selective vip
pairing: sehun/kai
rating: nc-17
wordcount: 3280
summary: sehun has shitty friends who force him into a host club on his 18th birthday. he's not even legal. but then again, neither is the host.
because i was listening to two moons and ohmygod! hostclub fic! and no one wants to write for me, so i wrote it. with porn. and underage sekai. remember that they only turn legal when they are 19. i am not yet legal in korea. this is saddening.
before you read!
can someone please write me fic based on these pics i beg you omg. imagine baekhyun looking up at chanyeol going, i'm supposed to lick it?
and kai's like oh you want pointers?
sehun jams one polished shoe (kyungsoo actually forced him into actual godforsaken shoes and it's so shiny that he can see himself in it but it pinches and oh god why is his life like this) into the sidewalk and ends up with four boys crashing one after another into his back.
"fuck, sehun!" baekhyun yells, rubbing his nose where he walked smack into chanyeol's shoulder. sehun thinks that rubbing that hard would only worsen the pain, but then again sehun wouldn't really know, since he's tall enough to have only ever bumped into chanyeol's neck, and necks are generally less solid than shoulders. baekhyun rolls his eyes at sehun and scrunches his nose a few times to test if it's broken. "are we having doubts only now?"
sehun has never been not doubting this idea, actually. he holds up both hands in front of him and pleads, "look guys, i have one more year before i come of age. just one year! so why don't we wait-"
"shut it, thehun." chanyeol shoves him hard on the shoulder, making sehun lurch forward and he almost falls onto kyungsoo. ("mind your fucking strength, chanyeol!" kyungsoo yelps.) "you are an 18 year old virgin. no, scratch that, you are an 18 year old LIP virgin. your objections are overruled!" chanyeol has his arms out and he's waving them all over the place and that, paired with the frazzled bird nest of a hair and the overly large eyes, makes chanyeol seem slightly crazy. okay fine, very crazy. his nickname isn't the Mad Scientist for nothing.
"see, this is why i should never have admitted that to anyone, especially to certain people who can't keep their trap shut," sehun glares at joonmyeon who at least has the decency to look sheepish.
joonmyun shrugs and protests feebly, "i was just being concerned of one of my poor high school juniors' sexual wellbeing? like the good sunbae i am?"
"hyung, you got laid only last year," sehun points out dryly.
"yes, but i hooked kyungsoo in 10th grade." joonmyun beams and slings an arm around kyungsoo, who blushes and bats at him in protest.
"fucking married couple making us singles jealous," baekhyun mumbles under his breath, jabbing his hands into his pockets.
"GUYS WE'RE HERE!" chanyeol's excited shouts draws their attention to the flashy sign in front of them. EXO, it screams in big block letters. the logo is simplistic, three letters fitted into a hexagon, but it's studded with fake diamonds, and sparkles under the spotlights shining down on. as an art student, sehun thinks that the logo is very nicely done.
baekhyun fishes a wad of bills out of his pocket and stuffs it into the waistband of sehun's jeans. "here's enough money for a private room!"
"happy birthday, magnae. have a good one," kyungsoo says cheerfully. with that, his shitty shitty friends push him into the dark lobby.
"welcome!"
sehun's vision swims as his eyes try to adjust to the difference in brightness. for a moment he closes his eyes, trying to fool himself into thinking that he's just dreaming and he is not standing in the lobby of a questionable host club on the night of his 18th birthday. a hand gently settles itself onto his arm, and sehun jolts awake to find a friendly smiling face in front of him.
"your id please?" the nametag on the man's gold jacket says LAY and sehun snorts at how appropriate the name is considering the venue. only 10 seconds into their meeting, sehun can sense that lay is one of those annoyingly sunny types and has that comforting boy-next-door look. he doesn't look like the type that would murder anyone (do murderers have a look?) and sehun finds himself relaxing. not enough for his legs to stop trembling, though.
sehun shakily produces his fake id, stating his age at 20. he's tall for his age, and baekhyun has helped him push his hair out of his eyes with gel, and lined his eyes with just a hint of mascara, so he could pull off 22 if he wants to. sehun catches a glimpse of his reflection in the ceiling-to-floor mirror behind them and has to admit that he looks good tonight.
lay accepts the card, no questions asked, and gestures to a line of photos on the table beside them. girls and women of different types and sizes dot the table. sehun spots an obviously aged woman (he'll guess she's in her sixties) with a feather boa draped around her shoulders and he shudders. "take your pick; we cater to all tastes."
