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tonight (i don't wanna brag but i'll be the best you ever had)
kai/lu han | nc-17 | 3431w
sex with lu han is different to what jongin imagined it'd be.
a/n: sex. just sex. pwp. title taken from this john legend song.
He listens to Lu Han shower, the sound of rushing water muted and fuzzy behind the closed door. Jongin tips his head back over the top of the headboard and bares the long length of his neck, imagines Lu Han doing the same in the shower, adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows. Lu Han would let the spray hit his face, let it slide down his chest, his stomach, his thighs. It’d skim past his calves and warm him deep, make his skin pink and slick. Jongin can see it his head; Lu Han would turn and the water would hit the breadth of his sagged shoulders, past the small of his back, over the curve of his ass and drop to the tiled floor. He’d fumble for the soap, bring it to his chest and lather, loose circular motions. Lu Han would do his arms next, suds and water clinging to his fingertips before moving onto his legs. He’d be methodical in his hygiene, soap from thigh to ankle and back up again, up the backs of his legs and the swell of his ass, right up to the back of his neck, wet hair sticking flat to his nape. Then he’d put the soap back in its tray and rub his belly, fingers skimming lower, dragging through the hair there. He’d grip his dick, make a loose fist and stroke it once, the other hand going down and under, massaging his balls a little.
Jongin imagines replacing Lu Han’s hand with his. Lu Han would ask him what he was doing, why he was in here, why he was touching him there but Jongin would just hush him, crowding closer. Lu Han’s cock would be heavy in his palm, soft and smooth, a thick vein running crookedly on the underside. It’d twitch and Lu Han would blush, heat rushing to his face. Jongin would smile and grip Lu Han’s dick a little harder. He’d squeeze gently, tug once and maybe Lu Han would moan, gasp, breath stuck in his throat. Maybe he’d ask Jongin to stop, would grab at Jongin’s arms and try to push him off. Jongin would laugh, soft and deep, let the affection and the amusement crinkle the corners of his eyes and wrinkle his nose. He’d pull Lu Han closer until they were hip to hip, breath mixing and foreheads bumping, and Lu Han’s eyes would go glassy, cloud over, throw his head back and breathe in sharply. He’d grab at Lu Han’s ass, put a thigh between Lu Han’s legs and let him rut against it, panting and dick growing hotter. Jongin would squeeze and knead, hands clenching and unclenching, pinch at the cheeks and spread them apart. Lu Han would groan, right by his ear, before letting his head drop onto Jongin’s shoulder, nuzzling into Jongin’s neck and breathing harsh and irregular. Lu Han would claw at Jongin’s back, blunt nails digging into his skin, white lines left in his wake.
Jongin can feel himself grow thick at the thought of Lu Han unravelling for him, because of him. He’d bite at Lu Han’s mouth, lick past his lips and press kisses to his neck. He’d suck angry red marks on Lu Han’s chest, make his pale, pale skin tender and a little raw. Lu Han would retaliate, peel away from Jongin to bite at Jongin’s collarbones, make his way up and up, bite at his earlobe and pull before tonguing the shell. Jongin would groan, shiver, move to catch Lu Han’s mouth, suck on his tongue, hand curling round Lu Han’s nape. Lu Han would scratch down Jongin’s sides, light and lingering, make his breath hitch. Their kisses would turn hard, bruising and just this side of painful. Jongin would back Lu Han up against the taps and listen to the sound of their ragged breathing mingle with the steady rush of water, have it echo and fill the room. Jongin would nip at Lu Han’s jaw, nose past his throat down to his nipple. He’d lap at it, lick around it, watch it peak and stiffen, Lu Han’s hands tugging at his hair the whole time.
“Jongin,” he’d moan, “Jongin!”
He opens his eyes and Lu Han stands to his right, looming, hair plastered to his forehead and rivulets of water making their way past his collarbones and down his chest. Lu Han has a towel wrapped loosely around his hips, the ends bunched together in his fist. He huffs at Jongin, cheeks puffed, and rolls his eyes.
“You can shower now, Jonginnie.”
Jongin rubs at his neck, feels heat rush to his face and the tips of his ears. Lu Han’s lips are a dark pink and parted, shiny like he’s just licked them and Jongin almost chokes on his spit. He coughs and looks down, puts his hands in his lap and thinks about saggy tits and hairy backs, anything but Lu Han’s mouth on his mouth, on his skin, on his dick. He can hear Lu Han looking for clothes in his suitcase, pulling things out and putting them back in, and all Jongin can think about is how small Lu Han’s towel is and how much paler the skin is on his thighs. The sounds stop and Jongin chances a glance, looks at Lu Han from under his lashes to see him in navy boxers, a shirt in his hand. Lu Han’s looking right at him, eyebrow raised and mouth curled into a soft smirk like he knows what Jongin’s thinking, but all he says is
“The noonas will know if you don’t. You don’t want them to scold you, right?”
