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“Fancy seeing you here, Mr. Choi.”

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Yeonjun’s steps come to a halt. He whips his head towards the direction of the sound and when his eyes land on an even more familiar face, the corners of his lips curl upwards.

“Fancy seeing you here, Mr. Kang.”

The sound of his heels tapping against the ground echoes within the vacant parking floor as he makes his way to his husband. Once he is within reach, Yeonjun doesn’t waste another second before he’s pressing Taehyun against the side of his car and capturing his lips with his own.

Taehyun gasps, but the sound is immediately swallowed by Yeonjun who uses the opportunity to explore Taehyun’s mouth with his tongue. It doesn’t take long before Taehyun is kissing him back just as fervently, fingers immediately carding through Yeonjun’s styled hair and messing it all up the way he knows Yeonjun likes. 

They pull away with heavy breaths against each other’s lips. Taehyun giggles, “Missed me that much, Mr. Choi?”

“Please, I only got to kiss you once this morning,” Yeonjun groans before he leaves a gentle peck on Taehyun’s lips. “Of course, I missed you.”

“Good,” Taehyun smiles. “Because I missed you too.” He kisses Yeonjun once and then removes himself from his husband’s hold. “But as much as I like kissing you, I’d rather have your tongue down my throat in a less public area.” 

Yeonjun watches as Taehyun gestures around the vacant parking floor. “This isn’t exactly the privacy I need for what I want to do to you,” Taehyun shrugs.

Oh? Yeonjun almost asks, but he pushes the question down his tongue and tells Taehyun instead, “I own this building, baby; no one can tell me what I should and shouldn’t do here.”

Taehyun rolls his eyes. “Yeah, but that’s exactly why you , of all people, shouldn’t be doing stuff that can be deemed indecent in a location where others might see.”

“But—”

“Shh.” Taehyun places one of his fingers atop Yeonjun’s lips, effectively shutting him up. “Enough kissing here. You can kiss me as much as you’d like at home. Come on.” 

Yeonjun stands there dumbfounded until Taehyun urges him again to unlock the car. He watches as Taehyun gets into the passenger seat. 

“Are you just going to stand there or are you gonna drive us home?” Taehyun calls out before he closes the car door.

Finally shaking himself out of the trance he didn’t even realize he was in, Yeonjun walks over to the other side of the car and gets in. 

Almost immediately, his tie is being tugged towards the direction of the other person inside the car, his mouth meeting a familiar pair of plush lips again. Yeonjun lets out a gasp in surprise.

Taehyun pulls away slightly only to lean in again, but much to Yeonjun’s chagrin, Taehyun’s lips don’t brush against his own this time. Instead, his breath fans over Yeonjun’s ears, the words spilling out of Taehyun’s mouth making Yeonjun’s skin heat up. 

When Taehyun finishes whispering his plans for tonight, he moves himself away from Yeonjun, eyes widening innocently at his husband. “So if you want me to do all that, you’re gonna drive us home quickly but safely, you understand?” 

Taehyun has the gall to smile cutely at him like he didn’t just tell Yeonjun of all the things he’s going to do when they get home, like he didn’t just cause all the blood in Yeonjun’s body to rush south. 

With a groan, Yeonjun buckles his seatbelt and starts the car. He swallows the lump that forms in his throat and loosens the tie around his neck to help soothe the heat brought forth by his very lovely husband. 

They sit in silence as Yeonjun drives, but the world around them is providing a soundtrack of the bustling crowd on a Friday night in Seoul. Upon stopping by a red light, Yeonjun lets his eyes flitter towards the man seated beside him. It is only then that Yeonjun notices what Taehyun is wearing.

“Oh my fucking God, Kang Taehyun ,” Yeonjun groans. He inhales deeply as he takes in the sight of his husband. “Are you wearing a skirt ?” 

Taehyun, seemingly brattier than usual, rolls his eyes. “It took you this long to notice? I’ve been sitting here all night.” 

“Well sue me for being distracted by a certain someone tugging on my tie and whispering dirty things into my ear.”

“Coming from someone whose form of greeting is a tongue down his husband’s throat.” 

“Yah! You said you liked my tongue down your throat!” 

Taehyun winks. “Never said I didn’t.” 

Yeonjun reaches out to move the fabric of Taehyun’s coat slightly away from his thigh so his palm could splay on his husband’s bare skin. He feels Taehyun shiver at the light touch but Taehyun immediately pretends it doesn’t do anything to him. 

Huh , Yeonjun thinks. So this is the game he wants to play tonight.

The light turns green and Yeonjun continues to drive with his hand still on Taehyun, fingers moving closer to the inside of his thigh. He hears a soft gasp and it brings a satisfied smile on his lips. It’s so easy to rile Taehyun up—the perfect amount of sensitive only for Yeonjun to break. 

But just as Yeonjun was beginning to have his fun with him, Taehyun is quick to turn the tables. He intertwines their fingers together before he gets Yeonjun’s hand off of him and then proceeds to place his own palm atop Yeonjun’s clothed thigh.

“Eyes on the road and hands on the wheel . . .” Taehyun trails off. From his peripheral vision, Yeonjun notices one of the corners of Taehyun’s lips curl upwards as he finishes his sentence. “ Sir .”

A lump swiftly forms inside Yeonjun’s throat again. The combination of Taehyun’s touch and his voice dropping an octave to utter that word has him a little dizzy but he tries to get himself out of it. He can’t afford to lose focus when he’s supposed to be driving them home quickly and safely (like what Taehyun demanded). 

