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“Junseo-hyung, what do you think when you look at me?” Anxin asks, unsubtly trying to fulfill his mission.
He’s already asked this question to Sangwon, Leo, and Geonwoo. Sangwon and Leo both easily concluded that he’s handsome, but Geonwoo had quickly figured out what his mission was and refused to say the same. Anxin had given him the stink eye and moved on to Junseo as his next target.
Junseo, who’s holding one of the cameras, blinks. “Uh, usually ‘what is he about to do this time’.”
Jiahao bursts into laughter next to him while Anxin gives Junseo an incredulous look.
“What is that supposed to mean?!”
Junseo shrugs and doesn’t answer. Xinlong giggles at Anxin’s side.
“It means you cause too much trouble, Anxinie,” Xinlong teases.
Anxin splutters.
Geonwoo watches the interaction, smiling. He could join in on the teasing, he normally would, but he’s too focused on Xinlong today. He runs his thumb over the tiny remote in his pocket.
It’s their first time filming a vlog, and the staff had decided to make a little game out of it. Each has their own mission—Geonwoo’s is to hold hands with three different members, Anxin’s is obviously to get people to call him handsome, and Sanghyeon’s has something to do with singing, if his random musical breaks have anything to do with it—that they’re trying to complete while they walk the streets of Seoul.
Their final destination isn’t very far from where the company vans are parked, so they haven’t walked in a straight direction. The staff have weaved them around several blocks, even walking them back down the exact same roads a couple times, waiting for them to complete their missions in order to earn the prize at what Geonwoo’s rumbling stomach hopes is a restaurant.
They pass by a cafe with an open door that’s playing music inside. Sanghyeon notices immediately.
“Hyung, listen,” he says excitedly, tugging Sangwon’s arm and gesturing to the cafe, which has just hit the chorus of “Like Jennie”.
Sanghyeon starts singing along, urging Sangwon to do the same. Sangwon obliges, half-dancing while they walk. Sanghyeon grins. His mission must be to get people to sing with him. Geonwoo will make sure not to sing today.
Geonwoo has no clue what Xinlong’s mission is, though. He hasn’t done anything out of the ordinary from what Geonwoo has seen, and Geonwoo rarely takes his eyes off him. Geonwoo’s managed to hold Anxin’s hand, but hasn’t naturally gotten to anyone else’s. He eyes Xinlong’s hand while his own twitches over the slim remote.
Leo groans. “Ugh, I hope we get a snack after this,” he complains loudly, looping his arm around Sangwon’s shoulders and bringing the camera close to his face. “I’m hungry.”
Xinlong opens his mouth, probably to agree, and Geonwoo presses a small button on the remote to turn it on.
Xinlong inhales sharply as the plug in his ass buzzes to life, stumbling slightly.
Jiahao turns to him, concerned. “You okay?”
“All good,” Xinlong assures him.
When Jiahao turns away, unconvinced, Xinlong shoots Geonwoo a dirty look. Geonwoo smiles back innocently.
The group continues forward, ambling down the sidewalk. Xinlong’s face twists occasionally as he moves. He tries to keep up with the banter, but is noticeably quieter. Geonwoo feels a bit bad for limiting his screentime, but Xinlong agreed to this, and he hasn’t asked Geonwoo to stop, so he doesn’t switch it off.
Junseo trips in front of him and Geonwoo reaches forward to grab his wrist, steadying him.
“Watch it, hyung,” he cautions, then casually slips their hands together. Two down. He celebrates internally.
Junseo thanks him with a smile and keeps walking for a while before he switches his camera to his other hand, breaking his hold with Geonwoo. Geonwoo doesn’t mourn the loss. He’s already satisfied another part of his mission.
They stop at a crosswalk and Xinlong leans against the pole after pressing the button. Perfect. Geonwoo ups the level on the remote.
Xinlong’s body tenses. Geonwoo is close enough to hear him suppress a small noise and it’s music to Geonwoo’s ears. He’s entirely at Geonwoo’s mercy and it’s got Geonwoo feeling kind of high. Everyone else is too ingrained in their conversation to notice.
When the sign lets them walk, Xinlong falls toward the back of the group to walk alongside Geonwoo.
Geonwoo gives him another smile. “How’re you doing?”
Xinlong grimaces. “Fine,” he says, voice tight.
Geonwoo hums. “That’s good.”
He clicks the remote again and Xinlong trips, regaining his balance to elbow him in the side. Geonwoo oofs at the jab, rubbing his side exaggeratedly and sticking his lower lip out.
They keep walking, side by side, trailing behind the rest of the group. Xinlong is no longer contributing to the conversation. His jaw is set as he focuses on keeping his composure. One of their managers looks at him strangely. Geonwoo takes pity on him and turns the vibrator down, then makes sure Xinlong can see him take his hand out of his pocket.
