[One-Shot] Breathing Exercises [KyungHun]
Originally posted by legozai at [ #17 ] Breathing Exercises
Title: Breathing Exercises
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sehun/Kyungsoo
Word Count: 4,000w
Summary: Sehun has asthma, his mother recommends him to take swimming lessons.
Warnings: failed smut, rimming, mentions of Zitao
Notes: I was going to write something short but my train ride to and from college had me spewing out all these feels. I hope you like it (ノ*゜▽゜*)
For as long as he knew, Oh Sehun had been a weakling. He was all bone and skin, with no muscles and short breaths. He was born premature, small and weak but he survived past that critical stage, albeit with weakened lungs. His parents looked after him, making sure he grew up well but when he entered school, Sehun found himself the runt of the pack, the boy that couldn't have other guy friends because he was too weak to play with them. He spent most of his time alone and it was only when he started high school that he met Jongin.
Jongin was the grade above him, always with a sleepy face and preferred fried chicken over anything else. The older boy was usually quiet and kept to himself, also a target of bullying due to his wonderfully golden skin and his preference to dance ballet. They became friends when Sehun had hid in the un-used dance studio, or so he thought. As the bigger bullies ran past, shouting out insulting names, Sehun turned to find a spotless studio with polished wooden floors and glinting mirrors that reflected a dancing form. Jongin’s dancing was the most graceful thing Sehun had ever seen, his legs prancing across the room as his arms held his body balanced. It was from then that Sehun hid from the bullies with Jongin, in the same dance studio throughout their school years. He even learnt some basic dance from the older male but he lacked the passion that Jongin had for the sport.
When Jongin finished high school, he moved away to attend the dance academy he had received a scholarship for. Alone, Sehun retreated back into his shell, his last year in high school spent in the dance studio and studying instead. He finished in the top 10 of his school and was offered a scholarship at a good university in the neighbouring city. He moved out, wanting to start fresh in a new city and not be dragged down by the boys from his past (who all didn’t make it to university at all, he noted). On the day his belongings were packed into a small taxi, his bag hanging off his shoulder, his mother had reached up to pet his cheeks with tears on the corner of her eyes.
“My boy… My Sehunnie, you’re all grown up.” She whispered softly, her lips pulled into a sad smile. “You’ll be fine alone, but if you ever need anything, just call mama, okay?”
Even at eighteen, Sehun couldn’t help the tears that sprung to his eyes as he thought about his mother all alone at home. His father had left when he started high school, breaking his mother’s heart and leaving him to grow up without much guidance (his mother tried her best and he loves her for looking after him during the tough times).
“I’ll come home as much as I can. I promise.” He wrapped his long noodle arms around her tiny form, burying his face in her soft hair. “I’ll make you proud and when I finish, I’ll come home and look after you.”
“My son. You don’t have to worry about me.” His mother took his hand and placed a card in his palm. “There was a boy who lived two doors down that moved to that city. I hear he teaches swimming, so if you want, you can give him a call for classes. It would help your breathing. Now, go before the taxi kicks all your things out.”
Her small hands pushed him towards the waiting taxi, his gangly limbs flailing at her strength. As the taxi pulled away from the driveway, he waved at her from the window.
“I’ll call you every day!”
His mother nodded, a tear escaping her eyes and running down her cheeks and her form got smaller and smaller until it disappeared from his sight as the taxi turned the corner. Sehun slipped the card into his bag and thought about the new city he was moving to.
***
Sehun didn’t call the number until three months later, when he was looking for assignment notice and stumbled upon the crumpled card as he tipped out his bag in search for the important document. Staring at the fading numbers, Sehun decided to continue his bout of procrastination by dialling the number. The line rang twice before a melodic voice answered.
"Hello?"
"Um... Ah..." Sehun fumbled with the card, squinting at the name on it. "Are you Kyungsoo...?"
"Yes, may I ask who is calling?"
Sehun's mouth went dry, not sure how he should explain himself.
"Well, my mom said you used to live down the road from us and that you moved here to study and you teach swimming and shewantedmetocallandaskforswimminglessonstohelpmybreathing." He mumbled out the last half of the sentence hurriedly, slurring his words together and blushing even though he was on the phone.
"Whoa, whoa. Slow down." Kyungsoo's voice rang through the line, his chuckle so gentle and sweet. "So you lived down the street from me? You must be Sehun. I don't remember any other house having a child around my age."
Sehun let out a soft gasp. The other male remembered him despite Sehun having no clue who Kyungsoo was.
"And yes I teach swimming at the local leisure centre. What can I do for you?"
"Ah! I have asthma and my mom told me I should learn to swim, it might help with my breathing...?" He trailed off nervously, not wanting to sound too hurried or weird.
"Oh, that's a great idea! It won't cure your asthma but it would definitely help." Sehun could almost feel Kyungsoo nodding on the other side of the phone. "I don't teach any adult swim classes but I can teach you one-on-one? Why don't we try a lesson or two first and see if it works, then we can decide on further lessons? What time is good for you this week?"
After a few more mumbles and repeating sentences, Sehun had a time and day scribbled messily in his student diary.
