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“Hyunnie, does this look good?” Jiyong called out to his boyfriend, shoving a bright pink and yellow leather jacket into his face. Seunghyun observed the piece of clothing, took it and pressed it to Jiyong’s frame. “Doesn’t look that great on its own, but you make it look amazing.” he pointed out, making Jiyong giggle, blush and cover his face with the back of his hand.
“Come on…” Jiyong mumbled through his hand. Seunghyun smiled at Jiyong’s shy reaction. “What? I’ve always told you that no matter what you wear, you always look stunning. You could literally wear a trash bag and still look gorgeous.” Seunghyun nudged Jiyong’s side playfully and Jiyong just sighed.
“But I… need something that will stand out when I wear it.” Jiyong said and proceeded to dig through the clothes on the hangers. Seunghyun stepped directly behind him, chest pressed to Jiyong’s back, his large frame dwarfing Jiyong’s smaller stature. “You already stand out, Ji. But we will find you something that makes you feel pretty, okay?” he said and kissed the top of Jiyong’s head.
Jiyong looked up at him, eyes wide. “Not here… Someone could be watching.” he said quietly and looked around to check if someone was looking their way. But the store was almost empty except for two cashiers busy talking to each other and one customer in the underwear section.
Seunghyun chuckled and reached for a blue coat with a floral pattern on it. Jiyong observed it and then threw it over his arm onto the growing pile of clothes he wanted to try on. But his arm was getting tired already so he made his way to the fitting room, adjusting his handbag on his shoulder. “I’ll go try these on, if you see something else you’d like me to try on, just bring it over.” he said and then he pulled the heavy curtain behind himself.
Seunghyun looked around for a bit, trying to find some clothes that reminded him of Jiyong. Then he saw it, a dark blue cocktail dress with noodle straps. He was instantly reminded of the time Jiyong wore a dress for their Secret garden parody. Back then when they recorded the parody, he thought Jiyong was so sexy in a dress. He wanted to see it again. He took the dress to the fitting rooms.
“Ji? I got something you need to try on.” he said, his smile audible. Jiyong just finished putting on tight leather pants. He pulled the curtain out of the way to see what Seunghyun got. Seunghyun held up the dress with a wide smile. Jiyong froze, his expression changing from surprised to terrified. “What? You want me to try this on? Are you out of your mind?” he said after the initial shock was over.
Seunghyun was laughing quietly. “I remembered that you look really good in a dress.” he said and Jiyong took the dress to observe it, running his fingers over the soft fabric. Then he sighed and looked at Seunghyun who was looking at him like a puppy expecting a treat.
Jiyong felt his cheeks heat up, he was flustered but at the same time he wanted to make Seunghyun happy. “Ugh, fine. But make sure no one else can see me.” he whispered and hung the dress inside of the cabin. “Now what do you think of these?” He pointed at the leather pants he just tried on and observed himself in the mirror.
Seunghyun took a look, seeing how the pants hugged Jiyong’s legs and butt tightly like a second skin, accentuating his petite frame. “Damn, they look amazing on you, baby.” Seunghyun said, his eyes never leaving Jiyong’s legs. Jiyong smiled and wiggled his hips to tease his boyfriend a little. Seunghyun grunted and touched Jiyong’s ass. Jiyong giggled, slapped his hand away and pulled the curtain behind himself again.
After a few minutes Jiyong pulled the curtain away just slightly so only his face was visible, his cheeks flushed, eyes shimmering. “Hyunnie… I don’t know about this.” he said shyly. Seunghyun grinned “You really put it on, Ji?” He took a few steps towards Jiyong. Jiyong pulled the curtain higher so only his eyes were visible and made an embarrassed sound. Seunghyun’s eyes lit up. “Let me see.” He reached for the curtain, pulling at it gently.
“But… promise you won’t laugh.” Jiyong said, still clutching the curtain. “I would never.” Seunghyun smiled and tugged on the curtain again. Jiyong hesitated but then let go of it so Seunghyun could move it out of the way.
“Oh fuck…” Seunghyun cursed quietly as his eyes landed on the blue dress tightly hugging Jiyong’s delicate frame. His prominent collar bones framed gently by the straps, his small waist and slightly curved hips perfectly visible. The fabric clung to Jiyong’s body as if it was made for him. The mid thigh skirt of the dress revealed his legs beautifully.
Seunghyun pushed his way into the cabin with Jiyong and pulled the curtain so they had some privacy. Jiyong stepped away a bit, still giving Seunghyun a shy look. Seunghyun was mesmerized, he couldn’t take his eyes off of Jiyong.
“Shit, you are so beautiful, baby.” He cursed and took Jiyong’s wrists into his hands. “So… you’ve seen me, let me take it off now.” Jiyong said, but deep down he loved the effect the dress had on Seunghyun. It made him happy whenever Seunghyun’s reactions made it clear he liked Jiyong.
