Oh god you're going to the tour!!! Really happy for you! I will finally graduate from college this month and try to find a real job which means I can never make it to the UK this time. Hope you enjoy the show and make sure let the boys know there are so many people and places out there waiting for their visit. But lucky enough I get to see Rob's show later this year. Hope next time we have the chance to see 5 of them on stage together!
Yes i am!!! Thank you, but I’m sure your chance will come!
I couldn’t go anywhere during my probation period last year at my job, so I totally understand how you feel. But financial freedom will mean that you can see them next year!
I’ll be seeing Rob this year too, thankfully, because he is coming to Singapore for a concert omg.
See, these bunch of middle-aged dads aren’t as lazy as they make themselves out to be!
Hi, sorry to bother you. Yesterday I found the audio file of Howard DJing the mashup of kidz/happy now/ going home in your site's source code elements and I wanna ask if it's Okay I share the downloadable file on my site and of course I'll leave the credit to you.
Hi :) Oh you’re not bothering me at all. Sorry if it took me too long to reply.
I think you’re talking about this post. Please feel free to reblog it. If you want to post it somewhere else outside tumblr, I have no problem at all as long as you credit (it took me a while to extract the songs from the whole set) :) I also uploaded the file to soundcloud.
Just a quick something for neonsweekend. Inspired by their fanart.
You asked.... ;)
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You lean against the doorjamb and watch him. You don't even dare to breathe as you hear him humming along the melody he was playing on his guitar.
You can see his broad back, can see his muscles move, see faint scars.
You lick your lips slowly. He doesn't like to play in front of you and he usually doesn't like it when you study his body like you are doing now... but you practically stumbled in on him, sitting on the floor of the living room, shirtless, playing a song whose melody you have heard before.
His voice is rough and low when he starts to sing. Your heart misses a beat. You have never heard him sing before.
His voice sounds deep and almost smoky when he sings. You wish you could see his face. See his lips form the smooth vowels and hard consonants. See his eyes... are they open? Does he play with his eyes closed?
You bite your lip and press your palm against your stomach. You feel strangely moved just standing there, watching him and listening to him play.
You let your own eyes slip close and the sound of his voice enhances slightly. It feels like a physical caress, smooth and gentle. This song is perfect for him...you lose yourself in the melody as much as in his voice...
... till the moment it suddenly stops.
Your eyes pop open. Oh...
He is looking at you over his shoulder.
"No. Please don't stop..." You shake your head and smile at him. He sighs and shrugs. "I knew you were there. Just thought it's stupid to pretend you are not. Sit down." He nods towards the couch and you walk around him.
You almost feel like a groupie getting a private concert from her favourite singer as he looks up at you, his dark brown eyes are glinting amber in the fading light of the day.
The smooth wood of the guitar is pressed against his naked stomach. You feel your fingertips prickling. His chest hair is beckoning you to touch it, but you lean back and keep your mouth shut and wait for him to play again.
He does play with his eyes closed. Or maybe he just does it now that you are watching. It feels strangely intimate as you let your gaze roam over his body.
His shoulders are slightly hunched as if he is protecting the precious instrument in his lap. His skin looks soft and warm. His fingers look capable and strong and very sexy as he plays his accords. You just stare at his fingers for a long time.
You have felt the little calluses and have wondered where they came from. Now you know.
They are moving quickly, he knows what he is doing. It's mesmerizing.
Almost as mesmerizing as his moving lips and the shadow of his eyelashes on his cheeks. He is smiling slightly.
Your thoughts begin to wander as you watch him. You feel his fingers touching you, feel his arms holding you... his lips caress your skin. His voice murmuring these words into your ear.
You shiver and feel yourself getting aroused. Just from watching him. There is something about musicians... and especially this one...
The song has ended and you are still staring at him. He opens his eyes slowly as if he expect you to laugh at him or that you left while he played.
He blushes when he sees the look on your face.
"That good, huh?" he asks and puts the guitar away, rubs his hand over his lips.
You nod breathlessly. "That good." You mumble and slide to him onto the floor, careful not to bump into the instrument.
"You are wonderful. Will you play more often for me now?" You sit next to him and let your fingertips follow the line of his arm.
He raises his eyebrow and shrugs. "If you want to."
"Yes." You sigh and give him a small kiss. You can still taste the song on his lips. Melancholy and loneliness and his smoky voice.
He sighs and combs his fingers through your hair and lets the kiss linger, licks into your mouth.
You wrap your arms around his shoulders and finally get to touch his smooth skin and curly chest hair.
He chuckles and pulls away. There is a question in his eyes and you nod slowly. Yes, he was that good. Yes, you really liked it and yes, watching him turned you on...
He grins and kisses you again, gently guiding you backwards till you are lying on your back. His hands slide up and down your side. He caresses your breasts, his hot breath makes you shiver and gives you goosebumps as it slides along your neck.
He undresses you quietly. He doesn't speak. His fingers slide over your skin. He knows your body like he knows his guitar. He knows where to touch you to make you sigh, to make you moan. He composes his own favourite song as he touches you and kisses you, licks your skin.
He starts to hum when he opens the button and zipper of your jeans. His hands finds its way between your legs. The melody isn't as low now. He is grinning. His eyes are sparkling.
He can feel how aroused you are.
"Yes, I'm going to play more often for you now." He murmurs. You can see the outline of his cock in his trousers but he doesn't let you reach for it.
His fingers slide over your sex, they dip between your wet folds. He makes you moan and arch your back. You spread your legs wider and breathe out his name. He looks up and down your body and presses his fingers inside of you.
He moves them, spreads them, fills you with them again and again.
Your eyes slip close and you find yourself being swept away on a wave of lust and desire and this melody he keeps humming. It's beautiful and you feel a fluttering in your stomach as he keeps going, as you moan louder and press your hips down against his fingers. His thumb brushes over your clit. His lips close around your nipple.
He sucks and hums and your toes are curling in pure pleasure when he presses upwards and finds the spot which makes you feel dizzy with want.
You moan out his name and he keeps touching you, again and again. His fingers slip in and out of you and groan. He is whispering words to you, they fill your heart as he fills your body and you roll your hips up and down to get more... more... mo... his thumb presses against your clit again and suddenly something in your body snaps and you start to shudder and clench around his fingers as you reach your high and you yell out again, exquisite pleasure making your vision whiten out....
...you are still panting when you feel him pulling out of you.
"Thank you..." You breathe out and look up at him. He grins and kisses you slowly. Thank you for letting me watch, for singing for me, for making me experience such a high...
"You are welcome." He licks his lips and smiles brightly and lets himself be pulled into a passionate kiss....
