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The party was chaos—Yeonjun’s kind of chaos, with bass-heavy music blasting, red Solo cups littered across the house, and people either making out in random corners or dancing like they were at a concert. Beomgyu had barely walked in when someone shoved a soda into his hand (he was 90% sure it was spiked) and dragged him toward a game of Truth or Dare. The smell of cheap cologne and popcorn mixed in the air, and honestly, Beomgyu was already kind of over it.

But then, as if on cue, Soobin bumped into him.

“Watch where you’re going, clumsy,” Beomgyu snapped, rubbing his shoulder like Soobin had actually hurt him.

Soobin blinked down at him. “You walked into me, idiot.”

“Okay, then your shoulder should apologize to my shoulder for being so hard,” Beomgyu shot back. He wasn’t even sure what he was saying anymore, but the smirk tugging at Soobin’s lips made him double down.

Soobin snorted. “Drama queen.”

Beomgyu opened his mouth to retort, but then Yeonjun’s voice rang out over the chaos. “BOYS! Truth or Dare, now! Let’s goooo!”

“Absolutely not,” Soobin muttered, his expression panicked.

“Agree.” Beomgyu glanced at the group, who were already trying to wave them over. “We need to leave. Immediately.”

“Where?”

“Anywhere that isn’t here,” Beomgyu said, grabbing Soobin’s wrist and yanking him toward the door.

Yeonjun, halfway across the room and clearly tipsy, spotted them making a break for it. “Hey! Where do you two think you’re going?” he called out, pointing dramatically with a pretzel stick.

“To fight crime!” Beomgyu shouted back, earning a cheer from some random guy in the kitchen.

Soobin burst out laughing as they shoved their way past the crowd. “What kind of excuse was that?”

“I don’t know, but it worked, didn’t it?” Beomgyu grinned as they tumbled out the front door, still holding hands.

The cool night air hit them like a slap to the face, a stark contrast to the sweaty chaos of Yeonjun’s house. Soobin fished his keys out of his pocket and unlocked his car—a beat-up sedan that had seen better days but still held a weird charm.

“Shotgun!” Beomgyu called out unnecessarily, climbing into the passenger seat.

They sped off with no real destination in mind, windows rolled down all the way, the night air sharp and cold against their skin. The stereo blared a song Soobin probably hadn’t touched since middle school—a cheesy Bruno Mars ballad that felt like it belonged on a prom playlist. But Beomgyu didn’t care.

He leaned half out the window, arms outstretched like he could grab the stars if he tried hard enough, belting out lyrics he only half-knew at the top of his lungs. “WHEN I WAS YOUR MAAAN!” he wailed, voice cracking and off-pitch in the most Beomgyu way possible.

Soobin winced, a laugh bursting out of him. “You’re killing me. Please stop. My ears—”

“TOO YOUNG, TOO DUMB TO REAAAALIZE!” Beomgyu only got louder, slapping the roof of the car for emphasis.

Soobin couldn’t help but join in, his voice lower but no less enthusiastic as he drummed along on the steering wheel. They were both screaming now, their voices mixing into an ugly, chaotic harmony that didn’t even come close to the actual song.

The car flew down the empty road, the night stretching endlessly ahead of them, and Beomgyu threw himself back into his seat, laughing so hard he was practically gasping. His hair whipped wildly around his face, and his cheeks were flushed from the cold and from singing like a maniac.

“You suck at this,” Soobin said, but there was no bite to it. His lips were pulled into that soft smile he always got when Beomgyu wasn’t looking—except this time, Beomgyu caught it.

“And you love it,” Beomgyu shot back, flicking Soobin’s arm just as the song changed to something even cheesier. “Wait, wait, this one’s my jam. Crank it!”

“Your jam? What are you, forty?”

“Shut up and vibe with me!”

Soobin rolled his eyes but turned up the volume anyway, the bass rattling the windows as they hit the chorus. The wind whipped through the car like it was trying to sweep them up and carry them somewhere else entirely. Somewhere free and reckless, where they could scream bad love songs without a single soul judging them.

For a moment, Beomgyu didn’t care about anything—about Yeonjun’s party, about where they were going, or even if they’d ever make it back. Right now, it was just the road, the music, and Soobin’s stupid laugh filling the space between them.

It felt endless. It felt alive.

And Beomgyu wanted to bottle it up and keep it forever.

It wasn’t until they were miles from Yeonjun’s house, on some lonely stretch of road lined with trees, that the car gave a sickly sputter and died.

Soobin stared at the dashboard. “No way. Not tonight.”

Beomgyu leaned forward, frowning at the now-dark radio. “Did we just… run out of gas?”

“No, the tank’s fine,” Soobin groaned, smacking the steering wheel. “This stupid car just hates me.”

They both sat there in silence for a moment before Beomgyu said, “So… are you gonna, like, fix it or…”

“Oh sure, let me just summon my mechanic degree real quick.”

Beomgyu smirked, unbuckling his seatbelt. “Well, while you’re busy being useless, I’m gonna do something productive.”

“And that is?”

Instead of answering, Beomgyu climbed over the console and plopped himself right into Soobin’s lap.

Soobin froze. “What—what are you doing?”

“Getting comfortable,” Beomgyu said innocently, looping his arms around Soobin’s neck. “Obviously.”

“You’re insane,” Soobin muttered, but his hands found Beomgyu’s waist like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“And yet, you’re not pushing me off.”

“You’re heavy.”

“Shut up. You love it.”

Soobin didn’t argue. And honestly, neither of them seemed all that concerned about the car anymore.

Soobin didn’t argue. He didn’t shove Beomgyu off, didn’t even try. Instead, his hands settled more firmly on Beomgyu’s waist, fingers curling into the fabric of his hoodie as if grounding himself. Beomgyu smirked, his face so close now that their breaths mingled in the narrow space between them.

“You’re staring,” Beomgyu said, his voice quieter now but still carrying that teasing lilt.

“Maybe you’re just in my way,” Soobin shot back, though his hands betrayed him by tightening on Beomgyu’s hips.

Beomgyu’s laugh was soft, almost breathless, as he leaned in. “You love that too.”

