[M] Girls (1/1)

“Part of being an idol requires you to be involved in TV appearances, so what’s the funniest thing you’ve done on a TV show?”The words are in English, so Seunghyun only understands bits and pieces of what the interviewer is even saying.  He and the other members are all sitting in a row doing an interview for Fuse TV, but the only one who seems into it is Youngbae, probably because he’s been practicing a lot for this.“Actually, we did a lot,” Youngbae answers.  He rattles off something else and says, “During the concert, we did stuff like girls costumes.”Seunghyun isn’t too sure what they’re talking about.  He’s just trying to be polite and pretend like he’s listening, and hopefully, if he holds really still, he won’t draw any attention to himself and no one will expect him to chime in.He does understand what the interviewer asks next, though.“Who was the prettiest girl out of you guys?”Sitting beside him is Jiyong, who looks like he’s considering the question, but then Youngbae answers for all of them.  “Top.”The woman sounds surprised.  “Top was the prettiest girl?”Seunghyun’s lips twitch.  Was Youngbae fucking blind?But Youngbae just keeps nodding along, insistent on his answer.  “He’s prettiest and gorgeous and glamorous.”“What do you think about that?” the interviewer asks him, and she laughs when Seunghyun doesn’t seem too impressed with Youngbae’s choice.But seriously, he’s seen footage of him in drag before, and it’s not pretty or gorgeous or any of the other things Youngbae keeps babbling about.  It’s pretty fucking heinous, actually.  There’s a reason Seunghyun never plays the girl in any of their parodies.No, they should leave that for Jiyong.  Seunghyun smirks at the thought, reaching one arm around to rest on the back of the other man’s chair.  He keeps smirking when the woman asks him, “Who do you think was the prettiest?”Seunghyun doesn’t get the chance to answer; Youngbae is already interjecting with something about Seunghyun’s low voice, but that’s fine.  No matter what Youngbae’s saying right now, they all know who the real prettiest is.  Seunghyun’s smirk deepens as he rubs his hand in little circles against Jiyong’s back.  When they finally get back to their hotel that night, Jiyong throws himself down on the queen bed closest to the window in the spacious room they’re sharing.  Seunghyun sits down on the side of the other bed, facing Jiyong.  He takes his sunglasses off and sets them on the little nightstand between their beds.Jiyong lets out a longsuffering sigh.  “I hate doing interviews in other languages.  It’s hard coming up with something to say.”Seunghyun shrugs.  “You could always just do what I do.”Jiyong scoffs.  “At least you weren’t as bad as Daesung and Seungri this time.  They looked like they just couldn’t wait to get out of there.”Seunghyun smiles to himself.  He can already see the scolding those two are in for when Jiyong sees them next, about how they should at least pretend to give a fuck about what’s going on, whether they understand the language or not.“Yeah,” Seunghyun says, “but I think the real one to be concerned about is Youngbae.”“Youngbae?”Seunghyun makes an affirmative sound in the back of his throat.  “He’s clearly having issues if he thinks I make the prettiest girl.  No wonder he’s having trouble with girls.  The ones who keep chasing after him clearly aren’t his type.”Jiyong giggles.  “Maybe you should go put on a dress and show him how a real woman loves her man.”Seunghyun smirks.  “Maybe you should take your own advice.”“What?”Seunghyun waggles his eyebrows at him.  “Did you bring it?”Jiyong’s cheeks turn pink.  “Bring what?”“Don’t play dumb,” he says.  “Go put it on.”“Right now?”Seunghyun nods.Jiyong groans.  “Seriously.  The things I do for you.”  He rolls out of the bed and grabs one of his bags on the way to the bathroom.Seunghyun kicks back on the bed and folds his hands behind his head.  He hears the shower start running and settles in for his wait.  When Jiyong finally comes out of the bathroom, his steps are small and shy, and he has his arms crossed to hide what he can of himself.  