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“I now pronounce you husbands. You may now kiss.”
A loud cheer from the quests echoed in the venue hall when the newly-wedded husbands shared their first kiss as spouses. Junmyeon couldn’t contain his tears and was sobbing not so quietly while Sehun was just smiling the whole time, admiring the scene before his eyes.
He was happy for Jongin.
Very happy.
He and the aforementioned man remained friends after their break up so seeing his ex-boyfriend happy made him genuinely happy, too.
“Aww look at them.” Junmyeon cooed as the newlyweds giggled after their kiss. “I told you, Sehun, Kyungsoo is just a tiny penguin in human form.” He has a tissue paper in his hands, casually wiping his nose with it. “He’s so cute.” And then he faked a cry.
Sehun wrapped his left arms around his fiancé’s waist as he pulled him closer to him. “You’re cuter than him, baby.”
“Shhh.” Junmyeon placed his pointing finger to Sehun’s lips to shush him up. “He’s the groom here. Let him have this moment.”
The newlyweds started walking down the aisle as their little flower girls and boys showered them with red and white flower petals.
“And besides,” Junmyeon continues, “If it was my wedding and someone from the crowd said that one of the guests is prettier than me, I would crack their neck,” He looked at Sehun with sharp eyes before he continued, "with pleasure.” He even made the gesture with both of his hands, letting his fiancé see what he would do to the culprit if something like that happened.
“Ohh, scary.” Sehun whispered to him.
They were watching the couple head to the exit when Sehun spoke again. “I can’t wait to marry you, baby.”
Junmyeon put so much foundation on his face that morning because even though he didn’t want to admit it, he wanted to outshine Kyungsoo in his own wedding.
Very Junmyeon if you would ask Sehun.
But now, all that foundation seemed to vanish because he was now red all over his face as he heard what Sehun had to say.
As they gathered outside the wedding hall, with the newlyweds in the middle, they all cheered as the couple shared yet another kiss. This time, it was steamy.
“Baby,” Sehun whispered again in Junmyeon’s ears. The latter was taking a video of the grooms and guests that he would probably post on his Twitter account while his fiancé was just caging him in his arms.
“Sehun, stop.” Junmyeon tried to lower his voice so that it would not get caught in the video he was taking. His fiancé’s hand was now gripping his globe.
The guests continued to cheer as Jongin held Kyungsoo’s waist, dipped him 90 degrees, and kissed him as if no one’s watching them.
“Baby, I have a question.” Sehun said in his deep, manly voice, eyes glued to the couple in front of them.
“Whatever you’re going to ask, the answer is No, Mr. Oh.”
“Are you sure, baby?”
“Yes, I am.” The smaller man said firmly. “And please, stop gripping my ass, you horny brat.” Junmyeon said in a low voice while attempting to remove Sehun’s hand to his body but to no avail. He knew his fiancé very well and he knew Sehun wanted to leave the venue and do something more than just gripping that's why he's asking.
“So if I’m going to ask you if you're going to refuse to come with me in the car right now, your answer is no.” Sehun clarified, feeling a little bit proud of himself for coming up with a rebut. “Great.”
Bingo.
“What? I didn’t say I—”
Sehun shut him up by pulling him out of the crowd, excusing themselves from the cheering guests.
“Sehun, babe wait,” Junmyeon wriggled in Sehun’s arms as he struggled to get free from his fiancé. “They’re taking the video for the same-day edit, I cannot miss that!”
“It’s okay, baby. I’m sure they have a lot of clips of you there from the start of the ceremony.” Sehun said, remembering how Junmyeon would always try to pose subtly whenever the video camera would pass through their direction.
They were now in the parking lot, a few steps away from Sehun’s car when the manager suddenly stopped.
“You brought extra clothes, right?” He asked Junmyeon, who was now disappointed for a different reason rather than not being able to be included in the same-day edit video.
“Of course, I did! The reception has a swimming pool in it. Do you expect me to just walk naked there or—”
“That’s great, baby.” Sehun kissed his small boyfriend on the lips. Oh how he loved to do that just to shut his boyfriend up. “We don’t want to paint our coats white so it’s good that you’re prepared.”
“Oh Sehun, I’m telling you—”
They reached the car after some more bickering. “Just get inside, baby.” Sehun gently instructed. But instead of opening the door for the passenger seat, he opened the door for the back seat and urged Junmyeon to get in there.