***
Sehun didn't know what to expect of Kyungsoo that day, he didn't even know what the other looked like. He sat by the edge of the indoor pool, nose inhaling the smell of chlorine as he swished his legs in the clear water. His eyes raked through the few people in the area, eyebrows furrowed as he wondered which of these people was Kyungsoo. They had agreed to a lesson at night, with less people around so Sehun wouldn't feel embarrassed about learning to swim at his age. But now that Sehun was there, he could feel the eyes of the other swimmers watching him curiously. It wasn't until a shadow fell over his form that Sehun looked up from his lap.
"Sehun?"
"Yes, that's..."
Sehun's words caught in his throat, his eyes widening at the sight of the male in front of him. Despite them being only separated by two years, Kyungsoo definitely looked like his age compared to Sehun who was all long noodle limbs and awkward flopping.
Kyungsoo was in a pair of loose swimming trunks, black to match with his black hair. His body wasn't buffed like the weightlifters in the gym next door but he was toned enough to have defined abs and thick arms. His face was much softer, with a strong jawline but soft, round cheeks hinted at the baby fat that was hidden there. Wide, round eyes blinked down at him almost owlishly, thick lips pulled into a heart-shaped smile (Sehun thinks he’s in love). Much to Sehun’s dismay (and delight) the older doesn’t seem to notice his staring.
“You are Sehun, right?”
“Huh?” Sehun snapped out of his daydream, his fingers twitching. “O-Oh, um… Yeah…”
Kyungsoo chuckled, eyes curving up as his smile widened.
“You’re adorable.”
“What?! No! Hyung, I’m an adult now!”
Floppy limbs waved awkwardly as the older male laughed, strong hands pushing Sehun into the shallow water.
“Alright, alright. Let’s start swimming!”
***
Lessons with Kyungsoo were fun, but hard. He was strict with his teaching and made sure to work the swimming styles so that it became habit. It has been six months since Sehun contacted Kyungsoo for the lessons, they had started to spend time together outside of the lessons and Sehun was thankful. Though he had friends at university, he didn’t connect as well with them as Kyungsoo. Sure they enjoyed the occasional karaoke session or convention but they were more into the partying side of socializing, most free nights spent getting drunk at a club somewhere while Sehun was at home in boxers and watching the whole first season of Free! Iwatobi swim club. Now that he had Kyungsoo, they spent nights eating at a new restaurant or screeching into a microphone at karaoke (it was here that Sehun heard Kyungsoo’s amazing singing voice and he often wondered why the other never went into the idol life).
Tonight they had gone to the grand opening of a japanese restaurant, both in semi-formal with button-up shirts tucked into black skinny jeans. Though Sehun was quite a bit taller than Kyungsoo, he was blushing like a teenage girl with a crush as he sat opposite the other at their booth. Kyungsoo’s white button-up was tight against his muscles, stretched across his chest and shoulders, muscles pressing against the fabric and leaving nothing to imagination (even if Sehun sees them twice a week, wet). Kyungsoo’s gaze flickered between Sehun and his menu, lips quirked into a smirk as Sehun squirmed and hid behind his own menu.
It was no surprise Sehun was crushing on him. His caring nature and they way he looked out for the younger had affected him deeply, as Sehun had essentially been alone for most of his life. Lately, Kyungsoo’s been closer, his touches lingering longer and their outings felt more and more like dates. This was no exception. Kyungsoo had picked him up from the dorm at 7 and drove them to the restaurant, his hand on Sehun’s lower back the whole way they walked from the carpark to the restaurant.
“Sehunnie, what would you like?”
Sehun blinked up from the words on the menu, Kyungsoo’s dark eyes on him as a waiter stood by to jot down their order.
“Um, I… Uh…” His train of thought disrupted, he looked down at the menu quickly. “I’d like a tempura prawn udon… And a hot green tea please.”
The waiter scribbled down his order and bowed, taking the menus and leaving them in silence. Kyungsoo clasped his hands and rested his elbows on the table, his chin pressed against his knuckles and his eyes remained focused on Sehun.
“You know…” The older started and lowered his hands slightly. “This is a date, okay? I wanted to see if you were interested in me or not, and I hope I haven’t read the signals wrong…”
“No! I mean… I… You’re hot.” Sehun stopped himself, eyes wide as he watched the smirk grow on Kyungsoo’s lips.
“Well then, since this is technically our first official date, tell me more about yourself Sehun.” He took a sip of his water and turned his expectant eyes onto the younger.
The night continued with a more intimate feel, Kyungsoo showing much more attention and even reached to wrap an arm around Sehun’s waist as they left the restaurant. Sehun’s senses were heightened, he was skittish and he couldn’t sit still in the car. Kyungsoo was pulling out of the carpark when he had asked to spend more time with the older at his apartment instead of his dorm (where his roommate, a Chinese boy named Zitao would probably interrupt them with his own boyfriend in tow). Smiling at the younger, Kyungsoo turned the car towards his apartment block, his hand placed gently on Sehun’s knee.
