also perfect body. And of course, Mir knew that Joon would never see him as anything other than the maknae of the group, the partially insane Hongki clone.
Being a player meant getting around. Sure to say, Joon didn’t fail that expectation. Every time they had some time off, be it a weekend or a vacation, Joon would always head out to a club, only to return hours later, drunk, and always with some gorgeous drunk slut in tow. At first, everyone was quite surprised that Joon would bring personal matters such as these to their shared home, their sanctuary away from the screaming fans, but pretty soon, everyone knew the drill. As the clock stroke 2, Seungho would grab Chundoong and drag him to a free room to entertain themselves with a game of some sort, G.O would slither away to the kitchen in order to prepare a midnight snack for when Joon was asleep, and Mir would slink into his room and lock himself in it, trying to ignore the stabbing pains in his heart.
One night however, things were slightly different. Joon came home, but he wasn’t with the usual whore he managed to sweet talk at the club (Of course, with his looks and body, he could be a mute and still get all the girls). Instead, he was alone, very alone and very much drunk. The others were quite surprised by this, but they all retired to their usual drunk-Joon activities. Well, all except Mir. The poor boy was so surprised that Joon was alone that he forgot he had to skulk in a dark corner of his room. As he stood there, frozen, with a blank expression, Joon made his move.
“Mir-ah, you’re so cute” he said drunkenly, pulling Mir into a tight hug. Mir blushed, and as much as he didn’t want to, he gently pushed Joon away. “Hyung, you’re drunk. Go get some rest,” he said gently, leading Joon in the direction of their room, but the older male shook him off, ignoring his words. “Aww, Mir, you’re so cute when you blush” Joon continued, and landed a playful kiss on Mir’s cheek. The latter blushed deeper, but did his best to cover it up. As he opened his mouth to speak, Joon pressed a finger to his lips. “Mir, I want you” he said with a giggle. Mir’s heart stopped, and after what seemed like forever, started beating at an inhuman speed.
“Hyung, you really need some rest or you’ll be in so much pain tomor-“Mir started, but stopped as soon as Joon grabbed his shoulders and stared into his eyes. “Did you not hear what I said?” he asked, his expression serious, “Bang Chulyong, I want you” he repeated, annunciating every syllable before he crashed his lips into Mir’s. The latter was stunned and lost his balance due to shock, which allowed Joon to practically fling the younger male onto the couch. Mir fell back, and luckily landed safely. Joon crawled on top of him and settled in between his legs, before once again forcing their lips to collide. Mir was hesitant to continue, knowing that this was wrong, but Joon prodded his mouth open with his tongue before promptly sliding it in. Mir stifled a gasp as Joon began to explore his mouth, and he felt heat rise in his body.
Joon smiled, noticing the effect his kissing had on the younger male beneath him. He pulled back softly, only to resume his kissing again, but this time he was placing soft butterfly kisses along Mir’s jawline and down his neck. Mir let out a quiet moan as Joon’s hand trailed along his thigh, and Joon felt his excitement rise at the sounds that the man beneath him was making. He was inspired, and his only goal was to make Mir let out more of those oh-so erotic sounds that drove Joon insane. He caressed Mir’s thigh, and ran his free hand through the younger male’s soft, messy hair. Soon enough, Joon moved his hand off of Mir’s thigh and up his shirt, swiftly removing the thin fabric. Mir shivered as his body was exposed to the chill of the room, but heat was quickly returned as Joon’s kisses moved away from his neck and down to his upper body.
Whereas Mir was uneasy, despite the fact that he was enjoying Joon’s actions quite a bit, Joon was becoming restless. His hand moved higher up Mir’s thigh and up to his buttocks, where he paused slightly before moving his hands to the front and starting to fiddle with the buttons on Mir’s jeans. Mir was brought back to reality as he felt Joon’s kisses cease, and he turned his attention to Joon, his eyes widening at the sight of what Joon was doing. Mir had been so caught up in passionate kisses Joon had delivered to his body, that he completely forgot that Joon was drunk and horny as fuck, therefore neglecting the fact that Joon would probably want to go all the way. “H-hyung, I think we should stop” Mir stuttered and shut his mouth as soon as Joon shot him an irritated glance. “Hush up” was all he said before plunging his hand into Mir’s boxers.
