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“You know…you’re really something chenle, I swear” With his hands all over the bare skin of chenle’s waist, pale skin visible from the crop top, jisung mouthed at the older’s neck, careful not to leave any marks-leaving open mouthed kisses all over the expanse of the milky skin that seemed to run for miles.
“Idiot you can’t- we can’t right now they’ll look for us jisung” Chenle pants out with all the strength he could muster, knees buckling threatening to give in, the only thing keeping him upright was jisung’s hand anchoring his waist and the tight space of this closet they had found at the set of studio choom.
Really, not being able to keep it in their pants while being on the clock was the last thing chenle had ever expected ever since he and jisung got together, the sheer audacity of his boyfriend to run his hands through chenle’s abdomen like a starved man while staff, his members are right outside makes his head spin a bit even he can’t lie.
“What were you even thinking wearing this crop top, do you have any idea how hard it was not to pop one while I saw you cling to jaemin hyung and this stupid shirt would ride up.” Jisung all but growled next to chenle’s ear getting impossibly closer to rub their hard ons together, as if to make his point clear.
He moved down on his knees all while keeping a steady grip on the other’s waist and latched his lips onto one side of his waist
“Wha- jisung you can’t! you- Ah!” Chenle’s protests ran futile as jisung sucked a hickey onto his waist all while gripping it, Jisung was in literal words devouring the other, spit trailing on his skin as he rolled his tongue around, eating chenle as if he was a meal, he was sure there was going to be a large angry hickey right on his waist.
“Stop- Stop or i’ll cum from this” Chenle panted, voice high and whiny as he pushed jisung away by the shoulders, jisung finally relented as he moved away to stare at his masterpiece, a fresh hickey onto chenle’s waist resembled a rose, maybe chenle needed another one on the other side to match it.
“I can clearly hear your thoughts from here jisung. No more hickeys, get up.” Chenle looked down on his boyfriend, eyes dazed and dick painfully hard. He felt like he would combust from lust if not embarrassment if jisung just kept on lapping on his waist like a dog.
Jisung finally got up and joined their lips, Chenle grunts or moans, maybe a mixture of both- he can’t really tell right now with his horny thoughts taking over his brain, hands finding pursue around jisung’s neck, “I didn’t ask the stylist…to give me a crop top- just so it could rile you up like a dog in heat and fuck me- ah in a flimsy closet at work you know”
“Oh but it seems like that’s exactly what you did love” Jisung had scrunched up the crop top all the way up to chenle’s neck and quickly latched his mouth onto one of the older’s nipples.
Chenle sighed, biting his lips trying his best to not let out any noise at all because fuck if he as much as groaned, everyone outside would get to know what they were upto. Some sick part of his brain did not oppose that idea though, but right now he wanted his dignity to be preserved.
“Fuck- fuck park jisung just get on with it- Ah!-” Chenle let out a moan as jisung sucked rather harshly onto his nipple while also playing with the other one, rolling the sensitive bud between his fingers almost like a dice, fuck chenle’s dick must be leaking like a faucet in his pants right now, he was so so so glad they were dark colored.
“Lele you talk way too much” Jisung latched off of chenle’s nipple with a spit string covered to the nipple from his mouth, hand letting go of the scrunched up crop.
Chenle grimaced upon the feeling of wetness from jisung’s spit coming in contact with the top, jesus did jisung drool all of his buds or what?
“You’re awfully messy at sex, god I can’t believe you park jisung” Contrary to his words chenle moved his hand to palm jisung's cock through his black pants which elicited a low groan from the taller, his own dick twitching in his pants.
“Take your dick out, Now.” Chenle commanded jisung and he fiddled with his own pants, his belt was a chore to work though but he finally got through it and it came off with a clack!
“I feel like you’re gonna be the one to get us caught-” Jisung smirked at chenle, his own pants now bunched around his knees, boxers on. Chenle all but rolled his eyes at the other finally getting his pants and boxers past his thighs.
