Hanging By a Moment - 3 of 4
Warning! There's some blood in this one!
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The lovers lie on the pillows facing one another, quietly looking into one another's eyes with small smiles on both of their faces. “Hi,” Jongdae whispers, the corners of his mouth curling up like a kitten's. A pale hand reaches up to trace the outline of his red, kiss-swollen lips.
“Hi, yourself,” Sehun rumbles, as his fingers trace from his mate's lips to his cheekbone, to his sharp jaw.
“You okay? Did I hurt you?”
"Huh uh," Sehun shakes his head, “It kinda hurt a little at first, but then after a couple minutes, I don't know, it just felt right. Mind blowing, actually.” The blond turns his head into the pillow and blushes. “God, that's so lame.”
With his face buried, Sehun's neck is exposed, and Jongdae takes a good look at his mark for the first time. The individual shapes of his teeth are perfectly indented into the broken, white skin of his mate, and the blood is still sluggishly trickling, painting streaks of red on his throat.
Jongdae raises himself on the arm he's been lying on, drawn towards his mark. “I'm sorry about this, though,” Jongdae breathes as he hovers over Sehun, his breath ghosting over the wound. “It looks painful.”
Touching his tongue to a pale collarbone, he drags it upwards, lapping at the spilled blood, and leaving smooth, white skin in his path. He lick, lick, licks all the way around the punctures, never quite touching them with more than his hot breath, as Sehun squirms beneath him, making quiet, throaty noises of pleasure. He finally opens his mouth fully, and engulfs the wound, suckling at the open skin, encouraging the slowing blood to flow into his mouth.
“Fuuuuuck!” Sehun groans, forcefully pulling Jongdae's body on top of his own, and dragging his fingernails down his back before clutching at his ass to grind their lower bodies together. “Oh dear God!”
Jongdae's legs fall open, straddling his mate's body as he continues sucking at his bloody neck. He scrapes his teeth over the wound to reopen it, causing Sehun to gasp and his body to shudder violently. “Sorry,” Jongdae whispers against his throat. “Done with wolf. Wanna be a vampire, now.”
“Going all Twilight on me?” Sehun chuckles breathlessly, arching his neck and rocking his hips upward.
Jongdae nods, his slick red lips still moving against Sehun's neck as the boy thrusts wildly against him. He can hear his mate's panting breath against his ear, and feel his chest heaving beneath him as his hands clutch and grip at his ass, his thighs, his arms, frantically grabbing on wherever he can reach. Jongdae raises his hips as he sucks harder, his right hand sliding down between their bodies and grasping Sehun's cock, guiding it lower, pushing it behind his own body to slip against his crack. He raises and lowers himself once, twice, before a growl tears from low in his mate's throat.
Lifting his head, he looks down at his mate whose eyes are closed and mouth hanging open, his face twisted in ecstasy. Slowly, his eyes open, pupils blown wide, ringed in pure silver.
“You said I could claim you tomorrow,” Sehun rumbles. “Tomorrow starts now.”
“Okay,” Jongdae exhales, leaning down to swipe his tongue against the teeth marks on Sehun's neck one last time.
“All fours,” the blond grunts. He watches with his silver eyes narrowed, licking his lips as his mate crawls over to the empty side of the bed. He rolls his own body onto his side, raising his head to cradle in his hand, leaning on his elbow.
“Is this how you want me?” Jongdae purrs, teasingly wiggling his ass.
“God, yes,” Sehun hisses, leaning the slight distance to reach his free hand to the brown-haired boy's nape, and stroking slowly down his backbone, his fingers lightly caressing each peak and dip of his vertebrae. Jongdae closes his eyes and arches his back, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as those long, white fingers trail lower and lower, leaving goose bumps in their wake.
Sehun raises himself to move behind his mate, nudging Jongdae's legs apart with his knees so that he can kneel between them. Large hands stroke the thick flesh of the older boy's hips, spreading them apart to expose the hidden pucker between. Jongdae gasps, his body shuddering at the first tentative stroke of the blond's thumb over his entrance.
“Thought you'd done this before,” the younger whispers, pressing his forehead to the skin of Jongdae's back, his tongue darting out to taste the salt of his sweat.
“Yeah,” Jongdae breathes, “been a long time, though. And it didn't matter then. Wasn't my mate.” He cants backwards on his knees to press his ass against Sehun's cock. “Wasn't you.”
