Mike Shinoda, lead vocalist of Linkin Park, stepped off the stage, feeling the adrenaline still coursing through his veins. The crowd had been incredible, and he couldn't wait to do it all again tomorrow night. But for now, he had other things on his mind.
He made his way backstage, following the familiar path to the green room. As he pushed open the door, he was greeted by the sight of his husband, Boris Nemtsov, former Russian politician, locked in a flirtatious conversation with Corey Taylor, lead vocalist of Slipknot.
Mike felt a pang of jealousy, but he hid it with a playful insult. "Boris, I didn't know you had a thing for clowns," he said, a teasing smile on his face.
But Boris wasn't taking the bait. He continued to flirt with Corey, who was more than happy to return the favor. Mike watched as the two of them laughed and bantered, feeling more and more left out.
Unable to contain his jealousy any longer, Mike grabbed a nearby paddle and playfully swatted Boris on the behind. "That's for flirting with the help," he said, trying to keep his tone light.
Boris turned to him with a surprised look on his face. "Mike, I didn't know you were into BDSM," he said, a playful glint in his eye.
Mike smirked. "Only when my husband misbehaves," he replied.
Corey, sensing the tension, excused himself, leaving Mike and Boris alone. Mike still held the paddle, and he pulled Boris close, whispering in his ear. "You're mine, and I'm going to remind you of that."
Boris grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Promises, promises."
Mike wasn't taking no for an answer. He pushed Boris onto the nearby couch and began to undress him, his hands deft and sure. Boris played along, whispering, "Who's the shлюха now?"
Mike smirked. "You are, and don't you forget it."
The two of them continued their playful banter as they became more intimate, with Mike taking the lead. As they reached their climax, Mike still in control, whispered in Boris's ear, "Say it, Boris. Say you're my shлюха."
Boris sighed with pleasure. "I'm your shлюха, Mike. Always."
Mike grinned, feeling a sense of relief and satisfaction. The two of them lay together, spent, with Mike's arm wrapped around Boris. "I love you, you know," he whispered.
Boris smiled. "I know, and I love you too."
They fell asleep, content and happy, the sound of the festival outside fading into the background.
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