“I want you to say it,” Myungdae demanded. His hand fell onto Taewoon’s chin and he felt it tilting until he was staring into those mesmerizing eyes of Yongsun’s.
‘No, not Yongsun, Myungdae. He is Myungdae, focus Dae, be professional. Say your lines.’
“Say what?” Taewoon asked.
Yongsun’s eyes raked across his body, and Dae shivered.
“Say it.” Myungdae hissed, his eyes ravished across his face until they fell on Dae’s lips and didn’t leave them.
Dae gulped. ‘How the hell am I supposed to say Taewoon’s lines with you staring at me like that?’ He thought.
“Say those words aloud… I could never.” He whispered, he blinked as he realized he said those words aloud.
“Shit, sorry.” He apologized.
Yongsun let go of his chin. The shot was a complete failure both of them knew it.
“Cut.” The director yelled, he got up from his chair and stomped over. His face frumpled with exasperation.
Everyone relaxed, the set, which had been quiet before, hummed to life and Yongsun’s team came forward to immediately primp and freshen up his hair and makeup as he stayed on the set.
“Dae, you are supposed to say those words. It’s the only direction we have given you for Taewoon’s character. He has to say those words. Everything else that happens in the scene is under your direction, your acting, and how you feel in the moment. You have to say the lines because I am not allowed to direct you in any fashion during the scene. The writer was adamant about it being this way. That’s why Yongsun hasn’t seen your script and you haven’t seen his. Your lines are a secret because we want your genuine reactions. This is a bedroom scene. But you guys have had great chemistry so far through all the episode shootings, the workshops, everything. So I have faith you can do it. I have seen you act in the other four episodes. You got this Dae you just need to believe in yourself.” The Director Minkyung patted him on the shoulder.
“Fighting.” He said, giving him a little cheer, then he turned and looked at Yongsun.
“You are the more experienced actor. You have done this all before it is up to you to help him through his nerves. There are two people in this scene, yeah?”
Yongsun nodded. “Yes, sir.”
Minkyung walked back to his chair and sat down. “Talk amongst yourselves for a few minutes so they can rehearse, we will go over the last scene B roll.” Director Minkyung announced to the room. Everyone busied themselves and Director Minkyung looked at his screen while six people hovered around him, whispering and pointing at it.
Dae cleared his throat.
“Uh… Sorry, I froze up,” he said.
Yongsun smiled softly. “It’s okay. We all get nervous sometimes. Heck, even I still get nervous over the bedroom scenes. And it’s in our contract that they will be doing full backside nudity and cutting where they need to. It’s hard acting in a room of strangers, let alone taking your clothes off in front of them. So I get it.”
Dae nodded.
“If it helps any, I like to pretend I am one of my favorite places on earth, I am surrounded by people in that place. Strangers, but it doesn’t scare me because I am alone with my thoughts, I have come to see what I came to see, and it’s just me and that thing. That special thing, that special someone. I picture that while the set is chaotic, my mind isn’t going to be. If you wanted to, you could try that.” Yongsun said.
Dae nodded again.
“And if that fails?” Dae asked, biting the left side of his bottom lip before the slippery plump flesh escaped from his teeth.
“Hmmm,” Yongsun placed his hand on his mouth, covering up his luscious and full bottom lip, and his thin top one partially with his index finger. Dae stared at it, mesmerized.
“I suppose if it fails, then you can always just look at me, and as long as you are looking my way, I will always look out for you. The director did say we were hired for our chemistry, right? So if you feel too nervous to do anything, then let me fill in the gaps.”
Dae’s heart fluttered in his chest and his pants tightened a little as his cock woke up a little.
“I have more experience, after all.”
Dae gulped, his mouth salivating at the thought, and he swallowed hard.
“Good, okay, let’s try again!” Director Minkyung said.
‘Damn it, more experience, where are you looking when you say those words Yongsun?’ He thought.
“Positions everyone!”
Yongsun stepped forward and immediately wrapped his arm around the base of Dae’s back, resting right above his butt where his tattoo was.
His other hand came up and pressed into Dae’s face, ready to tilt his chin again. That was the only direction the script had in it.
Myungdae tilts Taewoon’s chin upwards and speaks his lines.
Taewoon responds.
Dae licked his lips, already feeling nervous.
“Hey, just look at me, remember…” Yongsun said, he gave him a soft reassuring smile, and it made his entire face warm with a soft gentle inner glow.
‘He is so kind.’ Dae thought, his heartbeat quickened.
