talk dirty to me. [kaixing/xinghan, NC-17, AU]
Title: talk dirty to me.
Author: gaussianblur89/ 89_archives/oeei
Rating: NC-17
Beta: None
Pairings: Yixing/Jongin + a side of Luhan [EXO]
Genre: AU, PWP
Warnings: cursing, explicit sex, dirty talking
Summary: Yixing is a weapons dealer who likes pretty boys with dirty mouths and Luhan is a good boyfriend who likes to share.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story. The title is borrowed from Jason Derulo’s song with the same name.
Comments: Wrote this for my twinny amlui, who agreed to prompt me because I was being bratty. Also, this being an AU the personalities are what they are and personally I find bossy Yixing very sexy.
Word count: 1802
Yixing dragged the foreign boy home to his apartment, his hand rough around the other’s wrist and both their lips red and swollen from rough kissing and biting.
“Come on,” Yixing beckoned, his hair as immaculate as his thousand dollar suit, despite he’d been roughhousing someone else. Only his tie is askew, but he didn’t really bother. He was going to take it all off soon enough. “Don’t be shy.” he smiled and the other didn’t really understand, despite Yixing enunciated his English clearly when Mandarin hadn’t worked.
“Jongin.” the other stammered, eyes glassy.
Ah, Yixing suddenly understood and smiled tenderly. Korean. He ran a hand through Jongin’s short, dark hair before he tugged at it and forced their mouths together. Jongin barely resisted and fit himself perfectly against Yixing’s smaller frame. There was whiskey on his breath and Yixing supposed it was better that way.
“Yixing.” he offered in return when they parted. Yixing didn’t want foreplay and his hands were already opening the fly of his dress-pants. Jongin wasn’t stupid and was on his knees, pulling Yixing’s dick out of his underwear as Yixing casually removed his blazer and unbuttoned his shirt to get it out of the way.
Jongin’s mouth was amazing around Yixing. The instant he had spotted the other he knew he wanted those lips around his cock. He was happy to know Jongin shared the sentiment and hit had been easy to bring him home. Jongin swallowed around him and Yixing groaned.
“Pretty,” Yixing complimented him in the little Korean he knew and Jongin’s gaze met his before the boy resumed worshipping Yixing’s dick in Yixing’s living room. “Such a pretty, good boy.” and Yixing felt Jongin smile around his throbbing arousal.
Yixing’s phone buzzed in his pocket when Jongin was mouthing his balls and pumping Yixing steadily. Yixing groaned and fished the device out of his pocket.
“Hey precious.” he moaned in Mandarin into the receiver as Jongin dragged his slick lips against his shaft.
“You’re fucking someone aren’t you?”
“He’s so good and gorgeous, Luhan. You’d like him a lot. He even drinks whiskey!” Yixing smirked as Jongin stopped, lips slightly parted and slick with spit and precum. Yixing moaned and carded a hand through Jongin’s messy hair.
“How come you always find the pretty ones when I’m not around?” Luhan laughed at the other end of the line and Yixing tugged at Jongin’s hair. Jongin gasped.
“I guess I’m only good when you’re not there distracting me, love.” Yixing hissed when Jongin tongued at the slit of his cock.
“Smooth,” Luhan chuckled and Yixing thought he heard some shuffling. “Will you make him ride you?”
“That sounds like a wonderful idea…” Yixing purred and whined sharply when Jongin swallowed him down. “I’ll come home for breakfast, okay babe?”
“You owe me for being wonderful and handling your work when you’re out having fun,” Luhan chuckled. “I’m expecting new jewellery and a lot of dirty talk.”
“Anything for pretty Luhan,” Yixing promised and Luhan’s tinkling laughter ended their phone call. Yixing tossed his phone onto the couch. He trusted Luhan to take care of the weapons deal he was looking into getting good money for. “I’m sorry. Now where were we?” he raised one eyebrow at Jongin who smiled.