“Gonna lose it before I even get inside you,” Sehun groans, nuzzling the side of his face against Jongdae's back as he slides his arousal between his mate's parted thighs. The tip of his cock smears pre-come over Jongdae's tight balls, and he grips the older boy's hips so hard he's sure there will be bruises in the shape of his fingers by morning.
“God, hurry the fuck up!” Balancing himself on one elbow, Jongdae stretches across the bed for the giant bottle of lube, batting it into Sehun's reach. The blond takes a shuddering breath and sits back on his heels, settling the bottle upright on the mattress so that he can pump the slippery gel onto his fingers. His wolf is so close to the surface that his heightened sense of smell catches an almost sickeningly sweet aroma, causing him to sniff the gel, before gingerly licking a tiny bit of it off of his index finger. He snorts, “it's apple pie flavored! Those perverts!”
“What?!” Jongdae barks, “that's like the least sexy flavor in the world!”
The humor of the situation somewhat eases the sexual tension, as both chuckle over the absurdity of cinnamon apple lube. Sehun takes a deep breath and raises back up onto his knees, steadying himself with his left hand on Jongdae's hip. “Okay,” he says under his breath, his fingers trembling slightly as he begins to rub the sweet, slippery substance around the ring of tight muscle, only circling, not yet ready to breech it. “Again...never done this before. I swear to God I'll try not to hurt you.”
“I'm fine,” Jongdae whispers, “you won't. I trust you.”
That's enough to steel Sehun's nerves as he finally presses forward with his middle finger, watching in awe as his mate's body engulfs it. Slowly, he draws his finger almost all of the way out, before just as slowly pushing back in. His speed increases with each slide of in, out, in, out, in, out, until Jongdae is writhing and panting with need of more. He adds his index finger, then his ring finger almost immediately after, twisting his wrist back and forth, spiraling the motion of his fingers as they plunge into Jongdae's heat.
The dark-haired wolf is nearly sobbing with need. “Enough!” he pants, “Just...now!” He is so far gone that he can't even put words together in his maddened state.
Sehun withdraws his fingers, drawing a deep whimper from Jongdae's throat. The fragrance of the lube is still heavy in the air, filling his nose with its enticing warm scent. He leans down and tentatively touches his tongue to the puckered skin, tasting the wetness and spice. Jongdae wails at the erotic touch, his hips involuntarily pushing backwards as Sehun becomes bolder, flattening his tongue and lapping at the flavor. He sucks at his mate's entrance, lips making filthy squelching sounds and debauched moans escaping his mouth as Jongdae wriggles against him.
Pulling away, he pumps more of the flavored lube onto his fingers, delving back inside the quivering hole to be sure it is slick enough, not wanting to hurt Jongdae when he finally enters him.
“Ready or not...” Sehun rasps, slicking his cock with his still wet hand. With no further warning, he pushes his long, hard cock fully inside of Jongdae in one forceful thrust, making the brown-haired boy howl with pleasure. The blond begins thrusting erratically, no grace or rhythm that would be expected of a dancer, excitement and lust taking control of his body. He leans over Jongdae's back, taking small bits of his flesh between his teeth, before sucking and licking and kissing the slight bruises, then moving on to make more. He falls forward to reach Jongdae's mouth with his own, throwing his weight on top of his mate, both of them collapsing to the mattress with a mutual grunt. He plunges in and out once, twice more, before pulling his cock free of his mate's body, and flipping him over.
“Need to kiss you,” he explains breathlessly, tucking his shoulders under Jongdae's knees and folding his body in half before diving inside his ass with his cock, and his mouth with his tongue. One, two, three thrusts in, and his knot begins to swell inside of Jongdae, stretching him centimeter by centimeter.
Jongdae had always expected the knotting to be painful, no matter what anyone had told him to the contrary. Surprisingly, though, his walls are elastic. His wolf's body was meant to take the knot, and it opens to accommodate his mate's swelling diameter, making him feel full, and euphoric, and complete. He drops his legs from Sehun's shoulders, and slips his feet under the blond's arms so that he can wrap himself around his mate's waist, urging his shallow thrusts to go faster with his heels against Sehun's ass.
Their mouths finally end the frantic clash of teeth, tongues, and lips, and Sehun supports himself on his left hand, his body hovering over Jongdae's, as he reaches down and takes Jongdae's cock into the tightness of his fist. “Come with me,” he demands, his eyes sparking silver, seemingly lit from within with supernatural light.