The first kiss was quick—too quick, really. Beomgyu barely brushed his lips against Soobin’s before pulling back, his smile widening when Soobin made a noise of protest, low and frustrated.

“Tease,” Soobin muttered, his fingers pressing into Beomgyu’s sides in retaliation.

“Fine, fine. I’ll be nice,” Beomgyu said, but his grin gave away that he had no intention of being nice at all.

He kissed Soobin again, this time slower, lingering just enough to make Soobin chase after him when he pulled back to laugh against his mouth. Their teeth clinked awkwardly once, and Beomgyu giggled, wrapping his arms tighter around Soobin’s neck to keep him close.

“You’re so bad at this,” Soobin murmured against Beomgyu’s lips, though the corners of his mouth were curled upward, betraying the fondness in his tone.

“Excuse me?” Beomgyu gasped, mock-offended, leaning back just enough to glare at him.

Soobin tugged him closer in response, his arms sliding around Beomgyu’s waist. “You heard me.”

“Say that again,” Beomgyu dared, his tone light but his cheeks flushed from the heat rising in the car. “Go on, I dare you.”

Soobin didn’t. Instead, he kissed him again, properly this time, with none of the hesitance or teasing from before. Beomgyu melted against him instantly, his hands slipping into Soobin’s hair as if he couldn’t get close enough.

The heat between them was stifling, amplified by the way their bodies pressed together and the lack of space in the car. The windows were fogging up, and Beomgyu reached out blindly to crank the window down, letting the cool night air rush in.

“Better?” Soobin asked, his voice rougher than usual, one hand still resting on Beomgyu’s waist while the other braced against the back of the seat.

“Much,” Beomgyu murmured, and then he was kissing him again, smiling into it this time, like he couldn’t help himself.

The breeze swept through the car, carrying the faint sound of crickets and rustling leaves, but neither of them noticed. Beomgyu’s giggles between kisses made it impossible for Soobin to keep a straight face, and Soobin’s stupidly soft laugh only made Beomgyu want to kiss him harder.

It wasn’t graceful or practiced, and they both knew it. But in the middle of nowhere, with the broken-down car and the stars above them, it felt like their own perfect kind of chaos.

The kisses started off soft, playful, with Beomgyu still giggling between them, his hands idly twisting strands of Soobin’s hair. But it didn’t take long for the teasing to fade into something deeper.

Soobin’s grip on Beomgyu’s waist tightened, fingers pressing into his sides, and Beomgyu felt a shiver race down his spine. The light brush of their lips turned firmer, hungrier, and Beomgyu’s laughter melted into a quiet gasp as Soobin tilted his head, angling the kiss to pull him closer.

Beomgyu’s hands slid from Soobin’s hair to his jaw, cupping his face like he couldn’t stand even the smallest distance between them. His thumbs brushed against Soobin’s skin, warm and familiar, and it made Soobin press forward, leaning fully into him.

The air in the car grew hotter, the cool night breeze slipping through the open window doing nothing to temper the heat building between them. Soobin’s lips parted against Beomgyu’s, and the way their breaths mingled, warm and ragged, sent a rush of something almost dizzying through Beomgyu’s chest.

Soobin’s hands roamed more freely now, one slipping under the hem of Beomgyu’s hoodie to rest against the small of his back. Beomgyu’s pulse jumped at the contact, and he responded by tugging Soobin even closer, pressing his chest to his.

“Beom,” Soobin mumbled against his lips, his voice low and breathless.

Beomgyu barely pulled back, his forehead resting against Soobin’s as he caught his breath. “What?” he whispered, his voice softer now, shaky in a way he couldn’t hide.

“You’re…” Soobin trailed off, his hands tightening just enough to make Beomgyu’s heart race. “You’re—”

Beomgyu didn’t let him finish, cutting him off with another kiss, this one deeper, more desperate. Soobin let out a quiet sound of surprise that quickly turned into something else entirely as Beomgyu’s arms slipped around his neck again, holding him in place.

The world outside the car faded into nothing, the faint rustling of leaves and chirping crickets drowned out by the sound of their breathing, their lips meeting over and over again with a growing urgency.

Soobin broke the kiss for just a moment, his lips brushing against Beomgyu’s jaw as he caught his breath. “You’re so… impossible,” he murmured, his voice warm and full of something Beomgyu didn’t have the nerve to name.

“Yeah?” Beomgyu whispered back, breathless but grinning, his hand slipping between them to press against Soobin’s lap. He cupped him through his pants, bold and unrelenting, his smirk widening as he tilted his head. “And you’re hard.”

Soobin’s laugh broke into a low, shaky groan, his breath stuttering as he grabbed Beomgyu’s waist to steady himself. “You’re unbelievable,” he muttered, his voice rough and thick with want, before pulling Beomgyu closer and kissing him hard enough to make him gasp. Beomgyu melted into him completely, his fingers tangling in Soobin’s hair as the last of his teasing dissolved into the heat of the kiss.

Soobin didn’t waste time. As Beomgyu’s gasp mingled with the kiss, he deepened it, his hands sliding under Beomgyu’s hoodie, fingertips grazing across the warm skin beneath. The moment Beomgyu’s hips pressed closer, Soobin’s touch grew more possessive.

Beomgyu’s breath hitched as Soobin’s hands trailed lower, slipping beneath the waistband of his jeans, making him shiver at the feel of his fingers brushing against the sensitive skin there.

“Bold,” Beomgyu whispered, his voice strained, but the teasing grin on his lips faltered as Soobin’s lips found his neck, his breath hot against Beomgyu’s skin.

“Bold enough,” Soobin murmured, his grip tightening on Beomgyu’s waist, tugging him closer until their chests were flush against each other. He pressed a slow kiss to Beomgyu’s jaw before sliding his hand lower, inching closer to where Beomgyu ached.

Beomgyu let out a low sound, a mix between a moan and a laugh, as his fingers dug into Soobin’s shoulders, urging him on. “You’re really going for it,” he said, his voice a little unsteady now.

“I told you I wouldn’t stop,” Soobin replied, his hand sliding further, fingers brushing against Beomgyu’s hips before moving lower, testing the line between want and control.