And Lu Han laughs, the sound of it soft and short like an exhale, eyes crinkling and teeth showing. It takes Jongin a moment to process but when he gets there he frowns. Lu Han’s probably remembering that time last week when Jongin had shown up late, spots dotting his chin and more bags under his eyes than all of EXO’s luggage put together. The make-up noona had taken him by the arm and pushed him into a chair, muttering under her breath about silly boys who are never on time and don’t take care of their skin. He’d apologised a million times, felt sheepish and frustrated, and tried to hide himself behind his fringe. Lu Han had laughed the hardest, poked at Jongin’s cheeks and teased him mercilessly, eyes bright and fond. He hadn’t even realised he was slowly chewing his way through his bottom lip until the make-up noona practically growled at him to stop.
“Jonginnie, are you okay?”
Lu Han moves towards him, still damp skin, but now his eyebrows are furrowed and his eyes are wide. Jongin swallows and it’s so loud in his ears, he’s sure Lu Han heard him. Lu Han who still doesn’t have a shirt on, just has it bunched in his hand as he gets closer and closer to Jongin. Jongin feels the air leave him and his tongue dry and Lu Han touches him, pushes his fringe out of the way and puts the back of his hand to Jongin’s forehead.
His hand is cool which only means Jongin’s forehead isn’t and Jongin quickly tips his head back to look up at Lu Han, wets his lips so he can talk. Lu Han’s eyes dart to Jongin’s mouth, his own lips parting a touch, and Jongin swears Lu Han’s eyes darken, swears they go glassy like he’d always imagined.
“Hyung,” Jongin says, voice rough and low, “Hyung, I-”
Then Lu Han’s kissing him, licking at his bottom lip and tongue sliding past his teeth. Lu Han’s hand moves from Jongin’s forehead to the back of his head, gripping at the hair there and pulling. Lu Han pulls back and Jongin keens, tries to angle his face up more, tries to catch Lu Han’s lips again but then he’s being straddled, thighs bracketing his own and a solid weight settled on top of him. He opens his eyes and Lu Han’s there, one hand still tangled in Jongin’s hair, the other on the wall by his head. Jongin tries to lean forward, wants to get closer to Lu Han but he’s pulled back with a sharp tug of his hair. Lu Han surges forward and their teeth clack when they kiss, hard and bruising. Lu Han’s up on his knees, makes Jongin bare his neck and then Lu Han’s hands are cupping his face and sliding down his chest. His hair is still wet and the water makes Jongin shiver but they’re kissing and kissing and it’s rougher than how Jongin imagined it’d be, all tongue and teeth and spit.
Lu Han pulls at the hem of Jongin’s wife beater, pulls it up and makes Jongin yank his arms out of it first, stretches the fabric so much that Jongin’s pretty sure it’ll never be the right shape again. Lu Han stops kissing him for a second and their breathing is heavy, tugs the wife beater over Jongin’s head and sits on Jongin’s thighs like he belongs there. Lu Han smiles, soft and small and sweet, brushes cheeks with Jongin and hooks his chin over Jongin’s shoulder. He kisses behind Jongin’s ear and licks a little down Jongin’s throat before biting down. Jongin hisses, grabs hold of Lu Han’s hips and squeezes, bucking up and into Lu Han. Lu Han smiles into the bite, Jongin feels it against his skin, and then he sucks, tongue coming out to lap at it from time to time. Lu Han’s hands are flat against Jongin’s chest, thumbs brushing Jongin’s nipples, rubbing harder and harder before pinching them to points. Jongin whimpers, eyes screwing shut, teeth gritting together. He tenses when Lu Han pushes up, instinctively tightening his grip, wants to make sure Lu Han’s not going anywhere.
Lu Han’s eyes are dark when he tells Jongin to take off his pants, clambering to get off of Jongin and off the bed. Jongin opens his eyes and does as he’s told, but everything is a little fuzzy and his hands won’t stop shaking so it takes him a couple tries to unbutton and unzip himself. Lu Han’s bent double, hands in his suitcase, pulls out a small black bag and then there’s some lube and a condom in his hands. Jongin’s still taking his boxers off, hips off the mattress and pants around his ankles when Lu Han comes to stand at the foot of the bed. Lu Han throws the tube on the bed and the condom at Jongin, hits him squarely on the nose. Jongin startles and Lu Han laughs, tugging the rest of Jongin’s clothes off him.
