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It’s shy and tentative how they move around each other. Seungcheol pretends to be busy on his phone but realistically he’s scrolling mindlessly through instagram since he’s much too aware of how close Jihoon’s hand is and how much he wants to hold them and see how small they are around his and what the fuck- that’s really fucking gay.
He can hear the shallow breaths of Jihoon and he can tell that Jihoon desperately wants to say something because he keeps looking over at Seungcheol like Seungcheol doesn’t even notice but he really fucking notices.
He notices everything.
It’s absurd how they find themselves in such an incredibly weird situation and Seungcheol still finds a way to think with his dick.
But Seungcheol is pretty sure that his dick wouldn’t have noticed that Lee Jihoon has a little mole under one of his eyes or that there’s one at the back of his neck and if he stares long enough he can see two little freckles on his chin.
It’s really fucking gay.
“Hey.” Jihoon finally says, breaking the silence and Seungcheol immediately snaps his attention to the other man. “Um…” He’s hesitating and his eyes focus far too much on Seungcheol’s lips and Jihoon licks his own and Seungcheol has to restrain himself from going too far. “Is it okay if we leave one of the small lights on?” He asks in a small voice.
Oh my god. How is this possible? How is it possible that Seungcheol is roomed with one of the smallest angry but completely unwillingly adorable people the airline could have found?
“Yeah sure.” Seungcheol smiles and they lock eyes for a second too long.
“I’m sorry, by the way.” Jihoon blurts out just before Seungcheol turns back to his phone. “For being so rude.” He explains. “I was really upset about missing my flight.”
“Oh yeah, no, I totally get it.” Seungcheol reassures him. “I was just as frustrated as you.”
“Still.” Jihoon shakes his head. “I don’t want you to think I’m a complete dick to people.”
“Does it matter what I think?” Seungcheol says humorously. “We’ve only just met each other after all.”
There’s a silence and Jihoon is suddenly much closer to Seungcheol than he had realised and Seungcheol only needs to nudge his head a bit forward until they kiss.
Every cell in Seungcheol’s body is screaming.
Usually when Seungcheol kisses strangers, it’s hard and passionate and there’s always too much tongue or too much teeth and it’s uncomfortable and sweaty around them because he’s far too intoxicated to even function properly.
Now he’s far too sober to even process what was happening.
Jihoon is nervous and his lips move slowly against Seungcheol. Seungcheol parts his lips to let Jihoon explore a bit more but even then, there’d be a tiny kitten-like lick and Seungcheol would be leaning in for more .
He needs more .
“Is this okay?” Jihoon mumbles between kisses.
“Definitely.” Seungcheol whispers and he captures Jihoon’s lips more confidently and his jaw is caressed by Jihoon’s fingers and his own hand comes up to intertwine with Jihoon’s and it’s far too intimate for two strangers.
Seungcheol doesn’t mind that it’s Jihoon that pushes him down onto the bed and he definitely doesn’t mind how Jihoon presses up against him in a way that makes Seungcheol pant eagerly into his mouth and arch his hips up.
“Is this happening?” Seungcheol asks and Jihoon immediately leans away and sits back on Seungcheol’s hips while he lays on the bed.
“You don’t want it to?” Jihoon says panicked.
“No!” Seungcheol yelps, much too quickly. “I just want to make sure you want to.”
Jihoon quirks up an eyebrow and looks down between the two of them and how their groins are pressed together and how Jihoon has a very obvious tent in his shorts that matches up to Seungcheol’s own arousal.
“I think I do.” Jihoon snarks. “Don’t you?”
“Yea-ah!”
Jihoon places a hand on his clothed cock and Seungcheol is needy because sue him, it’s been a while since he’s had a good self-care session where he’s jerked off to (really kinky) porn and released his stress.
So naturally, it’s not his fault that he’s sensitive.
“Sensitive?” Jihoon massages the tent with a smirk that reminds Seungcheol of when he first saw Jihoon. He likes that Jihoon.
Seungcheol presses his lips together and squeezes his eyes shut when Jihoon gives him a particularly hard squeeze. “Yeah.” He gasps.