"i'm gay," sehun blurts out immediately. boobies are nice, but moobies are better.
lay seems undeterred and he nods with a pleasant smile on his face, immediately sweeping the photos away and replacing them with a catalogue of smiling, good looking males. sehun suspects that this is a regular request, and briefly wonders about the size of the LGBT community in Seoul.
"do you want a young one, or do you prefer a more matured taste?"
"uh." sehun's throat goes dry as he imagines a balding 40 year old hitting on him. worst still, he imagine someone who behaves like joonmyun -all grandfatherly smiles and manners- tending to him. "young! i'm not that old myself, heh. surprise me!" sehun pulls out jazz hands and when he realizes how silly he looks, he tucks his hands safely in the pockets of his pants. only the pants are a bit too tight and he has to jam his hands into his thighs.
to his credit, lay does not look at him like he's wondering whether sehun has lost one too many brain cells.
"very well then, follow me."
sehun is led through a maze of barely lit hallways. there is a lot of glitter and bling and sparkly things lining the walls and by the time sehun is shown his personal room, he feels like his eyes are half blinded.
the room is simple, with black walls and black furniture. the furniture is sparse too, with a leather couch, a table, a small cabinet and a television. sehun sits down with his back straight on the couch as lay excuses himself.
sehun has barely settled down and calmed his nerves when a young man enters the room. "good evening, master, my name is kai. pleased to be at your service." his voice is deep and gravely and even through his bundles of nerves, sehun approves. oh god, he approves so much.
sehun shoots to his feet immediately and returns the bow. as the other man straightens, sehun finally gets to register his features. thick double eyelids and dark eyes lined with kohl on a sculptured face. plump lips and slicked back hair. younger than he expected. but he's so familiar, isn't he- "hey you're in my chemistry class!"
it takes him a few seconds but the features sink into place and suddenly matches a name in his head. he remembers jongin as that quiet kid that always has his hoodie slung over his eyes and his blue earphone plugged into his ears. quiet jongin. and now this whole new sexed up jongin with the confident saunter and sexiness oozing out of every pore. sehun’s jaw drops slightly, completely dumbfounded.
jongin's eyes widen comically as the realization dawns on both of them. "sehun?"
"what the fuck are you working here?"
the panicky look on jongin's face would be almost funny, if sehun's mind wasn't filled with ohmygodmygod my classmate just caught me in a hostclub ohmygodohmygod my classmate IS the host ohmygodohmygod we’re all going to jail.
“sehun, you can't tell anyone," jongin immediately rubs his hands together and pleads. "i need the money!"
"but-"
"look, i'll blow you!" jongin blurts out, the desperation etched on his face.
sehun pauses as he ponders this.
jongin shoots him a look of horror. "wait, are you actually considering?!"
"well you offered!!!"
the two boys look at each other in uncomfortable silence.
finally jongin sighs. he's weighed the pros and cons of sucking his classmate over losing his job, and jongin really, really likes the money. diablo 3 would be a nice addition to his collection, and he's been eyeing a shiny leather jacket from that trendy shop in myeongdong. fuck him and his lack of resolve when it comes to his material needs. "well, do you want to."
sehun tries not to look to excited as he strategically places his hands over his crotch to hide his growing interest and asks in what he thinks is a cool and vaguely disinterested way, "do you do this often?"
this time, the look that jongin gives him is one of disgust. "what do you take me for? i don't even allow my clients to touch me. the hard-to-get concept is the one i'm going for, and my clients lap it up." he sniffs and looks genuinely miffed. sehun opens his mouth to point out that what's he supposed to think when jongin is working illegally at a hostclub but jongin barrels on. "besides, i've only been here a month. haven't had a chance to see anyone that i've liked enough to do things with."
sehun blinks. "did you just imply that you like me?"
jongin crosses his arms. "i take back my offer."