That's all Jongdae needs to release the coiling pressure in his belly, as his entire body clenches with physical pleasure. His cock erupts in Sehun's hand just as the blond boy releases into his body, both of them shaking with the intensity of their mutual climax. Without warning, Sehun opens his mouth and bites Jongdae's shoulder, and he feels like he could explode from the emotions running through him like a raging tidal wave. The ecstasy of their joining is overwhelming, but is nothing compared to the connection, the feeling of belonging, the passion, affection, and love he feels for this boy that he only met a couple of hours ago. The feeling of forever.
Jongdae comes to his senses to the gentle sucking of Sehun's mouth against his wounded neck, and the muffled noises of contentment in his throat. He laps at his own mark on Sehun's neck, now mostly healed, but still sensitive enough to cause a shiver to race down the blond's spine. The shuddering motion allows Sehun's softened cock to slip out of Jongdae's body, giving Jongdae a shiver of his own.
“Hi,” Sehun raises his head, smiling sweetly with blood-slicked lips.
The dark-haired boy smiles back, wrapping his arms tightly around the blond's shoulders and sighing in contentment. “Hey,” he whispers, tilting his head to lick away his own blood from his mate's lips before melding their mouths together. They separate after several minutes of tender kissing, staring dreamily into each other's deep brown eyes.
“That was amazing,” Jongdae says quietly. “Now I guess I believe all the mating hype.”
“Yeah.”
“We've got a lot to talk about, I think,” Jongdae yawns, then chuckles. “But right now I just want a shower and to sleep. And to change these gross sheets. Why couldn't they have had a third bed?”
“Right?” Sehun agrees, catching his mate's yawn. “Bathroom's right there,” he points. “You go start the shower, and I'll change the bed - I know where they keep the extras.”
“Join me when you're done?” Jongdae questions, kissing his mate's lips softly.
“Absolutely,” he whispers against his lover's mouth. “I'll hurry.”
~*~
After washing each other in a warm shower, then drying themselves with fluffy towels, the mates walk hand-in-hand back to the freshly changed bed. The fall in together, pulling the sheets up to their shoulders and snuggling with both of their damp heads sharing one pillow, their hands entwined between their chests.
“I know this is weird since we just met tonight,” Jongdae says in a hushed voice, staring into his lover's sleepy eyes, “but I think I love you already.”
“Me, too,” Sehun replies, just as softly. “Love you.”
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(*⌒∇⌒*)
The lovers lie on the pillows facing one another, quietly looking into one another's eyes with small smiles on both of their faces. “Hi,” Jongdae whispers, the corners of his mouth curling up like a kitten's. A pale hand reaches up to trace the outline of his red, kiss-swollen lips.
“Hi, yourself,” Sehun rumbles, as his fingers trace from his mate's lips to his cheekbone, to his sharp jaw.
“You okay? Did I hurt you?”
"Huh uh," Sehun shakes his head, “It kinda hurt a little at first, but then after a couple minutes, I don't know, it just felt right. Mind blowing, actually.” The blond turns his head into the pillow and blushes. “God, that's so lame.”
With his face buried, Sehun's neck is exposed, and Jongdae takes a good look at his mark for the first time. The individual shapes of his teeth are perfectly indented into the broken, white skin of his mate, and the blood is still sluggishly trickling, painting streaks of red on his throat.
Jongdae raises himself on the arm he's been lying on, drawn towards his mark. “I'm sorry about this, though,” Jongdae breathes as he hovers over Sehun, his breath ghosting over the wound. “It looks painful.”
Touching his tongue to a pale collarbone, he drags it upwards, lapping at the spilled blood, and leaving smooth, white skin in his path. He lick, lick, licks all the way around the punctures, never quite touching them with more than his hot breath, as Sehun squirms beneath him, making quiet, throaty noises of pleasure. He finally opens his mouth fully, and engulfs the wound, suckling at the open skin, encouraging the slowing blood to flow into his mouth.
“Fuuuuuck!” Sehun groans, forcefully pulling Jongdae's body on top of his own, and dragging his fingernails down his back before clutching at his ass to grind their lower bodies together. “Oh dear God!”
Jongdae's legs fall open, straddling his mate's body as he continues sucking at his bloody neck. He scrapes his teeth over the wound to reopen it, causing Sehun to gasp and his body to shudder violently. “Sorry,” Jongdae whispers against his throat. “Done with wolf. Wanna be a vampire, now.”
“Going all Twilight on me?” Sehun chuckles breathlessly, arching his neck and rocking his hips upward.