The tension built, the kiss deepening as their bodies pressed closer, no space left between them. Beomgyu’s hands worked quickly to pull Soobin’s shirt off, his breath coming faster now, desperate.

Soobin’s hand slid up, his thumb brushing over the sensitive spot just below Beomgyu’s ribs, making him gasp, his back arching into the touch. Soobin didn’t hesitate, kissing him harder as he pushed him back against the car seat, the heat of their bodies escalating.

“I’m not holding back,” Soobin muttered, his voice thick with need.

Beomgyu met his lips again, a smirk on his face despite the heat rising between them. “Good,” he whispered, pulling him closer. “Neither am I.”

The kiss grew deeper, hungrier, as their hands roamed with more purpose. Soobin’s fingers worked quickly to lift Beomgyu’s hoodie, pulling it over his head and tossing it to the side. Beomgyu followed suit, his hands tugging at Soobin’s shirt, not even waiting for permission as he pulled it off, revealing the smooth skin beneath. The moment they were both shirtless, the air in the car felt suffocating—heated, electric.

Soobin’s lips trailed down Beomgyu’s neck, brushing against his skin with a barely-contained urgency. He sucked lightly at the skin, and Beomgyu let out a soft gasp, tilting his head back as Soobin’s lips moved lower, leaving dark marks—hickeys—across the soft skin of his throat.

“God…” Beomgyu breathed, his fingers tightening around Soobin’s waist as the sensation of Soobin’s lips against his skin sent a rush of heat through his body.

Soobin grinned against his neck, his hands sliding down to Beomgyu’s jeans, fingers working quickly to unbutton them. “What?” he muttered, voice thick with desire. “Too much?”

Beomgyu’s breath hitched as his hands moved down to Soobin’s jeans, the action matching Soobin’s. He didn’t hesitate to unzip them, his fingers brushing over the curve of Soobin’s hips as he slid them down just enough to expose more of him.

The kiss that followed was urgent—impatient—as their lips locked again, and Beomgyu let out a soft groan into Soobin’s mouth. He pulled Soobin’s jeans lower, fingers brushing the edge of his underwear, before sliding them fully off, tossing them onto the floor. Soobin responded by sliding Beomgyu’s jeans down, hands teasing the waistband before pushing them all the way down his legs.

Once they were both fully undressed, the heat in the car was unbearable, the tension between them palpable as they pulled each other closer. Soobin’s hands found Beomgyu’s waist again, drawing him in as he kissed him deeper, his lips still marking Beomgyu’s neck, pressing soft bites into the skin.

Beomgyu let out a shaky breath, his hands gripping Soobin’s shoulders, holding him close as they both melted into each other. “Soobin…” he whispered, voice low, thick with need.

The air in the car was thick with tension, the heat building between them as they finally stood there, only in their underwear. Soobin broke the kiss, his chest rising and falling as he looked at Beomgyu, his hands still lingering on Beomgyu’s waist. Without saying a word, Soobin adjusted the car seat, pushing it back so Beomgyu would have more space, a silent invitation for him to move.

Beomgyu didn’t need any more encouragement. His heart was pounding in his chest, but his gaze never left Soobin as he dropped to his knees between Soobin’s legs, the sudden shift in position making him feel more daring. He looked up at Soobin, the playful smirk from earlier back on his lips, but there was a new intensity behind his eyes now, something raw and needy.

Soobin’s breath hitched, his hands automatically running through Beomgyu’s hair, guiding him closer. “You’re crazy,” he murmured, but his voice was thick, a soft groan slipping from his lips as Beomgyu’s fingers brushed lightly against his legs.

“Yeah, well, you’re not stopping me,” Beomgyu shot back, his voice low, tinged with something darker as his hands slid up Soobin’s thighs, pausing just shy of where Soobin ached. He leaned in, his lips brushing against Soobin’s stomach, teasing as he glanced up to catch Soobin’s gaze.

Soobin’s hands tightened in Beomgyu’s hair, his breath shallow. “Beomgyu…” He didn’t have to say anything else—his body was already betraying him.

Beomgyu’s lips ghosted over his skin, his hands pressing further into Soobin’s thighs, pushing him to lean back slightly as he continued to tease. He could feel the way Soobin’s breath stuttered, the tension between them building to a point where neither could hold back.

Soobin’s voice broke the silence again, thick with anticipation. “Don’t tease me.”

Beomgyu smirked, his hands moving with slow deliberation as he finally gave in, pressing a soft kiss to the top of Soobin’s hip. “I’m not,” he whispered back, his fingers finally tracing the edge of Soobin’s underwear, testing, teasing, before he gently pulled them down.

The tension snapped.

Soobin’s cock sprang out of his boxers, standing at attention, the tip leaking pre-cum. Beomgyu’s eyes darkened, a sly smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Without breaking eye contact, he slowly wrapped his fingers around it, his grip firm but leisurely. He gave it a few long strokes, dragging his hand up and down, the soft sound of his movements filling the air as his thumb swiped over the head, spreading the precum.

“Already this worked up?” Beomgyu purred, his voice dripping with amusement as he kept his gaze locked with Soobin’s. “I barely touched you, and you’re already this hard.”

He leaned in, brushing his lips lightly against Soobin’s thigh, teasing him with the proximity. “You really can’t hide it, can you?” he whispered, fingers tightening around Soobin’s cock, his strokes picking up just a little.

Beomgyu’s smirk never left as he leaned forward, his warm breath fanning over Soobin’s cock before he slowly took the tip in his mouth. He started off slow, teasing with soft, deliberate movements, flicking his tongue over the sensitive head before taking more of Soobin in. His head bobbed gently, the motions slow at first, drawing a gasp from Soobin.

Soobin’s fingers dug into Beomgyu’s long brown hair, gripping it firmly but not tight enough to hurt, his breath coming in shallow pants. “Fuck, Beomgyu…” he muttered, the pleasure making his words falter as Beomgyu’s pace gradually picked up.

Beomgyu moved faster, sucking him deeper with each motion, his hand coming up to stroke what he couldn’t reach. Soobin’s hips started to move in time with Beomgyu’s rhythm, his grip tightening slightly in the younger’s hair as he guided him with a soft pressure.

