Bottom Yeosang Oneshot

[M] Sex at the coffee shop - Sansang

Warning: semi-public sex

Plot: San's being impatient and jealousy, where both of them end up having sex and san left a proof.

"I cannot believe you're doing this," yeosang said after about five minutes of being sexually harassed by his boyfriend.

San chuckled softly and took a sip of his black coffee. His face held a half-smirk behind the glossy black cup.

"What are you talking about sangie?" His boyish charm hiding his devious intentions.

Yeosang picked up his cup of coffee, sweet like sugar and brown as fall leaves.

The cup shakes as he brings it to his lips, his rosy lips gripping the side of the cup to keep himself from moaning.

The socked foot is slowly making its way up and down yeosang's aching member. This has been going on for at least seven minutes now.

Yeosang glances around the open room. There aren't many people in the coffee shop, it's quiet.

Gentle hums of coffee machines, the voices of the employees and customers swirl around yeosang's head.

He chokes on his coffee when san presses his foot harder at where the head of yeosang's cock is.

Looking around, he makes sure no one saw him spat all over the table. He confirms that no one notices and brings the cup back down to the table.

"Stop san?" He's agitated now, the foot does not move. He's slowly getting close to coming.

"I'm not doing anything," San innocently takes another sip of his coffee.

He watched as san picks up a fork from an already eaten muffin, and drops it on the floor.

"Oops, I better get that," san mutters and disappears under the table. He's hidden by a tablecloth draped over the sides.

He feels hands running up his legs, slowly over his calves and up to his crotch. He jumps a little when he feels his zipper being dragged down slowly through each of the teeth. He can hear it, its sound amplified by at least 10x. But, when he looks around there is no body staring at him suspiciously.

The only sounds still eligible to be heard is the hum of machines and quiet voices.

He feels his member being rubbed through one layer now. His boxers are the only thing keeping his dick from being with hand to hand contact.

The only thing keeping him from losing his shit right now was about to be stripped from him.

With yeosang's luck, he knew something was bound to happen. When he felt the wet stickiness of his partially soiled boxers being lifte.

And of course, a waitress walked up. It had been the same 'flirty for tips' waitress as before.

She had especially been flirty with yeosang, which had pissed him off. And that was how he ended up in this situation.

Fuck her, and fuck san who was running his finger around the tip of his cock.

"Is there anything else you want?" Her chirpy voice a little less chirpy.

"Can I," He coughed when he felt the wet tongue around the slit,

"Uh, can I-I get a b-blueberry scone."

She wrote down his order on the white notepad, "did your friend leave?"

San sucked a little harder, and yeosang let out a shaky breath.

"N-no," Yeosang internally cursed himself for stuttering for the third time.

"He's in the bathroom."