He seems to be faring well with the challenge for the following moments, and Taehyun didn’t seem to want to distract Yeonjun either. He simply lets his hand remain on Yeonjun, only giving his thigh a squeeze every now and then. 

Just as they are about to turn to an almost empty road on their way home, droplets of rain begin sliding down the glass in front of Yeonjun. He states the obvious, “It’s raining.”

“Yeah no shit, Sherlock,” Taehyun replies. 

Yeonjun turns to him with an eyebrow raised. Taehyun’s been bratty since he got inside the car but Yeonjun resists the urge to call him out. He’ll be dealt with later anyway.

For now, he decides to continue driving. He turns the windshield wiper on at the same time Taehyun’s hand slowly inches upwards. Yeonjun swallows again, something he finds himself to be doing a lot tonight. He curses lowly under his breath. 

Taehyun’s fingers are moving towards an extremely dangerous place and it’s taking Yeonjun’s entire willpower to sit through it without veering his attention away from the road ahead of him. 

“Oh, it’s getting harder,” Taehyun points out. 

Yeonjun groans as Taehyun’s hand settles on the uppermost part of his thigh. “Yeah. It is.”

Taehyun swivels his head towards Yeonjun, confusion etched on his face. Yeonjun bucks his hips a little and Taehyun’s gaze lands on his crotch area. It was as if a light bulb flickers to life with the way Taehyun gasps at the realization.

“Oh,” Taehyun murmurs. Then, he moves his eyes back up to Yeonjun’s face before scoffing. “I meant the rain, hyung. The rain’s getting harder.” 

“The rain’s not the only one,” Yeonjun mutters to himself. 

“I heard that,” Taehyun giggles as his hand begins moving again. This time, his actions have clear intent. His palm rests atop the zipper of Yeonjun’s pants, fingers leaving ghostly touches on the fabric. He pauses his movements before he calls out, “Hey, hyung?”

Yeonjun grunts, “What?” 

He expects Taehyun to tease him about how easy it is to make him hard, but Yeonjun gets a pleasant surprise when Taehyun asks him a question instead. “Do you want to pull over?”

“What?” Yeonjun says again. A thought pops into his head at the suggestion. “Oh, are you gonna do something about this?” He then points his chin downwards to clarify what he’s pertaining to.

“What?” Taehyun utters, and it’s kinda funny how they’re repeating the same word to each other. “Wait, no! That’s not what I meant!”

He groans at Yeonjun’s assumption, but still proceeds to continue explaining. “It’s just that the rain is getting harder and it might not be too safe to drive in this weather. If you want, we can pull over for a bit and then drive again when it isn’t raining as hard anymore.”

“Oh.” Yeonjun feels his face heat up in embarrassment. To avoid further humiliation, he just moves the car and parks it in an empty picnic area. He stops the engine, and once the roar of the motor comes to a halt, only the sound of the rain pouring outside fills the air between them.

Taehyun lifts his hand away from where it was settled on earlier to unbuckle his seatbelt. Before Yeonjun could ask any questions, Taehyun is already moving himself to the backseat. How a man built with those limbs could make that action look so easy is beyond Yeonjun, but he watches with amusement and fondness anyway.

As if he wasn’t responsible for the hard-on Yeonjun has right now, Taehyun beams at him from where he’s seated. He pats the space next to him, showing off his canines as he says, “Come here, hyungie. We can cuddle while we wait for the rain to calm down.” 

Despite the uncomfortableness in between his thighs, Yeonjun still finds Taehyun endearingly cute. That’s his baby, alright.

He imitates the way he saw Taehyun do it earlier and it didn’t take too long for him to settle next to his husband. As soon as he’s within reach, Taehyun rests his head on Yeonjun’s shoulder. He then decides to nuzzle his face into Yeonjun’s side, arms wrapping around his waist as he does so. And it’s so soft—so fucking soft that Yeonjun almost forgets how much of a menace Taehyun could be. 

“Missed you,” Taehyun murmurs into Yeonjun’s bicep. He inhales deeply and leaves a kiss on his arm before he places his chin on Yeonjun’s shoulder. 

It’s an awkward angle, but Yeonjun still leans forward a little to plant a kiss on Taehyun’s forehead. “Missed you too, baby. I promise we’ll get more time together again once our latest project is already launched.”

Taehyun hums, turning his face sidewards so his cheek could lean against Yeonjun’s shoulder again. He removes his arms around Yeonjun’s waist and absentmindedly, he intertwines their fingers atop Yeonjun’s thigh. Yeonjun squeezes his hand three times. 

It was quiet after that, save for the downpour still raging outside. 

Yeonjun breaks the silence, “It’s your day off, right? Did you go shopping?”

“Yeah,” Taehyun replies. “Got this skirt today too. The rest of my new stuff is in there.” He points at the bags that Yeonjun only notices are lined up on one side of the backseat.

“When did you put that there?”

“Earlier, when you were too busy standing like an idiot outside your own car.” 

Yeonjun disregards the comment, but he adds it to the list of things bratty Taehyun has done and said tonight. It’ll come in handy when he decides how to deal with his attitude later. 

“Why’d you stop by the office, by the way? Didn’t you bring your car?” Yeonjun asks instead.

Taehyun removes his head from where it was nestled into and pouts at Yeonjun. “Am I not allowed to see my husband?”

“You could’ve come up though. You didn’t have to wait on the parking floor like you don’t want anyone to see us.” 