Mir could swear he saw stars as Joon’s hand worked up and down his length, while his other hand fumbled to remove Mir’s pants. Joon grinned, seeing Mir’s adorable face change into an expression of pure ecstasy as Joon pumped his shaft. Within moments, Mir came, releasing his seed all over Joon’s hand. “Oh look, you got me all dirty. I was planning to stop here, but this just won’t do” Joon said with a sly grin, indicating to the increasingly painful bulge in his pants. Mir whimpered, shivering as Joon’s warm hands let go of his body, but he waited patiently while Joon stripped off his clothes. Soon enough, Joon was back on top of Mir in all his hot, naked glory. His lips met Mir’s again, but this time, instead of crushing force, they softly melted together. Joon moved his lips skilfully, increasing the passion as his hand once again made it’s way up Mir’s soft, pale thigh. Mir let out another moan, but it was blocked by Joon’s tongue, returning back to it’s exploration of Mir’s mouth.
Almost too soon, Mir felt a finger at his entrance. Joon paused and moved back, glancing at Mir as if to confirm if he was allowed to proceed. Mir hesitated, before giving Joon a brief nod to indicate that it was okay for him to continue. Joon kept his gaze fixed on Mir as he plunged his finger into the tight area. Mir bit back a cry of surprise as Joon’s finger explored his body. Mir winced in pain after Joon stuck in another finger and started playing around, preparing the younger male for what was to come. Joon tried different motions, ranging from simple thrusting to spreading his fingers in order to stretch him out. Mir moaned, quite loudly, and this caused Joon’s already hard length to become even more impossibly hard. He couldn’t wait anymore.
He grabbed Mir’s ankles, setting them on top of his shoulders, and pressed his member to Mir’s virgin entrance. Mir closed his eyes and bit back on his lip, preparing himself for what was to come. In one motion, Joon thrust in, and Mir gasped, the sensation completely foreign to his body. Joon waited, letting Mir’s body get used to him, and Mir nodded as a sign that he could proceed, once the searing pain in his body had subsided. He began to thrust, slowly at first, but quickly gaining speed. The pain in Mir’s body was quickly becoming replaced with pleasure, and before he knew it, he was getting into Joon’s rhythmic thrusts. Suddenly, Mir saw sparks fly as Joon hit that special spot, and he let out a moan that drove Joon over the edge. Joon grunted, increasing his speed, due to Mir yelping and moaning in pleasure. Soon, his breathing became laboured, and Joon knew he couldn’t hold out much longer. He felt Mir tense up, and he knew that the younger male was also almost finished. Joon continued his rhythmic pumping, and soon enough, he came with a moan, quickly followed by a purring Mir. The two collapsed, Joon laying on top of Mir, who had his hands in Joon’s hair gripping tightly. They just stayed there, silently listening to each other’s pants and enjoying the comfortable heat they shared.
Suddenly, Mir spoke. “You know hyung, I’ve always loved you. Ever since we first met, you’ve been the only one on my mind” he confessed, averting his eyes from Joon’s startled gaze, his face flushed. Joon paused, thinking of what to say. He wasn’t even sure if he was drunk or sober at this point, but he didn’t really care about that at the moment. “You know what? I think I might be in love with you too” he responded at last, not failing to see the faint hint of pure joy cross Mir’s face. Sure, he had always been a player, but Joon never really thought about that. Maybe it was because he had seen Mir in a different light from all others guys, and this scared him, driving him away from questioning his sexuality, and bringing him closer to girls, alcohol and sex. Maybe. After all this was just a hypothesis, and his head hurt to think straight so he’d have to think about it in the morning, when his cloudy mind cleared up. For now, neither him nor Mir had anything more to say, so they quietly drifted off to sleep, wrapped tightly in each other’s embrace.
Somehow, by next morning, Mir had woken up in his respective bed, fully clothed. He considered the fact he might have had some dirty dream out of his desperation and lust towards Joon, but that theory quickly faded as he saw Joon pace around the room, also fully clothed, and without the usual naked slut in his bed. “Aww man, what happened last night? My head kills, I was so wasted, I can’t remember a damn thing after leaving the club” Joon said, rubbing his temples as he winced in pain. Mir looked taken aback. “Y-you can’t?” he asked, his eyes desperately searching Joon’s face for some sign of a joke. “No. Why, do you know what happened?” he asked, shooting Mir a puzzled glance as he halted his pacing. The other shook his head, and Joon resumed his restless walking. He glanced at his bed, and noticed it was empty. “Damn, stupid whore must have ditched out early. Probably didn’t want me to see her ugly face without all the make-up caked on.” he muttered to himself as he walked out of the room. Mir bit his lip, trying to hold back the sudden sting in his eyes and the knot in his throat, but he bit too hard, drawing blood. Oh well, at least this pain distracts me from the pain inside he thought to himself, licking at the cut. Outside, Joon slumped on the couch. He felt bad for lying like that, for making poor Mir suffer, but it was for the best. They both needed to keep their image, and a relationship would be hard to maintain with their busy schedules and such. Joon hoped that Mir would start to hate him, and would eventually move on to someone who could make him happy, and he hoped that he too would stop being so in love with Mir. I’m such a coward was the only thought running through his head.