"it's my birthday?" sehun says as he shrugs, an apology, a plea and an explanation at once.
jongin rolls his eyes. there's a moment of hesitation because seriously his classmate's dick. in his mouth. then jongin thinks of the hours that could be spent playing diablo 3. (better than sex, that weird chinese exchange student, luhan, had said. then again, luhan collects shoujo manga and plushies, so.) before sehun can say anything more, jongin has walked over into three large strides and pushes sehun onto the couch roughly. if they're really going to do anything, might as well get it over with fast.
"jongin wait." sehun clamps his hands on jongin's shoulders and holds the boy off. jongin has barely leaned forward before his neck snaps back.
"what?" jongin growls and glares at sehun, truly frustrated now because god damn it, in 10 seconds, sehun can be naked in front of him with his cock half hard and red and leaking and now sehun asks him to fucking stop? so maybe it would be weird to suck off his classmate, but to hell with that. right now, sehun is splayed in front of him, and jongin wonders how he's never found the pale boy sexy.
sehun turns his head to the side, eyes dropping to the floor. "i'm inexperienced." jongin's eyebrow shoots up, prompting him with a wordless how inexperienced. sehun turns even redder, if that's even possible and he rushes out the words. "i've never kissed anyone before." his biggest secret, out there for the world -jongin, really- to hear. he's still fully clothed and already he feels naked and exposed. they're in such a compromising position too, with jongin on his knees and with his arms propped up on either side of sehun. this was such a stupid idea. oh dear god he is going to kill chanyeol, put him headfirst through a paper shredder and destroy that terrible hairstyle.
jongin lets out a snort of disbelief. "but all these years? all those girls flitting around you?"
"um," sehun says, half raising one finger. "i requested a male host. i'm gay." right, no girls.
"well." that shuts jongin up, but only for a second. a shit eating grin spreads out across his face and his voice takes on a delighted lilt. "so that means i'll be your first kiss? and i'll give you your first blow job?"
sehun has never seen this side to jongin. it's almost fascinating, a perfect contrast to the bookish image he had of him, but mainly it makes him want to punch jongin in his face. break those tiny little teeth so that he can't have that perfect smile. how has he not realized that underneath the shy fluttery eyelashes and thick pouty lips lies a self-invested douche bag? give quiet jongin back please.
"did i mention i am friends with chanyeol-"
"park chanyeol?" jongin's eyes widen when sehun brings up the name of the biggest gossip in town and sehun smiles triumphly. now sehun has the upper hand.
"fine, fine, whatever. i'll take it nice and slow, princess." jongin climbs onto the sehun's lap, straddling him, and gently cradles sehun's face in one hand. sehun gulps and jongin chuckles. "relax." he leans in and presses his lips to sehun's softly, giving the boy time to get used to the feeling of another on him. his fingers reach up to tangle itself into sehun's hair and oh, sehun is going to have the worst case of sex hair as jongin messes up the perfect hairstyle that baekhyun spent half an hour perfecting. he presses their chest against each other and feels sehun's heart racing against his own.
sehun's mind swirls in a confusing mix of fear, nervousness and oh god, is he horny? yes, he is horny. he has had raging hormones with no way of release for his entire teenage life, after all. so he opens his mouth ever so slightly to allow jongin access. jongin doesn't hesitate, adding pressure to the kiss and slipping his tongue into the younger's mouth. he lets their tongues mingle for a moment and nibbles on sehun's bottom lip as the younger boy writhes beneath him.
jongin has never been much for kisses, always preferring skin-to-skin contact rather than the pressing of the lips, but he considers this a favour to sehun, so he's going to try. and try he shall. sehun is so pliant and needy under him, and he lets out a soft moan while he scratches at jongin's back, too far gone to feel embarrassed. and then, just because he wants to hear that again, jongin reaches up to tweak sehun's nipples. the squeak that sehun lets out as he breaks the kiss will forever be stored in a corner of jongin's mind, ready to be brought out as comedic material in the future. jongin grins, leaning down to lick at sehun's right nipple through the fabric, sucking it in and sehun shrieks. discovery #2 - sehun is loud when aroused. another piece of information for jongin's mental catalogue.
jongin can feel sehun's dick pressing hard into his own crotch, so he pulls back and smirks at sehun's unfocused eyes and red lips. "first kiss. hope you liked it." kneeling back onto the floor, his hands swiftly unbutton sehun's pants and sehun lifts his bottom to allow jongin to slip them off. then he tugs on sehun shirt and sehun wriggles out of that as well.
