[FIC] Meeting in the Studio {HoMin, NC-17}
{Meeting in the Studio}
HoMin, NC-17
SMUT~
Inspired by
doma_arsonica's comment. 8D
“Okay, but who’s going to take the last verse?”
“Changmin? I think the tone of his voice would really fit it.”
“No~” he shakes his head, waving his hand, “Maybe Junsu, he has the right extension for the high note.”
The leader, stood with arms crossed, nods, taking in the suggestions with a serious furrow in his brow as the piece of paper is passed between the five of them.
“I think Junsu would fit it perfectly.”
“I already sing the first verse! We have to end it strong with Min’s.”
They pause and think for awhile.
“Alright, we’ll have Min go in and sing it. I think it’s important we get this perfect.”
All three nod in agreement as the tallest lets out a deep breath,
“Well, my voice might be a little raspy…”
“Just go in, we know what it sounds like regularly anyways.” The eldest informs.
Slumping forward, he succumbs to the force of the other and lets himself be pushed towards the sound proof booth. The door shuts with a click and he approaches the mic for what feels like the hundredth time today and brings the headphones onto his head, leaving his left ear uncovered by the large puffy cushion.
“So we’ll start off a few lines before, just sing as best as you see fit.” the producer says through the intercom.
He nods, pressing the headphone harder against his ear with one hand and holding the paper with the other. The music begin and he mouths along with the words that have already been recorded, those belonging to Yoochun and with the director’s cue, begins singing the Japanese printed across the sheet. The lyrics are of a lover, the club, dancing and all those cliché happenings during a Friday night out with friends. It’s a good song though, he can’t deny that. Very danceable and up-tempo.
Yunho crosses his arms, not taking his eyes off the youngest. The way his neck extends, veins visible and his vocal chords stretching in order to reach those high notes none of them can replicate sends a shiver down his spine. Even after all these years, he still feels that odd weight of emotion in his stomach as Changmin uses his melodic voice to sing words like no one else.
“Good job! But we just need another one. You’ve got to extend the note a little further.”
He nods and makes eye contact with the leader, as he takes a sip from his water bottle. He can only assume the furrow means that he still thinks Junsu should be inside the soundproof box instead of himself. A smile spreads over his lips as the music restarts from Yoochun’s part and Changmin readies himself, clearing his throat into his fist.
Yoochun suddenly stands up from his lounged out position across the armchair,
“Are we going for anything to eat soon?”
Jaejoong bites Junsu’s earlobe, making the other gasp and giggle as he sits across his lap.
“Yeah,” their manager looks to his watch, “We should probably go get something to eat.”
“We can order out.” Yunho suggests as the other three send him death glares.
Like they want to be cooped up in the studio any longer then the 8 hours they’ve already spent alternating between sitting around and singing, especially with two of them looking like they’d rather be doing something that should be done in the privacy of their bedroom, where no one would witness the obvious want sparking between them. But even he feels the same, it only takes a few minutes of watching Changmin’s lips and throat and hands and-
“I was thinking of picking something up. That way you guys can just stay here.”
No one complains. The producer and director are stood in front of the controls as Changmin continues singing. But Yunho can already feel the looks being directed to the back of his head as he agrees.
“Orders?”
He watches everyone converse outside the glass window feeling completely forgotten until the producer presses down on the speaker button and can hear everyone speaking on the other side of the glass. Orders are made in a matter of moments, everyone getting in their preferred choices as the manager speaks into the phone. Yoochun leaves with their manager to the front in order to pay for their dinner, seeing as how he’s already done with all his parts.
His phone vibrates in his sweater pocket. Looking up, the two men are scanning the computer screen intently, biting his bottom lip he flips open his cell phone.
‘Can’t I just take you to the washroom and do you now? ;A;’
He meet Yunho’s gaze once again and smiles back at him before letting his fingers clumsily press the correct keys.
The buzz on his left thigh shakes him out of his tantalizing thoughts of Changmin gasping underneath him and peeks over to make sure the two older men are still looking at the visual peaks and dips of Changmin’s recording along the time lime of the song‘s instrumentals.
‘Like leader-sshi even has the balls to leave his responsibility of watching over the recording.’
Swallowing as he feels the little buzz in his palm, he accepts the message, laughing slightly before he replies.
‘Well, you know my balls better then I do. T_T’
A smirk stretches itself over his lips, glancing over his shoulder to find Jaejoong and Junsu giggling to one another over who knows what.
