Daily Interactions

One

It was just another normal day. If by normal it means being jam packed with back to back shows and finishing at godforsaken hours, then it is indeed a normal day but he wouldn't give this up despite how tired he felt. He rubbed his aching neck as he led the way to their dressing room. How many hours will he get to sleep tonight? What are their schedules like for tomorrow? Still as intense? For the life of him, he couldn't remember.

He turned to ask Singto when a hand reach out to hold onto his upper arm, pushing him the last few steps into their dressing room, slamming him against the door as a finger flicked the lock shut, both of them staring at each other, one confused and the other intent.

"Didn't you learn it in school?"
"What..."
"Never wake a sleeping lion"

Lips dived down to capture surprised ones. A light sigh, a soft moan released.

Finally

It had been too long in the coming for this to happen. Soon it turned heavy when both battled to be the hunter in this game before one became a willing prey and concentrated on returning the same intensity as he was being eaten alive. All the teasing, the innuendos, the flirtations, the pot had finally bubbled over.

There is no finesse to it, both too eager and too impatient as shirts was yanked open just enough for bare chests to meet, his pants and briefs were pulled off and soon the older kneeling in front of him and his left leg was pulled to rest on top of a dark shoulder, almost precarious position exposing himself to the older as the other trailed kisses down his happy trail before nuzzling against the hard erection. Before he could beg, the other took pity and warm warm wet heat enveloped him.

What the fuck is this?

Thoughts, what little of it disappeared as his head banged loudly against the door as his knees liquidified at the particularly hard suck as the other withdraw, leaving only the tip still engulfed in warm wet heat before releasing it with an almost vulgar plop.

Pain at the back of head, what pain? All sensations, every single nerve endings, every single attention are pooled and held at the mercy of that particularly talented mouth which is accompanied by way too smug pair of eyes.

A hand cup around his base, lightly squeezing while an errant tongue traced pulsing veins from the head and lower down to the underside of his too tight balls. That same tongue now move back up, drawing shivers and shudders before swirling around the underside, teasing the nerve endings of his frenelum before far too soon moving away. His soft protest died when that sinful mouth swallowed him again, slowly carefully, taking care not to choke as he relaxed his gag reflex.

He gripped hard on the other's shoulder, trying hard not to buckle wildly as what he instinctively want to do. The pair of eyes of him is far too knowing of his barely reined desires as a hand reached to hold his waist steady. He closed his eyes, racking a hand through his far too dischevelled hair and let the sensations run through his veins, concentrating on pacing his breathing and not cumming too fast, it won't do to explode in ten seconds like a teenage boy receiving his first blow job.

Fuck it, no teenage boy will ever experience what he is experiencing right now. He just want to cum right now. A tight grip at the base of his cock denied him the release that he was so close to, driving him nuts, tears of frustration heading at the corner of his eyes.

"Fuck.. stop messing with..."

A wet finger tapped on his entrance without warning, making him clench instinctively. When did the older lubricate his finger and with what? He also wondered how the fuck is he able to even think and wonder all of this when there is so much senstations racking through his being.

"Relax"

Eventhough he know that pleasure will surely follow, heck he had read more than enough articles on this when he realized that his feelings, their feelings are much more than just brothers, despite all that, he still tensed up, drawing a wry smile from the other. He wanted to complain but that finger pushed in to the first knuckle, making him suck his breath harshly. That same mouth swallowed him again distracting him, the dual sensation on both ends frizzled his brain especially when the finger brushed against that spot. He could feel the curve of smile around his erection as the older felt the tension running through him, knowing that the sweet spot was found.

Again and again the finger sweep past that spot, and he couldn't decide, to push up into the warm suction or to push down into that damn finger which had now multiplied to two and then soon after three fingers. It is too damn much, and yet it was not nearly enough. Whichever action he took, it drove him closer to that edge. His glazed eyes opened to look down at the older who is desperately tugging his own cock as his head and fingers kept busy. Fuck, that sight burned into his retinas. He held to Singto's head, pushing the other away as he tried to find the words that somehow eluded his fried brain cells.

"I need you"

The older nodded as he stood up, a hand gripped tight on his upper thigh, pulling him close, their groins colliding drawing out groans at the contact. Soon all that he could think of was how full he fucking feel as he was slowly filled to the brim, the older still somehow able to retain some sense as he gave the younger time to adjust to him. They shared a breath or two before starting the age old movement, one giving, one receiving, it was slow, it went faster, it was haphazard, it was messy, it was beautiful when they both peaked together.

Both pair of legs decided to collapse on them, the adrenaline that held them up all spent leaving both in a tumble of limbs in front of the boring grey dressing room door, drawing laughter from both of them. It may not be people's normal perfect first time but for them, this felt right. A hand reached out to tuck away the lock of hair that fell into his eyes as he lifted his head from its resting place on the sweaty chest. He leaned upwards towards the older to press a sweet kiss on the cheek.

"That's one out of two hundred"

A/N : Happy 2019! I'm early but still... somehow my fics been either angst or this recently.. going to detox myself and bring back some simple fluff..