"your clothes?" down to his boxers, sehun feels tiny and embarrassed, especially when jongin is decked out in a complete sexgod outfit.
"stay on," jongin says firmly. sehun wants to protest but is horrified to realize that a small part of him is actually turned on by bossy jongin. is that a kink of his? well, sehun is discovering something new about himself every day.
jongin palms the tent in sehun's silk boxers and frees sehun's cock from the confines of the smooth material. sehun whimpers, the sight of jongin in front of his leaking cock too much to handle.
because jongin is a fucking, spiteful tease (sehun hates him so, so much), he grins up at sehun and then darts his tongue out to just lick at sehun's tip. sehun shrieks again and slams his hands on the couch, face jerking forward and almost ramming into jongin.
"jesus, calm yourself." jongin uses a hand to flick at sehun's forehead, "i haven't even gotten to the good part." he drags his teeth against sehun's length, and flicks his tongue into his slit. when another keening moan escapes sehun, jongin decides to stop the torture, and slides sehun's cock into his mouth.
unfortunately, sehun really is terribly inexperienced, so the feeling of jongin's warm mouth around his cock overwhelms him and he bucks his hips, causing jongin to gag.
"what the fuck?" jongin pulls back and sehun whines at the loss of contact, fingers clawing at jongin to continue, anything to keep the heat going. but jongin is having none of that and he lands a loud whack on sehun's bare thigh, leaving an angry imprint on the white skin. "no bucking up, no choking me, no killing me. you got that?" sehun moans in response, mind a complete haze of desire.
jongin presses down on sehun's hips and firmly holds them in place as he licks a long strip down the base of his cock. he engulfs him again, hollowing his cheeks, making sehun cry out and dig his shoes into the carpet. jongin bobs his head around sehun's cock, saliva and precum making the dick slick. his long fringe falls around his eyes, sometimes brushing around sehun's cock, and sends a shiver down sehun’s spine.
"happy birthday," jongin murmurs, though it comes out muffled, what with his mouth still around sehun's cock and he deep throats sehun, sucks sehun in until the tip of sehun's cock hits the back of his throat and sehun is screeching obscenities the heat pooling in his stomach is too much and sehun comes violently, too soon, in jongin's mouth. jongin almost chokes and he pulls back to avoid most of the cum. at the last minute, he changes his mind and sticks out his tongue to catch the remains of sehun's cum and sehun almost cries at the obscene sight of jongin swallowing. only now, sehun realizes that jongin's pants are unzipped, and his hand is furiously pumping at his own dick.
"i'm not done, bitch," jongin growls and he tugs sehun towards him, crashing their lips together. sehun can taste himself on jongin’s lips and that is kind of gross, but the thought flickers away when jongin moans. sehun's hand snakes down to fist jongin's cock, taking over where jongin left off. from the way jongin's breath turns erratic he can tell that the host is close. using techniques he perfected on himself, sehun flicks his wrist just so, and jongin is whimpering as the orgasm shoots through his body, cum mixing with sehun's.
they collapse onto the couch with their limbs splayed on top of one another, sweaty and sated.
"you know you're paying me for this right?" jongin asks as he sweeps a lazy hand across sehun's stomach, smearing a trail of of white cum across the milky skin.
"so chanyeol hyung-"
jongin shuts him up with a kiss, and sehun mentally sends a thank you note to all of his wonderful friends.
(on monday sehun walks into his chemistry class 10 minutes early.
jongin is there in his grey hoodie and blue earphones. he's hunched over the table, oblivious to his surroundings, so sehun creeps over and jerks an ear bud out to whisper in his ear, "how are you, kai."
jongin jumps three feet in the air, knocking over the table and the chair. "WHAT THE FUCK?" he spins around, eyes wide and shoulders heaving. when he sees sehun, his eyes flit away and a light blush tints his cheeks. it's very uncharacteristic of him. or rather, uncharacteristic of kai with the overwhelming confidence, but not for quiet, shy jongin.
"i hope you don't think that i'll do it again. you can't blackmail me." jongin warns, jabbing a finger at sehun. "it was a one-time thing."
