Games
Title: Games
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kai/Sehun
Warning: onii-chan
Length: 2.5K
Summary: in which jongin is an otaku and sehun is his wet yaoi dream character come true
for this prompt, on exopromptmeme
Also I'm using this for the exo shipping challenge
1 AM. Another night spent in front of the computer, playing H games.
Jongin yawned, moved his mouse over to the save button and clicked. “Goodnight Sehun-chan.” He shut down his computer and stood up, stretching his cracking, stiff bones before falling onto his bed and snuggling into the blankets.
The rain beat hard on his window, and Jongin clutched his arms around his Sehun-chan body pillow when there was a flash of lightning and an almost immediate clap of thunder.
His Chopper night-light flickered with another strike of lightning and he shivered, pulling his comforter up to his chin and wrapping his legs around his body pillow as well.
“It’s okay Sehun-chan, I won’t let the lightning hurt you.”
Jongin fell asleep to thoughts of boning Sehun-chan.
-
There was a sudden wave of heat over his face, and Jongin opened his eyes and blinked at the face that was very very close to his own.
Jongin screeched, a very macho, masculine screech, and jumped away, cowering in the corner of his bed.
But then he got a better look at this intruder. Pale skin, dark eyes, sharp jawline, soft hair.
“Sehun-chan?” Jongin had honestly never been more confused. He looked to his body pillow, and saw the boy in his original form plastered there, knees bent together, looking shy with pink cheeks.
“Onii-chan.” Jongin looked back up at Sehun. He was on his hands and knees, back arched as he crawled slowly toward Jongin. “Just call me Sehun, please.”
Jongin’s throat suddenly got very dry. He tried to swallow, but it felt like a rock was lodged in his neck.
“Onii-chan,” Sehun drawled, manually straightening out Jongin’s limbs and pushing him back onto the bed so he could sit on his stomach. “You’ll treat me well, right?”
“What.” Sehun leaned down and planted a firm kiss on Jongin’s mouth. Jongin was so fucking confused, but at the same time, the object of his wet dream for years was in front of him now, wearing a barely-there, see-through shirt, and shorts that were so tight they almost caused Jongin pain just from the image.
Jongin was fucking psyched.
He threaded his fingers through Sehun’s hair, and rolled them over so he was on top. And he waited, catching his breath and taking in the beauty of Sehun, his favourite character from his favourite H-game.
Sehun’s body was legitimately beautiful, maybe not in the traditional sense, but to Jongin, there was nothing better. He was scrawny and pale, with barely-toned abs and skinny legs. There were no traces of hair anywhere, except for his head and his underarms, but his legs, stomach and pelvic area were completely clean. He lay under Jongin peacefully, chest rising and falling softly, arms raised above his head, opening his body to Jongin.
Jongin ran his hands down Sehun’s chest, and the boy arched into the touch, soft whines and moans leaving his lips. With each sweet sound Jongin heard, he felt himself stiffen more on top of the other boy.
“Onii-chan,” Sehun gasped, and that was as far as Jongin could go without giving himself relief.
He pulled his shirt off first, and moved onto his sweatpants, pulling them off in one fluid movement and tossing them off to the side.
He tugged Sehun’s shirt up and over his head, and worked on the zipper of his pants until they were in the same position as before, only this time clad in just their underwear.
Jongin pushed back, so he was on Sehun’s crotch, and Sehun moaned, long and drawn out. Lips connected messily and hundreds of heated kisses were shared as Sehun worked on rubbing Jongin off through his boxers.
Jongin grinded down on Sehun’s tight-fitting briefs, and he could feel Sehun’s hard member growing and rubbing against him.
“Onii-chan, I want you inside me.” Sehun was getting impatient, and it was obvious through his tone and the way he held his hands firmly on Jongin’s hips and bucked up into them.
Jongin moved off of Sehun and sat between his bent legs. With improved access, he pulled off Sehun’s briefs, and relished in the sound Sehun’s dick made when it smacked against his torso.
