Title: Behind Her Back
Pairing: Jongin/Kyungsoo
Rating: M
Genre: Smut, Slight Angst

Warnings: Sex, Cursing, Dirty Talk, Cheating

Summary: When Jongin finds Kyungsoo again, Kyungsoo is now married and has his wife pregnant.

*

It has been five years since they parted away-- a cold and silent, let's break up left Jongin a broken heart and a beer in hand. He swore to himself during that night that he would forget about Kyungsoo, the beautiful boy he fell in love with the first time he had set his eyes upon him, the same Kyungsoo who had shattered his heart, his dreams, his future, for the two of them.

A future with just the two of them.

That's why Jongin didn't expect any of this, didn't expect to see Kyungsoo going home to a house, with his pregnant wife waiting for him by the gate, a warm smile across her lips. Kyungsoo pecks his wife on the cheek, crouching down as he gently palms the woman's big bump as he greets his baby.

Gripping hard on the stirring wheel, Jongin can feel anger and disgust rising up to him. He wants to vulgarly curse and mockingly laugh at the same time-- seeing that this Kyungsoo right now who is going to be a father, is the same Kyungsoo who used to spread his legs for him, begging to be fucked in the ass.

Jongin clicks his tongue, shaking his head with a smirk as he watches the lovely scene of the family on the side mirror of his car. He hasn't fulfilled his promise to himself that he'd forget about Kyungsoo, because after all those years, those wide eyes keep on haunting him to sleep-- he can't sleep. He needs to sleep, and the way for him to have his nice slumber is to get his revenge. His sweet revenge.

"You promised us forever," Jongin whispers to himself as he glares daggers at Kyungsoo's neat face on the mirror that has been once messy-- very messy with Jongin's come. "And now, what the fuck is this bullshit?" He chuckles, eyes dark. "I didn't know you like vaginas."

Jongin follows with his eyes the married couple entering the house, Kyungsoo holding his wife's arm for support as she climbs the stairs. There's a resonating laughter that reaches Jongin's ears when Kyungsoo accidentally bumps against a wall.

"What a happy family," Jongin snorts, rolling his eyes. "Too bad I'll ruin that soon."

Jongin drives his car in record speed, tires screeching loudly against the concrete that has Kyungsoo turning his head only to see smoke in the air. His wife touches his arm lightly asking him what's the matter, which Kyungsoo answers with a smile as he holds her hand lovingly, and walks again.

*

Jongin is back in front of the house.

Today, this lovely Saturday morning, Jongin decides he will meet an old dearest friend of his he hasn't seen for a while. So, fixing his coat and red tie, he presses the doorbell with his index finger and patiently waits. There's a woman's voice of coming! blaring out through the intercom so Jongin spends a good minute humming and smiling, clutching the basket of fruits in his hand.

"Hi. Good morning," the beautiful woman-- Kyungsoo's wife, politely greets the tall male as she smiles brightly. "What brings you here, Mr.?"

"Ah," Jongin clears his throat, mustering the best smile he can offer, not too fake, not too real. "Hello, Mrs. Do. I'm Kim Jongin," He stretches his arm for a handshake, "Kyungsoo's old friend. Best friend, actually. I came here to see him and his family. It's been a while."

"Oh, nice to meet you, Mr. Kim Jongin," the woman softly says, shaking Jongin's hand before she opens the door widely for Jongin to enter the house. "Please come in, my husband will get back from the grocery in a minute."

"Thank you," Jongin mutters, dread coiling into the pit of his stomach hearing this woman call Kyungsoo her husband. "And Jongin would be fine."

"Jongin," the woman articulates, peering over her shoulder as she busies herself in the kitchen while Jongin sits on the couch comfortably. "Do you like coffee?"

"Sure, thank you--"

"Sarang, that's my name," the wife says, that has Jongin tensing for a while as that beautiful name passes through his ears, and he can feel his heart hurt a little bit more than yesterday.

