A Dinner Date

The moans and wiggles inciting low growls from his chest. Your hand reached out to undo his belt and pants, “Okay, here.” you said barely able to focus. You wanted him, and you wanted him now. You needed something more inside of you and while his thumb felt nice it wasn’t enough. “You’re sure?” he asked, already taking over the unbuttoning of his pants, “it’ll be fast, I can’t promise you’ll cum.” You considered this for a moment as he paused, about to rip open the condom package, “Then I guess you’ll just have to make it up to me if that happens won’t you?” You saw his jaw clench as the thought of later filtered through his mind. He made short work of putting on the condom and pulling you to the very edge of the counter. He slowly worked his way inside of you, going gently even while at risk of being caught. Once he was buried inside of you, he kissed you deeply before moving your head to rest against his shoulder. You knew he was doing this to help muffle the sounds of your moans as he thrust, and you wrapped your arms around his body. He moved hard and quick. If you made sounds you weren’t even aware of it, you were only aware of his body moving violently inside and against you. Your fingers digging into his flesh, his rough breathing, you could hear the thumpthump thump of his heart as it raced. You also felt all the wonderful sensations of finally having him inside of you, it had been a while he’d been busy. Suddenly you became aware of something else. Voices. The voices of the other members to be exact. In your haze you couldn’t identify who it was, but Wonho’s thrusts had grown even harder and you realized he’d heard them before you. You weren’t going to get to finish but he’d already promised to make it up to you, so when you felt his orgasm you tightened around him and heard his growl in response. It was your turn to chuckle, but the voices were growing ever louder. All too quickly he slipped out of you, and quickly trashed the used condom. By the time the first member reached the kitchen you had slid further back onto the counter, your dress back in place and Wonho was using the fridge of the door to cover the fact he wasn’t quite finished buttoning his pants. As the other members filtered in they stopped and glanced between the two of you, “What’s up?” Jooheon asked? Wonho cleared his throat, “Uh, nothing. Just finalizing plans for later,” he said with a smile in your direction.

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