“Yeah, but I’m not in the mood for small talk with the people who work with you. No offense to them; they’re lovely people, but I’ve had way too many of those already when I shopped today, alright? I no longer have the energy to deal with people. Just want you now.” 

A smile makes its way to Yeonjun’s face. “Just me, huh?” 

“Just you.” 

Yeonjun tilts his head to the side, taking in Taehyun’s appearance. It’s dark inside the car, save for the hint of light coming from the streetlamp near the spot where Yeonjun parked, but it’s enough to help Yeonjun see the entirety of Taehyun’s outfit. 

He’s wearing a black button down which is a little loose on his frame but a black skirt tucking his top in accentuates the tininess of his waist. The garment falls above his knees, and a pair of black stockings hug almost the entirety of his legs. He’s also wearing some heeled boots, the type Yeonjun would typically wear when he goes out on his off days. Taehyun is donning a coat, which hid his outfit when Yeonjun first saw him tonight, and Yeonjun has the sudden urge to take it off of him so he could fully admire what Taehyun is wearing underneath it.

Taehyun untangles their fingers before he speaks. “Like what you see?” he teases as he lifts one of his boots up to his knees and begins untying the laces. 

“What are you doing?” Yeonjun questions.

“Removing my boots, duh.”

“Yeah, I see that. But why?”

“Well, they’re very pretty but they’re also killing my feet so I want them off now.”

“And you’re taking them off inside the car?”

“Should I get out and untie them in the rain then?” 

“No, that’s not what I—” Yeonjun gives up reasoning with Taehyun. It’s Taehyun. He can’t really win against the logic of his husband so he just watches as Taehyun loosens the undeniably tight knots of his boots. 

As Yeonjun looks, his hand lands on Taehyun’s thigh above the skirt. He rubs his palm up and down the surface, feeling the fabric under his fingertips. 

“You look so pretty in this skirt, by the way,” Yeonjun says. He meets Taehyun’s eyes as he continues. “Can’t wait to fuck you in it.” 

It elicits a reaction from him, Yeonjun knows, but Taehyun doesn’t show any of it to him. Instead, Taehyun raises an eyebrow. “Is that what I am to you? Just a pretty thing to fuck?” 

And something about his tone makes Yeonjun finally snap. Taehyun’s been bratty enough tonight. 

Just as Taehyun was shrugging off his coat (for reasons Yeonjun really doesn’t know but is absolutely thankful for because now he can see Taehyun’s attire in all its glory), Yeonjun uses his other hand to touch Taehyun’s waist, slowly inching upwards. His fingers move across Taehyun’s torso before they settle around his jaw. He tightens his grip around it slightly. 

“But you are a pretty thing, aren’t you?” 

Yeonjun leans forward, breath almost fanning against Taehyun’s now parted lips. “And I’m the only one who can fuck you, right? What, do you let others do this to you, hm?” 

Taehyun drops his coat beside him. Yeonjun sees him swallow, but instead of succumbing to him, Taehyun just rolls his eyes. “Aren’t you being a little too possessive, sir ?” 

“Hmm, still being a brat, I see,” Yeonjun murmurs. “Guess I need to do something about that.” 

One of Yeonjun’s hands snakes around Taehyun’s waist while the one on his jaw makes its way behind his head. He grips Taehyun’s hair tightly, forcing him to expose his neck before he tugs him closer to his body. Taehyun gasps, but Yeonjun barely gives him a chance to react further because soon he’s attaching his lips on the expanse of Taehyun’s throat.

Yeonjun wastes no time latching onto his skin, mouth sucking and biting and licking as if Taehyun’s neck is a goddamn meal and he’s fucking starved. His lips move near the spot where Taehyun is the most sensitive and once he starts nipping on that area, small noises spill from the man beneath him. Taehyun’s hand is holding onto Yeonjun’s bicep, his fingers tightening around it every time Yeonjun blows on a fresh hickey he just left on Taehyun’s neck.

When he finally deems that he’s marked Taehyun up enough, Yeonjun pulls away. He revels in the way his husband already looks disheveled, neck littered with bruises in the shape of Yeonjun’s mouth. 

He plants a kiss on Taehyun’s unattended lips. “Are you done giving me attitude or do I need to fuck it out of you?” 

Taehyun’s eyes are glassy as he peers up at Yeonjun, a telltale sign of Yeonjun’s effect on him, but he still smiles at his husband. In a challenging manner, he replies. “I’d like to see you try.” 

That’s it.

Yeonjun moves himself away to remove his blazer from his shoulders. He discards it somewhere in the space beside him before his hand goes underneath Taehyun’s skirt. 

“Ah,” Taehyun lets out as Yeonjun begins pressing against his clothed cock, fingers teasing around the slightly wet patch in front. 

So fucking breakable, Yeonjun thinks. All for me to break.  

Yeonjun leans in to capture Taehyun’s lips in a heated kiss just as his hand moves further down. Taehyun’s thighs spread almost automatically when Yeonjun’s fingers dip closer to his hole. 

“Ah, hyungie,” Taehyun moans into Yeonjun’s mouth. 

Yeonjun immediately halts his movements. “Hyungie?” he echoes. “Thought you were gonna call me something else for tonight?”

“Wh—” Taehyun’s question gets cut off. Yeonjun’s hand is inside Taehyun’s underwear in no time, thumb already rubbing against his precum-slicked slit. 

“Oh fuck,” Taehyun immediately mewls. He gets louder when Yeonjun presses harder, his back arching off the leather seat. “Oh fuck, sir !”

A smug smile makes its way to Yeonjun’s lips. “That’s more like it.” 