Jongin smiles at her, hiding the bitterness behind his lips as he presses them into a thin line. "Sarang," he mutters under his breath before he is averting his eyes, fists balling tightly.

Jongin observes the cozy place. It is too warm and homely for his liking, love and affection emanating on every corner of the house, from the furnitures, the appliances, the displays, up to the wedding picture hanging on the wall-- that Jongin feels disgustingly sick, like he wants to throw up blood. This place is very suffocating, making him nauseous, like it's forcing him to leave and get back to his lifeless and sullen apartment where he belongs.

"My husband isn't talking about his friends, so I apologize if I didn't know you, Jongin," Sarang says as she places the cup of hot coffee on top of the table. It's black, just how Kyungsoo prefers. Jongin stares at the swirling liquid for a second, and he can feel he is drowning. "I hope you like your coffee black."

"It's fine." Jongin holds the cup and puts it against his lips, it's warm, just how Kyungsoo's lips had felt against his own. "I used to like my coffee black."

The pregnant woman carefully sits in front of Jongin, watching the tall male with interest with a smile on her mouth. Jongin slowly lifts his eyes, sipping his coffee before placing it again on the table. Sarang is unfazed, she's just observing how Jongin breathes.

"Why are you.. looking at me like that?"

"Oh, I--" Caught off guard, she hides her laugh behind her palm. "I was just wondering how Kyungsoo became friends with a good-looking person like you. He never told me about you before."

"I'm offended," Jongin says, showcasing Sarang a teasing curve of his lips. "He had known me for years yet he never mentioned me to you, let alone invited me on your wedding."

"I'm sorry about that. Our wedding was just simple, and I think he's just shy to invite friends," Sarang says, giving Jongin an apologetic smile. "And awkward."

"I guess he hasn't changed a bit." Jongin crosses his legs, putting his hands on top of his kneecaps. Sarang nods, a blush tainting the apples of her cheeks that makes Jongin's hair stand at the back of his neck. Disgusting.

There's a silent click on the door and a series of footsteps few seconds before a loud thump on the ground is heard.

Kyungsoo mutely stands dumbstruck a meter away from the living room, shock combined with horror plastered across his pale face as he stares surprised at their visitor drinking coffee with his wife. Sarang turns to the door, smiling in recognition as she sees her husband, scattered necessities on the floor left forgotten. She stands up excitedly and greets Kyungsoo, telling him about Jongin's arrival.

An orange rolls on the floor just shy a meter away from Jongin's foot. Grabbing the fruit with one hand, Jongin smirks.

"He said he's your best friend! You never told me about him before," Sarang says, taking the paperbag from Kyungsoo's trembling arms as she scurries to the kitchen to prepare the food. "Jongin! Have lunch with us before you leave!"

"My pleasure," Jongin mutters with a devilish smirk on his lips, piercing eyes now staring back at Kyungsoo, not bothering to look away. He plays with the orange on top of his palm, throwing and catching it in the air once in a while.

"What are you doing here," Kyungsoo says within gritted teeth, and Jongin misses that voice, that voice which used to whisper sweet nothings to his ears when he woke up in the morning. "What do you want."

"Is this your way of greeting an old friend?" Jongin asks, beaming ear-to-ear. "Huh, Kyungsoo? How nice of you."

"Jongin--" Kyungsoo mutters, two syllables rolling off against his tongue with practiced ease, and they send tingles through Jongin's eardrums. "Don't bother me anymore."

Jongin raises an eyebrow amusingly. "I'm not doing anything. I'm just trying to be friends with your wife." The way he says the last word makes Kyungsoo choke on his saliva. "Am I not allowed to do that?"

"Please leave after lunch," Kyungsoo says, eyes averted on the other direction. He can sense Jongin's glare boring holes to his face. "And don't come back ever again."

"Okay," Jongin replies, nonchalantly shrugging his shoulders. He walks even closer to Kyungsoo, leaning in to the shell of his ear to huskily whisper: "If that's what you want."

