Follow Your Leader
Chapter One
Taking a seat on the couch of their dorm, Kris dropped his head back and groaned. He was fully exhausted and ready for bed, but he desperately needed to shower first and the other M members had claimed the showers as soon as they had arrived home. Kris had to deal with the managers, though, and so he and SuHo had sat for the last hour and a half at the kitchen table, going over schedules and itineraries for the band for the upcoming week. The managers had just left, and SuHo turned from the door to smile at Kris’ prone form on the couch. “Long flight, huh?” He said, and Kris nodded, not even lifting his head to make eye contact.
After only a brief moment, he felt a presence behind him and fingers tangle in his hair, and his eyes snapped open to see the other leader smiling down at him. “Relax… I’ll give you a massage.” Kris was about to protest when SuHo started moving his fingers, and Kris’ world came crashing inward.
He closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh, the fingers rubbing firm circles in his hair soothing every muscle in his body. He could feel the tension of the day just falling away like a robe as the other’s hands massaged his head and neck, and a small smile graced his face as he let himself relax fully into SuHo’s hands.
“That feel good?” The short leader murmured, and Kris could only grunt an intelligible answer, no coherent words in his mind or available for his tongue. The soothing sensation only deepened as the other’s hands continued down his back, pushing his shoulders forward to slouch against himself as SuHo’s hands dipped lower. But as he reached the bottom of Kris’ shirt and the good two inches of skin showing there, the hands stilled and a tension began in the air.
“Uh…” Kris began, but suddenly SuHo’s hands were removed from his back and the other stumbled backward toward the hallway. “Sorry. Goodnight, Kris.” And before the tall man could turn to ask what was wrong, SuHo was gone, leaving a very confused Kris behind.
The following day was packed full of schedules, the twelve of them running from one to another and back to makeup only to rush to make their next schedule on time. As usual, Kris was stationed near a rowdy Baekhyun and Chanyeol for nearly every interview, and by the time they got ready to settle into the vans to head back for the dorm that night, Kris was nursing a nice and strong headache. He remembered the massage from the night before and determined to ask if SuHo might be so kind as to give him another when they got back to the dorm. But without even a glance, SuHo jumped into the full van and closed the door, leaving Kris to ride back in the other. He was a bit confused by the leader’s actions, but figured that he must have not seen him trying to get his attention.
It seemed like the ride back to the dorms took hours, though he knew that it was less than half an hour. The had to hit every single red light, though, and with Baekhyun and LuHan talking and giggling like school girls in the seat behind him, Kris’ headache had multiplied by the time they arrived home.
Knocking on SuHo’s bedroom door, Kris waited for the other to invite him in. But no answer came, so he opened the door and stepped inside. “SuHo? You here?” No answer again, so Kris decided to wait; the short man must have gone to the kitchen to get water or something. Taking a seat on SuHo’s bed, he lightly traced the curvy lines on the bedspread with one hand while rubbing the crease between his eyes with the other. A choked noise made him look up, and he was greeted with the sight of a dripping wet SuHo clad only in a silky white robe, towel hanging forgotten in his hand as his hair shed water droplets onto his clothed shoulders, leaving the fabric soaked and clinging to his skin. A strange light shone in SuHo’s eyes as he seemed to consider Kris closely, and Kris suddenly felt the need to explain himself.
“I… uh… I was waiting… uh… massage… headache…” Words wouldn’t come out right as he couldn’t stop his roving eyes from taking in the way that the light fabric of the robe soaked up all the excess water and clung to every curve and dip on the shorter man’s body, leaving very little to the imagination. It didn’t help that as his failed explanation came out, a smile grew on SuHo’s face. As he finally just gave up and stopped trying to speak, SuHo turned and with a deft flick of his wrist, locked the bedroom door behind him.
“You want a massage, do you?” SuHo mused, a quiet amusement coloring his voice and leaving a crawling feeling on Kris’ skin. “Uh…” Realizing his headache had disappeared and now another problem was starting quite a bit lower, he decided he ought to try to gracefully take his leave before SuHo recognized his arousal. Standing, he tried to move quickly around the other, but a damp hand snapped up and rested firmly on his chest, pushing him back down onto the bed. “Where are you going? Don’t you want a massage?”