Xinlong takes a deep breath to readjust and gives Geonwoo a thankful look. Geonwoo smiles back. It won’t last long.
They turn another corner, and Geonwoo recognizes the parking garage where the company vans are parked. They really have just been walking in circles. At least it’s a nice day for a walk.
Anxin leans over to talk to Sanghyeon, and Geonwoo catches their conversation.
“I’ll sing a duet with you if you call me handsome,” he whispers conspiratorially.
Sanghyeon returns his offer with a devious grin. “Deal.”
He loudly announces that he thinks Anxin is handsome and Anxin takes a moment to bask in his manufactured praise before launching into an aespa rendition that Sanghyeon quickly joins. Geonwoo finds himself smiling at the alliance the two maknaes had formed.
They pass a childcare center with a colorful storefront and Sanghyeon, the little shit, points at a cartoon monkey in the window.
“They’ve got Geonwoo-hyung here,” he jokes.
Geonwoo lunges to grab the back of his jacket, but Sanghyeon dances out of his way, sticking his tongue out. Geonwoo is so gonna get him back for that later.
Xinlong laughs at the scene, calling Geonwoo’s attention back to him. Geonwoo raises an eyebrow his way and reaches for his pocket.
Panicking instantly, Xinlong snatches his hand and holds it instead. Geonwoo accepts his hand and swings it between them, happy to get some subtle PDA with his boyfriend with the added bonus of completing his mission.
Xinlong squeezes his hand, and Geonwoo squeezes back.
“Still okay?”
Xinlong nods, reassuring him.
The group continues walking, and Geonwoo doesn’t let go of Xinlong’s hand. It’s part of his mission, anyway. He can get away with it.
He takes in the sights of the city, idly tuning out the conversation even though he really should be engaging for content. He can almost pretend it’s just him and Xinlong, out for a walk, with no members or staff or people who recognize them on the street. It’s a nice fantasy.
Xinlong nudges him. “Watch Jiahao. He’s going for Junseo’s pocket again.”
Geonwoo catches the again with a degree of surprise—he hadn’t caught Jiahao doing anything with Junseo’s pockets. But, sure enough, he’s aiming his slippery fingers for the eldest’s jacket. Geonwoo watches, impressed, as he slides his hand into Junseo’s pocket and produces his phone before smoothly slipping it into his own pocket.
Geonwoo whistles. “How do you even notice that?”
“He’s been poking around his pockets for almost the whole walk. I think Junseo is too absorbed in filming to notice.”
Geonwoo thinks Junseo might be too absorbed in Jiahao to notice, but he keeps that thought to himself.
They keep filming, and Geonwoo waits for Junseo to realize the absence of the weight in his jacket, but he never does. He smiles dopily at Jiahao whenever he speaks. Geonwoo wonders if he seems like that around Xinlong. For the sake of his ego and Cool Factor™, he hopes not.
The vibe between them feels so natural, he almost forgets what he and Xinlong are secretly doing. But the redness of Xinlong’s ears and the occasional stumble in his step serves as a reminder of what he’s hiding under his clothes. And the control in Geonwoo’s pocket.
As much as Geonwoo could go for a meal at the end of the mission segment, there’s something far more satisfying walking by his side. And the van is parked only a block away.
Suddenly, Geonwoo shoves their clasped hands into his pocket and presses a finger to the remote, pressing it several times. Xinlong’s grip on his hand tightens with surprise before he slumps against Geonwoo’s side, quickly turning to muffle a moan into Geonwoo’s jacket.
The other members quickly notice and stop, concerned.
“Xinlong, are you sure you’re alright?” Sangwon asks, his voice soft and worried.
Xinlong holds Geonwoo’s jacket for support, fist curling into the fabric. He struggles to speak. Geonwoo can almost hear the whirring of the jacked-up toy in his ass. His jeans are starting to grow tight.
Geonwoo rubs Xinlong’s back with fake sympathy. “I think Xinlong needs to sit down.”
Xinlong makes a noise familiar to Geonwoo that the others seem to interpret as agreement. Geonwoo looks to one of the managers, the one that had noticed Xinlong’s off behavior earlier.
“Can we go back to the vans? I think he needs a private place to breathe.”
The two managers exchange quiet words, probably relieved that Geonwoo had suggested going to the parking garage instead of disrupting filming for a hospital trip. The more observant manager elects to walk over to Xinlong’s other side. He moves to help Xinlong by the arm, but Geonwoo waves him off.
“I’ve got it.”
The manager nods. “Alright. You and I will bring him to the car. Everyone else, keep filming like normal.”
The members look a little nervous, but Geonwoo gives them a reassuring nod. He pinches Xinlong to get his attention, who gasps.