‘Just like you know my ass better then I? ^^;’
He sits down on stool and watches Yunho’s eyes scan the screen and then connect with his. They hold eye contact for what seems like an unusual amount of time for a glance and Yunho swipes his tongue along his bottom lip, letting it trail over the skin sensually slow.
Changmin swallows once again as he looks down, crossing his legs and texting Jaejoong.
‘Do you have any lube?’
‘Fucking perverts! ;A;’
‘Shut it! I know you have some, like you and Junsu can keep off one another’s laps for longer then an hour.’
‘Yah! Once, we had to wait 3 hours, okay? >.<’
‘Ooh~ Amazing, do you want an award? *___*’
‘Yes, please. Then I’ll give you one of my lube packets.’
‘Then I just might have to tell Junsu about you & Chun drinking last week.’
Changmin glares at the phone, hating the fact that it‘s Jaejoong’s fault why he can text so damn fast. But the next one isn’t from him.
‘Yeah, I suppose. But I think those two should meet each other again…right now.’
He tries not to laugh at the morbid reference and looks back up at the other man through the window.
Yunho smirks as he spins his phone in his hand. It vibrates once again and he flips it open, but instead of a text, he sees Yoochun’s name underneath ‘Incoming Call’.
“Hello?’ he stutters, bringing it to his ear.
“Food’s here. We’re setting it up in the lounge.”
“Alright, I’ll let everyone know.”
The other two stare up at him with slightly questioning looks.
Flipping his phone closed he turns to the two song creators,
“The food is here.”
“Ah~” The director rubs his stomach happily, “Good timing.”
He smiles and nods as both men stand up.
“Excuse us boys while we go dig in.”
All three of them bow as the two men chatter distractedly between themselves over the song and the correct placement of everyone’s singing, lost in their art. Yunho knows it’s common courtesy to follow the older, more respected men and to be there while they all eat. He knows he’s supposed to be the leader and make sure everyone of his band mates show their elders respect, especially for helping them on their new album.
But the heat sat all day in the very pit of his stomach has used up every last bit of his willpower. If he doesn’t fuck Changmin now, the only thing he’ll be able to do is stare wantonly at the youngest all night and end up saying or doing something stupid. Before the other two can follow them out, he grabs Jaejoong’s wrist, receiving a confused flutter of his eyelashes.
“Cover for us?” he whispers, pleadingly.
He shakes his head, “You two owe me fucking big, never mind an award…”
Yunho furrows his eyebrows at Jaejoong’s odd verbal vomit as he feels something shoved into his other hand.
“Let’s go, Susu~” Jaejoong winks, attaching himself to the other and making their way out of the room.
He blinks at the closing door and brings what feels like a packet of ketchup to his face.
“Hello?” he says into the mic, only now realizing that no one’s on the other side of the glass.
Sighing, he pulls off the headphones.
“They’re in the lounge.”
Startled, he turns to find Yunho closing the door behind him. The knowing flutter grows in his stomach as he steps up to his side, that fog of lust in his eyes.
“Oh? And we’re here…?”
Yunho threads his fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck , pulling Changmin’s head back a bit, and leaning down to bring their lips together. Teeth gnash and tongues tangle as they open their mouths with needy fervour.
“Fuck Changmin~” he groans, the younger man already palming the front of his jeans.
He quirks an eyebrow, reaching over with his other hand and unbuttoning his pants, dragging the zipper down as slowly as possible. The other man sighs at the barely there contact, humid breath skimming heavily over his lips.
“You don’t know how much I’ve wanted you today.”
Changmin chuckles lightly, leaning up and placing a chaste kiss to his chin as his fingers work between the folds of his boxers and take a firm grip on the hardened flesh. A shuddering gasp rocks through Yunho as he tilts Changmin’s chin up and licks around the pair of plump muscles, savouring the slight chapped, roughness against the tip of his tongue.
Moving his fist up and down loosely, pulling from Yunho’s grasp in order taste the salty tinge that’s already leaking from the very tip at the very back of his tongue, to relish in the throb and pulse on his lips. But the older man, grips his wrists and yanks him up off the stool, switching their places so that he‘s now sat on the stool and Changmin‘s stood in front of him.
“No time, baby.”
Groaning out of annoyance and slight arousal at Yunho’s tone, he watches as his long fingers work loose the front of his jeans, brushing ever so lightly against where it counts and reaches in the two layers to release him into the air. A shiver runs up his spine.