“Roll thirty-six, Scene one hundred and sixty-two, take 2.” the AC yelled.
“Action!” The director yelled.
It was like Yongsun turned on a switch and the kind older actor disappeared into Myungdae, the aloof cocky expression on his face that of only one man and one man alone. Choi Myungdae. Myungdae tilted his chin upwards until Taewoon had no choice but to gaze into his eyes.
“You came into my bedroom so late at night, and you mean to tell me you didn’t mean it,” Myungdae said.
Dae shook his head. No, Taewoon shook his head. “I got lost.” He said his line.
“You were lost?” He asked. He let out a warm, dangerous chuckle.
“You watched me walk into here twenty minutes ago, you heard the shower start, I am in my robe,” Myungdae said. His face split with a cocky determination.
He reached down and for a second he felt disappointment that Myungdae’s finger had left his chin, but his hand plucked Taewoon’s wrist and brought it up to his lips as if it were nothing. Before he could truly miss Myungdae’s touch.
“Shall I teach you a lesson?” Myungdae asked. His lips pressed against the inside of Taewoon’s wrist.
Taewoon knew Myungdae could feel his heartbeat through that kiss, but he didn’t pull his lips away, instead once he finished the kiss, he trailed his lips higher up his arm until he pulled away near his elbow and came up close so his lips were centimeters from Taewoon’s.
“I’m playing dumb, if you are lost, then so am I,” Myungdae whispered, and before Tae could answer, his lips were being crushed by Myungdae’s more powerful ones.
His mouth opened and let Myungdae in to explore. Myungdae took control, and their tongues battled each other rather than danced. It was intense; it was fervent. It was exactly what had made him lose his mind last time and not have the guts to say his line. Because of the kiss, as his lips worked back and forth trying to match Yongsun’s greedy pace, his mind and body unraveled, and he got lost in it. Lost in the feeling that the person kissing him was Yongsun and not Myungdae.
The kiss broke and sure enough, when he was staring into Myungdae’s face, all he could see was Yongsun again.
And his heart fluttered wildly, even more wildly than when he was in Myungdae’s arms.
He hesitated.
He knew Yongsun was still in character; he knew it well, and he knew it was his job to stay in character too. But in the back of his mind, a small little voice screamed out that he was making out with his idol, his hero. And that the next thing he said and did, he would never be able to come back from it.
“Say it.”
“Say what?” Dae whispered, feeling like he was slipping away from his character.
“I want you to say it,” Myungdae demanded, his eyes raking across his body, pulling him back into the scene.
“Say what?” Taewoon shuddered.
“Say what you came in here to say. Don’t pretend like you didn’t come in here for something. We both know you walked into this room with an agenda. Now I demand to know what it is. Did my sister send you in here to look for something? Do you need access to my room? My clothes?” He hissed, he brought his face lower, gliding his nose across his neck. Taewoon shivered as his breath tickled down all the sensitive areas on his neck.
Taewoon pulled himself together, but just barely, and he shoved Myungdae away as hard as he could.
Myungdae didn’t resist and let him go.
He stumbled back a step.
“No.” He snapped, his chest heaving for breath. He took a moment to catch it.
He ran his hands through his hair, shoving his longer hair behind his ear as he took in deep breaths.
“No, I didn’t come here because I was told to. I didn’t come here… for. I came for…”
Myungdae’s patience was wearing thin, he could tell.
“Say it,” Myungdae demanded. His voice never raised, but the commandeering edge to it was sharp enough to slice contents apart.
Taewoon pulled a leg onto the bed, gingerly one at a time, taking every bit of courage he had to place himself up there. And when he did, he let the large v-necked over sized sweater he was wearing fall off his shoulder, exposing the entire right clavicle and more. He wasn’t wearing anything but boxer briefs below, and the sweater was long enough to cover his entire buttocks. And yet the V cut was so low that a simple roll of the shoulder and it could be off him in mere moments.
Taewoon looked down at him from under his lashes.
Myungdae stepped forward, his eyes on fire, the vein in his throat pulsating. And his robe standing forward in a most dangerous and alluring way.
His eyes fluttered.
‘God, he is sexy.’
He looked up and met Myungdae’s eyes.
“I want you to fuck my brains out.” He said.
Dae froze as he realized he had spoken his mind instead of saying his line.
Myungdae froze, but then his face split into an evil grin.
“You asked me to, you can’t back out now.” He said.
“I can’t back out now.” Dae agreed.
