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Kun almost had a heart attack. In the dark of his business class seat in the plane, between his legs. A pair of feline eyes looked up at him.
In the limited space, Ten waited for Kun to wake up. Hands on his thighs. “Are you angry?” he asked as soon as the Chinese woke up.
“Ugh?”
“Are you angry - with me?”
“ugh?!”.
“You put on your headphones and turned to the window side to sleep. We always talk on planes, always.”
“Ten.”
“Wherever I did I am sorry.”
“Is not-”
Ten tilted his head, cute. He looked cute like a confused kitten. “Is it the company?”
“Ten…”
“Tell me.”
“It's a me thing, don't worry.”
“Tell me.”
“There is nothing to tell.”
“We can do it the easy way or–…!”
The leader fell trapped, in the position and the situation.
The truth, the activities. And how minimal things reminded him how different he and Ten were.
For Kun, the road was the goal, watch the team have fun. The pictures, the memories, the weird. For Ten, the win was the goal, he loved the team and adored their time together, No doubts about that. But still.
“Why does everything have to be a competition?”
“Hgh?”
“Every game, even when they put us as a group. You have to make it a competence, this… who comes out first.”
“Life is a competition, are you sore you were the last?”
Kun frowned, If Ten didn't understand his feelings. Then there was no need in discussing it. A fight over nothing was not what the team needed right now. “Go to your seat, I need to sleep.”
Ten’s mouth fell open. “Kun.”
“I told you it's ME thing, go.”
“I am sorry.”
“There is nothing to…Ten!” Kun panicked. With a pout, Ten put his hands to work and fought with the button of the leaders jeans. “Ten...there are people around.”
“never stopped us before.”
Kun licked his lips. Spreading his legs, glassy eyes looked down.
Ten continued.“You know why I do it?”
Kun shook his head no.
“I do it because... How do you think I feel when you get better at something else?” Ten finally undid the leader's button and zipper. His hands were cold against the soft warm belly. “I need to be the best, because you are the best too. I dance and train and perform. And you… you can fly a fucking plane… Do you understand?”
Kun bit back a moan when Ten lapped the head of his cock.
Looking up at the blushing leader. Ten smirked, “I need to win to deserve you.”
“Ten hggnnm!!!” Kun buckled his hips, sliding on the seat.
Using the position and frivolous rip just under his ass to his advantage, Ten slipped a hand inside the pants of Kun.
Ten took him in his mouth. Pushing a dry finger up his ass. Kun bit the back of his hand. Controlling his sounds.
Ten did what he knew best. What they had done before countless times.
The finger did not intrude much, the least that he wanted was to hurt his… his… Friend? Lover? everything?
The finger hooked just enough to send Kun into eclasty. Belly tensed and lower back pushed forward. His legs spread a little by inertia.
Ten sucked till the last drop and lapped around lazily, then nuzzled from dick to navel. The delicious trail that was only his to explore. “understand?”
Kun nodded, licking his lips. “you can win… all you want.”
Ten smiled. Going up for a kiss.