Oneshot // Don't Worry // Yesung x Kibum
Title: Don't Worry
Rating: R-NC-17
Pairing: Yebum
Length: 2,716 Words
Author's Note: Public blow job FTW :d
Don't Worry
Prompted by
nongttaengi:
4. KibumxYesung: Oh, okay, I have always wanted to read semi-public handjob, blowjob, or sex. I know it seems to be overdone, but has anyone ever written Yehbum/Kisung almost getting caught? Negative. Double points for getting caught by Eeteuk either during or after >D
“Oh, Kibummie, look at the cute puppies!” Yesung cried out like a five-year-old child, roughly grabbing Kibum’s wrist and dragging him to the window of the store they were passing. “Oh look at the one with the long fur and the black spots! He’s so adorable!” A five-year-old child on sugar at that.
“Jongwoon…” Kibum protested, but his protest wasn’t anything but words as he was pulled along to the different dogs along the window. He was tired from the flight to America, tired from not getting any sleep the night before, tired from Yesung’s hyper-ness that had plagued the rest of them since Eeteuk had accidentally made caffeinated coffee this morning.
“Jongwoon.” Eeteuk said more sternly from behind them, causing Yesung to turn around sharply. “We are here to pick up one thing for Hankyung and one thing only.” Eeteuk had volunteered to baby-sit his caffeinated dongsaeng so naturally he had dragged Kibum along to the mall with them. He figured it was only right because he and Yesung were dating, but it was Eeteuk’s fault he was like this.
“But Eeteuk, the puppies. The American puppies are so cute!”
“They look just like Korean puppies, Jongwoon. Get over it.” Eeteuk’s voice grew firmer and firmer by the minute along with Yesung’s grip on Kibum’s hand.
“Oh come on, Eeteuk! Can’t I just go look?!”
Eeteuk shook his head in response. “No. We need to get home as soon as possible.”
“Aw…Eeteuk…”
“No. Kibum, will you bring him along.” Kibum bit the inside of his lip as he looked at his boyfriend’s saddened expression of not being able to spend more time with the dogs -dogs were his favorite animal after all, and the more Kibum got to see a happy Yesung was more that Kibum was a happy Kibum- and forced himself to look away from his hyung’s eyes and pull Yesung reluctantly behind him.
This continued only a few yards until they reached another store, a jewelry store that seemed to have caught Yesung’s eye with all the pretty, shiny (not shinee) necklaces and especially the earrings. Kibum was convinced that earrings were Yesung’s favorite piece of jewelry if not clothing although his boyfriend had never actually spoken such words. “Eeteuk, please! I just want to look at the earrings! Look at the cute cross earrings and look! They have earrings with wings on them!” Yesung pointed out through the glass. “They would look really good on you!”
“No, Jongwoon. Stop asking.”
“Eeteuk…” Kibum spoke up, almost interrupting whatever scolding Eeteuk might have wanted to spout out next. “How about I just take him to these stores and you can find us later after you get what Hankyung needs. That way it won’t hinder you.” Eeteuk thought for a moment then sighed.
“Fine, just don’t leave this general area and I should be able to find you fairly easily and if I can’t, I call you to see where you are.” The eldest agreed, motioning to the surrounding hallway they were currently standing in as he turned to walk away. Kibum sighed, lightly rubbing the bridge of his nose under his glasses as he turned back to face Yesung, but the older boy was already in the store rampaging around through the “cute earrings”.
“Jongwoon…”
“Look at these! Aren’t they so cute! Do you think they’d look good on me?” Kibum looked around at the couple of girls in the store that were now staring, a slight blush creeping up his cheeks even if the girls didn’t have any idea what they were saying, before returning his gaze to the boy in front of him.
“Yes, Jongwoon. They’d look beautiful.”
“Do you really think so? I love them. I don’t know if I want to buy them, though. How much are they, Kibum?” Kibum swallowed and reluctantly took the piece of jewelry from his lover and turned it over to note the twenty-dollar price tag.
“They’re just over twenty thousand won.” He answered, handing the object back to Yesung who promptly put them back in the rack.
“Yeah, too expensive.”
