海葵
Prompt # 65
Title: 海葵
Pairing: sehun/zitao
Length: 2912 words
Rating: nc-17
Warning: underage (consensual, safe) sex
Summary: fragile things, like love, are beautiful.
Author's Note: i decided to write this in lapslock because it seemed appropriate for the subject matter. originally written for taobeis ao3
there's a 65 on zitao's jacket, flashing in and out of the shadows of the windows as he walks down the school hallway, passing the line of open doorways to classrooms before he fades around the corner. sehun smiles, the kiss still burning on his cheek like a memory and a promise to come.
"tonight," zitao had whispered in his ear, before turning away, fingers grazing over the skin of his forearm, leaving lines of fire. sehun had felt both nervous, like a bad case of stage fright, and yet full of something like joy.
there's still a knot in his stomach, expectancy, as he tries to finish his maths homework in the library, but his eyes keep wandering to the door and the hallway stretching beyond. when he looks down at his notebook, he's written someone's name instead of the number's he's supposed to be calculating.
how, sehun wonders, did i ever calculate the answer to your heart?
zitao's parents aren't home; they're always travelling, it's nothing new, and sehun spends half of his time at zitao's house anyway. his parents joke about making appointments to see their son.
"fifth form and you've already moved out of the house," his mum always teases; sehun only scowls and pretends to make a face because he's only just sixteen, but it's okay.
his parents gave him the talk two years ago and there's always been a pack of condoms and lube in his bedroom's bathroom cabinet, "not," his mum said, when she gave them to him, "that we're encouraging you to engage in sexual behaviour-" sehun had groaned, red-faced with embarrassment and squirming with the desire to leave the room and never stop running-"but we love you and want you to be safe no matter what, okay?" then she had given him a hug before ruffling his hair and leaving for her workshop.
sehun had been embarrassed, and he's still embarrassed whenever he thinks about the contents of his bathroom cabinet, and he's a little embarrassed now, the condoms and lube burning a mental hole in the front pocket of his backpack after he swings by his house to pick them up. he's just glad his mum is busy in her workshop, from the sounds of it she's sanding a table or something and won't hear him at all, and his dad is busy in the garden with headphones cranked to eurythmics.
zitao's parents aren't home and he answers the door on the eighth knock as usual, because eight is good luck he always says, and sehun pokes him for being superstitious, but secretly thinks it's cute.
zitao opens the door like he always does and everything is the same as always and yet it's completely different. zitao seems. . .more there somehow, or maybe it's just sehun being hyper aware. zitao's hair is so black, his skin is so smooth, his lips, bottom one shining slightly from where he must have just flicked his tongue over the pink surface, are too lush, right now, in the light of the late afternoon sun. sehun feels his heart in his chest skip a beat.
"hi," zitao says awkwardly, eyes flicking to sehun's mouth and then away, darting towards the front garden, and sehun realizes that zitao is as nervous as he is. it makes him braver somehow. there's a glow in his chest.
"hi," sehun replies, and it's awkward but that's okay.
sehun knows they're going to end up in the bedroom but they somehow wander into the kitchen anyway, because he's marginally thirsty from walking over and zitao's dad makes the best homemade grape juice ever. they sit at the counter on the chrome bar stools and kick their heels against the metal and it feels like any other day, except there's an extra buzz, an undercurrent of anticipation, smoothing over the strange awkwardness. sehun and zitao don't do awkward, they've been boyfriends since fourth form and best friends for years. it's only when zitao sets down his drained glass, licking his lips, that sehun realizes his mistake.
zitao's mouth is tinted purple and sehun knows that if he kisses him right now, it will taste like summer. he wants to kiss him.