Mouth suddenly feeling dry and his instinct warning him that this situation was far out of his hands, Kris shook his head slowly. “No, uh… my headache… it’s pretty much gone. I’m good.”
One corner of SuHo’s mouth twitched up, and he gave Kris an unreadable look, eyes wandering from his face to his lap before the smile widened. “So… that problem is gone. Would you like help with the other?” And before Kris could stop his sputters of shock, SuHo’s hand reached out and lightly brushed Kris’ crotch, his hard cock twitching immediately in response. Lightning fast Kris jumped to his feet, ready to rush out of the room and try to deal with this weirdness tomorrow (around a hell of a lot more bandmates), but again SuHo’s hand on his chest stopped him, this time taking a firm grip of Kris’ shirt as the shorter man wrapped his arms around Kris from the back.
“Kris… this isn’t some fad.” His voice seemed darker, deeper, thicker, and Kris closed his eyes as the sound made his cock throb a bit harder. “I like you. Now how about you listen to your leader, and let me give you that massage?” The question was met with silence as Kris’ resolve dropped, and then SuHo’s hands slowly dipped lower, fingers ghosting over Kris’ stomach and dropping to the waistband of his sweatpants and hooking inside of them and his boxers. With a slow, steady tug, the articles of clothing dropped to the floor and SuHo’s fingers slid up Kris’ proudly standing erection, fingernails lightly scraping and making the tall man gasp in anticipation. Hand curling into a fist around his length, SuHo dry pumped a few times, enough to leave Kris dying for more, then pulled his hand away and circled to stand in front of the Chinese man. He gave Kris’ thick cock a long, hungry stare before pushing his chest firmly, effectively making Kris stumble back until the back of his legs hit the bed. With another shove, Kris ended up sitting on the bed, and SuHo stepped in front of him to grasp and pull the tall man’s shirt over his head to be thrown to a corner of the room. Stepping back, SuHo allowed his eyes to roam the other’s now naked body before slipping out of the damp, practically see-through robe and allowing it to slip to the floor. Stepping forward again, SuHo gave Kris a mischievous smile before sinking to his knees and wrapping one hand around the base of Kris’ cock. With a low moan, Kris let his body fall back against the bed as SuHo lightly pumped his hand over the throbbing muscle, but when a light kiss was pressed to the wet tip, Kris couldn’t keep his gaze away.
Rising up on his elbows, Kris locked eyes with SuHo as the Korean slowly slid Kris’ length into his mouth, the wet heat enclosing his cock while his tongue massaged slow circles on the thick veins on the underside. It felt fantastic and Kris desperately wanted to thrust up into that hot cavern, but SuHo’s steady hand at the thick base of his cock kept him firmly in place, forced to follow his leader’s lead in this.
SuHo sucked in sharply and pulled slowly off of Kris’ length with a ‘pop’, then gave him a wink as his tongue flicked out to lick at the precum leaking steadily from Kris’ head. With a moan, Kris fell backward once more, body shaking as SuHo once more sucked his dick fully into his mouth, opening the back of his throat to allow the entire length in. As soon as SuHo removed his hand from the base of his cock, Kris thrust gently up into that heat, and SuHo fought against his gag reflex and adjusted to the slow rhythm, moving his head down as Kris thrust upward, swallowing the tip of Kris’ dick before sliding back up to the tip, breathing deeply, and sliding back down to repeat.
Kris couldn’t take the slow pattern anymore, though, and didn’t want to hurt SuHo with harder thrusts, and so with a rough jerk he pulled SuHo off of his dick and onto his lap. “I can’t… I need you.” He said roughly, and SuHo gave a breathy laugh as he straddled Kris. “Okay,” he said simply, and put three fingers inside his own mouth. Kris could feel his dick growing impossibly hard as he watched SuHo press his fingers slowly into himself, carefully and slowly preparing himself while watching Kris the entire time.
Kris couldn’t take his eyes away as he watched SuHo’s fingers slowly pushing in and out of his tight hole, and he could feel his cock twitching in anticipation of being there instead of them. He swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry, and his eyes flickered back to SuHo’s face. The other’s eyes were closed and mouth hanging open, his head tipped back and delicious sounds escaping his throat as he pressed into himself. Kris couldn’t wait any longer and gently grasped SuHo’s hand to pull his fingers out, the other’s eyes opening and focusing on the Chinese man’s face as Kris positioned himself where fingers had been only moments before.
