loosen that tie (and belt) / SeKai Drabbles
Title: loosen that tie (and belt)
Pairing: sekai
Rating: nc-17
Genre: smut
Length: 1236w total
Summary: Jongin gives up on life, and Sehun wonders why Jongin's his boyfriend.
loosen that tie (and belt)
Jongin stuffs his fist into his mouth as Sehun presses his tongue against the underside of his cock.
“God, Sehun,” he gasps, fingers curling around Sehun’s hair and tugging.
Sehun moans at the sensation, the vibrations traveling up Jongin’s dick, and he has to bite back a low moan. He looks down at Sehun, only to feel his heart jump into his throat as he sees the sexiest scene he’s ever seen in his entire life.
Sehun’s looking up at him in those hooded eyes that are begging Jongin to fuck him hard, with his perfect heart-shaped lips stretched around Jongin’s dick.
“You’re so perfect,” Jongin whispers, petting Sehun lightly, and Sehun hums.
He pulls away, and Jongin whimpers from the loss of the heat. Sehun shuts him up promptly, kissing him harshly and pulling Jongin’s hips roughly against his owns, grinding into them mercilessly.
He groans into Jongin’s mouth, and Jongin has to wrap his arms around Sehun’s neck to keep his balance, his knees already buckling.
“Should we-gasp-really be doing this-nngh-in the school bathroom?” Jongin breaths when Sehun pulls away. “W-we’re not even-Jesus Christ-in a stall.”
“Shut up unless you want me to leave you hard,” Sehun growls under his breath, mouth traveling down Jongin’s jaw to nip lightly at his neck, biting his sweet spot and eliciting a moan.
He unzips his own pants, pulling his cock out and stroking it, all the while showering Jongin’s bared shoulder with hickeys and butterfly kisses in between moans.
“I like you like this,” Sehun whispers, grinning at Jongin.
Jongin looks at him with half-masted eyes, collared shirt unbuttoned and knitted vest pulled to the side, exposing his chest, covered in bite marks that haven’t quite disappeared yet.
“And I like you with your mouth around my dick,” he replies. The witty effect is ruined with another breathless gasp.
Sehun rolls his hips into Jongin’s, bare cocks rubbing each other and creating a much-needed friction. He buries his face into Jongin’s neck, groaning and biting down on the skin.
He keeps up at it, and Jongin turns into a moaning mess, gripping onto Sehun and muttering his name over and over again.
When Sehun wraps a hand around both their cocks, Jongin comes first, hips rutting into Sehun’s hand. He slides onto the floor, breathing hard and laughing weakly at the sight of his cum covering Sehun’s hand.
“I really don’t know why you’re laughing,” Sehun mutters, bringing his hand to Jongin’s mouth.
Jongin obligingly licks the hand clean, sucking on a finger and looking at Sehun coyly, eyes still hazed from his orgasm.
“Fuck,” Sehun groans.
He pushes Jongin’s head roughly towards his cock, and Jongin takes it in, slackening his jaw and letting Sehun fuck his mouth.
He finds it ironic how he ends up giving Sehun a blowjob.
Sehun thrusts into Jongin’s mouth again and again, his moans reverberating around the empty restroom. His dick hits the back of Jongin’s throat, and he comes into his mouth without warning, keenly lowly.
“You’re a bitch,” Jongin says after he swallows unwillingly, tucking Sehun back in and zipping him up.
Sehun laughs and pushes Jongin against the wall, kissing him and letting his hand tease Jongin’s crotch.
“Yeah? Want me to make it up to you afterschool?”
---
“Why’d you call me?” Sehun hisses into his phone, looking apologetically at the person he had been talking to and turning to dart between two Impressionistic paintings. “I’m busy right now!”
“And I’m horny,” Jongin replies casually through the phone.
Sehun sighs, exasperated. “Well, what the fuck do you want me to do?” He lowers his voice and smiles sheepishly when a few heads turn his way. “I can’t go to your house and suck you off right now; I’m at a goddamned art exhibition for a stupid client.”