“I was worshipping your cock,” Jongin spoke softly and Yixing gathered he was a little nervous to be where he currently was. Yixing would be nervous too around all the mahogany and porcelain if he wasn’t living with it. “Then you got a phone call…”
“What would you say if we got you naked and in my lap on this couch here?” Yixing grinned and pulled Jongin up from the floor to stand right in front of him. Jongin was a good few centimetres taller than him, but it never bothered Yixing anyway. He leaned into Jongin and breathed over his neck and licked at his ear lobe. “Or would you like it better if I bent you over it and fucked you like a slut?” his hands gripped Jongin’s hips tight for emphasis.
Jongin shivered and his eyes fell shut. Yixing trailed a few lazy kisses over his neck, before he canted his hips into Jongin’s and found the other pleasantly hard in the dark-washed jeans.
“Answer me.” Yixing demanded his smile deceptively gentle when his tone was stern and it was clear he was not accepting challenges.
“I-” Jongin swallowed, eyes and mind hazy. “Let me ride you.” he managed and blinked owlishly, his hands trailing up along Yixing’s arms.
“You’re so good…” Yixing grinned and let Jongin push him closer to it. Jongin was quick to remove his own t-shirt and Yixing appreciated the tanned skin and pert nipples. Despite this was just another one-night-stand to cure his boredom, he liked it better when he knew his partner wanted him too. Jongin was naked before Yixing had finished that thought and he definitely liked what he saw. “Get on the couch; I’ll be with you in a minute.”
Yixing found the condoms and lube where he left them last time he and Luhan fucked at his place and was back by Jongin’s side in less than a minute. He moaned softly when he saw Jongin on his couch, petting his dick like he was in love with it and if Yixing wasn’t so bossy he would’ve loved to suck it and have it shoved up his arse roughly.
“Everything about you is so pretty,” he praised Jongin and threw the tube of lube to him. “Prep yourself for me, Jonginnie.” he cooed and Jongin blushed scarlet, which made Yixing smile even wider. Jongin spread his legs and sank lower on the couch, squeezing generous dollops of lube over his fingers and crack, before he started to tease himself. Yixing marvelled how he bit his lower lip and scrunched his nose when he pushed his fingers into his arse. Little noises escaped him with every other thrust and Yixing was appreciative how he didn’t waste a lot of time on teasing himself open for him. Yixing still didn’t want any foreplay.
Jongin quickly had three fingers shoved into himself and a pearl of sweat rolled down his temple as he shivered from the stimulation to his prostate. Yixing was still in his dress-pants, cock heavy in his palm as he kept stroking himself while watching Jongin go at it.
“You ready, pretty?” Yixing smiled as he sat down next to Jongin on the couch. Jongin looked at him like he had asked him if water was wet. Jongin nodded and groaned something like ‘fuck, yes’ and Yixing clicked his tongue with a cocky smirk, before he rolled the condom onto himself and beckoned Jongin into his lap. He was still wearing his shirt and pants, both unbuttoned and hanging off him, but keeping them on gave him the power trip he got off on during sex.
Jongin straddled him and braced himself on the back of the couch, letting Yixing guide him onto his dick. Both of them hissed and Jongin’s whole body quivered against Yixing. Yixing didn’t wait for Jongin to settle into his lap, but grabbed his hips and started moving, up into him, revelling in the tightness.
“Jesus, are you sure you’re not a virgin?” he licked at Jongin’s Adam’s apple. Jongin chuckled and rolled his hips in Yixing’s lap, the material of his pants slightly uncomfortable against his bare skin, but he didn’t really care.
“Your dick is marvellous. It feels as good as it tasted.” Jongin breathed onto Yixing’s parted lips and Yixing snarled and snapped his hips hard against Jongin. He moaned loudly and he was eager to give back to Yixing. Yixing was sure Jongin would walk out of here with bruises on his hips as tightly as he was grasping them now and he would be hard as a rock when he got home to Luhan the next day, thinking of how gorgeously Jongin moved on him.
“Your cock sucking lips looked so pretty around it I should keep you and have you suck it every day,” Yixing bit down on Jongin’s lower lip and pulled moan after moan out of him. Jongin’s fists curled around the collar of Yixing’s shirt instead of the couch upholstery. “You’re so pretty all roughed up like this, maybe I should film you?”
