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They never talked about it, it just happened... A lot of times. Wonbin can't take all of it easy, all of Anton—not like that—He just can't stop thinking about the way he wraps his warm hands on his waist, and makes him feel tiny, as if he could crush him with those hands. It feels good. Better than he would like to think—or admit.
He doesn't even remember the first time it happened, when everything started, but when you're on stage with the person who you casually kiss everyday, you can't just stop thinking about it, how his hands that thrum on the strings of that bass would feel incridible inside you too.
Wonbin wouldn't like to admit, but today he is thinking big, and when he's talking about big it's probably another kind of big... He wants Anton to feel just as desperate as him, he wants to make him beg, beg for more than just a kiss, and no one could stop him.
Everyone is pretty open and honest about the fact that he is pretty. Wonbin is pretty. That red hair that makes him stand out, matching his guitar of the same color. But it's not enough, he needs more, so he decides to use one thing that he bought a long time ago, his miniskirt.
Wonbin has always worn skirts, it's nothing new to his friends and bandmates, but he's never tried one like that. It's black with some sparkles on the edges, but nothing too flashy, and so goddamn short he even questions his own sanity. He knows he doesn't need much, it just needed to be enough to leave Anton with an erection in the middle of the stage.
The whole outfit choice was made by him. Along with the skirt, a sinched shirt with an open back that perfectly accentuates his tiny waist, and perfect for when Anton strips him off of the tight leather jacket that wraps around his silhouette like a glove. After long minutes looking at himself in the mirror as the makeup team dolls him up for the stage, it's finally time to put his plan in action.
When he leaves the dressing room, he goes straight to the stage with quick strides, as always, Anton only arrives at the time of the concert, since they did the soundcheck and rehearsals earlier. He's thrilled to see his reaction, but he doesn't even spare a glance his way, trying to act as if thinking about the results of this is not making his blood rush through his veins a bit too quick. Wonbin is a competitive man, if he's going to play that game, he'll be doing it right. If he wants Anton to beg, then at the end of the night he will.
Anton is really shy, but when it comes to Wonbin, something gets out of control, his mind doesn't really register that he's alive until he wraps his hands around that waist. He wants more, needs more, but he knows he'll lose control over his own desires, and today Wonbin is testing him, testing if he can survive until the end of the show, stable and put, and being honest? Not even he knows if he's going to succeed on this mission.
Wonbin has always been very forward about his obsession with Anton's hands, but he has no clue that Anton is also obsessed with the guitarist's own pair of hands, especially with what they could do around his cock. It's not like he's a pervert, but Wonbin would never fail to make him one.
The whole concert was torture. He liked it, the fans were great, and the energy was just perfect, but there was a problem... Wonbin was really playing with him the whole time. They always "play" on stage, it was common for those who have been fans for a long time, but today specifically, it didn't seem like something really pleasant, or maybe it was too pleasant, at least that's what his dick tried to suggest. And when Wonbin saw that, it was enough to make him smirk with satisfaction, looking right into his eyes with that smug expression Anton wanted to wipe off his face.
He doesn't know why Wonbin was acting like this today, but he was bringing that skirt way too close to his hands on that bass. Maybe he should stop looking, but his eyes didn't want to obey, did he need to do that? Why won't his skirt stop going up? He can't get naked on this stage—well, he shouldn't—maybe Anton should tear the skirt to pieces, if Wonbin liked his hands that much he should make the most of them. But not now, later. Now he needs to think with his brain and lower that skirt.
The time for the bass solo was coming, and Anton knew the worst was coming with it too. And as he tought, when he started his solo Wonbin positioned himself in front of him, blocking the view of the stage. He looked back and winked, but the worst was when he lowered his jacket for not even 30 seconds, but long enough for Anton to notice his exposed skin, Wonbin looked at the front again, and when he heard Anton miss the note he knew that his plan had worked. Anton fell into his trap, and the show was just beginning.
The bassist could hear the laugh of the band's synthesizer, Shotaro, on his side. The blonde knew about whatever he and Wonbin had going on between them, even if he himself had gotten to kiss the guitarist's lips every now and then behind closed doors, leaving their friendship aside.
He noticed how Shotaro looked at him the whole show. But the worst thing was knowing that Shotaro was behind him on the stage, so his vision when Wonbin lowered his jacket was something that Anton didn't even want to think about. And he didn't want to come to the conclusion that if it wasn't him that night, it would be someone else.
That means only one thing. Today Anton was going to fuck Wonbin. When the show finally ended everyone was talking about going out for beer, but Anton said he was tired, all while he was penetrating Wonbin's system with his gaze, who gladly understood the signal and fought off a smirk.
"I'm not feeling well too... guess the concert drained me." Wonbin said smiling quietly. "You guys should go, me and Anton will go back to the dorm."
"Not feeling well right?" Shotaro whispered in his ear with a giggle, he knew the true about his best friend, who looked mad at him.
