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“Missed you, hyung,” Hyunjin whispers against Chan's well-kissed mouth. Chan chuckles, which makes Hyunjin pout. “What’s so funny?”
“Nothing,” Chan says breathlessly. “Just… I already kind of figured on account of the, you know…” He runs his hands up and down Hyunjin’s thighs where they're splayed on either side of his own, and he smiles. “…eagerness.” Hyunjin huffs. So maybe he had clambered over the center console to straddle Chan's lap and kiss the air out of his lungs literally as soon as they got in the car, and what of it?
Hyunjin nips at Chan's jaw to reprimand him for laughing as well as to hide his own flush against the side of Chan's neck. “It's not my fault you abandoned me for weeks,” Hyunjin mutters. When he inhales deeply, the familiar scent of Chan only makes the yearning run all the deeper, all the hotter in his blood. Even though Chan mostly smells like sweat and stale airplane air, Hyunjin still wants to fucking devour him.
“Hey.” A gentle hand cradling the side of Hyunjin’s face makes him pull back to look at Chan again. “I'm here now, baby,” Chan assures. His dimples have something feral roaring in Hyunjin's chest. “I'm not going anywhere for a long time.”
“You better not,” Hyunjin mumbles. Without tearing his eyes away from Chan's face, he reaches down to undo the button and zipper of Chan's pants, then his own.
Chan makes no move to stop him, though he does frown. “Baby,” he breathes. “Someone might see us.”
“Don't care,” Hyunjin says. He would've let Chan fuck him on the floor of the arrivals terminal without a second thought. The parking garage is practically empty, anyway.
“Of course you don't,” Chan chuckles, cutting off into a moan when Hyunjin finally gets a hand on his cock. God, Hyunjin fucking missed him. He wants to do so many things, but the limited space of the passenger seat only allows for so much.
Hyunjin settles for wrapping his fingers around both of them to stroke them off in tandem. He can't help himself from bucking his hips just slightly, the soft underside of his cock rubbing along Chan's with the motion, a gasp exclaimed against his lips. Chan's hands migrate to Hyunjin's ass to guide his movements, to make him keep going. It's dizzying, being this close after being so far apart. On the edge of claustrophobic, but at the same time Hyunjin wishes they could be even closer somehow. “Hyung,” Hyunjin whispers. His chest feels tight. His back feels clammy, shirt sticking to his skin. His head is spinning. “Channie-hyung.”
“Here, baby,” Chan says. He peels Hyunjin's hand away and leads it to his own mouth, and Hyunjin moans loudly when Chan spits into his palm. When Hyunjin curls his hand around their cocks again, the slide is easier. Wetter. The slick sound is lewd and only overshadowed by their own breathless panting.
It’s over quicker than Hyunjin would have wanted it to be, but he has been pent up for so long that he just can't help it. He can feel it building, building, building in his core until he can’t contain it any longer. Hyunjin manages to fumblingly shove Chan's shirt up and out of the way, and when he glances down at Chan's exposed abs, it seems to be the final push that sends him falling over the edge. He arches his back as he comes and has to press his palm against the roof of the car to keep himself from actually falling over. Through the haze of his orgasm, he feels Chan’s cock pulsing in his hand as he comes as well moments later.
The air in the car is stuffy. Hyunjin used to think that windows fogging up from people having sex in a vehicle was some kind of exaggerated movie thing, but the windows sure are clouded with condensation. There's a drop of sweat trickling down Hyunjin’s spine. His hair is sticking to his temples. He feels gross, and he's sure Chan feels even grosser after spending hours on a plane and then getting covered in two loads of cum right after, but Hyunjin doesn't want to move. Chan has his head leaned back and his eyes closed as he tries to catch his breath. He opens his eyes, however, when Hyunjin rubs their noses together. “Wanna fuck me in the backseat next?” he whispers with a grin.
Chan's chuckle sounds a little pained. “I mostly want a shower and a long nap,” he admits. Hyunjin crosses his arms with a pout. Not fair. He's been deprived of Chan for so long, he hasn't had his fill of him yet. Chan smacks Hyunjin's ass playfully to make him stop sulking. If he thinks that is going to deter Hyunjin, he's a damn fool. “Besides, for our first time back together I want to fuck you properly. In an actual bed. It's what you deserve.”
That, at least, makes Hyunjin reconsider. He sniffs. “Sex, then shower, then nap,” he demands. Chan sighs like he wants to object, but Hyunjin reminds him: “It's what I deserve!” Chan sighs once more, but doesn't say anything else. He only reaches out his finger to draw a heart in the condensation on the window, and when Hyunjin's petulant pout melts into a smile, he pulls Hyunjin in to kiss him again.