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Re: sungjong/reply 1997: joonhee - immediacy; nc-17 (3/4)

[anonymous]

“Yeah?” Sungjong says. That smile is back again. His hand moves up to flick open the button of Joonhee’s pants, and Joonhee tries not to squirm in his seat. “Tell me,” Sungjong prompts. He sounds as cool and aloof as ever, and it makes Joonhee gasp and press his hips forward towards him. Sungjong’s hand hovers over the zipper before he undoes it agonizingly slowly, letting each of the teeth drag before he reaches to pull Joonhee’s cock free from his underwear.

“I was thinking about how-” Joonhee inhales sharp through his teeth, and Sungjong smirks, jerking him hard and relentless. His thumb slides over the head on each upstroke. Joonhee catches the flash of Sungjong’s white teeth before he tilts his head so that his bangs fall into his eyes. “-h-how badly I wanted you there, and how I wanted to take you to the bathroom and-oh,” he gasps. He stops, flustered, focusing in on the line of Sungjong’s cock pressing against the zipper of his pants. He wants to feel him slide over his tongue.

“Keep going,” Sungjong says. His breath is close and hot against Joonhee’s mouth and almost more than he can take. “The bathroom?”

“I-I wanted to take you there and get on my knees for you right-right there in one of the stalls. H-have you in my mouth, and make you come j-just like that.”

“Yeah?” Sungjong says. He runs his thumbnail over the slit, just barely, and Joonhee arches into the sensation, reaching for something to hold on to. He can’t keep track of his hands.

“I w-wanted to bring you back outside and have them wonder why my hair was so-so messy-and-and why you looked so flushed, like you-oh-like you had j-just-” He comes all over Sungjong’s hand before he can get the rest of the words out, gasping through the humid air now filling up the car. He closes his eyes against the flood of shame rushing into his cheeks. He can hear Sungjong rustling in the glove box for tissues, but he doesn’t move.

“Like my boyfriend just sucked me off in the middle of a bathroom?” Sungjong prompts, after a long moment.

“Y-yeah,” Joonhee says, still breathless. When he finally looks, Sungjong’s eyes are glassy with arousal, bright and almost swallowed in black. “Then they’d-they’d… you know.” He raises his forearm up to cover his eyes, torn between laughter in the receding glow of his orgasm and the way he can feel his eyes growing hot.

“Hey,” Sungjong says, reaching over to pull Joonhee’s arm away from his face. His hand rests against Joonhee’s forehead for a moment before he lifts it away. “Take this off, you’ll burn up.”

He nudges at Joonhee’s shoulder, and Joonhee leans forward to let him pull the jacket off and throw it behind them, shivering once the air hits the damp of his shirt. Sungjong runs his hand up through Joonhee’s hair, surprisingly gentle. Joonhee has to bite back a snort at the way Sungjong’s nose scrunches up at the feeling of the sweat and product still caught there before he levels it back. He presses a soft kiss to Joonhee’s mouth, letting his hand linger.

“Thank you,” Joonhee says.

“Mmm,” Sungjong hums.

“Can I still-?” Joonhee asks, glancing down at Sungjong’s cock still tenting up the front of his pants. He licks his lips, thinking of the way it’ll swell into heavy fullness on his tongue. He could imagine himself back into the bathroom of the bar, if he tried hard enough.