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Trains were so often packed, bodies all pressed together in the most unsexy ways while they all ventured to their own separate destinations. Complete strangers would sit beside one another, the elder people observing the ones around them while the youth mostly focused on their phones or listened to music, either talking to someone cherished to them or distract themselves from the sounds of people occasionally coughing and the tracks rocking on their rails.
Namjoon currently stood close to the doors as the train chugged to the next stop. Around Namjoon, college students had their backs facing towards him, heads curved downwards where they were adamantly rereading notes on their phones.
The train pulled to a stop and the doors opened with a hiss. It was then that he saw him—tight sweatpants clinging to each curve and dip of his ass and thighs. A loose fitting t-shirt was paired with the outfit, black backpack hanging loosely in one hand. His figure was so elegant, hypnotic and Namjoon felt his throat go dry.
He made quick, fleeting eye contact with Namjoon before turning around and holding on to the door handles when they finally closed. Namjoon hadn’t even noticed some of the students around him exiting, far too focused on the ethereal man in front of him. He had a cute kitten mouth, lips soft and pink, pouting in the most inviting way. Namjoon wanted to press them up against his and bite on his bottom lip, hopefully enticing a low whine from the stranger. He wondered if this stranger would have a soft and light voice, or low and smokey.
The man’s eyes were slanted and fox-like, small but intense. For the fleeting moment their eyes met, Namjoon felt enraptured. His nose was soft, like the rest of his features, and Namjoon found him both so sexy and adorable at the same time.
The stranger’s back was facing him and he eventually jutted out one hip stylishly. Namjoon bit his bottom lip, tilting his head back as he checked him out, eyes raking over his well built shoulders, lithe but lightly muscular. His waist was small, hips filling out the sweatpants and Namjoon wanted to press forward to feel his cock slide between his ass.
He imagined his cum splattering along his lower back while he rutted into him like some desperate animal with no self control. He felt his dick hardening at the mental image and swallowed around the lump in his throat.
Checking around him to make sure no one was moving or staring in their direction to notice Namjoon’s growing problem, he breathed a sigh of relief and went back to admiring the stranger’s enticing figure.
A squabble must have broken out behind the two of them because Namjoon suddenly got jostled forward and into the back of the man in front of him. His hand instinctively came to rest upon his hip, fingers accidentally slipping under his shirt and resting above his pants. A look of morbidity crossed his face but was soon erased with concealed pleasure when his hips were pushed onto the stranger’s ass.
The unknown man stiffened under his touch and didn’t move. The kerfuffle continued on behind Namjoon and he was pushed more and more against the man, hips inadvertently grinding into his ass.
It must have been his imagination because for the briefest moments, it felt like the man was pushing back, grinding slowly onto his dick before it was gone and Namjoon was left far more desperate than before. His cock ached, nestled nicely between his cheeks as the friction from his jeans and briefs rubbed against his sensitive head.
The stranger felt so good against his cock, like his perfect little humping toy for him to play with when he wanted and not like some random stranger on the train he was currently humping.
Oh god, when he thought about it like that, it sounded so much more lecherous.
Small pearls of precum dripped from his his head and soaked into his cotton briefs and he felt a few more dribble out when he imagined the stranger on his knees, tongue eagerly lapping up all Namjoon’s cock secreted with little moans and whimpers.
“Oh fuck,” he accidentally let slip out of his lips, right into the stranger’s ear. It was low, breathy, and so very quiet. Namjoon was sure no one else but the other man heard him and he almost came right there on the spot when the stranger very evidently pushed back onto his cock, hips seductively rolling back onto Namjoon’s sensitive cock. His ass caressed Namjoon’s member in a warm embrace as best as it could.
The person behind Namjoon had stopped pushing him against the stranger once the fight died down but it was evident that it became even more packed, people pressing up against one another even more. It was erotic, all these people touching one another in an innocent way while two complete strangers grinded it out in a corner of the train car.
Anyone could come see them, all they had to do was turn around and observe the pair for just a second too long and they’d figure out what was going on. That fear edged them on and Namjoon heard the smaller man’s breath speed up, backpack dropping onto the ground while braced himself with both hands onto the door’s handlebars.