Stroking his full length, he peers up at the younger man and smiles at the way his eyes roll back as he lets his tongue dart forward and flick over the very tip. A whimper falls from parted lips as he tries to take the whole of Changmin into his mouth, throat tightening and relaxing around the head. With one long suck, he releases with an obnoxious pop that makes the other thrust slightly.
“Spread your legs.”
Pants and boxers pushed over his hips and around his knees, he intertwines his fingers into Yunho’s hair, complying with his orders and leans forward, shoulder meeting the top of the elder’s head.
Tearing open the silver packet, he smears some of the dense liquid over his two fingers and reaches behind Changmin. A moan ghosts over the nape of his neck as he runs his pinkie down the crevice in order to find his entrance. Once located, he pushes past the tight rings and sucks the hard flesh between puckered lips.
“Yunho~” he groans, unashamedly.
His legs shake as the second finger joins the first and begins spreading, stretching his hole. White hot heat spreads all over from both of Yunho’s ministrations and he gasps as the compression building at the base of his cock. Wanting some more of Yunho’s taste in his mouth, he tilts his head back and bites his bottom lip, scraping the pink muscle between his teeth before straightening up and turning his back to him.
Taking the hint and enjoying the sight of Changmin’s bare backside at eyelevel, fingers buried inside, Yunho groans as he swiftly pulls out his digits - making the younger whimper loudly - and guides his hips onto his lap. Gasping at the strain of his insides, he forces himself on the rigid member as much as their position will allow for.
“You’re so sexy~” he states slipping hands underneath the younger’s sweatshirt and flicking his thumbs over taut nipples, “You like feeling my cock inside you don’t you?”
“Ungh~”
Changmin falls forward, gripping his knees as he begins bouncing, letting himself be filled over and over at his own pace. Swirling his hips, Yunho grunts as a hand is pulled from his chest and grips his own cock, already slick with saliva and precum.
“Harder, Minnie. Ride me harder.”
Moaning with the roll of his name from the other’s tongue, he quickens the bounce, the pump over his length matching it almost perfectly. Yunho wants to kiss him, lick every possible body part, scrap teeth over his dark honey skin but takes to focusing on the twist of his fingers around the other’s nipple and the pump of his fist.
“Deeper.”
Their clothes serve to quicken the heat’s claim over their body and Changmin can already feel the pressure approaching the exploding point. Taking a few well aimed bounces, the head of Yunho’s erection grazes his prostate and the unravelling begins.
Muscles tighten around him in a blinding, eye blurring fashion as he attempts to collect the hot, melting excrement in his palm as he himself feels the ripples and tremors tremble through the younger and flow through his own body. He grunts, thrusting a few more times into the clenched opening and everything is released deep and sporadically.
“My god…” Changmin mutters, leaning forward even more as the waves of oversensitivity lick every nerve in his body and the hot seed sears his insides.
Letting his arms fall, he wraps one around the younger’s bare waist and sighs, nuzzling his cheek into his back.
“Our other body parts need to get to know one another better.”
A laugh rumbles from his chest, making him tip forward under the other’s weight.
*
“Oh, yeah. We got a demo of the three songs you guys recorded last week. They also wrote a letter about how you five were really professional, they said they were really impressed with your additional work.”
“Additional work?” Junsu wonders from the backseat of the van.
The others shrug as their manager pops in the CD and turns up the volume.
“This was…the last song we recorded, right?” Jaejoong asks, head back on the seat and eyes closed.
“Yeah, I really like this one.” Yunho nods with Yoochun’s statement.
Tipping fingers and bobbing heads along with the fast beat, the chorus arises and then they realize what exactly wasn’t on the original version they heard of the song. Three of them blink to one another, confused by the sudden additions they know they didn’t record while at the studio.
The repeated moan behind the chorus’ lead makes a flush of heat roll up Yunho’s neck. He knows exactly who’s vocal chords make that enticing sound. Crossing his legs, he folds his arms and chances a glance to his right.
Changmin doesn’t react at all, simply stares straight ahead and takes in the over sexual vocals he and the leader have only shared with one another in the last two years and tries not to imagine crazy fan girls sitting with blasting headphones screwed into their ears, swearing it’s JaeHo making a ruckus.
“This is so…sexy.” Jaejoong says, all grins and energy suddenly returning.
-
If it seems fast, that was the point~
Like Yunho's going take his time while his responsibility of leader is still weighing on him. XDD
ANYWAYS.
