Concert and Chill
A/N - @ego-16 this got spiiiiccyyyy hope you enjoy, but i know you will ;)
The crowd was cheering, and Mark Mythology was having the time of his fucking life. He was the star of this show and he had zero complaints. Mark could sing his gay heart out and no one could stop him. Plus, practically everyone was either high on weed or almost blackout drunk, and the few who weren't were taking videos.
"Tonight we are victorious, champagne pouring over us, all my friends we're glorious, tonight we are victorious." He leaned into the mic for the last verse. He raised his arms up, panting as he slowly backed away from the mad crowd. He flashed a grin, and it sent them even wilder. He loved to do fanservice, so he was almost half naked, jacket and vest thrown to the crowd, and dress shirt half unbuttoned, glistening sweat dripping down his muscles.
"Woo!" He brought the mic back to his mouth. "Ain't tonight a show! We got a few more songs for you wonderful people, but damn, is it just me or is it HOT in here?"
Myth began to slowly unbutton the rest of his dress shirt. He raised a brow as the audience screamed. From the corner of his eye he saw Corriander's jaw drop - literally drop he had to pick it up and put it back - as he stripped off the dress shirt. He balled it up in his hands, eyes scanning the crowd for a good target - then he saw him.
Calling this guy cute would be the understatement of the century. His pale cheeks were marked by cute little circles of black, messy red hair framing his face in the best way possible. The cutie looked up from his short talk and immediately made eye contact. His face turned bright red when Mark winked at him, shaking the bundle in his hand before tossing it to him. The one-eyed darling caught it easily, and the people around him gasped and congratulated him. Mark gave him a salute and yet another charming wink.
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As Mark stretched in his hotel room, he thought back to the concert. That was definitely one he'd remember, with special thanks to that adorable boy. He smiled to himself as he pulled off the rest of his clothes and tested the temperature of the bath water. Perfectly warm. Mark let out a deep, husky groan as he eased his body into the bubbly liquid. Damn it felt good. He took his time, fingers working sore muscles with expertise and experiance, hands running through his soft hair with soap. After he was done, he stood up and pulled the plug, then turned on the shower, washing off the bubbles. His thoughts wandered back to the pretty darling from the concert. He'd look adorable in his arms~
As Mythology wrapped a fluffy bathrobe around his body, he heard methodical knocks on the door. Quickly rubbing his hair with a towel, he opened the door, and came face to face with two security robots and the very person he had been thinking about.
"He has a V.I.P special pass." The little guy was rubbing his arm, cheeks covered in pink blush. Myth smiled at him.
"Well then," Myth spoke, voice smooth as honey. "I wouldn't want to keep a pretty face like you waiting. That'd be plain rude of me, wouldn't it?"
Myth moved two fingers under his chin and lifted his face to look at him. His cheeks turned rose red as he was guided in with a seductive gaze. The security robots seemed to share a knowing glance before making their exit.
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It wasn't very long before Myth had him up on his desk, moaning into every touch and kiss he was given. Morbid hadn't been as happy to throw himself at Myth like the rest. Not a surprise though, considering how modest he seemed. However, a warm and delectable invitation was more than enough. God, he looked so small and cute in Myth's shirt, he really wanted to keep him~
Myth moved his attention to Morbid's neck, and quickly found a very nice sweetspot. He sucked and kissed the skin around it, and even that seemd to drive him crazy.
"Ahh~ Ahhhgggnmm~ M-Mythology, I- Ahh! Ahhhh~" Myth's attacks were relentless. God, every little sound was adorable, and it turned him on. He could feel his cocks straining in his boxers, and he made sure Morbid could feel it as well.
"Feel that, love?" He pulled the flustered man's hips to his, pressing his hard-on(s) against him. And while he was pleasantly surprised to find two of his own pressed against his, he didn't show it. Myth leaned closer to his ear, lowering his voice to a husky growl.
"Feel what you're doing to me?"
