OUR OWN ENDING [KimChay Stories Compilation]

OVERDRIVE [R-18]

After a successful mission, Kim and Chay were still high on adrenaline. A wild and steamy car sex is the only way to let everything out.

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"Pedal down, your love is a ride~ Full speed, we ride or we die~" Chay softly sang and hummed the beat of WIK's new song playing on the car's radio while wiping away the blood on his hands with a damp cloth. "Your song is all over the place again. It was even playing at the party a few moments ago. Just bummer it has to end abruptly," he casually said.

Kim chuckled, his eyes remained on the road. "A mission is a mission, baby. You know that," he replied, then glanced at his boyfriend. "I just know you intentionally delayed our attack to finish the whole song."

Chay giggled and shrugged. "I am a big WIK fan. Can you blame me, Kimmy?" he said innocently.

Kim placed a hand on his boyfriend's thigh and squeezed it. "You did great today, though. Your knife skills are getting better and better each time we go out on a mission," he praised his boyfriend.

The younger one smiled. "Thank you, babe. I just hate how this tuxedo restricted my movements for a bit," he complained while getting rid of his necktie and tossing it on the backseat. He continued speaking, "But—Hey! I managed to pull it off," he said. They talked about their mission so casually, like they didn't just kill countless men half an hour ago. The two were still covered with the blood of those men on their skin.

However, Chay didn't seem satisfied. Yes, he killed and tortured many bad men a few moments back; it was exhilarating and electrifying, but it seemed to fall short. He could feel the high adrenaline still pumping in his veins. He has been bouncing his leg for the past five minutes. He could feel his heart beating loudly and rapidly against his rib cage. Fuck. He needs more; he needs to release it.

He glanced at his boyfriend, who was still focused on the road while bobbing his head along the beat of the radio's music. He still has a few splatters of blood on his jaw and neck, his hands still stained with the blood of their enemies. His long-sleeved, button-down shirt had a few loose buttons that showed some of his chest. Chay salivated. Fuck. Kim looks extra hot tonight. Chay wanted to be held by those crimson-colored hands. Shit. He can almost imagine them on his naked skin. Holy fuck. Chay instinctively closed his legs tight as he felt his cock growing against the restraints of his pants and averted his gaze.

They're still miles away from home, but he can't wait anymore. A sly smirk grew on his lips as an idea popped into his mind. Well, it is not that they haven't done it in a car before. He wants Kim now so badly. He wants to taste him. He wants to feel him inside him. He wants to ride him. His veins were pulsing more intensely with adrenaline from the naughty and dirty thought he had in mind. Fuck. It was even worse every time Kim would squeeze his thigh every now and then. Chay is raging with lust from within.

Fuck. Chay couldn't hold back anymore. He laid his head on Kim's arm while he held the wrist with his shaking hand. "I'm not satisfied yet, babe," he whispered alluringly. He kept his eyes on the road because he knew the moment he looked at Kim, he would break the remaining morality in him.

Kim briefly glanced at him before looking back at the road. He seemed unsuspecting of the burning desire his boyfriend had for him. "What do you mean, baby?" he asked. Then, he felt Chay's hands snaking around his arm. Confused, he looked back at Chay, and their eyes met. Fuck. Kim knows that look: round eyes with dilated pupils, both hazed with lust. "Oh, baby..." he mumbled.

"I want more, Kimmy... I want you..." Chay said and kissed Kim's arm. He shifted on his seat and leaned over to kiss him on the cheek. "Please..." he whispered directly in his ear, then gave it a soft nibble on the lobe.