this, was new. for both of them. public foreplay, exhibition, even the crossdressing. the consequences were huge, hoseok could loose his job, and namjoon could carry this embarrassment for life. but, gotta try everything at least once, right?
namjoon's legs wobbled as he made his way into the store, an unknown employee greeting him as he walked inside. he nodded to them, walking towards a section of clothing. soon enough, he felt someones hands on his hips, making him jump.
"seo-seokie.. 'm nervous." namjoon's words were hushed, his hands shakily holding the hanger. hoseok hummed against his skin, rubbing circles onto his sides soothingly.
hoseok quietly contemplated in his head, he knew namjoon's limit's of course. he knew when something was too much, and when to stop. but he also knew that namjoon was a people pleaser. someone who would push his own boundaries for other's satisfaction. "baby, we don't gotta if—"
"i.. i'm okay, we can." namjoon held a piece of clothing to his chest, taking a deep breath momentarily and letting it out. hoseok sighed quietly, nodding before placing a peck on the other man's cheek, and walking off.
namjoon grabbed a few other pieces of clothing before walking over to the changing rooms. he went into a bigger stall, and started to get undressed. he carefully unhooked the skirt from the hanger, lifting his legs to put his feet through the opening, sliding it up his caramel thighs.
he grabbed the spaghetti strap top, pulling it over his head and down his chest. he looked into the mirror, gaze drifting around his body. the skirt only met mid thigh, and his collar bones were on display, along with the dark purple and red marks scattered around his chest.
there was a soft knock at the door. "sir, do you need a little help?" if namjoon didn't know hoseok's intention's, the latter's words would've sounded innocent, purely just trying to assist a customer. instead his voice sounded alluring, seductive. as if his sentence was wrapped around namjoon's waist, and each word tugged him closer to hoseok.
"ye—yes please.." and with that, the door clicked open and shut within a second. hoseok stood starring down at namjoon, like a predator looking at it's prey.
"oh, baby, lift up that pretty skirt." hoseok's voice came out raspy, deep and ever so slightly desperate. namjoon trembled under hoseok's gaze, hands slowly traveling to the end of the skirt. he pulled it up, revealing the sheer baby blue panties that hugged his waist, and the slight bulge.
hoseok made his way closer, gently gripping namjoon's chin and lifting the boy up. hoseok hummed, leaning down to namjoon's neck. he left open mouthed kisses around his neck, and with every time his lips teasingly grazed over his skin, namjoon felt himself getting weaker and weaker.
hoseok's arm snaked around namjoon's waist, pulling him close. he softly rutted himself against namjoon, hips rolling oh so gracefully. a sinful whine slipped from namjoon's lips, hoseok chuckling against his skin. "not very patient, hm babydoll?"
hoseok lifted his head, placing a soft kiss onto namjoon's lips. he wrapped both arms around the latters waist, lifting him up. namjoon wrapped a leg around hoseok's torso, said man pushing him against the wall. goosebumps radiated around namjoon's arms, much to hoseok's satisfaction.
their lips moving in sync, hoseok's tongue making it's way down namjoon's throat, and his hands trailing down to pull the panties off. he let them drop on the floor, whisper a reassurance that he would buy namjoon more.
his hands rushed to undo his belt, namjoon rutting himself down against hoseok. the older man clicked his tongue, smacking namjoon's thigh. "be patient, slut." he growled, smirking at the pitiful whine the slipped out from namjoon.
once hoseok undid his belt, he got down low, his face a bit away from namjoon's hole. it clenched around the cool air, as if begging for something to swallow, hold deep inside. hoseok hummed, blowing towards it. namjoon wiggled his hips, mewling quietly. "fuck, you're so beautiful baby. my beautiful little pup, mm?"
namjoon nodded, "p-pup pretty, all for hyung."
hoseok slid his hands around namjoon's cheeks, up his inner thighs, tracing small circles and little hearts onto his plush skin. he leaned close, kissing around the rim of namjoon's hole. he kisses the hole, sucking on it softly. namjoon arched his back, letting out a rather loud whine.
hoseok smirked against him, namjoon hid his face into his arm, cursing himself silently. hoseok licked the rim, slowly pushing his tongue inside of namjoon. the younger man bit his lip in attempt to quiet himself. hoseok swirled his tongue inside of namjoon, pushing it deep inside the boy and pulling it.
hoseok moved his tongue around in search of the extra soft bundle of nerves. when he was sure he found it, he grazed his tongue against it. namjoon gasped, his hips shifting. 'bingo.'
hoseok then poked his tongue upwards, and namjoon smacked his hands over his mouth, muffling his scream of pleasure. hoseok pulled out a few moments later, standing upright. his eyes met namjoon's, who was glaring at him dazed, eyes hooded.
hoseok set one of his hands on namjoon's hip, and the other held his cheek. "you ready, baby boy? ready for hyung to fuck your pussy, here in this store? you gonna sing for hyung?"
namjoon only grunted in response, making hoseok chuckle and slap his thigh. namjoon jolted, panting quietly. hoseok prodded against namjoon's hole, teasing the tip up and down against the rim.
"hyu-hyung.. please, need-need you inside, need your dick in my pu—pussy.." namjoon's voice barely over a whisper, words wrapped with desperation and sin. hoseok didn't respond verbally, instead thrusting himself into namjoon sharply. namjoon moaned out, hissing quietly after.
hoseok smirked, bringing his other hand down to meet namjoon's hip. he held the younger boy tightly, thrusting teasingly slow. namjoon tried pushing himself down against hoseok's cock, but only got his ass slapped. "you're not in charge, fucking slut. i'm fucking you."
namjoon felt a tingle in his torso from hoseok's words, his chin trembling up and down. "fuck— love hyung's dick all stuffed in your cunt, baby? hm? love the way hyung rearranges your guts with his cock?"
namjoon nodded feverish, trying to respond, but his words were stuck in his throat. eventually, hoseok's thrusts became faster, namjoon pushing against the changing room wall. hoseok hissed, throwing his head back. "so soft inside, so soft for hyung. made for taking hyung's cock."
"ma-made for hyung's cock.." namjoon replied breathlessly, chest puffing up and down. hoseok leaned over, mouth latching on one of namjoon's velvety brown buds. namjoon wiggled his hips, head tossing side to side. hoseok teethed namjoon's nipple, his left hand snaking down to namjoon's dick. he gripped the member, pumping up and down slowly, thumb rubbing across the tip every now and then.
"seo-seokie close, so close.." namjoon panted out, whining from the overstimulation. hoseok lifted his head up, resting it in the crook of namjoon's neck. "me too, babydoll. cum with hyung, yeah?" hoseok rasped against namjoon's ear, the boy nodding lazily.
hoseok panted, thrusts becoming feverish and sloppy. namjoon moved his hips to match hoseok's thrusts, rutting himself down against hoseok. with a loud mewl, and a low groan, both boys climaxed. namjoon spurting all over his tum, and hoseok spilling himself inside of namjoon.
hoseok thrusted a few more times, chasing his high. when he fully finished, he pulled out of namjoon, his seed dribbling out a bit onto the floor. namjoon pouted, "such a waste. hmph."
hoseok smiled tiredly, and stood slowly. the boys collected themselves, namjoon changing out of the clothes and back into his own. hoseok intertwined his hand with namjoon's, and opened the changing room door. outside stood the manager, two mall cops, and another worker. the customers stood around shocked, and namjoon huffed, stuffing his face into hoseok's arm.
"you can keep the clothes sir, now, please follow us." and with that, the couple were escorted out of the mall.