It’s amusing (and arousing) to see Taehyun fall apart so quickly after he teased Yeonjun all night. Part of Yeonjun knows why Taehyun acted like that; of course he does, he’s been with him for almost a decade—he knows Taehyun like the back of his hand at this point. Still, it’s such an enjoyable sight to have Taehyun writhing beneath him. What’s even more fun is that Taehyun is letting Yeonjun do this to him, and that Yeonjun is allowed to break him to his liking. 

To his surprise, Taehyun’s hand reaches out for Yeonjun’s wrist inside his skirt, stopping whatever he was doing. What follows is less surprising though.

In a rough voice, Taehyun demands, “Fingers. Inside me. Now.” 

Yeonjun pulls out his hand and hums. “I don’t think you’re in any position to be making demands, princess.” 

Taehyun almost whines at the pet name, biting on his lip to stop any further noises from spilling out. And, oh hell no , Yeonjun is not letting that happen under his watch; he wants Taehyun to be loud tonight.

He uses his thumb to free Taehyun’s lip from his own teeth, pressing on its plumpness until his lips are parted. Then, he utters, “But what about your plans for tonight, hmm? You were pretty elaborate with the things you want to do when we get home.” 

“Fuck that,” Taehyun replies. “Fuck me now.”

Yeonjun raises an eyebrow. “And who said you can tell me what to do?”

Taehyun closes his eyes and breathes in, almost as if he’s frustrated with the way Yeonjun is acting, but Yeonjun knows better; Taehyun may act bratty and stubborn but it won’t be too long until he’s putty in Yeonjun’s arms. They’ve been in this situation far too many times for Yeonjun not to be aware of his husband’s tendencies.

When Taehyun exhales, he does it at the same time he opens his eyes, peering up at Yeonjun almost innocently. In a whiny voice, he says, “Please fuck me, sir. I promise I’ll be good.”

And it’s a part of an act—Taehyun pretending to finally succumb to Yeonjun’s wishes just to get what he wants. But it always works anyway, because Yeonjun is a weak man against the wily ways of one Kang Taehyun. He still gets what he wants at the end, however, when Taehyun’s act falls apart and he breaks under Yeonjun’s touch for real. 

Taehyun is already slowly crumbling, Yeonjun can feel it. It’s obvious in the way he lets out small noises that he doesn’t realize are escaping his lips—something he doesn’t really do when he’s still acting—and Yeonjun wants to hear him more. 

He wants Taehyun to get louder.

Leaning in to plant a gentle kiss on Taehyun’s mouth, Yeonjun lets his hand return underneath Taehyun’s skirt. He places his fingers on the waistband of Taehyun’s underwear, and in a whisper, he asks, “May I?” 

“Why are you even asking?” Taehyun whines. “Take it off me now, I want you.” 

Tsk . Guess Yeonjun will have to work twice as hard to fuck the attitude out of Taehyun tonight. 

He pushes the fabric down Taehyun’s still clothed leg and lets Taehyun kick it away once they pool around his ankles. Taehyun’s thighs part in anticipation while Yeonjun’s fingers inch their way up to Taehyun’s mouth. 

“Suck,” Yeonjun instructs.

Taehyun looks up at him in confusion. “But we have lube.”

“What?” Yeonjun asks. “No, we don’t.”

“Yes, we do.” Taehyun points at the paper bags lined up beside them in the backseat. “Check the smallest bag.” 

Yeonjun does, pulling out a new bottle of lube and a box of condoms from the bag. He turns his head back at Taehyun and raises an eyebrow. “Were you expecting this?”

“Well, I expected to have sex tonight, just not in this car,” Taehyun explains, and Yeonjun notices the hint of red painting his cheeks even in the dark. Cute. “So I bought those because I also wanted to restock at home. We were running out of stuff, you know?”

Before Yeonjun is aware of it, his lips are meeting Taehyun’s and Taehyun is kissing him back. And somehow, in the midst of it all, he manages to open the bottle of lube. He pulls away from Taehyun to squirt some on his fingers before he leans in again and murmurs against Taehyun’s mouth, “Ready?”

“I’m not a fucking virgin,” Taehyun says, but he moans like he’s one anyway. 

Yeonjun works his finger inside Taehyun until he’s inserted the entirety of it into him. Taehyun grabs Yeonjun’s face and lets their mouths meet again, hungrily devouring the other with their tongues. Yeonjun twists his wrist, which in turn makes Taehyun mewl against his lips.

“More,” Taehyun demands barely a few seconds later. Yeonjun obliges. Naturally.

He pulls away from Taehyun and adds another digit alongside his index finger just as he starts nipping on Taehyun’s jaw again. He mouths on the marks he’s already made earlier before he decides to decorate Taehyun’s neck with more. 

Yeonjun feels Taehyun’s hand gripping the fabric of his white dress shirt and he can’t help the groan that escapes him, causing a low vibration against Taehyun’s skin. 

“Oh God,” Taehyun croaks out. 

“The name’s Yeonjun, actually,” Yeonjun replies cheekily. 

Taehyun looks like he’s about to retort, his brattiness for tonight seemingly still inside his system, but Yeonjun doesn’t give him a chance to let whatever snarky remark he has tumble off his lips.

He pulls both of his fingers out before he’s slamming them back inside with a third one. Taehyun’s back arches deliciously as Yeonjun curls his fingers, knuckles brushing against that sweet spot that’s making Taehyun whine beautifully. 