“You’re only saying that because the rest of your earrings were given to you for free.”
“Yeah whatever. Let’s go explore.” Yesung suggested, a smile plastered on his face as he once again grabbed Kibum’s wrist, this time pulling him out of the store and across the hall to a small ice cream stand.
“Oh no, not the ice cream, Jongwoon, please?” Kibum half-pleaded. The last thing this boy needed was more sugar. Or maybe Kibum just didn’t want even fathom trying to put up with an even more hyper Yesung, much less actually putting up with a more hyper Yesung.
“Come on, Kibummie! I’ll buy you some too! What flavor do you want?”
“I don’t want any-”
“Oh well, your loss!” Yesung practically yelled as he quickened his pace toward the counter and before Kibum knew what was happening anymore, the older boy had returned to his side with a small bowl of what looked to be vanilla ice cream with pecans topping it. Kibum sighed, looking down at the ice cream Yesung was now happily eating away at then back up at Yesung.
“Fine, fine…you eat your ice cream. But I swear if you get anymore hy-” Yesung gasped, interrupting the rest of Kibum’s sentence, and pointed toward a small photo booth in the middle of the walk. “No…oh no…”
“Kibummie, please? Let’s go take pictures so we’ll have memories of us together in America!” The pleading look in Yesung’s eyes almost broke the younger boy’s heart and he sighed. He really needed to learn to say no sometimes…He felt Yesung once again take a hold of his wrist in his free hand and he reluctantly followed him to the booth, knowing the whole way there that this could only lead to a disaster.
Kibum sighed and leaned toward his boyfriend, resting his arm around Yesung’s shoulders as he tried to look decent and un-annoyed, if not slightly sexy, for the picture. It had taken them a few minutes to figure the machine, but when it rejected their dollar for the third time they realized it was because there was already money in it, so they decided to take what they were given and go for it. Kibum pushed the button for it to take the picture and watched Yesung do last second adjustment in his position in the picture as the countdown reached 2…1…and suddenly Kibum felt cold on his cheek.
He turned to stare at Yesung in disbelief as he went to wipe the ice cream off his face, but Yesung just smiled and caught Kibum’s hand. There was a glimmer in Yesung’s eyes that Kibum recognized all too well and wondered if this is what the back of his mind had been warning him about earlier. Yesung’s smile turned into a slight smirk and without saying anything, Yesung moved to sit on Kibum’s lap and the next thing Kibum felt, Yesung was kiss-licking the vanilla off his face. The soft countdown hit 1 again and Kibum saw the flash and wondered when exactly anyone had pushed the button again. “Jongwoon…” Kibum said, embarrassment softly lacing his voice as he realized exactly what it had taken a picture of. He pulled slightly away from the other boy, but Yesung didn’t stop.
“You know you like it, Kibum.” The older whispered seductively into Kibum’s ear before kissing it and starting a trail of kisses led by cold ice-cream covered fingers over Kibum’s jaw line and to his lips before taking them fully in his own. “Don’t even pretend you don’t.” And Kibum really didn’t mind, he loved Yesung, loved the way he touched him and loved the soft pressure of his kisses against his lips and pulse and throat and collarbone, and the ice cream was actually making it that much hotter, but…
“But…we’re in public…” Kibum tried to protest, again moving ever so slightly away from his boyfriend, but neither the action nor the words seemed to even phase the older boy. He supposed it didn’t help that he wasn’t really putting any feeling into his protesting, but the least Yesung could do was take consideration for his fear of being caught like this. Yesung’s fingers lifted Kibum’s chin a bit to kiss him again as his free hand found the front of Kibum’s jeans. A deep breath from the younger boy and a smirk from Yesung’s lips as Kibum leaned his head back to allow Yesung to slide his mouth over the pale skin of his neck easier like he knew he likes to. Kibum soon felt Yesung’s finger making ice cream dots on his chest just above the collar of his v-neck shirt, the other still massaging his groin and making him harder by the second. Somehow without Kibum knowing it, Yesung had pulled the shirt aside just enough to expose the younger boy’s left nipple, Yesung’s tongue swirling around the hard nub and pressing into it teasingly. A gasp and a slight moan escaped the back of Kibum’s throat just as the blinding light surrounded them again.