"hey you took my first kiss. maybe you should take responsibility," sehun says all too cheerfully. "chanyeol would agree."
jongin splutters.)
end
i have never written porn can you tell \ (^ u ^) /
rating: nc-17
wordcount: 3280
summary: sehun has shitty friends who force him into a host club on his 18th birthday. he's not even legal. but then again, neither is the host.
because i was listening to two moons and ohmygod! hostclub fic! and no one wants to write for me, so i wrote it. with porn. and underage sekai. remember that they only turn legal when they are 19. i am not yet legal in korea. this is saddening.
before you read!
can someone please write me fic based on these pics i beg you omg. imagine baekhyun looking up at chanyeol going, i'm supposed to lick it?
and kai's like oh you want pointers?
sehun jams one polished shoe (kyungsoo actually forced him into actual godforsaken shoes and it's so shiny that he can see himself in it but it pinches and oh god why is his life like this) into the sidewalk and ends up with four boys crashing one after another into his back.
"fuck, sehun!" baekhyun yells, rubbing his nose where he walked smack into chanyeol's shoulder. sehun thinks that rubbing that hard would only worsen the pain, but then again sehun wouldn't really know, since he's tall enough to have only ever bumped into chanyeol's neck, and necks are generally less solid than shoulders. baekhyun rolls his eyes at sehun and scrunches his nose a few times to test if it's broken. "are we having doubts only now?"
sehun has never been not doubting this idea, actually. he holds up both hands in front of him and pleads, "look guys, i have one more year before i come of age. just one year! so why don't we wait-"
"shut it, thehun." chanyeol shoves him hard on the shoulder, making sehun lurch forward and he almost falls onto kyungsoo. ("mind your fucking strength, chanyeol!" kyungsoo yelps.) "you are an 18 year old virgin. no, scratch that, you are an 18 year old LIP virgin. your objections are overruled!" chanyeol has his arms out and he's waving them all over the place and that, paired with the frazzled bird nest of a hair and the overly large eyes, makes chanyeol seem slightly crazy. okay fine, very crazy. his nickname isn't the Mad Scientist for nothing.
"see, this is why i should never have admitted that to anyone, especially to certain people who can't keep their trap shut," sehun glares at joonmyeon who at least has the decency to look sheepish.
joonmyun shrugs and protests feebly, "i was just being concerned of one of my poor high school juniors' sexual wellbeing? like the good sunbae i am?"
"hyung, you got laid only last year," sehun points out dryly.
"yes, but i hooked kyungsoo in 10th grade." joonmyun beams and slings an arm around kyungsoo, who blushes and bats at him in protest.
"fucking married couple making us singles jealous," baekhyun mumbles under his breath, jabbing his hands into his pockets.
"GUYS WE'RE HERE!" chanyeol's excited shouts draws their attention to the flashy sign in front of them. EXO, it screams in big block letters. the logo is simplistic, three letters fitted into a hexagon, but it's studded with fake diamonds, and sparkles under the spotlights shining down on. as an art student, sehun thinks that the logo is very nicely done.
baekhyun fishes a wad of bills out of his pocket and stuffs it into the waistband of sehun's jeans. "here's enough money for a private room!"
"happy birthday, magnae. have a good one," kyungsoo says cheerfully. with that, his shitty shitty friends push him into the dark lobby.
"welcome!"
sehun's vision swims as his eyes try to adjust to the difference in brightness. for a moment he closes his eyes, trying to fool himself into thinking that he's just dreaming and he is not standing in the lobby of a questionable host club on the night of his 18th birthday. a hand gently settles itself onto his arm, and sehun jolts awake to find a friendly smiling face in front of him.
"your id please?" the nametag on the man's gold jacket says LAY and sehun snorts at how appropriate the name is considering the venue. only 10 seconds into their meeting, sehun can sense that lay is one of those annoyingly sunny types and has that comforting boy-next-door look. he doesn't look like the type that would murder anyone (do murderers have a look?) and sehun finds himself relaxing. not enough for his legs to stop trembling, though.
sehun shakily produces his fake id, stating his age at 20. he's tall for his age, and baekhyun has helped him push his hair out of his eyes with gel, and lined his eyes with just a hint of mascara, so he could pull off 22 if he wants to. sehun catches a glimpse of his reflection in the ceiling-to-floor mirror behind them and has to admit that he looks good tonight.
lay accepts the card, no questions asked, and gestures to a line of photos on the table beside them. girls and women of different types and sizes dot the table. sehun spots an obviously aged woman (he'll guess she's in her sixties) with a feather boa draped around her shoulders and he shudders. "take your pick; we cater to all tastes."