But Seunghyun’s jaw still drops at the sight before him.  Jiyong’s wearing this short little pleated skirt with black patent shoes and a pair of tall white knee socks that come up just over his knees.  On top, he has a short sleeved oxford shirt with a little plaid tie that matches his skirt.  His eyelashes look long and thick, lips glossy and inviting.“Don’t you dare laugh,” Jiyong says, eyes flitting back and forth between Seunghyun and the floor, too nervous and shy to stay trained on any one spot.Seunghyun closes his mouth.  Laughing is the last thing on his mind.  He sits up and scoots his way down to the edge of the bed.  “Uncross your arms.”Jiyong bites his lip, but he does what Seunghyun says, arms straightening down at his sides.Seunghyun nods his approval.  “Turn around.  Let me look at you.”Jiyong tilts his head back and lets out a put upon sigh, but he follows that order, too.  Slowly, he turns in place, one full circle so Seunghyun can take him in from every angle.  When he’s finally facing Seunghyun again, he covers his face in embarrassment.  “Oh god, I can’t believe I’m doing this.”Seunghyun smirks.  Jiyong’s so cute, the way he always acts so embarrassed about things he’s clearly enjoying.  He remembers when they did their parody, and Jiyong had pretended to be so miserable in each of his costumes.  He also remembers how he’d caught him checking himself out in the mirror, so he doesn’t pay much heed to Jiyong’s fretting.Seunghyun waggles his eyebrows playfully, and Jiyong laughs, looking away.  And then Seunghyun pats the tops of his thighs.  “Come sit on Oppa’s lap.”Jiyong lets out an embarrassed laugh and trudges over.  He daintily lowers himself down onto Seunghyun’s lap, and when he sees how wide Seunghyun is grinning at him, he buries his face into Seunghyun’s shoulder, shy.  Jiyong smells good, fresh and clean from his shower, and Seunghyun wraps his arm around him to keep him pressed close.  Jiyong’s muffled voice asks, “Why do you get off on this so much?”Seunghyun chuckles.  With his free hand, he forces Jiyong’s head back up, makes him look at him.  He rubs the pad of his thumb over Jiyong’s plump bottom lip and answers, “Because you do.”Jiyong opens his mouth to deny it, but Seunghyun swoops in and uses the opportunity to slot their lips together and slide his tongue inside Jiyong’s mouth.  Jiyong groans in surprise, hand raising up to fist in Seunghyun’s hair, and Seunghyun kisses him until he’s gasping with it, until he’s wriggling insistently in Seunghyun’s lap.“Do you want to know what my favorite part is?” Seunghyun asks.  Jiyong just blushes, not responding one way or the other, so Seunghyun decides to tell him anyway.  He smooths one hand up Jiyong’s thigh and presses his mouth against his ear.  “I like sliding my hand up under your skirt.”And that’s what he does, slipping his hand beneath the pleated material until his fingertips brush against the seam of Jiyong’s leg.  His fingers trail over the material he finds there, surprised when it feels like cotton.  He pushes the skirt up so he can better see what Jiyong’s wearing underneath.  It’s a pair of white cotton panties with a little red bow on the hip.Jiyong grins self-consciously.  “I thought they fit the theme better than lace or a thong.”Seunghyun swallows and nods, agreeing, and then he narrows his eyes at Jiyong.   “Take them off.”Jiyong sucks in a shuddering breath before gingerly pulling himself up out of Seunghyun’s lap.  His hands disappear up under his skirt, but then Seunghyun shakes his head.  “No.  Turn around first.”  Understanding lights in Jiyong’s eyes, and he pivots around on the balls of his feet.  Slowly, he pushes the underwear down, holds on to the sides of them as he bends over and slides them all the way down to his ankles.Seunghyun’s mouth goes dry at the sight of Jiyong’s ass in the air, just barely covered by his sweet little skirt.  One of his hands lands on Jiyong’s hip to keep him steady and the other one flips the skirt up to expose Jiyong’s bare skin.  Seunghyun leans forward to press a hot, openmouthed kiss to one of Jiyong’s cheeks, to scrape his teeth over the tender flesh.  