Kyungsoo shudders.

"Ah, I forgot to tell you," Jongin adds, trailing his dark eyes on Kyungsoo's stature from head to toe, then he is leaning again, lips slightly brushing against Kyungsoo's cheek. Kyungsoo can feel tremors running through his skin.

"You look more beautiful than the last time I saw you."

Sarang chooses this time to enter the living room, barely seeing Jongin pulling away from Kyungsoo with his arms crossed against his chest. Jongin turns to look at her, tilting his head to the right as he smiles.

"I guess the food's ready?"

"Yes, please join us," Sarang says with a smile before she gestures Kyungsoo to follow in the dining room. Kyungsoo answers his wife with a curt nod.

"You heard her. Let's go."

Grinning, Jongin playfully squeezes Kyungsoo's ass with his large palm, earning a surprised jerk from the man. Kyungsoo glares at Jongin, eyebrows furrowed angrily.

"Don't act as if we were close."

"You're very jumpy for a straight man, Kyungsoo," Jongin mumbles, before he is walking past Kyungsoo with a smug smile on his lips.

*

Kyungsoo opens the door of the master's bedroom only to see a figure sitting on the bed. Stepping back in surprise, he almost knocks the vase perched on top of the cabinet with his elbow. Jongin turns to him, grinning ear-to-ear.

"What are you doing here?" Kungsoo asks, gripping his fists by his sides as he glares at Jongin. "I told you to leave after lunch. Why are you still here?"

"Your wife said I can stay here for dinner so we can, you know, talk for a while?" Still smiling, Jongin crosses his legs, smoothing the fabric of the mattress with his palm. "Besides, her friends are downstairs, I can't just barge in there and interrupt their conversation, can I?"

"Then get out of here." Kyungsoo massages his temples, sighing. "You're not supposed to be in this room."

"Why? Because this is where you and your wife fuck?" Jongin darkly chuckles, making Kyungsoo to despise him even more. "Have you bended her over on that part," Jongin gestures to the upper part of the bed, "like what I would do to you when we were still together, fucking like horny rabbits?"

Kyungsoo clenches his eyes shut, biting on his lower lip enough to draw blood. He wants to cover his ears not to hear Jongin's words because they sting-- he already forgot what happened in the past. He is now a changed man. He has now a future.

"Oh, I bet you already forgot the feeling of sex since you're wife is now pregnant," Jongin says, breaking into another fit of laughter as he wipes fake tears on the corners of his eyes. "Eight months? Or nine?"

"Jongin, enough," Kyungsoo mutters, and he is now looking straight at his ex-lover's dark eyes staring back at him. "Please leave my house and don't show your face in front of me again." He breathes, turning his head away. "I'm having a child, so don't bother me anymore. Don't bother us anymore."

"After all those years I've searched for you," Jongin says, standing up with arms crossed against his chest as he walks towards Kyungsoo, anger rising up to him ready to unleash, "that was all you're gonna say? Do you think I'm a fucking asshole to just leave without getting what I want!?"

"What do you want!?" Kyungsoo yells, and Jongin can clearly see the veins popping out on the man's neck when he did that. "What the fuck do you want!?"

"I want you back."

Kyungsoo holds his breath.

"But I know that's impossible, isn't it?" Jongin smirks. "So I'm just getting what's possible, and I want you on your back."

Kyungsoo can't believe himself he is hearing this. He swallows the lump in his throat, avoiding Jongin's longing eyes scanning his whole being.

"I am not--"

"Gay?" Jongin finishes, laughing mockingly as he clicks his tongue. "Kyungsoo, marrying a woman won't make you 'un-gay'."

"And marrying you won't give me a child," Kyungsoo retorts back, earning a caught-off-guard response from the taller male. "And I want a child, a child of my own."

"That's not what you said when you gave me your everything.. when I gave you all that I have."

"People change," Kyungsoo mutters. "And I changed."