"Don't ruin it for me." He whispered back. On the opposite side of the room, Anton looked stressed watching the scene, what made Wonbin get even closer to Shotaro and put his arms around his shoulders, clearly trying to keep the bassist on the borderline of freaking out.
"They're just best friends." Anton muttered to himself, closing his eyes and forced himself to think about good things, but when he opened his eye again the friend had his hand on his waist.
"Fuck it." This time he thought too loud—or said. because he got a few side looks from his bandmates.
"You guys can go ok? We don't feel like going, it's just some drinks, it's not like we don't do this everytime." Sohee looked at him confused but agreed and convinced the rest of the band to go.
"Can we go out now?" Anton said now that they were alone. His tone lower now that he was a few steps closer to the older.
"Out? Where?" Wonbin was leaving the room and Anton just followed him like a pathetic puppy without saying a word, as if he was hypnotized by that skirt. The concert had ended not too many minutes ago, the fans were still leaving the venue and the staff team is still running up and down with their walkie-talkies to get things to order. "What are your thoughts on the concert tonight? I think it was great, but i'm really hot, the adrenaline leaves you with the body temperature higher than usual." He sat on a bench at the back of the stage, taking off his jacket. Although his words were true, it was a little windy backstage, surprisingly. The wind passing through his hair and skin causing him to get goosebumps and feel a shiver run down his spine.
He looked like a fucking angel, maybe a demon, after all Lucifer was a fallen angel, and Wonbin would make him sin. He wasn't a religious person, never even got into it, but he sometimes had asked God for forgiveness for all the atrocities he's ever thought and is thinking right now, and all the things he's planning to do. And you know? Maybe he is a sinner.
"Wonbin, please, stop." He was nearly on the verge of tears, and this lit a flame in Wonbin that would not be extinguished so easily, he wanted to laugh, but his only reaction was to pull Anton close by the neckline of his shirt.
"I'm not that easy, you'll pay for all time you didn't fuck me." He got up in a swift move and kissed him, he could feel Anton's cock tenting inside his jeans and trying to free his way out. his hand made its way down and touched the very exposed bulge on his pants, just trying to get a reaction out of him, and Anton complied, letting out a broken, pathetic moan, as if begging for help. The words that left Wonbin's lips echoed around Anton's head, he could cum untouched just by listening to it, but Wonbin's persistent friction in his pants was probably worse for his body and mind. "Beg." He broke the kiss, a string of spit connecting their shiny lips.
"What?" Anton couldn't understand, his horniness was louder, but Wonbin didn't let him kiss again as he followed his lips like a hungry man. "I want you to beg, you need to beg if you wanna fuck me." Anton thought he was just joking, but when Wonbin pressed him against the wall and reached out as if he was going to lower his pants it seemed that what he said was very much real. He ran his hand over his thighs as he kneeled down, teasingly brushing lightly against the tent on his jeans, causing a shiver run through Anton's body. He didn't want to look down, but he had no control over his body, Wonbin looked too hot kneeling in front of him.
"I'm not asking, i'm ordering." Wonbin stated, firm and dark. Anton wouldn't beg at a normal moment, but his cock was sending vibrations to his brain, making it impossible to think. "Binnie, don't do this to me."
"Don't call me that when I'm going to make you cum." Anton ran his hand through his hair, which made Wonbin smile, one of his hands was on top of his pants, was possible to see his nervousness by his hands –which were so attractive— trembling.
Wonbin had a brilliant idea, holding Anton's free hand, he takes two fingers into his mouth. Swirling his tongue around the digits as if giving him a preview of what's to come. This made Anton imagine the sensation on his cock, warm, wet and so damn delicious it makes it impossible for him to hold back a moan from coming out of his mouth, a bit too loud for a public place.
"Although I want to hear you moaning, I don't think the staff wants to." He said as he took his fingers out of his mouth, and before Anton could talk and apologize he shoved them back in, this time going deep with them in his throat.
"Wonbin, please, i can't take it anymore." He tried to unzip his pants with his free hand, but was stopped. "You need to beg more, I know you can do better."
"I'm begging ok? Do you want me to kneel? I kneel. I do whatever you want. Just please suck my dick now, please." He could see the tears starting to pool in Anton's eyes, a single tear drop rolling down his cheek. Nothing comforts the heart more than a man's sincere tears, at least for Wonbin.
"You seem sincere, I can help you." Wonbin lowered his pants and underwear just enough to free his dick, who seemed to be suffering a lot, so flushed and red it looks painful, the pumped veins making clear he was denied for a long time, but Wonbin couldn't make Anton happy so quickly. He needed to play a bit more.
He wrapped his hand around his length, hearing the way Anton let out a heavy sight, slowly starting to pump his fist in an achingly slow pace, as if his delicate hands with calluses from playing with the guitar strings for too long, were like feather, torturing Anton more and more. The smaller brought it closer to his mouth, touching the flushed and sensitive head with his pink lips, as if they were made only and specially for that, parting his lips slightly and using his tongue. Still pumping the length with his fist, but this time with pressure, tightening his grip.
