Minho giggles in my arms as we stumble into one of the cabinets of the men toilet drunken. I take one last hit of my cigarette, holding it in, while pressing the stumble against the cistern. Then I turn to my dance partner, pushing him against the locked door. My knee found it's way  in between his legs, pressing him against the wall. My one hand holds his wrists together over his head, my other found its way to his neck, pressing it lightly. He gasps at the sudden pressure and I blow the caught smoke of my last hit into his mouth.

Minho closed his mouth, looking seductive up to me, as I now throne over him slightly... my lower body is pressed against his, so I can hold him against the wall. What probably is also one of my reasons, that in this position I can feel his hard dick, caged in between our crotches. Satisfied I thrust my hip once, making Minho moan uncontrollably, not being able to close his mouth with a hand.

I lean forward kissing him roughly, moving my lips against his. He sucks my lower lip in, sending a punch of painful sensation and satisfication through my whole body. When he pulled away, breathing heavily, I get to look into his eyes. His pupils are big, dark and round, showing how drunk and high he is. His words ealier already were söurred and I guess it's one of his first time in this state.

But I am nothing better. Alcohol fogged my brain and I try my best not to fall, when we stumbled back and I sit down on the closed toilet, Minho stumbling into my lap lost, before confidently straddling on it. He rubs his crotch against mine, my find my way under his shirt. I caress his abs while leaning my head back, groaning unhinged. Minho leans forward sucking and kissing my neck. My breath got heavier.

I caress his buds, making his lips lap. He never stopped his hip thrusts and I already feel pre-cum dripping into my jeans. I look down slightly, trying not to pear Minho away. He continues to suck, completely unbothered by the movement.

I glance in between us. Minho's trouser is already wet too. It's gonna be a mess hising that later, but I couldn't care less about that right now. I took my hand out of his shirt, he whines at the sudden cold air. One of my arms sneaked around his waist. I smirked at my devil plan. I did not even speak a warning before gripping his dick and massaging it roughly. Minho's surprised whimper turns into moans fastly. He rocks forward into my hand and even though we still wears his jean, I can feel his col twitching as he came into the piece of clothing. His head falls back at the pleasure, his eyes roll, so that you can only see the white and on his exposed neck directly infront of me, you can see veins popping out. The sight was the last thing I needed before cuming myself.

A few minutes later, we both sit opposite each other, leaning against the wall, pretty much cleaned. The stains in our trousers, are washed out, but still seen. Minho's pupils are already smaller, mine probably too. The last song and words of the band resound through the cabinets, before the crowd breaks out into loud claps and shouts for an encore. My eyes caught Minho's. He looks lovingly, but tired. I drag him to my side and hug him closer to me, so he can fall asleep. Not even a minute later I can hear light snores coming from him.

I don't even know how many minutes of me staring at the probably older one, before his phone on the closed toilet begins to bust, vibrating non-stop.

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Double update before work 😁🥳😝