"No." Jongin walks nearer, cornering the shorter male against the wall. "You're still the same. You never changed, Kyungsoo," Jongin says, voice low. "Because if you did, you should have greeted me with a smile when I came here. You should have welcomed me warmly in front of your family. But no, you didn't." He breathes, lips ghosting against Kyungsoo's forehead. "You're still stuck in the past like me."

Kyungsoo wants to tell him that he is lying, that all he said was a complete bullshit, but he can't bring himself to do that when Jongin's eager lips are already latched against his own, kissing him roughly.

Kyungsoo shoves him away.

"What are you doing!?"

"Did you like it?"

"My wife is downstairs," Kyungsoo roughly mutters as he clutches Jongin's coat with his fist. "You shouldn't be doing this!"

"Let me kiss you just once," Jongin says, almost desperately as he looks straight into Kyungsoo's eyes, not bothering to blink. "And you will never see me again."

With his thumb ang index finger, Jongin tilts Kyungsoo's jaw and looks at his ex-lover's eyes glimmering with rage and something else. Inch by inch, slowly, he leans in and presses his soft lips against Kyungsoo's heart-shaped ones before pulling away quickly.

"I missed you so much, Kyungsoo," He looks away, nails clawing against the wall behind Kyungsoo's head. "You didn't know how my life was really hard without you. I wanted to get revenge for what you did to me but I--" He releases himself from his ex-lover's body, leaning his forehead on top of Kyungsoo's shoulder that has the man catching off guard. "I can't."

"Jongin," Kyungsoo calls, and it's soft and gentle, making Jongin to reminisce the past. "I'm sorry.."

"You're sorry," Jongin dryly says. "You're telling me you are sorry."

"I regretted what I did to you." Kyungsoo cups Jongin's face with his warm palm, running his thumbs against the tall male's cheeks. "And now I still do."

"Your apology won't bring you back to me. You can't change the fact that you're now fucking married and you're going to be father."

Kyungsoo releases his hands from Jongin's face and puts them on his sides "I know. That's why I will make it up to you."

Jongin shoots his head up. "What--"

"You can fuck me."

"Are you sure? You're letting me to fuck you?"

"I am not repeating it again."

Jongin's smirk is back, and he is pushing Kyungsoo on the king-sized bed with extra force as he attaches his lips against Kyungsoo's. Kyungsoo is hesitant at first, allowing Jongin to kiss him as he lies unmoving, but then he is heatedly kissing Jongin back. No matter how he denies it, he misses Jongin and his kisses, he misses all of him.

Kyungsoo places a hand behind Jongin's head to tug him closer, kissing and nibbling the younger's lower lip with his teeth. Jongin lets his slick tongue glide against the inside of Kyungsoo's mouth, eliciting a moan from the man underneath him. He deepens their kiss as he presses their bodies together, his hands roaming around Kyungsoo's body until he reaches the front of Kyungsoo's pants.

And fuck, he's getting hard.

"So, guys can still make you hard," Jongin breathes against Kyungsoo's face that has the man blushing a faint shade of red. "Shut up," Kyungsoo says, before claiming Jongin's swollen lips again for a more passionate kiss.

Without releasing their lips together, Jongin lowers his hips, grinding his clothed erection, up and down, up and down against the tent on Kyungsoo's pants for a delicious friction. Moaning stifledly, Kyungsoo throws his head back to the mattress, canting his hips upward to meet Jongin's dry thrusts. He brings his own knuckles to bite it on his mouth, restraining himself to make a noise when Jongin starts to go down on him.

"Sh-shit.." Kyungsoo clenches his eyes shut, feeling Jongin's hot tongue circling the head of his leaking cock. His pants is pulled on his knees so Jongin discards it completely, throwing it somewhere on the floor. He holds Kyungsoo's cock and kisses the blunt tip teasingly.

"Ahh.. ahh.. shit.."