If there are mistakes, or anything confusing, let me know. 8DDD
& be sure to leave me some loving? ;~; ♥
HoMin, NC-17
SMUT~
Inspired by
doma_arsonica's comment. 8D
“Okay, but who’s going to take the last verse?”
“Changmin? I think the tone of his voice would really fit it.”
“No~” he shakes his head, waving his hand, “Maybe Junsu, he has the right extension for the high note.”
The leader, stood with arms crossed, nods, taking in the suggestions with a serious furrow in his brow as the piece of paper is passed between the five of them.
“I think Junsu would fit it perfectly.”
“I already sing the first verse! We have to end it strong with Min’s.”
They pause and think for awhile.
“Alright, we’ll have Min go in and sing it. I think it’s important we get this perfect.”
All three nod in agreement as the tallest lets out a deep breath,
“Well, my voice might be a little raspy…”
“Just go in, we know what it sounds like regularly anyways.” The eldest informs.
Slumping forward, he succumbs to the force of the other and lets himself be pushed towards the sound proof booth. The door shuts with a click and he approaches the mic for what feels like the hundredth time today and brings the headphones onto his head, leaving his left ear uncovered by the large puffy cushion.
“So we’ll start off a few lines before, just sing as best as you see fit.” the producer says through the intercom.
He nods, pressing the headphone harder against his ear with one hand and holding the paper with the other. The music begin and he mouths along with the words that have already been recorded, those belonging to Yoochun and with the director’s cue, begins singing the Japanese printed across the sheet. The lyrics are of a lover, the club, dancing and all those cliché happenings during a Friday night out with friends. It’s a good song though, he can’t deny that. Very danceable and up-tempo.
Yunho crosses his arms, not taking his eyes off the youngest. The way his neck extends, veins visible and his vocal chords stretching in order to reach those high notes none of them can replicate sends a shiver down his spine. Even after all these years, he still feels that odd weight of emotion in his stomach as Changmin uses his melodic voice to sing words like no one else.
“Good job! But we just need another one. You’ve got to extend the note a little further.”
He nods and makes eye contact with the leader, as he takes a sip from his water bottle. He can only assume the furrow means that he still thinks Junsu should be inside the soundproof box instead of himself. A smile spreads over his lips as the music restarts from Yoochun’s part and Changmin readies himself, clearing his throat into his fist.
Yoochun suddenly stands up from his lounged out position across the armchair,
“Are we going for anything to eat soon?”
Jaejoong bites Junsu’s earlobe, making the other gasp and giggle as he sits across his lap.
“Yeah,” their manager looks to his watch, “We should probably go get something to eat.”
“We can order out.” Yunho suggests as the other three send him death glares.
Like they want to be cooped up in the studio any longer then the 8 hours they’ve already spent alternating between sitting around and singing, especially with two of them looking like they’d rather be doing something that should be done in the privacy of their bedroom, where no one would witness the obvious want sparking between them. But even he feels the same, it only takes a few minutes of watching Changmin’s lips and throat and hands and-
“I was thinking of picking something up. That way you guys can just stay here.”
No one complains. The producer and director are stood in front of the controls as Changmin continues singing. But Yunho can already feel the looks being directed to the back of his head as he agrees.
“Orders?”
He watches everyone converse outside the glass window feeling completely forgotten until the producer presses down on the speaker button and can hear everyone speaking on the other side of the glass. Orders are made in a matter of moments, everyone getting in their preferred choices as the manager speaks into the phone. Yoochun leaves with their manager to the front in order to pay for their dinner, seeing as how he’s already done with all his parts.
His phone vibrates in his sweater pocket. Looking up, the two men are scanning the computer screen intently, biting his bottom lip he flips open his cell phone.
‘Can’t I just take you to the washroom and do you now? ;A;’
He meet Yunho’s gaze once again and smiles back at him before letting his fingers clumsily press the correct keys.
The buzz on his left thigh shakes him out of his tantalizing thoughts of Changmin gasping underneath him and peeks over to make sure the two older men are still looking at the visual peaks and dips of Changmin’s recording along the time lime of the song‘s instrumentals.
‘Like leader-sshi even has the balls to leave his responsibility of watching over the recording.’
Swallowing as he feels the little buzz in his palm, he accepts the message, laughing slightly before he replies.
‘Well, you know my balls better then I do. T_T’
A smirk stretches itself over his lips, glancing over his shoulder to find Jaejoong and Junsu giggling to one another over who knows what.
