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Once the black SUV pulls up beside him, Namjoon barely has time to open the door and get one leg inside the backseat before hands are on his waist, tugging him inside and shutting the door urgently behind him. He’s quickly pulled onto Hoseok’s lap, the plush seat underneath him wide enough to make Namjoon’s legs fit on either side of Hoseok. The air inside the car smells of leather and Hoseok’s perfume, a sweet and intoxicating scent of orange and vanilla. Namjoon greedily inhales the scent, lungfuls of it making him almost dizzy with how much of it hits his nose with each inhale.
“I take it the shoot went well today?” Namjoon giggles, wiggling around to get comfortable on Hoseok’s lap. He loops his hands behind Hoseok’s neck, looking down at where he can see the unmistakable shape of Hoseok’s half-hard dick pressing against his pants. A small smile forms on his lips, heart beating faster in anticipation of what Hoseok has planned for him.
Hoseok hums, his fingers hurriedly tugging Namjoon’s turquoise sweater out from where it’s been tucked into his black slacks. Hoseok then slides his hands underneath Namjoon’s sweater, tracing the firmness of Namjoon’s abs. Hoseok’s hands look deceivingly dainty and smooth, something that always catches Namjoon off guard when his hands dig firmly into the sides of Namjoon’s hips. It’s a casual show of strength and dominance, one that sends a tingle down the length of his spine.
“Went great, we just have one more choreography scene to shoot tomorrow. Someone,” Hoseok pauses and brings one hand up to grab Namjoon’s jaw, pushing his head up and forcing him to face Hoseok’s gaze. “got me all riled up, though. Someone went and sent me dirty pictures in the middle of my shoot. Isn’t that right, Joonie?” A bashful smile makes its way onto Namjoon’s plump lips when Hoseok scolds him, but he quickly replaces it with a pout.
“I don’t know what you mean, hyung. I was busy with my book launch conference all day today.” Namjoon barely has time to react when the hand gripping his jaw lets go to instead land a firm smack on his right cheek. Not hard enough to bruise, but with enough force that Namjoon immediately feels his cheek begin to tingle as his head jerks to the left.
“Don't play dumb with me, sweetheart. You thought it'd be so fun to send me a picture with your pants pulled down in that restroom, dick straining against your cute little panties.”
“Ah, hyung, you thought they were cute? Can't be too much to complain about, then. I even matched them to my sweater.” Another slap to Namjoon’s face, this time on the left cheek with a bit more force.
“You know what I mean. Don't act like you have no idea what those pictures do to me.”
“I don't, hyung. Maybe you can show me?” Namjoon’s smile doesn't falter whatsoever as Hoseok’s hands greedily unbutton his pants, revealing the intimate, soft, forest green lace hugging Namjoon’s hips just beneath the mundanity of his slacks. Hoseok pushes the soft fabric of the sweater up past Namjoon’s pecs, bunching it up above the swell of the muscles, and holds the edge of the sweater up to Namjoon’s mouth. His free hand slides down and gives Namjoon’s pecs a squeeze, digging his fingernails into the skin.
“So mouthy today, sweetheart. Maybe keeping your mouth occupied will help you stay quiet and focus on helping me wind down.” Hoseok’s fingers push the hem of the sweater further into Namjoon’s mouth than what’s really needed, but Namjoon’s smile around the fabric in his mouth betrays the protesting whines that escape him. When he’s made sure Namjoon’s biting down on the sweater, Hoseok leans back in the seat, hands on Namjoon’s waist. The skin beneath his hands is warm, either a side-effect of the sweater doing its job or the arousal evidently coursing through Namjoon’s body.
Namjoon focuses on breathing through his nose, eyes intensely focused on the sliver of bare chest beneath the leather jacket Hoseok is wearing. His hips rut up mindlessly, wanting to hump his dick against the smooth, warm skin covering Hoseok’s abs, but both his panties and the firm hand that lands on his hip stops him in his tracks. He gives a displeased whine at the hindrance, but Hoseok just laughs and tuts at Namjoon, shaking his head.
“So desperate already, aren’t you?”
Namjoon pouts. How can he not be when he’s in the lap of his boyfriend who looks like he just escaped a porn shoot? (It might as well be. Namjoon’s seen the choreo Hoseok has worked on for the better part of two months now. Pure porn every time.)
Hoseok chuckles at Namjoon’s expression, and pulls the sweater out from Namjoon’s mouth.
“Thought so. If you really want to hump something that badly, get down on the floor. If you do a good job, I'll fuck you like the pretty slut you are.”
Namjoon thinks he might pass out when he scrambles to get off Hoseok’s lap, kneeling on the spacious floor in front of Hoseok. The car's interior isn't quite limousine sized, but it has more than enough floor space for Namjoon to comfortably kneel, feet tucked underneath his butt. He looks up at Hoseok expectantly, looking over the rim of his round glasses. Namjoon is so focused on Hoseok’s face, he fails to notice Hoseok’s left foot repositioning itself until his legs are pushed apart and a black boot is shoved against his still clothed dick. The sudden and harsh contact with his dick makes Namjoon lean forward with a pathetic whine slipping out. Above him, he hears Hoseok’s laugh, not the usual bright and bubbly one, but a more mocking one, still ever so bright but much more teasing in its tone.