"You like that?" Jongin whispers, puffing air against the tip of Kyungsoo's hardening dick before swallowing it whole obscenely, bobbing his head up and down. "I bet your wife couldn't suck you off like this," He licks the precome forming at the tip until he reaches the base, stroking it with his hand, "Her mouth is so small, how could she even give you head?"

"Sh-shut up.." Kyungsoo pants, glaring at Jongin below him who's looking at him, eyes hazy with arousal and plump lips wrapped prettily around his cock. Without removing eye contact, Jongin releases Kyungsoo's length only to give the underside of Kyungsoo's member a long and agonizing lick.

Kyungsoo's cock twitches, getting harder even more.

"Does it feel good?"

"Jongin--"

"Guess she couldn't even make you get hard like this. Nor jack you off as amazing as I do," Jongin continues, tugging Kyungsoo's rock-hard cock with one hand in fast strokes. "Ah, I wonder how you put up with her, she's not even that good in bed."

"D-don't talk about her," Kyungsoo hisses, fisting the sheets tightly when Jongin starts to swallow him again, heat enveloping his whole aching cock. He thrusts his hips into Jongin's face, fucking the younger's wide mouth raw. "A-ahh.. Fuck! Jongin.."

Jongin sucks extra hard at the dripping tip before unlatching his mouth with a smirk. Kyungsoo's legs are shaking by now as his throbbing cock springs heavy between them, that Jongin has to hold his thighs down the bed.

"We woudn't want too come early, would we?"

"Fuck--"

"You look so beautiful right now, Kyungsoo," Jongin says as he pulls away to undress himself in front of Kyungsoo's half-lidded eyes, taking off his coat, undershirt and pants. Kyungsoo watches him anxiously, eyeing Jongin's built body he hasn't seen for so long.

"How I wish your wife could see this. Her husband splayed under a man with his cock aching hard while he waits to get fucked in the ass," Jongin laughs. "She would definitely love this sight."

"I said don't talk about her!"

"I'm sorry, am I ruining the mood?"

Kyungsoo only hisses as a reply, and before he knows it, Jongin is now between his parted legs, wide open and obscene for Jongin's view. Jongin likes this sight, a lot.

"W-what are you still.." Kyungsoo groans, impatient, "doing--"

"I don't have lube," Jongin lies, testing the waters. "Do you have some?"

Nodding hesitantly, Kyungsoo flushes a deep shade of red as he turns his head away from Jongin's heavy stare. "L-left.. drawer.."

Jongin laughs at that, almost slapping Kyungsoo's thighs with his palm, just like what he would always do in the past. Kyungsoo feels a sense of familiarity even if he's now flustered as fuck.

"So this is how you get off, huh?" Jongin teases, smirking playfully as he coats his fingers with lubricant. "Fingering yourself like this?" He circles the tip of his index finger around Kyungsoo's puckered entrance, rubbing and pressing but not putting it in. "And imagining someone else is stretching you wide like how I used to do to you before?"

Kyungsoo grabs a pillow and covers his face with it to muffle his loud moans when Jongin starts to thrust two fingers inside his tight asshole. Gasping, he arches his back when Jongin fastens his fingers, pulling and pushing them as he scissors them inside. Kyungsoo has to fist the sheets to find purchase when Jongin adds another finger, stretching his hole apart and it burns. It hurts like a bitch, because his ex-lover's digits are much bigger than his own.

"A-ahh.. J-jongin.." Kyungsoo moans, unsure whether to slam his ass into the fingers inside him, or back away. "Sh-shit.."

"Does it hurt?"

"Y-yes."

Jongin smiles, squeezing Kyungsoo's ass softly. "Don't worry, I'll make you feel good." He deepens his fingers and wiggles them inside, finding Kyungsoo's sweet spot, and he knows he has nudged it when the older shoots his body up like he was being electrocuted. Jongin keeps pressing the spongy tissue inside the heated walls until Kyungsoo is moaning and whining for more.

