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Summary: It was never supposed to get this far. The intentions were clear: make it hot, make it spectacular, make it something the fangirls will cream themselves over time and time again. Innuendos, suggestiveness, grinding hips and wandering fingers, lips parted and close enough for their laboured, hot breaths to mix. On stage. Under the blinding lights, surrounded by the deafening screams of hundreds of fans unblinkingly staring right at the display presented to them.
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It was never supposed to get this far. The intentions were clear: make it hot, make it spectacular, make it something the fangirls will cream themselves over time and time again. Innuendos, suggestiveness, grinding hips and wandering fingers, lips parted and close enough for their laboured, hot breaths to mix. On stage. Under the blinding lights, surrounded by the deafening screams of hundreds of fans unblinkingly staring right at the display presented to them.
Make it look like you want to fuck each other's brains out, boys.
Only, making it look like it was never supposed to turn into actually wanting it. When Jonghyun reaches out and twines his fingers into Taemin's hair, bends his head backwards to be able to run his lips down his throat, it makes them both shudder. This time, when their bodies press together there's no need to act anything. Taemin bucks against Jonghyun willingly, desperately, trying to feel the hard planes of his body against his own. Jonghyun seems almost frenzied, bringing his mouth so close that Taemin is certain he'll kiss him this time, for real.
Suddenly Taemin realizes how screwed they really are. One wrong move and the façade will come crashing down, and he doesn't want to see the reactions from the people around them. He doesn't want their manager to look at them, disappointed, or people to start whispering behind their backs. Most importantly, he doesn't want to start dry-humping Jonghyun on stage, since as much as the fans love them being touchy they didn't pay to see full-on porn.
It's hard, though, with the way Jonghyun seems to be completely unaware of the way their push-and-pull has managed to throw Taemin over the line, nudge him just that little bit too far. He looks at Taemin with sparkling eyes that look nearly black in this light, his lips curved into a cocky smirk that seems to be saying he's in control of everything. Taemin can only hope that everyone thinks he's just that good an actor, able to fake this kind of horniness.
There's nothing fake in the bulge straining the front of his pants, though. He almost wishes he could just stick his hand down his front and jerk off right then and there, but at least the coherent part of his mind is still in control enough to hold him back. Instead he focuses on channelling all of that into the performance, lets the desire melt into his blood flow until he's moving like liquid seduction.
If the flash in Jonghyun's eyes is anything to go by he doesn't miss the change. This eggs Taemin on, gives him even more courage, feels like little explosions down his nerve-tracks and he's unable to stop. By the time they're at the end of the performance and Jonghyun breaks out the handcuffs, he's pretty much ready to ask for being cuffed into the stage props so they can get it on for real.
Of course none of that happens and in a whirl they're out, down the stage and hurrying out of the way for the next song. They know they have a break now but while Taemin thinks he'll use it to discreetly jack off in the toilet, Jonghyun obviously has other ideas judging by the way he doesn't release Taemin from the cuffs and instead drags him along.
Even when Taemin is slammed against a tiled wall he doesn't get a single word in to protest as there's a hot mouth on his, a tongue urgently parting his lips to deepen the contact. It sends another hot flash of desire down Taemin's spine and he doesn't even think when he bucks up and grinds against Jonghyun's bulky frame again, and again and again, desperate for any friction. Only when Jonghyun finally pulls back for air does it hit him what's going on.
