It’s been confirmed that Kim Joon is struck by swine flu!

from allkpop

According to a representative from Planet 905, Kim Joon is now in hospital receiving treatment, which includes the taking of Tamiflu. His condition is currently stable although there’s considerable impact to Kim Joon’s upcoming broadcast schedule in Korea and overseas, including a 2D1N trip to the Philippines for a fanmeeting on the 30th.“

Let’s hope for his speedy recovery. be safe everyone!

credit allkpop

credit T-Max Thailand FC

‘Prince Song’ (aka. Kim Jun from T Max) has officially been proven to be an F4 member even out of the drama when the fans captured him helping around by doing what a “good” citizen should be doing.

If Kim Jun’s sweet image wasn’t displayed in Boys Over Flowers, the sports variety show ‘Invincible Baseball Team’ is keeping his image alive. He had already been known to always offer first to others and recently, the fans captured on camera when ’Prince Song’ was taking his time picking up the trash around the baseball field after the game took place.

If that wasn’t enough, when one fan dropped their pen, he kindly picked it up for them and when a little kid asked for a photo with him, he personally kneeled down next to the little kid, giving him the image of a “manner man.” The fans who were watching him as he performed these acts says that they were “touched and in awe” with Kim Jun. Some fans stated that these acts displayed by him, was even more important than hitting a homerun on the field.

Planet 905, Kim Jun’s company stated, “Kim Jun was just doing what he is supposed to be doing, and we were surprised when the fans poured out encouragements and compliments.” In addition, they stated, “even though he doesn’t excel in baseball, he will show himself continually changing for the better.”

credit K Bites

Tomorrow morning I’ll be accompanying Jun and his father to the Heart Center. Atonement.

‘meanwhile, B16 is keeping me confused by asking me to help deal with a family problem. ‘turns out that a cousin of theirs, “A,” is being intentionally_ psycho emotionally unstable. Wonderful. What should I be doing about this mess. What will I be doing interfering in the family affairs. (Wouldn’t you love to be a part of the family, yeah?  Haha. Tsk.)

فديو, فيديو كليب انا بيه ورومانسى من فلم, فيلم البيه الرومانسىافلام لك تحميل من

شاهد فديو, فيديو كليب انا بيه ورومانسى من فلم, فيلم البيه رومانسى – سعد الصغير 2009
تحمل وتنزيل فديو, فيديو كليب سعد الصغير من فلم, فيلم البيه رومانسى انا بيه ورومانسى

لمشاهدة وتحميل الفديو, فيديو كليب …

شاهد فديو, فيديو كليب اغنية سعد الصغير انا بيه ورومانسى من فلم, فيلم البيه رومانسى
يو, فيديو كليب سعد الصغير من فلم, فيلم البية الرومانسى – انا بيه ورومانسى

اضغط هنا لمشاهدة الكليب

|اغانى|فديو, فيديو كليب|مقطع|هدف|مسلسل|اعلان|فلم, فيلم|برنامج|حلقة|شاهد|مشاهدة|اون لاين|سرعة عالية |بدون
تحميل|اغانى|عربى|اجنبى|MP3, mp3, ام بي ثري|البوم|
2009|سينجل|نغمات|تنزيل|نزل|شعبي|راب|حمل|موسيقى|MP3, mp3, ام بي ثري

|افراح|فديو, فيديو كليب|راديو||اون لاين|بدون تحميل|مجانا|بدون اشتراك|2010

فديو, فيديو كليب انا بيه ورومانسى من فلم, فيلم البيه الرومانسىافلام لك تحميل من

شاهد فديو, فيديو كليب انا بيه ورومانسى من فلم, فيلم البيه رومانسى – سعد الصغير 2009
تحمل وتنزيل فديو, فيديو كليب سعد الصغير من فلم, فيلم البيه رومانسى انا بيه ورومانسى

لمشاهدة وتحميل الفديو, فيديو كليب …

شاهد فديو, فيديو كليب اغنية سعد الصغير انا بيه ورومانسى من فلم, فيلم البيه رومانسى
يو, فيديو كليب سعد الصغير من فلم, فيلم البية الرومانسى – انا بيه ورومانسى

