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"What the fu-- Love."

Jo blinks up at you, dark eyes wide with shock and interest. After all, it's not everyday that you tackle him to a hotel bed immediately after he comes back from a show. It's a surprise, yes, but a welcome one. It's cute when you're clingy, after all. At least, that's what Jo thinks.

His hands slowly find your hips, gripping them like you might topple from where you straddle his waist. He doubts that you would; from the way you press him into the mattress, you've clearly had a boost in strength. From what is the question.

"What's this about?" he asks, his fingers digging into your skin gently. "You're very...twitchy."

He's not wrong, really; your fingers drum restlessly on the mattress where they cage his head in, and your eyes dart all over his face like you can't decide where to look first. You look almost like a feral wolf, panting softly above him. Despite the fact that he's the one who's pinned, there's a rush of satisfaction that slides through Jo at the obvious arousal in your eyes.

You drop your face into his neck and moan softly. "You...looked so fucking good out there."

As if on cue, you begin pressing kisses into his throat, hot and open-mouthed. Jo gasps at the new sensation and holds you closer, his hands digging greedily into the plush of your ass. Is that really all it takes to make you snap? Him looking pretty onstage and giving bedroom eyes to the camera a couple of times?

You swipe your tongue over his skin, still salty from sweat, and bite down hard. It sends white stars shooting across Jo's vision, and he groans dragging your hips over his now-obvious hard-on. The pressure alleviates the burn, but it's not nearly enough.

"I mean," you continue, your voice ragged with want. "Fuck, baby. Putting your entire happy trail onscreen when you know I'm easy? That's a dirty move, and you know it."

That makes Jo pause, his heart rioting against his ribs. When the hell did he do that?

Ah. His eyes widen with the realization. His shirt must've ridden up sometime during the concert. Still, though -- it's just hair on his navel. It's really nothing special. Everyone's got it.

And yet...you look like you're about to plow him through the mattress and chew a hole through his lungs. Or maybe you'd like it the other way around?

That makes a grin tug at his lips, one that falters when you roll your clothed heat over his own. "Shit-- Is that all it takes to make you drool? This?" He reaches down and tugs his shirt off, exposing his torso to your hungry eyes.

No. Not hungry. Starving.

Your gaze flits over his lean frame as if you could get high from it: His toned, defined abs. The way his tanned skin glints in the low light of the hotel. The masculine definition of his collarbones.

Then, your eyes drift lower--

And darken.

Jo, for all his usual shyness, can't help but feel smug as you take in the dark hair that dusts down his navel and into his boxers. After all, you are getting worked up over almost nothing. He didn't even have to touch you to get you needy; if anything, that's an accomplishment on Jo's part--

The thought gets cut off when you smash your lips against his, your tongue shoving into his mouth like it's got nowhere else to go. Your teeth knock into his, but the sting is nothing compared to the way you grind into him like you're being paid to do it. It's nasty; he can feel the heat of your cunt rubbing into his dick even through four layers, and he knows that he's probably leaking into his boxers. In theory, that's gross.

In practice? He just kisses you harder and bucks his hips up, his abs flexing with the motion.

"Gonna ride you into the mattress," you gasp, fists clenching the sheets by Jo's head. "You're not gonna be able to walk when I'm done with you."

Jo snickers and nips your lips gently. "You make it sound like that's a threat."

You pull back and meet his eyes, and Jo's pulse stutters. You already look entirely fucked-out, your eyes narrowed and glazed. Your chest heaves under your loose tee, and from the way you bite down on your lower lip, it almost looks like you're about to cum just from kissing him.

"It absolutely is," you murmur, tightening your thighs around his hips. "Now fucking take your pants off before I rip them."

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