“You’re so hard for me, Sehun.” Jongin rubbed up and down Sehun’s thighs, trying to distract him from impending pain.
He slipped a finger into Sehun’s ass up to the first knuckle. Instead of crying out, like Jongin expected, Sehun moaned lightly and grasped the sheets between his shaking fingers.
Jongin went slowly, even through Sehun’s protests of, “Onii-chan more,” and, “harder Onii-chan, I can take it.”
Jongin didn’t want to hurt Sehun. Sehun was his everything.
“Call me Jongin,” were the words whispered into Sehun’s ear as Jongin thrusted into Sehun in one swift movement, earning a high pitched whimper.
The feeling of Sehun clenching around him was too much for Jongin, and he lost all inhibitions, thrusting into Sehun like he was born to do it.
His thrusts were sloppy and inexperienced, but Sehun moaned around him more, more, as he neared climax and Jongin picked up his speed.
“Ugh I’m--j-Jongin aaah.” A breathy moan shuddered out of Sehun’s pink mouth and he came over his stomach, thick ropes of sticky white cum shooting up to his chest.
Jongin came only a few seconds after, pulling out to blow his load alongside Sehun’s on his chest. Sehun pulled him down into a short kiss and snuggled up next to him. An arm flung over Jongin’s side and Sehun nosed his way under Jongin’s chin, tangling their legs together and pulling the blanket high up around his chin.
There was cum drying on Sehun’s chest between them, and they were both sweaty and hot, but Jongin really hadn’t felt this nice in quite a while.
-
The alarm had been going off for five minutes now, but Jongin really couldn’t be bothered to get up and turn it off. He kept his phone across the room in order to motivate himself to get up, but instead of being a solution to his problem, it only gave him early-morning headaches.
The bed creaked when something shifted beside him and Jongin’s eyes snapped open, getting a full sight of Sehun’s naked body, stretching out and covered in dry cum. That must feel so gross.
“Mmm, Onii-chan,” Sehun cuddled in closer after stretching, pulling Jongin’s waist in closer with a leg over his hip.
Jongin sat up, ignoring Sehun’s soft hands trying to pull him back down to bed.
“Fuck. Fuck? What’s happening? You’re? Sehun-chan?” Jongin poked at Shun’s chest.
“Yeah. Shh, lets go back to sleep.”
“No. No? I have school I HAVE SCHOOL,” Jongin leaped out of bed, leaving a dazed Sehun behind, and tore open his closet doors, pulling out his uniform and his old uniform for Sehun.
“Get changed into this, you’re coming with me.”
Sehun looked really good in a school uniform. Jongin’s old one fit him almost perfectly,the only ill-fitting area being the pants, which were just a bit too tight and a bit too short. His hair fell effortlessly, tips grazing his eyes. Sehun was glamorous, even more so than in the H game he originated from.
But they were going to be late.
Jongin pulled Sehun by the wrist as he jogged along the road to the school, a limp piece of bread hanging out of Sehun’s mouth. (“You look so cute and anime this way,” Jongin had said when Sehun asked.)
Jongin told his teacher he had a visitor, and the girls (and some boys) of his class had gathered around him cooing at Sehun and giggling when he smiled.
Jongin’s friends were honestly concerned because when exactly did Jongin meet this kid and why did he bring him to school?
Jongin looked up from his work halfway through second period and saw Sehun staring him down, the end of a pencil in his mouth. He sucked lightly on the pencil before opening his mouth to reveal it pressed to his tongue. Sehun lapped at the piece of plastic before twisting his tongue around it and sucking again, never breaking eye contact with Jongin.
This should not be happening THIS CANNOT BE HAPPENING Jongin thought, stiffening between his legs. Sehun continued his ministrations however, batting his eyes innocently, smirk evident on his face.
When the bell rang for break, Jongin was fully hard in his uniform pants, and was tugging Sehun out the classroom door immediately, leading him toward the restrooms. He pushed the boy against the wall harshly and pulled the mechanical pencil from between his lips, grinding his crotch roughly against Sehun.