“You’re so fucking good at this,” Soobin groaned, his voice shaky as Beomgyu’s movements grew more fluid, more confident. His fingers still threaded through Beomgyu’s hair, caressing the strands gently as his other hand slid to rest on the back of Beomgyu’s neck, encouraging him to take more, to go deeper. “God, just like that…”

Beomgyu’s lips curled into a grin around Soobin’s cock, the vibrations making Soobin’s knees weak as the pace quickened. Each motion was a mix of anticipation and satisfaction, their connection growing tighter, more desperate.

As Beomgyu’s movements quickened, the sounds of their breaths and the soft slide of skin filled the space between them. Soobin’s grip in his hair tightened, his breath growing more erratic. He could feel the pressure building, the telltale signs that he was close. “Beomgyu…” Soobin gasped, his voice breaking slightly. “I’m—fuck…”

Beomgyu smirked, sensing that he was on the edge. With one last slow drag of his mouth, he pulled back abruptly, his lips leaving Soobin with a soft, teasing pop. Soobin’s eyes flew open, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he looked down at Beomgyu with a mix of confusion and desperation.

Beomgyu looked up at him, his eyes dark with amusement. “Not yet,” he murmured, voice thick with desire as he ran a teasing thumb over the head of Soobin’s cock, spreading the pre-cum, watching Soobin’s body shudder at the contact.

“Don’t,” Soobin groaned, reaching down to grab at Beomgyu’s shoulder, trying to pull him back into the motion, but Beomgyu held him off, his hand firmly on Soobin’s chest, keeping him in place.

“You’re not getting it that easy,” Beomgyu teased, his voice soft but commanding as he stroked Soobin’s cock once, twice, pulling back just before Soobin could release.

Soobin’s hips jerked forward, chasing the sensation, but Beomgyu’s teasing touch had him on the edge without letting him fall over. “Please,” Soobin breathed, desperate, a pleading edge to his voice.

Beomgyu chuckled darkly, not backing down as he glanced up at Soobin. He gave Soobin one last teasing stroke, just enough to make his legs shake, before pulling away completely, leaving Soobin gasping for more.

Beomgyu’s fingers brushed lightly over Soobin’s cock one more time, savoring the way Soobin’s body tensed at the touch. The moment was intense, but Beomgyu could feel Soobin was desperate for more, his patience wearing thin. With a soft chuckle, Beomgyu pulled away completely, sitting back on his knees. He could see Soobin’s flushed face, his chest heaving, eyes dark with desire.

“You really are insufferable,” Soobin breathed, voice thick with need as he tried to control his breathing. “You’re killing me.”

Beomgyu smirked, hands resting on his knees as he met Soobin’s gaze. “How about we take this to the back seat?” he suggested, his voice playful, almost teasing. Soobin’s eyes lit up, the idea clearly turning him on, and without waiting for another word, he was already moving.

The two of them climbed over the front seat, Soobin practically dragging Beomgyu with him, the space between them barely enough to catch their breath. Once they settled into the back, Soobin reached for Beomgyu’s waist, pulling him close again, their bodies pressed together in the confined space of the car.

Beomgyu’s hands immediately went to Soobin’s chest, pushing him back into the seat with a smirk. “You’re really eager, huh?” he whispered, straddling Soobin’s lap, the shift in position only intensifying the heat between them.

Soobin’s hands found Beomgyu’s hips, guiding him closer, their faces inches apart. “You have no idea,” Soobin murmured, before he pulled Beomgyu in for a kiss, hard and desperate.

Soobin’s fingers slid lower, tracing the outline of Beomgyu’s boxers as he moved with deliberate slowness, each touch sending a shiver through Beomgyu’s body. When Soobin’s fingers finally slipped inside, they hovered over Beomgyu’s cunt, brushing against the sensitive skin, just enough to make Beomgyu’s breath catch. The teasing touch made Beomgyu’s pulse quicken, his back arching slightly as he instinctively leaned into Soobin’s hand.

Soobin’s eyes glinted with mischief as he looked down at Beomgyu, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “You’re already so wet,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire but laced with that teasing edge, almost as if he were surprised by just how much Beomgyu’s body betrayed him. He circled the tips of his fingers around Beomgyu’s cunt, applying just enough pressure to make him squirm, but never enough to truly satisfy.

Soobin’s fingers slipped under Beomgyu’s boxers, the fabric dragging across Beomgyu’s skin as his hand moved lower, inch by inch. Beomgyu’s breath hitched, his body already reacting to the touch, anticipation coiling tightly in his stomach. Soobin’s fingers barely grazed over Beomgyu’s clit, the softest, lightest contact, but it was enough to make Beomgyu’s whole body tense.

“So sensitive,” Soobin murmured, his voice low, teasing as his thumb brushed over Beomgyu’s clit again. Beomgyu’s eyes fluttered shut, a soft moan escaping from him before he could stop it. He bit his lip, trying to hold himself together as Soobin’s hand moved in slow, deliberate circles, coaxing more reactions from him.

Beomgyu’s hips jerked forward, chasing the touch, but Soobin pulled back, a mischievous smirk forming on his lips. “Not so fast,” he teased, his fingers grazing over Beomgyu’s cunt, feeling the wetness that had already gathered there. “You’re soaking, Beomgyu. Fuck, you really can’t hide it.”

Beomgyu groaned, his chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths. “You’re a fucking tease,” he muttered, his hand reaching up to grip Soobin’s shirt, pulling him closer. He needed more. He needed Soobin to give him what he was desperate for.

Soobin chuckled darkly, leaning in to kiss Beomgyu hard, pulling him in by the back of his neck. “You want more?” he whispered, pulling back just enough to make Beomgyu look up at him with a desperate expression. “I’ll give you more, but you’re gonna have to work for it.”

Without waiting for a response, Soobin’s fingers moved lower, brushing over Beomgyu’s folds, feeling how slick and ready he was. Beomgyu’s breath hitched, and he couldn’t stop himself from grinding his hips down into Soobin’s hand, desperately wanting more friction.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me lose my mind,” Beomgyu groaned, leaning into Soobin’s touch. His fingers dug into Soobin’s shoulder as his hips moved in time with the teasing rhythm, unable to get enough of the pressure.