“You ready for this?” He asked quietly, suddenly apprehensive as to what they were doing. It’s all fun and games until you truly fuck someone. With a soft smile, SuHo pushed himself down onto Kris, a gasp escaping his mouth as he was filled balls deep with Kris.
They sat there for a moment, both adjusting to the amazing feeling, before SuHo lightly lifted himself up and slowly pushed back down onto Kris, allowing a moan to drift into the air. He moved slowly up and down Kris’ cock, sheathing and unsheathing again and again but terribly slowly; it only served to make Kris crave that friction even more. He grasped SuHo’s hips and pulled him down steady flesh against flesh and pushed up as deep as possible. Holding there for just a moment, he then pulled out only to shove back in faster and harder, a loud groan coming from deep in his throat at the satisfaction. Keeping this new pace, SuHo reached back to grasp his ankles and shift his position, the new angle allowing a deeper and sharper angle as he rode Kris hard and fast. Skin slapping skin, moans filling the room, the scent of soap mingled with sweat.
Kris hit SuHo’s prostate just right and elicited a cry from the Korean, and the tall man took the opportunity to roll them both over so that he could be in control. “I’m the leader now,” he growled, and SuHo gasped out a laugh as Kris thrust deep and hard inside of him, finding his sweet spot almost immediately and hitting it continuously.
“I… I can’t…” SuHo gasped, and Kris groaned and leaned down to bite down onto SuHo’s collarbone. The shorter man shuddered and Kris could tell he was about to cum when he tightened around Kris’ cock, releasing spurts of thick white cream between them. Kris thrust a few more times before also cumming inside of SuHo, then pulling out to collapse beside the other man.
The room smelled thickly of sweat and sex, and Kris fought the urge to gather SuHo in his arms. He wasn’t sure what this made them, so when the other wiggled closer to place himself in Kris’ arms, he smiled and wrapped them tightly around SuHo. They lay there spent for a good fifteen minutes, reveling in the afterglow, before the Korean sat up and turned to look at Kris with a twinkle in his eyes. “So… I need another shower. Care to join me?”
“Come on,” Kris grinned back and sat up to begin to pull SuHo with him off of the bed, ready to head for the shower, but the other pulled away and shook a finger at him coyly.
“Uh-uh, Kris, don't pull me along. I’m the leader… remember?”
After only a brief moment, he felt a presence behind him and fingers tangle in his hair, and his eyes snapped open to see the other leader smiling down at him. “Relax… I’ll give you a massage.” Kris was about to protest when SuHo started moving his fingers, and Kris’ world came crashing inward.
He closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh, the fingers rubbing firm circles in his hair soothing every muscle in his body. He could feel the tension of the day just falling away like a robe as the other’s hands massaged his head and neck, and a small smile graced his face as he let himself relax fully into SuHo’s hands.
“That feel good?” The short leader murmured, and Kris could only grunt an intelligible answer, no coherent words in his mind or available for his tongue. The soothing sensation only deepened as the other’s hands continued down his back, pushing his shoulders forward to slouch against himself as SuHo’s hands dipped lower. But as he reached the bottom of Kris’ shirt and the good two inches of skin showing there, the hands stilled and a tension began in the air.
“Uh…” Kris began, but suddenly SuHo’s hands were removed from his back and the other stumbled backward toward the hallway. “Sorry. Goodnight, Kris.” And before the tall man could turn to ask what was wrong, SuHo was gone, leaving a very confused Kris behind.
The following day was packed full of schedules, the twelve of them running from one to another and back to makeup only to rush to make their next schedule on time. As usual, Kris was stationed near a rowdy Baekhyun and Chanyeol for nearly every interview, and by the time they got ready to settle into the vans to head back for the dorm that night, Kris was nursing a nice and strong headache. He remembered the massage from the night before and determined to ask if SuHo might be so kind as to give him another when they got back to the dorm. But without even a glance, SuHo jumped into the full van and closed the door, leaving Kris to ride back in the other. He was a bit confused by the leader’s actions, but figured that he must have not seen him trying to get his attention.