Sehun slid a hand over Jongin’s chin, grabbing his shoulder with his other hand and switching their positions, so Jongin’s back was against the wall.
“Onii-chan, I’ve been bad. But I’ll make it up to you, okay?” There was a soft clunk when Sehun’s knees hit the bathroom floor, and everything was silent save for the sound of a zipper and the shuffling of khaki as Sehun worked Jongin’s pants to his ankles.
Sehun pulled Jongin’s boxer’s down and there was satisfying ‘smack’ when his dick bounced up to hit his waist. A small hand fit around him and started pumping, drawing endless moans and curses out from between Jongin’s plush lips.
It’s only a few seconds more before Sehun starts mouthing at Jongin’s sensitive member, breath hot against Jongin’s skin. Jongin reaches down to thread a finger through his hair and Sehun bobs forward, taking Jongin’s entire length into his mouth at once.
Jongin feels Sehun’s throat clench around him and there’s a gagging noise, but he holds Sehun’s head against his pelvis, pleasure rippling through his body whenever Sehun swallows around him.
Pulling himself back, Sehun sets a steady rhythm, bobbing at an even pace with one hand around the base of Jongin’s cock and the other reaching down to palm himself through his uniform pants.
“Mm, Onii-chan, you taste so good,” Sehun licked a stripe up the underside of Jongin’s dick, making eye contact and not breaking it until he closed his eyes to bob forward again. His slender fingers moved to Jongin’s balls, and he bobbed forward again, tongue licking around Jongin’s hard cock inside his mouth. Sehun sucked hard as he drew away from Jongin’s hips, cheeks hollowing obscenely under the flourescent lighting of the school bathroom.
Running his hands up Jongin’s thighs, he stood up and sucked Jongin’s bottom lip into his mouth.
“Break ends soon, Jongin, let’s go back to the classroom.” There was a small smile on his face as he slipped out of the bathroom, leaving Jongin needy and breathless with his pants around his ankles and his dick hard.
Jongin was seething all through the rest of the day, struggling to keep his legs crossed lest someone notice the tent in his pants.
Jongin was silent all the way home, even with Sehun tugging on his arm and skipping along next to him.
“Jongin, are you mad at me?” Sehun asked, stopping outside the house. He was only a few centimeters shorter than Jongin, and he was bent over, trying to get his face as close to Jongin’s as possible without actually touching. Jongin ignored him though, ducking out of the way and walking up the steps to the front door.
“Jongin!” Sehun’s voice was whiny and it would be really annoying if he wasn’t that hot (but he was). Jongin kept going up the stairs to his bedroom, Sehun trailing behind him like a lost puppy, eyes wide and full of worry.
“Shut the door.” Jongin’s voice came harsh in the otherwise silent house. Sehun closed the door quietly, honestly worried about Jongin now.
Jongin’s hands hit the door, encasing Sehun in his arms, back flat against the wood. Sehun stared straight at Jongin even as he leaned in to connect their lips together. He pushed his hips against Sehun’s leg, slipping his tongue into Sehun’s eager mouth. Sehun slipped his hand down Jongin’s body, palming him lightly through his khakis.
“Let’s finish what we started during break, ok?” With a weak nod from Jongin as confirmation, Sehun unzipped Jongin’s pants and tugged them down, doing the same with his, both boys stepping out of them and kicking them off to the side.
Jongin went back in, attaching his lips to Sehun’s neck and brushing his fingers along his stomach, pushing up the hem of his white button up.
Their tongues melded together in another kiss that ended with both of them standing against the door in only their boxers, dicks hot and hard against the other’s hand.
“Let me finish you properly this time, Onii-chan,” Sehun said with a wink. He always did that, even in the game.
Jongin thought about how fucked up this whole situation was. But then he stopped because Sehun’s lips were pressed hard against the head of his cock and Jesus fuck.