Soobin’s eyes darkened, watching the way Beomgyu’s body responded, the way he couldn’t stop moving against his hand. “You want it that badly, huh?” Soobin’s voice was rough now, filled with desire. He slid his fingers deeper, pressing into Beomgyu’s cunt with a slow, steady motion that had Beomgyu gasping and clenching around him.

“Please,” Beomgyu whispered, his voice breaking as he finally let go of his restraint. “Don’t stop.”

Soobin smirked, keeping his fingers buried deep inside Beomgyu, feeling how tight and wet he was. He began moving them slowly, working his fingers in and out, building a steady rhythm that had Beomgyu’s back arching, desperate for more. He could hear Beomgyu’s moans growing louder, his breath hitching with every movement.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Soobin groaned, his thumb once again circling Beomgyu’s clit, just enough to add to the overwhelming sensation. He leaned down, kissing Beomgyu’s neck, marking him with bruising hickeys as his fingers never stopped their steady rhythm, slowly pushing Beomgyu closer to the edge.

Beomgyu’s hands gripped Soobin’s arms, nails digging into his skin as he tried to hold on, the pleasure building, coiling inside him. “Soobin…” he gasped, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “Please… don’t stop. I need… need more…”

Soobin didn’t need any more encouragement. He increased the pace of his fingers, pushing deeper with every thrust, the sound of Beomgyu’s moans filling the air as he worked him closer to the edge. Every time Beomgyu’s body tightened around him, Soobin’s grip on his hips tightened, pushing him further, deeper.

Soobin pulled his fingers out slowly, watching as Beomgyu’s face contorted with a mix of frustration and desire. The sound of Beomgyu’s soft whine only fueled him more, a smug grin spreading across his face. “You’re so fucking needy,” Soobin muttered under his breath, his hands sliding down Beomgyu’s body, pushing his underwear off.

Beomgyu’s body arched in anticipation, legs trembling as he felt Soobin move him into place, lifting his legs and draping them over Soobin’s broad shoulders. His breath came out shaky, eyes searching for any sign of what Soobin would do next.

“You’re gonna be good for me, right?” Soobin asked, his voice rough as he lowered himself closer to Beomgyu’s cunt, teasing just an inch away. “Let me hear you beg.”

Beomgyu’s pulse quickened. “Please,” he breathed, voice barely a whisper, but it was enough. “I need you, Soobin. Don’t tease me… just fucking touch me.”

Soobin smirked at the desperation in his voice, before dipping his tongue into Beomgyu’s cunt. The first slow, wet lick had Beomgyu gasping. “Mmm, you taste so fucking good,” Soobin groaned, taking in more of Beomgyu’s slickness, the heat of his mouth driving Beomgyu wild. He could feel Beomgyu’s hands tightening on the seat, fists clenching in pleasure.

“Fuck, Soobin…” Beomgyu moaned, his head tilting back as he let himself be consumed by the sensation. “You’re so good at this… don’t stop.”

Soobin growled against him, the vibration sending waves of pleasure through Beomgyu’s body. “You like that, huh?” he teased, pressing his tongue deeper, his mouth moving faster, greedier. “I can make you beg for more if you want, but you’re gonna have to beg me to make you cum.”

“Please…” Beomgyu whined, his body twitching in response, every nerve on fire. “I don’t want to wait anymore. Fuck, I need to come—please, Soobin…”

Soobin lifted his head for a second, a mischievous grin on his face. “Such a dirty little thing. Begging for it like that… It’s cute, but I don’t think you’ve earned it yet.”

He went back down, his tongue flicking over Beomgyu’s clit in fast, teasing circles, making Beomgyu whine with frustration. “Don’t make me beg again,” Beomgyu gasped, his hips bucking into Soobin’s mouth, desperate for more. “You know what I want… please, I can’t take it anymore.”

Soobin didn’t answer immediately, but he gave Beomgyu exactly what he was craving, plunging his tongue deep inside him, the wet heat and pressure making Beomgyu see stars. “Such a good boy,” Soobin muttered, the praise making Beomgyu’s chest tighten. “I’ll make you cum… but first, I want to hear you scream my name.”

Beomgyu couldn’t hold back any longer, his body writhing as the pleasure built. “Soobin… Soobin, I’m gonna—” His words were cut off by a broken moan, his back arching as Soobin continued to work him over, driving him closer to the edge.

Soobin pulled back, his lips curling into a grin as he watched Beomgyu squirm, his chest heaving, face flushed. “Look at you,” Soobin said, voice low and teasing. “So fucking desperate. But I’m not done with you yet.” He ran his fingers lightly over Beomgyu’s thighs, savoring the way Beomgyu’s body responded to his touch.

Beomgyu whimpered, his hips lifting involuntarily, wanting more. “Please,” he gasped, hands gripping the seat for some sort of purchase. “Soobin, don’t stop… I need it, I need you.”

Soobin’s smirk deepened. “You’re not getting it just yet,” he teased, moving back slightly, his cock brushing against Beomgyu’s slick cunt, but never giving him the release he craved. Beomgyu let out a frustrated noise, his face scrunching in both pleasure and need.

“Quit it, Soobin,” Beomgyu gasped, trying to thrust against Soobin, but the older boy just pulled away, keeping a firm hold on his hips, immobilizing him.

“Quit it?” Soobin repeated, his voice dripping with amusement. “You think you’re in charge here?” He slapped Beomgyu’s cunt with his cock, a sharp noise echoing in the car. “Count, Beomgyu. Tell me how many times I’ve slapped you with my cock. Let’s see if you can take it.”

Beomgyu’s breath hitched, eyes wide as he processed the words. “One,” he gasped, feeling the sting of Soobin’s cock against his cunt, making his body react with a jolt of pleasure and frustration. “One, Soobin.”

Soobin gave him another slap, making Beomgyu bite his lip, struggling to maintain control. “Two,” Beomgyu moaned, his hips trying to move but being held in place by Soobin’s firm grip.