"I think you're ready now, babe." Jongin holds Kyungsoo's legs as he slightly bends him in half, and Kyungsoo tries not to be affected when he heard the endearment. He watches how Jongin lubes himself up, stroking his big cock with his hand as he aligns it into Kyungsoo's asshole.

Without another thought, Jongin thrusts his hard cock inside the ring of muscles, earning a drawn-out moan from Kyungsoo. He stills for a moment before pulling out slow only to plunge his dick in up to the hilt. A trail of broken ah ah ah ah leaves Kyungsoo's parted lips when Jongin slams his hips in a gradual rapid pace.

"F-fuck! So tight! Ahhh," Jongin mutters, rocking his hips into Kyungsoo, his balls slapping with his movements. "Fucking shit, so good!"

Kyungsoo throws his head back, letting out quiet moans when his ex-lover brings his thighs to wrap them around his torso. Grunting under his breath, Kyungsoo pushes his ass back down to meet Jongin's thrusts as he clutches onto Jongin's toned arms. Jongin smiles down at him, licking his swollen lips before attaching them against Kyungsoo's mouth.

"Ugh, ahh.. Yes.. Jongin.." Kyungsoo pants, returning one or two kisses Jongin plants on his lips as the younger roughly thrusts his cock, impaling it deep inside his clenching walls. "Ahh.. Harder. Harder.. please.."

"I missed how you begged like that," Jongin says with a light chuckle, obliging Kyungsoo's request as he fucks into him in a harder pace, rougher, harsher, until the bed creeks in time with their synchronized movements.

"Kyungsoo, you want this so much? Me fucking your ass hard like this? You missed having someone to top you, didn't you?"

Unable to reply because of the utmost pleasure he is feeling, Kyungsoo just nods, rolling his hips when Jongin hits his prostate accurately. "There! Oh, shit, there.. Ah.. ah.. th-there.."

Smirking, Jongin angles his thrusts perfectly, fucking Kyungsoo in a animalistic pace. When he feels that Kyungsoo is near, he grabs a hold of the older's cock curling against his belly and strokes it in time with his fast thrusts in his stretched asshole.

"J-jongin!" Kyungsoo screams, toes curling as he feels something in his belly coil, pleasure creeping into his spine. He breathes hard, clenching his eyes shut as he shudders. "Fuck, I'm coming--"

Jongin watches how Kyungsoo comes underneath him, feeling a sense of proud that he did this to Kyungsoo, not his wife. He rapidly tugs Kyungsoo's twitching cock, ropes of white come flowing down his hand abundantly. The tightness and addicting heat around his own length buried inside Kyungsoo has him coming as well, filling Kyungsoo's hole with his white and hot release. He looks down, eyes trailing on his ex-lover's filthy entrance full of his semen dripping down the bedsheets. He strokes his cock slowly, painting Kyungsoo's ass cheeks with the last of his load with a satisfied sigh.

"Ugh.. shit.." Kyungsoo uncomfortably whines, feeling the sticky liquid inside his ass as well as his stomach tainted with his own come. "Gross.."

"You still complain with my come," Jongin muses, eyes crinkling into crescents as he gets a tissue on the beside table, wiping the semen off Kyungsoo's hole.

"And you still come inside me even if I told you I don't like it."

"You don't like it because you like it best when my come is on your face."

"Shut up."

"Whatever."

Snorting, Kyungsoo rolls his eyes, not bothering to ease the little smile forming on his lips. He turns to his left slightly, facing the wall as Jongin stands to pick up his scattered clothes on the floor.

"Jongin."

"Yeah?"

"Stay until dinner," he murmurs on a low voice, curling his naked body into a ball. "I'll cook."

Jongin's lips curve into a smile, the first real smile since he got here. "Okay."

*

"Uncle Jongin!!!"

Jongin, with a wide grin on his face, catches Kyungsoo's son. He ruffles his hair lovingly and carries him as they walk together inside the garden.

"How are you doing, buddy?" he asks, tickling Seungjoo's chin when the toddler snuggles into him.