Namjoon’s hand still hadn’t moved from above this man’s pant line and he let his fingers slip beneath the top, slowly gracing his hipbones. He leaned in to the crook of the smaller man’s neck and inhaled, deciding to lick a hot stripe along his jugular and bite into the soft flesh when he liked what he smelled—expensive cologne and the scent of a pretty little whore.
The stranger tilted his head to one side, still grinding up against Namjoon’s very hard cock, hands clasping and unclasping around the door’s handles at the feeling of Namjoon softly working the skin of his neck.
Namjoon slid his hand to the front of this man’s pants, slipping it inside and first feeling the soaked tip of his head. To his pleasure, his little play thing wasn’t wearing any underwear and he bucked his hips forward onto his ass at the thought of easy access.
He played with his head, rubbing his thumb and index finger all over the blushing tip. The stranger whimpered ever so softly, the first sound Namjoon ever heard from him. His voice was deep and gravely, sounding completely wrecked from only just a few touches.
“Next up, Seongbaem station,” the PA announced, alerting the two men that people would be boarding soon and that people would also be getting off. Quickly, Namjoon withdrew his hand from playing with the stranger’s weeping cock, shoving it into his own pocket as he focused his attention somewhere else.
The unknown man continued breathing heavily, shaky hands reaching down to hold onto his backpack and keep it discreetly in front of his crotch where he could hide his arousal, blatantly evident as it peaked in his sweatpants.
Namjoon focused on the feeling of his warm cock against a tight, perky ass—lovely in size and perfect for stretching open beyond belief. He turned his head to the other side, breathing heavily as he thought of bending over said man to fuck him open, leave him a crying mess of tears, sweat, and cum.
The train came to a stop and a bunch of people piled out, passing by both men with all the evidence of their sexual activities on display—their flushed faces, breathless panting, and suspicious positions. Namjoon’s heart beat soared, thumping heavily in his ribcage while he broke out into a cold sweat. They were in public, open for everyone to see and gawk at. If they were caught, surely they would either be arrested or fined for public indecency. Having something like that on your record assured that finding a job placement would be practically impossible.
Oh, but the dirty thought of it all, doing something so sinful and not getting caught was so alluring. Not to mention it being so taboo as well, having sex with a complete stranger while surrounded by so many people. Namjoon’s hips rocked forward without him wanting, friction on the head of his cock making him clench his jaw.
The stranger in front of him hissed, turning his head to the side to whisper, “stop moving, we’ll get caught.”
Namjoon obliged, keeping as still as he could while trying to still look natural.
New people filed in after the students got off, taking the same positions as before with their backs turned to the pair. A few people on the platform looked in their direction, eyeing their suspicions positions.
Namjoon almost cried. They knew. They had to know what he was doing. It was impossible to not figure it out, especially after he accidentally started grinding onto the smaller man’s ass just a few moments ago.
Suddenly, the doors hissed shut and the train began speeding away, leaving behind the select few on the platform who were beginning to figure it out.
The stranger lets his backpack fall to the floor once more, hands retreating to their previous position as he began grinding back onto Namjoon’s cock. Namjoon almost chocked at the feeling and moves both hands to the unknown man’s hips, helping guide him along his length.
“Yes, just like that. Keep going,” he whispered into his ear, making sure to stay as quiet as possible. One hand slid back into his sweatpants and began playing with the head of his arousal once more, this time stroking him lightly.
A shaky breath fell from the stranger’s pretty lips and he turned his head to the side as far as possible, pleading silently for a kiss. Namjoon gladly obliged, pressing their lips together while they humped, wet tongues sliding as they panted lightly. It didn’t last long, it couldn’t have, because they needed to break apart, needed to make sure no one was watching.
No one was, all either enraptured in their own actives or turned with their backs to the pair of lechers. With that assured, they went back to kissing, all wet and open mouthed as the stranger began suckling along Namjoon’s tongue like it was his cock.