When Namjoon peers up at Hoseok, chin resting on the car seat between Hoseok’s legs, his facial expression makes Namjoon’s dick twitch in the lacy panties still trapping his now fully hard cock. Hoseok’s glaring at him like Namjoon is his prey, ready to be devoured whole with a smirk on his face.
“Took one touch of my boot to your dick to have you whining and whimpering, hm? I'll go easy on you, sweetheart. If you put those pretty lips to use and wrap them around my cock and get me properly wet, I'll let you ride me afterwards. In the meantime,” Hoseok continues speaking while his hands move to unbuckle his belts, the one fashion accessory Namjoon finds wholly unnecessary and very much in the way right now. “Put your hips to good use and rut that cute dick against my boot. And don't get any cum on it, I'm still filming in these tomorrow as well.”
Namjoon’s hands scramble to remove his pants, his current position infinitely more comfortable without the edge of his slacks cutting into his ass. He shuffles out of them as gracefully as he can, before spreading his legs again to allow Hoseok’s boot back onto his cock. When he's fully in position, Namjoon rests his cheek on Hoseok’s thigh and waits for him to unbutton his pants. Namjoon almost starts salivating when Hoseok pulls his dick out, looking at it in awe like it’s the first time he’s seeing it, like Hoseok didn't fuck the air out of his lungs with it just last night. He's pulled out of his thoughts abruptly when Hoseok smacks his cheek again, not as hard as before but paired with a stern look. A silent raised eyebrow lets Namjoon know to get on with it, and he happily obliges, shuffling up straight and placing both hands on either side of Hoseok’s dick. Hoseok is just over average in length, but the circumference of his dick is Namjoon’s favorite part. It stretches his lips deliciously whenever he’s sucking Hoseok off, almost impossible for any sounds or air to escape.
Pushing his ass back and arching his back slightly, Namjoon leans in, giving small kitten-licks to the head of Hoseok’s cock. He moves his hips in the rhythm his tongue moves, rutting against Hoseok’s boot with every lick. It’s an addicting sensation, and Namjoon gets so lost in the rhythm he barely notices Hoseok’s hand slide into his hair. Not until Hoseok tugs at it, pulling Namjoon away from his dick with a whine. Hoseok fakes a pout, before his lips split into a smile again.
“You look so cute down there I almost want to just let you continue until you come. But I didn’t say to lick my cock, did I? I said to suck it .” The hand in Namjoon’s hair tightens, sending a pleasurable feeling of pain into his entire body, and he whimpers, licking his hips. Only when Namjoon obediently opens his mouth, wrapping plump lips around the head, does Hoseok slightly release his grip. It’s still there, holding Namjoon firmly in place, but allows him to move his lips up and down the shaft, using his tongue to toy with the head and the vein running the entire length of the shaft. Gathering up saliva in his mouth, Namjoon runs his tongue up and down once more before he pops his lips off of Hoseok, wrapping his hands around the hard shaft. Namjoon sits up so his mouth is directly above the head and spits on it, using his thumbs to spread the saliva all over it. He digs his thumb into the slit, too, and coaxes out some precum which he mixes into the wetness of his spit.
It’s wet and messy and Namjoon loves it and knows Hoseok loves it too, which is why he’s not surprised when his head is shoved down onto Hoseok’s dick again, this time forced to take it all in one go. It makes him gag, but Hoseok doesn’t move, and so Namjoon focuses on breathing through his nose, soon settling into the familiarity of having Hoseok’s cock fill up his mouth and throat. He stays there for what feels like a couple minutes, before he’s pulled off harshly by Hoseok. The sting of having his hair tugged on draws a moan from him, a moan garbled by the amount of drool that spills out alongside it. Hoseok pats his cheek approvingly, pushing his thumb against Namjoon’s lips and smears the mess all over them.
“Open up again, sweetheart. Need you to get me properly wet.” Namjoon obeys, opening his mouth again. This time, he’s prepared for the pace of which Hoseok shoves him down with, and only gags a little when the head hits the back of his throat. Namjoon would be perfectly content here, on his knees, hips gently rutting against Hoseok’s boot, eventually reaching a climax, but Hoseok has other plans. Hoseok shifts his hips around underneath Namjoon, grasping Namjoon’s hair in a tighter grip. Right as Namjoon shifts his gaze from half-closed eyes staring at Hoseok’s godlike abs to looking up at Hoseok through hooded, desperate eyes, Hoseok begins thrusting his hips in slow, controlled motions. Namjoon feels himself go cross-eyed and gags at the sudden movement. A trickle of drool slides out of the corner of his mouth, and Hoseok is quick to reach down and wipe it off on Namjoon’s cheek.