Jongin groaned and tilted his head back when Yixing’s cock brushed against his prostate. He was close, Yixing figured and grinned wickedly at how utterly helpless Jongin sounded when his orgasm crept up on him. He deliberately slowed down and Jongin whined.
“Harder,” he moaned and canted his hips in Yixing’s lap. “Fuck me harder, oh God, don’t stop now, Yixing!” he almost wailed and Yixing found pleasure in his desperation. Luhan never sounded so genuinely distressed when they fucked and Yixing decided to drag it out. Yixing liked how raw Jongin sounded when he begged for him to obliterate him. He pinched Jongin’s nipple between his thumb and forefinger before he helped Jongin up a smidge and then allowed the other to set a pace that quickly had them both cursing and shuddering.
“You’re so desperate to come, aren’t you?” Yixing smiled between rough huffs.
“Shut up or talk dirty- oh fuck!” Jongin growled. Yixing couldn’t help but smirk.
“Such a desperate little slut, Jonginnie, I should stuff my cock down your throat and then leave you on the floor with my load all over your face,” he mouthed against Jongin’s temple. “Now shut up and move those pretty hips of yours.”
It took Jongin only a few minutes to come undone with the pace they had set and he soiled Yixing’s abdomen with thick ropes of cum and Yixing emptied into the condom, cock balls deep in Jongin’s arse. Yixing allowed Jongin to lean into him and hiccup his exhaustion into his collarbones. Yixing’s thumbs rubbed circles on Jongin’s thighs. He noticed his phone was flashing with new messages and probably a few missed calls as well. He reached for it and started going through them, Jongin still rather lifeless in his lap.
“Hate to be a joy-kill, but I have to get going.” he said after a while.
“It’s okay…” Jongin groaned sleepily. “I should get back to my hotel.” he winced when he got up from Yixing’s lap, fumbling for his clothes that were strewn all over the carpet.
“Such a good boy,” Yixing smiled to his phone. “You can shower if you want. I’ll get you a taxi.”
“Thanks.” Jongin scratched his neck awkwardly before he tottered off to the bathroom he figured might’ve been located somewhere near the entrance. Yixing shouted directions at him, before he dialled Luhan’s number. Luhan picked up after half a ring.
“We should keep him.”
END.
Author: gaussianblur89/ 89_archives/oeei
Rating: NC-17
Beta: None
Pairings: Yixing/Jongin + a side of Luhan [EXO]
Genre: AU, PWP
Warnings: cursing, explicit sex, dirty talking
Summary: Yixing is a weapons dealer who likes pretty boys with dirty mouths and Luhan is a good boyfriend who likes to share.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story. The title is borrowed from Jason Derulo’s song with the same name.
Comments: Wrote this for my twinny amlui, who agreed to prompt me because I was being bratty. Also, this being an AU the personalities are what they are and personally I find bossy Yixing very sexy.
Word count: 1802
Yixing dragged the foreign boy home to his apartment, his hand rough around the other’s wrist and both their lips red and swollen from rough kissing and biting.
“Come on,” Yixing beckoned, his hair as immaculate as his thousand dollar suit, despite he’d been roughhousing someone else. Only his tie is askew, but he didn’t really bother. He was going to take it all off soon enough. “Don’t be shy.” he smiled and the other didn’t really understand, despite Yixing enunciated his English clearly when Mandarin hadn’t worked.
“Jongin.” the other stammered, eyes glassy.
Ah, Yixing suddenly understood and smiled tenderly. Korean. He ran a hand through Jongin’s short, dark hair before he tugged at it and forced their mouths together. Jongin barely resisted and fit himself perfectly against Yixing’s smaller frame. There was whiskey on his breath and Yixing supposed it was better that way.
“Yixing.” he offered in return when they parted. Yixing didn’t want foreplay and his hands were already opening the fly of his dress-pants. Jongin wasn’t stupid and was on his knees, pulling Yixing’s dick out of his underwear as Yixing casually removed his blazer and unbuttoned his shirt to get it out of the way.
Jongin’s mouth was amazing around Yixing. The instant he had spotted the other he knew he wanted those lips around his cock. He was happy to know Jongin shared the sentiment and hit had been easy to bring him home. Jongin swallowed around him and Yixing groaned.