Being a player meant getting around. Sure to say, Joon didn’t fail that expectation. Every time they had some time off, be it a weekend or a vacation, Joon would always head out to a club, only to return hours later, drunk, and always with some gorgeous drunk slut in tow. At first, everyone was quite surprised that Joon would bring personal matters such as these to their shared home, their sanctuary away from the screaming fans, but pretty soon, everyone knew the drill. As the clock stroke 2, Seungho would grab Chundoong and drag him to a free room to entertain themselves with a game of some sort, G.O would slither away to the kitchen in order to prepare a midnight snack for when Joon was asleep, and Mir would slink into his room and lock himself in it, trying to ignore the stabbing pains in his heart.
One night however, things were slightly different. Joon came home, but he wasn’t with the usual whore he managed to sweet talk at the club (Of course, with his looks and body, he could be a mute and still get all the girls). Instead, he was alone, very alone and very much drunk. The others were quite surprised by this, but they all retired to their usual drunk-Joon activities. Well, all except Mir. The poor boy was so surprised that Joon was alone that he forgot he had to skulk in a dark corner of his room. As he stood there, frozen, with a blank expression, Joon made his move.
“Mir-ah, you’re so cute” he said drunkenly, pulling Mir into a tight hug. Mir blushed, and as much as he didn’t want to, he gently pushed Joon away. “Hyung, you’re drunk. Go get some rest,” he said gently, leading Joon in the direction of their room, but the older male shook him off, ignoring his words. “Aww, Mir, you’re so cute when you blush” Joon continued, and landed a playful kiss on Mir’s cheek. The latter blushed deeper, but did his best to cover it up. As he opened his mouth to speak, Joon pressed a finger to his lips. “Mir, I want you” he said with a giggle. Mir’s heart stopped, and after what seemed like forever, started beating at an inhuman speed.
“Hyung, you really need some rest or you’ll be in so much pain tomor-“Mir started, but stopped as soon as Joon grabbed his shoulders and stared into his eyes. “Did you not hear what I said?” he asked, his expression serious, “Bang Chulyong, I want you” he repeated, annunciating every syllable before he crashed his lips into Mir’s. The latter was stunned and lost his balance due to shock, which allowed Joon to practically fling the younger male onto the couch. Mir fell back, and luckily landed safely. Joon crawled on top of him and settled in between his legs, before once again forcing their lips to collide. Mir was hesitant to continue, knowing that this was wrong, but Joon prodded his mouth open with his tongue before promptly sliding it in. Mir stifled a gasp as Joon began to explore his mouth, and he felt heat rise in his body.
Joon smiled, noticing the effect his kissing had on the younger male beneath him. He pulled back softly, only to resume his kissing again, but this time he was placing soft butterfly kisses along Mir’s jawline and down his neck. Mir let out a quiet moan as Joon’s hand trailed along his thigh, and Joon felt his excitement rise at the sounds that the man beneath him was making. He was inspired, and his only goal was to make Mir let out more of those oh-so erotic sounds that drove Joon insane. He caressed Mir’s thigh, and ran his free hand through the younger male’s soft, messy hair. Soon enough, Joon moved his hand off of Mir’s thigh and up his shirt, swiftly removing the thin fabric. Mir shivered as his body was exposed to the chill of the room, but heat was quickly returned as Joon’s kisses moved away from his neck and down to his upper body.
Whereas Mir was uneasy, despite the fact that he was enjoying Joon’s actions quite a bit, Joon was becoming restless. His hand moved higher up Mir’s thigh and up to his buttocks, where he paused slightly before moving his hands to the front and starting to fiddle with the buttons on Mir’s jeans. Mir was brought back to reality as he felt Joon’s kisses cease, and he turned his attention to Joon, his eyes widening at the sight of what Joon was doing. Mir had been so caught up in passionate kisses Joon had delivered to his body, that he completely forgot that Joon was drunk and horny as fuck, therefore neglecting the fact that Joon would probably want to go all the way. “H-hyung, I think we should stop” Mir stuttered and shut his mouth as soon as Joon shot him an irritated glance. “Hush up” was all he said before plunging his hand into Mir’s boxers.
Mir could swear he saw stars as Joon’s hand worked up and down his length, while his other hand fumbled to remove Mir’s pants. Joon grinned, seeing Mir’s adorable face change into an expression of pure ecstasy as Joon pumped his shaft. Within moments, Mir came, releasing his seed all over Joon’s hand. “Oh look, you got me all dirty. I was planning to stop here, but this just won’t do” Joon said with a sly grin, indicating to the increasingly painful bulge in his pants. Mir whimpered, shivering as Joon’s warm hands let go of his body, but he waited patiently while Joon stripped off his clothes. Soon enough, Joon was back on top of Mir in all his hot, naked glory. His lips met Mir’s again, but this time, instead of crushing force, they softly melted together. Joon moved his lips skilfully, increasing the passion as his hand once again made it’s way up Mir’s soft, pale thigh. Mir let out another moan, but it was blocked by Joon’s tongue, returning back to it’s exploration of Mir’s mouth.