Sehun sucked lightly there for a few seconds, eyes aimed up at Jongin’s face, eyelashes thick and dark against his face. Sehun licked at Jongin’s shaft, his left hand wandering around Jongin’s body, smoothing over muscle and bone.
Jongin moaned, fingers curling through Sehun’s hair, and his head dropped back, exposing his neck. Sehun took Jongin into his mouth, pushing forward until Jongin’s tip hit the back of his throat.
He set a steady pace, moving his head back and forth, and when Jongin started meeting his mouth with light thrusts, Sehun didn’t do anything to stop him, holding his thumb down to stop his gag reflex from acting up.
Jongin’s moaning grew louder and spit was running down Sehun’s chin, fighting back the tears threatening to spill from his eyes when Jongin’s thrusts became faster and more ruthless, fucking into Sehun’s mouth erratically.
With a long drawl of Sehun’s name, Jongin came, cum shooting down Sehun’s throat, some of it spilling onto his tongue and chin as Jongin pulled out, his flaccid cock covered in saliva and spunk.
Cum slid down Sehun’s throat as he swallowed all that he could, a smile crossing his face when Jongin’s fingers pressed against his chin to push the rest of the thick white seed into his mouth.
The floor creaked as Jongin dropped to his knees, bone hitting wood with a loud clunk.
“Now let me help you.” Leaning forward, Jongin captured Sehun’s lips in another heated kiss, hand moving to stroke at his dick. He tugged at it roughly, jerking Sehun off quickly, tongue hot in his mouth.
When Sehun climaxed, he came hard over his stomach and Jongin’s hand, collapsing back onto the floor, body weak and sensitive.
Jongin picked up his limp body and carried it to the bed, laying him down slowly, and then cuddling up next to him.
“You know, I’m glad you wished me out of that game, I think I like actually having sex with you more than that gross coy flirting stuff I used to do.”
Jongin giggled and threw his arm over Sehun’s naked torso, touching their noses together and looking deep into his eyes.
“I think I like this a lot more too.”
once again, i'm going to hell
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kai/Sehun
Warning: onii-chan
Length: 2.5K
Summary: in which jongin is an otaku and sehun is his wet yaoi dream character come true
for this prompt, on exopromptmeme
Also I'm using this for the exo shipping challenge
1 AM. Another night spent in front of the computer, playing H games.
Jongin yawned, moved his mouse over to the save button and clicked. “Goodnight Sehun-chan.” He shut down his computer and stood up, stretching his cracking, stiff bones before falling onto his bed and snuggling into the blankets.
The rain beat hard on his window, and Jongin clutched his arms around his Sehun-chan body pillow when there was a flash of lightning and an almost immediate clap of thunder.
His Chopper night-light flickered with another strike of lightning and he shivered, pulling his comforter up to his chin and wrapping his legs around his body pillow as well.
“It’s okay Sehun-chan, I won’t let the lightning hurt you.”
Jongin fell asleep to thoughts of boning Sehun-chan.
-
There was a sudden wave of heat over his face, and Jongin opened his eyes and blinked at the face that was very very close to his own.
Jongin screeched, a very macho, masculine screech, and jumped away, cowering in the corner of his bed.
But then he got a better look at this intruder. Pale skin, dark eyes, sharp jawline, soft hair.
“Sehun-chan?” Jongin had honestly never been more confused. He looked to his body pillow, and saw the boy in his original form plastered there, knees bent together, looking shy with pink cheeks.
“Onii-chan.” Jongin looked back up at Sehun. He was on his hands and knees, back arched as he crawled slowly toward Jongin. “Just call me Sehun, please.”
Jongin’s throat suddenly got very dry. He tried to swallow, but it felt like a rock was lodged in his neck.
“Onii-chan,” Sehun drawled, manually straightening out Jongin’s limbs and pushing him back onto the bed so he could sit on his stomach. “You’ll treat me well, right?”
