Page 124 of K-Pop Double Life

I kicked off my shoes and socks, dropped my trousers and my boxer briefs. I spread my arms and gave a little stage bow. Jin applauded.

I turned my back to him and walked to where I had left my suitcase, deliberately teasing him with my tight, hairless ass. I wondered what it would feel like to have his penis inside me.

I rooted around in my case and pulled out a wrinkled paper bag with Dutch writing on it. I brought it over to him and sat beside him on his bed.

“This feels very erotic to have you next to me while I am fully clothed,” he said.

“Now you understand why King Gongmin surrounded himself with handsome young men.”

Jin laughed. “I knew there was a reason he was your favorite king.”

The bag held condoms, lubricant, and a long, slim dildo.

He took that from me. “You want this?” he asked.

I ducked my head and blushed. “Maybe to get started,” I said. “You are bigger than I am, and I have never had anyone back there.”

My penis was already hard as I stood again. “Let me get you ready.”

I took his hands in mine and lifted him up from the bed. Then I began undressing him, as I had so many times after shows. But this time there was something more in the air between us, as if both our bodies resonated with what we were going to do.

When he was naked, I looked at his penis, so strong and sexy. “Do we need the condoms I bought?”

“I have only ever been with you,” he said. “Are you the same?”

I nodded. I squeezed some lube on his penis and rubbed it. “Not too much or I will be finished before we get started,” he said.

I laughed and squeezed some more on the dildo, and set it on its base beside the bed. My last squeeze of the lube was into his hand. Then I climbed onto the bed on my hands and knees. “Now you prepare me,” I said.

Neither of us knew exactly what we were doing, but we knew each other. He listened to my breathing, slowing whenever I tensed and moving again when I pushed back for more.

Even so, I was worried about having him inside me. I had seen his penis when it was hard, and he was wider and longer than any dildo I had played with.

He ducked his finger into my hole, coating the edges with the lubricant. I hummed and pushed back at him.

“The dildo now?” he asked.

“Yes, please.”

He grabbed it and did the same kind of circling he had done with his finger, nosing the dildo closer and closer in. When he pushed forward lightly, I tensed. I was so worried that I would not be able to give this to him.

Eventually, he had most of the dildo inside me, pushing and rotating and opening me up. “Now, maybe,” I panted, looking over his shoulder at him.

He didn’t need more of an invitation than that. He lubed up his penis again and slowly pushed forward. I resisted for a moment or two and I worried the pain would be too much, but then I was able to open up and pushed back against him. He went farther inside me.

Then it was just a matter of rhythm, and after years of dance and movement I felt Jin let his body take over. I had watched him on stage so many times, and now I was so happy to be able to do this dance together with him.

Pleasure flooded through my body, gathering until I could barely distinguish one sensation from another.

I couldn’t help myself as I opened more and more for him and panted my approval. Then I felt my body stiffen, and realized I was ejaculating without my hand ever touching myself. Then I must have transferred that emotion to him, and he spurted into me.

He pulled out of me and flopped on the bed. Then I collapsed next to him. “That was,” I said, and I yawned.

He laughed and yawned too, and we cuddled together and let sleep overtake us.

“What do we do now?” I asked, when I woke up from my nap to find Jin up on one elbow staring down at me.

“Now? We rest. We heal.”