Smooth, junho/wooyoung, pg-13, 285 wc

(aka the drabble i wrote while listening to Santana's Smooth, feat rob thomas!)

Junho wipes the sweat trickling his neck with the back of his hand. His fringe plastered on his forehead and he’s actually panting out. When they said summer is coming early he wasn’t expecting a heat wave directly from hell to come visit him.

He’s lounging in the living room, foot propped on the armrest while staring pathetically at the ceiling, fanning himself with last edition of highcut with Taecyeon’s face on the cover. He’ll frown looking at the slightly crumpled pages later, but the man peed on their poster on his drama so a little crinkle on his mags shouldn’t hurt him.

This is when wooyoung shows up, he’s in a loose shirt and shorts, walking casually from the kitchen, completely absorbed in the half melted popsicle in his hand. His tongue lapping up and down greedily before wrapping his lips around the frozen treat, it a few times, his adam’s apple moving as he swallows and junho can’t stop staring.

“ you want some?” wooyoung offers generously, his lips slowly while sitting back on the couch across junho’s, his  short short shorts riding up a little too much, a knowing sly smile on his face.

It’s sweet and tangy when junho around inside wooyoung’s mouth, his fingers tangling the older man’s hair a bit too tightly, their kissing angle is a bit weird and wooyoung probably going to have bruises on his thigh from the way  junho is straddling him, but by the low moan wooyoung is making it doesn’t seems that he minds. The popsicles continues to melt down wooyoung’s hand , gliding down his forearm , but none of them care at this point.