‘Just like you know my ass better then I? ^^;’
He sits down on stool and watches Yunho’s eyes scan the screen and then connect with his. They hold eye contact for what seems like an unusual amount of time for a glance and Yunho swipes his tongue along his bottom lip, letting it trail over the skin sensually slow.
Changmin swallows once again as he looks down, crossing his legs and texting Jaejoong.
‘Do you have any lube?’
‘Fucking perverts! ;A;’
‘Shut it! I know you have some, like you and Junsu can keep off one another’s laps for longer then an hour.’
‘Yah! Once, we had to wait 3 hours, okay? >.<’
‘Ooh~ Amazing, do you want an award? *___*’
‘Yes, please. Then I’ll give you one of my lube packets.’
‘Then I just might have to tell Junsu about you & Chun drinking last week.’
Changmin glares at the phone, hating the fact that it‘s Jaejoong’s fault why he can text so damn fast. But the next one isn’t from him.
‘Yeah, I suppose. But I think those two should meet each other again…right now.’
He tries not to laugh at the morbid reference and looks back up at the other man through the window.
Yunho smirks as he spins his phone in his hand. It vibrates once again and he flips it open, but instead of a text, he sees Yoochun’s name underneath ‘Incoming Call’.
“Hello?’ he stutters, bringing it to his ear.
“Food’s here. We’re setting it up in the lounge.”
“Alright, I’ll let everyone know.”
The other two stare up at him with slightly questioning looks.
Flipping his phone closed he turns to the two song creators,
“The food is here.”
“Ah~” The director rubs his stomach happily, “Good timing.”
He smiles and nods as both men stand up.
“Excuse us boys while we go dig in.”
All three of them bow as the two men chatter distractedly between themselves over the song and the correct placement of everyone’s singing, lost in their art. Yunho knows it’s common courtesy to follow the older, more respected men and to be there while they all eat. He knows he’s supposed to be the leader and make sure everyone of his band mates show their elders respect, especially for helping them on their new album.
But the heat sat all day in the very pit of his stomach has used up every last bit of his willpower. If he doesn’t fuck Changmin now, the only thing he’ll be able to do is stare wantonly at the youngest all night and end up saying or doing something stupid. Before the other two can follow them out, he grabs Jaejoong’s wrist, receiving a confused flutter of his eyelashes.
“Cover for us?” he whispers, pleadingly.
He shakes his head, “You two owe me fucking big, never mind an award…”
Yunho furrows his eyebrows at Jaejoong’s odd verbal vomit as he feels something shoved into his other hand.
“Let’s go, Susu~” Jaejoong winks, attaching himself to the other and making their way out of the room.
He blinks at the closing door and brings what feels like a packet of ketchup to his face.
“Hello?” he says into the mic, only now realizing that no one’s on the other side of the glass.
Sighing, he pulls off the headphones.
“They’re in the lounge.”
Startled, he turns to find Yunho closing the door behind him. The knowing flutter grows in his stomach as he steps up to his side, that fog of lust in his eyes.
“Oh? And we’re here…?”
Yunho threads his fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck , pulling Changmin’s head back a bit, and leaning down to bring their lips together. Teeth gnash and tongues tangle as they open their mouths with needy fervour.
“Fuck Changmin~” he groans, the younger man already palming the front of his jeans.
He quirks an eyebrow, reaching over with his other hand and unbuttoning his pants, dragging the zipper down as slowly as possible. The other man sighs at the barely there contact, humid breath skimming heavily over his lips.
“You don’t know how much I’ve wanted you today.”
Changmin chuckles lightly, leaning up and placing a chaste kiss to his chin as his fingers work between the folds of his boxers and take a firm grip on the hardened flesh. A shuddering gasp rocks through Yunho as he tilts Changmin’s chin up and licks around the pair of plump muscles, savouring the slight chapped, roughness against the tip of his tongue.
Moving his fist up and down loosely, pulling from Yunho’s grasp in order taste the salty tinge that’s already leaking from the very tip at the very back of his tongue, to relish in the throb and pulse on his lips. But the older man, grips his wrists and yanks him up off the stool, switching their places so that he‘s now sat on the stool and Changmin‘s stood in front of him.
“No time, baby.”
Groaning out of annoyance and slight arousal at Yunho’s tone, he watches as his long fingers work loose the front of his jeans, brushing ever so lightly against where it counts and reaches in the two layers to release him into the air. A shiver runs up his spine.