Namjoon’s other hand—the one that wasn’t playing with his penis, slid up under his shirt, rising to his chest and began slowly massaging his teat. When the smaller man preened because of his touch, pushing up into his hand, Namjoon decided to pinch the hardening bud. He rolled it between his thumb and forefinger, roughly and then gently—always alternating to keep the stranger on his toes.
Their kiss broke apart and Namjoon looked around once more before assaulting the nape of his neck, bitting, kissing, and sucking gently along the smooth porcelain skin.
“So good. So good for me,” Namjoon whispered, finally decided to properly stroke his cock, twisting and flicking his wrist along his length. The small stranger leaned back, perfectly flush against Namjoon’s chest.
“Hey, do you want to try going all the way?” He asked, eyes lidded while his mouth hung half-open from pleasure. His little pink tongue poked out ever so slightly and Namjoon wanted to suck on it.
“I have some lubed ones in my wallet,” Namjoon whispered, rutting ever more fervently into his ass. “Are you up for that, stranger?” He teased with a smirk.
Said stranger smiled, going in for a kiss and licking into Namjoon’s mouth with his wet tongue. “Oh yes, stranger.”
They both laughed softly, checking to make sure no one saw their interaction. Namjoon reached behind him, pulling his hand away from his abused nipple to take out his wallet and bring out two prelubed condoms; one for fingering him open, the other for fucking him open.
“Okay, I’m going to finger you open now and then I’ll fuck you nice and slow,” he warned but the stranger cut him off before he could proceed.
“No need. I fucked myself open this morning on two dildos. I should still be loose enough.”
Holy shit that’s hot. But as hot as it was, safety came first, especially with anal. “As hot as that sounds, baby boy,” Namjoon said, admiring how the smaller man whimpered at the name, “I don’t want to hurt you. Are you sure?”
The unknown man nodded, pushing out his ass for Namjoon to take for himself, laughing out a quiet, “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
Namjoon laughed as well, repeating the same thing in disbelief. Of all the kinky adventures he’s done, this was the first time he’d fucked someone on the train.
Slowly, he opened the condom wrapper, sliding it into his jean’s front pocket along with the second one and he winced at the thought of getting lube inside his pocket. With one hand, he undid his zipper, trying to do it as quickly as possible while still remaining quiet. Nothing spells out ‘I’m doing something illegal’ than hearing someone’s zipper go down while grinding up against someone.
He pulled his dick out, impressed at how wet he made the front of his boxers, and rolled the condom on. It was a little awkward because of the lube on it but he managed.
Namjoon took a moment, suddenly overwhelmed with what he was about to do. Here, in this packed subway train under the streets of Seoul, he was about to fuck a random man’s tight little ass in front of all these people. If anyone looked right now, if just one person—just one—turned around, that’s all it would take for them to be caught. Their little sexcapade would be over.
It was hot.
He reached out and got close to the stranger, pulling down his sweatpants until they rested under the bump of his butt. He pulled his cheeks apart and exposed his fluttering hole to the open air of the train, so pretty, small, and pink.
He guided the head of his cock until it rested on his entrance and then slowly pushed in, making sure to take it as slow as possible in case the stranger wasn’t loose enough. He was however, and the slide inside was met with little restraint as the stranger kept himself relaxed. Such a trained little hole made Namjoon’s cock twitch mid-way inside him, making him want to slide the last couple inches inside at once but he kept his composure and kept it steady.
Looking up to see the stranger’s reaction, was was pleased to see how the smaller man was straining to keep himself quiet—bottom lip being bitten as his knuckles turned white from gripping onto the door handle so harshly. Finally, he bottomed out and admired how the stranger’s mouth fell open, loving the size of Namjoon’s cock that stretched him out.
Namjoon gave him a moment to adjust, keeping his hips in place while he reached up with two hands to play with his nipples. The stranger arched his back, ass pressing against Namjoon’s cock while his chest was pushed out into his hands.
Their movements were subtle and languid, anything too sudden to rough would warrant them the attention of everyone else around them. He rocked his hips forward, imitating how the stranger was rocking his hips backwards onto his cock and kept massaging his nipples. He kept a hand on one teat whilst the other slid down, venturing to play with the smaller man’s cock once more. His touches were soft and small, not wanting him to finish off too soon.