“What.” Sehun leaned down and planted a firm kiss on Jongin’s mouth. Jongin was so fucking confused, but at the same time, the object of his wet dream for years was in front of him now, wearing a barely-there, see-through shirt, and shorts that were so tight they almost caused Jongin pain just from the image.
Jongin was fucking psyched.
He threaded his fingers through Sehun’s hair, and rolled them over so he was on top. And he waited, catching his breath and taking in the beauty of Sehun, his favourite character from his favourite H-game.
Sehun’s body was legitimately beautiful, maybe not in the traditional sense, but to Jongin, there was nothing better. He was scrawny and pale, with barely-toned abs and skinny legs. There were no traces of hair anywhere, except for his head and his underarms, but his legs, stomach and pelvic area were completely clean. He lay under Jongin peacefully, chest rising and falling softly, arms raised above his head, opening his body to Jongin.
Jongin ran his hands down Sehun’s chest, and the boy arched into the touch, soft whines and moans leaving his lips. With each sweet sound Jongin heard, he felt himself stiffen more on top of the other boy.
“Onii-chan,” Sehun gasped, and that was as far as Jongin could go without giving himself relief.
He pulled his shirt off first, and moved onto his sweatpants, pulling them off in one fluid movement and tossing them off to the side.
He tugged Sehun’s shirt up and over his head, and worked on the zipper of his pants until they were in the same position as before, only this time clad in just their underwear.
Jongin pushed back, so he was on Sehun’s crotch, and Sehun moaned, long and drawn out. Lips connected messily and hundreds of heated kisses were shared as Sehun worked on rubbing Jongin off through his boxers.
Jongin grinded down on Sehun’s tight-fitting briefs, and he could feel Sehun’s hard member growing and rubbing against him.
“Onii-chan, I want you inside me.” Sehun was getting impatient, and it was obvious through his tone and the way he held his hands firmly on Jongin’s hips and bucked up into them.
Jongin moved off of Sehun and sat between his bent legs. With improved access, he pulled off Sehun’s briefs, and relished in the sound Sehun’s dick made when it smacked against his torso.
“You’re so hard for me, Sehun.” Jongin rubbed up and down Sehun’s thighs, trying to distract him from impending pain.
He slipped a finger into Sehun’s ass up to the first knuckle. Instead of crying out, like Jongin expected, Sehun moaned lightly and grasped the sheets between his shaking fingers.
Jongin went slowly, even through Sehun’s protests of, “Onii-chan more,” and, “harder Onii-chan, I can take it.”
Jongin didn’t want to hurt Sehun. Sehun was his everything.
“Call me Jongin,” were the words whispered into Sehun’s ear as Jongin thrusted into Sehun in one swift movement, earning a high pitched whimper.
The feeling of Sehun clenching around him was too much for Jongin, and he lost all inhibitions, thrusting into Sehun like he was born to do it.
His thrusts were sloppy and inexperienced, but Sehun moaned around him more, more, as he neared climax and Jongin picked up his speed.
“Ugh I’m--j-Jongin aaah.” A breathy moan shuddered out of Sehun’s pink mouth and he came over his stomach, thick ropes of sticky white cum shooting up to his chest.
Jongin came only a few seconds after, pulling out to blow his load alongside Sehun’s on his chest. Sehun pulled him down into a short kiss and snuggled up next to him. An arm flung over Jongin’s side and Sehun nosed his way under Jongin’s chin, tangling their legs together and pulling the blanket high up around his chin.
There was cum drying on Sehun’s chest between them, and they were both sweaty and hot, but Jongin really hadn’t felt this nice in quite a while.
-
The alarm had been going off for five minutes now, but Jongin really couldn’t be bothered to get up and turn it off. He kept his phone across the room in order to motivate himself to get up, but instead of being a solution to his problem, it only gave him early-morning headaches.
The bed creaked when something shifted beside him and Jongin’s eyes snapped open, getting a full sight of Sehun’s naked body, stretching out and covered in dry cum. That must feel so gross.
“Mmm, Onii-chan,” Sehun cuddled in closer after stretching, pulling Jongin’s waist in closer with a leg over his hip.
