Jongdae has just slipped his hand into Joonmyun’s pants when there’s a knock at the door.
“Ignore it,” Jongdae hisses, dipping further and grabbing hold of Joonmyun’s erection. He gives a soft moan, hips twitching up against Jongdae’s palm.
“Joonmyun,” Chanyeol calls from the other side of the door. Jongdae makes a noise of frustration.
“What is it?” Joonmyun asks at the same time Jongdae yells we’re busy.
“Your mother’s on the phone,” Chanyeol says.
“Fuck,” Jongdae complains, reluctantly pulling his hand free.
Joonmyun presses a kiss to Jongdae’s temple. “I’ll just be a minute,” he promises as he makes his way toward the door.
It doesn’t matter now, Jongdae thinks, watching his boyfriend walk away. I’m not in the mood anymore.