He looks up at Jihoon and how he rolls his hips against Seungcheol’s and suddenly he’s off his lap and Seungcheol whines at the loss of contact.
“Don’t cry.” Jihoon teases. “I’m just getting the lube.”
“You brought lube?” Seungcheol props himself on his elbows, watching Jihoon frantically look for the item. “Had any fun while you were here?”
“It was for personal use.” Jihoon laughs as he climbs back onto the bed and Seungcheol gulps as Jihoon looks at him before removing his pajama pants. Seungcheol nods.
He wriggles out of his pants and kicks them off the bed and he feels like it’s much too personal for a stranger to look at him when he’s all spread out and naked.
Jihoon trails his hands down Seungcheol’s sides as if he knew how Seungcheol would react. He shudders against his cold touch and Jihoon makes a pleased little sound and takes his shorts off too.
His cock is not as impressive as Seungcheol’s. It’s small and curved and the head is red and throbbing. Jihoon pays it no mind and squirts the lube onto his fingers, allowing the stickiness to drip down lewdly.
Seungcheol watches and swallows and Jihoon teases him, fingers wandering slowly down the underside of his cock and he grabs it and Seungcheol chokes.
He gets stroked quickly and tightly and there’s much too much, much too quickly and he’s letting out a cry because he doesn’t want to cum- at least not yet.
Seungcheol grips onto Jihoon’s wrist with panic and looks up pleadingly. “Not yet.” He begs and Jihoon clicks his tongue before letting go of his cock. It bounces back against Seungcheol’s stomach, twice as hard.
It’s comforting to feel so out of control and let Jihoon take the wheel. To let him control the speed and how much he wants to tease Seungcheol before they get to the actual fucking.
He loves it more than he expects himself to.
Jihoon moves quickly. He gets on all fours, hovering above Seungcheol and his eyes twinkle with mischief and Seungcheol knows that bastard was fingering himself while he was down accompanying Seungcheol’s dick. He’s got two dimples on either side of his cheeks and Seungcheol feels himself moving to poke at it.
Jihoon’s nose wrinkles at the action but he smiles happily and Seungcheol lets out a chuckle but then Jihoon’s eyes flutter shut and his arm twists back in a way that must feel good because he lets out a moan that even Seungcheol can feel.
It tempting and Seungcheol wants to milk all those sounds out of Jihoon’s mouth and part of him is afraid he won’t have the chance to because by tomorrow they get on a plane to a different country and Seungcheol probably won’t see Jihoon at all after that.
He kisses him.
He kisses him in a way that there was much too much spit and tongue and it’s messy and he bites down on Jihoon’s lips and it’s not like all those other times he’s found himself making out with a stranger at a nightclub because it’s so much better and Seungcheol doesn’t even know why.
Jihoon makes all sorts of pretty noises in Seungcheol’s mouth and he breathes it in and holds his face to make sure he has investigated every part of Jihoon’s mouth and he traces his tongue against his lips just to feel the creases in them.
Reluctantly, Seungcheol allows Jihoon to move away and he catches his breath as he watches Jihoon take hold of his cock and slowly slide it into him.
He forces himself not to move. Only because it seemed like what Jihoon would like him to do.
Jihoon gasps at the fullness and wriggles all the way down and Seungcheol’s core tightens with restraint.
“Jesus fuck.” Seungcheol grips Jihoon’s hips. “You’re so fucking hot.”
Jihoon grunts and braces himself on Seungcheol’s shoulders, rolling his hips up and down, swallowing Seungcheol’s cock in and out.
“You are too.” Jihoon mutters. His mouth is parted and his eyes are shut but Seungcheol’s are wide open, watching every move that Jihoon makes with his body.
He shuffles consciously. “I feel bad for letting you do all the work.” Seungcheol confesses, pouting.
Jihoon’s voice is breathy and light when he replies. “I kind of like how you look from down here.” Jihoon admits. “You look like you’re helplessly taking everything I’m giving you.”
