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The backseat was dark, the only light spilling in from the street lamps outside, flickering softly across their faces. Jeonghan was already straddling Seungcheol’s lap, their bodies pressed close, breaths mingling in the warm, confined space. The windows had already begun to fog, their soft pants filling the air.
Seungcheol’s hands roamed slowly over Jeonghan’s back, fingertips dragging up under his shirt, tracing along his spine. Jeonghan shivered, gasping into Seungcheol’s mouth as they kissed - slow, deep, and intoxicating. Seungcheol tilted his head, deepening the kiss, his fingers curling into Jeonghan’s shirt to tug him even closer.
Jeonghan melted into him, fingers tangling into Seungcheol’s hair, tugging softly at the short ponytail. Seungcheol groaned, the sound low and deep, his grip tightening on Jeonghan’s hips.
"Han-ah," Seungcheol whispered, his breath hot against Jeonghan’s lips. "Missed you so much."
Jeonghan nipped at Seungcheol’s lower lip, a teasing smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Missed you too, babygirl."
Seungcheol huffed a soft laugh, arms winding tighter around Jeonghan’s waist, pulling him flush against his chest. "I’m not a babygirl," he mumbled into Jeonghan’s neck, but the way Jeonghan tugged at his ponytail made his breath catch.
Jeonghan pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, fingers gently threading through Seungcheol’s hair. "You’ve got the muscles, sure." He leaned in, voice dropping to a whisper. "But you’re still my babygirl."
Seungcheol’s eyes darkened, hands slipping lower to grip Jeonghan’s thighs, holding him steady as their bodies pressed closer. He cupped the back of Jeonghan’s neck, thumb stroking the short hair there, and whispered, "Angel. Even with your wings clipped, you’re still my angel."
Jeonghan stilled, heart fluttering in his chest. Seungcheol’s touch was reverent, his fingers sliding through Jeonghan’s hair, petting softly. "So beautiful," Seungcheol murmured. "Every inch of you."
Jeonghan flushed, heat rising under his skin, and kissed him again - slow, deliberate, each brush of their lips a quiet promise. Seungcheol kissed him back just as softly, fingers curling into Jeonghan’s shirt, tugging him impossibly closer.
Their kisses grew deeper, more desperate, hands wandering across heated skin. Seungcheol’s palms slid under Jeonghan’s shirt, dragging up along the curve of his spine, feeling every shiver, every soft gasp. Jeonghan whimpered into his mouth, fingers tightening in Seungcheol’s hair, tugging the ponytail just enough to make Seungcheol groan.
Seungcheol pulled back just enough to drink him in, eyes heavy and dark. "God, look at you," he whispered, thumb tracing along Jeonghan’s cheek. "Your arch. So perfect. So beautiful."
Jeonghan gasped as Seungcheol’s hands traveled down his sides, gripping his hips firmly, possessively. "Han-ah," Seungcheol breathed, pressing kisses along Jeonghan’s jaw, down the column of his neck. "You’re mine."
Jeonghan arched into him, head tilting back to give Seungcheol more access. "Good," he whispered, voice soft and teasing.
Seungcheol chuckled, hands gripping Jeonghan’s hips, guiding him to rock forward. The car rocked slightly with their movements, the windows fogging up completely now, leaving them wrapped in their own little world.
As the city lights flickered outside, they stayed tangled together, lost in each other, their hearts beating in sync.