“Pretty,” Yixing complimented him in the little Korean he knew and Jongin’s gaze met his before the boy resumed worshipping Yixing’s dick in Yixing’s living room. “Such a pretty, good boy.” and Yixing felt Jongin smile around his throbbing arousal.
Yixing’s phone buzzed in his pocket when Jongin was mouthing his balls and pumping Yixing steadily. Yixing groaned and fished the device out of his pocket.
“Hey precious.” he moaned in Mandarin into the receiver as Jongin dragged his slick lips against his shaft.
“You’re fucking someone aren’t you?”
“He’s so good and gorgeous, Luhan. You’d like him a lot. He even drinks whiskey!” Yixing smirked as Jongin stopped, lips slightly parted and slick with spit and precum. Yixing moaned and carded a hand through Jongin’s messy hair.
“How come you always find the pretty ones when I’m not around?” Luhan laughed at the other end of the line and Yixing tugged at Jongin’s hair. Jongin gasped.
“I guess I’m only good when you’re not there distracting me, love.” Yixing hissed when Jongin tongued at the slit of his cock.
“Smooth,” Luhan chuckled and Yixing thought he heard some shuffling. “Will you make him ride you?”
“That sounds like a wonderful idea…” Yixing purred and whined sharply when Jongin swallowed him down. “I’ll come home for breakfast, okay babe?”
“You owe me for being wonderful and handling your work when you’re out having fun,” Luhan chuckled. “I’m expecting new jewellery and a lot of dirty talk.”
“Anything for pretty Luhan,” Yixing promised and Luhan’s tinkling laughter ended their phone call. Yixing tossed his phone onto the couch. He trusted Luhan to take care of the weapons deal he was looking into getting good money for. “I’m sorry. Now where were we?” he raised one eyebrow at Jongin who smiled.
“I was worshipping your cock,” Jongin spoke softly and Yixing gathered he was a little nervous to be where he currently was. Yixing would be nervous too around all the mahogany and porcelain if he wasn’t living with it. “Then you got a phone call…”
“What would you say if we got you naked and in my lap on this couch here?” Yixing grinned and pulled Jongin up from the floor to stand right in front of him. Jongin was a good few centimetres taller than him, but it never bothered Yixing anyway. He leaned into Jongin and breathed over his neck and licked at his ear lobe. “Or would you like it better if I bent you over it and fucked you like a slut?” his hands gripped Jongin’s hips tight for emphasis.
Jongin shivered and his eyes fell shut. Yixing trailed a few lazy kisses over his neck, before he canted his hips into Jongin’s and found the other pleasantly hard in the dark-washed jeans.
“Answer me.” Yixing demanded his smile deceptively gentle when his tone was stern and it was clear he was not accepting challenges.
“I-” Jongin swallowed, eyes and mind hazy. “Let me ride you.” he managed and blinked owlishly, his hands trailing up along Yixing’s arms.
“You’re so good…” Yixing grinned and let Jongin push him closer to it. Jongin was quick to remove his own t-shirt and Yixing appreciated the tanned skin and pert nipples. Despite this was just another one-night-stand to cure his boredom, he liked it better when he knew his partner wanted him too. Jongin was naked before Yixing had finished that thought and he definitely liked what he saw. “Get on the couch; I’ll be with you in a minute.”
Yixing found the condoms and lube where he left them last time he and Luhan fucked at his place and was back by Jongin’s side in less than a minute. He moaned softly when he saw Jongin on his couch, petting his dick like he was in love with it and if Yixing wasn’t so bossy he would’ve loved to suck it and have it shoved up his arse roughly.
“Everything about you is so pretty,” he praised Jongin and threw the tube of lube to him. “Prep yourself for me, Jonginnie.” he cooed and Jongin blushed scarlet, which made Yixing smile even wider. Jongin spread his legs and sank lower on the couch, squeezing generous dollops of lube over his fingers and crack, before he started to tease himself. Yixing marvelled how he bit his lower lip and scrunched his nose when he pushed his fingers into his arse. Little noises escaped him with every other thrust and Yixing was appreciative how he didn’t waste a lot of time on teasing himself open for him. Yixing still didn’t want any foreplay.