When Jiyong lets out this little groan, Seunghyun stands up abruptly.  Because he knows exactly what he wants to do next.Once he’s standing, he urges Jiyong to straighten back up, too.  And Jiyong does, turning around in Seunghyun’s arms to meet his waiting lips.  Seunghyun kisses him insistently, licking deep into Jiyong’s mouth, turning them about so he can shove Jiyong down onto the bed.  Jiyong tries to sit back up, but Seunghyun flattens his palm against the center of his chest and forces him to stay where he is.Seunghyun grabs Jiyong’s thighs right above the spot where they meet his knees and tugs him until his ass is right at the edge of the mattress, and then he spreads Jiyong’s bent legs wide apart.  “Hold them up,” he orders.Jiyong looks absolutely delicious, pupils blown wide, face flushed a pretty pink, but he does as he’s told.  His hands reach down and catch the backs of his own thighs, and he holds them high and wide.  Seunghyun sinks to his knees at the foot of the bed and gazes hungrily at all of the places this new angle has exposed.  He wraps his hand around one of Jiyong’s sock-covered ankles and presses his mouth against the sensitive spot right above it.  He nips and kisses along Jiyong’s calf, over his knee, slides his tongue along the line where his knee sock meets skin. He presses a kiss to the underside of Jiyong’s knee and then starts working his way down.  His lips trail over Jiyong’s supple thigh, skin smooth and hairless.  Seunghyun smirks.  He’s not sure whether Jiyong waxed or shaved, but he obviously put a good deal of effort into preparing for this.Jiyong’s legs are quivering, fingers clenched tight around the backs of his thighs, cock hard and straining between them, and Seunghyun finally decides to have mercy on him.  He nuzzles gently against Jiyong’s cock before lowering further down, sliding his tongue down his shaft, over his sack, until he reaches his puckered hole.At the first contact of Seunghyun’s tongue with his hole, Jiyong rocks the bottom half of his body up, pulls his legs up even higher, a clear invitation to continue, so Seunghyun just keeps pressing his tongue against him.  He keeps his tongue wet and pliant, dragging it over Jiyong’s skin, laving at his rim, and when Jiyong starts keening, whining in this high-pitched little voice, Seunghyun completely lets go.  He kisses him and suckles, drags lips and tongue insistently over his skin.Jiyong’s hole is clenched tight from all the attention it’s getting, but Seunghyun doesn’t care, just works his tongue inside, over and over again in these shallow little thrusts.  And Jiyong cries and whines and rocks up onto Seunghyun’s tongue, so he keeps going, making love to Jiyong with his mouth.“Please,” Jiyong whimpers.  “Oppa.”Liquid fire rushes through Seunghyun’s veins.  Shit.  That never fails to turn him on, and Jiyong knows that.  He uses it to his every advantage.But not this time.  He’s not ending this that quickly.Seunghyun pulls away and stands back up, and Jiyong looks up at him in confusion.  He makes such a pretty picture like this, chest heaving, legs splayed wide, skirt rucked up around his hips.Turning on his heal, Seunghyun makes his way toward the bathroom to find the bag Jiyong had taken in there earlier.  It doesn’t take long at all to find the lube Jiyong packed.  On his way back to Jiyong, he uncaps the bottle and starts slicking his fingers. Jiyong is sitting up on the bed when Seunghyun gets back, and his eyes immediately fix on Seunghyun’s glistening hand.  Seunghyun drops the bottle onto the bed and then crawls onto the mattress and kneels in the center of it, right in front of where Jiyong is sitting.  With his dry hand, he pats his thigh, and Jiyong bites his lip before crawling over to straddle Seunghyun’s lap, clutching at Seunghyun’s shoulders to hold himself in place.Seunghyun smiles and gently tugs at one of Jiyong’s ears, and Jiyong laughs, eyes sparkling, smile so bright his gums are showing.  