Giving it a squeeze, he asked, “Since when were you this easy?”
Another sharp inhale. “Since you came along.”
“So, this is all my fault then?”
“Would you be jealous if I said it were someone else’s? Aah, there it is. Don’t mar that handsome face of yours.” Hwa Young stroked his fingers through Yuseong’s hair, though it did little to soften the sharp glare.
“You… Your mouth is going to get you in trouble one day.”
“Maybe.” Hwa Young’s fingers drifted down until they ghosted over Yuseong’s lips. “But for now, it’s your problem to deal with.”
Yuseong’s grip tightened on him for a few seconds before he nipped at Hwa Young’s fingers. Then, he pushed at his lover. Hwa Young took a couple of steps back to give Yuseong room to stand. His heart was racing now; it took everything in him not to look up at the camera once again. Yuseong grabbed his wrist and pulled him to the doorway, but just before they passed through, he just so happened to look up.
“When did–?” He didn’t get to finish the thought as Hwa Young hugged him from behind and laughed lowly against his ear.
“I found a lot of inspiration while you were gone, Jae-Suk…” Hwa Young stared up at the camera. “...and I’ve been wanting to give you something for a while. I finally got an idea the last time I was here talking with you.” He began kissing Yuseong’s neck. “This really is your fault, you know. You’re just so handsome on and off camera…”
Yuseong, who had never taken his eyes away from the camera, sighed again, the vague stretch of a moan underlying the breath. “You sure do like blaming me for things.”
“It’s okay because you’re accountable.” Hwa Young added bites into the mix. He brought up a hand to tug down Yuseong’s collar to give him more access to his partner’s skin. “You’ll take responsibility, right?”
“You really do just… whatever you want.”
“It’s nice.” Hwa Young pulled away only to shove Yuseong against the wall next to them. He smiled smugly. “You should try it sometime. And… if you don’t know where to start… I could always give you a demonstration.” He moved in closer and closer until their faces and bodies were mere inches apart.
Yuseong’s physical expressions of his arousal were more subtle when they first appeared, but to Hwa Young, they were as obvious as billboard signs and impossible to ignore. He let out a huff of laughter before bridging the insignificant gap of space between them. There was no gentleness when they kissed this time. Hwa Young led their movements, nudging and prodding at Yuseong’s own desire until it rose to match him in kind. Yuseong grabbed the back of his neck and gripped Hwa Young’s arm as he deepened the kiss. Hwa Young moaned into his mouth as he pressed their hips together.
Little by little, those barriers inside of Yuseong broke down. Hwa Young kissed him breathless until every gasp for air was laced with a moan. He teased as he worked open Yuseong’s pants, bit until smooth skin blossomed with love marks. And all the while, he was painfully aware that every movement and caress was being captured by the camera above them.
Yet more inspiration sparked in his mind. As Yuseong’s body’s silent demands became more evident, Hwa Young decided to push him just a little further.
“Keep your voice down, Jae-Suk. You wouldn’t want anyone to find us, right?”
Pleasure throbbed inside of him at Yuseong’s reaction. Yuseong bit down on his lip, glanced up at the camera, and then moaned softly. Hwa Young shuddered and leaned forward to press kisses over the bites he left on Yuseong’s neck.
“You can do it, baby. Keep quiet for me.”
And then Yuseong said something that almost made Hwa Young snap right then and there: “But the security guard…”
Ah, fuck. They really played off each other so well, didn’t they…? Hwa Young slipped his hands under Yuseong’s pants and underwear to grab at his ass. “Let ‘em watch. We’re performers, right?” He claimed Yuseong in a fierce kiss before whispering against his lips, “Let’s do our best.”
Hwa Young had to keep a hand over Yuseong’s mouth as he fucked him against the wall. He should have known that it would be impossible for the other man to keep his voice down; after a point, Yuseong would feel so good that he’d completely forget himself. And it was beautiful to see every time. It was a good thing that they were well and truly alone because if anyone else were to happen upon them like this, it’d be Hwa Young’s turn to feel jealous.
What made Yuseong’s blissed out expression even better was how he tried to keep watch of Hwa Young, how he tried to keep his eyes open as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over his body like waves on a rocky shore.
But somehow, even that got better. Whenever Yuseong couldn’t keep his focus on Hwa Young, his gaze drifted up to the camera dutifully looming overhead. The only thing Hwa Young hated about that was how the desperate sight almost made him come. Every single time.
“Jae-Suk,” he groaned. He rammed up into Yuseong, who moaned against his palm. “I told you to keep quiet, r-right? Ha… You’re going to draw attention.”
Yuseong grasped onto Hwa Young’s wrist. What was almost an apologetic squeeze turned into a desperate cling for dear life as Hwa Young’s thrusts quickened. The small huffs of desire combined with the overwhelmed roll of Yuseong’s eyes almost pushed Hwa Young right over the edge again. He shifted his hand as he leaned into Yuseong’s space.
“What if someone walked in and saw you falling apart like this for me?”
Yuseong’s muffled keen and the desperate twitch of his cock gave away his interest.
“It’s bad enough, isn’t it…” Hwa Young tilted his head to regard the camera. “...that we’re being watched?”
Yuseong fisted the back of Hwa Young’s shirt, almost tearing the fabric as he whined once– twice–
He rammed his hips down to meet Hwa Young’s frenetic movements as he came, and Hwa Young gave a blissful groan as he followed mere seconds after. They rolled against each other with reckless abandon, riding the crest of their shared high until the pleasure was almost blinding. Hwa Young had to move his hands to Yuseong’s lower half to support him as the other idol cried out through his release. Hwa Young wanted to tease, but his mind was mush and every other part of him was focused on not toppling over. Once they were still, he waited for a bit before putting Yuseong down.
Or at least, he started to. That was until Yuseong pressed his feet against the wall and pushed forward. Hwa Young lost his balance, but Yuseong rode him all the way down. Hwa Young managed to catch himself; Yuseong braced his fall as much as he could in his current position. And then, Hwa Young laughed, grinning handsomely.
“Eager,” was all he could say before Yuseong swept down to steal his breath away.
“Let’s give them a show,” Yuseong muttered against his lover’s lips. He sat up and began pulling off his shirt.
More than happy to agree, Hwa Young reached up to help him quickly remove the rest of his clothes.