Can't Sing: 2/2
Jessica looked the both of them up and down before she let them past her. It was just her, Yuri and Hyoyeon left in their dorm rooms. The others were off on different schedules, and Chansung and Junho had stopped by for a...'visit.' Chansung couldn't say no. He felt like he at least owed him by bringing him along.
"She's in the back," she grabbed the back of Junho's shirt and pulled as she walked out. Her other finger waggled to Yuri who hopped up and bit her lip when she saw Chansung.
"Chan-"
"No no," Yuri said, "you come with us. ...let them have some time alone."
"But...I..." Junho began to stutter, questioning leaving his friend in a different company's rooms or leaving with two other attractive women. Chansung was already halfway in, walking toward the back, so Junho decided to think with his dick too, leaving with nearly a fifth of the girl group.
The door shut and everything became silent. Chansung wanted to take steps forward, but he didn't know if that was pushing any boundaries. They weren't drunk. His full senses of thought, and logic, came to the forefront of his brain. As much as he wanted her, and oh how he did, he couldn't just walk up and...take her?
"Okay...this isn't working," he whispered, hands balling into fists as he clenched his eyes shut.
Maybe some smooth talking would come out any moment and he'd man up and go in. No...I'll look like a rapist, he thought. Or is this stalkery? Is that even a word? The others knew I was coming, why wouldn't they tell her? They would. I'm sure they-
"Chansung. Hi. You...made it. ...what are you doing?"
"I'm," he relaxed his hands and opened his eyes, "...pre-paring my-self...?"
"What?" she asked.
"Okay," he said, letting out a loud breath, "I honestly don't know what the fuck I'm suppose to do right now. I just had fun with you the other night and I wanted to see you again. And then I remembered that whole thing about us making out and you wanting to fuck me and that was...okay you're looking at me odd now. Let me start over. I...I'm not drunk. I'm completely coherent and you...you look beautiful."
Hyoyeon stood there, somewhere between wanting to say 'thank you' and laughing her butt off. Chansung took it as a sign to keep talking. It wasn't smooth, but maybe it was working.
"I just wanted to see you. Whatever we do is completely...up to you. ...there. That's it. I think-"
She crossed the gap and threw her arms around him before taking on his lips. He would have spoken or further pushed the boundaries of her patience by saying something else, but he reckoned her mouth tasted and felt much nicer than anything he had to give out at the moment. When she pulled back, both of them out of breath for a moment, more from a surge of adrenaline than lost breaths, she spoke up.
"Just. Shut. Up. ...damn."
Chansung laughed and she smiled back. They were back in the swing of the other night, so Chansung went with the flow, enveloping her lips this time and picking her up. Her legs wrapped around his waist tightly and they continued to nip at each other. She was light but he rested her against a wall, much to her dismay.
"Bed. ...bed Chansung."
Her kisses came down to his neck as he veered toward an empty room.
"Not that one," she breathed between pecks.
He grunted and turned, only to have her slip down and her feet touch the floor. It halted Chansung and he nearly fell on top of her. She let one of her arms catch her fall as one of Chansung's did his. He was right above her, breathing hard for no other reason than the fact that he was so near, so close to just sitting himself between her thighs and taking her.
"Ugh...here is fine," she acquiesed, and clothing began to come off.
Her shirt was pulled up first, and Chansung sat back to watch. She slowed when he did so, seeing the look of undone lust in his eyes. He smiled at her softly, taking in the mess her hair became once it was completely off. He saw how taut her little body was under everything, and even stared enviously at her bra, stretching with each swell of her chest. Chansung reached out to touch it, feeling the hardening tips of her nipples. His big hands slid around to the back of her body and pulled her closer. She still leaned back, one hand settling on the floor as the other attempted to fix her hair.
"Don't touch it." He pulled her hand away and began to lift his shirt with his free hand. "I meant it. You're beautiful."