“But…but what about…what about Eeteuk…” Kibum barely got the words out before Yesung’s slid himself off Kibum’s lap, kneeling down in front of him and pressed his lips against the younger boy’s abdomen.
“Don’t worry, he won’t find us.” Kibum’s muscles tightened under the feel of his boyfriend’s warm breath against his exposed skin and he didn’t even bother trying to question when Yesung had undone his pants. He squirmed slightly; raising his hips against Yesung’s mouth as the kisses went lower and lower, making him anxious and slightly desperate for the physical contact to extend beneath his waistband. “Impatient today, aren’t you Kibummie?”
Kibum ran his hands through Yesung’s hair, pushing his head back and leaning down to press their lips together again. “Hyung, let me remind you again that we’re in public and I get nervous with PDA. So if you could just hurry up…” His voice took on a tone of pleading he hadn’t meant it to near the end and Yesung let out a small laugh and kissed him again before reaching his hand down into Kibum’s boxers. The fingers in Yesung’s hair tightened as the heat from his mouth surrounded Kibum’s erection and Kibum tilted his head back, his eyes closing tight. He didn’t even see the light flash for the final time. One of Yesung’s hands reached up, his fingers soft against the skin of Kibum’s chest as the elder teasingly played with his nipple again. Kibum’s breaths were getting short and he moved his feet to rest on Yesung’s legs, his toes curling in his shoes as he tried to suppress the small cry that came as Yesung’s free hand took the base of Kibum’s manhood and pumped in time with his mouth, his earrings softly hitting against the denim still covering Kibum’s thighs.
Not once did either of them pay any mind to the printing pictures.
“J-Jongwoon…” Kibum moaned softly into the older boy’s hair as he bent down, pressing his forehead against the top of Yesung’s head, his hands moving to the back of Yesung’s neck as he continued back and forth along Kibum’s now extremely hard erection. Kibum bit down on his bottom lip in an attempt to resist the urge to thrust his hips up into the warm wetness of his boyfriend’s mouth.
“Are you gonna finish already?” Yesung asked softly, placing a light kiss on the tip before leaning his head back take Kibum’s mouth, his hand still slowly stroking the younger boy. Kibum didn’t say anything as he sucked lightly on the tip of Yesung’s tongue. As much as he wished this would never end, he secretly wished it would soon because then they could stop and get out of here before anyone could find them.
Suddenly Yesung’s phone vibrated in his pocket under Kibum’s foot followed by a familiar ring tone. Yesung hurriedly pulled the device out of his pants, silencing it. “Who is it?”
“Eeteuk” The elder responded, glancing at the front screen.
“No…” Kibum groaned in disappointment with embarrassment still in his voice.
“Don’t worry, he won’t find us.” Yesung assured, rubbing the side of Kibum’s leg through his pants and pressing their lips together again before returning it to its place above his hand.
“But what if…” Yesung placed his free hand over Kibum’s mouth, lightly pressing his fingers into the other’s mouth.
“Don’t worry.” He whispered quickly before going back down on the younger boy, but Kibum couldn’t stop. He bit down on Yesung’s fingers, sucking them hard as he felt the heat start to pool in his abdomen and shut his eyes tight, leaning his head back to try and forget where they were. Forget that his boyfriend was giving him a blowjob in the middle of an American shopping mall where anyone could open the curtain and find them here like this. Heaven forbid they recognize them and go fangirl everywhere and take…oh god…take pictures. Which is exactly what they’d-
Kibum let out a small cry as Yesung pulled back with a particularly wonderful-feeling stroke of his tongue and he bent forward again, his boyfriend’s fingers still hooked on his lip, his fingers still holding tightly to Yesung’s hair. And then they both heard a loud gasp from just outside the booth, a gasp too familiar for comfort, a gasp that made Yesung stop what he was doing (much to Kibum’s displeasure, but the gasp had Kibum more worried and his mind quickly forget what was going on) followed shortly by the curtain opening ever so slightly and Eeteuk’s face poking through the open space.