"do you want to go upstairs?" zitao asks, noticing the expression on sehun's face. sehun doesn't want to know what he looks like right now-probably like he wants to jump zitao right in the kitchen or something-but he nods. zitao has asked this question so many times before and sehun has assumed the answer without being asked even more times, but today is different.
he swings his backpack over his arm before following zitao up the stairs, bare feet smooth on the silky wood steps, and then sinking into the soft pile of the carpeted hallway to the bedroom door, stepping in before zitao turns and closes it. the door shuts with a soft click.
now, the door seems to be saying, and sehun is just swinging his bag off his shoulder when zitao steps toward him, just one step, but sehun leans against the wood of the door and breathes. zitao takes another step and presses his mouth to sehun's, one hand coming up to support himself against the door and the other to gently hold sehun's chin. his mouth tastes like summer. sehun feels his heart fluttering. they've kissed so many times before but this is different, his cock stiffening in his pants almost right away, and he can feel zitao rubbing against him and-
zitao pulls back-too soon!-sehun wants to complain but he's out of breath because he can't remember how, blinking as zitao looks at him. he looks a little unsure, like he doesn't know what to do next, but sehun is already so hard, he swallows and gently pushes zitao backwards towards the bed, until his knees are leaning against the mattress.
there's a breath before sehun presses zitao gently down onto the sheets and climbs up to hover over him, leaning down so their mouths meet again. this isn't anything new either, they've made out on the bed before countless times, between homework sheets, graphite stained fingers smudging the skin of each other's face and dipping down along chests, running along waistlines, but never dipping beneath the belt. but this time is different.
this time sehun laps at zitao's mouth, tongue running around his teeth, tasting his moans, and zitao slips his fingers down sehun's pants, fingers hesitant at first, even though they've both agreed to this, asked for it, and sehun blinks his eyes open, meeting zitao's. they're far too close, he can barely focus, but he shouts it anyway, yes, yes yes.
zitao's fingers venture further, steadier now, and cup sehun's dick, so hard and sehun shudders at the touch. he needs more, bucking into zitao's hands, he can't help it, past embarrassment, as zitao keeps kissing him, running his fingers over the skin and then he presses his thumb gently into the slit of sehun's cock and he can't help it anyone, he groans into zitao's mouth because it's so much, much, much as he pulls away.
zitao blinks up at him, the expression on his face strangely bereft, and it's so cute sehun laughs to smooth the sudden awkwardness.
"why did you do that?" zitao asks, and he's pouting, sehun can't believe it.
"i'm not going to last if you keep doing that," he says, poking zitao to cover up his embarrassment as he starts to take off his clothes.
"what are you doing?" zitao asks.
"taking off my clothes," sehun says, zitao rolls his eyes but pulls off his own shirt and shucks off his jeans, until they're both sitting naked on the bed and it's awkward all over again.
"how do you want to do this?" sehun asks, because zitao looks too happy drinking in the sight of sehun, all soft skin and flushed cock curled up to his stomach, the head glistening with precome and he feels self-conscious except it's zitao except that's why he's self-conscious. sehun shakes his head, he can't even figure his own self out sometimes.
"i got some condoms and lube," zitao gestures towards the nightstand, and sehun thinks about the stuff he has in his backpack.
"i have some too," he says, and they both grin awkwardly, affectionately, knees bumping against each other, and sehun can't stop from looking at zitao. he wants to do a lot of things and he doesn't even know where to start, or how to start.
"i guess we should decide. . .um. . .yeah," zitao says, and his cheeks flush pink. sehun knows what he's thinking, because they're like that.
"what do you want to do?" he asks, and they haven't really discussed this part, but now that they're here sehun just wants zitao so completely-
"i want to do everything," zitao says sheepishly, and sehun laughs because that's what he wants to do too.
"can you do me this time?" sehun asks, because he doesn't think he'll be able to stop if it's the other way around. zitao nods, but he looks nervous. "it's okay," sehun says, "i trust you." and he does. zitao is the one who got bullied in primary school but still stood between the other students and sehun when they decided to pick on him one time. zitao will never hurt him.
but neither of them have done this before, sehun giggling a little out of nerves as he cracks open the lube, helps zitao coat his fingers before lying back on the bed, knees up and legs spread, watching zitao move forward, lowering his fingers and then running them tentatively around the pucker of skin-even sehun isn't expecting the feeling that he can't describe as zitao gently pushes a finger through the ring of muscle-it's both the best thing and he needs so much more but the sensation is almost too much and he both wants to pull away and press forward as zitao pushes his finger further in.
