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Woojin has been squirming for the better half of five minutes now.
Subtle. Leg jittering, hands clasped tightly over his lap He's tense. Chan has the right to be concerned.
"Woojinie." He sets a hand on the older's thigh. They're the only ones in the back after a long day and Woojin acknowledges him with attentive eyes.
"You okay?"
Woojin sucks in a breath. It's unstable.
"I'm fine. Just have to use the bathroom."
The dorms were a good thirty minutes and glancing up front, they'd just hit a red light that looked a bit intense if the onslaught of cars ahead of them said anything. His hand sinks deeper into the crevice between Woojin's thighs and he feels a bit smug when the older instinctually spreads them a bit.
He creeps past Woojin's belt line. Undoes the strings of his pants (Sweats. He'd immediately changed out of the stiff leather the second he got off stage.) to meet his bare cunt; he'd gone commando, soft folds warm and damp against his fingers.
"Chris..."
Woojin's voice is low. Unsure. His cunt pulses and it's clear that Chan isn't helping his issue when he squeezes his thighs around Chan's hand.
"How much longer can you hold it?"
Soft chatter comes from up front. The other boys are distracted, not paying attention to their eldest members.
"I-" The car jolts as the red light finally gives up and Chan as the slightest bit of fluid seep out against his fingers and Woojin's ears burn red.
Chan pulls his hand from his pants. His fingers are slicked with clear fluid and he meets Woojin's eye while he sucks them into his mouth, lapping them clean, the elder's face warming a pretty rose color.
He quietly slips onto the car floor and when he's face level with Woojin's thighs the older man looks down at him in alarm.
"Chris! What're you —”
"Hush."
Woojin looks as if he's going to protest for a split second as Chan's hands go beneath his ass but the can goes over another bump and he clamps his lips shut. He's deathly still as his pants are slipped down, just enough to expose his glistening, golden cunt.
Chan pushes his legs up. Scoots forward until he can securely seal his lips onto Woojin's pussy, nose buried in the muff of soft trimmed curls he dons, and he uses two nails to pinch Woojin's thigh.
Fluid dribbles out.
He can feel how Woojin holds back. Reluctant, because they've done anything like this before, especially not in the company of other people but Chan feels when he loosens up. Gets a little less tense, opens his thighs a bit wider...
The tiniest, barely audible breath leaves Woojin when he lets go. The soft hiss of piss filling Chan's mouth and guzzling down his throat is hidden by the chatter of their group mates and the rustle of the van. It doesn't have a bad taste; Woojin had a nice diet and drank a lot of water. His piss was a bit salty, bitter undertones hitting his taste buds.
He gulps down the last few drops with ease. Woojin's breathing heavy now that he's relieved himself and grips Chan's scalp when he shoves his tongue into his sweet cunt, cleaning any residue.
His clit is so tempting to suck. Pretty and pink and glistening, soft in its hood, close to hardening in the next few moments but Chan knows they'll be caught if he stays down any longer so he reluctantly pulls himself back up, slipping silently back into his seat beside the eldest. None of the members have noticed his movement. All immersed in conversation, ever so oblivious.
"...You're not kissing me after that until you brush your teeth," Woojin murmurs, face flushed, and Chan grins.
"Oh really?"
He can't resist slipping his hand back into Woojin's pants. He's still damp, with Chan's spit and the slightest hint of slick beginning to form.
"Yes," Woojin hisses, though ever so pliant in pushing his thighs apart. "Not everyone wants to taste their own piss, Chris."
Chan snorts.
"That rhymed."
Oh, how he loved watching Woojin fall apart. He shoves two fingers in his hole without warning and Woojin can't contain his gasp, pussy seizing around Chan's fingers when he doesn't hesitate to begin moving them.
That catches the attention of the other members. Jeongin turns, frowning a bit.
"What's wrong, hyung?" God, he's so innocent. Woojin is suffocating on his own breath as Chan keeps his face casual and innocent.
"Innie’s right. You look a little...flushed. You okay?" He cocks his head innocently and smirks slightly as Woojin gives him the most subtle of glares from the corner of his eye, but it doesn't have full effect considering Chan's two digits deep in his pussy.
"I'm fine, Innie. Just — Fuck ."
Chan had managed to slot in a third finger. Stretching his hole deliciously and pressing down on that sweet little spot inside him.
It's rare that Woojin curses. Jeongin's eyes widen in alarm, clueless and concerned, but Felix looks to be in thought, gazing deeply...
Chan can see the moment he puts the pieces together.
His jaw drops. Then he grins, which doesn't go unnoticed by Jisung who looks confused at being left out of the loop; Felix murmurs something in his ear and his eyes widen, a shit eating grin forming on his face.
Chan decides to have mercy on Woojin. Minho had caught on the second Jeongin looked back, Changbin gazing at them with a thinly veiled mixture of horror and disgust in his eyes while Hyunjin was near tears from holding back laughter behind his hand, Felix's shoulders shaking as he silently snickered by the window.
"I think Woojinie just isn't feeling too well after the show," Chan says tenderly, knowing Woojin wouldn't be able to get a word as Chan relentlessly abuses his sweet cunt. His breath is shaky, hand gripping the armrest on the car door for dear life as sweat sheens on his face. Oh, was Chan in for it the second they reached the dorms, but it would be worth it.
"Don't worry about him."
Jeongin looks at them a little longer. The other members haven't informed him of what he's missing and none of them look like they're going to; after a few moments he seems to buy the excuse, slowly turning back to the front.
Woojin exhales.
His cheeks are cherry red and Chan doesn't blame him. Seungmin is shaking his head, Felix and Jisung watching them and giggling like mad men as if it's the most entertaining thing they'd ever seen while Minho is silent but clearly enjoying the show. Chan would be red, too, if he were the one getting fingered in a crowded car.
Woojin's head goes back. His throat bobs, eyes flicking shut as his pussy clenches and gushes around Chan's fingers, soft walls pulsing. He's so tempted to leave him on edge just for the sake of humiliating him further but he's not that cruel and he's sure Woojin would scalp him if he pulled any more bullshit.
The elder was never particularly loud when he came. Quiet, just like his personality, hushed breaths or soft shaky moans. Chan can tell he tries to be gravely silent as his fingers thrust a final time but he can't quite swallow the low sigh that builds in his chest, going straight from his lips to Chan's dick.
He lets his finger stay for a few moments. Savoring the feeling of Woojin's warm cunt, pulsing around him.
Then he pulls them out. Allow the band of the sweats to slap against Woojin's stomach as he doesn't try to hide the slick and cum dripping from his fingers.
He makes sure the other members see how he licks them clean.
“I’m going…”
Woojin inhales through his teeth. He’s angry and Chan should fear for his life but he’s ridiculously turned on.
“...to kill you.”
Chan only grins. Puts his hand on Woojin’s thigh, not the least bit put off when Woojin harshly smacks it away.
“I’ll be looking forward to it.”
Woojin huffs. He turns to the window and doesn’t speak to any of them for the rest of the drive, purposely crossing his legs and scooting away from Chan. Oh, he was genuinely upset, a rare occurrence among the oldest.
He’s the first one out when they pull up to the dorms. Chan can’t even catch his wrist before he’s darting up the stairs, too fast for any of them to keep up.
Felix whistles. “You’re fucked, hyung.”
Fucked he was.