"Who's next?" asked Daehyun, turning to Jong Up. "Seungri's having his comeback. S'pposed to be something really spectacular". Daehyun nodded in reply and stared at the monitor above him. The members of B.A.P had never really been close to stars such as Seungri. They'd often keep to themselves and watch amongst the crowd of screaming fans. They would observe carefully, just like Daehyun was now.
Seungri effortlessly glided across the stage, his footwork was exceptional and the busty, red-haired dancer up there with him gave his performance that touch of sexiness that he was so well-known for.
Daehyun was entranced by the man on the screen. He gulped as the performer shot the camera a wicked grin before bowing and leaving the stage.
Daehyun turned his head as he heard footsteps coming towards the waiting room he was standing in. Seungri entered, followed by the rest of his crew who tried to fix up the man who had just sweated through his top on stage. "You worked hard," Daehyun bowed and stood to face Seungri straight on. The man grinned widely back at him before thanking him and sitting in the nearest chair. "Where's the rest of your group?" he asked feigning interest as he raked his fingers through his still wet fringe.
"They were called by Kang; I was instructed to stay here," Daehyun replied. He felt self-concious being alone in a room with this man. It was too intimate.
Seungri shrugged his shoulders lightly and threw his hands onto his lap. "So you're Daehyun, right?" he asked excitedly. "I watched your performance; It was really impressive. You're an amazing vocalist. " "You were amazing too," akwardly escaped Daehyun's mouth. Oh my gosh, you sound like such a loser. "I'm a huge fan of yours. Your work really moves me."
"Actually, I shouldn't be telling you this but Youngjae-ssi, one of our members, and I have discussed promoting as a sub-unit for a little bit and... maybe you could help us out? Just a few pointers and stuff."
"Well, how about we get some coffee together after the show? Ask Youngjae-ssi to come with and I'll share some words of wisdom." Seungri smiled broadly and pulled out his phone to check the time. "It might be kind of late though. Do you have anything scheduled for tomorrow?"
I'll fucking cancel whatever it is for you. "Um, no."
"Great," gleamed Seungri, "we..."
"Oh, no, wait! Um, Youngjae actually has a recording early tomorrow morning so..."
Seungri got up. "Another time then," he suggested and readied himself to leave when Daehyun interrupted him again. "I-I can still go! I'll just pass the word on to Youngjae," Daehyun pleaded.
Seungri was already leaving. "Okay. Meet you here after the finale?" asked Seungri, stepping backwards through the doorway.
"Sure," he replied. Seungri winked and jogged back to his dressing room. Daehyun couldn't stop a wide smile from spreading across his face. He pinched his cheeks and hopped over onto the sofa to wait for the others to come back.
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"Anyonghasaeyo~" Seungri greeted Daehyun as he stepped outside into the chilly street. Daehyun shivered as he bowed slightly in return and rubbed his gloved hands together, turning to the road.
They had not waited even a minute when a car arrived to take them to what was apparently Seungri's favourite place to get a cup of coffee. "No way- the man has his own chauffer!" gawked Daehyun, his jaw dropping slightly. He quickly gathered himself and climbed into the backseat after Seungri.
The streets were pitch-black and hazy, broken every so often by a thick bright rain jacket a padestrian wore. Daehyun knew he should be tired after the four-hour-long show he had just been on, but sitting this close to Seungri kept every molecule of his being ablaze. His heart was beating almost as fast as it was on stage a few moments ago. He stole a quick glimpse at Seungri who was dreamily gazing out of the cab's window. He tapped his index finger on his bottom lip as he sat. The slight yellow of the street lights bounced off his face, highlighting his strong jawline and smokey black-rimmed eyes. Daehyun was a bit dissapointed by the lack of conversation between the two. He pouted and looked over at Seungri again. Daehyun noted that he hadn't taken his make-up or his stage outfit off yet. Metallic horn earrings protruded from each of his earlobes and picked up the slight grey-blonde highlights he had recently gotten in his fringe. Almost hidden by the heavy jacket he wore was the tightest pair of black leather pants imagineable. The leather of the pants clung to every nook & cranny of his lower half. Through the open zip of the jacket he could make out a patterned red and black t-shirt which hung loosely over Seungri's torso, adding to his steamy punk-rock image. Daehyun added that the designer should have a special place in heaven for putting him in this outfit- or maybe hell? Everything about his outfit screamed sex. Even his sitting position now made Daehyun's face flush.