It was hot, achingly hard, and weeping precum from the multitude of sexual stimulations, both physical and psychological. The stranger clenched down onto Namjoon’s cock and worked his hips in time with Namjoon’s, keeping their movements fluid so as to finish as fast as possible and avoid getting caught.
Namjoon leaned his head forward and licked along the shell of his ear and then moved down to his pulse point. He suckled along there for quite some time, letting his teeth scrape along the flawless skin before biting down harshly. It was a mark of territory, like Namjoon was daring people to come look at their display of sin and sex.
The smaller man quivered at the feeling and choked out and small moan, making Namjoon let go of his neck and whisper harshly into his ear with a commanding voice, “be quiet.”
He nodded vigorously and continued to fuck himself back onto Namjoon’s cock, hole stretched around his wide girth like a good boy. It was slowly becoming too much for the both of them; the fear of being caught making them harder by the second while the feeling of their bodies presses together, fucking ever so slowly but oh so well made them feel taught and strung up.
A few minutes ago they were complete strangers, now, Namjoon had this random stranger pinned against the subway door while he fucked into his tight little hole like there was no tomorrow. Namjoon’s jeans kept the sounds padded while he fucked him and the stranger obeyed his orders and kept quiet, cock leaking and building up for a really nice orgasm.
“Please, please,” he begged, looking back over his shoulder. His face was completely flushed, eyes glassy and lips glossy. Namjoon leaned forward, their breaths mingling as they fucked through the last few moments before cumming.
“What do you need?”
“I...” he broke off.
“Say it,” Namjoon ordered, making sure to angle himself towards the stranger’s prostate. He knew exactly where it was when the smaller man began shaking in his arms. “Say it,” he repeated.
“Make me cum, please.”
Namjoon smirked, “good boy.” He gripped the stranger’s cock and began jerking him as before, this time making sure to give extra love to his head, playing with the slit as it leaked precum over Namjoon’s fingers.
The smaller man stiffed up for a moment, before cumming, spurts of cum landing onto the train door in front of him and sliding down. His hole tightened and milked Namjoon’s cock, sensations and sight making him cum as well, pressing his cock as deep as he could inside of him while he came, condom filling up with his seed.
The stranger almost wished he wasn’t wearing a condom so he could feel the warm liquid spread in his insides and then slowly leak out as the day progressed. It was filthy as a thought but it made his cock twitch just a little bit more and let out another spurt of cum against the door.
The two stayed still for a moment, relishing the feelings of post-climax hormones flooding their bodies.
“Next up, Ganghyunye station,” the PA announced and it made both of them jerk in fear. Quickly, but carefully, Namjoon pulled out and tucked himself back into his pants, wishing he could have removed the condom before doing so. The stranger also pulled his pants back up and took his backpack in hand once more. They stood farther apart now and they seemed more natural than last time the train stopped.
Per usual, the doors hissed open and an exchange of passengers was made and Namjoon hoped desperately no one noticed the cum still dripping down the door.
They thankfully hissed closed and once again the train began speeding away, assuring both men that no one caught their lechery in action. The stranger turned around and pulled Namjoon close, kissing him wetly and deeply.
“My station is next,” the stranger informed him, sliding his hands down from Namjoon’s collar and rested above his jeans. “Do you think we could do one more thing?”
Namjoon looked down at his face, that taunting smirk making his cock perk up despite having came only a few moments ago. He leaned in, hot breath fanning over the smaller man’s pierced ear while he whispered. “Depends what you have in mind...”
The stranger tugged on his pants, pulling Namjoon’s hips forward so that they knocked into his own. “I could suck you off, or we could jack each other off.”
Namjoon hissed softly, mental images of this man on his knees resurfacing in his mind. “If you suck me off, it won’t make a mess,” he said, licking along the stranger’s prominent jawline. “What’s your name, anyways? I’m Namjoon.”
“Yoongi,” the stranger said, kissing Namjoon once again and slipping his tongue inside. They continued kissing while Yoongi reached down, unzipping his pants and pulling out his cock. He slid the condom off and tied it in a knot, discreetly throwing it away amongst some other passengers’ feet.