The rhythm continued, each slap becoming more deliberate, more intense. Soobin’s grip tightened on Beomgyu’s hips as he slapped his cunt again, making Beomgyu cry out, the sting almost unbearable, yet oddly pleasurable. “Three,” Beomgyu panted, his voice strained, but the words were still there.

“So fucking good,” Soobin murmured, pressing harder against him. He slapped Beomgyu again, watching the way his body reacted, the way his chest heaved and his breaths came out in desperate gasps. “Four, Beomgyu. You can take it, right?”

Beomgyu nodded, his head spinning with need and pleasure. “Four,” he whispered, barely able to focus on anything but the sensation of Soobin teasing him, pushing him closer to the edge without giving him the release he begged for.

Soobin chuckled darkly, giving one last sharp slap to Beomgyu’s cunt before pulling back completely, watching as Beomgyu whimpered, his body trembling, desperate for more. “I’ll let you have it, Beomgyu. But only when you’ve earned it.”

Soobin pulled back, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he watched Beomgyu’s desperate face. The teasing had worked, but it was clear Beomgyu had reached his breaking point. Beomgyu’s hands grasped at Soobin’s shoulders, pulling him closer. “Please, Soobin… I need you,” he begged, his voice broken, a pleading look in his eyes.

Soobin’s breath was shallow, his body trembling with his own restraint. He leaned in, his lips brushing against Beomgyu’s ear as he whispered, “You’ve been so fucking good for me, Beomgyu. I’m gonna make you come, but only when I’m ready.” His hand found Beomgyu’s waist, pressing him back down onto the seat.

Beomgyu’s legs twitched as he tried to pull Soobin closer, but Soobin gently pushed him back. He looked down at Beomgyu, taking in the sight of him—flushed, needy, and on the edge of breaking.

Finally, Soobin gave in. He positioned himself between Beomgyu’s legs, his cock heavy and aching, nudging against Beomgyu’s entrance. Beomgyu moaned in anticipation, his body arching up to meet Soobin’s.

“You sure you want this?” Soobin asked, his voice low and almost teasing, but his eyes were darker, filled with lust. He looked down at Beomgyu, seeing the desperate need in his eyes.

Beomgyu nodded, his hands gripping Soobin’s arms tightly. “Yes, Soobin. Please.”

Soobin aligned himself, pushing forward just a bit, feeling the heat of Beomgyu’s body, the anticipation thick in the air. He hesitated, enjoying the moment of control before finally sliding in. Beomgyu gasped, his back arching, the feeling of Soobin’s cock inside him just as intense as he’d imagined.

“Fuck,” Beomgyu moaned, his voice trembling as Soobin held him in place. “Don’t stop. Please, Soobin. Don’t stop.”

Soobin exhaled sharply, starting to move slowly, savoring the tightness of Beomgyu around him. The way Beomgyu’s body reacted to him, the moans, the gasps, everything made his own control slip away, little by little. “I won’t,” he promised, his voice rough. 

Soobin’s rhythm began to pick up, his hips snapping against Beomgyu’s with a sudden, sharp intensity. The sound of skin slapping echoed in the cramped car, each thrust making Beomgyu gasp, his voice strained with pleasure. His back arched off the seat, fingers gripping Soobin’s arms as he moaned loudly, each noise a desperate cry for more.

“Fuck, Soobin—” Beomgyu gasped, his breath hitching with every thrust. His body jerked beneath Soobin, the slickness between them making the skin-on-skin contact louder and wetter. “So good… don’t stop. Don’t stop, please,” he begged, his words coming out in broken, needy bursts.

Soobin’s groan rumbled in his chest, low and guttural, as he pounded into Beomgyu, feeling the way his body tightened, the way Beomgyu’s thighs shook under him. “You like that, don’t you?” Soobin’s voice was rough, barely contained. He leaned down, his breath hot against Beomgyu’s ear. “You’re so fucking tight, Beomgyu. Can barely take it.”

Beomgyu’s hips bucked in response, trying to match Soobin’s pace, desperate for more. “Soobin—shit, don’t stop,” he whimpered, his fingers digging into the seat beneath him. “I need you, need this so bad.” His moans were louder now, the sound of his cunt clenching around Soobin’s cock filling the car, and he felt his orgasm building again, the need to release intensifying with each push.

“Yeah, you’re gonna come for me, aren’t you?” Soobin groaned, his voice thick with lust as he thrust harder, his cock sinking deeper. “Come on, Beomgyu. Show me how badly you need it.”

Beomgyu’s breath hitched in his throat, his hands flying to Soobin’s back, nails digging in as he cried out, “Yes! Yes, Soobin… oh god, I’m so close—” His voice cracked with the force of it, desperate for that final push, for release.

Soobin’s groan was deep and throaty as he slammed into Beomgyu one last time, pressing his forehead against Beomgyu’s and grinning at the way the younger boy’s body responded to him. “Come on, baby. Let go. Let me see you come for me.”

Beomgyu’s body tensed, his entire form trembling as the waves of his orgasm hit. His back arched off the seat, and a loud, needy moan spilled from his lips as he came, his cunt clenching around Soobin’s cock. “Soobin…!” he cried out, eyes squeezed shut, breath ragged.

Soobin groaned low in his throat, feeling Beomgyu’s body pulse around him, but he didn’t stop. His thrusts grew more relentless, each one harder and faster, not allowing Beomgyu a moment to catch his breath. Beomgyu’s body jolted with each powerful movement, overstimulated, his cries broken and desperate.

“So fucking good,” Soobin muttered through clenched teeth, the sound of skin slapping against skin growing louder in the confined space. He held Beomgyu’s hips tight, forcing him to take every thrust, pushing him toward another edge he wasn’t ready for.

Beomgyu squirmed beneath him, hands clawing at Soobin’s back, his body twitching with every motion. “Soobin—ah… please…” His voice cracked, trying to pull away, but Soobin held him in place, refusing to slow down. “I can’t… I—”

“Shh… just take it,” Soobin whispered harshly, his voice hoarse with lust. “I’m not stopping. Not yet.”

