[Series] 6 Months 06/70
06
Yoochun moans as Changmin sucks at his neck, shifting heatedly against him. His fingers dig into him when he bites down on his skin and Changmin looks up to find the cab driver watching them.
"Mind your own fucking business," he kicks at his seat and Yoochun squirms restlessly.
"Fuck me," he begs through the whisper of his voice and licks at Changmin's ear.
Changmin's hand is already at his jeans, pressing into his erection. Yoochun whimpers as his own hands fumble for the snap of Changmin's pants.
In a rush that has them shuffling and bumping around in the back seat, Yoochun clenches his eyes closed and bites his lip when Changmin presses into him.
"Oh, fuck," he moans and Changmin thrusts up with intention. Yoochun gasps and presses his hands on the roof of the car as he moves above him.
"Hey!" The cab driver yells in his broken English but Changmin's far too busy concentrating on making Yoochun come.
He grips his hips and thrusts in again with a low groan, his head falling back against the seat as he moves in and out, faster and sharper until Yoochun's calling his name over the loud cries of the driver.
"Fuck, Yoochun," Changmin wheezes as he wraps his hand around his cock and pumps up slowly. Yoochun cries out when he shifts his hips and he knows he's hit that perfect spot.
"No fucking!" the driver comes to a stop as Yoochun nears his orgasm.
"Come," he licks his neck and Yoochun grips one hand on his shoulder, the other sliding down the slick window, steamed up by the heat of sex.
"Changmin," he whimpers drawing closer, pushing in deeper, the loud slap of skin thundering through the car until he releases in Changmin's hand and slumps against him to ride it out.
Changmin lifts him from his lap and slides out still aroused, he slips Yoochun's jeans back over his hips, leaving them unbuttoned and opens the door.
They're home now.
Changmin gets out of the cab the way he got in, with Yoochun wrapped around him. "Keep the change," he throws the money in the front seat and listens as the tires squeal away.
"You're still hard," Yoochun murmurs and finds the soft spot behind his ear, his tongue thick and warm against his flesh. "You didn't come," he bites down gently and Changmin's cock twitches against the restraint of his pants.
He pulls his keys out. "You can take care of that for me," he opens the door and kicks it shut when Yoochun kisses him.
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