To celebrate EXO's first year anniversary, the company sponsors them to dinner at a nice, classy restaurant—not too fancy, because this is SM, after all, but fancy enough that they're all wearing ties and pressed slacks and shoes that haven't been scuffed by too many days in the dance practice room. EXO K sits at one end of the table and EXO M sits at the other, with their managers bringing up the heads, and it all feels very formal and official, which is probably the only thing that keeps them all from goofing off too much.
Still, it only takes Jongin an hour and a half to start trying to play footsie with Kyungsoo under the table.
The first time Jongin slides his toes up the inside of Kyungsoo's calf, Kyungsoo chokes on his tea, and Junmyeon has to pound his back for a moment, watching Kyungsoo with a concerned face. After that Kyungsoo is careful not to look at Jongin, at least until he's positive that he can look that way without blushing.
"Are you okay, Kyungsoo hyung?" Jongin asks, his expression straightfaced but his eyes sparkling with poorly-suppressed amusement.
Kyungsoo furrows his brow in his best go away I hate you expression. "I'm fine," he says, trying to inject as much warning as he can into his voice without it being noticeable to those around them. The last thing he needs is Chanyeol asking, loudly, why he's giving Jongin a death glare over their samgyupsal.
A few moments later, Jongin's foot slides up Kyungsoo's leg again, only this time it's his upper thigh, and Kyungsoo jumps so high he bangs his elbow on the table and rattles the dishes at their end. Junmyeon looks back over at him, astounded, and Kyungsoo turns the fiercest shade of red he thinks it's possible to turn. "Sorry," he mumbles, scooting back and standing up, brushing invisible dirt off his backside. "I have to—go to the bathroom."
When Jongin comes in, a minute later, Kyungsoo is staring at his own still-pink face in the mirror. When the door is closed Kyungsoo whirls around and fixes Jongin with the closest thing to a glare Kyungsoo can manage when it's Jongin on the receiving end. "You're insufferable!" he exclaims, poking Jongin in the chest. "Are you trying to get us in trouble?"
But Jongin just laughs and pulls Kyungsoo in by his tie, leans down and closes his mouth with a soft, warm kiss, and Kyungsoo shuts up. He wraps his arms up around Jongin's neck and melts into it, and when Jongin pulls away Kyungsoo can't even remember why he was mad to begin with.
"Happy debut anniversary," Jongin says, nuzzling just below Kyungsoo's ear.
Kyungsoo shivers and laughs and untucks Jongin's dress shirt from the waistband of his pants, sliding his hands up the flat plane of Jongin's back. "Happy debut anniversary to you, too," he replies, mouthing a kiss against Jongin's throat, just above where his collar is. "We have probably five minutes before the managers start looking for us."
There's nothing graceful about the way Jongin shoves Kyungsoo back into the bathroom stall, or about they way they kiss, all slick tongues and lips as their hands work into each others' pants. But Kyungsoo has never really needed elegance as long as he has Jongin, so he's content to be jerked off rough and brutal, muffling gasps and sighs into Jongin's mouth as he tries his best to return the favor.
"Holy shit," Jongin murmurs, then sucks on Kyungsoo's lower lip, teeth dragging against it. "You make me so easy—"
And it's true, Jongin is easy for Kyungsoo. Or maybe it's just that they've been doing this for so long that Kyungsoo knows exactly how to twist his wrist, how to flick his fingers to have Jongin trembling against him, knees shaking as he spills into Kyungso's cupped hand.
Jongin falls still after that, and Kyungsoo whines impatiently, jerking his hips up into Jongin's loose fist. It takes a second for the message to get through, but it does, and Jongin laughs and fists Kyungsoo and strokes, once, twice, three times before Kyungsoo bites down on his own tongue and comes so hard he sees stars.
They clean each other up with toilet paper, Jongin giggling a little immaturely as they flush it down the pipes. It's not like it's the first time, but Kyungsoo doesn't say anything, because he's happy and sated and content with his life. "Does this mean you're going to stop trying to fondle me while I eat?" he asks as they wash their hands, shooting a sidelong glance over at Jongin at the next sink.
Jongin smiles, all teeth and innocence that Kyungsoo doesn't believe for a second. "No promises."
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Still, it only takes Jongin an hour and a half to start trying to play footsie with Kyungsoo under the table.
The first time Jongin slides his toes up the inside of Kyungsoo's calf, Kyungsoo chokes on his tea, and Junmyeon has to pound his back for a moment, watching Kyungsoo with a concerned face. After that Kyungsoo is careful not to look at Jongin, at least until he's positive that he can look that way without blushing.
"Are you okay, Kyungsoo hyung?" Jongin asks, his expression straightfaced but his eyes sparkling with poorly-suppressed amusement.
Kyungsoo furrows his brow in his best go away I hate you expression. "I'm fine," he says, trying to inject as much warning as he can into his voice without it being noticeable to those around them. The last thing he needs is Chanyeol asking, loudly, why he's giving Jongin a death glare over their samgyupsal.
A few moments later, Jongin's foot slides up Kyungsoo's leg again, only this time it's his upper thigh, and Kyungsoo jumps so high he bangs his elbow on the table and rattles the dishes at their end. Junmyeon looks back over at him, astounded, and Kyungsoo turns the fiercest shade of red he thinks it's possible to turn. "Sorry," he mumbles, scooting back and standing up, brushing invisible dirt off his backside. "I have to—go to the bathroom."
When Jongin comes in, a minute later, Kyungsoo is staring at his own still-pink face in the mirror. When the door is closed Kyungsoo whirls around and fixes Jongin with the closest thing to a glare Kyungsoo can manage when it's Jongin on the receiving end. "You're insufferable!" he exclaims, poking Jongin in the chest. "Are you trying to get us in trouble?"
But Jongin just laughs and pulls Kyungsoo in by his tie, leans down and closes his mouth with a soft, warm kiss, and Kyungsoo shuts up. He wraps his arms up around Jongin's neck and melts into it, and when Jongin pulls away Kyungsoo can't even remember why he was mad to begin with.
"Happy debut anniversary," Jongin says, nuzzling just below Kyungsoo's ear.
wow this fucker cut off the good part
There's nothing graceful about the way Jongin shoves Kyungsoo back into the bathroom stall, or about they way they kiss, all slick tongues and lips as their hands work into each others' pants. But Kyungsoo has never really needed elegance as long as he has Jongin, so he's content to be jerked off rough and brutal, muffling gasps and sighs into Jongin's mouth as he tries his best to return the favor.
"Holy shit," Jongin murmurs, then sucks on Kyungsoo's lower lip, teeth dragging against it. "You make me so easy—"
And it's true, Jongin is easy for Kyungsoo. Or maybe it's just that they've been doing this for so long that Kyungsoo knows exactly how to twist his wrist, how to flick his fingers to have Jongin trembling against him, knees shaking as he spills into Kyungso's cupped hand.
Jongin falls still after that, and Kyungsoo whines impatiently, jerking his hips up into Jongin's loose fist. It takes a second for the message to get through, but it does, and Jongin laughs and fists Kyungsoo and strokes, once, twice, three times before Kyungsoo bites down on his own tongue and comes so hard he sees stars.
They clean each other up with toilet paper, Jongin giggling a little immaturely as they flush it down the pipes. It's not like it's the first time, but Kyungsoo doesn't say anything, because he's happy and sated and content with his life. "Does this mean you're going to stop trying to fondle me while I eat?" he asks as they wash their hands, shooting a sidelong glance over at Jongin at the next sink.
Jongin smiles, all teeth and innocence that Kyungsoo doesn't believe for a second. "No promises."