“chen, out.”

“shh. quiet, quiet, quiet,” jongin whispers against chanyeol’s lips, his fingers digging into the elder’s hips as he pushes chanyeol against the storage closet door, their personal vjs frantically searching for them in the children’s department somewhere two floors up.

“kris, out.”

chanyeol gasps, throwing his head back against the wooden surface as jongin’s mouth travels across his jaw and down his neck, the younger taking his sweet time to thoroughly ravage the soft, tender flesh along the dip of chanyeol’s collarbone. and jongin gently nips at the already abused, reddening skin, taking care not to leave any lasting marks. because they’re in the middle of filming, with tons of video cameras pointed in their direction, staff running around everywhere.

and just maybe possessively marking chanyeol as his territory wouldn’t be very appropriate for public image. 

somewhere on the other side of the wall, luhan’s piercing shriek and coughing laughter leaks in through the crack under the door, followed right after by the coarse, crackling sound of velcro being ripped off of someone’s back.

“luhan, out.”

“we don’t have much time,” chanyeol pants as jongin presses a light kiss into the crook of his neck, before swiftly dropping down to his knees and making quick work of unbuckling chanyeol’s belt.

jongin glances up to catch chanyeol’s gaze, the corner of his lip quirking up in a smirk as he unzips chanyeol’s jeans and quickly pulls them down, along with his boxers.

“tao, out. sehun, out.”

and for someone who hasn’t even been touched yet, chanyeol is embarrassingly hard already. but he feels no shame as one of jongin’s hands curl around the base of his dick, licking a fat, wet stripe up the underside, before wrapping his lips around the head.

“fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” chanyeol tries not to hyperventilate as more and more of his flesh disappears into the warmth of jongin’s mouth.

“suho, out.”

jongin pulls his head back, hollowing his cheek and dragging his tongue against chanyeol’s heated skin, before bobbing back in, starting up a steady rhythm as chanyeol begins to fuck into his mouth, vulgar, sloppy sounds filling up the crowded space.

chanyeol’s fingers weave through jongin’s hair, biting down on his lower lip so hard that his teeth breaks skin, the metallic taste of blood spreading throughout his tongue.

“over there! go, go, go!”

“get him!”

riiip.

“lay, out.”

starting to feel the need to speed things up, jongin begins to jerk chanyeol off at the base where his mouth can’t reach, taking chanyeol by surprise and making his hips buck involuntarily. and jongin tries not to gag as chanyeol hits the back of his throat, instead speeding up the pace, his head bobbing up and down so quickly, chanyeol thinks he’s going to implode. he’s actually starting to see stars.

“d.o, out.”

chanyeol whimpers, knees shaking as he wills his legs not to give out.

hot.

everything is just so fucking hot.

a slow, tingling buzz spreads throughout chanyeol’s limbs, an electric ball of heat pooling in the pit of his stomach. and chanyeol feels like he’s just been lit on fire. he’s so close.

“xiumin, out.”

chanyeol’s grip tightens around jongin’s hair, accidentally tugging a few strands out of his scalp. and jongin gives one last, almighty suck, pushing chanyeol over the edge.

he comes hot and thick inside jongin’s throat, teeth clamped onto the collar of his vest as he throws all his efforts into not screaming out loud.

“baekhyun, out.”

eventually, chanyeol’s entire body goes numb, as if his arms and legs had turned into jelly, jongin leaning his head against chanyeol’s thigh as he tries to catch his breath.

chanyeol doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to move, wanting nothing more than to cuddle under a blanket and bask in the afterglow. that is, until jongin abruptly shoots up onto his feet, muttering a string of curses as he yanks chanyeol’s pants and boxers up.

“what?”

“shh!” jongin frantically tries to buckle chanyeol’s belt, fingers fumbling in a panic. and chanyeol understands why, his heart stopping and lungs suddenly refusing to work.

tinkle, tinkle, tinkle.

bells.

“ah shit,” chanyeol whispers, pushing jongin’s hands out of the way to do it himself. the echoing sound of footsteps keeps getting louder and louder as chanyeol desperately tries to buckle his belt, scrambling to fix jongin’s train wreck of a hairstyle as soon as he finishes with his pants.

chanyeol brushes jongin’s hair back into place to the best of his abilities, quickly shoving his hands behind his back as the door swings open.

for a fraction of a second, jihyo blankly stares at the guilty expressions on jongin’s and chanyeol’s faces, trying to assess the situation before her as chanyeol raises a finger to his lips, silently begging for mercy.

a calculating smile stretches across her face.

“chanyeol, out. kai, out.”