Gwiboon’s ears are still ringing when she shoves Eunsook down into the backseat of her car. The tinnitus will last for hours yet but it doesn't mask the way their breath comes heavy, mingling in the stale air as Gwiboon climbs on top of her, straddling her hips. Eunsook's eyeliner has smeared; it always does, the way she sweats during shows, and Gwiboon swipes at the corner of her eye, only serving to smudge it further.

"You were flirting with me the whole show," Gwiboon accuses, voice rasping with secondhand smoke and the after-effects of so much screaming. She slides the pad of her thumb over the curve of Eunsook's bottom lip and Eunsook sighs, her mouth falling open.

"Was I?" she asks, the corners of her lips turning up.

"You know you were," Gwiboon says, happy to play her part in their little game. Always happy to let Eunsook play coy as much as she likes, knowing she'll give it up to Gwiboon eventually.

"Maybe you were flirting with me." Eunsook reaches up, takes hold of Gwiboon's hand so she can press her glossy lips to the inside of her wrist where the skin is thin and sensitive. Gwiboon has to fight not to shiver. "Ever think of that?"

"You're not fooling me," Gwiboon laughs, twisting their hands so she can pin Eunsook's to the seat. Eunsook sighs, almost a groan; Gwiboon always feels so powerful, taking pride in the way she's learned all of Eunsook's little wants, how easily she's able to fulfill them.

"I only flirt with you," Eunsook says, her melodic voice quiet, a little dreamy.

"See?" Gwiboon says, laughing, "You're still doing it." She feels around for Eunsook's other hand to pin it, too. She loves the way Eunsook's hands feel so small in her own, soft and smooth compared to the callouses that grace Gwiboon's fingertips from her guitar. "What do you want from me, huh?"

Eunsook grins, her eyes nearly closed, lashes caked with clumpy mascara. She shrugs as well as she can, head tilting back slightly to show off the curve of her throat. Her tank top is rumpled, the neckline dipping low and dangerous, and her hair — short, but longer now than it's been for years — haloed out underneath her. Gwiboon can't help but lean down to kiss her, slow and dirty, a little mean the way they both like. Eunsook groans, her hands flexing against Gwiboon's hold, licking at Gwiboon's lower lip with a quiet desperation. When Gwiboon finally pulls back, her mouth is obscenely swollen, glossy with spit.

"What do you want, honey?" Gwiboon asks again, more sincere this time. She lets go of Eunsook's hands, sliding her palms down her arms, her broad shoulders, her soft chest.

Eunsook doesn't answer, just stares up at Gwiboon with half-lidded eyes. She licks her bottom lip, slowly. Gwiboon has to laugh — Eunsook will insist that she's not a flirt and then she'll pull a stunt like this. She'll get so close to Gwiboon on stage, grin and run her fingers along the neck of her guitar, look at her like she's hoping Gwiboon will do something stupid and then deny it all later, coy and demure. It drives Gwiboon up the wall.

Gwiboon curses and kneels up so she can wrangle herself out of her jeans and underwear. It's difficult in the tight, cramped space of the backseat but she manages it eventually. Eunsook only laughs at her a little bit, steadying her with hands on her waist as she tosses them away to land on the steering wheel.

She shuffles closer, up to hover over Eunsook's mouth. She might be more embarrassed by how wet she is already if she couldn't see the way Eunsook looks hungry for it, lips parted and waiting. If she didn't know that Eunsook is probably just as wet and wanting.

Gwiboon waits there, reaching down to thread her fingers through Eunsook's hair. She wants to hear it before she gives Eunsook what she wants. Gwiboon can feel her breath.

Eventually, Eunsook breaks, voice soft and almost-trembling. "Please?"

It's only a testament to Gwiboon's self-control that she lowers herself down slowly, teasing, until Eunsook leans up and gets her mouth on her clit. Gwiboon can't stop herself from collapsing, hips kicking forward with each eager swirl of Eunsook's tongue. She keeps one hand braced on the seat, the other clenched in Eunsook's hair. Every time she tugs on it, Eunsook shudders and whines and squirms.

"God, you were asking for it, huh?" Gwiboon bites out, grinding down hard enough that all Eunsook can do is flatten her tongue and let Gwiboon use her. Sometimes, when Gwiboon is feeling indulgent and Eunsook pleads nicely enough, she'll play the pillow princess for a night and let Eunsook go down on her for an hour. But more often it's like this — rough and dirty with Gwiboon setting the pace and Eunsook splayed out underneath her, eager to be used.

Eunsook makes an affirmative noise, a muffled keening that makes Gwiboon smile. She can see the way Eunsook has her eyes squeezed shut, her eyebrows furrowed. She feels it when Eunsook squirms just enough to get a hand down her jeans, fingers working against her own clit as Gwiboon grinds herself closer and closer to coming. It won't be long for either of them, she can tell, the leftover giddy adrenaline of a show still hot and humming in their veins.

"That's my girl," Gwiboon murmurs, chasing the bright sparks of pleasure every time she thrusts forward against the slick heat of Eunsook's tongue, the soft texture of her lips. "Ah—"

Eunsook's high, desperate whining noises are coming faster now as she touches herself, her hips kicking against her own fingers. Gwiboon tugs viciously on her hair, savors the broken sound it provokes, and then she's coming with a groan that emerges from somewhere deep in her chest.

She nearly collapses, folding over and grinding down so hard she's sure Eunsook must be choking from it. Knowing Eunsook, it's probably what tips her over the edge, her soft, keening noises vibrating against the folds of Gwiboon's cunt. Gwiboon keeps her there, shaking and suffocating, until Eunsook smacks her weakly with her free arm.

She sits up on her knees, allowing Eunsook to breathe again. She gasps, eyes still squeezed shut and slick all over her face, glossing her nose and chin and lips, turned up in a satisfied smile.

"You are a menace," Gwiboon sighs, scooting back so she can flop down on Eunsook's chest.

"Sorry," Eunsook sing-songs, running her fingers through Gwiboon's hair. It's gotten nearly long enough to pull, which means she needs to ask Junghee to buzz it for her again.

They lay there until the chill air outside the car starts to creep inside and Gwiboon has to wrangle herself back into her pants. Eunsook watches her with quiet amusement as she struggles; Gwiboon flips her off.

"We are never doing this again," she grumbles, sliding into the front seat so she can drive them back to Eunsook's apartment. From the passenger seat, Eunsook makes a little humming noise that communicates in no uncertain terms that they will be doing this again.