“It’s okay,” Xinlong manages. He’s trembling like a leaf against Geonwoo. “I just– I just need someplace alone. You guys keep going.”
Geonwoo smiles. “Long-ah, you’re so considerate of other people’s feelings. You should be more concerned about yourself.”
While he speaks, his hand dances over the exposed skin of Xinlong’s neck, sliding to hold him just above the neckline of his sweater. A subtle threat. A promise of what’s to come. One Xinlong clearly recognizes.
The manager leads them away from the group, who fall back into step. The way to the parking garage isn’t far, but Geonwoo still walks slowly. He doesn’t turn the remote down the whole way. He opts instead to support Xinlong as he staggers toward the garage, turning off both of their microphones. Every movement seems to jostle the buzzing toy inside him, if the weak little noises that keep slipping from Xinlong’s mouth are any indication.
“Geonwoo-ssi, you’re so caring with your members,” the manager praises when they arrive at the car.
Geonwoo gives him a winning smile.
“Just looking out for my team,” he responds, hoisting Xinlong up and watching him bite his lips to suppress another sound. “You should head back. I’ll call or text you when Xinlong’s feeling better to come pick us up.”
The manager nods and hands him the keys. They fall into Geonwoo’s hand with a jingle.
“Thanks,” he grins.
Geonwoo helps Xinlong, who shudders at the movement, into the car, and he slumps into one of the seats. After settling Xinlong into the van, he turns back to the manager.
“I really appreciate this, manager-nim,” he thanks again.
The manager waves him off, but there’s a smile on his face, pleased with Geonwoo’s flattery. Geonwoo slides the door shut and locks it, then watches the manager retreat. Xinlong lets out a loud moan beside him, grinding down against the toy and throwing his head back with a sigh. Geonwoo pushes up the armrests between them.
“I can’t believe he just—” Xinlong cuts himself off with a ragged breath “—gave you the keys, what the fuck.”
Geonwoo smirks, running his teeth over his bottom lip. “Flattery gets you a long way with staff, Long-ah.”
Xinlong rocks back against the toy instead of replying. A stupid, jealous little part of Geonwoo gets upset and he switches it off. Xinlong groans, a little with frustration and a little with relief.
“You looked so hot out there,” Geonwoo murmurs, sliding a hand over Xinlong’s thigh. “Had you in the palm of my hand and nobody knew.”
Xinlong shakes his head. “You’re insane.”
It’s not the first time he’s said it.
Geonwoo shrugs. “You like me, though.”
“Sometimes I wonder what’s wrong with me for that.”
Geonwoo squeezes his thigh. Then, with just tinted windows and a car lock separating him and Xinlong from the rest of the world, he kisses him.
Xinlong responds immediately, wrapping his arms around Geonwoo’s neck and pulling him close. Geonwoo slides out of his own seat in favor of leaning overtop of Xinlong, quickly deepening the kiss. He shoves Xinlong’s sweater up to grope at his stomach and his hand runs over the obvious bulge hiding under the hem of the oversized top. The thought of Xinlong being so responsive to Geonwoo’s control with the remote, only barely concealing his hardness beneath the sweater, makes Geonwoo groan.
Impatient, Geonwoo pulls away and drags Xinlong out of his seat and into the back, pushing him to lay on the row of seats. Xinlong shifts to make himself more comfortable, gazing back up at Geonwoo with hooded eyes. Geonwoo wants to ravage him.
Geonwoo kneels over the younger and reconnects their lips, hungry. He grinds against him, rubbing their fronts together and releasing a low noise into Xinlong’s mouth. Xinlong hastily undoes his pants while Geonwoo pulls his sweater down to mouth at his chest, then he unbuttons Geonwoo’s. They pull their pants down just enough to free their crotches and grind their clothed erections together, moaning against each other’s lips.
Geonwoo feels like a teenager, stealing away with his boyfriend for a quickie, hiding out where anyone could pass by and hear them. He rolls his hips against Xinlong’s and suckles on his tongue. Xinlong’s hands slide up under Geonwoo’s shirt and to his back, rucking up his shirt and tracing over his spine. Geonwoo wishes they had more time. Wishes he was taking Xinlong in a better place than the back of a company van. Wishes a lot of things.
Xinlong clearly doesn’t care as much. One of his legs hooks around Geonwoo’s hips and draws him down to rub their bulges together again, leaking through their boxers. Geonwoo’s groan is low and guttural. Xinlong licks it out of his mouth, gripping his shoulder blades.
“Hyung,” he breathes, voice low with desire. “Want you so bad.”
Geonwoo yanks down the collar of his sweater to bite at his collarbones, marking him in a place cameras and stylists won’t see. Xinlong whines, one of his hands slipping from under Geonwoo’s shirt to tangle in his hair. Geonwoo attacks his chest, nipping at what he can uncover of Xinlong’s pecs before releasing the collar and trailing back up to kiss Xinlong’s jaw.