The smaller man rolled his eyes but obeyed, nonetheless.
He was getting horny, too, alright. And besides, this is Oh Sehun we were talking about.
The Oh Sehun.
The most sought-after bachelor manager of their generation who’s getting married to his secretary so that made him not a bachelor anymore but since they have yet to get married he’s technically still a bachelor.
Get it?
Anyway, the point was, Junmyeon would definitely devote himself to Sehun if he asked him to. Just don’t give him paperworks past working hours or he will whack you— regardless if you were Sehun or not.
“Alright, get on fours, baby.”
“What?” Junmyeon protested. “I’m not going to kneel here!”
“Just do it, baby. Come on, we don’t have a lot of time.” Sehun started to take off his black Louis Vuitton suit and unbutton his pants. “Come on, before they follow suit here.”
Junmyeon didn’t follow what Sehun had ordered him to do. He was the boss in their relationship and the manager in Sehun should know that.
“No,” he stopped his fiancé from moving too much, “you sit here,” he dictated Sehun, “I’ll ride you.”
'Now, that was a better idea.' Sehun thought. The smirk on his face widened as he complied to Junmyeon’s order, sitting in the back seat of his car, his pants already down his leg. He was still wearing his boxer briefs so before Junmyeon could sit on his lap, he attempted to take it of too but the latter had stopped him.
“No, Mr. Oh. We're not going to do it here. Just keep your dick in there.”
“But baby—”
Junmyeon settled himself on Sehun’s lap as he kissed his fiancé. “Just let me ride you, okay.”
They kissed while grinding their manhoods at each other while Sehun was caressing Junmyeon’s sides.
Since both of them were just two horny dudes in human form, they have tried different alternative to penetrative sex whenever they would find themselves hungry for each other, especially when they were in public places. Now, they settled for the simple grinding-their-dicks-together-until-the-friction-is-enough-to-make-them-cum because that was the most suitable thing to do in that situation.
“Baby, take off your pants, I want to feel you.” Sehun said as he groaned.
“I told you, we can’t afford to do it here, Sehun.”
“I know,” Sehun mumbled. He already accepted the fact that he couldn’t score at Junmyeon now but he would make sure that after the reception, it’s not Jongin and Kyungsoo who would go honeymooning. “But your zipper is hurting my dick.”
“Ohh,” Upon realizing what Sehun had said, Junmyeon giggled at how adorable (or horny) his soon-to-be husband was. “You’re so cute, baby.”
“Stop teasing and just take off your pants, Jun.”
Oh, he called him Jun. He must be really horny.
And so, before Sehun would combust, Junmyeon rose from his fiancé’s lap and went straight to the prize.
And by prize, he meant Sehun’s 8-inch sword.
“I don’t want to take off my pants so I’ll just do what I do best.” Junmyeon said as he started pulling Sehun’s boxers down. “But don’t cum on my face, okay?”
Sehun nodded.
Without a word, his dick was already inside his secretary’s mouth. He closed his eyes, head resting back at the car seat’s headrest, and let Junmyeon pleasure him.
They stayed like that for minutes, with Sehun gripping Junmyeon’s hair in the process. And when was so close to coming, the small man withdrew his mouth, wiped it using the back of his palm, and quickly went over to the passenger seat in the front, crossing the gearshift.
“What the hell—”
Junmyeon chuckled at the sight of his fiancé in the rearview mirror, hair disheveled and face full of sweat. “I’m hungry of real food, let’s head to the reception.” He said as he put on the seatbelt as if nothing nasty had happened.
“Baby, what the fuck?”
Junmyeon continued to tease. “Drive now or I won’t marry you, Mr. Oh.”
From the outside, it seemed like the pictorial post-wedding ceremony has already ended as the guests piled up in the parking lot they were in.
And if Sehun’s Louis Vuitton pants cracked open as he tried to quickly put it back in, Junmyeon didn’t escape to notice it.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ve got extra clothes for us, remember?” Junmyeon winked, laughing at his struggling husband-to-be. "I brought your favorite Spongebob sweatpants, I think it will complement your LV coat."
Now, that's a bingo!
“Kim Junmyeon, you can’t do this to me!”