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"Not that I'm complaining," Calum breathes, his chest heaving and eyes wide as he pulls away from the heated kiss you'd initiated the moment you stepped into the empty dressing room, "but what was that for?"
"You're wearing those fucking plaid pants," you groan as you bury your face in the crook of his neck and press your lips to his heated skin, "I love those pants so much. They make your thighs look fucking amazing."
Calum laughs loudly as he moves his hands from your hips to cup your cheeks. He pulls your face from the crook of his neck and smirks when he takes in the sight of your lust blown eyes and kiss swollen lips. "You're fucking adorable, baby," he laughs as he leans in to press a quick kiss to your lips, "absolutely fucking adorable."
"I'm really not trying to be adorable right now, Cal," you huff as you reach for the top button of his shirt, "I'm trying to get you naked. Those are two very different looks."
Calum laughs even harder at this, his eyes crinkling in the corners and his hands dropping from your cheeks to grip your wrists. "Come here, baby," he laughs as he pulls you across the room and toward the leather sofa tucked in the corner of the room, "I have to be on stage in fifteen minutes, I don't think we have time for you to get me naked. But I can get you off. Think that'll hold you over until we can get back to the hotel?"
"Not if I have to watch you perform in these fucking pants but I'll take what I can get," you huff as you allow him to pull you down onto his lap. "What are you doing?"
"Ride my thigh," he hums, his lips curving into a grin as he watches your face, watches your eyes drift to his thighs, "the pants are dark so no one will see it if you cum on my thigh. I know that's what you want, baby. Just go for it."
"The guys will be back in here in a second," you pout, although you're already shifting in his grasp to straddle his thigh, "they still tease us about that time they caught me blowing you at the New Year's Eve party and it's been months."
"They'll get over it," Calum shrugs, "you're so turned on you're practically drooling on me and I want to see you cum. That's all that matters."
"Fuck you and your exhibitionist streak," you huff as Calum's hands return to your hips and gently nudge you to move. "And fuck these pants, too."
Calum laughs but doesn't retort as he waits for you to take over and set your own pace. With a sigh of frustration, you bury your face in the crook of his neck and begin grinding your hips down onto his thigh. He hums a sound of satisfaction, his hands gripping your hips a little tighter, and shifts in his seat to give you a better position on his thigh.
"Move your panties to the side," he breathes, his head lying back against the back of the couch, "it'll feel better without them. And you'll get to cum all over these pants you love so much. You'd love that, wouldn't you, baby?"
"Fuck," you breathe as you lift your hips just enough for Calum to move your panties aside for you, "yeah. Would love to cum on your cock but I'll settle for now."
"She can still talk," you hear from across the room, a groan leaving your lips as you recognize the voice as Ashton, "must not be doing something right."
"Fuck off," you grumble as you attempt to stop moving. Calum, however, won't let you. His hands grip your hips harder as he flexes his thigh and coaxes you to continue moving. "Cal," you whine against his skin, "the boys are back."
"Don't care," he hums as he begins to bounce his knee, "want to see you cum for me. Will you?"
You can hear Ashton, Luke, and Michael laughing across the room, making jokes and preparing for the show, but you can't focus on anything other than the feeling of Calum's thigh between your legs and his hands gripping your hips. "Fuck," you huff against his skin, "yeah. Please."
Calum hums his agreement as he helps you grind onto his thigh. You can feel the drag of the fabric against your clit, can feel the firmness of his thigh beneath you, can feel his blunt nails digging into your hips, and you can only focus on him as you feel yourself soaking the material of his pants.
Almost embarrassingly fast, you can feel yourself falling over the edge. Calum wants to say that he's surprised as he feels your fingers tangling in his hair and tugging, wants to say that he expected this to take much longer as he feels your teeth sink into his shoulder to keep from making noise, but he can't. He remembers the last time he wore these plaid pants, remembers you pulling him into a storage closet to blow him and how your hands never strayed far from his thighs, so it comes as no surprise that your orgasm hits you quickly.
And as you come down, Calum's hands move to your lower back to brush gentle patterns against your skin. He murmurs soothing words, tells you how much he loves seeing you fall apart for him, and it would've been the perfect moment.
Had it not been for Michael yelling, "Are you two finished? We have five minutes to figure out how to get cum stains out of Calum's pants before we have to go on stage."
Stay horny my kinky friends. Love ya. 💕
