Burnout ⊗ Jeongchan

③② Emperor's New Clothes

There were a few experiences in life Jeongin thought he would never have the gratification of partaking in.

Being able to skydive was one; though he never wondered why he would in the first place.

Going to a concert; his mother never liked him being around crowds where potential drug users, alcoholics, thieves, and other various criminals or bad influences stalked. No matter the genre of the music.

Baking a cake; his parents never let him in the kitchen.

And as his back hit the bed, a weight crawling over him, he recalled the list of things he had wanted to experience before he died.

How did he get here? Not sure. He remembers the crew fawning over Chan's exposed chest, he remembers Minho slapping it like there was no tomorrow and Changbin mentioning they should work out together on the weekend, he remembers feeling awkward sitting off to the side and watching but not being able to do anything. He remembers reeling himself back to shore by pressing lightly on the bruise and staring at the smudge of concealer on his fingertip for the rest of the night. After that, it went by in a blur. Mentioning not going home, a car ride, quipping at Chan when his patience ran dry with his usual dodging of questions, staring for too long, wanting to reach out, and the elevator. Something about the elevator?

It probably didn't matter too much, this was where they ended up. He didn't give it much thought. Jeongin didn't seem to be giving anything too much thought tonight. Instead getting swept up in the euphoria of it all, and forgetting.

His lips were caught in a greedy kiss, the weight hovering carelessly over him as they closed that gap, hand clasping on the sheets, the other grabbing the younger's thigh and hiking it up to clutch against the racer's waist. Jeongin busied himself with trying to push the restraining suit jacket off Chan's shoulders. It felt disgusting but fuck, if this wasn't a feeling to get addicted to he didn't know what would be. The only time he was given a chance to gasp for air was when the other straightened up to toss the suit jacket somewhere in the bedroom.

When he came back, a tongue pushed his way past his lips and took liberties with exploring the inside of the younger's mouth. Jeongin decided he must've done something right when he sucked lightly at the older's tongue because the sound he got in turn spiked shivers through his spine. The sound almost a reward. For all the times he was left clueless and unknowing, for once he did something right. For once, he managed to succeed. He netted a hand into the older's hair.

The tongue kept exploring the inside of his mouth. A rough hand found it's way under the younger's shirt and dragged on his skin as he escaped from the kiss, Chan's tongue connected back to his neck with a hot breath slamming breathy whimpers from the bottom of his chest. The younger tried to move, he really did, he tried but the hand keeping his thigh gripped tight didn't allow him to do more than squirm miserably as the older started licking at the skin, biting, sucking to leave dark marks on the sensitive spots littering his throat, relishing with slight smirks as the younger mewled and writhed against the raspy noises in his ear.

The shirt he wore, similar to the suit jacket, was discarded as soon as the older found the opportunity to break from him. His clammy skin was immediately hit with cold air, only satiated with the warm mouth diving back to work at his unblemished skin on his chest.

It was all strange and new, and as the other's mouth traveled farther down his heaving chest with his tongue and left hickeys on the sensitive skin around the navel, he gasps that broke the air only eased by the grinding of his hips begging for any sort of connection, Jeongin had the dim firework of a thought this was one of those experiences he thought he'd never get to have. Yes, they had made out before. But this was different; It caused him to collapse his chest with moans and every inch of his body to tremble, shaking in these vibrations that coursed an unbearable heat through him.