Jongin quickly had three fingers shoved into himself and a pearl of sweat rolled down his temple as he shivered from the stimulation to his prostate. Yixing was still in his dress-pants, cock heavy in his palm as he kept stroking himself while watching Jongin go at it.
“You ready, pretty?” Yixing smiled as he sat down next to Jongin on the couch. Jongin looked at him like he had asked him if water was wet. Jongin nodded and groaned something like ‘fuck, yes’ and Yixing clicked his tongue with a cocky smirk, before he rolled the condom onto himself and beckoned Jongin into his lap. He was still wearing his shirt and pants, both unbuttoned and hanging off him, but keeping them on gave him the power trip he got off on during sex.
Jongin straddled him and braced himself on the back of the couch, letting Yixing guide him onto his dick. Both of them hissed and Jongin’s whole body quivered against Yixing. Yixing didn’t wait for Jongin to settle into his lap, but grabbed his hips and started moving, up into him, revelling in the tightness.
“Jesus, are you sure you’re not a virgin?” he licked at Jongin’s Adam’s apple. Jongin chuckled and rolled his hips in Yixing’s lap, the material of his pants slightly uncomfortable against his bare skin, but he didn’t really care.
“Your dick is marvellous. It feels as good as it tasted.” Jongin breathed onto Yixing’s parted lips and Yixing snarled and snapped his hips hard against Jongin. He moaned loudly and he was eager to give back to Yixing. Yixing was sure Jongin would walk out of here with bruises on his hips as tightly as he was grasping them now and he would be hard as a rock when he got home to Luhan the next day, thinking of how gorgeously Jongin moved on him.
“Your cock sucking lips looked so pretty around it I should keep you and have you suck it every day,” Yixing bit down on Jongin’s lower lip and pulled moan after moan out of him. Jongin’s fists curled around the collar of Yixing’s shirt instead of the couch upholstery. “You’re so pretty all roughed up like this, maybe I should film you?”
Jongin groaned and tilted his head back when Yixing’s cock brushed against his prostate. He was close, Yixing figured and grinned wickedly at how utterly helpless Jongin sounded when his orgasm crept up on him. He deliberately slowed down and Jongin whined.
“Harder,” he moaned and canted his hips in Yixing’s lap. “Fuck me harder, oh God, don’t stop now, Yixing!” he almost wailed and Yixing found pleasure in his desperation. Luhan never sounded so genuinely distressed when they fucked and Yixing decided to drag it out. Yixing liked how raw Jongin sounded when he begged for him to obliterate him. He pinched Jongin’s nipple between his thumb and forefinger before he helped Jongin up a smidge and then allowed the other to set a pace that quickly had them both cursing and shuddering.
“You’re so desperate to come, aren’t you?” Yixing smiled between rough huffs.
“Shut up or talk dirty- oh fuck!” Jongin growled. Yixing couldn’t help but smirk.
“Such a desperate little slut, Jonginnie, I should stuff my cock down your throat and then leave you on the floor with my load all over your face,” he mouthed against Jongin’s temple. “Now shut up and move those pretty hips of yours.”
It took Jongin only a few minutes to come undone with the pace they had set and he soiled Yixing’s abdomen with thick ropes of cum and Yixing emptied into the condom, cock balls deep in Jongin’s arse. Yixing allowed Jongin to lean into him and hiccup his exhaustion into his collarbones. Yixing’s thumbs rubbed circles on Jongin’s thighs. He noticed his phone was flashing with new messages and probably a few missed calls as well. He reached for it and started going through them, Jongin still rather lifeless in his lap.
“Hate to be a joy-kill, but I have to get going.” he said after a while.
“It’s okay…” Jongin groaned sleepily. “I should get back to my hotel.” he winced when he got up from Yixing’s lap, fumbling for his clothes that were strewn all over the carpet.
“Such a good boy,” Yixing smiled to his phone. “You can shower if you want. I’ll get you a taxi.”
“Thanks.” Jongin scratched his neck awkwardly before he tottered off to the bathroom he figured might’ve been located somewhere near the entrance. Yixing shouted directions at him, before he dialled Luhan’s number. Luhan picked up after half a ring.
“We should keep him.”
END.