"you're so pretty," zitao says, and it's weird because he knows what part of him zitao is talking about and yet it feels exactly right. the stretch stings a little, tears budding in the corners of his eyes which he only blinks away, reaches down to tangle his fingers with zitao's, who squeezes them reassuringly.
i love you.
they wait a moment for sehun to get used to the feeling before zitao starts to slowly move the finger around, exploring inside sehun and he's slowly getting used to the feeling, so full and it still hurts a little but zitao is so gentle and strokes the soft wet folds inside, running his fingertip over the surface in an intimate exploration.
"you can do another one," sehun manages to say, trying not to make it a moan when when zitao's fingernail grazes just slightly over a spot, it's like all his muscles decide to contract at once and sehun can't help it, he makes the most awkward sounding groan but it feels so good-as if reassured, zitao starts slowly pushing in a second finger, the lube chilly against sehun's skin. the stretch his time is definitely a little painful, he tries to breathe around the feeling and zitao leans forward to suck the uncomfortable sounds out of his mouth, distracting sehun from the discomfort as the second finger slips in, still for a moment as sehun gets used to the intrusion. zitao slowly begins to scissor his fingers, gently stretching and sehun feels so, so much, practically quivering as fingertips brush over the spongy bundle of nerves that sends lines of fire directly up his spine to his head, his fingertips vibrating, his cock twitching against his stomach as the third finger slowly slips in.
when sehun is okay with them, wishing they would never stop and yet he knows they're not done yet, zitao pulls his fingers slowly out and sehun feels strangely empty.
"come on," he breathes, and zitao looks at him, face flushed and he's chewing his bottom lip and sehun eyes his cock, so hard and he feels embarrassed, all of a sudden, at how much he wants it in him. "please," he says, and he doesn't even care, reaching out with his free hand for zitao's dick and zitao shudders as sehun's fingers stroke the skin but he moves away and sehun blinks.
"we. . .need a condom," zitao says, and sehun can't believe he was so thirsty for zitao's dick that he just tried grab it. he blinks, cheeks flushed more than they already are. pink layering over pink.
"oh." he watches zitao fumble around in the nightstand before pulling out a small foil-wrapped package, and then it takes forever to open because zitao's fingers are coated with lube-those fingers were inside me- sehun thinks, and it's both kind of gross and yet incredibly hot. but zitao is getting more and more frustrated and finally sehun pushes forward onto his hands and knees and fetches another condom himself, tearing it open on the first try.
"you suck," zitao says, pouting.
"next time," sehun laughs, and laughs even harder at zitao's scandalized and yet turned-on expression, his dick bouncing against his stomach and zitao takes the condom from him and pulls it down over his dick, sehun composing himself enough to help slick it up with more lube, they're probably using too much but sehun doesn't feel bad at all because he's pretty sure it's going to hurt, at least at first.
and it does hurt.
zitao starts by resting the tip of his cock against sehun's lube-slick and finger-loosened entrance, breathing and then ever so slowly pushing in, and it does hurt like he thought. the stretch burns dully, even though zitao stretched him so well, because fingers just aren't the same, and zitao stops, looking at his face in concern.
"do you want to stop?" he asks. "or i can. . ."
sehun doesn't even think about it, "no. just give me a second." zitao gives him more than that, busying himself with sucking sehun's collarbones which he knows is one of sehun's favourite things and sehun is feeling so full, so. . .there are so many sensations and when zitao resumes the slide back in, not before sehun pressed himself upwards, his mouth busy but trying to tell zitao, now, he can't control his arm, jerking because of the fullness that's threatening to overwhelm him, the burn that's turning into something else in his cloudy head, mouth reaching up for zitao's lips and he accidentally clips zitao in the face.