They were barely inside when Sehun was pressed up against the door, plush lips against his own chapped ones. The tension between them had been strung tight, taken too long to act upon until now. Sehun melted into the kiss, his shoulders slumping as his hands found their way into the other’s hair. Kyungsoo nipped at his bottom lip, his hands sliding to pull the younger’s hips against his own. Sehun was already half hard from the excitement he had been feeling all night, not being able to help the way his length pressed insistently against Kyungsoo’s crotch.
The pair made their way to the bedroom slowly, items of clothing coming off one by one until they were both left in their underwear. Strong hands ran up his thin waist, Sehun’s breath hitching as thumbs rubbed over his perked nipples. Kyungsoo smirked, hands reaching to press on the younger’s shoulders a little forcefully.
“Down, Sehunnie. I’ll help you with your breathing exercises.”
Sehun’s knees made a dull thud as he dropped to the floor obediently, his face directly in line with Kyungsoo’s crotch. A tent had formed there, the bulge pressing against the seam of the boxers insistently. Sehun had often fantasized about this moment, he often had recurring dreams of pulling down Kyungsoo’s trunks to see what was hidden underneath. With a whine, he leaned forward to press his face against the front of the older’s boxers as a soft chuckle came from above him.
“You may take them off, since you’re so eager.”
Long fingers tugged the piece of clothing down instantly, Kyungsoo’s length smacking him in the cheek lightly. Sehun squeaked softly, gulping as he stared at the impressive cock in front of him. Damn! I could have had this sooner if I had said something. He didn’t hesitate to lick the tip eagerly, closing his eyes to savor the taste. Kyungsoo’s hand reached to hold the younger’s cheek in his hand, stroking it before his fingers slid into Sehun’s bleached blond hair to tug. The younger moaned, blinking up at him with a pout before his face brightened when Kyungsoo gave a nod.
Heat engulfed his length and Kyungsoo groaned as Sehun started to suck on his cock. He was going to let the younger get used to his length first before he got started on the ‘lesson’. Sehun eased himself into rhythm before taking more of the older’s cock into his mouth. When he started to deep-throat, Kyungsoo tugged on his hair to pull him off.
“Now, take a deep breath. I want you to slowly let it out as I fuck your mouth.”
Sehun whimpered, swollen lips parting as he took in a breath just like he does in swim class. His hands bracing against Kyungsoo’s thick thighs. Without another word, Kyungsoo slid his cock back into Sehun’s mouth, his hips bucking into the wet heat as he felt small puffs of air released against his crotch. When the younger’s hands pushed gently against his thighs, Kyungsoo pulled his hips back, Sehun huffing gently to regain his lost breath. Kyungsoo noticed the way the other’s hips rutted against the floor, a dark chuckle echoing in the room as he stared down at Sehun.
“No touching yourself. I want to see how much you like this.”
Sehun whined, blinking up at the older as his heavy length slid back into his mouth after he took a deep breath. He had to be honest, he had been waiting for this ever since he started having dirty dreams about Kyungsoo fucking him from behind while bent over the side of the pool. As his thoughts strayed and his air ran out, his body seized up and he moaned loud against Kyungsoo’s cock as he stained his boxers with cum. Kyungsoo let go of his hair, looking down at him as he caught his breath while the cum soaked the front of his boxers.
Helping him up, Kyungsoo eased the younger to the bed, letting him lay there while his fingers busied themselves in mapping out his now sensitive body. Fingers dipped under the waistband and Sehun’s lidded eyes flew open to watch as Kyungsoo brought cum-covered fingers to his lips to taste the younger’s release. His cheeks burned, ears heating as he moaned at the sight. Kyungsoo licked it all off before leaning to smash his lips against Sehun’s hungrily, teeth clacking and tongues intertwining in a dirty, sloppy kiss. Sehun could taste himself on the other’s invading tongue. His length was hardening and he whimpered as his hips bucked against Kyungsoo’s thigh, feeling the older’s cock against his hip.
“H-Hyung… I want y-you…”
“Are you sure, Sehunnie? I can wait.” Kyungsoo pulled away to look down at him with a small frown. “I don’t want to seem like I just want you for sex.”
Sehun gulped, eyes downcast as he nodded shyly, suddenly embarrassed that he seemed so needy. With nothing to discuss further, Kyungsoo slowly eased the stained boxers off his body, leaning back onto his knees to take in the perfection below him. Sehun was normally flailing limbs and all awkwardness, but on Kyungsoo’s bed naked and post-orgasm, he just seemed to glow. Leaning to place gentle kisses on his body, Kyungsoo hummed as he held the younger close, whispering against his skin.
“When was the last time you had sex? Or…” His eyes glanced up at Sehun’s face. “Is this your first time?”
Sehun looked to the side, biting his lip.
"Just once. A year ago."
Knowing that, he slowed down, his touches becoming gentler as he eased the younger’s body to relax against him. If they were going to be serious about this relationship or not, Kyungsoo was going to make sure Sehun was comfortable and uninjured. He took his time showering kisses and touches all over the younger’s body, watching as he blushed and moaned so prettily. It wasn’t long before Sehun was begging for him to do more.
"Hyung, please... No more teasing..."