Warmth fills his chest at the sound of that laugh, and Seunghyun presses a soft kiss to the side of Jiyong’s temple.He reaches around Jiyong’s slight frame and drags the back of his skirt up over his ass, fists his hand into the material and holds it at the small of Jiyong’s back.  His other hand travels down, and he slides slick fingers against Jiyong’s hole.  Jiyong digs his fingers into Seunghyun’s shoulders as he arches his back, making it easier for Seunghyun to slip the first finger inside him.Seunghyun works into him slowly, sliding his middle finger in and out in gentle thrusts.  When he adds another finger, Jiyong starts nuzzling into him and pressing hot kisses against Seunghyun’s throat.  Seunghyun crooks his fingers, massages at Jiyong’s prostate, and Jiyong chases those motions, circling his hips, fucking himself on Seunghyun’s fingers.By the time the third finger is in, Jiyong is moaning and panting into the crook of Seunghyun’s neck, biting down on his shoulder when his fingers brush against that delicious spot inside him.  Seunghyun starts working at that spot more insistently, massaging against it over and over again until Jiyong finally cries out and spills between them, and still Seunghyun works inside him, caressing his prostate again and again, until Jiyong is so over-sensitized that he begs Seunghyun to stop. “No more,” Jiyong gasps.Only then does Seunghyun finally pull his fingers out, but only so he can reach down between them and free his cock.  He retrieves the abandoned bottle of lube and coats his shaft.  “Are you ready, sweetheart?” Seunghyun whispers.Jiyong whimpers.  “I can’t,” he pants, shakes his head furiously from side to side.  “I can’t.”  But he lifts himself and lines them up and lets gravity take over from there.  He gasps when he lands flush against Seunghyun’s pelvis, cock sheathed completely inside him.  Seunghyun’s hands slide underneath Jiyong’s skirt and take a firm hold of his hips.  He lifts him up, nearly all the way off his cock, and then lets him slide right back down.Jiyong chokes when Seunghyun bottoms out inside him.  He scrabbles at Seunghyun’s shoulders and tries to pull himself back up, but Seunghyun uses his grip on his hips to push him back down, to hold him firmly in his lap.  Jiyong squirms on Seunghyun’s cock, desperate to move, desperate for just a small bit of relief from all the sensations he’s being made to feel.“Hyung”“Call me Oppa,” Seunghyun corrects, voice low and dark.  “You know how it gets me hot.”Jiyong wraps his arms around Seunghyun’s neck and tries to climb up his chest.  “Oppa.”Seunghyun keeps control of Jiyong’s hips, urges him to roll them into each one of his thrusts.  His hands sweep up Jiyong’s back, and he clutches him tightly against his chest and fucks up into him, shallow, frantic thrusts against Jiyong’s prostate, because nothing pushes Seunghyun to the edge quite like seeing Jiyong come undone.Jiyong mewls and groans, pants uselessly against Seunghyun’s throat.  He’s strung up like a bow, eyes shut tight, and Seunghyun refuses to come until he sees Jiyong break apart all over again.“Come on, baby.  Just a little more.”He holds Jiyong’s hips up over his lap and thrusts even faster into him, flesh slapping against flesh, the wet sound of their joining deafening to his ears.  When Jiyong finally comes, he buries his face in the crook of Seunghyun’s neck and lets out this loud, throaty groan, and Seunghyun finally allows himself to find his release.As their breathing slows and evens out, Seunghyun keeps Jiyong held close.  His softened cock is still pressed up inside him, but he doesn’t make any move to pull out.  He wants to keep them connected as long as Jiyong can stand for him to.He rubs soothing lines up and down Jiyong’s back over top of his sweat-dampened shirt, and when he finally pulls back, his eyes find Jiyong’s, still wide and bright and framed with long eyelashes.  He drags his index finger over the swell of Jiyong’s lip, and Jiyong sucks the tip of his finger into his mouth.“Yeah,” Seunghyun murmurs, drawing his finger back out.  “You definitely make the prettiest girl.”Jiyong sighs and laughs, eyes crinkling at the corners.  “Shut up.”