second shots
second shots
sehun/lu han
803 words; nc-17
crying so this is like part of the (hopefully) many fics i'll write that was based off of this edit. because i love actiony things, if we didn't know by now ;n; crying this also has not been beta'd at all so there are probably lots of typos/awkward phrases. feel free to point out any of them to me! i literally wrote this in a span of two hours while listening to too much rap music at 5am. anyway, enjoy!!
The officer is young, and probably new. Lu Han licks his lips - this will be easy. He rattles his handcuffs. “Officer,” he calls out, leaning against the bars.
The officer looks up, startled, and straightens his posture when his eyes land on Lu Han. He has to fight the urge to laugh. Cute. “What do you want?”
Lu Han smiles, and the boy’s facade breaks for a split second. “I have to go to the bathroom,” he says slowly, facing the floor. His eyes flit back up to the officer’s face; the nametag reads Oh Sehun. “Can you take me there, Officer Oh?”
Sehun gulps. “You’re not allowed out of the jail cell unless there’s three officers around. I’m sorry.”
Lu Han twiddles his fingers together and pouts. The effect is instantaneous - a bright pink flush spreads across his face, and Sehun rubs the back of his hands on his pants. “Please? I really have to go though. And for both our sakes, I don’t think an accident here would be very pleasant.” Sehun pauses, taking both sides into consideration. “We could keep the handcuffs on, if that makes you feel better, Officer Oh.”
His resolve breaks. Lu Han hears the rattling of keys, then the jail cell opens, and Lu Han flashes the brightest smile he can manage at Sehun, who looks away. “Follow me,” he says gruffly, and Lu Han almost laughs at the pathetic attempt to remind him who’s in power.
The bathroom is a small cubicle at the end of the hall. He’s the only prisoner on this floor - the only one that’s managed to get down this deep, anyway, besides Kris. But Kris never stays, and Lu Han doesn’t like being alone.
Sehun opens the door, and Lu Han grins and pushes Sehun into the cramped stall and closes the door behind him. “What the-” Sehun groans, landing on the toilet seat, caught off guard as Lu Han crawls onto his lap.
“I like men in uniforms,” Lu Han whispers into Sehun’s ear, rolling his hips. Sehun lets out a strangled moan and Lu Han watches in mild interest as his eyes flutter closed.
He kisses him, roughly, with tongue and teeth, as he runs his hand through Sehun’s hair. He laughs when Sehun bucks his hips up relentlessly, and tugs on his bottom lip one last time before he slides onto his knees. “What are you doing?” Sehun asks as Lu Han grabs the waistband of his pants.
“Shh, just let me make you feel good,” Lu Han says, and tugs his pants and boxers down in one go. Lu Han looks up at Sehun from under his eyelashes and smirks when the other diverts his gaze again. “You are way too good looking for an officer, do you know that?” Sehun sucks in a breath as Lu Han runs his tongue along the side of Sehun’s cock, eyes not leaving his face. His hips jerk again helplessly, and it’s almost cute how Sehun tries to keep himself as quiet as possible, as if there’s people around to hear what they’re doing. Or to preserve his dignity, he’s not sure which. Either way, Lu Han would like to break down that wall as well.
He takes in all of Sehun, and the latter trembles under Lu Han’s ministrations. He takes his time, getting to know what Sehun likes most and what drives him over the edge. There’s a sensitive spot on the underside of his cock, and Lu Han makes sure to tongue at it every now and then. Sehun is definitely new to all of this. His hips jerk uncontrollably as his hand grabs at Lu Han’s hair, pulling hard. It doesn’t take very long; Lu Han deep throats him and within the few sucks Sehun’s coming down his throat.
Lu Han swallows it all, and licks his lips as he looks up at Sehun in his post orgasm state. His pupils are blown, chest heaving up and down as he tries to regain a regular breathing pattern. He pats Sehun on the cheek lightly. “I’ll leave you to regain yourself,” he chirps, then stands up. “I think I know the way back to the cell.”
It takes Sehun until Lu Han’s all the way up the staircase to realize that Lu Han didn’t have his handcuffs on when he left the cubicle.
“You’re late,” Kris says as Lu Han steps into the white Cadillac.
Lu Han shrugs. “He was cute; I couldn’t help myself. Where to?”
Kris sighs and motions for the driver to go. The engine starts, and Lu Han waits patiently as Kris checks his phone. “Xiumin’s doing some business in Hong Kong. Figured he’d want some company. How does The Peninsula Hotel sound?”