Sehun reached to pull Kyungsoo up to meet his lips in a kiss, his body hot and pressed flushed against the older's. Without being told twice, Kyungsoo reached to his bedside draw, pulling out a bottle of lube before pausing.
"I... I don't have any condoms..."
He moved to retreat, detaching his body from Sehun's. The younger whined and locked his feet together, grabbing the other by the shoulders.
"Just pull out before you... y'know..." He mumbled softly, face red as he pressed himself close to Kyungsoo once more.
Nodding, Kyungsoo leaned forward so Sehun could lay back down on the bed. His fingers trailed down the younger's body slowly, fingertips brushing over heated skin and settled under his knees. Sehun gulped visibly, lidded eyes watching as Kyungsoo spread his legs wider, pushing them up towards his chest. Dark eyes focused on the puckered entrance, untouched and untainted since the first time the younger had sex.
"I'll be gentle. I promise."
Soft words whispered against sensitive skin, plush lips pressed against his inner thigh. Sehun chewed on his lip, eyes widening as Kyungsoo's kisses moved closer and closer to his entrance. The first puff of air had him keening, his legs twitching as he tried not to focus on Kyungsoo between his legs. The first lick had him whining loudly, the first breach of the other's tongue into his body had him throwing his head back with a moan. Kyungsoo didn't waste time, licking and thrusting his tongue in and out of Sehun to make him moan louder, his pitch becoming higher and higher each time.
When he pulled away, Sehun was a wreck. His eyes were closed and his hair ruffled and messy against the pillow, his body covered in a light sheen of sweat. Swollen lips and hard length only added to the sight of the younger panting on the bed. Pouring the cold lube onto his fingers, Kyungsoo slowly pressed a single finger inside. He hissed as Sehun's muscles clamped down on his finger, the lube only helping a little as he eased it back and forth in slow movements.
By the time he had a third finger inside, Sehun had already came, spurting his release over his stomach while Kyungsoo worked his body into his next round. He was stretched wide enough, three fingers spreading him open and all Sehun could do was whimper weakly. Kyungsoo winced as he lathered the lube onto his length, the cold giving him a little shock before he warmed it up with his hand. Taking a deep breath, Kyungsoo pressed the tip against Sehun's entrance and watched his face as he slowly pushed inside. Sehun uttered a soft squeak but apart from that, he just moaned when Kyungsoo was completely inside.
"Hyunggggg...."
"Hush now, you will get it." Kyungsoo cooed softly, brushing sweaty strands off the other's forehead before he placed his hands on the bed beside Sehun's head.
Once he was confident with their positions, he started to move. Hips rocked against each other, echoing moans and soft grunts resounded in the room. Sehun's nails dug themselves into Kyungsoo's back, scratching desperately as they worked towards their climax. When Sehun's body tensed, his moans becoming more silent, Kyungsoo knew he was close. Just as his muscles clenched around Kyungsoo's length, the older pressed his hand against Sehun's throat.
It wasn't a tight hold, just enough to let Sehun know that it was time for him to take a breath. Air filled his lungs and a pressure settled on his throat, Sehun whimpering softly as he tried to breathe out through his nose as slow as possible while Kyungsoo's hips picked up the pace. When Sehun ran out of air, Kyungsoo only let him go long enough for one gulp of air before pressing on his neck again. On the third press, Sehun's body locked up and he arched high off the bed. Kyungsoo kept his grip and Sehun swore he saw stars before blacking out for a minute or so from the intenseness of the orgasm. When he came around, he was panting hard and Kyungsoo was working his length rapidly. His orgasm face was the hottest thing Sehun had ever seen. Kyungsoo's eyes rolled back as he groaned, head falling back and his thick lips parted slightly as his length twitched in his hand, spurting globs of his release onto Sehun's thighs and lower stomach.
The relaxed bonelessly onto the bed, Sehun's head resting against Kyungsoo's chest as his awkward noodle limbs wrapped around the older like a squid. Kyungsoo hummed a soft tune, his melodic voice almost like a calming lullaby for the younger who yawned and cuddled closer.
"You know, I actually prefer this breathing exercise over swimming..." He mumbled softly. "And... What are we, after this?"
"Hmmm..." Kyungsoo pretended to think. "We don't have to be anything if you don't want to be. Or we could be boyfriends... if you wan--"
"Yes!" Sehun sat up quickly, wincing as his body protested. "I want to be that! With you!"
Kyungsoo smiled, reaching to pull the younger back against his chest as they lulled themselves back into limbo between consciousness and dreamland. Sehun closed his eyes and rubbed his cheek against Kyungsoo's naked chest, almost purring as he let his body relax into the position like putty falling into place and gentle fingertips brushed against his bare shoulders and back. Without another sound, Kyungsoo tugged the blanket up and covered them both.
("You know, you still have to take those swimming lessons. Your freestyle is still atrocious."
"AW BUT HYUNGGGGGG..."
"No buts. You need to learn to swim. It also helps more with your breathing and your fitness."
"I'll only learn if you promise you will do me in the pool."
Kyungsoo spluttered as he choked on air, turning to look at the younger with wide eyes and sleep completely disregarded. Shaking his head, the older flopped back onto his pillow with an arm over his eyes.