Anton's fluttered shut as he leaned his head back against the wall, but this made the movements stop. "Look at me, didn't you wanted that? So you need to look at me while I do it. What did you think of my outfit today? I chose especially for you... It would be a shame if you didn't pay attention to it, Chanyoung-ah" Wonbin looked up at him with those eyes that could made anyone lose their minds, and the scene would really make him come untouched in his pants. Hearing that that outfit was chosen only for him drove him crazy, but hearing Wonbin call him by his name felt surreal. Being someone close to wonbin is really not for the weak.
Anton stared at him—waiting—but Wonbin had a better idea, he took Anton's hands and put them in his hair, opened his mouth and looked at him as if speaking with his eyes, asking for something, with words that would not be said, but he would understand. Anton had to fuck his mouth.
He did it, but he held back as much as possible so Wonbin wouldn't choke, even if every time that happened his body burned in ecstasy.
He was almost there and knew it, even if his body burned when he imagined Wonbin with his load of cum painting his face, he still tried to control himself. But when Wonbin held his hips, wanting, needing him to get closer, not allowing him to take it out of his mouth, Anton finally went crazy, his eyes trembled with fire.
Anton couldn't take it anymore, his body was trembling, no matter how much he tried to hold back his moans, they came out too loud, he was grateful that the people were leaving and couldn't hear or even register what was happening. So he came. And he came hard. Wonbin tried to swallow his load, but in the end it ended up oozing out in between his lips and Anton's cock, spilling out of his mouth, landing on his face and dripping down his chin.
Anton came to the conclusion that self-control was not always the best option, if the guitarist in front of him didn't want it to exist, maybe it shouldn't, Wonbin should have everything he wanted, he was too pretty and fuckable to be denied.
With no time to react, Wonbin was lifted and pushed against the wall of the stage, his face now pressed against it, his arms were held back by the hands he was so obsessed with, pinning his wrists together, so he couldn't move, Anton's strength was unreal for that moment, and he began to hold him with only one hand. Wonbin could feel the pre-cum spilling out from his own cock, he denied his personal needs for too much time.
"Hyung. Isn't this what you wanted?" The bassist's hands coming to lightly brush through his skirt, his voice was low and raspy, whispering in his ear, making very obvious and clear his need and lack of self-control. "I'll give you what you want, but you can't complain, okay? I promise you'll feel good"
A deep moan came out of Wonbin's throat—which feels sore from all the deepthroating— when he felt Anton's cold hands on his skin. He heard a sound of something ripping, until he realized that it was his tiny underwear, as much as he wanted to complain—because it was definitely not cheap—what he felt next made him stop thinking straight and lhe lost control of his legs, replacing the whiny complain he had in store with a moan, this time loud.
Anton's fingers were inside him, and he didn't see it before, but he knew they were lubricated with his slick "Didn't you like them? Do they feel good inside you?"
"What the—" He couldn't finish the sentence when he felt the movement of the fingers. "Fuck Anton." Wonbin couldn't lie, he really felt good, too good, no one ever made him feel that good. "Don't stop, please." If Anton continued like this he would cum untouched. Seeing this, the bassist stopped, causing Wonbin to let out an angry noise.
"Why don't you seem so confident as before, hyung? Maybe you need more for your confidence to come back, right?" Anton's cock still had cum and spit smeared all over it, not enough for lubrication, but thanks to his fingers he managed to easily bury himself deep inside Wonbin, who moaned loudly. A mix of a guttural and whiny sound at the same time, even so, he felt how tight he was inside.
Wonbin didn't know if he could keep going for this long without cumming, he could feel Anton moaning into his ear, not even registering the dirty words the younger whispers into his ears, his own moans mixing with his and deafening all of his senses. He felt Anton's hands wrapping to his cock, making him delirious, letting a sob slip out of his throat, the sensations mixing through his body.
Wonbin was very sensitive, especially in this position, stuck to what Anton wanted to do and unable to complain, his thoughts no longer made sense, he didn't even know what meant "complain" at that moment, he could just take it with pride, Anton held his waist and gripped it, using as a support to increase the pace, hitting deeper and harder, reaching all the right spots.
In haze, Wonbin felt his body trembling completely, he felt his legs turn into jelly, but Anton held his waist hard enough to keep him standing. "Hyung. Don't hold it, I want you to feel good." Those words were enough to make Wonbin cum all over the younger's hand. Anton continued his thrusts, following him not very far behind. "Did you feel good, Hyung?"
"Fuck you, Anton." He didn't want to feel embarrassed, but he was vulnerable in that situation. "Didn't I promise? I want to know if I fulfilled it. Please tell me Wonbin Hyung."
"Yes. Now shut up, please." He confessed. "You look cute like this." Anton played with the situation again before reaching for his pants, lifting them back into place and help Wonbin look... presentable. "I'm sorry about your underwear... how about we take this to the dorm? I can get you another one."
"To rip it away too?" Wonbin rolled his eyes. "Maybe? It will depend if you will test me like this again."