Closets After Concerts~
Did I forget I had a tumblr?? Who knows????
warnings// top san, bottom seonghwa, choking, exhibitionism (?),
800 words, sanhwa, 3rd Person POV
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After their concerts, San is always filled with adrenaline. He lives on a high while he's on the stage, soaring in the clouds. After, it's hard to bring him back down.
As the members often laugh about, he ends up hard on stage from his adrenaline quite often, and the stylists arent the greatest at hiding it when he is. Just like how they fail to hide Yunho and Yeosang as well.
Regardless, the easiest way to bring his adrenaline level back down and rid himself of his erection at the same time is by having sex.
So after their most recent concert, San grabs the hand of his prettiest hyung, Seonghwa, into one of their dressing closets, eager to get all of his remaining energy out somehow.
As he pins Seonghwa against the wall, he wraps his fingers around his throat. With the other he frantically begins unbuttoning their shirts, their coats abandoned before they even made it into the closet, yanking them off at a rapid pace. Beyond eager to have Seonghwa screaming under his touch.
Seonghwa hisses beneath his breath, in between his gasps for air, that it's probably not smart for them to fuck in here, but they both know that Seonghwa's just as eager as he is.
So, Sannie ignores him with ease, tugging off the remaining pieces of their clothes and fucking Seonghwa open on his fingers, listening to his pretty gasps with every moment as he covers Seonghwa's mouth with his hand.
He gets the job done quickly, getting three fingers in Seonghwa in record time, and after a while, Seonghwa lacks the energy to try and keep quiet.
Each little quirk of his fingers, pressing onto Seonghwa's prostate, has little whines being pushed out of Seonghwa's mouth, until his cock is hard and dripping onto the floor.
As Seonghwa keeps gasping, whimpering endlessly into his hand he tried to keep quiet with, it begins to fail, and he gets louder.
Seonghwa's post concert high has always faded before San's does.
When he finally pushes in, San groans open-mouthed into Seonghwa's neck, and Seonghwa himself mewls, his back arching against the wall.
By the time he bottoms out, Seonghwa is moaning into his hand, his chest heaving, and when he starts thrusting, Seonghwa's moans only get louder with each one.
Every press hits Seonghwa's prostate with ease, a skill that San's perfected after they've fucked so many times, and he uses it to his advantage.
San removes his hand, the only thing muffling Seonghwa's whiny moans, to grip onto Seonghwa's waist instead, leaving Seonghwa to either grip the wall to keep standing or have his legs give out and cover his mouth.
He ends up grabbing the wall, and pleasure slowly overcomes each one of his senses as San fucks him like a wild animal. The sound of their sweaty skin slapping together is vulgar, almost as much as Seonghwa's moans are, and he knows that there's no way anyone doesn't know what they're doing here.
His voice is sore from performing at the concert, yet that doesn't stop him from moaning like a pornstar as San ramps up his thrusts to an impossible speed, his legs shaking beneath him as his eyes start to close, his moans pitching higher and higher.
When Seonghwa finally orgasms, he almost screams, his eyes rolling back, and San groans against his skin as he cums inside.
Their post concert fuck in the closet brings San's energy level back down to his baseline, yet it depleted Seonghwa's energy into the negatives, and the moment that San lets him go his legs buckle in and he collapses on the floor.
His limbs refuse to cooperate with him as he lays there, and San has to help him get his clothes back on. The closet reeks of sex when they finally leave the closet, and the rest of the members, who took their makeup off in the amount of time it took them to fuck, glare at them annoyedly.
A single glance towards their crotches is a clear explanation, the obscene sounds of them fucking leaving them hard.
And San knows that he doesn't look that bad, or at least not any moreso than he did once he stepped off stage, but Seonghwa is a different story.
It's a testament to just how worked up he is after a concert that he can leave their hyung like this; his voice absolutely shot, hair sticking up madly in every direction, flushed cheeks, wobbly legs and a limp.
His complexion gives away, without a single doubt, what they were doing...that is, if it wasn't obvious by the squeals that Seonghwa made as he was railed into the next dimension...
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