"What have I gotten myself into?"
"Me. That's what.")
Fin
Title: Breathing Exercises
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sehun/Kyungsoo
Word Count: 4,000w
Summary: Sehun has asthma, his mother recommends him to take swimming lessons.
Warnings: failed smut, rimming, mentions of Zitao
Notes: I was going to write something short but my train ride to and from college had me spewing out all these feels. I hope you like it (ノ*゜▽゜*)
For as long as he knew, Oh Sehun had been a weakling. He was all bone and skin, with no muscles and short breaths. He was born premature, small and weak but he survived past that critical stage, albeit with weakened lungs. His parents looked after him, making sure he grew up well but when he entered school, Sehun found himself the runt of the pack, the boy that couldn't have other guy friends because he was too weak to play with them. He spent most of his time alone and it was only when he started high school that he met Jongin.
Jongin was the grade above him, always with a sleepy face and preferred fried chicken over anything else. The older boy was usually quiet and kept to himself, also a target of bullying due to his wonderfully golden skin and his preference to dance ballet. They became friends when Sehun had hid in the un-used dance studio, or so he thought. As the bigger bullies ran past, shouting out insulting names, Sehun turned to find a spotless studio with polished wooden floors and glinting mirrors that reflected a dancing form. Jongin’s dancing was the most graceful thing Sehun had ever seen, his legs prancing across the room as his arms held his body balanced. It was from then that Sehun hid from the bullies with Jongin, in the same dance studio throughout their school years. He even learnt some basic dance from the older male but he lacked the passion that Jongin had for the sport.
When Jongin finished high school, he moved away to attend the dance academy he had received a scholarship for. Alone, Sehun retreated back into his shell, his last year in high school spent in the dance studio and studying instead. He finished in the top 10 of his school and was offered a scholarship at a good university in the neighbouring city. He moved out, wanting to start fresh in a new city and not be dragged down by the boys from his past (who all didn’t make it to university at all, he noted). On the day his belongings were packed into a small taxi, his bag hanging off his shoulder, his mother had reached up to pet his cheeks with tears on the corner of her eyes.
“My boy… My Sehunnie, you’re all grown up.” She whispered softly, her lips pulled into a sad smile. “You’ll be fine alone, but if you ever need anything, just call mama, okay?”
Even at eighteen, Sehun couldn’t help the tears that sprung to his eyes as he thought about his mother all alone at home. His father had left when he started high school, breaking his mother’s heart and leaving him to grow up without much guidance (his mother tried her best and he loves her for looking after him during the tough times).
“I’ll come home as much as I can. I promise.” He wrapped his long noodle arms around her tiny form, burying his face in her soft hair. “I’ll make you proud and when I finish, I’ll come home and look after you.”
“My son. You don’t have to worry about me.” His mother took his hand and placed a card in his palm. “There was a boy who lived two doors down that moved to that city. I hear he teaches swimming, so if you want, you can give him a call for classes. It would help your breathing. Now, go before the taxi kicks all your things out.”
Her small hands pushed him towards the waiting taxi, his gangly limbs flailing at her strength. As the taxi pulled away from the driveway, he waved at her from the window.
“I’ll call you every day!”
His mother nodded, a tear escaping her eyes and running down her cheeks and her form got smaller and smaller until it disappeared from his sight as the taxi turned the corner. Sehun slipped the card into his bag and thought about the new city he was moving to.
***
Sehun didn’t call the number until three months later, when he was looking for assignment notice and stumbled upon the crumpled card as he tipped out his bag in search for the important document. Staring at the fading numbers, Sehun decided to continue his bout of procrastination by dialling the number. The line rang twice before a melodic voice answered.
"Hello?"
"Um... Ah..." Sehun fumbled with the card, squinting at the name on it. "Are you Kyungsoo...?"
"Yes, may I ask who is calling?"
Sehun's mouth went dry, not sure how he should explain himself.
"Well, my mom said you used to live down the road from us and that you moved here to study and you teach swimming and shewantedmetocallandaskforswimminglessonstohelpmybreathing." He mumbled out the last half of the sentence hurriedly, slurring his words together and blushing even though he was on the phone.
"Whoa, whoa. Slow down." Kyungsoo's voice rang through the line, his chuckle so gentle and sweet. "So you lived down the street from me? You must be Sehun. I don't remember any other house having a child around my age."
Sehun let out a soft gasp. The other male remembered him despite Sehun having no clue who Kyungsoo was.
"And yes I teach swimming at the local leisure centre. What can I do for you?"
"Ah! I have asthma and my mom told me I should learn to swim, it might help with my breathing...?" He trailed off nervously, not wanting to sound too hurried or weird.
"Oh, that's a great idea! It won't cure your asthma but it would definitely help." Sehun could almost feel Kyungsoo nodding on the other side of the phone. "I don't teach any adult swim classes but I can teach you one-on-one? Why don't we try a lesson or two first and see if it works, then we can decide on further lessons? What time is good for you this week?"
After a few more mumbles and repeating sentences, Sehun had a time and day scribbled messily in his student diary.