Both Kibum and Yesung stared at their hyung, watching as he closed it then opened it again a second later and closed it again. Kibum felt his face flush what he was sure were at least twenty different shades of red as Yesung sighed, his breath warm against Kibum’s skin. “What are you guys doing?” They heard Eeteuk voice from outside the booth, disappointment obvious. “Can you imagine how much trouble we would have been in had anyone found you?”
“I suppose this means we stop?” Yesung asked under his breath to Kibum, the younger boy’s erection still in his hand. Kibum’s heart was racing faster with every one of Eeteuk’s words reminding him he was out there. He shook his head.
“Are you crazy? You think I’m going to last that much longer anyway? Just finish me off.” A smirk grew across Yesung’s lips as he licked the tip again, kissing it before Kibum practically pushed him down yet again, almost forcing him to move quicker this time and try and finish before Eeteuk stopped lecturing them on how they could have “ruined Super Junior’s image”.
Sure enough, Kibum felt the beautifully painful heat rise in his abdomen once again and he bit his lip to keep the sounds to himself as he thrust up into Yesung’s mouth which elicited the exact response he wanted. Yesung looked up at him, his pale face flushed from the heat not only emanating from Kibum’s own body, but the heat that Kibum knew Yesung was feeling in his body based on the reaction under his feet that were now resting on his boyfriend’s hips. The look of lust and passion and desire in Yesung’s dark eyes pushed Kibum over the edge. “Jongwoon…” He muttered as quietly as he could, attempting to restrain himself from thrusting forward too far as Yesung pulled back just enough to catch the warm fluid in his mouth without choking.
As Kibum finished, he sat up as Yesung pulled up and looked up at the younger boy, the white liquid slowly trickling down the right side of his mouth and Kibum barely contained himself as he grabbed the back of Yesung’s head again. Pulling him towards him to kiss him hard, his tongue licking the thick fluid off his lips. “I’ll take care of you later.”
“Do you guys understand? And you’d best be ready to leave because I’m coming in to get you now.” And neither of them paid any attention to their hyung as he opened the curtain yet again.
Rating: R-NC-17
Pairing: Yebum
Length: 2,716 Words
Author's Note: Public blow job FTW :d
Don't Worry
Prompted by
nongttaengi:
4. KibumxYesung: Oh, okay, I have always wanted to read semi-public handjob, blowjob, or sex. I know it seems to be overdone, but has anyone ever written Yehbum/Kisung almost getting caught? Negative. Double points for getting caught by Eeteuk either during or after >D
“Oh, Kibummie, look at the cute puppies!” Yesung cried out like a five-year-old child, roughly grabbing Kibum’s wrist and dragging him to the window of the store they were passing. “Oh look at the one with the long fur and the black spots! He’s so adorable!” A five-year-old child on sugar at that.
“Jongwoon…” Kibum protested, but his protest wasn’t anything but words as he was pulled along to the different dogs along the window. He was tired from the flight to America, tired from not getting any sleep the night before, tired from Yesung’s hyper-ness that had plagued the rest of them since Eeteuk had accidentally made caffeinated coffee this morning.
“Jongwoon.” Eeteuk said more sternly from behind them, causing Yesung to turn around sharply. “We are here to pick up one thing for Hankyung and one thing only.” Eeteuk had volunteered to baby-sit his caffeinated dongsaeng so naturally he had dragged Kibum along to the mall with them. He figured it was only right because he and Yesung were dating, but it was Eeteuk’s fault he was like this.
“But Eeteuk, the puppies. The American puppies are so cute!”
“They look just like Korean puppies, Jongwoon. Get over it.” Eeteuk’s voice grew firmer and firmer by the minute along with Yesung’s grip on Kibum’s hand.
“Oh come on, Eeteuk! Can’t I just go look?!”
Eeteuk shook his head in response. “No. We need to get home as soon as possible.”
“Aw…Eeteuk…”
“No. Kibum, will you bring him along.” Kibum bit the inside of his lip as he looked at his boyfriend’s saddened expression of not being able to spend more time with the dogs -dogs were his favorite animal after all, and the more Kibum got to see a happy Yesung was more that Kibum was a happy Kibum- and forced himself to look away from his hyung’s eyes and pull Yesung reluctantly behind him.