Lu Han smiles. “Perfect.”
sehun/lu han
803 words; nc-17
crying so this is like part of the (hopefully) many fics i'll write that was based off of this edit. because i love actiony things, if we didn't know by now ;n; crying this also has not been beta'd at all so there are probably lots of typos/awkward phrases. feel free to point out any of them to me! i literally wrote this in a span of two hours while listening to too much rap music at 5am. anyway, enjoy!!
The officer is young, and probably new. Lu Han licks his lips - this will be easy. He rattles his handcuffs. “Officer,” he calls out, leaning against the bars.
The officer looks up, startled, and straightens his posture when his eyes land on Lu Han. He has to fight the urge to laugh. Cute. “What do you want?”
Lu Han smiles, and the boy’s facade breaks for a split second. “I have to go to the bathroom,” he says slowly, facing the floor. His eyes flit back up to the officer’s face; the nametag reads Oh Sehun. “Can you take me there, Officer Oh?”
Sehun gulps. “You’re not allowed out of the jail cell unless there’s three officers around. I’m sorry.”
Lu Han twiddles his fingers together and pouts. The effect is instantaneous - a bright pink flush spreads across his face, and Sehun rubs the back of his hands on his pants. “Please? I really have to go though. And for both our sakes, I don’t think an accident here would be very pleasant.” Sehun pauses, taking both sides into consideration. “We could keep the handcuffs on, if that makes you feel better, Officer Oh.”
His resolve breaks. Lu Han hears the rattling of keys, then the jail cell opens, and Lu Han flashes the brightest smile he can manage at Sehun, who looks away. “Follow me,” he says gruffly, and Lu Han almost laughs at the pathetic attempt to remind him who’s in power.
The bathroom is a small cubicle at the end of the hall. He’s the only prisoner on this floor - the only one that’s managed to get down this deep, anyway, besides Kris. But Kris never stays, and Lu Han doesn’t like being alone.
Sehun opens the door, and Lu Han grins and pushes Sehun into the cramped stall and closes the door behind him. “What the-” Sehun groans, landing on the toilet seat, caught off guard as Lu Han crawls onto his lap.
“I like men in uniforms,” Lu Han whispers into Sehun’s ear, rolling his hips. Sehun lets out a strangled moan and Lu Han watches in mild interest as his eyes flutter closed.
He kisses him, roughly, with tongue and teeth, as he runs his hand through Sehun’s hair. He laughs when Sehun bucks his hips up relentlessly, and tugs on his bottom lip one last time before he slides onto his knees. “What are you doing?” Sehun asks as Lu Han grabs the waistband of his pants.
“Shh, just let me make you feel good,” Lu Han says, and tugs his pants and boxers down in one go. Lu Han looks up at Sehun from under his eyelashes and smirks when the other diverts his gaze again. “You are way too good looking for an officer, do you know that?” Sehun sucks in a breath as Lu Han runs his tongue along the side of Sehun’s cock, eyes not leaving his face. His hips jerk again helplessly, and it’s almost cute how Sehun tries to keep himself as quiet as possible, as if there’s people around to hear what they’re doing. Or to preserve his dignity, he’s not sure which. Either way, Lu Han would like to break down that wall as well.
He takes in all of Sehun, and the latter trembles under Lu Han’s ministrations. He takes his time, getting to know what Sehun likes most and what drives him over the edge. There’s a sensitive spot on the underside of his cock, and Lu Han makes sure to tongue at it every now and then. Sehun is definitely new to all of this. His hips jerk uncontrollably as his hand grabs at Lu Han’s hair, pulling hard. It doesn’t take very long; Lu Han deep throats him and within the few sucks Sehun’s coming down his throat.
Lu Han swallows it all, and licks his lips as he looks up at Sehun in his post orgasm state. His pupils are blown, chest heaving up and down as he tries to regain a regular breathing pattern. He pats Sehun on the cheek lightly. “I’ll leave you to regain yourself,” he chirps, then stands up. “I think I know the way back to the cell.”
It takes Sehun until Lu Han’s all the way up the staircase to realize that Lu Han didn’t have his handcuffs on when he left the cubicle.
“You’re late,” Kris says as Lu Han steps into the white Cadillac.
Lu Han shrugs. “He was cute; I couldn’t help myself. Where to?”
Kris sighs and motions for the driver to go. The engine starts, and Lu Han waits patiently as Kris checks his phone. “Xiumin’s doing some business in Hong Kong. Figured he’d want some company. How does The Peninsula Hotel sound?”
Lu Han smiles. “Perfect.”