***
Sehun didn't know what to expect of Kyungsoo that day, he didn't even know what the other looked like. He sat by the edge of the indoor pool, nose inhaling the smell of chlorine as he swished his legs in the clear water. His eyes raked through the few people in the area, eyebrows furrowed as he wondered which of these people was Kyungsoo. They had agreed to a lesson at night, with less people around so Sehun wouldn't feel embarrassed about learning to swim at his age. But now that Sehun was there, he could feel the eyes of the other swimmers watching him curiously. It wasn't until a shadow fell over his form that Sehun looked up from his lap.
"Sehun?"
"Yes, that's..."
Sehun's words caught in his throat, his eyes widening at the sight of the male in front of him. Despite them being only separated by two years, Kyungsoo definitely looked like his age compared to Sehun who was all long noodle limbs and awkward flopping.
Kyungsoo was in a pair of loose swimming trunks, black to match with his black hair. His body wasn't buffed like the weightlifters in the gym next door but he was toned enough to have defined abs and thick arms. His face was much softer, with a strong jawline but soft, round cheeks hinted at the baby fat that was hidden there. Wide, round eyes blinked down at him almost owlishly, thick lips pulled into a heart-shaped smile (Sehun thinks he’s in love). Much to Sehun’s dismay (and delight) the older doesn’t seem to notice his staring.
“You are Sehun, right?”
“Huh?” Sehun snapped out of his daydream, his fingers twitching. “O-Oh, um… Yeah…”
Kyungsoo chuckled, eyes curving up as his smile widened.
“You’re adorable.”
“What?! No! Hyung, I’m an adult now!”
Floppy limbs waved awkwardly as the older male laughed, strong hands pushing Sehun into the shallow water.
“Alright, alright. Let’s start swimming!”
***
Lessons with Kyungsoo were fun, but hard. He was strict with his teaching and made sure to work the swimming styles so that it became habit. It has been six months since Sehun contacted Kyungsoo for the lessons, they had started to spend time together outside of the lessons and Sehun was thankful. Though he had friends at university, he didn’t connect as well with them as Kyungsoo. Sure they enjoyed the occasional karaoke session or convention but they were more into the partying side of socializing, most free nights spent getting drunk at a club somewhere while Sehun was at home in boxers and watching the whole first season of Free! Iwatobi swim club. Now that he had Kyungsoo, they spent nights eating at a new restaurant or screeching into a microphone at karaoke (it was here that Sehun heard Kyungsoo’s amazing singing voice and he often wondered why the other never went into the idol life).
Tonight they had gone to the grand opening of a japanese restaurant, both in semi-formal with button-up shirts tucked into black skinny jeans. Though Sehun was quite a bit taller than Kyungsoo, he was blushing like a teenage girl with a crush as he sat opposite the other at their booth. Kyungsoo’s white button-up was tight against his muscles, stretched across his chest and shoulders, muscles pressing against the fabric and leaving nothing to imagination (even if Sehun sees them twice a week, wet). Kyungsoo’s gaze flickered between Sehun and his menu, lips quirked into a smirk as Sehun squirmed and hid behind his own menu.
It was no surprise Sehun was crushing on him. His caring nature and they way he looked out for the younger had affected him deeply, as Sehun had essentially been alone for most of his life. Lately, Kyungsoo’s been closer, his touches lingering longer and their outings felt more and more like dates. This was no exception. Kyungsoo had picked him up from the dorm at 7 and drove them to the restaurant, his hand on Sehun’s lower back the whole way they walked from the carpark to the restaurant.
“Sehunnie, what would you like?”
Sehun blinked up from the words on the menu, Kyungsoo’s dark eyes on him as a waiter stood by to jot down their order.
“Um, I… Uh…” His train of thought disrupted, he looked down at the menu quickly. “I’d like a tempura prawn udon… And a hot green tea please.”
The waiter scribbled down his order and bowed, taking the menus and leaving them in silence. Kyungsoo clasped his hands and rested his elbows on the table, his chin pressed against his knuckles and his eyes remained focused on Sehun.
“You know…” The older started and lowered his hands slightly. “This is a date, okay? I wanted to see if you were interested in me or not, and I hope I haven’t read the signals wrong…”
“No! I mean… I… You’re hot.” Sehun stopped himself, eyes wide as he watched the smirk grow on Kyungsoo’s lips.
“Well then, since this is technically our first official date, tell me more about yourself Sehun.” He took a sip of his water and turned his expectant eyes onto the younger.
The night continued with a more intimate feel, Kyungsoo showing much more attention and even reached to wrap an arm around Sehun’s waist as they left the restaurant. Sehun’s senses were heightened, he was skittish and he couldn’t sit still in the car. Kyungsoo was pulling out of the carpark when he had asked to spend more time with the older at his apartment instead of his dorm (where his roommate, a Chinese boy named Zitao would probably interrupt them with his own boyfriend in tow). Smiling at the younger, Kyungsoo turned the car towards his apartment block, his hand placed gently on Sehun’s knee.