“That wasn’t very nice—I don’t think they’ll appreciate stepping on that,” Namjoon reprimanded half-heartedly, too busy focusing on the way Yoongi was working the cock in his hands.
“Mm... gives them something to wonder about; how a filled condom came to be on a busy Seoul subway,” he whispered, licking along Namjoon’s bottom lip while he started into his eyes.
“Get on your knees. We don’t have much time.”
Yoongi smiled. “Yes, sir.”
With Namjoon’s heavy cock in his hands, he licked up the side nice and slowly, keeping eye contact the whole time. Once he got to his head, he circled it once, then twice with his tongue before wrapping his lips around the head. Namjoon bit hit bottom lip, letting one hand stabilize himself on the door—the part not covered in cum—while the other fisted Yoongi’s raven hair.
Yoongi suckled gently on his head, tongue flicking it and playing with the slit before he worked his way down, hand playing with whatever had yet to fit in. He almost made it to the complete bottom before he gag reflex kicked in and he needed to come back up for air, wanting to avoid bitting down onto the dick in his hand.
Namjoon wanted to laugh and say ‘Choke on it’ but chose to stay quiet out of fear of someone hearing him because he currently was unable to whisper it into Yoongi’s ear.
Yoongi kept working his mouth along his cock, kittenish tongue slicking it up with spit before taking all he could into his mouth. Namjoon bit his bottom lip—wanting to die from how erotic Yoongi looked, fox-like eyes penetrating his gaze while his cheeks hollowed out as he sucked along his length.
“So good,” he whispered, wanting Yoongi to know he was doing such a good job. He then noticed how the once stranger started to pulse his hips, evidently wanting something to grind on. It reminded Namjoon of how he was at the beginning of this ride, so desperate for something to rut on like he was an animal with no self control.
Carefully, he lifted one shoe and pressed it onto Yoongi’s cock, allowing him to rut up onto the sole of his boot. Yoongi kept one hand along the base of Namjoon’s cock while the other held onto his ankle, keeping it in place while he humped him.
Despite it being far too quiet to hear, Namjoon could feel along his cock the reverberations of Yoongi’s small whimpers. He pulled harshly on Yoongi’s hair when he began deepthroating his cock, attempting to swallow a few time around his arousal before sucking his way back up for some air.
He then went back down and repeated the process all over again.
His mouth was so warm and wet and the suction was glorious, his cock still sensitive from fucking into his little hole. Instinctively, he pressed down probably just a bit too harshly with his boot and noticed how Yoongi’s eyes widdened.
At first he thought he had perhaps hurt him, until he felt Yoongi’s hips stutter and pull his boot down harder onto his aching dick. He soon realized Yoongi liked the pain and so he pressed down even harder, twisting his boot a little like he was squashing a gross little bug.
Yoongi sucked hard at the sensation and worked his cock even more, wanting to give Namjoon just as much pleasure as Namjoon was giving him. He went down and kept his cock in his throat, making it stretch out as he looked up, eyes meeting Namjoon’s. Suddenly, he moaned aloud, for real, and the vibrations pushed Namjoon over the edge, spilling into Yoongi’s throat as he swallowed him up.
No one heard them and they were safe. It was just them, Yoongi and Namjoon.
Yoongi pulled off and licked him clean, tongue giving him kittenish flicks. When he was all clean, he focused on rutting against Namjoon’s boot and came within seconds, curling forward and shivering at the painful sensation.
“Next up, Seoul University,” the PA announced and Yoongi rose on shaky legs, aided by Namjoon pulling him up. His cock was tucked back into his pants and zipped up.
Sadly, they shared a quick kiss goodbye before the doors opened and Yoongi needed to leave. Before he could vanish, Namjoon reached out and grabbed onto his hand.
“Wait,” he said urgently, “how can I see you again?”
Yoongi only smiled and said, “meet me at this exact spot tomorrow at noon. My class ends then. Goodbye, Namjoon. I had fun.” He gave Namjoon a wink and turned around to leave in search of a bathroom, making sure to give him a good show of his ass in those tight sweatpants.
He had fun indeed.