اضغط هنا لمشاهدة الكليب

|اغانى|فديو, فيديو كليب|مقطع|هدف|مسلسل|اعلان|فلم, فيلم|برنامج|حلقة|شاهد|مشاهدة|اون لاين|سرعة عالية |بدون
تحميل|اغانى|عربى|اجنبى|MP3, mp3, ام بي ثري|البوم|
2009|سينجل|نغمات|تنزيل|نزل|شعبي|راب|حمل|موسيقى|MP3, mp3, ام بي ثري

|افراح|فديو, فيديو كليب|راديو||اون لاين|بدون تحميل|مجانا|بدون اشتراك|2010

Boy band T-MAX member Kim Joon will be featured on the cover of Japanese magazine “Brokore”, according to his agency on Friday.

The magazine, which delivers Korean entertainment news in Japan, asked Kim to model for the cover of its December issue, Planet 905 said in a statement.

The entire three-member band, including Shin Min-chul and Park Yoon-hwa, then took part in an interview where they revealed stories of the group who have lived together for four years and talked about their ideal type of woman.

T-MAX is well-known in Japan for their song “Paradise”, the soundtrack for hit TV series “Boys Over Flowers.” Kim also starred in the hit drama early this year alongside SS501 leader Kim Hyun-joong and actor Lee Min-ho.

T-MAX are set to perform at a Christmas concert for their Japanese fans on December 22 and 23 in Tokyo and Osaka, respectively.

credit asiae.co.kr

What doesn’t last is only an illusion, whether it’s by a trick of the light or by whatever’s fucked you up that’s conjuring them.

So I woke up this morning and it wasn’t there.

Meanwhile, I’m feeling that I just betrayed Jun.

Jun texted me this morning asking for help. His father was having chest pains since yesterday. He was asking if I could bring his father to the hospital. I couldn’t. I had work. I told him that I’d go to his father by lunchtime. I should have already finished most of my work by then.

At 10am, Jun told me that Sherwin had already gone and fetched his dad. And by lunchtime, Ethel had already gone and stayed with him.I told Jun that I’ll visit in the afternoon.

I didn’t. I had too much work. And, I thought, since he was already somewhat stable, the emergency wasn’t as urgent as it was before he was brought to the hospital. Besides, I finished my work at 6pm. I was reluctant to go there by evening and interrupt his father’s rest. Still, I had half a mind to go. I Did tell Jun that I’d go. (And Ethel mentioned that the father was half expecting me.)

I didn’t.

I didn’t go.

And yet when B16 asked me to stand by so that I can assist them in their family problems, I_ I stood by. I put off going to the hospital for tomorrow. I chose B16 over my best friend of 17 years. Tsk.

I’m sorry, Jun. I should have gone, even if I were to get there by 8pm. Tsk. I’m sorry. I’ll go check on him tomorrow, after my bidding for DENR.

موالى كل الجديد فى عالم النت

Filipino Kim Joon fan girls get ready because it’s been confirmed that he will be visiting Philippines! He will be arriving in Manila, Philippines on the 29th of November for the fan signing event!

I don’t know the complete details yet, so stay tuned for the updates.

T-Max invite fans to watch their upcoming

performance in Bangkok, Thailand.

credit T-Max Thailand + Shin Min Chul Thailand fan club

What: Central Let’s Celebrate 2010

When: December 3-4, 2009

Where: Central, Bangkok, Thailand

Time: 6 PM

Artistes: T-Max and Shinee

credits TheCentral News + T-Max Thailand

Title: Entertainment
Group/Pairing: Arashi/Ohmiyaraiba
Prompt: no. 045: Relax
Word Count: 4020
Rating: NC17
Summary: King Matsumoto needs to relax~
Disclaimer: Ohman Arashi’s not mine ;____;
Note:.
Heheh finally. FINALLY! I finished. I know it could be better, but I will work on that in my later fics *lazy*. Sorry for the smut~ And the story line lmao. I enjoyed writing this, and I’m sorry it took so long to come out with something new D: I’m back into my writing mind, so I think I’ll be posting again soon enough 8D

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King Matsumoto had been in a bad mood recently; had been for numerous weeks. He’d stalk his halls, grumbling with his hands gripping his black hair, pulling the thick strands taut against his scalp. What he would grumble about, well, no one could really tell, nor did they want to know. They kept their distance with the knowledge that if they were to disrupt King Matsumoto in any way, his wrath would be brought upon them twice as hard as it was when he wasn’t in such a bad mood. And even with that, King Matsumoto liked to point his sharp tipped sword at various servants, mind you, the ones he didn’t enjoy very much, and ended up brandishing it about their faces. Sparks would fly along with little, tiny drops of blood. But no matter how many times King Matsumoto screamed his anger at his inferiors, permanently scarring their otherwise unblemished faces, nothing seemed to calm him in the least.

