[ficlet] a different kind of fitness
pairing: kai/sehun
rating: NC-17
length: 664
genre: smut, yet again
summary: After the Baby, Don't Cry stage, Jongin and Sehun have better things do to than just dry off.
They’re like a couple of giggly, horny teenagers as they run off to the bathroom together, leaving trails of water droplets behind them - their stage personas disappeared as soon as they left the stage, the last few notes of Baby, Don’t Cry resonating through the thick, humid air.
They soon reach the backstage bathrooms, rushing inside and fumbling to locking the door before they're all over each other right away. The only disadvantage of doing this here, mid-concert, is that their time is limited and going by fast, so Sehun only pauses to give Jongin a quick, teasing kiss before dropping to his knees and getting down to business, making short work of peeling Jongin’s wet, skin-tight pants off down to his thighs.
Jongin is still chuckling under his breath as Sehun plants soft, kitten-like kisses along his dick, but he quickly progresses to licking and sucking and Jongin’s laughs turn into gratified moans, burying his hands into Sehun’s damp hair. Sehun giggles a little with his mouth still on Jongin’s dick, and the vibrations it causes around his cock make Jongin pull Sehun’s hair harder, and that makes Sehun whine, eyes growing heavy and falling shut, a satisfied smirk crossing Jongin’s face in victory.
“You love doing this, don’t you?” Jongin asks, voice growing breathless as Sehun’s mouth works him so well, “Make me come, Sehunnie.” Sehun is determined on showing Jongin he can; set on giving Jongin what he needs, so he continues making pretty-sounding noises at the back of his throat as he sucks eagerly, because they need to be fast and he's so focused on making Jongin come.
Sehun moans, looks up at Jongin with hooded eyes, he relaxes his throat, taking as much of Jongin as he can and maintains eye contact, blinks slowly, flutters his eyelashes coyly, the way he knows Jongin can't resist. Then Jongin’s grip is so, so tight, holding him there, his mouth is spilling over with quiet curses interspersed with groans of Sehun’s name. And then it's only a few more bobs of Sehun’s head, whining with abandon, using that pitch that Jongin knows to mean “please come because I’m really fucking turned on and I can’t wait much longer” until Jongin comes down his throat with a low moan.
With no time to linger in his post-orgasm haze, Jongin anchors his still slightly trembling fingers in the damp fabric of Sehun’s shirt and tugs him up, pushes him against a tiled wall and crowds himself close, wraps a hand around his dick because they can’t do anything more than that when they have to be back in stage in five minutes and pumps him hard and fast, making Sehun gasp and drop his head forwards onto Jongin’s shoulder to muffle his desperate noises. Jongin mouths along Sehun’s neck and shoulder, not hard enough to make the marks he wants to put there because he can't right now. So instead he whispers encouragements, promises into Sehun’s ear as he quickens the pace of his hand, accompanied with hot, spurring words of come for me, Sehunnie, and you looked so hot on your knees for me and I'll fuck you when we get back tonight until Sehun’s gripping at his shoulder and waist, all breathy whimpering as his movements still and he comes, spills into Jongin’s hand and over his stomach. It's easy to rinse off since they're both still damp anyway and they share a few kisses, the corners of their mouths tugging upwards before they take their turns with their heads under the hand dryer in an attempt to dry their hair off a bit. Of course the others know what they’re up to, always have, but it never hurts to try and convince them they’re not the “worryingly persistently horny teenage couple” the others think they are.
(It doesn’t work, of course; not when both their zippers are undone and Sehun’s lips reddened and swollen, their pleased, affectionate glances poorly concealed.)
rating: NC-17
length: 664
genre: smut, yet again
summary: After the Baby, Don't Cry stage, Jongin and Sehun have better things do to than just dry off.
They’re like a couple of giggly, horny teenagers as they run off to the bathroom together, leaving trails of water droplets behind them - their stage personas disappeared as soon as they left the stage, the last few notes of Baby, Don’t Cry resonating through the thick, humid air.
They soon reach the backstage bathrooms, rushing inside and fumbling to locking the door before they're all over each other right away. The only disadvantage of doing this here, mid-concert, is that their time is limited and going by fast, so Sehun only pauses to give Jongin a quick, teasing kiss before dropping to his knees and getting down to business, making short work of peeling Jongin’s wet, skin-tight pants off down to his thighs.
Jongin is still chuckling under his breath as Sehun plants soft, kitten-like kisses along his dick, but he quickly progresses to licking and sucking and Jongin’s laughs turn into gratified moans, burying his hands into Sehun’s damp hair. Sehun giggles a little with his mouth still on Jongin’s dick, and the vibrations it causes around his cock make Jongin pull Sehun’s hair harder, and that makes Sehun whine, eyes growing heavy and falling shut, a satisfied smirk crossing Jongin’s face in victory.
“You love doing this, don’t you?” Jongin asks, voice growing breathless as Sehun’s mouth works him so well, “Make me come, Sehunnie.” Sehun is determined on showing Jongin he can; set on giving Jongin what he needs, so he continues making pretty-sounding noises at the back of his throat as he sucks eagerly, because they need to be fast and he's so focused on making Jongin come.
Sehun moans, looks up at Jongin with hooded eyes, he relaxes his throat, taking as much of Jongin as he can and maintains eye contact, blinks slowly, flutters his eyelashes coyly, the way he knows Jongin can't resist. Then Jongin’s grip is so, so tight, holding him there, his mouth is spilling over with quiet curses interspersed with groans of Sehun’s name. And then it's only a few more bobs of Sehun’s head, whining with abandon, using that pitch that Jongin knows to mean “please come because I’m really fucking turned on and I can’t wait much longer” until Jongin comes down his throat with a low moan.
With no time to linger in his post-orgasm haze, Jongin anchors his still slightly trembling fingers in the damp fabric of Sehun’s shirt and tugs him up, pushes him against a tiled wall and crowds himself close, wraps a hand around his dick because they can’t do anything more than that when they have to be back in stage in five minutes and pumps him hard and fast, making Sehun gasp and drop his head forwards onto Jongin’s shoulder to muffle his desperate noises. Jongin mouths along Sehun’s neck and shoulder, not hard enough to make the marks he wants to put there because he can't right now. So instead he whispers encouragements, promises into Sehun’s ear as he quickens the pace of his hand, accompanied with hot, spurring words of come for me, Sehunnie, and you looked so hot on your knees for me and I'll fuck you when we get back tonight until Sehun’s gripping at his shoulder and waist, all breathy whimpering as his movements still and he comes, spills into Jongin’s hand and over his stomach. It's easy to rinse off since they're both still damp anyway and they share a few kisses, the corners of their mouths tugging upwards before they take their turns with their heads under the hand dryer in an attempt to dry their hair off a bit. Of course the others know what they’re up to, always have, but it never hurts to try and convince them they’re not the “worryingly persistently horny teenage couple” the others think they are.
(It doesn’t work, of course; not when both their zippers are undone and Sehun’s lips reddened and swollen, their pleased, affectionate glances poorly concealed.)