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“Hey Jisung, can you cover me for Professor Pyo’s class today?”
“What?” Jisung's voice blares audibly through the phone. “Are you not going? Dude what the hell?”
“Something came up,” Seungmin says, humming low, distracted. “I owe you one, best friend.”
“Don’t you dare hang up on me you little sh—”
Seungmin shuts off his phone and tosses it to the back seat of the car, eyes not leaving the man straddled on his lap.
Changbin grunts a noise of complaint, muffled by the hem of his own polo shirt stuffed inside his mouth, now a dark damp patch around his lips, evidence of his effort to keep himself gagged as Seungmin instructed.
He’s cute, Seungmin thinks, always is, but especially when he tries to fight his neediness like it isn’t a losing battle to begin with.
So Seungmin smiles, purposefully ignoring the way Changbin is desperately fucking into his still hand, curled loosely around his hyung’s cock.
“What’s wrong hyung?” he asks, his free hand finding purchase around Changbin’s side, slowly sliding up the older man’s exposed torso.
Changbin’s nose wrinkles in response, eyes glaring into Seungmin’s, defiant.
“Hm?” Seungmin tilts his head, round eyes blinking innocently as he rolls his hips once, eliciting a shocked little squeak from Changbin’s wet, pink lips. “Cat got your tongue?”
Changbin drops his gaze then, face flushing redder.
He’s embarrassed, Seungmin notes, probably because Seungmin hasn’t actually done anything so far, just watching when Changbin unzipped his jeans and begged to be touched, and from the way his cock twitches in Seungmin’s hand, he’s certainly getting off on this more than he’ll ever admit.
Not that Seungmin has an issue with that.
Changbin’s a stubborn man, that much Seungmin has always known, but lately he’s realised that he might have a thing for crushing Changbin’s pride just as much as Changbin does.
Tempted, he tightens his fist a little, hears the garbled noise that Changbin makes; a rush of heat simmers right in his core, so okay, he definitely has a thing for this.
“You’re making a mess,” Seungmin states, tone bored and mocking. “I expected you to have more restraint, to be honest.”
Changbin whines, holding onto Seungmin’s shoulders as he tucks his face into Seungmin’s neck, but the way he’s leaking all over Seungmin’s hand spells it out loud and clear.
Seungmin chuckles, pushing him back. “Don’t act shy. It doesn’t suit you.”
Changbin grumbles another dissatisfied noise, offended.
Seungmin placates him with a gentle smile, and then he glides his hand down Changbin’s cock, stopping at where it meets the waistband of his boxers, still trapped.
“I was going to stop, but…” He strokes the shaft in his open palm, watching how Changbin’s eyelids flutter and his entire body shudders, “…you’re already this wet.”
Seungmin sighs, purposefully condescending as he looks at the space between their bodies.
“Well? What should I do about this?”
Changbin stills, an obvious flash of conflict over his face, probably debating whether he should give in now or keep trying to hold on to his dignity.
It’s adorable, but unfortunately for him, Seungmin is as mean as he is attentive, and he distinctly remembers a passing conversation about certain locations Changbin wished to be defiled in, and all of a sudden his hands starting moving of their own accord, one slowly jerking Changbin’s cock and the other cupping around his pec.
Changbin's mouth falls open then, a breathy moan escaping from his lips along with his shirt.
“Seu—Seungmin-ah…”
Seungmin lifts the hand squeezing Changbin’s pec and cups it against his face, sweaty and hot to the touch, and Changbin practically melts into it. “Yeah?”
Changbin’s eyes are glassy, lips deliciously full and pouty. “Please.”
“Are you sure?” Seungmin smiles. “Right here?”
He doesn’t actually need Changbin to elaborate, but it’s fun to be an asshole.
“I can’t wait any longer,” Changbin admits, punctuating his point with a pathetic little thrust into Seungmin’s hand and a sweet, whiny moan.
Seungmin looks at him, eyes softening, even as his mouth curls devilishly.
“I don’t know, hyung. Isn’t your car expensive?”
Changbin growls. “I don’t care.”
Seungmin bites down on his lower lip. It’s so hard not to tease.
“I still don’t have anything to prep you with. So.”
Changbin looks away again, the scarlet flush from earlier returning to his cheek.
“Well…”
“Should I be asking why you have lube and condoms in your car?” Seungmin says conversationally, as if he doesn’t have two fingers knuckles deep inside Changbin’s ass.
“Shut up.” Changbin grumbles, lacking the usual bite in his tone for obvious reasons.
“I guess you were serious when you said you wanted to fuck in a car.”
“I was—just—being prepared!”
Seungmin smiles fondly, fingers slowly stretching out Changbin, partly because it’s been a week or so since they’ve done this but mostly because he knows how much Changbin likes his fingers, or more specifically, how much Changbin likes having them inside him.