“So pretty, so good for me. Think you can hold still right,” Hoseok pulls Namjoon halfway off his cock, and holds him in place with a firm grip in his hair and on his neck. “There.” Immediately, Hoseok starts thrusting into Namjoon’s mouth, hard but slow thrusts just as if he were fucking Namjoon’s ass. Namjoon digs his fingers into Hoseok’s thighs, grounding himself as any other sensation, including his hard dick surely staining the dark green lace even darker, slips away from his mind.
Namjoon is a mess as Hoseok speeds up his rhythm, fucking faster into Namjoon’s throat. Drool is pooling around the base of Hoseok’s dick, and Namjoon’s glasses have slid down his nose slightly, stained with sweat and a few tears that have slipped out. What few moans manage to be punched out of him by the thrusts are muffled by Hoseok’s cock, and his lips feel stretched and raw.
“Shit, Joonie, so good… Nice and wet… such a messy sweetheart for me.” Hoseok’s voice comes out more strained and breathless than his face lets on. Namjoon gazes up at him, lashes shiny from tears and eyes hazy, unfocused. His hips jerk involuntarily, brushing up against Hoseok’s leg and a strangled moan pushes its way out as his dick finally gets the stimulation it lost when Hoseok began fucking his face. A grin makes its way onto Hoseok’s face, his hair that was so immaculately styled when Namjoon got in the car now slightly tousled, a few strands hanging down over Hoseok’s forehead.
“That’s right, hah… Forgot about your own dick, hm? So- ah, busy with mine like you should be.” As the words tumble out of Hoseok’s mouth, Namjoon distantly registers his thrusts faltering in pace a little, and he whines –and subsequently, gags– to get Hoseok’s attention. Hoseok raises an eyebrow, but slows his pace down enough and slips his hands away from Namjoon so Namjoon can lift his mouth off of Hoseok’s dick. It is so unbelievably messy and filthy, with saliva all over Hoseok’s cock, Namjoon pushing his glasses up with a trembling hand, glasses that are fogged up and stained.
“Hyung.” Namjoon chokes out, and oh god, –his voice is wrecked – he sounds absolutely destroyed.
“What is it, sweetheart?”
Namjoon pulls on his sweater, grabbing the hem and bunching it up in his hands until it’s all above his pecs. Lips pursed in a sweet pout, red and slick from all the spit and precum, he pushes his pecs together, forming the illusion of a cleavage. When the pose, combined with his begging eyes doesn’t garner anything except a smirk and raised eyebrow from Hoseok, Namjoon croaks out his request.
“Hyung, ple-please, cum on my tits. I- want you to cum on my tits.” Hoseok leans back in his seat and moans, grabbing his dick as he does.
“Jesus- You’re gonna be the death of me, Joonie.” Hoseok sits up straight, takes his free hand and tangles it back into Namjoon’s sweaty hair. “Can’t help but give you what you want, though. Open wide for me.”
Namjoon obeys, closing his eyes and stretching his tongue out as far as he can, hands holding his shirt in place. The slick noises of Hoseok hurriedly jerking himself off is enough to have Namjoon twitch in his panties, nearly drooling at the mere anticipation of what is about to happen. When the first drop of cum hits his chest, Namjoon moans, loud and hoarse. A smile spreads across Namjoon’s face, happily accepting all of Hoseok’s come. Some of it lands on his tits, some of it on his tongue and around his mouth, and when he finally opens his eyes, a few streaks are coating his glasses as well.
Hoseok groans when his eyes meet Namjoon’s, and he fishes his phone out of his back pocket to take a photo of the mess he left. Namjoon smiling, tongue out and covered in cum is something he would print out, frame and put up everywhere in their home. The Mona Lisa can go fuck herself, this is what art is.
He composes himself long enough to swipe the cum off of Namjoon’s chest with his fingers, cleaning it with little effort. Namjoon, meanwhile, is busy licking his lips, trying to get as much of the cum off of his face as possible. Before Hoseok can react, Namjoon makes his way into Hoseok’s lap, removing his glasses and kisses Hoseok hard on the mouth.
“Hyuuung… Did I do well?”
“You were perfect –no, you are perfect– for me.”
Namjoon smiles, a smile way too pure for the words that follow.
“Can I ride you now? You promised if I was good, you’d let me ride you. And I still haven’t come yet.”
Fucking hell. Hoseok is dating a succubus.
“I did do that, didn’t I, Joonie? We’re almost home, though. So put your pants back on,” Hoseok reaches up to grab Namjoon’s cum-stained glasses, placing them on the seat next to him “and as soon as we get back home, as soon as we walk through the doors, I’ll fuck you so hard you lose your voice even more from screaming my name.”
Namjoon kisses Hoseok again, a surprisingly tender kiss for what he was doing not even five minutes ago.
“Deal?” Namjoon asks while holding out his pinky finger, waiting for Hoseok to do the same. Hoseok does, and hooks his finger with Namjoon’s.
“Deal.”