"ouch!" zitao says, blinking, and stops moving as sehun squirms with embarrassment, tongue tangling as he tries to find the words-
"i'm so sorry are you okay?' he searches zitao's expression for pain but zitao's eyes go from concern to confusion to a kind of intense gaze as he captures sehun's glance and holds it, noses barely touching as he slides all of the way into sehun.
it's both the strangest and yet best thing sehun's ever felt, the burn is still there but they're giving him time to adjust and the wonderful fullness is overwhelming his brain as his body tries to catch up, he likes it so much that his body hasn't figured it out yet.
and then zitao leans down again to suck at sehun's bottom lip, catching it between his teeth, and sehun gasps, hips flexing up and moving around zitao and he can't muffle the moan escaping from his throat, not that he even wants to, as zitao begins moving, head catching over the rim and slipping in to hit that spot exactly-soon there's no burn at all, or none that he can feel at least because it just feel so good sehun can't even think, zitao moving, thrusting down, and sehun meeting his strokes, there's a glowing tightness pooling in his stomach and then zitao reaches forward to take sehun's cock in his hand, fingers gentle as he strokes the skin, squeezes, dips a finger to press at the slit and all of a sudden sehun is coming all over his stomach, some come adventurous enough to hit zitao on the bottom of the chin.
zitao pulls out-sehun winces slightly from overstimulation- even though he hasn't come yet, and sehun and he both look down at his cock, still hard.
even though sehun is still hung up on the afterglow it's kind of awkward.
"can i?" sehun asks, reaching forwards after catching his breath, and zitao nods as sehun wraps his fingers around his dick. zitao is so hard and most of the way there that it only takes a few strokes before he's coming into the condom, sehun watches in fascination as come fills the top, as Zitao looks away.
"stop it," he says, but there's a grin lurking in the corner of his mouth as sehun peels off the condom, pressing a tiny kiss to the top of zitao's dick before attempting to tie off the condom.
his fingers are sticky and he only manages to fumble it as it slips between his fingers and lands on the sweat-sticky sheets, leaking.
"oops," sehun says, and looks up at zitao who's looking affectionately annoyed.
"that's my bed," he says, and they spend the rest of the afternoon doing laundry and homework and distracting each other from maths and problem sets by whispering all the things they'll do next time.
"he touches you, like a prayer for
which no words exist, and you feel your
heart taking root in your body, like
you've discovered something you
don't even have a name for."
-excerpt from you are jeff by richard siken
Title: 海葵
Pairing: sehun/zitao
Length: 2912 words
Rating: nc-17
Warning: underage (consensual, safe) sex
Summary: fragile things, like love, are beautiful.
Author's Note: i decided to write this in lapslock because it seemed appropriate for the subject matter. originally written for taobeis ao3
there's a 65 on zitao's jacket, flashing in and out of the shadows of the windows as he walks down the school hallway, passing the line of open doorways to classrooms before he fades around the corner. sehun smiles, the kiss still burning on his cheek like a memory and a promise to come.
"tonight," zitao had whispered in his ear, before turning away, fingers grazing over the skin of his forearm, leaving lines of fire. sehun had felt both nervous, like a bad case of stage fright, and yet full of something like joy.
there's still a knot in his stomach, expectancy, as he tries to finish his maths homework in the library, but his eyes keep wandering to the door and the hallway stretching beyond. when he looks down at his notebook, he's written someone's name instead of the number's he's supposed to be calculating.
how, sehun wonders, did i ever calculate the answer to your heart?
zitao's parents aren't home; they're always travelling, it's nothing new, and sehun spends half of his time at zitao's house anyway. his parents joke about making appointments to see their son.
"fifth form and you've already moved out of the house," his mum always teases; sehun only scowls and pretends to make a face because he's only just sixteen, but it's okay.
his parents gave him the talk two years ago and there's always been a pack of condoms and lube in his bedroom's bathroom cabinet, "not," his mum said, when she gave them to him, "that we're encouraging you to engage in sexual behaviour-" sehun had groaned, red-faced with embarrassment and squirming with the desire to leave the room and never stop running-"but we love you and want you to be safe no matter what, okay?" then she had given him a hug before ruffling his hair and leaving for her workshop.
sehun had been embarrassed, and he's still embarrassed whenever he thinks about the contents of his bathroom cabinet, and he's a little embarrassed now, the condoms and lube burning a mental hole in the front pocket of his backpack after he swings by his house to pick them up. he's just glad his mum is busy in her workshop, from the sounds of it she's sanding a table or something and won't hear him at all, and his dad is busy in the garden with headphones cranked to eurythmics.
