for fuck’s sake.

kris tries to ignore the static heat sizzling towards his crotch as chanyeol nibbles, fucking nibbles, on his shoulder. at an airport. crowded with people. people wielding fucking dslr cameras with 20x optical zoom that can pretty much magnify every tiny fucking pore in your skin to the point where you can count each and every single fucking one.

yeah, no. this is not okay.

slightly starting to sweat and mildly irritated, kris jerks his shoulder to shrug chanyeol off. but the little prick just sways over to the other side, undeterred, and digs his teeth into kris’ opposite shoulder.

god, that feels so fucking good.

kris clamps his teeth into his lower lip, biting back the embarrassing moan that threatens to tear out of his throat.

no, we’re in a public area. public. people. cameras. people. public.

mentally counting down from fifty in all four languages that he knows, kris is already at the very extremes of his iron will limits, using up every bit of patience left in his reserve not to throw the overgrown child onto the ground and take him then and there.

but if the little fucker doesn’t stop there soon…

with an impish grin, chanyeol glides the tip of his nose across kris’ broad shoulder, stealthily slipping his hand under kris’ shirt and dragging his fingers across the hem of his boxers.

with a sharp intake of breath, kris grabs chanyeol’s hand out of his pants, mumbling a quick excuse to their manager about indigestion, and drags the younger boy across the terminal towards the public restrooms.

briefly checking to make sure that the entire area is empty, kris selects the nearest unoccupied toilet and shoves chanyeol into the stall without much preamble.

“you little shit. you think you’re funny, do you?” kris hisses into chanyeol’s ear as he presses into chanyeol’s back, pushing the boy hard against the stainless steel wall.

“yeah, i think i’m pretty funny,” chanyeol replies with that mischievous smile, gasping as kris roughly gropes the curve of his ass. “you know, in charge of variety in exo and all that.”

“yeah, no,” kris replies, running his hands along chanyeol’s long torso and thrusting hard against his ass. “you talk too much.”

“then do something about it,” chanyeol pants, fingers scrabbling for purchase on the solid, cold surface surrounding his entire body. and feeling just a little more than urgent, he tries to grind back into kris’ crotch, but the elder merely stops him.

“hyung,” chanyeol whines, almost jumping up and down from the anticipation.

“is that a challenge?” kris drawls, fingertips digging into chanyeol’s waist to keep him still and steady. “don’t go starting something you can’t finish.”

“just hurry up!” chanyeol whimpers, reaching over his shoulder to grab a fistful of kris’ hair and bring him down for an impatient, heated kiss.

and kris willingly follows, running his tongue along every crack and crevice of chanyeol’s mouth, eagerly mapping out every inch of it as chanyeol fights back for dominance.

nope.

kris easily tames the wayward tongue, drawing out a loud moan from the younger that reverberates straight down to his already straining bulge.

and when they finally break for air, kris lets out a shaky laugh, leaning his forehead into the crook of chanyeol’s neck and trying to bring his overheated body under control. “not right now.”

“gege,” chanyeol whines even louder.

“our fans are out there,” kris says a little more firmly, stepping away from the horny chanyeol and spinning him around to draw him into a hug. “we have a schedule to get to. i promise, later,” kris whispers, pressing a light kiss into chanyeol’s temple.

chanyeol huffs, but doesn’t argue any further.

"just,” kris adds as he intertwines their fingers and leads the way out of the stall, stopping by the mirror to check that they’re presentable first. “don’t pull stunts like that in public. before i really cause a riot.”