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what started as an accident soon became a routine. it was on a random tuesday that everything changed for martin.
practice had ended, the members were gathering their things and filtering out of the heated room. juhoon muttered a small “be right back” as he slipped in to the washroom. martin didnt think much of it, he packed his own stuff and left as well.
halfway down the narrow hallway of the building, martin realised he forgot his headphones, abandoned somewhere by their audio gear. he rushed back to get it as he told the others to go without him, not wanting to hold them back. he moved swiftly, grabbing the headphones off the desk and making his way out, until he heard a voice. a familiar one. he stood still in his tracks, doing a 360 as he focused on where it was coming from. the washroom.
martin remembered juhoon leaving and going there. he assumed maybe he was sick or throwing up given the muffled groans he was hearing from the other side. the closer he got, the less muffled the voices started becoming. thats when he froze. the sounds became clearer. it wasn’t the sound a sick person would be making. in fact, he was very far off.
moaning. the loud, shameless sounds of his bandmate moaning. martin stayed frozen, trying to process what he’s hearing. then, curiosity got the best of him. he pushed the door open slowly, his heart beating impossibly fast from the weird anticipation. he peaked his eye through the narrow opening of the door, his hands shaking as he looked with precision. thats when his eyes caught it. juhoon, back pressed against the marble walls of the washroom, his fingers sinking into the wet, pink slit between his open thighs. martins breath caught in his throat.
juhoons eyes were slammed shut, his eyebrows pulled together as he moaned with every thrust of his fingers, his other hand working circles around his swollen nub, the dual attack making his thighs shake and voice come out even louder. the growing wetness of his pussy was spilling down his hands, making filthy noises every time he pushed into the tight heat and hit bundle of nerves that made him see stars. he wasn’t aware the man he dreamt was doing this to him was watching him right outside like a filthy pervert.
juhoon thought everyone had left, he even double checked to make sure the room had been cleared out. nobody came into the practice room after dark, so he let himself lose, shamelessly letting his insatiable lust take over him. it had been growing since practice. seeing martin sweaty, his hair stuck to his face, his shirt sticking to him like a second skin, it was devastatingly hot and sent heat straight to his lower abdomen. he had to push his thighs together during the whole practice to hide the wetness.
little did he know, the very person he wanted buried deep inside him, the person he fantasised about while riding dildos and beating his pussy, was standing a few centimetres away, watching him.
martin immediately felt his pants get tight, an undeniable heat surging through him. this is wrong. this is his bandmate, his best friend. he shouldn’t be seeing this. he should turn around and leave, pretend like he never saw this. and yet, he pulled his hand into his briefs and wrapped it around his own pulsing erection.
his eyes couldn’t leave the sight of juhoons fingers disappearing in and out of the slick, pink entrance. the whole scene was like straight out of a pornography. the loud sounds easily escaping juhoons pink, flush lips. the beads of tears forming at his eyes. god, martin knew juhoon was pretty, but who knew he could look even prettier while he became undone, completely driven by lust.
martin watched in awe, stroking his length with the same intensity juhoon had as he pumped his fingers in and out of himself. he imagined it was his cock ramming into that tight hole. god the filthy image made martin let out a breathless moan, stroking himself even harder. he scrunched his eyes close, breathing heavily. when he opened them again, he froze. his hand stopped mid-stroke, pulling out of his pants, eyes wide as he stared. juhoons eyes met his.
martins blood ran cold. fuck, juhoon was definitely going to think he was a weirdo now. i mean, what kind of lunatic starts jerking themself off to their best friend masturbating?! he swallowed, the heat in him suddenly turning icy.
juhoon stared for a second. his pupils blown wide, lips slightly parted as he tried to make sense of the current situation. his eyes drifted down, catching the sight of the outlined length on martins pants.
‘oh..’ juhoon thought. a mischievous smirk etched itself to his face. martin was turned on while watching juhoon. he wanted this too. that was all juhoon needed.
he continued to touch himself, except this time, he kept his eyes dead locked on martins, his moans even louder now. martin gasped, still completely still. his brain short circuited trying to process what this meant. was juhoon…inviting him?
“hnn fuck! martin..tin…need you so bad..want you to fill me up.. mmmh..~!” juhoon moaned, directly looking at martin as each word slipped out of his plush lips. that did it. martin snapped, completely acting on instinct. he finally moved, opening the bathroom door wide open, walking two steps at a time as he closed the distance between them. he crashed one hand to the side of juhoons head, the other resting idly near his waist. he completely caged him, taking in the view of juhoon wrecked and needy in front of him.
“fuck jju…you don’t know what you do to me..” martin groaned, his boner visible against the fabric of his pants. juhoon grabbed martins length shamelessly. he pulled the fingers which were previously inside of him out and licked them clean. he stared dead into martins eyes as he slid his tongue along the slick fingers. he rubbed martin against the fabric, no longer letting any rationality control them.
martin moaned pathetically at the friction. juhoon was bolder than martin thought. martin gripped juhoons shoulders, trying to hold on to anything that’d keep him sane.
“yeah? do me martin. use me, fuck me, show me all of it. take me..” juhoon whispered breathlessly, every word drawn out by pure need and lust.
“juhoon…what will..what will this mean?” martin asked, his eyes closing, head falling back as juhoons fingers rubbed along his tip.
“don’t think of that now, martin..just focus on whats happening now.”
and just like that, juhoon got on his knees and took martins length into his mouth. martin groaned, overwhelmed by the sensation of juhoons wet heat caging him in. he moaned, his hands resting idly on juhoons head, not pushing but grounding.
he stroked juhoons hair as he looked at the view under him. god, the way juhoons lips were closed around martins cock was disgustingly hot. he thinks he might cum from the view alone. just as the heat building inside him was about to ignite, juhoon slid off with a small pop. martin whined at the loss, frustrated by the lack of warmth. juhoon wasn’t going to give him his orgasm easily.