They were barely inside when Sehun was pressed up against the door, plush lips against his own chapped ones. The tension between them had been strung tight, taken too long to act upon until now. Sehun melted into the kiss, his shoulders slumping as his hands found their way into the other’s hair. Kyungsoo nipped at his bottom lip, his hands sliding to pull the younger’s hips against his own. Sehun was already half hard from the excitement he had been feeling all night, not being able to help the way his length pressed insistently against Kyungsoo’s crotch.
The pair made their way to the bedroom slowly, items of clothing coming off one by one until they were both left in their underwear. Strong hands ran up his thin waist, Sehun’s breath hitching as thumbs rubbed over his perked nipples. Kyungsoo smirked, hands reaching to press on the younger’s shoulders a little forcefully.
“Down, Sehunnie. I’ll help you with your breathing exercises.”
Sehun’s knees made a dull thud as he dropped to the floor obediently, his face directly in line with Kyungsoo’s crotch. A tent had formed there, the bulge pressing against the seam of the boxers insistently. Sehun had often fantasized about this moment, he often had recurring dreams of pulling down Kyungsoo’s trunks to see what was hidden underneath. With a whine, he leaned forward to press his face against the front of the older’s boxers as a soft chuckle came from above him.
“You may take them off, since you’re so eager.”
Long fingers tugged the piece of clothing down instantly, Kyungsoo’s length smacking him in the cheek lightly. Sehun squeaked softly, gulping as he stared at the impressive cock in front of him. Damn! I could have had this sooner if I had said something. He didn’t hesitate to lick the tip eagerly, closing his eyes to savor the taste. Kyungsoo’s hand reached to hold the younger’s cheek in his hand, stroking it before his fingers slid into Sehun’s bleached blond hair to tug. The younger moaned, blinking up at him with a pout before his face brightened when Kyungsoo gave a nod.
Heat engulfed his length and Kyungsoo groaned as Sehun started to suck on his cock. He was going to let the younger get used to his length first before he got started on the ‘lesson’. Sehun eased himself into rhythm before taking more of the older’s cock into his mouth. When he started to deep-throat, Kyungsoo tugged on his hair to pull him off.
“Now, take a deep breath. I want you to slowly let it out as I fuck your mouth.”
Sehun whimpered, swollen lips parting as he took in a breath just like he does in swim class. His hands bracing against Kyungsoo’s thick thighs. Without another word, Kyungsoo slid his cock back into Sehun’s mouth, his hips bucking into the wet heat as he felt small puffs of air released against his crotch. When the younger’s hands pushed gently against his thighs, Kyungsoo pulled his hips back, Sehun huffing gently to regain his lost breath. Kyungsoo noticed the way the other’s hips rutted against the floor, a dark chuckle echoing in the room as he stared down at Sehun.
“No touching yourself. I want to see how much you like this.”
Sehun whined, blinking up at the older as his heavy length slid back into his mouth after he took a deep breath. He had to be honest, he had been waiting for this ever since he started having dirty dreams about Kyungsoo fucking him from behind while bent over the side of the pool. As his thoughts strayed and his air ran out, his body seized up and he moaned loud against Kyungsoo’s cock as he stained his boxers with cum. Kyungsoo let go of his hair, looking down at him as he caught his breath while the cum soaked the front of his boxers.
Helping him up, Kyungsoo eased the younger to the bed, letting him lay there while his fingers busied themselves in mapping out his now sensitive body. Fingers dipped under the waistband and Sehun’s lidded eyes flew open to watch as Kyungsoo brought cum-covered fingers to his lips to taste the younger’s release. His cheeks burned, ears heating as he moaned at the sight. Kyungsoo licked it all off before leaning to smash his lips against Sehun’s hungrily, teeth clacking and tongues intertwining in a dirty, sloppy kiss. Sehun could taste himself on the other’s invading tongue. His length was hardening and he whimpered as his hips bucked against Kyungsoo’s thigh, feeling the older’s cock against his hip.
“H-Hyung… I want y-you…”
“Are you sure, Sehunnie? I can wait.” Kyungsoo pulled away to look down at him with a small frown. “I don’t want to seem like I just want you for sex.”
Sehun gulped, eyes downcast as he nodded shyly, suddenly embarrassed that he seemed so needy. With nothing to discuss further, Kyungsoo slowly eased the stained boxers off his body, leaning back onto his knees to take in the perfection below him. Sehun was normally flailing limbs and all awkwardness, but on Kyungsoo’s bed naked and post-orgasm, he just seemed to glow. Leaning to place gentle kisses on his body, Kyungsoo hummed as he held the younger close, whispering against his skin.
“When was the last time you had sex? Or…” His eyes glanced up at Sehun’s face. “Is this your first time?”
Sehun looked to the side, biting his lip.
"Just once. A year ago."
Knowing that, he slowed down, his touches becoming gentler as he eased the younger’s body to relax against him. If they were going to be serious about this relationship or not, Kyungsoo was going to make sure Sehun was comfortable and uninjured. He took his time showering kisses and touches all over the younger’s body, watching as he blushed and moaned so prettily. It wasn’t long before Sehun was begging for him to do more.
"Hyung, please... No more teasing..."
Sehun reached to pull Kyungsoo up to meet his lips in a kiss, his body hot and pressed flushed against the older's. Without being told twice, Kyungsoo reached to his bedside draw, pulling out a bottle of lube before pausing.