"I'm good, Uncle Jongin!" he exclaims, hugging Jongin's neck as he giggles.

Seungjoo's mom gives Jongin a wave on where she is grilling barbecues. "You're early, Jongin. How's work?"

"The usual. Grumpy clients and all that stuff," Jongin answers with a smile, shrugging as he bounces the boy in his arms. "You need help?"

"No, I'm fine. Just call Kyungsoo, he's now in charge here," Sarang says as she smiles, distributing the plates on the picnic table.

"Sure."

Carrying Seungjoo, Jongin walks inside the house only to find Kyungsoo who is now in the kitchen rummaging inside the refrigerator. He smiles, clicking his tongue as he trails his eyes on the curve on Kyungsoo's perty ass poking out of the ref.

"Uncle?"

"Yes?"

"Daddy and Uncle Jongin.." the three-year-old mutters, innocent searching eyes staring back at Jongin, "I saw.. you two.. kissing and touching and hugging.. on the bed," He clutches on Jongin's neck tightly, "when mommy is not here.. Why?"

"Oh," Jongin says, chuckling with a smug smile on his mouth, looking at Kyungsoo who is now aware of his presence. "We did?"

The boy nods, biting on his lower lip.

"We're just playing, baby," Jongin says, earning a furrow of eyebrows from Kyungsoo few steps away from them. "Because that's how we play."

"Play? But there are no toys.."

"We have our own toys."

"Like cool toys?"

"Yes, super cool toys," Jongin walks towards Kyungsoo, not bothering to avert his eyes off the other male. He turns to the child on his arms, offering him a sweet smile. "But they're only for boys. Mommy is a girl, and this is for boys only. So don't tell mommy about that okay?"

"Like a secret?"

"Like a secret."

The kid nods his head up and down. "Okay!"

"Promise?"

"Promise!"

Jongin chuckles. "Very good. Now, would Seungjoo get down now and play his toy truck so Uncle could play with Daddy, too?"

Seungjoo nods, excitedly getting down on the floor as he runs on the living room. He grabs his truck inside his toy basket and sits on the tiled floor, playing with it animatedly.

"What did you tell my son?" Kyungsoo asks, scratching his temples with his index finger. Jongin just smiles at him as he shoves him gently against the wall.

"Nothing much, just our playtime thingy." He noses Kyungsoo's jaw, right hand traveling underneath Kyungsoo's cotton shirt to fiddle with his soft nipples. Kyungsoo mutters a fuck, my wife is here not now under his breath as he pushes Jongin away weakly.

"Hmm.." Jongin hums, lips already latching against Kyungsoo's neck, and he can see Kyungsoo's adams apple bobbing up and down. He flicks his tongue out to hotly lick against his collarbone, earning a quiet whimper from Kyungsoo. "She won't see.."

"Jongin, no. Fuck! Seungjoo is--"

"Shh--" Jongin hushes Kyungsoo with an index finger on the lips, before continuing on planting open-mouthed kisses against his smooth skin. Kyungsoo can feel his knees melt when Jongin starts to mouth the skin of his shoulders while palming his clothed cock below. "The kid can keep secrets, you know."

"Mnghh.. You're a bad Uncle.."

"But I'm good in bed."

"Fuck you--ahh!"

Hearing a strange noise, Seungjoo turns his little head towards the kitchen door as he clutches his toy with his small hand. He sees his Daddy kissing his Uncle on the lips, while his Uncle's right hand is inside his Daddy's pants, like he is doing something to make it move up and down, up and down.

"Oh, they are playing again," Seungjoo mumbles to himself, but then he shrugs and ignores it, going back to his toy truck to play. Together with the lewd moans in the room, Seungjoo smiles down at his toy and shouts out loud:

"Vrooomm! Vrooom!! Vroooom!!"

*

END

(A/N: Thank you to Sam Smith's Leave Your Lover for giving me such feels. I'm going to hide now because the wife will kill me .___.)