The rain is still pouring outside, its sound almost drowning out the staccato of moans spilling from Taehyun’s lips echoing inside the car. Yeonjun looks down and catches sight of his wrist moving at a fast pace inside Taehyun’s skirt, and the noise he lets out adds to the ones Taehyun is already making. 

A symphony of pleasure.

“You were so confident teasing me all night,” Yeonjun starts, movements not faltering. “And yet you’re falling apart on just my fingers? Tsk.”

Taehyun whimpers, “F-fuck.” 

Yeonjun uses his thumb to press against Taehyun’s perineum as his fingers inside continue jabbing into Taehyun’s prostate. Taehyun mewls at the attention, almost shouting when Yeonjun’s thumb moves slightly upwards to touch his balls.

Taehyun’s hand flies out. He grips Yeonjun’s wrist and cries, “Stop. I’m close.” 

“Hm, and is that a bad thing?”

“Ah!” Taehyun holds onto Yeonjun tighter. “Please, please, please. I want to come on your cock, sir.”

His words make Yeonjun lose his rhythm for a brief second but it doesn’t take long before he’s twisting and turning his fingers inside Taehyun again, accurately punching against his sweet spot.

“Wanna come on my cock, huh?” 

Taehyun nods eagerly, hand still around Yeonjun’s wrist in a desperate attempt to prevent himself from coming undone. Yeonjun knows Taehyun has the power to actually pull Yeonjun’s hand away if he wants to as he’s the stronger one between them two, but Yeonjun also knows that he won’t do it. Despite being the one who’s physically tougher, Taehyun loves to crumble under Yeonjun’s touch. And Yeonjun, more than anything, loves breaking him. Which is why—

“You can come on my cock later, baby,” Yeonjun hums. “Do you like my fingers?”

“Yes, yes!” Damn, he’s an incoherent mess already. So needy, all for Yeonjun to satiate. 

“Then you can come from just this, right?”

Taehyun looks like he wants to disagree, but his breath is quickening and his grip on Yeonjun’s wrist has been loosened in favor of letting Yeonjun thrust his fingers into him. He tugs on his skirt a little, just enough to let his dick be free from the fabric, and then he’s moaning, pitch getting higher as he chants, “Ah, I’m gonna, I’m gonna, I’m gonna c—”

Yeonjun leans down before he could even think about it, taking Taehyun into his mouth in one go while he continues to fuck him with his fingers. He hears Taehyun gasp in surprise, his hair being held onto tightly to keep his head down as Taehyun comes. His lips tighten around his husband to please him as best as he could, feeling that familiar wet warmth in his mouth. 

He hears a muffled cry come from above him, followed by legs trying to close themselves around Yeonjun’s still moving hand. Yeonjun’s body is beginning to ache with the way he’s folded over Taehyun’s lap, but he waits until Taehyun finishes. It happens soon enough. 

“ Hyungie, ” Taehyun whimpers before he grips Yeonjun’s hair tighter to pull him off from his dick, his other hand moving to enclose around Yeonjun’s wrist and stop him from further hitting his prostate.

The fingers grasping Yeonjun’s locks move lower to clasp his shoulder instead, Taehyun’s other hand leaving imprints on the seat beneath him as he twitches and shivers from the aftershocks of his orgasm. Taehyun slumps against the back of the seat and pants,dropping both of his hands to his side and turning his head to look at Yeonjun with an unfocused gaze.

Yeonjun waits until Taehyun’s eyes clear a little before he leans in close enough for his husband to hear. Once he has Taehyun’s full attention on him, he swallows all the content in his mouth. The action elicits a whimper from Taehyun, and when Yeonjun sticks his tongue out as if to show there was nothing left, Taehyun whines louder. 

A low chuckle escapes Yeonjun at the reaction. He stretches his arm to pull Taehyun closer to him, and Taehyun immediately rests his head on Yeonjun’s shoulder.

“You’re fucking insane,” Taehyun exhales, still obviously trying to catch his breath. “What the fuck, hyung?” 

“Man, I thought you were gonna call me sir the entire night,” Yeonjun muses playfully. He wipes his unoccupied hand on his slacks before he tucks Taehyun’s hair behind his ear, trying to fix the mess it was after it matted to his forehead from their previous . . . activities.

A few minutes of silence pass, the only sound filling the vehicle is their breathing and the rain still pouring outside. Taehyun breaks the quiet as he sits up and looks at Yeonjun. “Wait, did you even—”

Then, his hand reaches over Yeonjun’s crotch. Yeonjun groans at the sudden touch. “Fuck, baby.” 

“You’re still—” Taehyun cuts himself off. “Okay, okay. Let me just . . .”

It takes him less than a second to plant himself on Yeonjun’s lap. It takes him less than that to lean in and capture Yeonjun’s lips in a kiss while he grinds his hips against Yeonjun’s clothed dick.

They moan simultaneously upon contact. 

Yeonjun darts his tongue out, which Taehyun immediately sucks into his mouth. Another moan echoes within the car but neither of them knows who let it out. (Neither of them seemed to care at that point either.)

When they pull away, a string of saliva connects them. And it should be disgusting (probably), but all it does is make Yeonjun tug Taehyun closer again, lips already reaching for his husband’s for the nth time that night. 

Yeonjun places one of his hands in between Taehyun’s shoulder blades while the other goes to wrap around his waist to keep him in place. He opens his eyes when he feels Taehyun retract himself from his mouth to veer his attention on his neck instead. Yeonjun lets him nip on his jaw, allowing Taehyun to mark him up the way he did him earlier.

