Lost in Translation Drabbles

O - After the Show (Taeho NSFW)

This story has some implied sexual content and lots of kissing be warned. Not only is it nsfw it's also very badly written. 

The stage collab between Mayhem and Sa1nt was over and it was a huge success, but the only thing on Taeseok's mind at that moment was the stern face framed by onyx hair in front of him.

Right after the performance Taeseok and burst out, wide eyed into the backstage waiting area. With a huge grin spread on his face from the adrenaline rush, he scanned the room for Dongho. His elusive boyfriend was nowhere to be seen. Without warning Dongho creeped up behind him and put his hand on his shoulder without a word. After jumping from surprise Taeseok turned his head to face him, but saw that Dongho was already in the dressing rooms hallway, beckoning him to come with.

Taeseok followed his with a pep in his step toward his dressing room. He flung the door open and barely had time to shut it before he was shoved into the wall. Dongho had pinned him there and was now leaning down to look at him eye level.

Intimidated but confusingly turned on, Taeseok spoke up.

"Um, hey?" He asked Dongho in a inquisitive tone. "Everything all right?"

Dongho shifted his charcoal eyes up to stare straight through his soul. Taeseok felt his heart leap to his throat under his gaze and flicked his eyes away.

"I just didn't like your performance, that's all." He said in his low voice, almost like a growl.

He looked up a again in shock. Taeseok was extremely confused and a little embarrassed from his words. Could he really have done that bad? He knew he had fumbled once during the choreo, but nothing major. While he was busy pondering the statement in a frenzy Dongho spoke up again.

"It's your outfit."

"My what?"

Taeseok moved to turn to look in the mirror of his dressing room, but was stopped by Dongho's arm. That still had him pinned to the wall opposite of the door.

"Aren't you going to ask why I'm upset with it?"

Taeseok hated with a burning passion how Dongho always needed to embarrass him at any possible moment. For some reason he always needed to hear confirmation out loud.

"I-uh, w-what's wrong with it, tell me then." He sputtered in a feeble attempt to be powerful.

Dongho's hand snaked up his side painfully slowly. His fingers gently, but possessively curled around his shoulder, like he was trying to tell everyone, even Taeseok, that he was his. The small action made Taeseok shudder absentmindedly. Dongho's every move was sexual no matter what he did. He planned out ever action with delicacy while looking at you with eyes that lazily peered into yours. Anyone that was this seductive was dangerous, and Tae knew this first hand. He leaned into Tae's ear and let out a short breath before whispering.

"There are pieces of you exposed that only I should be allowed to see."

He didn't allow Tae to react to the bold statement.

At the end of his sentence he gripped the end of Tae's choker with a jolt and pulled him slightly forward.

"This thing is long enough to be a leash, you aren't trying to act like someone's pet are you?"

Taeseok gulped when he heard those words, somehow he was getting turned on just from hearing himself being referred to as "pet." A chill ran up and down his spine.

He was about to respond when Dongho began trancing his fingers along his oversized button-up. Not pausing once to break the tension filled eye contact he had established.