The taxi came to a halt a block away from what seemed to be a hotel. The chauffeur remained still behind the wheel; the man looked like a statue. Daehyun took the hint that he should get out himself and walked briskly to catch up with Seungri who had already stepped through the marble-clad entrance. By the time he reached Seungri he was in the middle of the lobby. An ivory carpet ran out to a white quartz reception desk. The wall behind it had been layered in dark shades of blue with gold and lime cut-outs that hovered just a few centimetres on top of it, creating a striking 3D artwork. Petite chairs and freestanding lamps were scattered along each side of the narrow carpet. At first glimpse it could look quite chaotic but it was edgy and unexpected. Daehyun liked that.
"I thought we were going to a coffee shop or something?" he asked.
"Yeah, we were. I changed my mind."
"I'm sorry?" Daehyun's right eyebrow shot up. Ok, now I look like a little bitch.
"Thought you'd be cool with it," Seungri smiled.
Honestly. "Sure," he replied, "Okay so can we stop standing around here like weirdos?"
Seungri giggled, "Of course."
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The suite was filled with reds, creams and whites. Seungri sat comfortably on the edge of his bed; Daehyun was across from him, cross-legged on the floor beside a glass-encased fireplace. The older animatedly told Daehyun of the funny happenings that would take place on the set of Infinity Challenge. Though it might sound cliche', Daehyun felt like he'd known Seungri his whole life. The man had a way of making anyone feel warm and familiar. He had a genuinely good sense of humour and with the way he looked, you'd want to spend every waking moment with him. They both erupted with laughter as Seungri impersonated his colleague when he'd fallen on set. Daehyun lifted his eyes to meet Seungri's whose were already locked onto his.
"We're not actually going to talk about your sub-unit are we?"
Daehyun stayed quiet, not wanting to change the direction of their conversation.
Keeping eye contact Seungri sat up rigidly and folded his arms. He let his head roll to the side, giving Daehyun a slight smirk. "Dae... In about 10 minutes I'd like to have you naked and tied to my headboard."
"What?" he managed to choke out.
"You heard me." Seungri stated cockily. He unfolded his arms and cooly got to his feet. His eyes were dark, studying Daehyun as he beckoned him over.
Daehyun's decision had already been made for him.
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Daehyun gritted his teeth as he struggled against the torn material which constrained him to Seungri's bed. His face burned red with embarassment.
The older straddled his thighs, keeping a loose grip on the younger's member as he moved his right hand up and down torturously slow. Beads of sweat had gathered along Daehyun's hairline and stuck his fringe against his forehead. Seungri looked down at the younger, his beautiful face contorted by the pleasure he was giving him. He could feel himself hardening as he watched the younger writhe beneath him.
Seungri began to pick up speed, pumping Daehyun's member, making him moan unintelligable words into the silence around them. He bent down and captured the younger's lips in a heated kiss. His teeth clashed against Daehyun's as they moved their mouths against each others' roughly. The younger rolled Seungri's bottom lip before sinking his teeth into it, drawing blood. Seungri grunted against his mouth and stilled his hand, eliciting a needy whine from the younger at the sudden loss.
Without any preparation the older hoisted Daehyun's legs over his shoulders and thrust deep into his heat causing him to shriek in pain. Teardrops gathered at the corners of Daehyun's eyes, blurring his vision. Seungri stilled and hushed him softly, bending to let their foreheads touch. "I want you to look at me, baby, look at me," he breathed worriedly, trying to capture the younger's attention. Daehyun gazed at him through hooded eyes, too caught up in what he was feeling to make sense of what Seungri said. After a moment to adjust Daehyun nodded lightly for him to continue.
Seungri placed a gentle kiss on the top of his head. He brought his hips back, almost pulling out completely, before slamming back into the younger. Daehyun's back arched off the bed at the sensation. The older found a steady rhythm as he thrusted into him, each snap of his hips pushing him further and further over the edge.
The older's lean fingers reached down to pump Daehyun's length in time with his thrusts. He brought his thumb over it's head which was lick with precum. Daehyun felt the heat of his impending orgasm coil in his stomach. A load moan escaped the younger's throat.
The two kept their eyes locked as their bodies moved against each other. Seungri flicked his wrist up one more time when Daehyun convulsed around his cock, coming onto their stomachs and Seungri's hand. The younger's walls tightening around Seungri drove him over the edge, making Seungri empty himself in Daehyun.
Seungri let out a shuddery breath as he tried to regain himself. His eyes flickered shut and opened to see Daehyun's face stained with tears. "Dae..." he said softly, wiping up a tear which was rolling down his cheek. Daehyun sighed into Seungri's touch. "Stay here 'til the morning," he pleaded. Daehyun sighed into Seungri's touch. Fatigue overtook him; he turned on his side and fell asleep encaged in Seungri's arms.