Keep the grills on...

- Cut! You, guys, are now may go and have a rest. Director’s voice in earpiece sounded like a relief at that moment. That first day of clip-making was more like a torture, and it is finally over. It seems to me actually, that the amount of the material we have made today, looks enough for a movie, not for a 3 min MV. I lie back at the chair and tilt my head back. The pressure and tiredness of the day covers my whole with every muscle being tense and hard. My breath becomes deep and calm. The grills I needed to wear today make me exhale differently. Every breath I take out flushes with all hardness from my mouth, it looks and sounds spicy and sharp. Those grills did not let me pull my lips together at the set, and it made Hoongjoong keep his eyes only on me today. Oh, I know that look. I know the whole bunch of thought that visited his head with his eyes on my dry lips. - Hey, Hwa… I feel a warm palm on my cheek. And I also feel how it gently rubs my cheek. -We cannot miss that opportunity, can we? Hoong’s voice is quite and hypnotic. It makes me open my eyes and look at him. We both know what he is talking about: we have been into that thing since trainee. It helps us to hide from the world and get lost in the world of our own, which we made on smells, sounds, feels and chemistry. The Captain unzips his jeans with his free hand letting his tense and heavy flesh out. He holds it with his fingers rounded around the very core, swinging a little. - Come on… Hongjoong’s hand lays on my head. It pushes me slowly. I can’t help licking myself leering at what I see now. I look up at his baby-smiling as if waiting for a present. Gosh, how dare him being a mix of that brutal spontaneity. This mix have always driven me crazy. It has always been the best aphrodisiac. I pull myself closer touching the grills in order to get rid of them - Do not take the grills off, - He reassures me trying to pull up my lips with his finger and making me open my mouth wider. - Take your tongue out. I do that obediently. My tongues is covered in saliva; it drools on his jeans while I look directly at his eyes. His body, smelling of nutmeg and hot from the shooting and excitement, drives me crazy. I need to feel and smell it more and more though now I have much more fun thing to do. I want to taste him. I want to have him everywhere, I want him on my lips, on face, on my tongue and in my throat. He moves his hops impatiently. I grab his cock and pull it to my cheek like a cat waiting for owner’s attention. HoongJoon runs his hand through my hair as an approval, closely following all of what I am doing. I alternatively push my fingers to his cock, little by little captivating it into my arm. I feel his blood pulsating under the thin skin. I feel his veins pushing under my touch. His cock becomes harder as foreskin pulls off showing me the head. The lightning which was left after the set, illuminates the clear drop at the tip of the head. I am in no rush, slowly licking it off and lingering for a while. I pull my tongue around the top while my hand is jerking him off intensively. Hoong bites his lip and whispers pulling his hips forward. He squeezes my hair harder ruining it, but we both do not care. This is it; I open my mouth wider and take his cock deeper. My grills hardly touch the tender skin but my partner bites his palm and rolls his eyes. This is want he needs. I push it a little more and go deeper. - Fuck, stop teasing me! - he growls while pumping his cock roughly into my throat. I gurgle while trying to get used to new feelings with a slight blood taste, but my Captain disagrees. He pulls my head with his own rhythm which I cannot but enjoy. I pull my lips harder trying to take his cock deeper into my throat. I shove eagerly while trying to absorb all the wet with my tongue. I listen to his discreet yet so deep moans. He pulls me back suddenly. - I want it on your face. I lick my lips and smile while opening my mouth wide and pulling my tongue out. A few moves are enough to make him cum on my face with a deep moan. I wait, obediently looking at him while he is shrives in orgasm. - Your mouth is the Gate of Eden, Seonghwa, - he grabs my face and smiles, licking the drops from my cheeks. Let’s go home. I want to enter the Gate. He kisses my lips passionately with these words. The passion has just started to grow.