“You’re so eager, dongsaeng.”
Jongin can feel himself blush, feels like he’s going to spend the whole time permanently flushed, but Lu Han’s crawling up his body now, kissing his knee then his hip, licks past his ribs and his collarbones. Lu Han’s breath is hot against Jongin’s ear when he whispers
“Don’t worry. Me too.”
Lu Han moves back down, stopping to lick at Jongin’s nipples, one of his hands shifting between them to take a hold of Jongin’s cock at the base. Lu Han doesn’t move his hand, just squeezes lightly each time Jongin gasps or he inhales sharply. Jongin’s harder than he’s ever been in his life.
His back arches and Lu Han kisses at his navel, his hair still leaving a wet trail all over Jongin’s chest and stomach.
“Budge up, Jonginnie. I’m gonna fall off the bed.”
Jongin pushes up until he’s sitting with his back against the headboard again, his cock heavy and leaking on his belly. Lu Han nudges his thighs apart with his hands, thumb rubbing circles on the soft skin there like he’d done with Jongin’s nipples. It makes Jongin tremble and his legs quiver. Lu Han makes Jongin spread himself a little further so he can kneel comfortably in between his legs and then he’s holding Jongin’s cock loosely, light and barely there. He grips tighter and strokes up, tongues the slit, kitten licks at the precum and puts the head of Jongin’s cock in his mouth. Jongin whimpers and digs his hands into Lu Han’s hair. Lu Han takes more of Jongin in, lips stretched so wide that they turn pale, takes Jongin in to the root before swallowing around him. Jongin squirms and Lu Han licks the underside of his dick on his way up, slow and torturous. He picks up the pace after that, head bobbing up and down, and it’s all wet, tight, hot suction, and Jongin can’t breathe, can’t think, can’t see. Lu Han is loud and his slurping is obscene, the sound of it mixing with Jongin’s gasps. There’s a hint of teeth and Jongin almost loses it, groaning and tugging at Lu Han’s hair.
“S-Stop,” and Jongin can barely speak, just moans and harsh breathing, but he has to get Lu Han to stop, has to otherwise he’ll come and it’ll all be over and Lu Han will never want to sleep with him ever again.
“Please, hyung,” Jongin tries, “I can’t, hyung. I- ah, I’m gonna-“
Lu Han pulls off, looks at Jongin from under his lashes, shiny string of saliva linking his mouth to Jongin’s dick. Lu Han’s lips are swollen and his cheeks are warm when he leans in to lick where Jongin’s thigh meets his pelvis. He noses at the skin there, brushes his lips there over and over, his hair tickling, and Jongin cups Lu Han’s face, makes him tilt up and kiss him. Lu Han moves to sit on top of him, cock flushed and plump between them.
“You’re such a good boy, Jonginnie,” Lu Han says, fingers carding through his hair down to his neck.
Jongin’s face burns and Lu Han licks over his lips, a broad swipe, kisses Jongin again and again like he wants to meld their mouths together. Lu Han pushes him back against the headboard, up on his knees now, rubs his cock between his belly and Jongin’s chest, precum leaving clear, wet trails on his skin. Lu Han throws his head back, eyes closed, and groans. He takes Jongin’s hands in his, puts them on his ass and keeps rutting against him. This is what Jongin imagined he’d be doing, firm squeezes to Lu Han’s ass, cock between his crease and sliding. Lu Han has his hands on Jongin’s shoulders, blunt nails digging and insistent, winded and only semi-coherent.
Jongin works a hand between their bodies and curls it around Lu Han’s cock, strokes it like he’d stroke himself, loose at the base and tight at the tip. Lu Han’s talking now, saying something about how it feels so good, how good Jongin is, how good, so good. His voice is breathy, like he’d run a marathon, and Jongin just wants to nip at his jaw so he does and Lu Han’s eyes snap open. He picks up the lube and fumbles with it, popping the lid open and squirts some onto his hand. Jongin stares and Lu Han grabs his hand, starts spreading the lube on his fingers, makes them slick all over.
“Jongin,” he says, “Jongin, put them in me.”