For a brief second, Yeonjun catches sight of Taehyun on his lap through the rear view mirror of the car. And, oh, do they look good like this.

Taehyun’s sat prettily on him in his pretty skirt, with his pretty waist on display being accentuated further by the way Yeonjun has his arm around him. The contrast of Yeonjun’s hand across the fabric of Taehyun’s black button down shouldn’t be doing things to him, but it does. It also doesn’t help that Taehyun, with his pretty teeth and mouth and tongue, is devouring Yeonjun’s jaw and neck with so much fervor and all Yeonjun could see is his back. 

Yeonjun forces himself to pull Taehyun away from him. Taehyun whines, “Why are we stopping?” 

“You said you wanted to come on my cock, right? I’m just granting you your wish, princess.” 

Without any more complaints, Taehyun gets himself slightly on his knees to help Yeonjun unbutton his pants and lift his slacks off his legs along with whatever he’s wearing underneath. Yeonjun lets them pool by his feet.

He groans once his dick springs free from its constraints but his attention is immediately caught by Taehyun whose lips part at the sight, as if it’s the first time he’s seen it. Yeonjun almost scoffs.

Shaking himself out of his sudden reverie, Taehyun settles himself again on Yeonjun’s lap. His skirt brushes against Yeonjun’s dick as he does so and it almost sends Yeonjun to the edge. He holds himself back.

Taehyun returns to his line of sight with a condom in hand. When Yeonjun raises an eyebrow, Taehyun simply shrugs and says, “Don’t really want to come home with cum in my ass, thank you very much.”

“Good call.”

Yeonjun watches as Taehyun skillfully rolls it on him, fingers already familiar with the action from the amount of times he’s done it. And because they’ve been in this situation way too many times, Yeonjun should have known the thing Taehyun likes to do once the condom is already on him. 

Taehyun’s hand wraps around his dick to stroke it, and Yeonjun almost, almost , combusts. Without thinking twice, he tugs on his already loosened tie to completely remove it from his neck and immediately places Taehyun’s hands behind his back. Taehyun gasps in surprise, but it gets lost to Yeonjun as he focuses on looping his tie around both of Taehyun’s wrist and tying it into a knot that isn’t too tight to hurt him, but also isn’t too loose that he can easily break free. 

“Why the tie?” Taehyun whines. Yeonjun exhales when he finally settles his gaze on Taehyun again. His black bangs are matted to his forehead from the sweat on his skin. One of the buttons of his top has come undone, most likely from Yeonjun’s attack on his neck earlier, and his chest is slightly jutting out with the way his arms are positioned behind him. The highlight of it all is Taehyun’s dick peeking out from his skirt, almost to full hardness again like he didn’t just climax a few minutes ago. 

Yeonjun, despite the desperation to finally give himself some type of release, proceeds to tuck a strand of hair behind Taehyun’s ear once more, his finger carefully grazing his jaw before he positions his thumb and index finger on Taehyun’s chin. He pulls his face close to his own and says, “Because I didn’t say you could touch, darling.” 

He removes his hand from Taehyun’s face and reaches for the discarded bottle of lube from earlier. He squirts some of the liquid directly on his dick. Taehyun gasps at the same time it reaches Yeonjun and when Yeonjun looks up to check why, he sees Taehyun’s eyes simply trained on his cock, as if wanting to do it himself.

“You wanna touch, baby?” Yeonjun teases just as he closes the bottle to wrap his hand around himself and spread the lube.

Taehyun meets his gaze and with wide eyes, he nods eagerly. How cute.

“Too bad you can’t.”

Yeonjun places his clean hand on Taehyun’s hip, wiping the other one on his shirt before using it to finally guide Taehyun to his cock. When Taehyun leans in to get a kiss from him, Yeonjun pushes him slightly away to keep his distance. “No, I want to see you take every inch of me.” 

It’s not too much, not really. But Yeonjun knows how much Taehyun likes to be kissed whenever their intimate times get to this point, so it probably feels like a punishment to him. Which was Yeonjun’s intention. 

Tears suddenly pool at Taehyun’s eyes at the rejection and it makes Yeonjun almost take his statement back, but then again, he knows his husband, knows him too well, actually. This is turning him on the way it’s turning Yeonjun on, and the tears? That’s a telltale sign of pleasure from Taehyun during moments like this. 

And to amplify said pleasure, Yeonjun finally settles Taehyun right above his dick and watches Taehyun slowly sit himself down on it. Yeonjun keeps both of his hands on Taehyun’s waist, his gaze trained on his husband’s face since he can’t see much with Taehyun’s skirt obscuring his view from witnessing how he actually takes him in.

Taehyun’s eyes close in satisfaction, while Yeonjun groans at the feeling of Taehyun’s warmth around him. In a trance, Yeonjun stares as one corner of Taehyun’s lips curl upwards in a sort of delirious manner, like he’s too lost in the pleasure even though Yeonjun isn’t completely inside him yet. Yeonjun has to hold himself back a great deal just so he wouldn’t explode upon seeing that.

That smile on Taehyun’s lips doesn’t last too long though, as he eventually moans again with his eyebrows scrunched up while he drops himself lower on Yeonjun’s lap. Yeonjun suddenly wonders if Taehyun is even aware he grinned madly like that. 

Taehyun is moving so excruciatingly slow that Yeonjun almost thrusts upward just to fully feel Taehyun around him, but Taehyun must have read his mind because as soon as he’s halfway through, he only takes a single deep breath before he’s sliding down in one go.