“I am.” Seungcheol says in a strained voice.
“I know.” Jihoon gleefully says. He arches his back in a way that must hit a delicious spot inside of him because he releases a pornographic moan that makes Seungcheol’s dick twitch.
They don’t talk for a while after that. Jihoon is riding Seungcheol vigorously and he only encourages it by guiding him up and down his cock as he bounces on his lap.
“Oh fuckkk.” Jihoon groans. “I’m getting close.”
“Baby I’ve been close for the past five minutes now.” Seungcheol grits.
Jihoon laughs. “Cute.” He tosses his head back. “This isn’t how I expected the night to go by the way.”
“And how did you expect it to go?”
Jihoon gives him a look, leans forward and gives Seungcheol’s nipple a pinch that elicits an unexpected reaction. His hands clench around Jihoon and he fucks back into him harder.
The smaller man yelps at how Seungcheol holds him up with his arms and clings onto him. “Shit shit shit.” Jihoon rambles. “Touch my dick.” He orders.
Seungcheol complies eagerly. The mewl that escapes Jihoon’s mouth is erotic and high and he thumbs the slit of his dick until the man buckles and his nails dig into his biceps.
“C’mon.” Jihoon manages to whisper hoarsely in his ear. “Cum.” He prompts and Seungcheol does.
“Oh my god .” Seungcheol cradles Jihoon when he lies on his chest. There’s a sheen of sweat between them and Seungcheol would’ve moved immediately to shower it off but apparently Jihoon post-fuck is clingy as fuck and he wouldn’t be able to unattach himself from Jihoon if he tried.
“Yeah.” Jihoon agrees. “That was really good.”
“Really good?” Seungcheol repeats with disbelief. “It was fucking fantastic.”
“Glad you thought so.” Jihoon yawns, cuddling into Seungcheol.
Seungcheol closes his eyes, relaxing easily with the weight resting on him. He’s still inside Jihoon but neither makes a move to separate themselves from each other so Seungcheol leaves it as that.
“When I met you, I thought you were a huge dick.” Seungcheol begins to say once his brain reboots. “But your dick is pretty small.”
Jihoon bites him.
“Ow!”
“You laid and did nothing!” Jihoon argues back. “I put you into good use.”
“ You wanted me to.” Seungcheol scoffs. “I can fuck you back to Seoul if I had the energy to.”
“It was very fascinating to watch you struggle with your restraint. Very sexy .” Jihoon purrs. “But why don’t you fuck me after we land?”
“Not fond of airplane sex?”
Jihoon wrinkles his nose. “Not really.” A beat passes and then he says bravely, “I just wanted to make sure I have an excuse to see you again.”
“Not just for fucking I hope?” Seungcheol asks eagerly. “If you’re lucky you might get treated to a dinner before the fucking happens.”
“You mean you’ll get lucky to treat me to dinner.”
Seungcheol laughs. “That’s what I meant.”
“Well…” Jihoon looks up from his lashes. “I look forward to your invitation.”
“That is if we make it through our flight.”
Jihoon grins. “I’m sure we’ll find some way to entertain ourselves that doesn’t involve fucking in the bathroom. We are seated next to each other after all.” Seungcheol shudders.
“Luckily I bought my stack of UNO cards with me.” He tells Jihoon cheekily after he gathers himself. Jihoon presents him with another pinch at the nipple. “Ow! Fine! I meant we could watch a movie together!”
Jihoon hums. “Maybe after we netflix and chill , we can cuddle.” He thinks out loud.
“Netflix and chill?” Seungcheol guffaws. “So the key for making you turn into the human embodiment of adorable is to make you cum in your pants?”
“Careful or it’ll only be me who’s cumming tomorrow morning.” Jihoon scowls but there’s a blush on his cheeks that gives him away so Seungcheol doesn’t take the threat to the heart. “Don’t you want to be good?”
Seungcheol’s mind goes blank for a couple seconds. “You’re going to be the death of me.” He says.
“I hope not.” Jihoon says. “You did promise me a dinner.”
“Damn right I did.”