zitao's parents aren't home and he answers the door on the eighth knock as usual, because eight is good luck he always says, and sehun pokes him for being superstitious, but secretly thinks it's cute.
zitao opens the door like he always does and everything is the same as always and yet it's completely different. zitao seems. . .more there somehow, or maybe it's just sehun being hyper aware. zitao's hair is so black, his skin is so smooth, his lips, bottom one shining slightly from where he must have just flicked his tongue over the pink surface, are too lush, right now, in the light of the late afternoon sun. sehun feels his heart in his chest skip a beat.
"hi," zitao says awkwardly, eyes flicking to sehun's mouth and then away, darting towards the front garden, and sehun realizes that zitao is as nervous as he is. it makes him braver somehow. there's a glow in his chest.
"hi," sehun replies, and it's awkward but that's okay.
sehun knows they're going to end up in the bedroom but they somehow wander into the kitchen anyway, because he's marginally thirsty from walking over and zitao's dad makes the best homemade grape juice ever. they sit at the counter on the chrome bar stools and kick their heels against the metal and it feels like any other day, except there's an extra buzz, an undercurrent of anticipation, smoothing over the strange awkwardness. sehun and zitao don't do awkward, they've been boyfriends since fourth form and best friends for years. it's only when zitao sets down his drained glass, licking his lips, that sehun realizes his mistake.
zitao's mouth is tinted purple and sehun knows that if he kisses him right now, it will taste like summer. he wants to kiss him.
"do you want to go upstairs?" zitao asks, noticing the expression on sehun's face. sehun doesn't want to know what he looks like right now-probably like he wants to jump zitao right in the kitchen or something-but he nods. zitao has asked this question so many times before and sehun has assumed the answer without being asked even more times, but today is different.
he swings his backpack over his arm before following zitao up the stairs, bare feet smooth on the silky wood steps, and then sinking into the soft pile of the carpeted hallway to the bedroom door, stepping in before zitao turns and closes it. the door shuts with a soft click.
now, the door seems to be saying, and sehun is just swinging his bag off his shoulder when zitao steps toward him, just one step, but sehun leans against the wood of the door and breathes. zitao takes another step and presses his mouth to sehun's, one hand coming up to support himself against the door and the other to gently hold sehun's chin. his mouth tastes like summer. sehun feels his heart fluttering. they've kissed so many times before but this is different, his cock stiffening in his pants almost right away, and he can feel zitao rubbing against him and-
zitao pulls back-too soon!-sehun wants to complain but he's out of breath because he can't remember how, blinking as zitao looks at him. he looks a little unsure, like he doesn't know what to do next, but sehun is already so hard, he swallows and gently pushes zitao backwards towards the bed, until his knees are leaning against the mattress.
there's a breath before sehun presses zitao gently down onto the sheets and climbs up to hover over him, leaning down so their mouths meet again. this isn't anything new either, they've made out on the bed before countless times, between homework sheets, graphite stained fingers smudging the skin of each other's face and dipping down along chests, running along waistlines, but never dipping beneath the belt. but this time is different.
this time sehun laps at zitao's mouth, tongue running around his teeth, tasting his moans, and zitao slips his fingers down sehun's pants, fingers hesitant at first, even though they've both agreed to this, asked for it, and sehun blinks his eyes open, meeting zitao's. they're far too close, he can barely focus, but he shouts it anyway, yes, yes yes.
zitao's fingers venture further, steadier now, and cup sehun's dick, so hard and sehun shudders at the touch. he needs more, bucking into zitao's hands, he can't help it, past embarrassment, as zitao keeps kissing him, running his fingers over the skin and then he presses his thumb gently into the slit of sehun's cock and he can't help it anyone, he groans into zitao's mouth because it's so much, much, much as he pulls away.
zitao blinks up at him, the expression on his face strangely bereft, and it's so cute sehun laughs to smooth the sudden awkwardness.
"why did you do that?" zitao asks, and he's pouting, sehun can't believe it.