Her put her small palm flat on his stomach, half on the beginning of his tiny trail of hair and hardened abs. Chansung continued to pull the rest of his shirt off before he bent to kiss her again, taking her head in his hands. Her hand stayed on his stomach, but one of his left her head, finding the shirts and making a makeshift pillow for her to rest on. Once she was settled, she couldn't help but speak up again.
"Don't know what to do huh?" she giggled.
He ground into her hips to shut her up.
"I lied."
Pants were nearly ripped off and her bra went next, nipples now as erect as Chansung's dick sitting on the jut of her hip. He rolled his hips to gain friction. Not wanting to stop touching her, he licked at her nipples, her throat, just inside her lips, whatever he could get his hands or tongue on before she was sopping wet and begging for him. When he did slide in, it was euphoric, that hit of ecstasy in when you were moving but hadn't felt that high yet. She was bracing him, almost holding her breath as he sunk in. He moved, and she began to sing. No words, or a sweet melody of some sort; she began to moan.
Chansung forgot how to breath, losing rhythm and hurting her, but a hurt so good it made her hit notes she hadn't hit before. Even he began to cry out, moaning like his life depended on it. He hitched on leg over his shoulder, plunging deeper into her. Hyoyeon sung his name; sung it on high like a choir to the heavens, and felt deliciously wonderful as she crescendoed. He couldn't stop, staring her straight in the eye as he watched and heard her.
"Fuck...fuck..." he yelled.
He kissed her again, holding on as he spent himself. He carried out his last notes into the depths of her mouth, both of them languidly tasting each other in the aftermath. Chansung pulled out, only having both of them wincing slightly. He held her in his arms, softly kissing her shoulder as her back remained flush to his front for warmth. It was a minute or two before she spoke up.
"So...you came all this way...just to have sex?"
"No," he continued to kiss the back of her neck, her shoulders, and nuzzle in her hair, "...I just wanted to talk. ...you told me to shut up."
She giggled and turned, kissing him on the lips again.
"You're an ass. ...but that's okay."
They began touching again, caressing again, trying to to start things back up. And they would have...had there not been an audience of three that just walked in.
"She's in the back," she grabbed the back of Junho's shirt and pulled as she walked out. Her other finger waggled to Yuri who hopped up and bit her lip when she saw Chansung.
"Chan-"
"No no," Yuri said, "you come with us. ...let them have some time alone."
"But...I..." Junho began to stutter, questioning leaving his friend in a different company's rooms or leaving with two other attractive women. Chansung was already halfway in, walking toward the back, so Junho decided to think with his dick too, leaving with nearly a fifth of the girl group.
The door shut and everything became silent. Chansung wanted to take steps forward, but he didn't know if that was pushing any boundaries. They weren't drunk. His full senses of thought, and logic, came to the forefront of his brain. As much as he wanted her, and oh how he did, he couldn't just walk up and...take her?
"Okay...this isn't working," he whispered, hands balling into fists as he clenched his eyes shut.
Maybe some smooth talking would come out any moment and he'd man up and go in. No...I'll look like a rapist, he thought. Or is this stalkery? Is that even a word? The others knew I was coming, why wouldn't they tell her? They would. I'm sure they-
"Chansung. Hi. You...made it. ...what are you doing?"
"I'm," he relaxed his hands and opened his eyes, "...pre-paring my-self...?"
"What?" she asked.
"Okay," he said, letting out a loud breath, "I honestly don't know what the fuck I'm suppose to do right now. I just had fun with you the other night and I wanted to see you again. And then I remembered that whole thing about us making out and you wanting to fuck me and that was...okay you're looking at me odd now. Let me start over. I...I'm not drunk. I'm completely coherent and you...you look beautiful."
Hyoyeon stood there, somewhere between wanting to say 'thank you' and laughing her butt off. Chansung took it as a sign to keep talking. It wasn't smooth, but maybe it was working.
