Chapter XV

                                    

                                          
Jisung's hands slip underneath my shirt.
I shivered from the cold sensation of his fingers against my skin. The pads of his fingers trail over my chest and trace circles around my nipples. I sway my hips slightly as he grinds against my butt.
His tender lips graze my shoulder, leaving a delicate trail of butterfly kisses as they move up to the curve of my neck. I instinctively tilt my head, granting him access to my neck, where he lightly nibbles with gentle, tempting bites.
Jisung's hand trails down my chest and slips down the front of my pants. I release a breathy moan as he strokes my growing erection. I buck my hips, fucking his hand. Whiny moans left my lips. "Look at you. I don't even have to do anything." He chuckled.
Jisung spoke in a low whisper as he withdrew his hand from my cock, "Open your mouth." He lifts two fingers to my mouth. "I'd rather suck you off." I bite my lip and glance at him over my shoulder. I saw his jaw tighten at my words.
He steps back, "Get on your knees." Excitement rushed through my body, and I turned around, kneeling before him as he unbuttoned his pants. I eagerly help pull his pants and boxers down.
His cock was fully erect. I grab his thighs and pull him closer to me. Sticking my tongue out, I lick a long stripe up his shaft. His cock twitches as I lightly suck the base of his shaft and tease the tip with my thumb, smearing precum all over. "I thought you wanted to suck me off." Jisung's fingers entangled in my hair.
I look up at him, making eye contact as I run my tongue over the veins on his shaft.
"JISUNG?"
We both froze at the echoing shout—jisung cursed under his breath.
"JISUNG?"
It was Hyunjin.
I could hear footsteps coming closer. "Han Jisung!" He shouts again.
"What?" Jisung speaks up, but he stays still. The footsteps stopped. "Where the fuck are you?" Hyunjin asks.
He was closer, but not as near as I thought he was. If we weren't behind this huge tree, he would've seen us by now, but seeing that he hasn't yet means we're good—for now.
"What do you want? I'm practicing." Jisung takes a large pocket knife from his back pocket and unfolds the blade. With a single glance, he hurls the knife at a tree straight to the left across from us and surprisingly hits the tree.
Good lord, I want him to fuck me right now.
I slowly trail my tongue over the large vein on the side of his shaft. Jisung warningly tugs at my hair which only makes me suck the tip of his cock.
"Do you know where Chan is?" Hyunjin asks. "Nnnope." Jisung strains as I pull him closer by his thighs, taking in some of his length. I drag the tip of my tongue underneath the head of his cock and run my fingers over his thighs, making it difficult for him to focus.
"I need to talk to Chan."
Jisung didn't answer as he rolled his hips, thrusting slowly into my mouth. I lift my gaze, making eye contact with him. A thrilling rush washed over me. The mere possibility of being caught excited me. And Jisung knew it.