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It had been a long day and Chan was eager to just get home to his boyfriend and have a movie night that they had planned out the day before. So when Chan found the opportunity to leave work thirty minutes early he gladly took the chance, even if it meant he’d have to hang out at his boyfriend’s studio while he tried to avoid having any news articles written about him and random fans following him home. Chan tried to be as inconspicuous as possible, pulling his hood up over his face and trying to make himself not be noticed as he entered the front door of JYP Ent., the company his boyfriend models for.
Chan smiled at the lady at the front desk and she motioned to her left. After taking a glance he realized she was warning him of a group of teenage girls who were chattering in their lobby. Chan gave her a sympathetic smile before slipping into the elevator.
His boyfriend was working on the third floor, which Chan only knew because his boyfriend had complained that he might fall through the floors and die.
Chan walked down the halls until he found a door with his boyfriend’s name pinned to the front of it. He opened the door as slow as possible as to not disrupt the filming and he peeked inside.
What he saw was enough to make anyone pass out.
Minho was sitting atop a motorcycle with his hands tightly gripping the handlebars. His legs adorned tight black jeans that made his thigh muscles look delicious. And he had on a leather jacket that was opened to reveal his broad chest and his slight abs and Chan wanted nothing more than to get on his boyfriend’s lap and start riding him until he couldn’t anymore.
“Okay, that's the last picture!” A female voice called out, snapping Chan back into reality. Minho and the staff cheered and he slid off the side of the motorcycle, his boots making a loud noise as they hit the floor.
“Hey babe,” Minho said cheerily as he walked over towards Chan. “You’re here early.”
Chan nodded, taking a step back when his boyfriend tried to hug him. Minho looked confused, maybe a little hurt, but Chan didn’t want to risk his boyfriend finding out how turned on he was by something so simple.
“I got off work early,” Chan said, and he pecked Minho’s lips. Minho seemed to calm a bit at the gesture.
“That’s good, baby. I’m gonna get myself dressed and we can go home, yeah? I’m excited to get back onto the ground,” he joked, referring to the fact that they were on the third floor.
Normally Chan would have humored his boyfriend but right now he was too busy struggling not to stare at his boyfriend’s exposed chest so he just gulped and nodded. Minho furrowed his eyebrows and stepped away, and Chan wanted to take him into his arms and apologize, but he was too embarrassed to admit why he was being weird. So, he watched his boyfriend leave into his dressing room and he tried desperately to calm himself down before his boyfriend came back.
When Minho returned he was wearing black sweatpants and a hoodie, which matched Chan’s clothes perfectly. Minho took Chan’s hand in his own and wordlessly led him to the elevator and out through the back door of JYP to where Chan had parked his car.
Chan was always anxious about being seen with Minho, but he was so much more anxious now that he had a boner. He’d never live down the embarrassment if someone posted pictures of him in this state.
Thank fuck, when they entered Chan’s car they couldn’t catch sight of any sasaengs or anyone trying to take pictures of them.
Chan pulled out of the parking lot and turned to make his way home. He had completely forgotten about Minho until he felt a hand grip his dick through his jeans and he let out a gasp, slapping the hand away. “What the fuck, Minho, I’m literally driving.”
Minho ignored his complaints. “Is this why you’ve been acting so weird?”
“I haven’t even been acting that weird,” Chan said, doing his best to focus on the road. But now that Minho’s hand was crawling up his thigh and getting dangerously close to where he wanted to be touched, it was proving to be much harder to focus on not causing an accident.
“You didn’t hug me, and you’ve been looking so anxious and you literally have a boner, don’t get me started on ‘weird’.”
Chan slapped Minho’s hand away again, “Stop touching! I’m gonna get into an accident, you fucker.”
Minho threw his head back and cackled. “Whatever. Why did you get a boner anyways?”
Chan didn’t answer, just scrunching his nose and making sure to turn on the right street.
“Hey, you little bitch,” Minho said in Japanese, and honestly Chan was impressed. “What turned you on like this?” He poked at Chan’s boner.
Chan hissed and grabbed his boyfriend’s hand, squeezing it tight and driving with one hand. “You,” is all he said.
Chan pulled up to his apartment complex and put the car in park. As soon as he took the key from the ignition the hand returned to its place over his clothed dick, only this time it was moving with purpose that made Chan close his eyes tight shut and bite his lips to keep himself from moaning. Chan wanted nothing more than to crawl into his boyfriend’s lap and ride him like his boyfriend had been doing to that motorcycle.
“Minho,” Chan breathed out, and the hand on his member was gone. He snapped his eyes open with a gasp and turned to look at his boyfriend, who was smirking smugly.
“Why’d you stop?” Chan asked.
“Why’d you get hard?”
“Minho—“
“I asked first,” Minho said.
“No you did not.”
Minho just snickered and unbuckled his seatbelt. Chan panicked; if Minho left him like this he’d have to get himself off, which would fucking suck and no, he did not want to do. So he grabbed Minho’s wrist and in the quickest way possible, he said, “I saw you on the motorcycle and you’re so hot and you were shirtless and I want to ride you so bad.”
Minho’s eyes widened as if he hadn’t been prepared to hear the truth. Chan was surprised too; he usually wasn’t so open about embarrassing things like this.
“Okay,” Minho said.
