Jongdae moans brokenly, stroking his fingers through Joonmyun’s hair as his boyfriend takes more of Jongdae’s cock into his mouth. Warm and wet, Joonmyun’s tongue swirls around the head just the way he likes it, and he hums as bobs his head down again.
“Joonmyun,” he moans, toes curling in pleasure when Joonmyun goes faster, sucks him just a bit harder. He’s so close now, and he just manages to choke out a warning before–
Knock, knock, knock.
“No, no, no,” Jongdae whines as Joonmyun pulls off of him with a lewd pop.
“Can it wait?” Joonmyun asks whoever is on the other side of the door, offering Jongdae an apologetic smile.
“Er, probably not?” It’s Baekhyun this time.
“At least it’s not Chanyeol again,” Jongdae grumbles.
Baekhyun snorts. “It kind of is,” he calls.
Joonmyun sighs, wiping the spit and precome from his face with a tissue. “What did he do this time?”
“He got his finger stuck in the washing machine,” Baekhyun explains. “Again.”
“I’ll be out in a minute,” Joonmyun calls to Baekhyun. To Jongdae, he says, “be right back.”
Except he won’t because the last time it took over an hour to get Chanyeol free. Jongdae curses his best friend’s existence as he works on getting himself off. Joonmyun better make it up to him later.