            With his deep red and gold capes billowing around him, his hair straight, hands at his side for once, and his small, glinting gold crown perched neatly atop his head, King Matsumoto walked through his halls. There was a slight smirk on his face, his aura contempt and anxious. His favorite maid, or butler he liked to be called, considering he was a male, two most trusted servants, and his most alleged general were trailing behind him, shooting frightened glances between each other. What was their king’s purpose for calling them to his court? And furthermore, why had he come to get them himself? Unusually rare as it was, the four couldn’t help but feel an immense sinking feeling in their chests. The king that had been in such a bad mood, screaming and yelling and pointing in their faces with his sharpest sword, was now humming to himself giddily as though he were a young girl in love as he guided them to the great hall, where his throne lay. In no way could this gathering be of good fortune.

            The four, with shaking limbs and frantic, restless hearts, ambled into the great hall, stopping short as their king threw himself elegantly into his lavish throne. The general made a move to stand by his side, as he usually did, but was frozen in place by a sharp wave of the king’s many ringed fingers. “General Sakurai,” he said, voice hinted with an uncharacteristic bounce. The general gulped. “You go stand beside Aiba, Ninomiya, and Ohno, please.” With a slight bow and a mumble of hushed, praising words about his king, General Sakurai did as he was told. The maid, or rather butler, raised a hand to cover his blooming nervous smile and servant Ninomiya, Nino to be simpler, stifled his tiny and caustic chuckling sneer.

            “Ninomiya, do you wish to say something to my dear General Sakurai,” he paused, locking eyes with Nino then his dear General Sakurai. Nino held back another chuckle, the other servant, and his close friend, Ohno jabbing him sharply in the side. “Of whom I adore so much.” General Sakurai shifted uncomfortably, lowering his head in shame.

            “No, sire,” Nino said, his tongue dripping with well-known sarcasm. “I only wish to please you.” He pulled out his invisible skirts and curtsied deeply. Ahh, the joker of the lot. His sharp eyes and blade of a tongue were intriguing to the king. If Nino wasn’t so good about doing his task while entertaining the king at the same time, he would have slain him long ago. Nino’s sharp wit was the main reason why he wasn’t adorned with scars; he kept King Matsumoto’s senses aflame with needed lust to control.

            “Which you will do shortly.” The king smiled, a menacing thing, really, albeit the kind of pretty smile that wasn’t often looked upon then. Nino stood straight, ignoring Ohno’s exasperated sigh as he raised an inquisitive curved eyebrow. He knew better than to speak up again, until the king called upon his clever words.

            “Aiba,” King Matsumoto drawled, brushing his curving bangs from his face with an air of importance. The maid, sorry, butler, stood a bit taller, attempting to take his childish smile from his face. The king wished he wouldn’t try; it turned his adorable face into one of squints and scrunched features. Simply, it didn’t fit him. King Matsumoto enjoyed his smiles and his loving nature, it was why the man was his maid-butler, excuse me. “Would you excuse yourself from the room until I call you, please Aiba? And Ohno as well. Entertain yourselves for a few minutes, will you? Surely you’ll know when you’re again needed.”

            Nino smiled impishly at the general as Ohno left his side, Aiba soon following after. The butler pouted, frowning childishly at the general. Sakurai smiled gently, assuring him that everything would be ok; King Matsumoto liked them after all, right?

            “Right then,” the king said, causing Sakurai to jump nervously. Nino sidled over to him, allowing their arms to bump slightly, as though to offer some sort of comfort that wasn’t really there. He thought too much, that general, but in a very crafty way. His mind was calculative, the main factor he was such a good general in the first place; the poor man could not fight for his life, even if he was forced to.