Jongdae nods, his slick red lips still moving against Sehun's neck as the boy thrusts wildly against him. He can hear his mate's panting breath against his ear, and feel his chest heaving beneath him as his hands clutch and grip at his ass, his thighs, his arms, frantically grabbing on wherever he can reach. Jongdae raises his hips as he sucks harder, his right hand sliding down between their bodies and grasping Sehun's cock, guiding it lower, pushing it behind his own body to slip against his crack. He raises and lowers himself once, twice, before a growl tears from low in his mate's throat.
Lifting his head, he looks down at his mate whose eyes are closed and mouth hanging open, his face twisted in ecstasy. Slowly, his eyes open, pupils blown wide, ringed in pure silver.
“You said I could claim you tomorrow,” Sehun rumbles. “Tomorrow starts now.”
“Okay,” Jongdae exhales, leaning down to swipe his tongue against the teeth marks on Sehun's neck one last time.
“All fours,” the blond grunts. He watches with his silver eyes narrowed, licking his lips as his mate crawls over to the empty side of the bed. He rolls his own body onto his side, raising his head to cradle in his hand, leaning on his elbow.
“Is this how you want me?” Jongdae purrs, teasingly wiggling his ass.
“God, yes,” Sehun hisses, leaning the slight distance to reach his free hand to the brown-haired boy's nape, and stroking slowly down his backbone, his fingers lightly caressing each peak and dip of his vertebrae. Jongdae closes his eyes and arches his back, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as those long, white fingers trail lower and lower, leaving goose bumps in their wake.
Sehun raises himself to move behind his mate, nudging Jongdae's legs apart with his knees so that he can kneel between them. Large hands stroke the thick flesh of the older boy's hips, spreading them apart to expose the hidden pucker between. Jongdae gasps, his body shuddering at the first tentative stroke of the blond's thumb over his entrance.
“Thought you'd done this before,” the younger whispers, pressing his forehead to the skin of Jongdae's back, his tongue darting out to taste the salt of his sweat.
“Yeah,” Jongdae breathes, “been a long time, though. And it didn't matter then. Wasn't my mate.” He cants backwards on his knees to press his ass against Sehun's cock. “Wasn't you.”
“Gonna lose it before I even get inside you,” Sehun groans, nuzzling the side of his face against Jongdae's back as he slides his arousal between his mate's parted thighs. The tip of his cock smears pre-come over Jongdae's tight balls, and he grips the older boy's hips so hard he's sure there will be bruises in the shape of his fingers by morning.
“God, hurry the fuck up!” Balancing himself on one elbow, Jongdae stretches across the bed for the giant bottle of lube, batting it into Sehun's reach. The blond takes a shuddering breath and sits back on his heels, settling the bottle upright on the mattress so that he can pump the slippery gel onto his fingers. His wolf is so close to the surface that his heightened sense of smell catches an almost sickeningly sweet aroma, causing him to sniff the gel, before gingerly licking a tiny bit of it off of his index finger. He snorts, “it's apple pie flavored! Those perverts!”
“What?!” Jongdae barks, “that's like the least sexy flavor in the world!”
The humor of the situation somewhat eases the sexual tension, as both chuckle over the absurdity of cinnamon apple lube. Sehun takes a deep breath and raises back up onto his knees, steadying himself with his left hand on Jongdae's hip. “Okay,” he says under his breath, his fingers trembling slightly as he begins to rub the sweet, slippery substance around the ring of tight muscle, only circling, not yet ready to breech it. “Again...never done this before. I swear to God I'll try not to hurt you.”
“I'm fine,” Jongdae whispers, “you won't. I trust you.”
That's enough to steel Sehun's nerves as he finally presses forward with his middle finger, watching in awe as his mate's body engulfs it. Slowly, he draws his finger almost all of the way out, before just as slowly pushing back in. His speed increases with each slide of in, out, in, out, in, out, until Jongdae is writhing and panting with need of more. He adds his index finger, then his ring finger almost immediately after, twisting his wrist back and forth, spiraling the motion of his fingers as they plunge into Jongdae's heat.
The dark-haired wolf is nearly sobbing with need. “Enough!” he pants, “Just...now!” He is so far gone that he can't even put words together in his maddened state.
Sehun withdraws his fingers, drawing a deep whimper from Jongdae's throat. The fragrance of the lube is still heavy in the air, filling his nose with its enticing warm scent. He leans down and tentatively touches his tongue to the puckered skin, tasting the wetness and spice. Jongdae wails at the erotic touch, his hips involuntarily pushing backwards as Sehun becomes bolder, flattening his tongue and lapping at the flavor. He sucks at his mate's entrance, lips making filthy squelching sounds and debauched moans escaping his mouth as Jongdae wriggles against him.
