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“”Hey… Keeho~hyung… not now”
Keeho rolled his eyes, reaching up to slap a hand over Intak’s mouth, using the other to reach down and start to fidget with the latter’s zip.
They were in the midst of filming for their new reality show, both bundled into the back of one of the company vans, the other members in the middle and front rows chattering away to the cameras and talking about how excited they were for the day of activities ahead. They’d been busy touring lately, rushing from venue to venue, beginning to grow weary of constant flights and long drives, excited to take a little time to unwind, even if it was still technically work.
Keeho was in one of his moods. The other members had grown to recognise and expect them; the moments he switched from being the chatty and fun persona he usually donned to perhaps the most subdued and introverted of them all, waiting for the opportunity to finally release some of the long built-up tension that usually ended up on his shoulders. Despite the other boys coming to recognise and expect it, there was only one member who typically found himself dealing with the consequences… and he was about to deal with them in perhaps the most inconvenient and inappropriate location yet.
The leader let out a gentle sigh as he finally managed to dislodge Intak’s zip and pull it down, the white fabric of the boy’s underwear peeking out from beneath as Keeho reached up to unbuckle his belt and awkwardly yank down his jeans. Intak was dressed in pretty standard reality show attire; a large white t-shirt, tight stonewashed jeans and beneath, a pair of white boxer-briefs, his bulge sitting heavy and large in them against the seat of the van, enticingly providing Keeho with a tempting glimpse of his objective.
Keeho looked up at Intak, a sly smirk on his face as he leaned down to drag his turgid pink lips across the soft fabric of the boy’s boxers, the subtle ridges of what lay beneath already tangible, even through the underwear. He let his tongue fall gently out of his mouth, the path he was following with his lips soon growing wet with spit as he dragged it over the weighty package, his eyes still rapidly darting up to meet Intak’s as he did. Intak looked nervous, his hands gripping the van’s armrests as sweat started to dampen his forehead, keeping an eye on the other members and trying to make sure the two of them remain out of view of any of the cameras.
Finally, with a satisfied purr and a swift lick of his lips, Keeho tugged Intak’s boxers down, the younger boy’s fat, rigid pole springing up and slapping his tight stomach. Keeho smiled, wrapping his fingers around the thick base, not even able to make his index finger and thumb meet around it, wiggling it a little in front of his face and taking a deep sniff, the familiar scent of Intak’s meat permeating his nostrils, his mouth growing even more awash with saliva at the ripe scent. Slowly starting to stroke it, Keeho slowly leaned even closer, his tongue sliding out from between his juicy lips to start to lick around the crown of Intak’s plump cockhead.
Intak’s endowment was beyond respectable. Nearing nine inches in length, and with a girth far exceeding that of any of his bandmates, his fat, tanned dong seemed almost manufactured to bear the brunt of Keeho’s needy, heat-like ‘moods’, the sheer weight of it satisfying the Canadian’s taste for everything bigger and thicker. It wasn’t just Intak’s cock that looked overwhelmingly pornographic right now. Despite his initial apprehension and nerves about being caught, the look on his face was rapidly becoming one of confident, slightly cocky dominance, growing less and less anxious with every second that passed, his steely, straight-faced expression soon giving way to a cheeky smirk and a sloppily-controlled gaze.
Keeho moaned under his breath as he continued to trace his tongue around the base of Intak’s fat cockhead, the taste already hitting his tastebuds despite how little he’d done so far, the persistent and constant scent now leaving him effectively cockdrunk as he continued to tongue at the sensitive flesh, reaching down to fish out Intak’s big balls, grinning giddily as he felt how wet they were, pulling his hand out to lick his fingers clean, slurping the sweat from each of his digits before finally yanking Intak’s sack out from inside of his underwear. Keeho immediately planted his face into it, rubbing his nose deep into the slippery folds of Intak’s ballsack, fondling those heavy nuts before pushing them between his puffed-up lips, savouring the ripe, salty flavour, continuing to maintain eye contact with Intak as he stuffed the younger boy’s balls into his mouth.
Dragging his tongue up across Intak’s sack, Keeho slowly started to follow the veins that wrapped around the boy’s fat pole until he was back up at the head, shifting around until he was crouched down on the floor, right between Intak’s spread legs, looking directly up into his eyes as he finally took the whole length in one speedy slurp.