            “Right then…” King Matsumoto repeated. Nino caught the shrill in his voice, hidden as it was behind layers of practiced cool and cold charm. What was this man planning for them?

            Frankly, King Matsumoto didn’t know where to begin, how to begin. He’d been so excited to have possibly finally found the perfect way to escape his tortured feeling as of recent that he’d forgotten to plan his plan out. And with his general, his oh so very smart general, as the main cast of that unplanned plan, there was no one to help him map out what should be done.

            So, tapping his lengthy fingers on one armrest while fingering his crown with the other hand, King Matsumoto studied his subjects. Fear literally radiated off of them, or at least off of his general. He almost felt the desire to pout, upset that the person he entrusted his entire army and practically kingdom to would be afraid of him, and that the prankster Ninomiya was not. Not that he really minded; that off-handed coolness of the man only proved that he didn’t really give a damn, and that would make trying to make him give a damn all that much more entertaining.

            “Sho,” he drawled, using the general’s first name. It had been on intent of surprising him, and of course it did. The general’s head shot up in sheer shock, back stiff and frozen like a fine-tipped sword. “Come here.” The few seconds before the man moved were almost enough to take the fun out of the moment and King Matsumoto didn’t really want that to happen. He nearly sighed as his general stepped tentatively towards him, until he was right before the gold clad throne.

            The king bent, allowing a playful smirk to grace his lips. “S-sire,” Sakurai murmured, his cheeks brightening with a hint of heat. King Matsumoto enjoyed this and he reached down a hand to cup his general’s chin.

            “You will do as I say, won’t you Sho?” The question was submissive, eliciting a confused glance from the general. “You’ll do as I say?” King Matsumoto asked again, widening his eyes.

            “Y… yes of course, sire,” Sakurai said with a deep bow. The king smirked happily, patting Sakurai’s cheek gently, allowing the rings to slap against the warm skin.

            “Good. Now…” he paused, thinking again. How exactly did he want to go about telling the poor general what he wanted him to do? He practically felt sorry for the man, knowing that he would be experiencing a painful amount of shame within the next few minutes, but that didn’t stop him from wanting to achieve his satisfaction. “Now you will go…” He licked his lips, glancing at Ninomiya who was watching them as if he was trying to hear what they were quietly discussing. The King chuckled. “You will go and take Ninomiya in front of me.”

            “Sire?” Sho squeaked, jerking his head up. “Sire, what?”

            “I said,” King Matsumoto growled, growing impatient, “That you will go take that bitch Ninomiya as yours in front of me.” He pushed general Sakurai away forcefully with a sneer. “You said you’d do as I said so go do it.” Making sure that his voice was deep, powerful, and menacing, he coupled the feelings in to his glare and Sakurai was stumbling away from him towards Nino in a daze.

            The king’s heart started to bubble with anticipation. Sakurai neared Ninomiya who smirked as he approached him. “The bastard of a king wants you to fuck me, doesn’t he,” He stated simply. Nino knew better than to take initiative so he waited until the general grimaced apologetically and pushed him back against the cold and hard wall before he reacted.

            Quite simple was it, really, to react to the general’s touches. Despite his reluctance to engage with a man, much less Nino, he was fairly good, with those soft and supple lips teasing Nino’s neck and calloused hands trailing in ghost-like tendrils over his enclothed thighs. “I don’t know what to do,” Sakurai whispered breathily. Of course it would be hard for a man to engage with another man, especially while there was yet another man watching and even more still two men waiting to join them, without knowing that they would be.

            Nino easily entangled his stubby fingers into the general’s thick, dark hair, flicking his eyes greedily towards the King who was watching them intently. This is what you want, asshole? He thought sadistically before bending his head to murmur, “Pretend I’m a fucking girl, Sakurai. After that it won’t be so hard.” Releasing Sakurai’s hair, Nino grabbed his head in both hands, dragging his head up so that their lips meshed messily against one another.

            Sakurai’s gasp was swallowed by Nino’s tongue circling his mouth. His fingers pressed lustily against his face and the general was afraid to move. Face scrunched, he tilted his head to the side, heart pounding insanely in his chest and brain telling him that this was everything but how things like this were supposed to be. But he had sworn to obey his king; and he would while attempting to enjoy this… this act he was performing at the same time.

