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Jisung was well aware this probably wasnt’t the smartest choice he’d ever made. He had been watching the beautiful man from across the room from the moment he stepped foot in the dingy bar he came to with Chan and Changbin. Jisung desperately wanted to make a move, but what chance did he really have with someone who looked like they were related to some Greek God? At one point, Jisung made it close enough to him while they were both standing by the bar, but he couldn’t bring himself to actually talk to the man. He kept his head down and his eyes firmly planted on the fancy shoes the guy was wearing. Figures someone as beautiful as that would have the money to dress beautifully too.

Jisung had excused himself to the bathroom to run some cold water on his face. He knew he needed to get his shit together. There were dozens of people in this bar that would probably love to get their hands on him. He just had to stop acting like a lovesick puppy over someone he just saw for the first time barely even ten minutes ago.

When Jisung heard the bathroom door swing open, he quickly dove into one of the stalls behind him, locking it hastily. The last thing he needed was for someone to walk in and see just how pathetic he was being in the otherwise empty bathroom.

Jisung closed his eyes as he heard the click clack of shoes getting closer to the stall he was in, waiting to hear them enter a stall of their own so he would be in the clear to leave. It sounded like they were walking with a purpose, before slowing down in front of the stall Jisung was in. Jisung held his breath when the click clacking stopped, and he could see the shoes of the person who had now stopped to stand directly in front of his stall. He had to bite his lip to hold in his gasp when he realized they were the shoes he spent so much time staring at because he was too afraid to look the beautiful man in the eye.

Slowly, the shoes turned away, and entered into the stall next to him. His confusion grew further when he heard the door lock, but didn’t hear the usual rusting of clothes and zippers that is accompanied by using a toilet.

Jisung glanced to the side, as if that would help his confusion any, and that’s when he saw it. There was a rather large hole that had been drilled into the wall, leading from his stall to the one the stranger was now in. Jisung took a peek towards the floor, and could barely make out the shadow of the shoes facing the wall towards him, and not at all in the direction they should be facing if the stranger had any intention of actually using the stall for its intended purpose.

Jisung kept his hands over his mouth in an effort to hide just how quick his nervous breathing had become. His eyes kept darting from the shoes he could see and the hole in the wall as he wrestled with the thoughts in his head. The rational side was telling him to unlock his stall and get back to his hyungs so they could decidedly never come to this bar ever again. But the other side, the side that Jisung was sure was having some sort of fever dream, was telling him that he should maybe, possibly, just a little bit, stick his dick in that hole and see what happened next.

Before he could talk himself out of it, he undid the fly of his pants and made quick work of pulling out his dick. It was half hard already at the implication of what might happen next. There was a glimmer of a thought in the back of his head about how unsanitary something like this might be, but he wiped it from his mind as he slid his dick into the hole. The fit was a bit snug, but not anything uncomfortable.

For a few seconds, nothing happened. Jisung’s head started spinning. Maybe this was even more of a terrible idea than he had initially thought. Maybe he was just so horny for some action that everything he thought made sense before he stuck his dick inside this hole was just something his horny brain made up to make him do something stupid. Maybe the hot guy was some psychopath and was about to cut his dick off with a pair of scissors. Jisung jolted at the thought and made to pull his dick out of the hole, but was stopped by the feeling of something soft and wet slide from the base all the way to the tip.

Jisung let out a breath of relief because there was no mistaking the feeling of a tongue licking all over him. Jisung braced his hands against the wall. Any other time, he would have loved to have his fingers in the hair of whoever was going down on him, but there wasn’t anything else for him to do with a literal wall standing between them.

The tongue made a few kitten licks to the tip of his dick, bringing Jisung to full hardness. Jisung could hear the man hum to himself quietly, and then he felt his entire length engulfed in a nice, wet warmth.

“Oh, fuuuck,” Jisung groaned out, wishing he had something to grab onto with his hands.

He could feel the tip of his dick hitting the back of the man’s throat. He would have expected to hear some gagging or coughing, but the only noise Jisung could hear was the man on the other side moaning in his own pleasure. Jisung tried to move his hips forward to reach deeper, but when he did, he let out a small hiss of pain.

Turns out, the hole was just big enough to allow a half hard cock to slip through, but not nearly big enough to allow any movement once Jisung was at full mast. He whined when he realized he couldn’t move himself, and his pleasure was entirely dependent on the man currently sucking him off.

Jisung was dizzy with the feeling of the man’s tongue gliding underneath him and the occasional scrape of teeth as he bobbed his head too quickly to keep any sort of proper form. Every once in a while, the man would pull back and swirl is tongue around the tip, lapping up the pre come that was forming, before sliding his lips down back down until the only thing that stopped him from going further was the barricade in place.

Still through it all, there was hardly a whimper or a gargle. The only sound Jisung could hear was his own stuttered breaths and the contended moans that were sending vibrations around his dick every few seconds. Jisung couldn’t be sure who was having the best time right now because it seemed like they were both getting the exact sort of touch they had been longing for all night.

Jisung could feel heat pooling in his stomach and a tightness that could only mean one thing.

“Oh shit,” Jisung moaned, “I’m gonna come, please, let me come,” Jisung started chanting as he felt the pressure build.

The man on the other side seemed invigorated by Jisung’s pleasured ramblings because he doubled up his efforts and started moving even faster. Jisung was just teetering on the edge, ready to let it all go-

“Minho Hyung?” a deep voice rang out after the bathroom door slammed open.

Jisung took his hands off the wall and covered his mouth, hoping to keep the noises quite that were desperately trying to escape him. The mouth that had been moving so fervently on him before paused.

“C’mon I know you’re in here. Hyunjin drank too much and got kicked out. We gotta go.”

Jisung could hear a faint sigh on the other side of the wall as the mouth pulled off of him. He bit his fingers to keep his whimpers at bay. The cool breeze from the air did not feel pleasant after the loss of the warm mouth that almost brought him over the edge.

“I’ll be right out Yongbok,” Jisung heard the melodic voice say.

“Make it quick. You know how he gets when he’s like this.”

Jisung could hear the sound of the door closing once again, and let his hands drop in relief.

“I’m really sorry about this,” the man, Minho, said on the other side.

“What?” Jisung asked in a haze.

Jisung felt the lips return to him, and he thanked all his lucky stars that the man was going to finish what he started. Except, that’s not what he did at all. He left a quick peck on the tip, the same way someone would peck their partner’s lips before leaving the house for work in the morning, and then Jisung felt nothing at all.

“I wish we could have finished, but my friend’s right. They need me out there.”

“But-but I need you in here!” Jisung wailed.

“Like I said, I really am sorry.”

Before Jisung could argue, he heard the bathroom stall open followed by the click clack of Minho’s shoes as he walked away.

“You’re just going to leave me in here?”

Jisung was met with silence as the bathroom door opened and closed. He groaned as he slammed his head on the wall, resting his forehead there as he questioned all the life choices he’d made to bring him to this moment. What was supposed to be a perfect orgasm was absolutely ruined. With a sigh, he tried to get himself together and pull his dick out of the stupid hole in the wall. Except he couldn’t. Because he was still so hard that it was too big to pull out. With Minho gone and no way to finish getting himself off, he was well and truly stuck.