Pulling away, he pumps more of the flavored lube onto his fingers, delving back inside the quivering hole to be sure it is slick enough, not wanting to hurt Jongdae when he finally enters him.
“Ready or not...” Sehun rasps, slicking his cock with his still wet hand. With no further warning, he pushes his long, hard cock fully inside of Jongdae in one forceful thrust, making the brown-haired boy howl with pleasure. The blond begins thrusting erratically, no grace or rhythm that would be expected of a dancer, excitement and lust taking control of his body. He leans over Jongdae's back, taking small bits of his flesh between his teeth, before sucking and licking and kissing the slight bruises, then moving on to make more. He falls forward to reach Jongdae's mouth with his own, throwing his weight on top of his mate, both of them collapsing to the mattress with a mutual grunt. He plunges in and out once, twice more, before pulling his cock free of his mate's body, and flipping him over.
“Need to kiss you,” he explains breathlessly, tucking his shoulders under Jongdae's knees and folding his body in half before diving inside his ass with his cock, and his mouth with his tongue. One, two, three thrusts in, and his knot begins to swell inside of Jongdae, stretching him centimeter by centimeter.
Jongdae had always expected the knotting to be painful, no matter what anyone had told him to the contrary. Surprisingly, though, his walls are elastic. His wolf's body was meant to take the knot, and it opens to accommodate his mate's swelling diameter, making him feel full, and euphoric, and complete. He drops his legs from Sehun's shoulders, and slips his feet under the blond's arms so that he can wrap himself around his mate's waist, urging his shallow thrusts to go faster with his heels against Sehun's ass.
Their mouths finally end the frantic clash of teeth, tongues, and lips, and Sehun supports himself on his left hand, his body hovering over Jongdae's, as he reaches down and takes Jongdae's cock into the tightness of his fist. “Come with me,” he demands, his eyes sparking silver, seemingly lit from within with supernatural light.
That's all Jongdae needs to release the coiling pressure in his belly, as his entire body clenches with physical pleasure. His cock erupts in Sehun's hand just as the blond boy releases into his body, both of them shaking with the intensity of their mutual climax. Without warning, Sehun opens his mouth and bites Jongdae's shoulder, and he feels like he could explode from the emotions running through him like a raging tidal wave. The ecstasy of their joining is overwhelming, but is nothing compared to the connection, the feeling of belonging, the passion, affection, and love he feels for this boy that he only met a couple of hours ago. The feeling of forever.
Jongdae comes to his senses to the gentle sucking of Sehun's mouth against his wounded neck, and the muffled noises of contentment in his throat. He laps at his own mark on Sehun's neck, now mostly healed, but still sensitive enough to cause a shiver to race down the blond's spine. The shuddering motion allows Sehun's softened cock to slip out of Jongdae's body, giving Jongdae a shiver of his own.
“Hi,” Sehun raises his head, smiling sweetly with blood-slicked lips.
The dark-haired boy smiles back, wrapping his arms tightly around the blond's shoulders and sighing in contentment. “Hey,” he whispers, tilting his head to lick away his own blood from his mate's lips before melding their mouths together. They separate after several minutes of tender kissing, staring dreamily into each other's deep brown eyes.
“That was amazing,” Jongdae says quietly. “Now I guess I believe all the mating hype.”
“Yeah.”
“We've got a lot to talk about, I think,” Jongdae yawns, then chuckles. “But right now I just want a shower and to sleep. And to change these gross sheets. Why couldn't they have had a third bed?”
“Right?” Sehun agrees, catching his mate's yawn. “Bathroom's right there,” he points. “You go start the shower, and I'll change the bed - I know where they keep the extras.”
“Join me when you're done?” Jongdae questions, kissing his mate's lips softly.
“Absolutely,” he whispers against his lover's mouth. “I'll hurry.”
~*~
After washing each other in a warm shower, then drying themselves with fluffy towels, the mates walk hand-in-hand back to the freshly changed bed. The fall in together, pulling the sheets up to their shoulders and snuggling with both of their damp heads sharing one pillow, their hands entwined between their chests.
“I know this is weird since we just met tonight,” Jongdae says in a hushed voice, staring into his lover's sleepy eyes, “but I think I love you already.”
“Me, too,” Sehun replies, just as softly. “Love you.”
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