But this was more than that. Seunghyun didn’t just like Jiyong, he desired him, wanted him so badly. He pulled Jiyong closer and grabbed his waist, hands running slowly down onto his hips, the size difference stark between his large hands and Jiyong’s slender body.
“Seunghyun, what are you doing?” Jiyong said a small gasp following his question. “Look at you, Ji. You look better in a dress than any woman ever could. So fucking sexy…” Seunghyun said, his voice thick and deep.
He spun Jiyong around so he was facing the mirror and his back pressed to Seunghyun’s chest. “Look…” Seunghyun said and once again slid his hand over Jiyong’s hip and down on his thigh. “You have no idea what you do to me, Jiyong,” Seunghyun mumbled and kissed his neck gently.
Jiyong’s breath hitched. “Seunghyun,” he whispered, “let me take it off.” He tried to stop Seunghyun’s hand that made its way slowly towards the hem of the dress. “Let me take it off of you then” Seunghyun said and slowly pulled the hem of the dress upwards. “No… did you forget where we are?” Jiyong protested weakly but did nothing to stop Seunghyung. He was secretly enjoying the thrill of being touched like this where anyone could walk in on them.
“Then stay quiet, princess…” Seunghyun said, hand sliding under the skirt, grabbing Jiyong’s thigh firmly. Jiyong whimpered quietly and bit down onto his own finger. Despite trying to prevent it, he felt himself getting aroused. And Seunghyun didn’t even try to hide his bulge that pressed into Jiyong’s lower back.
“Seunghyun, we really shouldn’t,” Jiyong whispered, but his hips chased Seunghyun’s hand that just massaged his inner thigh. Jiyong felt Seunghyun’s breath tickle his neck, and his eyes fluttered shut.
Seunghyun slowly unzipped the dress with his free hand and let it fall to the floor with a soft rustle. Then there was Jiyong just in his underwear with a visible hard on. Jiyong whimpered again and hid his face in his own hands. Seunghyun spun Jiyong around again so they were facing each other.
“Ji, let me have you… I know you like it. Isn't this exactly what you whispered to me about the other night? The thrill of someone walking by while I'm deep inside you?” he whispered into Jiyong’s ear. Jiyong wrapped his arms around Seunghyun’s neck and nodded. “Please… I really want it” he said, completely surrendering to the heat of the moment.
Seunghyun groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating against Jiyong’s chest. He didn’t waste another second. He crashed his lips against Jiyong’s, swallowing the smaller man’s gasp. It wasn’t a gentle kiss, it was hungry, desperate, and filled with the kind of need that made Jiyong’s knees weak. Jiyong melted into him, his fingers tangling in Seunghyun’s hair, pulling him closer.
He could feel Seunghyun’s hardness grinding against his hip through the layers of denim, a reminder of exactly how much the dress and the risk had affected him. “Turn around,” Seunghyun breathed against his mouth, his voice a rough command that sent a shiver down Jiyong’s spine.
Jiyong obeyed instantly, bracing his hands against the wall of the fitting room. He looked at himself in the mirror seeing his flushed cheeks, blown pupils and swollen lips from the kiss and the image only fueled the fire burning in his gut. He heard the distinct sound of a belt unbuckling and a zipper lowering behind him. It was loud in the small space, and Jiyong’s heart hammered against his ribs. If anyone was nearby, they would definitely hear that.
“Shh,” Seunghyun soothed, sensing his tension. He ran a hand down Jiyong’s spine, tracing the curve of his ass, while glancing at the small, stylish handbag resting on the bench nearby. He reached over and unzipped it, rummaging briefly until he found the small bottle of lotion Jiyong always carried. “You have to be quiet for me, princess. Can you do that?”
Jiyong bit his lip and nodded frantically. He wasn’t sure if he could, but he was going to try. Seunghyun hooked his fingers into the waistband of Jiyong’s underwear and dragged them down just enough to free him. The cool air of the fitting room hit his heated skin, making him gasp.
Before he could recover, Seunghyun flipped the cap open and drizzled the cool lotion onto his fingers, warming it for a split second before pressing them against Jiyong’s small entrance. He worked his fingers carefully but quickly, stretching him open. It was fast, efficient, and lacked his usual drawn-out gentleness, but Jiyong didn't mind. He needed the friction.
“Hyunnie… hurry,” Jiyong whined softly, quietly, pushing his hips back. Seunghyun let out a dark chuckle. “So impatient.” He whispered but pulled the fingers out and lined himself up, gripping Jiyong’s hip with one hand to steady him. “Relax for me, Ji.”
Jiyong took a deep breath, trying to force his muscles to unclench as Seunghyun pushed forward. The burn was intense, sharp and familiar, and it stole the air from Jiyong’s lungs. He buried his face in the crook of his elbow to muffle the cry that tried to tear from his throat. It was overwhelming, the sheer stretch of it, the angle, the way Seunghyun filled him so completely.