Amongst other things.
“Wha…” Changbin stutters, voice breaking. “What’re you—hng…”
Seungmin tilts his head, pretending like the pads of his fingers aren't rubbing against Changbin’s prostate over and over, building the steady rhythm he knows best. “What was that?”
A crook of his finger causes Changbin to choke on a moan, forehead falling against Seungmin’s shoulder. “Fuck.”
“Well yeah, that’s the plan,” Seungmin says, grinning, which earns him a light swat on the arm.
“It’s enough…” Changbin breathes out, hips twitching when Seungmin finds his prostate again, “...I swear to god if you don’t fuck me right this instant.”
Seungmin laughs, chest blooming with something terribly fond and full of affection. “So scary.”
Changbin opens his mouth, presumably to yell more empty threats, but Seungmin takes the opportunity to slot their lips together instead, distracting him from the fingers leaving him empty.
When their lips part, Changbin is in a daze, effectively mute, which Seungmin takes full advantage of, grabbing another condom from the centre console.
“Huh?” Changbin blinks, watching in confusion as Seungmin rolls the condom over his dick.
“So you won’t make a mess,” Seungmin explains with a peck to Changbin’s cheek. “You might not care about your car, but I do. Semen and leather don't mix, hyung.”
Changbin makes a disgusted expression at that. “Why am I attracted to you?”
Seungmin preens, laughing again. “I like you too, hyung.”
Changbin grimaces, hiding his face behind his hands, but the way he flushes all over from his face to his chest betrays him.
It’s kind of funny, Seungmin thinks, how Changbin shows his heart on his sleeves to the world like a badge of honour, but behind closed doors he flusters at the simple truth.
“Goddamnit,” Changbin hisses, frustrated at how Seungmin keeps sliding past his entrance. “Stop playing around and just put it in already!”
Seungmin pouts. “I’m not doing this on purpose. It’s too slippery.”
“Fine… just—” Changbin leans back, palms splaying over Seungmin’s shirt, “—I’ll do it.”
At that, Seungmin relaxes against the car seat, chin nodding at Changbin to proceed.
Changbin throws him a dirty look, probably cursing out Seungmin in his head for making him do all the work, but Seungmin just smiles at him, content with watching as Changbin holds his cock and aligns it to its rightful place.
“Oh fuck,” Changbin exhales sharply at the first breach. “Seungminnie.”
Seungmin blinks, slow and even, but his breath hitches as he enters Changbin, the slide slow and careful, teeth gritting as his cock is gradually enveloped by that impossibly hot, tight heat.
“Hyung.” He licks his lips, mouth dry as Changbin sinks to the hilt, breaths shuddering.
“It’s… all in.” Changbin squeezes his eyes shut, pausing for a second to adjust. “Seung—mhff?!”
Seungmin grins, stuffing the hem of Changbin’s shirt further into his mouth, delighted at how Changbin just takes it.
“Be good,” Seungmin commands, and Changbin’s eyes widen for a second, but he soon lets out a noise of acquiescence, eyes glazing over with the shirt and Seungmin’s fingers in his mouth.
It’s not that he is shutting Changbin up on purpose; he quite likes hearing his hyung speak, actually, but he also likes the way Changbin melt into complete putty, eager to obey Seungmin’s every word, simply because he’s stuffed full of cock.
“Go on,” Seungmin encourages, patting Changbin’s thigh.
It doesn’t take long before Changbin is fucking himself in earnest, back arching as he sinks down on Seungmin’s cock, chasing that pleasure over and over, almost feral even, greedily stretching himself out for his own satisfaction.
Their eyes meet eventually, and the satisfied smirk Seungmin slips on seems to sober Changbin up a bit, his eyes narrowing with a whimper, almost whiny around the gags in his mouth, as if urging for Seungmin to stop being a lazy shit.
Seungmin’s eyes dims a little darker, almost hooded as he stares at Changbin.
“I thought you liked doing the work?” Seungmin smiles, lips curving in delight at the immediate shiver that runs through the older man’s body when his thumb brushes against pert nipples. “I’m disappointed, hyung.”
There’s renewed fury flashing in Changbin’s eyes as he takes Seungmin all the way back to the hilt, almost amazing even, especially with how he can look at Seungmin with such burning resolve as if he hasn’t been fucking himself dumb on Seungmin’s cock.
And arousing.
Changbin whines again when Seungmin removes his fingers, quickly grabbing the soiled shirt and pulling it over the older man’s head.
Seungmin pauses then, just staring at Changbin.
“Hyung.” He swallows. “You’re so…”
Seungmin can’t look away, entranced by everything in front of him; Changbin’s soft, trembling tummy and his round, plump chest; the taut muscles stretching over his strong shoulders to his thick arms; hair all rumpled cutely as sweat slides down his temple; cheeks rosy and rising with a warm smile at Seungmin.