"i'm gay," sehun blurts out immediately. boobies are nice, but moobies are better.
lay seems undeterred and he nods with a pleasant smile on his face, immediately sweeping the photos away and replacing them with a catalogue of smiling, good looking males. sehun suspects that this is a regular request, and briefly wonders about the size of the LGBT community in Seoul.
"do you want a young one, or do you prefer a more matured taste?"
"uh." sehun's throat goes dry as he imagines a balding 40 year old hitting on him. worst still, he imagine someone who behaves like joonmyun -all grandfatherly smiles and manners- tending to him. "young! i'm not that old myself, heh. surprise me!" sehun pulls out jazz hands and when he realizes how silly he looks, he tucks his hands safely in the pockets of his pants. only the pants are a bit too tight and he has to jam his hands into his thighs.
to his credit, lay does not look at him like he's wondering whether sehun has lost one too many brain cells.
"very well then, follow me."
sehun is led through a maze of barely lit hallways. there is a lot of glitter and bling and sparkly things lining the walls and by the time sehun is shown his personal room, he feels like his eyes are half blinded.
the room is simple, with black walls and black furniture. the furniture is sparse too, with a leather couch, a table, a small cabinet and a television. sehun sits down with his back straight on the couch as lay excuses himself.
sehun has barely settled down and calmed his nerves when a young man enters the room. "good evening, master, my name is kai. pleased to be at your service." his voice is deep and gravely and even through his bundles of nerves, sehun approves. oh god, he approves so much.
sehun shoots to his feet immediately and returns the bow. as the other man straightens, sehun finally gets to register his features. thick double eyelids and dark eyes lined with kohl on a sculptured face. plump lips and slicked back hair. younger than he expected. but he's so familiar, isn't he- "hey you're in my chemistry class!"
it takes him a few seconds but the features sink into place and suddenly matches a name in his head. he remembers jongin as that quiet kid that always has his hoodie slung over his eyes and his blue earphone plugged into his ears. quiet jongin. and now this whole new sexed up jongin with the confident saunter and sexiness oozing out of every pore. sehun’s jaw drops slightly, completely dumbfounded.
jongin's eyes widen comically as the realization dawns on both of them. "sehun?"
"what the fuck are you working here?"
the panicky look on jongin's face would be almost funny, if sehun's mind wasn't filled with ohmygodmygod my classmate just caught me in a hostclub ohmygodohmygod my classmate IS the host ohmygodohmygod we’re all going to jail.
“sehun, you can't tell anyone," jongin immediately rubs his hands together and pleads. "i need the money!"
"but-"
"look, i'll blow you!" jongin blurts out, the desperation etched on his face.
sehun pauses as he ponders this.
jongin shoots him a look of horror. "wait, are you actually considering?!"
"well you offered!!!"
the two boys look at each other in uncomfortable silence.
finally jongin sighs. he's weighed the pros and cons of sucking his classmate over losing his job, and jongin really, really likes the money. diablo 3 would be a nice addition to his collection, and he's been eyeing a shiny leather jacket from that trendy shop in myeongdong. fuck him and his lack of resolve when it comes to his material needs. "well, do you want to."
sehun tries not to look to excited as he strategically places his hands over his crotch to hide his growing interest and asks in what he thinks is a cool and vaguely disinterested way, "do you do this often?"
this time, the look that jongin gives him is one of disgust. "what do you take me for? i don't even allow my clients to touch me. the hard-to-get concept is the one i'm going for, and my clients lap it up." he sniffs and looks genuinely miffed. sehun opens his mouth to point out that what's he supposed to think when jongin is working illegally at a hostclub but jongin barrels on. "besides, i've only been here a month. haven't had a chance to see anyone that i've liked enough to do things with."
sehun blinks. "did you just imply that you like me?"
jongin crosses his arms. "i take back my offer."