Despite the ease with which Keeho took Intak’s meat, he certainly wasn’t quiet with it, his throat making the filthiest squelching sound as it opened up around the sensitive flesh, the warm, wet inside of his mouth closing around it, his tongue working at the veiny shaft as drool poured from the corners of his mouth. Intak looked down with the most fucked out look on his face, watching as the gay leader swallowed down his cock, starting to pull off until only the tip remained between his juicy lips before slurping it back down.
Keeho really look like the woman out of a messy, filthy heterosexual porn video, rubbing Intak’s saliva-slicked meat all over his smooth face, blowing spit bubbles as he nuzzled his nose into it, stuffing it back into his mouth and bouncing his head up and down on it without his lips even touching the shaft, just doing whatever he can to leave Intak’s pole as slimy and wet as possible. The sounds in any other situation would be disgusting, but in this one they were pretty mindblowing.
This was the thing Intak loved the most about sex with Keeho. No matter what, whenever Intak’s cock was out, Keeho always treated it like the best thing in the world. He knew exactly how to savour the taste, how to close up his throat just enough to make Intak’s toes curl with every slurp, how to cough up just enough saliva possible to make every stroke feel like heaven, and more than anything, how to best prepare it to be stuffed up that tight butt.
As if reading Intak’s mind, at this moment Keeho lifted himself up off of the floor, still banking on the other members’ laughter and conversation being loud enough to distract them from what the other two were doing in the back, even if it were far less of a priority to Keeho than it was to Intak. Keeho reached up to grab the elasticated waistband of the grey sweatpants he’d put on for comfort during the journey, slowly, teasingly tugging on it before dropping it down just enough to expose those smooth, plump tanned buttcheeks.
This moment was almost always the final straw for Intak, the final push towards being just as fucked up and mindless as Keeho. He reached forward, sliding his hands underneath Keeho’s waist and lifting him up towards him, moving him up so the leader’s legs were resting on the top of the backseat, his elbows resting on the row in front, that tight, firm butt right in front of Intak’s face, begging for the same attention that had been given to his cock.
Intak needed little instruction or prompt to dive in, immediately burying his face into Keeho’s crack, his tongue darting out to start rubbing teasing circles around Keeho’s tight brown pucker, taking repeated deep sniffs to take in the scent of the boy’s sweaty ass. The scene was perfect; Intak’s handsome face buried between Keeho’s perfectly round buttcheeks, the sound of his tongue slurping at that salty cunt just loud enough to be noticeable but still muffled by just how deep his face was buried in there.
“Keeho… are you coming in with us to buy snacks?” Theo asked from the front seat, snapping Keeho out of his sexual daze.
Keeho looked out of the window, seeing that they were pulling into the parking lot of a supermarket, the members reaching for their wallets and phones, getting ready to head out, half of their anticipation being for the snacks, the other half being for the funny content they were bound to record in there.
“Uh… no… Intak isn’t feeling too good back here… it might be the bumpy road… I’ll stay back with him hereee…”
The hitches in Keeho’s breath were noticeable, the probing of Intak’s tongue in his tight butthole rapidly becoming too much to be able to hide, the other members a little perplexed by the odd way he was speaking but brushing it off as it being Keeho being distracted by his phone or feeling a little sick himself. They all unbuckled their seatbelts and climbed out of the van, running off across the asphalt, leaving Keeho and Intak as the only two members left in the van.
Keeho immediately reached up to yank off his t-shirt, tossing it down on the seat next to him as he rubbed his slim, sweaty body, reaching around to tug off Intak’s too. They both kicked off their pants and underwear, ending up splayed across the backseat in just their socks and shoes, Intak laying down across the row of seats, Keeho climbing up on top of him, his knees either side of the younger boy’s waist. Keeho smiled, looking down at Intak’s fucked out face, leaning forward to shove his tongue between his lips, giving him a sloppy, messy kiss before sitting back up.
“That’s so gay…” Intak smirked, anticipating a slap or nudge from Keeho, but getting something very different in response.
Arching his back and parting his lips, Keeho slowly sank back onto Intak’s meaty, slimy pole, his brown cunt stretching open to take the thick head inside straight away, moaning as he heard the sound of it popping past that tight rim, gently sinking further down as he felt it sliding further and further inside. He didn’t waste any time, quickly starting to bounce that sweaty plump booty up and down on Intak’s thick meat, both wincing and moaning everytime he heard his cunt make a noise, the lewd, wet sounds simultaneously embarrassing and arousing.
