Dinner parties – a.k.a the worst time ever to get a boner. But of course, Taejun had no other option after seeing Dongwook in a tragically form fitting suit. The night had gotten off to a rough start, what with the ridiculously hard to hide bulge in his skinny, coal black dress pants. He already deeply regretted his choice of attire, but it was a formal event, after all and he’d been waiting for an opportunity to wear that particular pair of jeans.
Through most of the meal, the older guests kept the conversation afloat, passing around small talk as you would salt. Taejun had begun to relax a bit, though every time he shifted in his seat, he winced, teeth immediately latching onto his lower lip. He wished so badly that he was home, where he could lean back up against the cool tile wall of his shower, water droplets rolling down every contour of his pale skin as one hand shamelessly worked to calm him down, the name of his lover on every uneven breath. But he wasn’t, and although Dongwook was seated just next to him, the younger seemed light years away. The boy seemed to hear his thoughts as if he’d whispered them aloud, turning to smile at the elder around the spoon from which his tongue was undoubtedly lapping up remnants of chocolate mousse. The very thought made Taejun squirm uncomfortably where he sat, gulping down a rather large lump in his throat. And suddenly, he could hear the barely audible sound of a zipper whirring quickly open, could feel soft, warm fingers sliding through the opening. His breath hitched in his throat and he nearly spit up the water he was struggling to swallow. Dongwook looked completely neutral; unchanged. Damn…, Taejun thought, overwhelmed by admiration tinged with mild panic. If anyone caught them– well, they were dead where they sat, coming down from an orgasm or not. Four thin fingers wrapped around the upper portion of his aching erection, and a thumb teasingly rubbed circles around his tip. Taejun shot the boy a look, begging him not to stop, but to get it over with quickly. The other only smirked, tongue parting his lips for a brief moment. Kill me now. ”So, Taejun-ah, how are you doing with your studies? Keeping up, I hope.” A friend of his mother’s inquired with a polite smile, head inclined slightly to the left. Of course, the very second Taejun began to answer the woman was when Dongwook decided to pick up his pace, causing the elder to inhale a quick breath which become trapped in his throat. If he opened his mouth, he’d start moaning Dongwook’s name, there was no doubt about it. But everyone’s smiles were beginning to sag, wondering if the boy had become dumb since he’d uttered a greeting. ”I-I– y-yea, it’s g-great…” he stammered with a forced smile, two fingers tugging at the collar of his shirt. Faster and faster; he was close, he needed to scream. Leave it to Dongwook to choose right now to give me the orgasm of my fucking life, he thought, heaving a shaky, almost vocal sigh. A few more seconds and he was over the edge, hot cum spilling into his boxers. ”W-When we get home, I swear…” he muttered, shaking his head at the boy who’d almost just forced him to come out to a room of strangers. The other boy only replied with a quick, teasingly innocent kiss to his cheek, whispering as he pulled back, “I can’t wait…”