He rolls them over so that Lu Han’s underneath him, rubs their noses together when Lu Han giggles. Lu Han pulls his knees up until they’re by his ears, pale thighs on display, and Jongin slips a finger in. Lu Han closes his eyes again, grabs Jongin’s wrist and pulls him forward, Jongin’s other hand tucking itself behind Lu Han’s knee to steady himself. Jongin moves in and out, imagines it’s his cock buried deep. They’re both sweating, out of breath, and Lu Han tells him he’s ready for another finger, to hurry up, pleasepleaseplease.
Jongin kisses him, moans getting caught in Lu Han’s mouth, and now he’s scissoring Lu Han open, knuckle deep and thrusting. Jongin fists Lu Han’s cock and Lu Han exhales into Jongin’s mouth, hums and little panting noises. Jongin wants to hear him, wants to listen to him say Jongin’s name, so they stop kissing and Lu Han’s louder now, right by his ear when Jongin bends to tuck his head into the curve of Lu Han’s neck. He smells like lemons there, more than anywhere else on his body, and Jongin slips a third finger in. Lu Han scratches at Jongin’s back, blunt nails hard and insistent, his gasp turning into a whine when Jongin pushes deeper still, pulls out and back in twice as quick.
He’s hard and he’s leaking and he thinks Lu Han’s ready, breathing quick and back arched. Jongin takes his fingers out, looks for the condom and the lube and finds them on the floor. He slips the condom on and Lu Han lubes up his cock, drizzles it all over and fists until he’s slippery. Lu Han makes him lie down, feet to the headboard.
“I want to ride you,” Lu Han says, eyes dark and mouth pink, crawls on top of Jongin and sits so that Jongin’s cock is right under him. Jongin nods, doesn’t stop touching Lu Han, his thighs, his chest, his sides, and Lu Han has that same smirk he had on before, knowing and a secret at the same time.
Lu Han gets to his feet, sits on his heels and just hovers, touches the tip of Jongin’s dick to his hole, rubs at the folds and the creases there. Jongin growls and Lu Han laughs, slips Jongin into him little by little, just the head. The sheets are twisted in Jongin’s fists, his lips bitten raw, and it’s so much better than Lu Han’s mouth. Jongin sinks all the way in and Lu Han drops to his knees, eyes closed and face scrunched, breathing shallow. Jongin’s quick to grip at Lu Han’s hips, and Lu Han doesn’t move, mostly still except for the rise and fall of his chest.
“Hyung,” and Jongin panics because Lu Han’s face is still pinched like he’s in pain, “hyung, are you-”
“Sorry, sorry, I’m okay. I just didn’t realise you were this big, Jonginnie.”
Jongin goes warm, from his toes to his hairline, and Lu Han’s squinting but he looks a little bit more relaxed, shifting to get comfortable in Jongin’s lap. He pushes up, rises and falls back down on Jongin’s cock, and Jongin’s breath stutters and he feels like he’s on fire. Lu Han bounces up and down, his cock slapping against his belly and Jongin’s, saying Jongin’s name over and over. Jongin thrusts up and into him and Lu Han’s head drops, chokes on a moan. Jongin sinks in again and again, in and out, over and over, can feel his thighs start to get weak. Lu Han pumps himself in time with Jongin’s thrusts, gasps out
“I’m gonna- Oh my god, I’m gonna come.”
Jongin tips him over and thrusts in, has Lu Han on his back with his knees at his shoulders and Jongin thinks that this could be his favourite position. Lu Han under him, wriggling and falling apart, Jongin’s whole body draped over his. He pushes in again, tries to get deeper, covering Lu Han’s hand on his cock with his own, moves Lu Han closer to the edge.
Lu Han bats at Jongin’s hand, grabs him by the wrist and makes Jongin curl his fingers around Lu Han’s neck. He makes Jongin choke him, tells him to grip harder when he comes, and Lu Han’s hand moves faster, Jongin snapping his hips to keep up.
When Lu Han comes he screams, screams Jongin’s name and then there’s cum all over his hand, painting his chest with streaks of white. Jongin doesn’t last long after that, cock moving in and out of Lu Han as he orgasms, feels Lu Han tighten around him like he wants him to stay there. Then Lu Han’s trembling, full body shakes, and Jongin comes at the sight. He collapses on top of Lu Han and Lu Han just pets his hair, his back, sighing happily.
Jongin draws himself out of Lu Han and can barely stand, holds onto the side table for support. He ties the condom off and drops it in the bin, Lu Han coming up behind him to hug his waist, grazing teeth along his shoulder. Jongin’s stomach growls and Lu Han huffs at him.
“After,” Lu Han says, patting Jongin’s belly, “after you shower we’ll get ramen.”
“Yeah, hyung.”