            The king licked his lips, leaning on one hand to stare greedily at his two sloppy subjects. Sakurai had taken his damn sweet time to finally press close to Ninomiya, close enough to return the kiss that the man was giving him with the same intent of pleasing both himself and the king. King Matsumoto was rather enjoying this. His heart even jumped when he heard his general groan under something Ninomiya did with his tongue. Somehow the king knew that once he drew in the other servant and his butler, everything would get a lot more… interesting. Sakurai and Ninomiya could not alone undress themselves. That was the butler’s job, and the servant would most likely not hesitate to help.

            Nino pulled away from Sakurai, teasing the man’s swollen lips with his teeth. “That was hot,” he laughed, before plunging down to the man’s neck. He knew that the king would rather Sakurai be in control, but the man was always in control, of every little thing, so why shouldn’t Nino give him a break? “He wants you to call Aiba and Ohno,” he hissed, nipping at the general’s perspiring skin.

            “Aiba?” Sakurai managed to choke out, having easily lost himself in the desire for Nino to actually be a woman, not that him being a man was treating him so poorly. His body was hot and desperate, Nino’s soft, pink lips against his skin, teasing, his hot breath tickling, and his tongue flicking wetly, causing a deep shiver to arise in his spine.

            “Yes Aiba, Sho.” Nino was irritated. His hands slipped under the general’s clothes, caressing the hot and molded skin that lay beneath. “He’s getting impatient, I can feel it.” And he bit down hard just as Sakurai decided to call his friend’s name.

            “Ai-BA!” Sakurai shouted in a gasp. The doors flew open, revealing the butler with the other servant at his side. Worried frown souring his features, the butler jerked to a stop upon the scene of the king watching Nino suck heartily on his general’s neck. He didn’t bother to notice Ohno’s eyes light up in muted excitement, and the servant waited patiently as the butler regained his composure, uncomfortably taking the scene in. The king didn’t even glance towards the two newcomers, though he of course knew they’d come in. Ninomiya was smart and contained himself very well while Sakurai had been easily lost in whatever the servant was doing to him.

            In short time Nino shot a direct, daring pair of eyes towards his fellow servant. A smile twitched on Ohno’s lips and he took Aiba’s limp hand in his gently. “It’s our turn,” he whispered. “If we don’t go, King Matsumoto won’t be pleased,” he prodded upon Aiba’s slight hesitation. When he tugged, Aiba followed almost dejectedly, only to suddenly brighten at the general’s nearly limp frame.

            “I want the general,” he declared. Ohno had known this was going to happen, so he pushed the lanky butler forward, propelling the man’s long arms to lock around Sakurai as he stumbled into him.

            Sakurai jumped at the sudden pressure on him and attempted to turn his head to catch a glimpse of who, or what, it was, but Nino once again grabbed his face in his. He heard a whisper or breath in his ear and shivered. “Aiba will take care of you now, general.” There was a smirk against his earlobe and then teeth at it. Hips ground into his backside and he pushed into them while staying attached to Nino. His lips throbbed and his back started to ache at the uncomfortable position, but he couldn’t say he hated the situation he was in.

            The king shifted in his throne upon Ohno and Aiba’s entrance, thoroughly amused. Of course the butler would attack his general; he’d known that there was something beyond those playful and innocent eyes of his. But what would the sleepy servant do? He was thrilled to find out. Would he tie everything together or would he go for the fellow servant; King Matsumoto did not know, and he didn’t want to wait to find out. But he knew that if he interrupted them now, things would come to a stop and he really didn’t want to be brandishing his sword upon his lovely subjects, at least not while he was in this position.

            So he watched as patiently as he could as Ohno approached his general and whispered something in his ear. The kind frowned, unable to hear it.

            “We’ll help you loosen up, general.” Ohno whispered. Nino pulled away from the general with a sigh and pulled his fellow servant’s face over to him by his dark hair.

            “We’re helping the king loosen up, idiot.”

            “Huh… what?” Sakurai managed to gasp, tilting his head back against Aiba’s shoulders. The man hadn’t stopped moving yet and the general couldn’t get enough of the pressure at his back.