Jongin sat up, ignoring Sehun’s soft hands trying to pull him back down to bed.
“Fuck. Fuck? What’s happening? You’re? Sehun-chan?” Jongin poked at Shun’s chest.
“Yeah. Shh, lets go back to sleep.”
“No. No? I have school I HAVE SCHOOL,” Jongin leaped out of bed, leaving a dazed Sehun behind, and tore open his closet doors, pulling out his uniform and his old uniform for Sehun.
“Get changed into this, you’re coming with me.”
Sehun looked really good in a school uniform. Jongin’s old one fit him almost perfectly,the only ill-fitting area being the pants, which were just a bit too tight and a bit too short. His hair fell effortlessly, tips grazing his eyes. Sehun was glamorous, even more so than in the H game he originated from.
But they were going to be late.
Jongin pulled Sehun by the wrist as he jogged along the road to the school, a limp piece of bread hanging out of Sehun’s mouth. (“You look so cute and anime this way,” Jongin had said when Sehun asked.)
Jongin told his teacher he had a visitor, and the girls (and some boys) of his class had gathered around him cooing at Sehun and giggling when he smiled.
Jongin’s friends were honestly concerned because when exactly did Jongin meet this kid and why did he bring him to school?
Jongin looked up from his work halfway through second period and saw Sehun staring him down, the end of a pencil in his mouth. He sucked lightly on the pencil before opening his mouth to reveal it pressed to his tongue. Sehun lapped at the piece of plastic before twisting his tongue around it and sucking again, never breaking eye contact with Jongin.
This should not be happening THIS CANNOT BE HAPPENING Jongin thought, stiffening between his legs. Sehun continued his ministrations however, batting his eyes innocently, smirk evident on his face.
When the bell rang for break, Jongin was fully hard in his uniform pants, and was tugging Sehun out the classroom door immediately, leading him toward the restrooms. He pushed the boy against the wall harshly and pulled the mechanical pencil from between his lips, grinding his crotch roughly against Sehun.
Sehun slid a hand over Jongin’s chin, grabbing his shoulder with his other hand and switching their positions, so Jongin’s back was against the wall.
“Onii-chan, I’ve been bad. But I’ll make it up to you, okay?” There was a soft clunk when Sehun’s knees hit the bathroom floor, and everything was silent save for the sound of a zipper and the shuffling of khaki as Sehun worked Jongin’s pants to his ankles.
Sehun pulled Jongin’s boxer’s down and there was satisfying ‘smack’ when his dick bounced up to hit his waist. A small hand fit around him and started pumping, drawing endless moans and curses out from between Jongin’s plush lips.
It’s only a few seconds more before Sehun starts mouthing at Jongin’s sensitive member, breath hot against Jongin’s skin. Jongin reaches down to thread a finger through his hair and Sehun bobs forward, taking Jongin’s entire length into his mouth at once.
Jongin feels Sehun’s throat clench around him and there’s a gagging noise, but he holds Sehun’s head against his pelvis, pleasure rippling through his body whenever Sehun swallows around him.
Pulling himself back, Sehun sets a steady rhythm, bobbing at an even pace with one hand around the base of Jongin’s cock and the other reaching down to palm himself through his uniform pants.
“Mm, Onii-chan, you taste so good,” Sehun licked a stripe up the underside of Jongin’s dick, making eye contact and not breaking it until he closed his eyes to bob forward again. His slender fingers moved to Jongin’s balls, and he bobbed forward again, tongue licking around Jongin’s hard cock inside his mouth. Sehun sucked hard as he drew away from Jongin’s hips, cheeks hollowing obscenely under the flourescent lighting of the school bathroom.
Running his hands up Jongin’s thighs, he stood up and sucked Jongin’s bottom lip into his mouth.
“Break ends soon, Jongin, let’s go back to the classroom.” There was a small smile on his face as he slipped out of the bathroom, leaving Jongin needy and breathless with his pants around his ankles and his dick hard.