This continued only a few yards until they reached another store, a jewelry store that seemed to have caught Yesung’s eye with all the pretty, shiny (not shinee) necklaces and especially the earrings. Kibum was convinced that earrings were Yesung’s favorite piece of jewelry if not clothing although his boyfriend had never actually spoken such words. “Eeteuk, please! I just want to look at the earrings! Look at the cute cross earrings and look! They have earrings with wings on them!” Yesung pointed out through the glass. “They would look really good on you!”
“No, Jongwoon. Stop asking.”
“Eeteuk…” Kibum spoke up, almost interrupting whatever scolding Eeteuk might have wanted to spout out next. “How about I just take him to these stores and you can find us later after you get what Hankyung needs. That way it won’t hinder you.” Eeteuk thought for a moment then sighed.
“Fine, just don’t leave this general area and I should be able to find you fairly easily and if I can’t, I call you to see where you are.” The eldest agreed, motioning to the surrounding hallway they were currently standing in as he turned to walk away. Kibum sighed, lightly rubbing the bridge of his nose under his glasses as he turned back to face Yesung, but the older boy was already in the store rampaging around through the “cute earrings”.
“Jongwoon…”
“Look at these! Aren’t they so cute! Do you think they’d look good on me?” Kibum looked around at the couple of girls in the store that were now staring, a slight blush creeping up his cheeks even if the girls didn’t have any idea what they were saying, before returning his gaze to the boy in front of him.
“Yes, Jongwoon. They’d look beautiful.”
“Do you really think so? I love them. I don’t know if I want to buy them, though. How much are they, Kibum?” Kibum swallowed and reluctantly took the piece of jewelry from his lover and turned it over to note the twenty-dollar price tag.
“They’re just over twenty thousand won.” He answered, handing the object back to Yesung who promptly put them back in the rack.
“Yeah, too expensive.”
“You’re only saying that because the rest of your earrings were given to you for free.”
“Yeah whatever. Let’s go explore.” Yesung suggested, a smile plastered on his face as he once again grabbed Kibum’s wrist, this time pulling him out of the store and across the hall to a small ice cream stand.
“Oh no, not the ice cream, Jongwoon, please?” Kibum half-pleaded. The last thing this boy needed was more sugar. Or maybe Kibum just didn’t want even fathom trying to put up with an even more hyper Yesung, much less actually putting up with a more hyper Yesung.
“Come on, Kibummie! I’ll buy you some too! What flavor do you want?”
“I don’t want any-”
“Oh well, your loss!” Yesung practically yelled as he quickened his pace toward the counter and before Kibum knew what was happening anymore, the older boy had returned to his side with a small bowl of what looked to be vanilla ice cream with pecans topping it. Kibum sighed, looking down at the ice cream Yesung was now happily eating away at then back up at Yesung.
“Fine, fine…you eat your ice cream. But I swear if you get anymore hy-” Yesung gasped, interrupting the rest of Kibum’s sentence, and pointed toward a small photo booth in the middle of the walk. “No…oh no…”
“Kibummie, please? Let’s go take pictures so we’ll have memories of us together in America!” The pleading look in Yesung’s eyes almost broke the younger boy’s heart and he sighed. He really needed to learn to say no sometimes…He felt Yesung once again take a hold of his wrist in his free hand and he reluctantly followed him to the booth, knowing the whole way there that this could only lead to a disaster.
Kibum sighed and leaned toward his boyfriend, resting his arm around Yesung’s shoulders as he tried to look decent and un-annoyed, if not slightly sexy, for the picture. It had taken them a few minutes to figure the machine, but when it rejected their dollar for the third time they realized it was because there was already money in it, so they decided to take what they were given and go for it. Kibum pushed the button for it to take the picture and watched Yesung do last second adjustment in his position in the picture as the countdown reached 2…1…and suddenly Kibum felt cold on his cheek.