Seunghyun paused once he was fully seated, his chest heaving against Jiyong’s back. He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to Jiyong’s shoulder blade. “You okay?” he whispered, the tenderness in his voice contrasting sharply with the primal way he was holding him. Jiyong nodded, his breathing ragged. “Yeah. Move… please move.”
Seunghyun didn’t need to be told twice. He set a slow, deep rhythm, pulling out almost all the way before snapping his hips forward. Every thrust dragged a silent moan from Jiyong’s lips that he had to viciously bite back. The fear of getting caught was a constant thrumming under his skin, amplifying every sensation. The sound of skin slapping against skin felt obscenely loud in the small, enclosed space, and Jiyong prayed the music in the store was loud enough to cover it.
“Look at you,” Seunghyun grunted, watching Jiyong’s face in the mirror. Jiyong watched their reflection, the scene just intensified his pleasure. The dress was still puddled on the floor, leaving Jiyong’s body exposed, the way Seunghyun’s cock stretched him open clearly visible. “Taking it so well… so pretty like this.” Seunghyun grunted and reached around, wrapping his hand around Jiyong’s neglected length. Jiyong jolted, his hips bucking involuntarily.
“Seunghyun…” Jiyong choked out, his eyes squeezing shut. It was too much. Seunghyun’s hand worked him in time with his thrusts, the heat, the fear, the adrenaline. He felt the coil tightening in his stomach, winding tighter and tighter with every stroke. “I’m gonna…” he whimpered quietly.
“Wait for me,” Seunghyun growled, his rhythm picking up speed. He was getting close too; Jiyong could feel it in the way his grip bruised his hips, in the erratic timing of his breaths. Just then, a sound of footsteps echoed from the store. Jiyong froze, his eyes flying open in panic. Seunghyun stopped dead, buried deep inside him, his hand stilling on Jiyong’s cock.
The silence stretched, heavy and suffocating. Jiyong held his breath, his heart pounding so hard he was sure Seunghyun could feel it against his chest. The footsteps stopped, replaced by the sound of hangers rattling nearby. Jiyong let out a shaky exhale, his head falling back against Seunghyun’s shoulder.
The proximity of the other person was terrifying, but it also sent a jolt of electricity straight to his cock. Seunghyun seemed to feel it too, because he smirked against Jiyong’s neck. “Don’t make a sound,” he whispered, the barest hint of breath against Jiyong’s ear. He pulled out slowly, agonizingly, and then slammed back in, hard.
Jiyong’s knees buckled, and he had to clamp his hand over his mouth to keep from crying out. Seunghyun did it again, deliberately torturing him with deep, grinding thrusts that hit his prostate with unerring accuracy while the other person shuffled around just a few feet away. It was a battle between his body’s demand for release and his desperate need to stay silent. Tears pricked at the corners of Jiyong’s eyes from the sheer intensity of holding back.
Seunghyun’s hand started moving on him again, slick and tight, dragging him closer to the edge. The footsteps retreated a moment later, fading as they moved back toward the front of the store. “Fuck,” Jiyong gasped, the dam finally breaking. “I can’t… Seunghyun, please!” he begged quietly.
“Come for me, Ji,” Seunghyun commanded, his hips snapping forward one last time. Jiyong came with a muffled sob, his body seizing up as his release tore through him. Seunghyun followed him over the edge moments later with a low groan, burying his face in Jiyong’s neck to stifle the sound as he filled him up.
They stood there for a long moment, slumped against each other, both trying to catch their breath. The air in the small cubicle smelled of sex and sweat, and Jiyong felt dizzy with the aftermath. Eventually, Seunghyun pulled away carefully, pressing a soft kiss to the back of Jiyong’s neck. “You okay?” he asked, his voice soft again.
Jiyong nodded, his legs still feeling like jelly. “Yeah. That was… intense.” Seunghyun laughed quietly. “Understatement.” he mumbled, grabbing some tissues from his pocket to clean them both up, making sure Jiyong was presentable and helping him pull his underwear back up. He shoved the used tissues back into his pocket and picked up the blue dress from the floor. “So… we’re buying this, right?”
Jiyong looked at the dress, then back at Seunghyun, a slow smirk spreading across his face. “Definitely.” Seunghyun helped him back into his clothes, and once they were both decent, Jiyong gathered the pile of items they wanted to buy, including the dress, and opened the curtain.
They walked up to the counter, trying to act nonchalant. The cashier barely looked up as she scanned the items, though Seunghyun thought he saw a knowing smirk on her face as she scanned the blue dress. Jiyong paid quickly, wanting to get out of there before his blush gave them away.
Once they had the bags in hand, they stepped out of the store and into the fresh air, Seunghyun wrapped a protective arm around Jiyong’s shoulders. “So, I’m glad you always carry that lotion with you.” he said with a smirk. Jiyong blushed more and punched Seunghyun’s chest weakly. “Yeah… Me too.” he admitted as they began walking away.