"I just wanted to see you. Whatever we do is completely...up to you. ...there. That's it. I think-"
She crossed the gap and threw her arms around him before taking on his lips. He would have spoken or further pushed the boundaries of her patience by saying something else, but he reckoned her mouth tasted and felt much nicer than anything he had to give out at the moment. When she pulled back, both of them out of breath for a moment, more from a surge of adrenaline than lost breaths, she spoke up.
"Just. Shut. Up. ...damn."
Chansung laughed and she smiled back. They were back in the swing of the other night, so Chansung went with the flow, enveloping her lips this time and picking her up. Her legs wrapped around his waist tightly and they continued to nip at each other. She was light but he rested her against a wall, much to her dismay.
"Bed. ...bed Chansung."
Her kisses came down to his neck as he veered toward an empty room.
"Not that one," she breathed between pecks.
He grunted and turned, only to have her slip down and her feet touch the floor. It halted Chansung and he nearly fell on top of her. She let one of her arms catch her fall as one of Chansung's did his. He was right above her, breathing hard for no other reason than the fact that he was so near, so close to just sitting himself between her thighs and taking her.
"Ugh...here is fine," she acquiesed, and clothing began to come off.
Her shirt was pulled up first, and Chansung sat back to watch. She slowed when he did so, seeing the look of undone lust in his eyes. He smiled at her softly, taking in the mess her hair became once it was completely off. He saw how taut her little body was under everything, and even stared enviously at her bra, stretching with each swell of her chest. Chansung reached out to touch it, feeling the hardening tips of her nipples. His big hands slid around to the back of her body and pulled her closer. She still leaned back, one hand settling on the floor as the other attempted to fix her hair.
"Don't touch it." He pulled her hand away and began to lift his shirt with his free hand. "I meant it. You're beautiful."
Her put her small palm flat on his stomach, half on the beginning of his tiny trail of hair and hardened abs. Chansung continued to pull the rest of his shirt off before he bent to kiss her again, taking her head in his hands. Her hand stayed on his stomach, but one of his left her head, finding the shirts and making a makeshift pillow for her to rest on. Once she was settled, she couldn't help but speak up again.
"Don't know what to do huh?" she giggled.
He ground into her hips to shut her up.
"I lied."
Pants were nearly ripped off and her bra went next, nipples now as erect as Chansung's dick sitting on the jut of her hip. He rolled his hips to gain friction. Not wanting to stop touching her, he licked at her nipples, her throat, just inside her lips, whatever he could get his hands or tongue on before she was sopping wet and begging for him. When he did slide in, it was euphoric, that hit of ecstasy in when you were moving but hadn't felt that high yet. She was bracing him, almost holding her breath as he sunk in. He moved, and she began to sing. No words, or a sweet melody of some sort; she began to moan.
Chansung forgot how to breath, losing rhythm and hurting her, but a hurt so good it made her hit notes she hadn't hit before. Even he began to cry out, moaning like his life depended on it. He hitched on leg over his shoulder, plunging deeper into her. Hyoyeon sung his name; sung it on high like a choir to the heavens, and felt deliciously wonderful as she crescendoed. He couldn't stop, staring her straight in the eye as he watched and heard her.
"Fuck...fuck..." he yelled.
He kissed her again, holding on as he spent himself. He carried out his last notes into the depths of her mouth, both of them languidly tasting each other in the aftermath. Chansung pulled out, only having both of them wincing slightly. He held her in his arms, softly kissing her shoulder as her back remained flush to his front for warmth. It was a minute or two before she spoke up.
"So...you came all this way...just to have sex?"
"No," he continued to kiss the back of her neck, her shoulders, and nuzzle in her hair, "...I just wanted to talk. ...you told me to shut up."
She giggled and turned, kissing him on the lips again.
"You're an ass. ...but that's okay."
They began touching again, caressing again, trying to to start things back up. And they would have...had there not been an audience of three that just walked in.