He turned to stare at Yesung in disbelief as he went to wipe the ice cream off his face, but Yesung just smiled and caught Kibum’s hand. There was a glimmer in Yesung’s eyes that Kibum recognized all too well and wondered if this is what the back of his mind had been warning him about earlier. Yesung’s smile turned into a slight smirk and without saying anything, Yesung moved to sit on Kibum’s lap and the next thing Kibum felt, Yesung was kiss-licking the vanilla off his face. The soft countdown hit 1 again and Kibum saw the flash and wondered when exactly anyone had pushed the button again. “Jongwoon…” Kibum said, embarrassment softly lacing his voice as he realized exactly what it had taken a picture of. He pulled slightly away from the other boy, but Yesung didn’t stop.
“You know you like it, Kibum.” The older whispered seductively into Kibum’s ear before kissing it and starting a trail of kisses led by cold ice-cream covered fingers over Kibum’s jaw line and to his lips before taking them fully in his own. “Don’t even pretend you don’t.” And Kibum really didn’t mind, he loved Yesung, loved the way he touched him and loved the soft pressure of his kisses against his lips and pulse and throat and collarbone, and the ice cream was actually making it that much hotter, but…
“But…we’re in public…” Kibum tried to protest, again moving ever so slightly away from his boyfriend, but neither the action nor the words seemed to even phase the older boy. He supposed it didn’t help that he wasn’t really putting any feeling into his protesting, but the least Yesung could do was take consideration for his fear of being caught like this. Yesung’s fingers lifted Kibum’s chin a bit to kiss him again as his free hand found the front of Kibum’s jeans. A deep breath from the younger boy and a smirk from Yesung’s lips as Kibum leaned his head back to allow Yesung to slide his mouth over the pale skin of his neck easier like he knew he likes to. Kibum soon felt Yesung’s finger making ice cream dots on his chest just above the collar of his v-neck shirt, the other still massaging his groin and making him harder by the second. Somehow without Kibum knowing it, Yesung had pulled the shirt aside just enough to expose the younger boy’s left nipple, Yesung’s tongue swirling around the hard nub and pressing into it teasingly. A gasp and a slight moan escaped the back of Kibum’s throat just as the blinding light surrounded them again.
“But…but what about…what about Eeteuk…” Kibum barely got the words out before Yesung’s slid himself off Kibum’s lap, kneeling down in front of him and pressed his lips against the younger boy’s abdomen.
“Don’t worry, he won’t find us.” Kibum’s muscles tightened under the feel of his boyfriend’s warm breath against his exposed skin and he didn’t even bother trying to question when Yesung had undone his pants. He squirmed slightly; raising his hips against Yesung’s mouth as the kisses went lower and lower, making him anxious and slightly desperate for the physical contact to extend beneath his waistband. “Impatient today, aren’t you Kibummie?”
Kibum ran his hands through Yesung’s hair, pushing his head back and leaning down to press their lips together again. “Hyung, let me remind you again that we’re in public and I get nervous with PDA. So if you could just hurry up…” His voice took on a tone of pleading he hadn’t meant it to near the end and Yesung let out a small laugh and kissed him again before reaching his hand down into Kibum’s boxers. The fingers in Yesung’s hair tightened as the heat from his mouth surrounded Kibum’s erection and Kibum tilted his head back, his eyes closing tight. He didn’t even see the light flash for the final time. One of Yesung’s hands reached up, his fingers soft against the skin of Kibum’s chest as the elder teasingly played with his nipple again. Kibum’s breaths were getting short and he moved his feet to rest on Yesung’s legs, his toes curling in his shoes as he tried to suppress the small cry that came as Yesung’s free hand took the base of Kibum’s manhood and pumped in time with his mouth, his earrings softly hitting against the denim still covering Kibum’s thighs.
Not once did either of them pay any mind to the printing pictures.
“J-Jongwoon…” Kibum moaned softly into the older boy’s hair as he bent down, pressing his forehead against the top of Yesung’s head, his hands moving to the back of Yesung’s neck as he continued back and forth along Kibum’s now extremely hard erection. Kibum bit down on his bottom lip in an attempt to resist the urge to thrust his hips up into the warm wetness of his boyfriend’s mouth.
