TXT Oneshots || Mature

Soogyu || Officer Choi (2)

Fuck.

The cock-sure way Soobin said it had Beomgyu's insides twisting. He was so hard, he couldn't deal with it.

"Please." He begged, palms finding their place behind his head, a normal position when one is being arrested. A moan left him when he felt Soobin's uniform clad thighs straddle his legs to keep him pinned down.

As if to make things worse, Soobin's body lowered right against his, and then a sinful push of a crotch was against his behind, letting him feel just how ready his boyfriend's cock was to ruin him.

"You're being arrested for improper behavior towards a member of the state police force, and provocation on two accounts." Soobin played along, pulling Beomgyu's hands until they were at the small of his back. He then reached in his pocket and pulled out a pair of handcuffs, rattling them as if to tease.

Beomgyu would have stopped the downright desperate sound that left him, if he had even one ounce of patience left.

But he didn't.

That, and there was nothing but the thin sheets to muffle his mouth. So he let the noises have free reign, and just prayed that being loud wasn't one of Officer Choi's charges.

The clinking of silver metal snapping shut around one of his wrists made him flinch out of his thoughts. When the same thing happened to his other hand, he pulled on them, noticing the handcuffs had a little give. His heart warmed, knowing Soobin had purposely left them loose. But he had little time to think about it, because soon the pressure on his thighs was leaving.

Like a ragdoll, he was yanked up by his now bound arms. He fell back against a firm chest, and once again, he felt a badge digging into his spine.

"You have the right to remain silent. And the right to a lawyer." Soobin mumbled huskily against his cheek.

"But only once I'm done with you."

Hands fixed around Beomgyu's body, and soon began to pat him down, starting at the shoulders. They followed through to his chest and then dug in at his hips, before going lower to his thighs.

"Have you got any weapons or substances on your person?" He heard being asked. He shook his head as an answer, feelings goosebumps flooded down his spine when the other got closer, lips pressing on his right ear.

"Are you sure...?" Soobin whispered, dipping his hands until they reached his cock, joggers doing nothing to hide it. He was no longer just patting, and instead groped the area, indulging yet teasing at the same time.

Beomgyu moaned wantonly, tipping his head back onto the shoulder behind him. "Officer..." He panted. All he wanted to do was grind against the other, but the restraints were preventing that.

But they didn't prevent him from touching Soobin.

His bound fingers were already behind him, so they quickly found their intended destination in the form of a bulge. He palmed his boyfriend, heel of his hand pressing firm. Soobin groaned, clearly not expecting it. He didn't move back, and instead let himself enjoy a few seconds of the pressure. But then he was removing himself from the entanglement, and went as far as stepping off the bed to compose himself.

The other obeyed when he was pulled to stand up. He felt even smaller than usual under the stare being sent his way, more focused than he'd ever seen his boyfriend.

Soobin's radio buzzed, and only then did he realize that he'd originally meant to be on shift at this time. One glance at the clock told him, it was in fact 8 o'clock.

"Wait here." He curtly instructed.

Beomgyu watched him take a few steps to the dressing cabinet they had, and remove his radio and badge, along with his phone. He waited as Soobin seemed to text one of his colleagues about his absence.