"it's my birthday?" sehun says as he shrugs, an apology, a plea and an explanation at once.
jongin rolls his eyes. there's a moment of hesitation because seriously his classmate's dick. in his mouth. then jongin thinks of the hours that could be spent playing diablo 3. (better than sex, that weird chinese exchange student, luhan, had said. then again, luhan collects shoujo manga and plushies, so.) before sehun can say anything more, jongin has walked over into three large strides and pushes sehun onto the couch roughly. if they're really going to do anything, might as well get it over with fast.
"jongin wait." sehun clamps his hands on jongin's shoulders and holds the boy off. jongin has barely leaned forward before his neck snaps back.
"what?" jongin growls and glares at sehun, truly frustrated now because god damn it, in 10 seconds, sehun can be naked in front of him with his cock half hard and red and leaking and now sehun asks him to fucking stop? so maybe it would be weird to suck off his classmate, but to hell with that. right now, sehun is splayed in front of him, and jongin wonders how he's never found the pale boy sexy.
sehun turns his head to the side, eyes dropping to the floor. "i'm inexperienced." jongin's eyebrow shoots up, prompting him with a wordless how inexperienced. sehun turns even redder, if that's even possible and he rushes out the words. "i've never kissed anyone before." his biggest secret, out there for the world -jongin, really- to hear. he's still fully clothed and already he feels naked and exposed. they're in such a compromising position too, with jongin on his knees and with his arms propped up on either side of sehun. this was such a stupid idea. oh dear god he is going to kill chanyeol, put him headfirst through a paper shredder and destroy that terrible hairstyle.
jongin lets out a snort of disbelief. "but all these years? all those girls flitting around you?"
"um," sehun says, half raising one finger. "i requested a male host. i'm gay." right, no girls.
"well." that shuts jongin up, but only for a second. a shit eating grin spreads out across his face and his voice takes on a delighted lilt. "so that means i'll be your first kiss? and i'll give you your first blow job?"
sehun has never seen this side to jongin. it's almost fascinating, a perfect contrast to the bookish image he had of him, but mainly it makes him want to punch jongin in his face. break those tiny little teeth so that he can't have that perfect smile. how has he not realized that underneath the shy fluttery eyelashes and thick pouty lips lies a self-invested douche bag? give quiet jongin back please.
"did i mention i am friends with chanyeol-"
"park chanyeol?" jongin's eyes widen when sehun brings up the name of the biggest gossip in town and sehun smiles triumphly. now sehun has the upper hand.
"fine, fine, whatever. i'll take it nice and slow, princess." jongin climbs onto the sehun's lap, straddling him, and gently cradles sehun's face in one hand. sehun gulps and jongin chuckles. "relax." he leans in and presses his lips to sehun's softly, giving the boy time to get used to the feeling of another on him. his fingers reach up to tangle itself into sehun's hair and oh, sehun is going to have the worst case of sex hair as jongin messes up the perfect hairstyle that baekhyun spent half an hour perfecting. he presses their chest against each other and feels sehun's heart racing against his own.
sehun's mind swirls in a confusing mix of fear, nervousness and oh god, is he horny? yes, he is horny. he has had raging hormones with no way of release for his entire teenage life, after all. so he opens his mouth ever so slightly to allow jongin access. jongin doesn't hesitate, adding pressure to the kiss and slipping his tongue into the younger's mouth. he lets their tongues mingle for a moment and nibbles on sehun's bottom lip as the younger boy writhes beneath him.
jongin has never been much for kisses, always preferring skin-to-skin contact rather than the pressing of the lips, but he considers this a favour to sehun, so he's going to try. and try he shall. sehun is so pliant and needy under him, and he lets out a soft moan while he scratches at jongin's back, too far gone to feel embarrassed. and then, just because he wants to hear that again, jongin reaches up to tweak sehun's nipples. the squeak that sehun lets out as he breaks the kiss will forever be stored in a corner of jongin's mind, ready to be brought out as comedic material in the future. jongin grins, leaning down to lick at sehun's right nipple through the fabric, sucking it in and sehun shrieks. discovery #2 - sehun is loud when aroused. another piece of information for jongin's mental catalogue.
jongin can feel sehun's dick pressing hard into his own crotch, so he pulls back and smirks at sehun's unfocused eyes and red lips. "first kiss. hope you liked it." kneeling back onto the floor, his hands swiftly unbutton sehun's pants and sehun lifts his bottom to allow jongin to slip them off. then he tugs on sehun shirt and sehun wriggles out of that as well.
