Dirty Imagines

I sit in the studio behind the glass watching them put some finishing touches on a recording. I love to watch him play. Actually, its quite the turn on. The muscles in his arms flex with every stroke, his face in concentration and he beats out the rhythm, keeping time. His hair as it shakes and bounces to all the movement he puts into what he does. He's dripping with sweat at the end, he's put so much into it. He stays on the stool behind his drum set, his hands and mind going over a certain piece he's trying to perfect. I go to him and stand behind him, his body shines as the lights reflect off of him.
I wrap my arms around him from behind, careful not to interrupt or make him loose his train of thought. He stops and turns his head to kiss my cheek, then continues. I can tell he worked through it and it now just messing around. I walk around and sit on his lap, straddling him. Hes having to hold me close with one hand to keep me from falling, my legs wrapped around him, helping.
He lays the sticks on the drum, freeing up the other hand and pulls me closer into a kiss. My fingers weave their way into his curls, some damp with sweat. He pulls me more onto him and I feel his erection growing under me, a smile on his lips as he kisses me.
He helps me stand up and he drops his pants and boxers to the floor as I remove my shorts and panties. He takes a seat back on the stool and helps me onto him. I slide down his cock and breathe in deeply at his length filling me up. He moans signaling how good it feels. The stool is small so there cant be a lot of movement. He lowers it some so my feet are reaching the ground giving us some leeway for movement.
I slowly grind on him as I pull him closer to me, my mouth resting at his neck. His hands rest on my hips guiding my movement. He's breathing heavily into my shoulder and it catches as I start to move faster. He cant push up to me so I have full control over this encounter. I push myself onto him more, causing him to groan and his hands squeeze my hips, he wont last much longer. I lean up and go to kiss him, his tongue finds mine and he sucks on it as I come. I feel my juices drip out and he comes shortly after biting my lower lip.
His hands help me get off as soon as our heated moment has played itself out.
We get out clothes back on and a slight smirk is on his face.
"Did you press the record button?"
I stand shocked because I didn't. I turn and see the red light on. "Fuck" is all I can say. Someone saw what went down and recorded it. He pulls me close as we laugh it off.

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