            Nino stared at Ohno for a minute, irritation flashing across his features, then he looked at the general and answered wryly, “The king is stressed. He thinks watching us have sex will relieve that stress of his. And since he’s our king, we need to do as he says.” He smirked and flicked his tongue against Ohno’s chin, dragging it up to his ear.

            “Doesn’t sound so bad,” Ohno mumbled under Nino’s assault. Nino snickered and flashed his tongue against the servant’s small, pink lips. Ohno snaked a slender hand around Nino’s neck, pulling him into a full blown kiss, in which the general watched with lidded eyes. Behind him he could hear the butler’s pants growing more frantic, and little pricks of his skin as Aiba started to nip the exposed flesh lightly.

            “You like that, general?” Aiba whispered lustily, causing Sakurai’s eyes to flutter shut involuntarily. He groaned quietly, moving his hips against the man behind him, relishing in the delicious friction against his back side.

            “Oh no no no,” Ohno crooned with wet lips, pulling away from Nino gently. “You have to watch.” He drew the general closer to him, Aiba following closely after, and started to literally single-handedly unbuckle his trousers. Immediately Sakurai’s eyes flew open to stare breathlessly down as the hand ridding him of his clothes, albeit it only partially.

            The king watched in awe as his two servants simultaneously plunged their hands into his general’s pants, Nino grinning, sadistically and slow, and Ohno with a calming, pleasant half smile. King Matsumoto leaned forward, intent on catching the slight groans slipping from the general’s lips as the two hands worked away at him under his pants and his close friend grinded against his back. He licked his lips, blinking once, ever so slowly. Sakurai’s eyes were plainly having a difficult time staying open, and the soft, or so it seemed soft, touch of the butler’s hand to his chin appeared to be what was keeping him slightly sane.

            The king’s hand unconsciously traveled to the aching bulge in his gold crested dress gowns, and he hissed as he touched himself, pulling back instantly. “Fuck,” he slurred, as if drunk. He clasped his hands in front of him anxious to see the rest of his naughty scheme play out, anticipation threatening to overflow.

            “A-ah…” Sakurai moaned, his eyes half-lidded and lips parted rather explicitly. Aiba touched a finger to his lips and drew it along the plushy buds, only to gently slide it against his tongue soon after, all the while whispering obscene words into the man’s neck. The general’s legs shook with efforts to stand and in the back of his head, somewhere very far away, he wondered how he was still standing as little pangs of pleasure grew larger and larger with each thrust of the hands in his pants and grind against his back side. His pants had now slipped to his ankles, leaving his trembling legs free to the chill of the room, making them even more helplessly unsteady. “I-I,” he stuttered, jutting his hips painfully back against Aiba.

            “Oh?” Aiba asked, pulling away. Sakurai’s hips thrust back and he whined at the loss. “Guys, I think he’s almost at his limits.” Slowly he started rubbing at the erecting in his own pants, desperate for some friction, even if it was only his own.

Ohno’s eyes caught on it surely and he smiled sincerely, withdrawing his hand from Sakurai’s briefs. He turned to Nino who raised an eyebrow suggestively, backing away from the trembling and desperate general. Ohno leaned innocently closer to Sakurai and whispered, “Push him against the wall.”

            Sakurai’s eyes widened and he glanced to the butler, who was now fervently rubbing the palm of his hand against his clothed cock. The general stared for a few seconds, taking in the pleased face to find that that was who he wanted. Swiftly, swifter than anyone would have guessed of the unathletic general, Sakurai had pushed Aiba front first against the wall and rid himself of the material on his lower half.

            The butler squeaked as his palms smacked the cold solid wall and he rested his head against is as Sakurai deftly removed his trousers. Ohno snuck in between Aiba and the wall, capturing the man’s lips as Sakurai slowly pushed one finger into Aiba’s entrance, then another. He scissored his fingers, stretching the tight heat, preparing the butler as well as he could before he anxiously removed his fingers to replace them with his throbbing cock.

            Aiba’s yelp of shock and pain was swallowed by Ohno’s lips on his and crafty hands working away at a calming pace at his cock. “Sorry, Aiba, sorry,” Sakurai moaned monotonously as he pushed farther into the man in front of him. Tears sprung to Aiba’s eyes and the general embedded himself fully into the slightly taller man, pausing for a second to collect himself.