Beomgyu’s whole body burned with the overstimulation, his chest heaving, but the pressure in his lower stomach kept building, every thrust from Soobin pushing him closer to the edge again. He was panting, overwhelmed, the pleasure tinged with the sting of too much, but Soobin didn’t relent.

Finally, Soobin’s movements grew erratic, his breath coming in sharp gasps as he buried himself deep, coming inside Beomgyu with a final, harsh groan. His body trembled as he released, the sensation of Beomgyu’s warmth surrounding him making his vision blur. Beomgyu’s name slipped from his lips in a breathless whisper, as his own body collapsed against the seat, still pulsing with the aftershocks of his climax.

As Soobin came inside Beomgyu, his cock buried deep, the warmth of Beomgyu’s tight cunt wrapped around him sent a wave of pleasure crashing through his body. He let out a low groan, feeling the heat of Beomgyu’s insides as it clung to him, every pulse inside Beomgyu making his head spin. The sensation of emptying himself inside Beomgyu made his legs tremble, his hands tightening on his hips as his orgasm slowly ebbed.

Beomgyu’s entire body jolted as Soobin filled him, the feeling of warmth spreading through his core, both overwhelming and comforting. His cunt clenched around Soobin, and though the overstimulation from the earlier thrusts still had him dizzy, the sensation of being filled like this made his breath catch. He felt every throb of Soobin’s cock inside him, and the wet heat spreading between them was enough to send another wave of heat to his own stomach.

Soobin pulled back slightly, but the feeling of his cum still warm inside Beomgyu left both of them breathless. Beomgyu’s legs trembled, the sensation of fullness making him dizzy, while Soobin’s hand slid up to push a strand of hair from Beomgyu’s flushed face, his chest still rising and falling heavily.

For a moment, neither of them spoke, both lost in the aftermath of the intense pleasure. Beomgyu’s eyes fluttered closed as the warmth settled inside him, and Soobin’s body remained pressed against his, each breath coming shallow but steady. There was something comforting about the closeness, the way they fit together in the aftermath.

As Soobin slowly pulled out, a quiet gasp escaped Beomgyu’s lips, the warmth of his cum still dripping from Beomgyu’s spent cunt. It oozed out slowly, mixing with the sweat on their skin as both of them panted, trying to catch their breath. Beomgyu’s chest rose and fell rapidly, his body trembling slightly from the intensity of the experience.

Soobin wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, the lingering heat between them making the air feel thick. He grabbed some wipes from the glove compartment, glancing down at Beomgyu, who was still flushed and catching his breath. Gently, he cleaned Beomgyu up, his hands tender as he wiped away the mess between his legs, making sure not to miss any of the warmth that clung to Beomgyu’s skin. Beomgyu’s eyes fluttered closed, enjoying the soothing touch, his hands resting on his thighs as he exhaled slowly.

“Better?” Soobin asked softly, his voice a little rough but caring, his eyes softening as he leaned down to press a kiss to Beomgyu’s forehead.

Beomgyu nodded, his lips curling into a tired smile. “Yeah, that was… intense,” he murmured, his voice still breathless.

Soobin grabbed a bottle of water, unscrewing the cap and handing it to Beomgyu, who took a long sip, grateful for the cool liquid that helped ease his dry throat. Soobin drank from it too, before wiping his mouth and glancing back down at Beomgyu. “You did great,” he said with a grin, brushing his thumb over Beomgyu’s cheek.

Both of them settled into the quiet after, still panting but content in the moment. Soobin leaned back against the car seat, his fingers loosely intertwined with Beomgyu’s as they both caught their breath, the air around them feeling a little cooler now, despite the heat of what had just happened.

Beomgyu’s body still hummed with the remnants of pleasure, his limbs heavy as he shifted closer to Soobin. He let out a soft sigh, curling into his side, feeling the warmth of Soobin’s body against his own. Soobin wrapped an arm around him instinctively, pulling him in tight, pressing his chest against Beomgyu’s back as Beomgyu settled into his embrace.

“That was… a lot,” Beomgyu murmured, his voice low and breathy, a satisfied grin tugging at his lips as he buried his face in Soobin’s chest. He could feel Soobin’s heartbeat steadying, both of their bodies still flushed from the intensity. It felt like the air was finally starting to calm, and everything felt… right.

Soobin’s fingers gently stroked through Beomgyu’s hair, the motion soothing, slow. “You okay?” he asked softly, his voice still thick with that lingering warmth from before, but there was a tenderness to it now.

Beomgyu nodded, shifting a little, his eyes half-lidded as he pressed a kiss to Soobin’s neck, just beneath his ear. “Mhm, I’m good. Just… need a minute to catch up,” he said, the quiet vulnerability in his voice making Soobin smile.

He pulled the blanket from the back seat over them, tucking it around Beomgyu’s shoulders. “Take your time, I’m not going anywhere.” His fingers continued to trace soothing patterns on Beomgyu’s back, pressing small, comforting kisses to his hairline as he wrapped Beomgyu closer. Beomgyu’s hands lazily draped over Soobin’s arm, squeezing it lightly as if grounding himself in the moment.

The air between them felt calmer now, quieter, as they just held each other, letting the aftercare wash over them. Beomgyu’s legs tangled with Soobin’s, his body still aching pleasantly, but in the best way, as if he could just sink into Soobin’s warmth forever.

“So,” Soobin said after a long moment of comfortable silence, his voice teasing but gentle, “think you’re gonna be able to walk tomorrow?”

Beomgyu’s lips curled into a grin as he pulled back slightly, meeting Soobin’s eyes. “Probably… if you don’t break me first,” he replied, his voice light but still a little breathless. They both chuckled softly, the sound mixing with the hum of the car engine and the night air outside.

As they settled back into the embrace, Beomgyu felt completely safe, the softness of the moment a perfect contrast to everything that came before. “I’m glad it’s with you,” he whispered, his fingers tightening around Soobin’s hand.

Soobin smiled, his thumb brushing against Beomgyu’s knuckles. “Me too, Beomgyu. Me too.”

Beomgyu shifted in Soobin’s arms, propping himself up slightly as he looked at the older boy with a playful glint in his eyes. His lips curled into a teasing smirk, one eyebrow arched as he traced circles over Soobin’s chest with his finger.