Geonwoo pushes under Xinlong’s sweater to grip at his waist, his large hand firm around the dip. He uses the hold to pull him up, arching his back to give Geonwoo a better angle to grind against him. Xinlong lets himself be manipulated in Geonwoo’s hands, following every push and pull without resistance. Geonwoo can already feel himself growing close, pent-up from watching Xinlong earlier and too excited to have him below Geonwoo now.
Geonwoo’s free hand slides up to wrap around Xinlong’s throat, not squeezing, not yet, just there. Xinlong whines as he ruts up against Geonwoo’s erection. Geonwoo applies just the slightest bit of pressure and hisses when Xinlong’s nails dig into his back.
“Hyung,” Xinlong gasps again. “Please.”
Geonwoo smiles, teeth scraping against Xinlong’s jaw. He presses down on his throat again and feels Xinlong’s cock twitch against his. Xinlong moans, choked out between Geonwoo’s fingers.
“Good, Xinlong-ah,” Geonwoo murmurs, caressing his neck before squeezing again, tighter.
Xinlong’s hands fly up to grip Geonwoo’s wrist, but he makes no effort to tear Geonwoo’s hand away. Geonwoo grinds their hips together again and watches Xinlong’s eyes flutter shut.
He presses a kiss to Xinlong’s eyelid and Xinlong lets out a little whimper. He tries to say something, voice ragged and garbled, that trails into another moan.
Geonwoo kisses his cheek. “Try again.”
Xinlong utters another weak, frustrated sound. “Harder,” he whispers.
Geonwoo’s grip around his throat tightens instantly and Xinlong’s eyes unfocus. Finding the pressure points on Xinlong’s throat has become second nature to Geonwoo, those perfect spots to dig his fingers into and send signals straight to Xinlong’s dick. He rolls their hips together, almost like he’s fucking Xinlong in the car. The moan Xinlong lets out is strangled and desperate.
“Close,” he chokes out, fucking back up against Geonwoo’s friction.
Maintaining his grip on Xinlong’s throat, Geonwoo’s other hand slips into his pocket to retrieve the forgotten remote. His knees dig into the cushion of the carseats as he thrusts forward against Xinlong’s bulge. He clicks the vibrator back on and Xinlong convulses beneath him.
Their pace grows wilder, grinding sloppily together as they both chase their release. Geonwoo turns up the level and chokes Xinlong’s moan away, inhaling every hoarse gasp he manages while they rut together.
Geonwoo leverages Xinlong’s legs up with his arm, still holding the remote, and pulls his hips up high enough to grind right against his ass. He can feel the vibrations from the toy, pressing his bulge to the base and groaning at the sensation. Xinlong’s hand slips down his front to palm himself and Geonwoo’s grip on his neck tightens.
Geonwoo clicks the remote higher, partly for Xinlong and partly for himself, hiking Xinlong’s legs higher to give him better access to share the vibrations. Xinlong releases a strangled cry as he comes, the muscles in his neck jumping against Geonwoo’s palm. Geonwoo follows soon after, grinding against the curve of Xinlong’s ass before spilling into his pants, pressing his wet front between Xinlong’s legs.
He quickly slips his hand away from Xinlong’s throat, letting the younger inhale raggedly.
“Off,” he gasps, “too much.”
Geonwoo hurriedly turns the vibrator off and tosses the remote onto one of the seats. He lowers Xinlong’s legs back down and gives him a moment to breathe. Then, he slumps down on top of him, laughing breathily when Xinlong grunts at the weight.
Xinlong plays with his hair. “You’re insane,” he says again.
“Mmm, love you too,” Geonwoo murmurs into the softness of Xinlong’s sweater.
They lay there for a moment, coming down from their respective highs in the backseat of the van. It’s by no means comfortable, firm and small and far too cramped for their long legs, but Geonwoo will always feel comfortable in Xinlong’s arms. Xinlong rests his hand in Geonwoo’s hair, lazily carding his fingers through the strands.
Geonwoo’s phone buzzes. He wants to ignore it, but Xinlong nudges him.
“Check your phone.”
Geonwoo huffs against Xinlong’s chest, but he reaches back and digs out his phone nonetheless. It’s a text from Junseo.
The first thing he sees is a selfie from Jiahao, who apparently still hasn’t returned Junseo’s phone. Then, there’s two messages.
Stole Junseo’s phone for my mission LOL
Is Xinlong doing alright? We’re about to move on with the vlog but the managers say they haven’t heard from you
Geonwoo reads the message aloud, then trails off as they both look down at the messes they’ve made in their pants.
“Oh, shit.”