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affogato - vanilla ice cream drowned in a shot of espresso. bittersweet, but a creation greater than the sum of its parts
“Ugh, why did today feel so long?” Yongsun complains, swiping a wet rag over each table, mopping up the dried rings of old tea and coffee left from cups over the course of the day.
“Because you worked a double?” Byulyi pointing out the obvious as she dips the never-quite-dry mop into a bucket of suds.
“I’m just not used to having it be so dark during closing. Since when has the moon come out at 6pm?”
“When the sun started setting at 4,” Byulyi retorts. “But you’re lucky, getting to see two moons at once,” clapping one hand to her chest and gesturing to the bright moon outside with the other, arguably casting more light into the café than the blinking fluorescent tubes on the ceiling.
“Hah. Yeah, and we know which one I’d rather be looking at.”
“This one!!” Byulyi exclaims, gesturing wildly to herself. Yongsun stops her wiping to stare decidedly at the mopping girl, absolutely unamused. “See? Made you look,” the younger chuckles, breaking into a proud smile so large that her face scrunches.
Rolling her eyes, the older girl gingerly walks over to the mop bucket, trying not to slip on the slick floors. Last thing she needs is to be covered in whatever concoction hangs out in the bucket. She pulls out the nearest chair and lands in it. Her hands run through her hair, feet sprawled out in search of relief from the extra hours of standing. Done with her task, Byulyi plants the mop upright in the bucket and decidedly parks herself between Yongsun’s legs, butt taking up what little real estate remains on the seat of the chair.
A resigned groan emanates from Yongsun, backing herself into the chair as much as she can to make space for Byulyi.
“Can’t you sit in literally any other chair?” she stresses, audibly annoyed, but her hands casually come to rest on the top of Byulyi’s thighs, thumbs hooking through her belt loops. She watches Byul mischievously peer back at her over her shoulder.
“Could I? Yeah. But there’s a way you can be comfortable right here,” slowly leaning back and pressing her ass into Yongsun’s crotch behind her with that last word. The denim-on-denim friction shoots tingles up Yongsun’s spine as she stifles a moan. It reaches Byul’s ear anyway and earns a smirk. It’s certainly not their first time fooling around after hours (or at work, for that matter), but they’re usually at least standing.
Yongsun sits upright, pressing into the body in front of her. Her arms cross around Byulyi’s waist, fingers toying with the hem of her t-shirt to barely graze the soft skin underneath. “You just want to be taken care of, don’t you?” she drawls. She might not have the best throwing arm, but she’s not easily fooled. Working with Byulyi for this long and dealing with her antics means she’s well-versed in what makes her tick, and the methods she uses to get what she wants, usually without actually saying it.
Byul’s head tilts back to rest on a shoulder behind her, teeth bared in a sheepish half smile. She gives Yongsun’s thighs an affirmative squeeze, kneading her thumbs into the denim. Yongsun’s resigned sigh in her ear sends a shiver down her back at the prospect of getting what she wants, and also that the older knows her well enough to be onto her.
Yongsun’s thumbs trace the curve of where Byulyi’s thighs meet her crotch, raking a couple fingernails over the zipper of her jeans, feeling the texture beneath. She takes the skin of Byulyi’s neck between her teeth, and smiles in the satisfaction of feeling the pleasured vibrations coming from the younger’s throat.
“D…dd..ddon’t leave too many marks,” Byulyi stammers through the haze of arousal overtaking her.
“If I recall,” Yongsun murmurs as she brings her thumb up to knead against the fresh mark she made, “you’re kinda into it,” her statement confirmed by the moan Byulyi fails to suppress. “Just use concealer tomorrow.”
Her hands meet at the button of Byulyi’s jeans before she stops. “Wait. There’s CCTV’s everywhere, since Sooyoung always thinks we’re gonna steal stuff, or whatever.”
“‘Or whatever’ is right,” Byulyi responds with a wiggle of her eyebrows. “But that never stopped us before, did it?” She always relishes seeing them again when they replay and doctor the footage after. To her disappointment the cameras didn’t record sound, but that was probably for the better.
“Yeah, but at least that was behind the counter. Whatever poor soul that sits in this chair next doesn’t need to be subject to whatever we did in it.”
“Isn’t behind the counter arguably worse…?”
“Shh. But do you know where it’s illegal to put cameras?” Yongsun proposes. Byulyi knows full well what she means.
“But it’s so gross in there!”
“Did you want me to help you out or not?” Byulyi shrinks back at the question, nodding with pleading eyes. “Alright, get up,” guiding the younger off of the chair by pushing her palms up into her ass.
Both slowly tiptoe to the bathroom in the back hand in hand, still trying not to slip on the nasty floor.
Byulyi soon forgets her dirty bathroom complaint once Yongsun backs her up into the now-closed door of the dingy bathroom, getting nothing but deep, needy kisses.
Yongsun’s hands once again find the button of Byulyi’s jeans, moving to actually get them open this time. She aggressively yanks the jeans down, pant legs bunched below knee height, and proceeds to messily shove her t-shirt up over her bra, making it bunch at the armpits. She pulls back slightly to admire what she’s done. Quite the sight for Yongsun, seeing Byulyi like this. A light flush starts spreading through Byulyi’s body, flustered under the gaze of her still-fully-clothed partner.