           Nino leaned against the wall, flicking his eyes back and forth between the king and the three men beside him. The king looked like he was having trouble breathing and Nino chuckled hoarsely, restraining himself from doing anything more. He didn’t know whether he should jump in or not… not that anyone was giving him the opportunity. Especially not now because Ohno was entertaining Aiba with his hand and his lips… Nino felt sorely left out, but figured he’d get his chance later in the game… much later.

            Both he and the king jumped, startled as a strangled moan escaped Aiba’s lips and Nino’s head swiveled to the side, watching as Sakurai pulled out, only to slam harshly back into the butler, who was now sobbing. “Oh god, Aiba,” Sakurai groaned roughly, picking up his pace. He gripped the man’s pale hips, digging his fingers into the sensitive skin for support. Aiba pulled his mouth from Ohno’s resting his head on his shoulder now, biting his swollen lips. Ohno’s hand worked meticulously at his cock coupling with Sakurai’s constant attack at just that right spot causing bright white stars to flitter at the edges of his streaming eyes.

            The butler’s stomach tightened, then spazmed slightly, but he wasn’t ready to let loose just yet. Mustering all his strength, he lifted a shaking hand to dive into the depths of Ohno’s pants, taking his aching and weeping cock in hand. Ohno’s abdomen twitched at the touch, and he sped his pace at Aiba, who started moving to match it, flicking a finger over the slit every now and then to elicit a garbled moan of pleasure from Ohno’s lips.

            With Ohno’s increased pace and flicks of the wrist, Aiba’s stomach clenched pleasantly, almost painfully and he scrunched his eyes shut, riding out his orgasm while cumming into Ohno’s still moving hand. This clench of the hot and now slicked walls sent Sho over the edge, who spilled into Aiba with a dragged out groan of white hot pleasure. Sakurai pulled out, sinking to the floor with a tired and pleased sigh.

            Aiba knelt on pure will, despite how tired he was and how much he wanted to lie beside Sakurai, he knew Ohno needed a release. He dragged down Ohno’s pants and took his angled cock into his mouth. Ohno’s hands immediately went for Aiba’s light hair, entangling his long digits in the thick strands. “A-Aiba ohh…” He moaned, thrusting into the wetness. Aiba pulled back to the head, then bit by bit took the whole cock into his mouth. He hollowed his cheeks, dragged his tongue over the underside of the hard member and hummed gutturally, bringing the man over the edge.

            Swallowing hastily, Aiba wiped his lips and promptly fell back against Sho’s heaving chest. “Exausted,” he muttered, his whole body shuddering pleasantly with the aftermath of release. Ohno slipped down the wall beside them while Nino and the king watched on, breathless and desperate for a hand other than their own.

            King Matsumoto slid shakily from his throne, walking over to Nino with a determination that only the trickster seemed to notice, as the others were all in a tired heap of limbs. “You… come with me,” he rasped in a low voice, and Nino smirked. He pocketed his fists, following leisurely after the king, just to annoy him.

            “Did you enjoy that, sire?” Nino hummed, masking his voice perfectly despite the lump of pure want in his throat.

            The king sneered, impatient. “I will only relax when I have you begging underneath me, Ninomiya,” he growled.

            “As you wish, your majesty,” Nino quipped, laughing silently.

It’s the 888th day since T-Max released their first single

and they celebrated it! Congratulations T-Max!

Thank you Sarah!

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T-Max finally launched their official website check it out

http://www.planet905-tmax.com/

let’s show them some love

Heads up T-Max Thai fans! T-Max are going to be in Thailand on December 4, 2009 for the Central Let’s Celebrate 2010! I’ll keep you guys posted about the details of the event.

for complete article visit T-Max Thailand

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I’m quoting  jb of dramabeans for this article

The photos show Kim Joon wearing the national team uniform, which he received on the November 14 broadcast. A representative from his management company, Planet 905, said on the 16th, “When Kim Joon is with the other members at the baseball field, he shows his informal, easygoing side and is the type to show affection with his hyungs. He is gradually falling in love with baseball and wants to keep these photos as a memory of his friendship with the other team members.”

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more pics at T-Max Forum

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credits yesmagazine.com.hk + T-Max!TWFC