Jongin was seething all through the rest of the day, struggling to keep his legs crossed lest someone notice the tent in his pants.
Jongin was silent all the way home, even with Sehun tugging on his arm and skipping along next to him.
“Jongin, are you mad at me?” Sehun asked, stopping outside the house. He was only a few centimeters shorter than Jongin, and he was bent over, trying to get his face as close to Jongin’s as possible without actually touching. Jongin ignored him though, ducking out of the way and walking up the steps to the front door.
“Jongin!” Sehun’s voice was whiny and it would be really annoying if he wasn’t that hot (but he was). Jongin kept going up the stairs to his bedroom, Sehun trailing behind him like a lost puppy, eyes wide and full of worry.
“Shut the door.” Jongin’s voice came harsh in the otherwise silent house. Sehun closed the door quietly, honestly worried about Jongin now.
Jongin’s hands hit the door, encasing Sehun in his arms, back flat against the wood. Sehun stared straight at Jongin even as he leaned in to connect their lips together. He pushed his hips against Sehun’s leg, slipping his tongue into Sehun’s eager mouth. Sehun slipped his hand down Jongin’s body, palming him lightly through his khakis.
“Let’s finish what we started during break, ok?” With a weak nod from Jongin as confirmation, Sehun unzipped Jongin’s pants and tugged them down, doing the same with his, both boys stepping out of them and kicking them off to the side.
Jongin went back in, attaching his lips to Sehun’s neck and brushing his fingers along his stomach, pushing up the hem of his white button up.
Their tongues melded together in another kiss that ended with both of them standing against the door in only their boxers, dicks hot and hard against the other’s hand.
“Let me finish you properly this time, Onii-chan,” Sehun said with a wink. He always did that, even in the game.
Jongin thought about how fucked up this whole situation was. But then he stopped because Sehun’s lips were pressed hard against the head of his cock and Jesus fuck.
Sehun sucked lightly there for a few seconds, eyes aimed up at Jongin’s face, eyelashes thick and dark against his face. Sehun licked at Jongin’s shaft, his left hand wandering around Jongin’s body, smoothing over muscle and bone.
Jongin moaned, fingers curling through Sehun’s hair, and his head dropped back, exposing his neck. Sehun took Jongin into his mouth, pushing forward until Jongin’s tip hit the back of his throat.
He set a steady pace, moving his head back and forth, and when Jongin started meeting his mouth with light thrusts, Sehun didn’t do anything to stop him, holding his thumb down to stop his gag reflex from acting up.
Jongin’s moaning grew louder and spit was running down Sehun’s chin, fighting back the tears threatening to spill from his eyes when Jongin’s thrusts became faster and more ruthless, fucking into Sehun’s mouth erratically.
With a long drawl of Sehun’s name, Jongin came, cum shooting down Sehun’s throat, some of it spilling onto his tongue and chin as Jongin pulled out, his flaccid cock covered in saliva and spunk.
Cum slid down Sehun’s throat as he swallowed all that he could, a smile crossing his face when Jongin’s fingers pressed against his chin to push the rest of the thick white seed into his mouth.
The floor creaked as Jongin dropped to his knees, bone hitting wood with a loud clunk.
“Now let me help you.” Leaning forward, Jongin captured Sehun’s lips in another heated kiss, hand moving to stroke at his dick. He tugged at it roughly, jerking Sehun off quickly, tongue hot in his mouth.
When Sehun climaxed, he came hard over his stomach and Jongin’s hand, collapsing back onto the floor, body weak and sensitive.
Jongin picked up his limp body and carried it to the bed, laying him down slowly, and then cuddling up next to him.
“You know, I’m glad you wished me out of that game, I think I like actually having sex with you more than that gross coy flirting stuff I used to do.”
Jongin giggled and threw his arm over Sehun’s naked torso, touching their noses together and looking deep into his eyes.
“I think I like this a lot more too.”
once again, i'm going to hell