Every time Keeho’s butthole made a noise, Intak groaned, biting his lip and thrusting up a little to meet Keeho’s movements, the sounds of the boy’s pussy so loudly and keenly accepting his cock just turning him on even more than he already was, both of them now soaked with sweat, every single thrust making a lewd noise as Keeho’s sweaty booty dropped down onto Intak’s dripping thighs. They soon shifted position, Intak climbing up, his cock twitching a little as he saw the sweaty imprint of his body on the leather seats, grabbing his wet meat and going to stuff it back into Keeho’s empty cunt, looking down and almost cumming right there as the leader farted.
The sound was undeniably filthy, a loud, long wet fart as that brown cunt twitched and pulsed, still gaping slightly and tightening up at the absence of Intak’s dick, his rim already tired and battered. Intak immediately leaned in, burying his nose in Keeho’s sweaty buttcrack, eyes rolling back in his head as that puckered asshole let out another loud, sloppy fart, right on his nose, slapping one of the boy’s plump brown buttcheeks hard as if he were taking a hit of some drug. Keeho smirked slyly, scrunching his eyes shut as he tried to push out another, his hole gurgling again right on Intak’s nose, that half-fart, half-gape only making Intak’s prick harder, the other boy finally hauling himself up and stuffing his cock back into Keeho’s cunt, only to pull it out to hear the noise of that cunt trying to tighten up.
Once Intak finally buried himself ballsdeep back inside of Keeho, it was clear that both of them were going for the finish line, Intak’s hands soon finding Keeho’s tight waist, pulling that fat butt back onto his cock more forcefully and roughly than he had before, the subtle moans the two of them were previously letting out now far more unbridled and throaty. Keeho came first, one final thrust of Intak’s hard cock against his prostate finally pushing him over the edge, his hard, useless boner twitching and throbbing between his thighs as he soaked the black leather seats in his cum, every spurt making a loud splashing noise as it painted the previously flawlessly clean black seats.
Once Keeho’s load was completely and fully emptied over the backseat, Intak pulled back, almost shoving Keeho back down onto the floor, the Canadian boy taking the initiative and taking his previous position, barely even able to open his mouth himself before feeling Intak ramming his fat cock between his thick pink lips, This time, Intak took full control, sliding a hand into Keeho’s sweaty blond hair, thrusting up into his mouth as he felt that sweet release growing closer, the huge, blunt head of his pole slamming into the back of Keeho’s throat as throat slime poured out around his shaft, the other boy’s previous expertise nowhere to be seen as he uncontrollably gagged and retched.
Intak pulled his boner from Keeho’s lips right as he felt his orgasm approaching, with a few rapid strokes of his huge slimy meat finally pushing him over the edge, the first few thick, forceful spurts already painting Keeho’s messy face white, that gloopy cum dribbling down his sweaty skin as Intak continued to milk that huge load out of his balls. Keeho hungrily slurped up any that dribbled onto his lips, nuzzling his face into Intak’s huge cock as it continued to spray, getting cum in his hair, in his eyelashes, all down his chest, not caring how messy he got as long as he was able to bask in the messy, joyous glow of Intak’s orgasm.
The two of them soon collapsed back down against the cum and sweat-stained leather seats, both of them still butt naked, pressed up against each other as they tried to catch their breath, eyes fluttering shut in sheer weary tiredness, soon pulling themselves out of that post-orgasmic slumber to try and clean up. They searched through all of their pockets and under all of the seats for a tissue, trying to find something to mop up all of the cum and sweat that had painted the inside of the car, to no avail. Keeho shrugged, leaning in to grab Intak’s massive floppy meat, stuffing it into his mouth and sucking it clean, before moving down to dig his tongue into every ridge and crease of the boy’s sack, lapping up all of the salty spunk dripping down it.
Keeho returned to Intak’s meat, milking out the last few drops of cum before giving it a final few sucks, wanting to really savour the opportunity before they both got dressed. However, before they got the chance, the car door suddenly clicked open behind them, exposing Intak’s sweaty butt to the whole parking lot, Keeho looking over with Intak’s massive soft pole still sitting turgid and floppy between his plump lips.
“Keeho~hyung… Intak~hyung?”