Stroking his full length, he peers up at the younger man and smiles at the way his eyes roll back as he lets his tongue dart forward and flick over the very tip. A whimper falls from parted lips as he tries to take the whole of Changmin into his mouth, throat tightening and relaxing around the head. With one long suck, he releases with an obnoxious pop that makes the other thrust slightly.
“Spread your legs.”
Pants and boxers pushed over his hips and around his knees, he intertwines his fingers into Yunho’s hair, complying with his orders and leans forward, shoulder meeting the top of the elder’s head.
Tearing open the silver packet, he smears some of the dense liquid over his two fingers and reaches behind Changmin. A moan ghosts over the nape of his neck as he runs his pinkie down the crevice in order to find his entrance. Once located, he pushes past the tight rings and sucks the hard flesh between puckered lips.
“Yunho~” he groans, unashamedly.
His legs shake as the second finger joins the first and begins spreading, stretching his hole. White hot heat spreads all over from both of Yunho’s ministrations and he gasps as the compression building at the base of his cock. Wanting some more of Yunho’s taste in his mouth, he tilts his head back and bites his bottom lip, scraping the pink muscle between his teeth before straightening up and turning his back to him.
Taking the hint and enjoying the sight of Changmin’s bare backside at eyelevel, fingers buried inside, Yunho groans as he swiftly pulls out his digits - making the younger whimper loudly - and guides his hips onto his lap. Gasping at the strain of his insides, he forces himself on the rigid member as much as their position will allow for.
“You’re so sexy~” he states slipping hands underneath the younger’s sweatshirt and flicking his thumbs over taut nipples, “You like feeling my cock inside you don’t you?”
“Ungh~”
Changmin falls forward, gripping his knees as he begins bouncing, letting himself be filled over and over at his own pace. Swirling his hips, Yunho grunts as a hand is pulled from his chest and grips his own cock, already slick with saliva and precum.
“Harder, Minnie. Ride me harder.”
Moaning with the roll of his name from the other’s tongue, he quickens the bounce, the pump over his length matching it almost perfectly. Yunho wants to kiss him, lick every possible body part, scrap teeth over his dark honey skin but takes to focusing on the twist of his fingers around the other’s nipple and the pump of his fist.
“Deeper.”
Their clothes serve to quicken the heat’s claim over their body and Changmin can already feel the pressure approaching the exploding point. Taking a few well aimed bounces, the head of Yunho’s erection grazes his prostate and the unravelling begins.
Muscles tighten around him in a blinding, eye blurring fashion as he attempts to collect the hot, melting excrement in his palm as he himself feels the ripples and tremors tremble through the younger and flow through his own body. He grunts, thrusting a few more times into the clenched opening and everything is released deep and sporadically.
“My god…” Changmin mutters, leaning forward even more as the waves of oversensitivity lick every nerve in his body and the hot seed sears his insides.
Letting his arms fall, he wraps one around the younger’s bare waist and sighs, nuzzling his cheek into his back.
“Our other body parts need to get to know one another better.”
A laugh rumbles from his chest, making him tip forward under the other’s weight.
*
“Oh, yeah. We got a demo of the three songs you guys recorded last week. They also wrote a letter about how you five were really professional, they said they were really impressed with your additional work.”
“Additional work?” Junsu wonders from the backseat of the van.
The others shrug as their manager pops in the CD and turns up the volume.
“This was…the last song we recorded, right?” Jaejoong asks, head back on the seat and eyes closed.
“Yeah, I really like this one.” Yunho nods with Yoochun’s statement.
Tipping fingers and bobbing heads along with the fast beat, the chorus arises and then they realize what exactly wasn’t on the original version they heard of the song. Three of them blink to one another, confused by the sudden additions they know they didn’t record while at the studio.
The repeated moan behind the chorus’ lead makes a flush of heat roll up Yunho’s neck. He knows exactly who’s vocal chords make that enticing sound. Crossing his legs, he folds his arms and chances a glance to his right.
Changmin doesn’t react at all, simply stares straight ahead and takes in the over sexual vocals he and the leader have only shared with one another in the last two years and tries not to imagine crazy fan girls sitting with blasting headphones screwed into their ears, swearing it’s JaeHo making a ruckus.
“This is so…sexy.” Jaejoong says, all grins and energy suddenly returning.
-
If it seems fast, that was the point~
Like Yunho's going take his time while his responsibility of leader is still weighing on him. XDD
ANYWAYS.
If there are mistakes, or anything confusing, let me know. 8DDD
& be sure to leave me some loving? ;~; ♥