Taehyun’s eyes open when his thighs finally make contact with Yeonjun’s. The sight of his glassy eyes and sticky lashes from unshed tears is enough to make Yeonjun place his hand at the back of his neck and pull him close. Taehyun sighs contentedly when their lips meet, probably feeling that kind of comfort he always craves through kisses. 

“Good boy,” Yeonjun murmurs against his mouth, one of his hands settling on Taehyun’s cheek. “Doing so well for me, princess.”

“Yeah?” 

Yeonjun hums. “Now show me how much you want it.” He leans back against the seat with both of his hands back on Taehyun’s hips to help him keep his balance. “Show me how much you want to come on my cock, lovely.” 

Taehyun begins gyrating his ass, moving his hips in circular motions and moaning softly with every tiny action. He keeps his eyes on Yeonjun as he lifts himself up a little before he presses back down. His lips part at the sensation, and Yeonjun watches with amazement as Taehyun starts to actually fuck himself on Yeonjun’s dick. 

“Ah, fuck, sir ,” Taehyun whines. The rain continues pouring outside in the same manner that moans continue pouring from Taehyun’s mouth. His head is now thrown back in pleasure, presenting his marked up neck to Yeonjun, and what kind of man would Yeonjun be if he gives it no attention?

He leans forward as his hands settle on the small of Taehyun’s back, keeping him balanced on his lap while simultaneously helping him lift himself up and down his cock. Yeonjun’s mouth latches itself on Taehyun’s exposed collarbones, lips sucking unceremoniously on whatever skin he can get his mouth on. 

Taehyun whimpers when Yeonjun bites down, but his movements don’t falter one bit; he’s still riding Yeonjun as best as he could like it’s his job to sit on his husband’s dick like this. Yeonjun groans against Taehyun’s neck, which causes Taehyun to mewl above him. 

One of Yeonjun’s arms wrap around Taehyun’s waist to pull him closer to his torso just as his other hand moves to unbutton his top further. Once Taehyun’s chest is visible, Yeonjun wastes no second before sucking on one of Taehyun’s nipples while his fingers rub against the other.

Taehyun gasps and pauses in his position. He writhes at the stimulation, seemingly wanting to get away from the amount of attention he’s getting but Yeonjun keeps him in place with the arm around his waist. 

Yeonjun pulls away slightly from Taehyun’s chest to look him in the eye. He twists Taehyun’s nipple as he asks, “Did I tell you to stop?”

Tears begin pooling at Taehyun’s eyes again when Yeonjun pinches his chest and a soft cry escapes his lips.

“I asked you a question, baby,” Yeonjun says. “Did I tell you to stop?” 

“N-no,” Taehyun sobs. 

“But you did, didn’t you?” Yeonjun twists his nipple once more before letting it go and leaning back against the seat. “Turn around.” 

Taehyun whines in protest. “No, I promise I’ll be good, please. I want to see you.” 

“I said turn around.” 

Despite his tone being commanding, Yeonjun still helps Taehyun lift himself up so he can turn around. He blatantly ignores the desperate noises spilling from Taehyun’s lips as he lets Taehyun plant his feet on the car floor. Yeonjun bends his husband slightly and positions him on his lap without entering him again.

Taehyun lets out a noise of complaint, but Yeonjun only reaches for his jaw, forcing him to stare at the rear view mirror. “I want you to look at yourself as you take me.” 

Then, he lets go. He raises Taehyun’s hips and pushes his skirt back a little so he could align himself to his hole before he’s letting the head breach Taehyun. Once he’s got the tip inside, he looks away for a bit to lean slightly to his side and watches as Taehyun’s lips part in pleasure through the small mirror in front of their bodies. 

Yeonjun’s eyes flit between the sight of Taehyun’s hole swallowing his cock with ease and the view of Taehyun reacting to everything. His eyes are shiny even in the dark and the noises spilling from his lips sounds like the prettiest harmony Yeonjun has ever heard in his life. He’s so fucking beautiful . Ethereal. And he’s all for Yeonjun to admire.

Taehyun lets out a loud moan when his ass meets Yeonjun’s hips for the second time that day, and he lets out an even louder sound when Yeonjun reaches around his body to keep his hands on his pecs, holding onto his chest as he begins to thrust upwards. 

It’s pretty easy to pinpoint when exactly Yeonjun hit that sweet spot inside Taehyun. Because as soon as Yeonjun starts moving, Taehyun keens . And his pitch gets higher and higher, his words getting more desperate and incoherent. Yeonjun sees a track of silver painting Taehyun’s cheeks through the small hint of light from the lamppost across them, and it makes him ram into Taehyun faster. 

“Oh fuck, fuck, sir!” Taehyun yells. Yeonjun can see him trying to free his bound wrists, but he fails. Feeling a little bad that his husband’s movements are restricted, Yeonjun uses one of his hands to hold onto Taehyun’s fingers that are erratically trying to grasp onto something from behind.

Taehyun cries louder at the touch, and Yeonjun assures him silently that he’s doing well by squeezing his fingers three times. It’s contrasting to the rough way he’s pounding into him, but it’s important to the both of them to communicate like this even when drowning in pleasure. It’s just a small thing really, but it’s the biggest foundation of their relationship—communication. It’s what’s kept them going for years, and quite frankly, why they’re still this excited to touch each other even after almost a decade of being together.

Once he knows Taehyun got the message, he holds onto one of Taehyun’s biceps while moving his other hand to do the same. Then he lifts Taehyun’s torso slightly before continuing to thrust into him. The new angle elicits a whimper from Taehyun, and Yeonjun watches through the rear view mirror as Taehyun struggles to keep his eyes open while tears are most likely blurring his eyesight. Yeonjun also notices how Taehyun’s mouth has stayed open as noises keep spilling from them. How pretty.