Chan was taken aback. “Okay? All I get is okay?”
Minho giggled and opened his car door. “We have to get inside before we do anything, baby. C’mon, hurry up.”
Chan sighed in relief and wasted no time in getting into their apartment, slamming the door behind them and he felt himself being pressed up against the door. He kissed Minho back dangerously fast, his heartbeat accelerating and his fingers shaking in anticipation.
He was so excited.
Minho pulled away from the kiss to latch his lips onto Chan’s neck like a vampire. Chan felt Minho sucking hickeys onto his neck and he shivered, his hands coming up to rest on Minho’s waist.
Minho gripped his shoulders and stepped backwards, Chan following until they entered the room. Minho pulled away from Chan’s neck and pushed him onto the bed with a firm hand to his chest, making Chan fall back onto the bed. Minho climbed atop him and Chan’s hands found his hips, easily grinding his boyfriend down on him.
“Fuck,” Minho cursed, and he sat up so he could roll his hips against Chan’s. Chan’s eyes struggled to stay open, trying his best to take in the pretty sight of his boyfriend grinding against him.
“Minho,” Chan said, “Minho, I need you in me. Please.”
“You want me to stretch you?” Minho asked, stopping his movements and instead moving down to pull Chan’s pants down. Chan hissed at the sudden coldness on his cock.
“Yeah,” Chan said, his hand tangling in Minho’s hair and pulling him up for a sloppy kiss. He was already so excited to ride his boyfriend, and he wasn’t sure how long he could wait.
Minho’s hands fumbled around and he left his lips for a minute until Chan felt something cold touch his hole. His hole pathetically clenched around nothing, just waiting to be filled. Minho let out a chuckle before reconnecting their lips and slowly pressing his finger in.
Chan’s head rolled to the side and his stomach clenched. His shirt was still on, but that didn’t seem to be a problem as Minho just rolled it up and played with his nipples, the sensation making Chan arch his back for more of everything.
Minho added a second finger and started scissoring Chan open; he was clearly eager as well. Chan felt something under his back and realized Minho had placed a pillow there to make the position more comfortable for him. Chan's hand reached down until it reached Minho’s and he intertwined their fingers, feeling Minho pin his hand by his head.
“You’re so hot,” Minho said, and Chan was sure he couldn’t wait any longer. He opened his eyes and sat up, Minho’s fingers immediately leaving his hole. “Wait, did I do something wrong?”
Chan didn’t reply; he grabbed his boyfriend’s hips and used his strength to flip them until he was on top of his boyfriend’s lap. Minho let out a small moan and Chan desperately wanted to hear more.
Chan’s lips found Minho’s as he struggled to pull his boyfriend’s sweatpants off. Minho giggled and helped him, then he pulled both of their hoodies off.
“Are you sure you’re ready?” Minho asked.
Chan nodded eagerly, already finding his way back onto his boyfriend’s lap. He sat on Minho’s thighs and played with Minho’s cock for a few seconds before he snapped back to reality. He lifted his hips up and used his hand to guide Minho’s cock to his hole. After a second to prepare himself, he slowly started to sink down onto his boyfriend’s cock. The stretch was delicious; his boyfriend’s cock was so big inside him and it made him feel satisfied even before he started moving.
Chan sat on his boyfriend’s lap for a few moments, trying to think of what to do. He settled for rolling his hips once, feeling the sensation of Minho’s cock sliding inside him that made him want more. He rolled his hips again and again, until he finally started bouncing on his boyfriend’s cock, both of them letting out soft moans and grunts at the feeling. His boyfriend’s hands gripped his hips and roughly started thrusting into him. Chan threw his head back in the loudest moan of the night, making his boyfriend repeat the action until Chan felt himself keening.
“I’m coming, I’m coming,” Chan gasped out, and he came in streams of white across their chests. Once he had finished he felt himself being flipped over and suddenly Minho was on top of him and slamming into him with a ridiculously fast pace. Chan groaned at the pain but urged him to continue, to go faster, and eventually Minho came inside him while moaning a string of curses.
“Fuck,” Chan sighed, and Minho collapsed on top of him. Chan’s eyes were struggling to stay open and he wasn’t sure if it was because of the sex or because he hadn’t slept in more than 24 hours. He figured it was a combination of both.
“Baby,” Chan said, “Let’s clean up and go to sleep, yeah?”
Minho pouted and blinked up at him. “But what about movie night?”
Chan scrunched his nose. He wanted to say no, as he was definitely too tired to stay awake, but he couldn't deny his pretty thing so he agreed. Chan helped to get him cleaned off in the shower and Minho returned the favor. Minho chose a romantic movie to watch that Chan honestly would have loved to finish, but he ended up passing out after the first 20 minutes. Minho had ended up having to drag a half-asleep Chan into their room and Chan was very thankful, as he would have had terrible cramps if he slept on the couch.
When Chan woke up at 3 AM his boyfriend was passed out next to him with a book still in his hands. Chan hurried to set the book aside before he crawled over to his laptop and opened it up, quickly scribbling lyrics into his laptop.
It was a bit reckless, but he was definitely going to write lyrics about riding Minho. And he wouldn’t even try to hide the fact it was about sex.
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Start the engine and drive again tonight
Drive non-stop, feel the heat inside
Baby I can do this every day and night
Just trust and follow me tonight
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