His dick springing up, all wet and shiny even in this dimly lit closet. If they weren’t trying to hurry right now jisung would’ve ended up complimenting it, calling it cute or something like he always does. The only thing stopping him was the fact that chenle might actually bite his dick off if he did and that their members might come calling them any minute-
Chenle roughly pushed off jisung’s boxers which bunched up with his pants, “Jesus christ” Chenle whispers looking at jisung’s cock, flushed pink veiny and all, also leaking precome like chenle’s cock. “Fuck, fuck jisung I wanna suck you off so bad right now.”
Jisung groans as more pre come dribbles out his cock, “You know we can’t right now lele, I wish we could baby” Jisung brings their cocks together, encircling both with ease given the sheer size of his hands.
Jisung leaned down to latch his mouth onto chenle’s, panting into the other’s mouth. It was too messy of an action to be called a kiss, all fervour and want less precision. Chenle responded in kind panting back as he moved his hips more.
Their Pace unrelenting and messy as they moved their bodies in tandem, jisung’s hand that was jerking their cocks trying to match their own maddening pace, fuck this felt somehow lewder than their bedroom sex.
The slip of his own dick against jisung felt delicious as chenle kept moaning and panting into jisung’s mouth, his drool travelling into jisung’s mouth like it was water or something.
Christ they were really disgusting, not that chenle could care right now, all he wanted was to chase his release. “Fuck ji- im so so so close.” Chenle said into his mouth which jisung swallowed up.
Jisung anchored his hand on chenle’s bare waist, it was surely to leave marks, making him halt and continuing moving on his own, moving his hand quicker as he bucked his hips all while holding chenle still so as to let him feel it all.
“Fuck baby- me too I’m close, I’m gonna cum too” Jisung gives one last tug on both their dicks the slide too much for chenle to handle as he finally spills all over jisung’s hands.
His cum was so much it was thick and it dribbled off their dicks past jisung’s palms onto his wrist dangerously close to his sleeves, almost staining them.
This sight was enough to make jisung himself cum as he used chenle’s cum to make the slide easier and came over their dicks mixing the cum.
Jisung let go of their dicks as they softened, still covered in cum messily, Panting he tried to look for something to clean themselves.
“Fuck there’s nothing we can use to clean us” He grimaced at the thought of dancing with cum all over his dick.
“I hate you park jisung” Chenle cursed without any fire in his words, coming down his own high, knees still weak in place.
“It sure didn’t seem so a minute ago lele” Jisung grinned while leaning down to peck his cheek.
Chenle huffed but jisung saw his ears turn pink, he took that as a victory and helped chenle button his pants and then buttoning his own.
He grimaced at chenle’s sight though, not because he looked bad or anything. God no, that could never happen, he could pop another boner if he had to really, chenle looked that delectable but because chenle looked absolutely disheveled.
With his crop top crumpled and a red hickey accompanied by hand prints on his tiny waist, god that waist jisung wanted to go on his knees and just lap onto the milky ski- focus jisung! that were turning red and not to mention drops of some drool over his neck and the messy hair.
It would be a miracle if jisung comes out of studio choom alive, once chenle looks at himself.
“What am I supposed to do about this gigantic hickey you left on my waist you horndog?!” Chenle asked, rubbing on the side jisung sucked the hickey on as if that would make the redness disappear.
Jisung just pursed his lips sheepishly, rubbing the back of neck while chenle just scoffed at his reaction.
“I’ll talk to stylist noona about this and explain everything to her if that helps love.” Jisung tried to coax him while rubbing on his waist, okay was this a new kink, his dick almost jumped again at chenle’s waist in this crop top maybe he should just take it home-
“Yea you better” Chenle cut off his horny thoughts as he rolled his eyes at his boyfriend, moving out of the room with his tiny ass and ridden up crop top that showcased his even smaller back and hourglass pale waist that jisung’s eyes followed, don't they say something like 'hate to see you leave but love watching you go?' okay maybe he can delay their choom recording by another ten minutes it would be okay right? right…?