"I... I don't have any condoms..."
He moved to retreat, detaching his body from Sehun's. The younger whined and locked his feet together, grabbing the other by the shoulders.
"Just pull out before you... y'know..." He mumbled softly, face red as he pressed himself close to Kyungsoo once more.
Nodding, Kyungsoo leaned forward so Sehun could lay back down on the bed. His fingers trailed down the younger's body slowly, fingertips brushing over heated skin and settled under his knees. Sehun gulped visibly, lidded eyes watching as Kyungsoo spread his legs wider, pushing them up towards his chest. Dark eyes focused on the puckered entrance, untouched and untainted since the first time the younger had sex.
"I'll be gentle. I promise."
Soft words whispered against sensitive skin, plush lips pressed against his inner thigh. Sehun chewed on his lip, eyes widening as Kyungsoo's kisses moved closer and closer to his entrance. The first puff of air had him keening, his legs twitching as he tried not to focus on Kyungsoo between his legs. The first lick had him whining loudly, the first breach of the other's tongue into his body had him throwing his head back with a moan. Kyungsoo didn't waste time, licking and thrusting his tongue in and out of Sehun to make him moan louder, his pitch becoming higher and higher each time.
When he pulled away, Sehun was a wreck. His eyes were closed and his hair ruffled and messy against the pillow, his body covered in a light sheen of sweat. Swollen lips and hard length only added to the sight of the younger panting on the bed. Pouring the cold lube onto his fingers, Kyungsoo slowly pressed a single finger inside. He hissed as Sehun's muscles clamped down on his finger, the lube only helping a little as he eased it back and forth in slow movements.
By the time he had a third finger inside, Sehun had already came, spurting his release over his stomach while Kyungsoo worked his body into his next round. He was stretched wide enough, three fingers spreading him open and all Sehun could do was whimper weakly. Kyungsoo winced as he lathered the lube onto his length, the cold giving him a little shock before he warmed it up with his hand. Taking a deep breath, Kyungsoo pressed the tip against Sehun's entrance and watched his face as he slowly pushed inside. Sehun uttered a soft squeak but apart from that, he just moaned when Kyungsoo was completely inside.
"Hyunggggg...."
"Hush now, you will get it." Kyungsoo cooed softly, brushing sweaty strands off the other's forehead before he placed his hands on the bed beside Sehun's head.
Once he was confident with their positions, he started to move. Hips rocked against each other, echoing moans and soft grunts resounded in the room. Sehun's nails dug themselves into Kyungsoo's back, scratching desperately as they worked towards their climax. When Sehun's body tensed, his moans becoming more silent, Kyungsoo knew he was close. Just as his muscles clenched around Kyungsoo's length, the older pressed his hand against Sehun's throat.
It wasn't a tight hold, just enough to let Sehun know that it was time for him to take a breath. Air filled his lungs and a pressure settled on his throat, Sehun whimpering softly as he tried to breathe out through his nose as slow as possible while Kyungsoo's hips picked up the pace. When Sehun ran out of air, Kyungsoo only let him go long enough for one gulp of air before pressing on his neck again. On the third press, Sehun's body locked up and he arched high off the bed. Kyungsoo kept his grip and Sehun swore he saw stars before blacking out for a minute or so from the intenseness of the orgasm. When he came around, he was panting hard and Kyungsoo was working his length rapidly. His orgasm face was the hottest thing Sehun had ever seen. Kyungsoo's eyes rolled back as he groaned, head falling back and his thick lips parted slightly as his length twitched in his hand, spurting globs of his release onto Sehun's thighs and lower stomach.
The relaxed bonelessly onto the bed, Sehun's head resting against Kyungsoo's chest as his awkward noodle limbs wrapped around the older like a squid. Kyungsoo hummed a soft tune, his melodic voice almost like a calming lullaby for the younger who yawned and cuddled closer.
"You know, I actually prefer this breathing exercise over swimming..." He mumbled softly. "And... What are we, after this?"
"Hmmm..." Kyungsoo pretended to think. "We don't have to be anything if you don't want to be. Or we could be boyfriends... if you wan--"
"Yes!" Sehun sat up quickly, wincing as his body protested. "I want to be that! With you!"
Kyungsoo smiled, reaching to pull the younger back against his chest as they lulled themselves back into limbo between consciousness and dreamland. Sehun closed his eyes and rubbed his cheek against Kyungsoo's naked chest, almost purring as he let his body relax into the position like putty falling into place and gentle fingertips brushed against his bare shoulders and back. Without another sound, Kyungsoo tugged the blanket up and covered them both.
("You know, you still have to take those swimming lessons. Your freestyle is still atrocious."
"AW BUT HYUNGGGGGG..."
"No buts. You need to learn to swim. It also helps more with your breathing and your fitness."
"I'll only learn if you promise you will do me in the pool."
Kyungsoo spluttered as he choked on air, turning to look at the younger with wide eyes and sleep completely disregarded. Shaking his head, the older flopped back onto his pillow with an arm over his eyes.
"What have I gotten myself into?"
"Me. That's what.")
Fin