Yeonjun moves his gaze back in front of him, admiring the sight of Taehyun’s skirt pushed back a little. The black fabric is such a beautiful contrast to the skin of his ass, which is currently taking every single inch of him with practiced ease. And yet even though the slide is smooth, Taehyun still feels exceptionally tight around him. How that’s possible even when Yeonjun has already fucked him good with his fingers beforehand is beyond him.

“S-sir,” Taehyun croaks out, pulling Yeonjun out of his focus. 

Yeonjun meets his eyes through the mirror.  “Yes, baby?”

“I’m close.” 

Yeonjun immediately lifts Taehyun off his dick, causing Taehyun to whine at the sudden emptiness in his ass but Yeonjun is quick to turn him around again. He’s much quicker to settle Taehyun on his cock and rams upwards, pulling Taehyun’s face close to his as he does so.

Taehyun could only moan against his lips at the way everything happened so quickly. He groans into the kiss, tongue darting out to meet Yeonjun’s, and Yeonjun lets him. Drool drips down their chin as they make out sloppily, but neither seem to mind when they’re both so close to the edge. 

“Fuck, taking me so well, Taehyun-ah,” Yeonjun murmurs as his hands settle on Taehyun’s ass to lift him slightly while he thrusts upwards, keeping him steady in that position. “So pretty, so beautiful. All for me.” 

“All for you,” Taehyun replies. “Just for you, Yeonjun hyung, always for you.”

And even though Yeonjun may have liked being referred to differently tonight, the way his name rolls off Taehyun’s tongue will forever be his favorite way of being addressed by his husband. 

Taehyun plants a kiss on Yeonjun’s lips before he’s leaning back slightly. Yeonjun pushes Taehyun’s hips down to fill him up completely, and then they’re both coming. Neither of them knows who did it first, or if they actually did it together, but Yeonjun feels the shock of his orgasm hit him at the same time he feels Taehyun trembling in his lap. 

The moans they let out at once are contrasting yet similar. Taehyun whines as strings of cum shoot out of his cock and onto Yeonjun’s dress shirt while Yeonjun groans lowly as he fills up the condom inside Taehyun. Yeonjun tries to keep Taehyun steady, but Taehyun’s orgasms always leave him with shaking legs and high-pitched gasps. This time is no different.

Taehyun is still twitching slightly by the time Yeonjun pulls out. He rests his entire back against the seat just as Taehyun lurches forward, head falling atop Yeonjun’s shoulder. Taehyun mutters, “Can you untie me now? My arms kinda hurt.”

“Oh, fuck, sorry, my beloved,” Yeonjun apologizes. He immediately reaches for the tie around Taehyun’s wrists and undoes the knots. As soon as his arms are free, Taehyun places his hands on Yeonjun’s cheeks and leans in, capturing his lips in a tender kiss. Yeonjun kisses him back just as softly, the heat of their previous ministrations slowly dwindling down to calm and quiet. 

Taehyun pulls away slightly but he doesn’t let the space between their bodies increase as he wraps his arms around Yeonjun’s neck. He rests his cheek on Yeonjun’s shoulder and Yeonjun snakes his own arms around Taehyun’s waist. They stay like that for a few minutes, letting exhaustion take over their bodies as the rain outside begins calming down too. Great timing. 

“Hyunie?” Yeonjun calls out after a moment. 

“Hm?” is all Taehyun says as a reply. 

“We need to get home.” 

“Okay.”

“I need to drive.”

Taehyun stays where he is. “Hm.” 

“Baby,” Yeonjun tries again. He nudges Taehyun, but to no avail. “Babe, come on. Just get into the passenger seat and then you can nap all the way home, okay?” 

“No,” Taehyun murmurs. He nuzzles his face deeper into the crook of Yeonjun’s neck. “Want this. You.” 

Yeonjun’s heart softens. Taehyun must be really tired for him to act like this, but as much as Yeonjun loves to see Taehyun this clingy, they still need to get home. 

“Taehyun-ah,” Yeonjun says in a tone that he knows will always get Taehyun to obey. 

Taehyun sits up almost immediately but his lips are still formed into a pout. “Hyungie.” 

“Just get into the passenger seat, okay? That’s all you have to do. I promise.” 

“Fine,” Taehyun sighs and moves. Yeonjun pulls off the condom from his dick and winces before tying it up and putting it in one of the empty paper bags in the backseat for easier disposal later. He pulls his pants back up and zips it. He finishes up with the button and picks up Taehyun’s clothes before he finally sits himself on the driver’s seat beside his husband.

He is about to hand Taehyun his clothes until he realizes that Taehyun has barely managed to buckle his seatbelt before he’s fallen asleep against the car window. Yeonjun chuckles. He puts Taehyun’s clothes back in the backseat, deeming the distance between where they stopped and their home not that far and just allows Taehyun to sleep like that.

Yeonjun buckles Taehyun’s seatbelt for him. He buttons his top up as well before noticing the dampness across the shirt. He grabs a few tissues from the dashboard and wipes as much fluid as he can and does the same to the mess that is his own dress shirt. He puts the dirty tissues inside the same paper bag where he placed their stuff earlier.

Once he’s done cleaning up as much as he can, he turns the car engine back on. And with one last glance at his sleeping husband, Yeonjun begins driving the both of them home.