“Are you gonna finish already?” Yesung asked softly, placing a light kiss on the tip before leaning his head back take Kibum’s mouth, his hand still slowly stroking the younger boy. Kibum didn’t say anything as he sucked lightly on the tip of Yesung’s tongue. As much as he wished this would never end, he secretly wished it would soon because then they could stop and get out of here before anyone could find them.
Suddenly Yesung’s phone vibrated in his pocket under Kibum’s foot followed by a familiar ring tone. Yesung hurriedly pulled the device out of his pants, silencing it. “Who is it?”
“Eeteuk” The elder responded, glancing at the front screen.
“No…” Kibum groaned in disappointment with embarrassment still in his voice.
“Don’t worry, he won’t find us.” Yesung assured, rubbing the side of Kibum’s leg through his pants and pressing their lips together again before returning it to its place above his hand.
“But what if…” Yesung placed his free hand over Kibum’s mouth, lightly pressing his fingers into the other’s mouth.
“Don’t worry.” He whispered quickly before going back down on the younger boy, but Kibum couldn’t stop. He bit down on Yesung’s fingers, sucking them hard as he felt the heat start to pool in his abdomen and shut his eyes tight, leaning his head back to try and forget where they were. Forget that his boyfriend was giving him a blowjob in the middle of an American shopping mall where anyone could open the curtain and find them here like this. Heaven forbid they recognize them and go fangirl everywhere and take…oh god…take pictures. Which is exactly what they’d-
Kibum let out a small cry as Yesung pulled back with a particularly wonderful-feeling stroke of his tongue and he bent forward again, his boyfriend’s fingers still hooked on his lip, his fingers still holding tightly to Yesung’s hair. And then they both heard a loud gasp from just outside the booth, a gasp too familiar for comfort, a gasp that made Yesung stop what he was doing (much to Kibum’s displeasure, but the gasp had Kibum more worried and his mind quickly forget what was going on) followed shortly by the curtain opening ever so slightly and Eeteuk’s face poking through the open space.
Both Kibum and Yesung stared at their hyung, watching as he closed it then opened it again a second later and closed it again. Kibum felt his face flush what he was sure were at least twenty different shades of red as Yesung sighed, his breath warm against Kibum’s skin. “What are you guys doing?” They heard Eeteuk voice from outside the booth, disappointment obvious. “Can you imagine how much trouble we would have been in had anyone found you?”
“I suppose this means we stop?” Yesung asked under his breath to Kibum, the younger boy’s erection still in his hand. Kibum’s heart was racing faster with every one of Eeteuk’s words reminding him he was out there. He shook his head.
“Are you crazy? You think I’m going to last that much longer anyway? Just finish me off.” A smirk grew across Yesung’s lips as he licked the tip again, kissing it before Kibum practically pushed him down yet again, almost forcing him to move quicker this time and try and finish before Eeteuk stopped lecturing them on how they could have “ruined Super Junior’s image”.
Sure enough, Kibum felt the beautifully painful heat rise in his abdomen once again and he bit his lip to keep the sounds to himself as he thrust up into Yesung’s mouth which elicited the exact response he wanted. Yesung looked up at him, his pale face flushed from the heat not only emanating from Kibum’s own body, but the heat that Kibum knew Yesung was feeling in his body based on the reaction under his feet that were now resting on his boyfriend’s hips. The look of lust and passion and desire in Yesung’s dark eyes pushed Kibum over the edge. “Jongwoon…” He muttered as quietly as he could, attempting to restrain himself from thrusting forward too far as Yesung pulled back just enough to catch the warm fluid in his mouth without choking.
As Kibum finished, he sat up as Yesung pulled up and looked up at the younger boy, the white liquid slowly trickling down the right side of his mouth and Kibum barely contained himself as he grabbed the back of Yesung’s head again. Pulling him towards him to kiss him hard, his tongue licking the thick fluid off his lips. “I’ll take care of you later.”
“Do you guys understand? And you’d best be ready to leave because I’m coming in to get you now.” And neither of them paid any attention to their hyung as he opened the curtain yet again.