"i'm not going to last if you keep doing that," he says, poking zitao to cover up his embarrassment as he starts to take off his clothes.
"what are you doing?" zitao asks.
"taking off my clothes," sehun says, zitao rolls his eyes but pulls off his own shirt and shucks off his jeans, until they're both sitting naked on the bed and it's awkward all over again.
"how do you want to do this?" sehun asks, because zitao looks too happy drinking in the sight of sehun, all soft skin and flushed cock curled up to his stomach, the head glistening with precome and he feels self-conscious except it's zitao except that's why he's self-conscious. sehun shakes his head, he can't even figure his own self out sometimes.
"i got some condoms and lube," zitao gestures towards the nightstand, and sehun thinks about the stuff he has in his backpack.
"i have some too," he says, and they both grin awkwardly, affectionately, knees bumping against each other, and sehun can't stop from looking at zitao. he wants to do a lot of things and he doesn't even know where to start, or how to start.
"i guess we should decide. . .um. . .yeah," zitao says, and his cheeks flush pink. sehun knows what he's thinking, because they're like that.
"what do you want to do?" he asks, and they haven't really discussed this part, but now that they're here sehun just wants zitao so completely-
"i want to do everything," zitao says sheepishly, and sehun laughs because that's what he wants to do too.
"can you do me this time?" sehun asks, because he doesn't think he'll be able to stop if it's the other way around. zitao nods, but he looks nervous. "it's okay," sehun says, "i trust you." and he does. zitao is the one who got bullied in primary school but still stood between the other students and sehun when they decided to pick on him one time. zitao will never hurt him.
but neither of them have done this before, sehun giggling a little out of nerves as he cracks open the lube, helps zitao coat his fingers before lying back on the bed, knees up and legs spread, watching zitao move forward, lowering his fingers and then running them tentatively around the pucker of skin-even sehun isn't expecting the feeling that he can't describe as zitao gently pushes a finger through the ring of muscle-it's both the best thing and he needs so much more but the sensation is almost too much and he both wants to pull away and press forward as zitao pushes his finger further in.
"you're so pretty," zitao says, and it's weird because he knows what part of him zitao is talking about and yet it feels exactly right. the stretch stings a little, tears budding in the corners of his eyes which he only blinks away, reaches down to tangle his fingers with zitao's, who squeezes them reassuringly.
i love you.
they wait a moment for sehun to get used to the feeling before zitao starts to slowly move the finger around, exploring inside sehun and he's slowly getting used to the feeling, so full and it still hurts a little but zitao is so gentle and strokes the soft wet folds inside, running his fingertip over the surface in an intimate exploration.
"you can do another one," sehun manages to say, trying not to make it a moan when when zitao's fingernail grazes just slightly over a spot, it's like all his muscles decide to contract at once and sehun can't help it, he makes the most awkward sounding groan but it feels so good-as if reassured, zitao starts slowly pushing in a second finger, the lube chilly against sehun's skin. the stretch his time is definitely a little painful, he tries to breathe around the feeling and zitao leans forward to suck the uncomfortable sounds out of his mouth, distracting sehun from the discomfort as the second finger slips in, still for a moment as sehun gets used to the intrusion. zitao slowly begins to scissor his fingers, gently stretching and sehun feels so, so much, practically quivering as fingertips brush over the spongy bundle of nerves that sends lines of fire directly up his spine to his head, his fingertips vibrating, his cock twitching against his stomach as the third finger slowly slips in.
when sehun is okay with them, wishing they would never stop and yet he knows they're not done yet, zitao pulls his fingers slowly out and sehun feels strangely empty.
"come on," he breathes, and zitao looks at him, face flushed and he's chewing his bottom lip and sehun eyes his cock, so hard and he feels embarrassed, all of a sudden, at how much he wants it in him. "please," he says, and he doesn't even care, reaching out with his free hand for zitao's dick and zitao shudders as sehun's fingers stroke the skin but he moves away and sehun blinks.
"we. . .need a condom," zitao says, and sehun can't believe he was so thirsty for zitao's dick that he just tried grab it. he blinks, cheeks flushed more than they already are. pink layering over pink.