He feels a little insane, actually.
“Stop looking at me like that,” Changbin coughs, but there’s a giddy grin on his face anyways. “Am I that handsome, huh?”
Seungmin nods softly, smiling back at him. “Yeah. You are.”
Changbin blinks for a second, looking a little taken aback, before he quickly slaps a palm over his face, groaning in faux-annoyance.
“Why do you keep doing that?”
Seungmin’s smile grows. “Doing what?”
“Nothing,” Changbin mumbles, sounding so small as his eyes avert from Seungmin’s gaze. “I don't mind it, actually.”
Something inside Seungmin snaps.
Changbin blinks rapidly as Seungmin suddenly sits back up and slides out in record time. “What’s wrong Seungminnie?”
It takes some manoeuvring, but Seungmin manages to open the door and exit the car, which allows him to then tug his tie loose with one hard pull before going back inside, pushing Changbin to lie down against the seat.
“Wha—?” Changbin barely manages to get a word out before Seungmin is pushing back inside, spearing him open with steady, hard thrusts.
“Hyung,” Seungmin says, panting as he pushes the back of Changbin’s trembling thighs, bending him in half so he can fuck in even deeper. “Hyung.”
“Seung…” Changbin cries, gasping for breath as Seungmin finds his spot again, pupils blown wide. “Fuck. You’re going—ahh—to kill me.”
Seungmin laughs, letting one leg drape over his shoulder, lips pressing chaste kisses against the milky skin there. “You’re such a baby.”
Changbin frowns at that, but it barely lasts, not when Seungmin keeps fucking into him like this, taking him apart with every inch of his cock, exactly as he craved for.
“Seungmin—ah…” Changbin moans when Seungmin slaps a hand over his chest. “The car is shaking too—too much.”
Seungmin quirks an eyebrow, but he keeps going, tunnel visioned, completely focused on the way Changbin’s stomach swoops for air and how his pecs bounces from the force of being fucked, lips swollen and seeping with drool.
He’s so fucking pretty.
Changbin’s eyes are brimming with tears again. “Someone’s gonna catch us… at this rate.”
“Will that be a problem?” Seungmin asks, eyes dark. “Isn’t this why you dropped by unannounced? You wanted to let everyone know I was yours, right?”
Changbin can't seem to respond, staying completely mute, tears falling as Seungmin leans forward, hips grinding even harder.
Seungmin strokes the tears away from his cheeks, concerned at Changbin’s uncharacteristic silence, but then Changbin’s mouth drops open, convulsing with a moan.
“Hyung…” Seungmin halts, breathing heavily now that the exertion has caught up to him, but his attention is still solely on Changbin. “Did you just—”
Changbin reaches out, weakly fisting the front of Seungmin’s dress shirt.
“Don’t. Stop.”
Seungmin blinks. “What?”
“Don’t stop,” Changbin huffs out, breaths stuttering as his cock pulses and fills the condom. “Please.”
Seungmin looks at him for a moment, exhaling a laugh as he runs his fingers through his hair, air cooling against his exposed forehead as he lowers himself to plant a kiss against Changbin’s lips.
“And they call me the menace.” Seungmin scoffs, licking his lips again as he fucks back into Changbin with renewed vigour. “You’re insatiable.”
“Seungminnie…” Changbin wraps his arms around Seungmin’s neck, playfully biting into his collarbone. “You’re mine. Yeah?”
Seungmin winces, but the heat boiling in his stomach melts the pain and pleasure all together, it’s almost too much, but he can’t stop, not until he can fuck this hunger out of his greedy hyung.
“Yeah,” he agrees, grinning down as he punches a staccato of moans from Changbin’s pretty mouth in time with his thrusts. “All yours, hyung. Always.”
Changbin pulls him closer, lips puckering so wantonly Seungmin can’t help but let out another fond laugh before giving in, kissing him tenderly.
Seungmin comes first, his orgasm wracking down his spine as he spills inside the condom, riding out the wave of pleasure inside Changbin, who clenches possessively around him.
“Hyung.” Seungmin hisses, almost choking on a moan from how tight Changbin is, sliding his hands down Changbin’s sweaty chest to pinch and rub at his puffy nipples.
Changbin jerks instantaneously, eyes rolling and limbs shaking as he comes untouched for a second time.
“Fucking hell,” Changbin curses, words slurring into a moan when he finally lets Seungmin pull out.
Seungmin looks down at him, stroking Changbin’s hair as he comes down from his high.
“Language,” he jokes, a shit-eating grin on his face.
Changbin groans out loud, hiding his face under his forearm. “You’re a menace.”
“Yeah.” Seungmin wrinkles his nose, teasing. “But I’m your menace.”