“So…” Beomgyu began, his voice light but filled with amusement. “You know, being all lovey-dovey after… well, everything, isn’t exactly how I imagined a fuck buddy situation would go.” He cocked his head, eyes mischievous. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, you’re really good at the whole… aftercare thing. But I thought we were just supposed to, I don’t know, fuck and go? Maybe grab some drinks or whatever.”

Soobin froze, staring at Beomgyu in mock shock, his lips twitching into a half-smile. “You’re giving me shit for being nice to you now?” he teased back, though there was a small flicker of uncertainty in his voice. He couldn’t help the slight chuckle that escaped him, brushing his fingers through Beomgyu’s hair. “It’s not like I was planning to be all lovey-dovey, but I guess I’m just… used to you by now. You’re stuck with me.”

Beomgyu grinned, his hands moving to rest on Soobin’s chest, pushing himself up just a little bit higher. “Stuck with you? That’s cute, hyung.” He leaned in closer, his breath warm against Soobin’s neck as he whispered with a teasing smile, “But maybe… if you weren’t such a softie, this would be more casual. You know, like a regular fuck buddy thing. No cuddling, no sweet talking, just the basics.”

Soobin’s brows furrowed playfully, his lips brushing Beomgyu’s ear as he replied, “Maybe you like it more than you’re willing to admit. You sure sound like you’re complaining… but you’re not moving away.” He smirked, letting the words hang in the air for a moment.

Beomgyu rolled his eyes, but his smile didn’t fade. “You’re probably right,” he said with a sigh, leaning his head back down onto Soobin’s chest. “I guess I’m not complaining too much. Maybe it’s just… I don’t know, funny to see you so… tender after everything. You’re not what I expected, hyung.”

Soobin grinned, tightening his hold on Beomgyu as he spoke, voice laced with affection. “Guess I’m full of surprises. But if it makes you feel better, I’m still your fuck buddy… just with a little extra… attachment. Think you can handle that?”

Beomgyu chuckled, settling back against Soobin’s chest. “Yeah, I think I can. But maybe next time, you should call me your boyfriend,” he teased lightly, looking up at Soobin with a playful glint in his eyes. “Not sure I’m ready to be anyone’s fuck buddy for real, but… I think you’ve got potential.”

Soobin blinked, clearly caught off guard by the suggestion, before he smirked. “Oh, really? So you’re saying you’re considering it?”

Beomgyu’s grin deepened. “I mean, I could be persuaded. You just gotta step up your game, Soobin.”

Beomgyu’s fingers traced random patterns on Soobin’s chest as they lay there in the aftermath, the car now calm, save for their quiet breathing. The playful energy between them hadn’t fully faded, but something in the air had shifted. Beomgyu, still half on top of Soobin, lifted his head slightly, looking up at him with a smirk that was almost too knowing for his own good.

“You know…” Beomgyu began, his voice light but with an edge that caught Soobin’s attention. “You’re not bad at this boyfriend stuff. Might actually be kinda good at it.” He tilted his head, eyes glinting with mischief, but there was something softer underneath it all.

Soobin, still a little breathless, raised an eyebrow, clearly not expecting this shift. “Boyfriend, huh?” he asked, voice teasing but with a hint of curiosity. “Thought you didn’t like all the lovey-dovey stuff.” His hand traced circles on Beomgyu’s back, as though testing the waters.

Beomgyu snorted softly, half rolling his eyes as he leaned down to rest his head on Soobin’s chest again. “I don’t. But… I don’t mind it with you, I guess.” He grinned. “You’re kind of… growing on me.”

Soobin chuckled, still holding Beomgyu close. He didn’t let his smile fade, but there was something in his eyes now—something more genuine, something that wasn’t just teasing or playful. “You’re so full of it, you know that? But… I get it.” He paused for a beat, his fingers running through Beomgyu’s hair in a slow, comforting motion. “So, you’re saying… we could actually do this? Be… more than whatever this casual thing is?”

Beomgyu’s heart skipped a beat, but he played it cool, still trying to keep up the teasing act. He lifted his head again, looking at Soobin with that familiar smirk, but his eyes softened, just slightly. “You know, I think I could handle it… if you really want to be my boyfriend.” The words felt strange coming out of his mouth, but in a way that made sense. Soobin was someone who made him feel comfortable, made him feel like more than just a fling. There was something about him that Beomgyu didn’t want to push away.

Soobin’s eyes widened slightly, the realization hitting him with a pleasant surprise. He let out a low laugh, his thumb brushing across Beomgyu’s cheek. “I thought you’d never ask,” he teased, though his voice was softer now. “I mean, if you really want to do this… I’m all in. I’m not going anywhere.”

Beomgyu’s grin faltered just for a second, and for once, there was no teasing in his voice when he spoke. “Yeah?” he asked quietly, a hint of vulnerability slipping through the cracks of his usual bravado. “You’re not just saying that?”

Soobin chuckled, lifting his head slightly to meet Beomgyu’s eyes. “I’m serious, Beomgyu. If you want to make this more than… whatever we were calling it, I’m down. I want to be with you. Not just… like this.” He leaned in close, his lips brushing Beomgyu’s forehead gently. “I like you. A lot.”

Beomgyu’s heart skipped again, a genuine smile tugging at his lips this time, his eyes softening. He’d never been the type to let his guard down easily, but with Soobin, it felt… right. So, without overthinking it, he nodded. “Alright, then. Guess we’re doing this boyfriend thing.” He leaned down and kissed Soobin’s cheek, the touch soft and sweet.

Soobin laughed, pulling Beomgyu closer to him and kissing him on the lips this time, a slow and tender kiss that conveyed everything neither of them said out loud. They didn’t need more words. They both knew it was real now—this was no longer a casual fling. It was something that meant more.

“Guess I’m officially your boyfriend now, huh?” Soobin murmured, breaking the kiss with a grin, his thumb caressing Beomgyu’s lips.

“Yeah,” Beomgyu replied with a smirk of his own, “but you’d better live up to it. I’m not easy to keep.”

Soobin laughed again, pulling him into a tight hug. “I think I can manage,” he said with a playful wink.