It seemed like the ride back to the dorms took hours, though he knew that it was less than half an hour. The had to hit every single red light, though, and with Baekhyun and LuHan talking and giggling like school girls in the seat behind him, Kris’ headache had multiplied by the time they arrived home.
Knocking on SuHo’s bedroom door, Kris waited for the other to invite him in. But no answer came, so he opened the door and stepped inside. “SuHo? You here?” No answer again, so Kris decided to wait; the short man must have gone to the kitchen to get water or something. Taking a seat on SuHo’s bed, he lightly traced the curvy lines on the bedspread with one hand while rubbing the crease between his eyes with the other. A choked noise made him look up, and he was greeted with the sight of a dripping wet SuHo clad only in a silky white robe, towel hanging forgotten in his hand as his hair shed water droplets onto his clothed shoulders, leaving the fabric soaked and clinging to his skin. A strange light shone in SuHo’s eyes as he seemed to consider Kris closely, and Kris suddenly felt the need to explain himself.
“I… uh… I was waiting… uh… massage… headache…” Words wouldn’t come out right as he couldn’t stop his roving eyes from taking in the way that the light fabric of the robe soaked up all the excess water and clung to every curve and dip on the shorter man’s body, leaving very little to the imagination. It didn’t help that as his failed explanation came out, a smile grew on SuHo’s face. As he finally just gave up and stopped trying to speak, SuHo turned and with a deft flick of his wrist, locked the bedroom door behind him.
“You want a massage, do you?” SuHo mused, a quiet amusement coloring his voice and leaving a crawling feeling on Kris’ skin. “Uh…” Realizing his headache had disappeared and now another problem was starting quite a bit lower, he decided he ought to try to gracefully take his leave before SuHo recognized his arousal. Standing, he tried to move quickly around the other, but a damp hand snapped up and rested firmly on his chest, pushing him back down onto the bed. “Where are you going? Don’t you want a massage?”
Mouth suddenly feeling dry and his instinct warning him that this situation was far out of his hands, Kris shook his head slowly. “No, uh… my headache… it’s pretty much gone. I’m good.”
One corner of SuHo’s mouth twitched up, and he gave Kris an unreadable look, eyes wandering from his face to his lap before the smile widened. “So… that problem is gone. Would you like help with the other?” And before Kris could stop his sputters of shock, SuHo’s hand reached out and lightly brushed Kris’ crotch, his hard cock twitching immediately in response. Lightning fast Kris jumped to his feet, ready to rush out of the room and try to deal with this weirdness tomorrow (around a hell of a lot more bandmates), but again SuHo’s hand on his chest stopped him, this time taking a firm grip of Kris’ shirt as the shorter man wrapped his arms around Kris from the back.
“Kris… this isn’t some fad.” His voice seemed darker, deeper, thicker, and Kris closed his eyes as the sound made his cock throb a bit harder. “I like you. Now how about you listen to your leader, and let me give you that massage?” The question was met with silence as Kris’ resolve dropped, and then SuHo’s hands slowly dipped lower, fingers ghosting over Kris’ stomach and dropping to the waistband of his sweatpants and hooking inside of them and his boxers. With a slow, steady tug, the articles of clothing dropped to the floor and SuHo’s fingers slid up Kris’ proudly standing erection, fingernails lightly scraping and making the tall man gasp in anticipation. Hand curling into a fist around his length, SuHo dry pumped a few times, enough to leave Kris dying for more, then pulled his hand away and circled to stand in front of the Chinese man. He gave Kris’ thick cock a long, hungry stare before pushing his chest firmly, effectively making Kris stumble back until the back of his legs hit the bed. With another shove, Kris ended up sitting on the bed, and SuHo stepped in front of him to grasp and pull the tall man’s shirt over his head to be thrown to a corner of the room. Stepping back, SuHo allowed his eyes to roam the other’s now naked body before slipping out of the damp, practically see-through robe and allowing it to slip to the floor. Stepping forward again, SuHo gave Kris a mischievous smile before sinking to his knees and wrapping one hand around the base of Kris’ cock. With a low moan, Kris let his body fall back against the bed as SuHo lightly pumped his hand over the throbbing muscle, but when a light kiss was pressed to the wet tip, Kris couldn’t keep his gaze away.