"your clothes?" down to his boxers, sehun feels tiny and embarrassed, especially when jongin is decked out in a complete sexgod outfit.
"stay on," jongin says firmly. sehun wants to protest but is horrified to realize that a small part of him is actually turned on by bossy jongin. is that a kink of his? well, sehun is discovering something new about himself every day.
jongin palms the tent in sehun's silk boxers and frees sehun's cock from the confines of the smooth material. sehun whimpers, the sight of jongin in front of his leaking cock too much to handle.
because jongin is a fucking, spiteful tease (sehun hates him so, so much), he grins up at sehun and then darts his tongue out to just lick at sehun's tip. sehun shrieks again and slams his hands on the couch, face jerking forward and almost ramming into jongin.
"jesus, calm yourself." jongin uses a hand to flick at sehun's forehead, "i haven't even gotten to the good part." he drags his teeth against sehun's length, and flicks his tongue into his slit. when another keening moan escapes sehun, jongin decides to stop the torture, and slides sehun's cock into his mouth.
unfortunately, sehun really is terribly inexperienced, so the feeling of jongin's warm mouth around his cock overwhelms him and he bucks his hips, causing jongin to gag.
"what the fuck?" jongin pulls back and sehun whines at the loss of contact, fingers clawing at jongin to continue, anything to keep the heat going. but jongin is having none of that and he lands a loud whack on sehun's bare thigh, leaving an angry imprint on the white skin. "no bucking up, no choking me, no killing me. you got that?" sehun moans in response, mind a complete haze of desire.
jongin presses down on sehun's hips and firmly holds them in place as he licks a long strip down the base of his cock. he engulfs him again, hollowing his cheeks, making sehun cry out and dig his shoes into the carpet. jongin bobs his head around sehun's cock, saliva and precum making the dick slick. his long fringe falls around his eyes, sometimes brushing around sehun's cock, and sends a shiver down sehun’s spine.
"happy birthday," jongin murmurs, though it comes out muffled, what with his mouth still around sehun's cock and he deep throats sehun, sucks sehun in until the tip of sehun's cock hits the back of his throat and sehun is screeching obscenities the heat pooling in his stomach is too much and sehun comes violently, too soon, in jongin's mouth. jongin almost chokes and he pulls back to avoid most of the cum. at the last minute, he changes his mind and sticks out his tongue to catch the remains of sehun's cum and sehun almost cries at the obscene sight of jongin swallowing. only now, sehun realizes that jongin's pants are unzipped, and his hand is furiously pumping at his own dick.
"i'm not done, bitch," jongin growls and he tugs sehun towards him, crashing their lips together. sehun can taste himself on jongin’s lips and that is kind of gross, but the thought flickers away when jongin moans. sehun's hand snakes down to fist jongin's cock, taking over where jongin left off. from the way jongin's breath turns erratic he can tell that the host is close. using techniques he perfected on himself, sehun flicks his wrist just so, and jongin is whimpering as the orgasm shoots through his body, cum mixing with sehun's.
they collapse onto the couch with their limbs splayed on top of one another, sweaty and sated.
"you know you're paying me for this right?" jongin asks as he sweeps a lazy hand across sehun's stomach, smearing a trail of of white cum across the milky skin.
"so chanyeol hyung-"
jongin shuts him up with a kiss, and sehun mentally sends a thank you note to all of his wonderful friends.
(on monday sehun walks into his chemistry class 10 minutes early.
jongin is there in his grey hoodie and blue earphones. he's hunched over the table, oblivious to his surroundings, so sehun creeps over and jerks an ear bud out to whisper in his ear, "how are you, kai."
jongin jumps three feet in the air, knocking over the table and the chair. "WHAT THE FUCK?" he spins around, eyes wide and shoulders heaving. when he sees sehun, his eyes flit away and a light blush tints his cheeks. it's very uncharacteristic of him. or rather, uncharacteristic of kai with the overwhelming confidence, but not for quiet, shy jongin.
"i hope you don't think that i'll do it again. you can't blackmail me." jongin warns, jabbing a finger at sehun. "it was a one-time thing."
"hey you took my first kiss. maybe you should take responsibility," sehun says all too cheerfully. "chanyeol would agree."
jongin splutters.)
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