Yongsun leans back in for a kiss, planting her knee decidedly to the wall between Byulyi’s legs. A hand comes to her front, tracing slowly along the underwire of her bra. Byulyi shivers under the touch, but also from the moonlit air breezing over her skin through the bathroom’s tiny window. Her nipples beg to be freed from the cups holding them, but Yongsun’s here to get Byulyi off and get herself to bed. She’s had a long day and wonders how she even musters the energy to do the bare minimum. But it’d be a lie to say she wasn’t at least enjoying it in the meantime.
Top and bottom both pushed messily to her armpits and knees respectively, Byulyi pulls Yongsun in by the back of her neck out of sheer neediness.
Yongsun finally dips her hand into Byul’s panties, not bothering to push them down her legs. “God, you’re soaked,” she mutters against the warmth of her neck. “You’ve been thinking about this all day, haven’t you?” Byulyi’s back arches when Yongsun’s fingers just barely grace her clit, vigorously shaking her head in denial despite knowing the real answer.
Yongsun yanks at the front of Byul’s underwear, steering her to stand in front of the sink. Her hands on her shoulders spin Byul around to face the mirror, Yongsun coming in from behind. Again, she takes the time to marvel at her handiwork but in the mirror this time, Byul’s body absolutely at the mercy of her hands.
“Nnngh, please…” a strained plea falls from the younger’s lips, her hands grasping aimlessly at Yongsun’s body behind her.
It suffices. Yongsun forces her hand back into her panties, taking Byul’s clit between her pointer and middle fingers, earning her a loud sigh. Gliding a finger inside her, Byul grinds down into Yongsun’s palm.
“So needy tonight, are we?” Yongsun probes slyly, kneading Byulyi’s earlobe between her teeth. She doesn’t even bother holding back now, blurting out her pleas for Yongsun to do something, anything more.
Yongsun’s fingers move to stroke at Byul’s neck, swiping small circles at her lymph nodes. Always too scared to choke Byulyi for real, but she’d always play at the possibility, knowing full well that Byul certainly had something going on there. She writhes under Yongsun’s every pass over her clit, the toes of her Air Jordan’s tapping the bathroom floor from unintentionally rocking back and forth on her heels.
Smirking at herself in the mirror, Yongsun can’t help but stop and stare at Byulyi’s blissed out face, eyelids fluttering intermittently, lower lip drawn in under her teeth. A high-pitched whine from Byulyi’s throat pierces through the air, face contorting into a pout from the pause in stimulation. She grasps repeatedly at the arm Yongsun has down her front, fingers tapping out an urgent rhythm on her sleeve.
She gets the message. Twinges of standing-induced achy pain in her feet remind her of the task at hand. The faster Byulyi finishes, the sooner she can go home. Yongsun resumes her movements, removing her hand from Byulyi’s neck to slide it down into her underwear alongside the other. She buries two fingers into her core while slowly curling them inwards until she hears Byulyi’s breath catch. Found it. Byulyi’s ring-clad fingers dig into Yongsun’s sleeves in response, imprinting fingernail marks into the fabric. Fingers of one hand curl in sync with measured passes over her clit from the others, Byulyi’s body shaking under the influence of every subtle movement.
Yongsun decidedly up’s the pace. It’s not long before Byulyi inadvertently groans and throws herself forward, doubling at the waist and steadying herself on the edge of the sink. Her lungs heave forcefully, deep breaths trying to clear the fog of ecstasy now flooding her mind. A final pained yelp unexpectedly rings out when the side of Yongsun’s hand swipes Byulyi’s clit while wiping her fingers on the dry portion of underwear.
“Sorry,” Yongsun mutters with a small split-second smirk, absolutely unapologetic. “Do you have to make such a mess every time?” she laments with a small tsk, steering Byul’s body away from the sink basin so she can properly wash her hands.
“Wait, but what about you?” Byulyi questions while smoothing out her shirt and shimmying her jeans back up.
“I’m tired. Gotta get home. Worked a double, remember?” She hurriedly dries her hands on her pants since the dinky automatic hand dryer broke down long ago. Figuring the floors have dried by now, she decidedly exits the bathroom, leaving Byulyi in her wake.
It takes Byulyi a second to exclaim “wait!” and start after Yongsun, wanting to walk her out. But she’s not even five steps out of the bathroom when she hears that jangle of the old bells that hang on the door.
“I’ll see you again in a couple days!” she rushes, voice sounding distant from being spoken into the open night air. The bells jangle meekly again when the door swings shut behind her.
Byulyi shuffles behind the counter to gather her things with a sigh. She grabs the café key to lock up on her way out, wincing a bit at the gust of chilled air that strikes her face when she steps outside. Her chin tilts up briefly, pausing to gaze at her namesake in the sky. Who knows what she’s looking for in the glow of the moonlight, but she soon snaps out of it to finally head home.
With every strike of her sneakers against the pavement, she ponders how much longer they can afford to do this, whatever it is.