Rising up on his elbows, Kris locked eyes with SuHo as the Korean slowly slid Kris’ length into his mouth, the wet heat enclosing his cock while his tongue massaged slow circles on the thick veins on the underside. It felt fantastic and Kris desperately wanted to thrust up into that hot cavern, but SuHo’s steady hand at the thick base of his cock kept him firmly in place, forced to follow his leader’s lead in this.
SuHo sucked in sharply and pulled slowly off of Kris’ length with a ‘pop’, then gave him a wink as his tongue flicked out to lick at the precum leaking steadily from Kris’ head. With a moan, Kris fell backward once more, body shaking as SuHo once more sucked his dick fully into his mouth, opening the back of his throat to allow the entire length in. As soon as SuHo removed his hand from the base of his cock, Kris thrust gently up into that heat, and SuHo fought against his gag reflex and adjusted to the slow rhythm, moving his head down as Kris thrust upward, swallowing the tip of Kris’ dick before sliding back up to the tip, breathing deeply, and sliding back down to repeat.
Kris couldn’t take the slow pattern anymore, though, and didn’t want to hurt SuHo with harder thrusts, and so with a rough jerk he pulled SuHo off of his dick and onto his lap. “I can’t… I need you.” He said roughly, and SuHo gave a breathy laugh as he straddled Kris. “Okay,” he said simply, and put three fingers inside his own mouth. Kris could feel his dick growing impossibly hard as he watched SuHo press his fingers slowly into himself, carefully and slowly preparing himself while watching Kris the entire time.
Kris couldn’t take his eyes away as he watched SuHo’s fingers slowly pushing in and out of his tight hole, and he could feel his cock twitching in anticipation of being there instead of them. He swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry, and his eyes flickered back to SuHo’s face. The other’s eyes were closed and mouth hanging open, his head tipped back and delicious sounds escaping his throat as he pressed into himself. Kris couldn’t wait any longer and gently grasped SuHo’s hand to pull his fingers out, the other’s eyes opening and focusing on the Chinese man’s face as Kris positioned himself where fingers had been only moments before.
“You ready for this?” He asked quietly, suddenly apprehensive as to what they were doing. It’s all fun and games until you truly fuck someone. With a soft smile, SuHo pushed himself down onto Kris, a gasp escaping his mouth as he was filled balls deep with Kris.
They sat there for a moment, both adjusting to the amazing feeling, before SuHo lightly lifted himself up and slowly pushed back down onto Kris, allowing a moan to drift into the air. He moved slowly up and down Kris’ cock, sheathing and unsheathing again and again but terribly slowly; it only served to make Kris crave that friction even more. He grasped SuHo’s hips and pulled him down steady flesh against flesh and pushed up as deep as possible. Holding there for just a moment, he then pulled out only to shove back in faster and harder, a loud groan coming from deep in his throat at the satisfaction. Keeping this new pace, SuHo reached back to grasp his ankles and shift his position, the new angle allowing a deeper and sharper angle as he rode Kris hard and fast. Skin slapping skin, moans filling the room, the scent of soap mingled with sweat.
Kris hit SuHo’s prostate just right and elicited a cry from the Korean, and the tall man took the opportunity to roll them both over so that he could be in control. “I’m the leader now,” he growled, and SuHo gasped out a laugh as Kris thrust deep and hard inside of him, finding his sweet spot almost immediately and hitting it continuously.
“I… I can’t…” SuHo gasped, and Kris groaned and leaned down to bite down onto SuHo’s collarbone. The shorter man shuddered and Kris could tell he was about to cum when he tightened around Kris’ cock, releasing spurts of thick white cream between them. Kris thrust a few more times before also cumming inside of SuHo, then pulling out to collapse beside the other man.
The room smelled thickly of sweat and sex, and Kris fought the urge to gather SuHo in his arms. He wasn’t sure what this made them, so when the other wiggled closer to place himself in Kris’ arms, he smiled and wrapped them tightly around SuHo. They lay there spent for a good fifteen minutes, reveling in the afterglow, before the Korean sat up and turned to look at Kris with a twinkle in his eyes. “So… I need another shower. Care to join me?”
“Come on,” Kris grinned back and sat up to begin to pull SuHo with him off of the bed, ready to head for the shower, but the other pulled away and shook a finger at him coyly.
“Uh-uh, Kris, don't pull me along. I’m the leader… remember?”
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6/29/14