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They have a little over thirty minutes before they have to go on stage and Yeosang can’t believe Wooyoung is doing this to him.
Can’t believe Wooyoung has him pinned against the wall of their now empty dressing room, slender fingers making their way past the waistband of his stage outfit, the red accents still shining in the dim lights of the room.
Of course, Yeosang can’t really say he doesn’t want this, any opportunity to have his boyfriend's hands on him is one he’ll happily take.
But god why does Wooyoung have to pick the most inconvenient times?
Yeosang thought the younger was just messing around, being his usual touchy self, clinging to Yeosang’s waist. That is until his hands started going lower, ghosting over the waistband of his pants, squeezing his ass any time he passed him. It riled Yeosang up as much as it embarrassed him, but that’s exactly what Wooyoung wanted to do because he knows Yeosang likes that feeling no matter how much he denies it.
Just like now, pinned by his boyfriend, he notices the dressing room door is unlocked and a wave of shame floods Yeosang with the thought that any of the staff or god forbid any of the members could just walk right in.
It makes him whimper and Wooyoung’s fingers stop just as they reach the neatly trimmed hair of his groin and he watches the smirk spread across the other's face at the noise, so close that they can hear each other’s soft pants.
“What? Are you nervous?” Wooyoung asks, dipping down to kiss the column of Yeosang’s neck, light and wet as to not leave any marks. At least he’s mindful of that.
“Wooyoung-“ he gasps, tilting his head to the side so he can watch the door and give Wooyoung more access to the exposed skin, “We have to-“
Wooyoung suddenly slots his firm thigh between Yeosang’s legs, pushes his fingers down a little farther until his fingers touch the base of Yeosang’s cock, which is starting to quickly fill.
“We have to what? Be quiet?” Yeosang can tell that Wooyoung has a big smile on his face just by his voice, “You and I both know you can’t do that.” he whispers, wrapping a loose grip around Yeosang’s cock, making it twitch at the touch and a strangled moan leave his lips.
“No-“ Wooyoung really starts stroking, dry and uncomfortable but it makes Yeosang’s hips buck into his hand, “We have to go soon.” He finally gets out, and the other laughs.
“I’ve gotten you off in a shorter amount of time.”
“That was not a challenge!” Yeosang whines, but his hips start grinding down against Wooyoung’s thigh and into the loose grip of his hand.
“We can stop at any time, doesn’t seem like you want to, though, Sangie.” Wooyoung’s free hand unbuttons his pants and tugs them down slightly, pulls back to look at Yeosang for permission for the next move.
Yeosang swallows, turning to look at the door. He can hear the members chatting down the hall. The footsteps of someone walking past the door. He looks back at Wooyoung and nods, and it begins to feel all too familiar.
It’s automatic the way Wooyoung grabs a random hand towel from a table nearby, and Yeosang’s open mouth is waiting for it, at the same time pushing the waistband of his boxers down enough to free his now fully hard cock, already leaking too.
Wooyoung drops to his knees, a sight Yeosang has seen countless times at this point and yet every time, in situations just like this, it feels like a punch to the gut, his air leaving him as Wooyoung watches him with lidded eyes, slowly leaning forward to let the head of his cock rest on his warm tongue.
Yeosang bites down so hard on the towel it hurts and his mouth feels dry, but it does its job, muffling the heavy moan that follows.
The younger gets to work immediately, sinking the head and some into his mouth, careful not to push himself due to the concert they’re about to do.
But even with his limited abilities, Wooyoung begins to bob his head, using spit to stroke what he can’t fit in his mouth. Yeosang has to keep his hands to his side so as to not mess up his perfectly styled hair, so his fists hang at his sides, nails digging into the skin of his palms.
Even with the towel, Yeosang can’t stop himself from making constant noise, something Wooyoung teases him for constantly, and absolutely uses it to his advantage.
After a few seconds, Wooyoung pulls off, licking his lips and using excess spit to palm over Yeosang’s cock head, smearing the precum as well.
“What would you do?” Wooyoung breaths, his free hand massaging the inside of Yeosang’s sensitive thighs, his pants down to his knees at this point. “If someone did walk in? Hongjoong-hyung, maybe?”
Wooyoung has an evil grin on his face, especially when Yeosang makes a downright pathetic noise, covering his face with his arms.
“They’d see you, their precious, innocent Yeosang, an absolute mess over a simple quick handjob.” Wooyoung talks with a teasing lilt to his voice, “And before a concert no less.” He continues, checks his watch on his other hand, and speeds up, making Yeosang breathe deeply through his nose. “They’d think you were a whore, Yeosangie.”
The words aren’t even anything crazy, in fact this line of dialogue is what Wooyoung uses pretty often when they sneak around, yet every time it makes Yeosang weak, the degradation going straight to his cock.
“With how close you are I bet you want that to happen, huh?” Wooyoung kitten licks at his cock head, lapping up the beads of precum, and Yeosang moans into the towel, trying to thrust into the warm heat of his mouth, but his other hand holds his hip to prevent it.
Yeosang starts to feel that pressure in his gut, a coil winding up-
There’s a knock on the door and Wooyoung pauses.
While getting caught is the subject of a lot of their dirty talk, in all actuality it’s the last thing either of them want.
And yet, when a voice starts speaking, the coil in Yeosang snaps, coming into Wooyoung’s mouth, gagging him slightly as there’s a soft come on guys, we have to go soon on the other side of the door.
Wooyoung swallows as quickly as he can, responding with a weak okay, we’re coming, and looks up at Yeosang with a knowing glint in his eyes.
Yeosang has never done that before, and they’ve been nearly caught quite a few times.
They pant for a few moments, and Yeosang knows his face is beet red, still biting down on the towel in his mouth. Wooyoung begins to stand, pulling Yeosang’s pants and underwear back up.
“Okay,” he laughs a little as he buttons the pants and takes the towel out of Yeosang’s mouth, “We’re definitely talking about that later, but right now we have a show to do, hyung.”
As Wooyoung starts to walk away, Yeosang grabs him by his shirt collar and kisses him harshly, the other letting out a surprised sound, hands finding their way on his hips.
“You’re so mean.” Yeosang says once they part, and it makes the both of them grin.
“You love it~” Wooyoung sing-songs, and takes Yeosang by the hand, leading him out of the dressing room where the others wait for them, the older feeling only slightly embarrassed now.