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“Mine has a lock,” Yoongi breathes over Namjoon’s covered cock.
They’re technically in public, and it’s very bad manners to sneak away into a bathroom for oral during a good friend’s album launch party. The less blatantly offensive thing to do would be to share a cab to Cheongdam-dong where they could have some relative privacy to fuck in Yoongi’s studio. Apartments and homes were off-limits considering they didn’t know each other like that yet. Some would say fucking in a studio was worse, but Namjoon refuses to entertain the notion of going to some seedy love hotel.
So here Yoongi crouches, effortlessly swaying Namjoon into abandoning his morals in record time.
"Convenient," Namjoon gulps.
"Necessary," Yoongi corrects. Then he lets his lips drag across Namjoon's crotch, and that's almost the last straw.
Namjoon wants to cry when Yoongi pulls away because he’s sure Jungkook would forgive him for accepting a blowjob from The Min Yoongi. "No judgement, hyung," Jungkook would laugh because the kid was too well-adjusted for his own good. Plus, would it really be a launch party worth talking about if there wasn't one instance of slutty activity in a darkened corner somewhere? Namjoon just didn't know he would be a party to it.
And Yoongi is not oblivious to the effect he has on the younger, up-and-coming producer. He wouldn't lie and say that seeing the hot newbie on the scene quake over him wasn’t a rush. It's very validating.
“Are you gonna fuck me?”
That was the question of the hour, wasn’t it? Yoongi shrugs, dusting off his knees and stretching a little. It was hard to really move around comfortably in the cramped stall, and Namjoon was all limbs.
“It’s up to you,” Yoongi tells him honestly.
Namjoon swallows because he can see what’s going to happen next; he can practically taste the older man’s cock in his mouth because Namjoon would most definitely suck him off in the cab. And he can already feel the lube and fingers and stretching, and Namjoon realizes he’s halfway to begging for it.
“Why not?” Namjoon attempts, trying his best to keep cool, keep calm, keep his damn head on straight-
“Why not,” Yoongi mocks, unlocking the bathroom stall. “I’ll see you out front.”