"oh." he watches zitao fumble around in the nightstand before pulling out a small foil-wrapped package, and then it takes forever to open because zitao's fingers are coated with lube-those fingers were inside me- sehun thinks, and it's both kind of gross and yet incredibly hot. but zitao is getting more and more frustrated and finally sehun pushes forward onto his hands and knees and fetches another condom himself, tearing it open on the first try.
"you suck," zitao says, pouting.
"next time," sehun laughs, and laughs even harder at zitao's scandalized and yet turned-on expression, his dick bouncing against his stomach and zitao takes the condom from him and pulls it down over his dick, sehun composing himself enough to help slick it up with more lube, they're probably using too much but sehun doesn't feel bad at all because he's pretty sure it's going to hurt, at least at first.
and it does hurt.
zitao starts by resting the tip of his cock against sehun's lube-slick and finger-loosened entrance, breathing and then ever so slowly pushing in, and it does hurt like he thought. the stretch burns dully, even though zitao stretched him so well, because fingers just aren't the same, and zitao stops, looking at his face in concern.
"do you want to stop?" he asks. "or i can. . ."
sehun doesn't even think about it, "no. just give me a second." zitao gives him more than that, busying himself with sucking sehun's collarbones which he knows is one of sehun's favourite things and sehun is feeling so full, so. . .there are so many sensations and when zitao resumes the slide back in, not before sehun pressed himself upwards, his mouth busy but trying to tell zitao, now, he can't control his arm, jerking because of the fullness that's threatening to overwhelm him, the burn that's turning into something else in his cloudy head, mouth reaching up for zitao's lips and he accidentally clips zitao in the face.
"ouch!" zitao says, blinking, and stops moving as sehun squirms with embarrassment, tongue tangling as he tries to find the words-
"i'm so sorry are you okay?' he searches zitao's expression for pain but zitao's eyes go from concern to confusion to a kind of intense gaze as he captures sehun's glance and holds it, noses barely touching as he slides all of the way into sehun.
it's both the strangest and yet best thing sehun's ever felt, the burn is still there but they're giving him time to adjust and the wonderful fullness is overwhelming his brain as his body tries to catch up, he likes it so much that his body hasn't figured it out yet.
and then zitao leans down again to suck at sehun's bottom lip, catching it between his teeth, and sehun gasps, hips flexing up and moving around zitao and he can't muffle the moan escaping from his throat, not that he even wants to, as zitao begins moving, head catching over the rim and slipping in to hit that spot exactly-soon there's no burn at all, or none that he can feel at least because it just feel so good sehun can't even think, zitao moving, thrusting down, and sehun meeting his strokes, there's a glowing tightness pooling in his stomach and then zitao reaches forward to take sehun's cock in his hand, fingers gentle as he strokes the skin, squeezes, dips a finger to press at the slit and all of a sudden sehun is coming all over his stomach, some come adventurous enough to hit zitao on the bottom of the chin.
zitao pulls out-sehun winces slightly from overstimulation- even though he hasn't come yet, and sehun and he both look down at his cock, still hard.
even though sehun is still hung up on the afterglow it's kind of awkward.
"can i?" sehun asks, reaching forwards after catching his breath, and zitao nods as sehun wraps his fingers around his dick. zitao is so hard and most of the way there that it only takes a few strokes before he's coming into the condom, sehun watches in fascination as come fills the top, as Zitao looks away.
"stop it," he says, but there's a grin lurking in the corner of his mouth as sehun peels off the condom, pressing a tiny kiss to the top of zitao's dick before attempting to tie off the condom.
his fingers are sticky and he only manages to fumble it as it slips between his fingers and lands on the sweat-sticky sheets, leaking.
"oops," sehun says, and looks up at zitao who's looking affectionately annoyed.
"that's my bed," he says, and they spend the rest of the afternoon doing laundry and homework and distracting each other from maths and problem sets by whispering all the things they'll do next time.
"he touches you, like a prayer for
which no words exist, and you feel your
heart taking root in your body, like
you've discovered something you
don't even have a name for."
-excerpt from you are jeff by richard siken