Myungdae fell atop him, kissing him wildly wherever he could land kisses as he thrust against his pelvis, his robbed doing nothing to hide the feeling of his rather large cock grinding into him repeatedly.
Dae moaned and threw his arms around Yongsun’s neck, as he suckled on his neck before his wet lips traversed lower, biting and nipping at his clavicle, then detouring down until it found his nipple. he blew on it, teasing the little pinkish-brown nub, before he bent down and took it in his teeth. He rolled his tongue around it and Dae’s head shot back; he let out a loud moan. His hands needed something to do, he ran his hands through Yongsun’s hair, pulling at the base of it until Yongsun had to pull away from his nipple.
“Wait, wait,”
“No, no stopping.” He growled, his voice thick with desire.
“Condom, condom.” He whispered around little shuddering ripples of ecstasy.
The robe slipped down off Yongsun’s shoulders as Dae reached up and helped it along, exposing his well-toned upper body, and his abs, and the robe hitched on something large standing straight up. Yongsun closed his eyes, as Dae’s hands traveled across his broad chest and front of his body, exploring it with greedy hands.
‘I want him inside me. I want him so badly.’ he thought.
He undid the belt and reached a hand under the robe and placed it on Yongsan’s cock. Yongsun’s head snapped to attention, his eyes flashing open and going wild almost panicked. And Dae realized what he had done. Luckily, the angle wasn’t in the shot as they had turned the camera ready to catch the back shot of Yongsun naked like he had been contracted to do. Dae was acutely aware of the entire room suddenly. But slowly, as inconspicuously as possible, he removed his hand from the front of the robe and made it look as if he had been grabbing for the belt string. As he grabbed hold of it, he pulled and the robe fell completely down, exposing Yongsun entirely. There in front of him was Yongsun’s cock… in a sock. For a second, his brain was confused as to why that was in the way. But he came to rather quickly.
Yongsun leaned forward and pretended to put a condom on and then placed his cock in between his thighs, where he was supposed to go.
The director shot at angles so that they wouldn’t be able to be actually seen with what they were doing down there, but Yongsun began fake thrusting. He dropped his head next to Dae’s.
“I’m going to fuck your brains out after this, just like you want me to. Dae.” Dae moaned, as his hands ravished his body under the sweater, and Yongsun leaned into his neck and began kissing and sucking at it, while thrusting. He was supposed to thrust into nothing, but Yongsun had lined himself up so that every single thrust was slipping right under his butt on the bed.
“Tae, baby.” Yongsun gasped, and then fake climaxed. Yongsun fell on his lips, kissing him quickly, fluttery sweet kisses as he grunted with effort.
His face was a little red and his brow was matted with a light covering of sweat particles.
“Cut! That’s a wrap for the day everybody, great job!” Director Minkyung called.
The few personnel that had stayed in the room clapped lightly.
“Come to my dressing room, Dae?” Yongsun patted his hair while whispering in his ear.
Dae shuddered with delight at the sound of Yongsun’s voice whispering his name.
“Yes,” he instinctively agreed.
Yongsun’s group of people came up to him and began wrapping him in robes, wiping his sweat, and putting clips in his hair to make the Myungdae loop not fall out.
Dae’s much smaller team of two came forward. His makeup artist, Bonghee, handed him a towel to wipe his sweat, while his manager, Duckyong, smiled at him knowingly. Eunhae, his wardrobe stylist, had to leave an hour ago, so there were luckily not three people crowding him. He fully expected them to be bursting with thoughts and questions. That had been his first sex scene.
“You know I think I forgot something at the office, and I need you to come and go over the plan for tomorrow’s shooting, we are doing six different scenes in that one location so there is so much to do for his makeup and hair,” Duckyong said.
“But he hasn’t even been properly taken out of makeup and hair yet?” Bonghee said, confused.
Bonghee was a notorious yapper and once he got back to the room with her after she witnessed that, he knew she probably wouldn’t stop asking questions back to Seoul, which was two hours away. Not to mention he wouldn’t be able to answer any of those questions. From the way she was looking at him, he already knew how badly he did not want to answer those questions when he didn’t know the answer himself.
“It’s fine,” Duckyong said, placing his hands on her shoulders and turning her away from Dae.
“Mrs.Lee, do you think you guys can see Dae home for us, we had an urgent matter come up,” Duckyong asked. giving her the deepest bow of respect he could muster with his adorable, chubby belly.
“Urgent matter?” Dae said.
Duckyong winked.
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