Almost too soon, Mir felt a finger at his entrance. Joon paused and moved back, glancing at Mir as if to confirm if he was allowed to proceed. Mir hesitated, before giving Joon a brief nod to indicate that it was okay for him to continue. Joon kept his gaze fixed on Mir as he plunged his finger into the tight area. Mir bit back a cry of surprise as Joon’s finger explored his body. Mir winced in pain after Joon stuck in another finger and started playing around, preparing the younger male for what was to come. Joon tried different motions, ranging from simple thrusting to spreading his fingers in order to stretch him out. Mir moaned, quite loudly, and this caused Joon’s already hard length to become even more impossibly hard. He couldn’t wait anymore.
He grabbed Mir’s ankles, setting them on top of his shoulders, and pressed his member to Mir’s virgin entrance. Mir closed his eyes and bit back on his lip, preparing himself for what was to come. In one motion, Joon thrust in, and Mir gasped, the sensation completely foreign to his body. Joon waited, letting Mir’s body get used to him, and Mir nodded as a sign that he could proceed, once the searing pain in his body had subsided. He began to thrust, slowly at first, but quickly gaining speed. The pain in Mir’s body was quickly becoming replaced with pleasure, and before he knew it, he was getting into Joon’s rhythmic thrusts. Suddenly, Mir saw sparks fly as Joon hit that special spot, and he let out a moan that drove Joon over the edge. Joon grunted, increasing his speed, due to Mir yelping and moaning in pleasure. Soon, his breathing became laboured, and Joon knew he couldn’t hold out much longer. He felt Mir tense up, and he knew that the younger male was also almost finished. Joon continued his rhythmic pumping, and soon enough, he came with a moan, quickly followed by a purring Mir. The two collapsed, Joon laying on top of Mir, who had his hands in Joon’s hair gripping tightly. They just stayed there, silently listening to each other’s pants and enjoying the comfortable heat they shared.
Suddenly, Mir spoke. “You know hyung, I’ve always loved you. Ever since we first met, you’ve been the only one on my mind” he confessed, averting his eyes from Joon’s startled gaze, his face flushed. Joon paused, thinking of what to say. He wasn’t even sure if he was drunk or sober at this point, but he didn’t really care about that at the moment. “You know what? I think I might be in love with you too” he responded at last, not failing to see the faint hint of pure joy cross Mir’s face. Sure, he had always been a player, but Joon never really thought about that. Maybe it was because he had seen Mir in a different light from all others guys, and this scared him, driving him away from questioning his sexuality, and bringing him closer to girls, alcohol and sex. Maybe. After all this was just a hypothesis, and his head hurt to think straight so he’d have to think about it in the morning, when his cloudy mind cleared up. For now, neither him nor Mir had anything more to say, so they quietly drifted off to sleep, wrapped tightly in each other’s embrace.
Somehow, by next morning, Mir had woken up in his respective bed, fully clothed. He considered the fact he might have had some dirty dream out of his desperation and lust towards Joon, but that theory quickly faded as he saw Joon pace around the room, also fully clothed, and without the usual naked slut in his bed. “Aww man, what happened last night? My head kills, I was so wasted, I can’t remember a damn thing after leaving the club” Joon said, rubbing his temples as he winced in pain. Mir looked taken aback. “Y-you can’t?” he asked, his eyes desperately searching Joon’s face for some sign of a joke. “No. Why, do you know what happened?” he asked, shooting Mir a puzzled glance as he halted his pacing. The other shook his head, and Joon resumed his restless walking. He glanced at his bed, and noticed it was empty. “Damn, stupid whore must have ditched out early. Probably didn’t want me to see her ugly face without all the make-up caked on.” he muttered to himself as he walked out of the room. Mir bit his lip, trying to hold back the sudden sting in his eyes and the knot in his throat, but he bit too hard, drawing blood. Oh well, at least this pain distracts me from the pain inside he thought to himself, licking at the cut. Outside, Joon slumped on the couch. He felt bad for lying like that, for making poor Mir suffer, but it was for the best. They both needed to keep their image, and a relationship would be hard to maintain with their busy schedules and such. Joon hoped that Mir would start to hate him, and would eventually move on to someone who could make him happy, and he hoped that he too would stop being so in love with Mir. I’m such a coward was the only thought running through his head.