“Phone sex.”
Sehun stills his waving hands-he tends to gesture a lot when he’s agitated-and stares blankly at a canvas covered in streaks of red.
“I’m sorry, what?”
“Phone sex,” Jongin repeats, like it’s the most natural thing ever. “Dirty talk and all that.”
“Dude, are you fucking nuts? I’m in public right now.”
Sehun can almost see Jongin shrug.
“Yeah, I don’t care. All I want is your ass to bury my cock in right now.”
“Can you not?”
Jongin chuckles from over the phone. “Do you know what I get off to? I get off to those pictures I took of you when you sucked me off that one time behind my car. And those I took of you when you rode me after a dinner with my parents.”
“Can…you…not…?”
“I really want you right now,” Jongin continues, beginning to sound a little breathless.
Sehun knows that he must be jerking off right now, and the very thought of it stirs something inside of him.
“I would even let you fuck me,” he whispers. “And let you take the lead for once and pound into my ass while I moan your name over and over again. Don’t you want that?”
Sehun gasps into the phone, bracing himself against a corner of the room.
“Please, Jongin,” he pleads, “I really ca-“
“A-ah-Sehun-nghh.”
Soft moans float over the line, and Sehun clenches his eyes shut, willing his boner away.
“Jo-“
Strings of ah’s sound in Sehun’s ear, and with a start, he realizes that Jongin must be fingering himself right now, imaging that his fingers were Sehun’s cock.
Just thinking of fucking Jongin gets Sehun hard, and his boner is nearly visible through his dress pants. He lowers his head, bowing to people and rushing out of the gallery, all the while listening to Jongin moan his name and not really watching where he’s going.
Once he’s out of the large venue, he turns a corner into an empty corridor and slides onto the floor, leaning against the wall.
“Are you fucking yourself with your fingers?” He asks in a low voice.
Jongin pauses, seemingly surprised, before laughing. “Yeah, and it-ngh-feels so-oh-good.”
“Better than my cock?”
Jongin moans, and it’s muffled, evidently being covered by his hand.
“N-no, not better than your cock”
“Don’t muffle your moans,” Sehun demands softly, palming himself through his pants. He groans from the much needed friction, and he can hear Jongin laugh breathlessly.
“I want your-hah-your dick in me so bad right now,” Jongin gasps, and Sehun moans.
“How many fingers are you using?”
“T-two, and-jesus-it feels so good.”
“Add another one,” Sehun says as he unzips his fly and shimmying his pants and boxers down his thighs.
He wraps a hand around his cock and tugs just as Jongin moans loudly into the phone, having added another finger.
“S-sehun, are you jerking off right now?”
Sehun groans in reply, burying his face into his own shoulder, ashamed of what he was doing.
“Imagine fucking me into a wall, standing up like you’ve always wanted to do.”
“Christ, Jongin, don-“
“Ah! S-sehun, it feels-ah-so good, if only you-ngghh-were he-“
Jongin’s words are cut off by a soft scream, slightly muffled probably due to Jongin’s pillow. Heavy breathing is heard over the phone, and Sehun clenches his eyes shut. An image of a thoroughly debauched Jongin appears on the back of his eyelids, and he begins jerking off faster, imagining Jongin’s flushed cheeks and hair matted onto his sweaty forehead.
He comes to Jongin’s voice promising him a very fun night after he returns. Cum covers his hands, and he grimaces as he wipes it on the spare tissue he had from the complimentary cookies.
“Goddammit Jongin,” he curses as he heads back to the venue, knees still weak. “Don’t do this next time.”
Jongin laughs, evidence of an orgasm still present in his voice.
“Oh, I’ll be sure to do this every. single. time.”
Pairing: sekai
Rating: nc-17
Genre: smut
Length: 1236w total
Summary: Jongin gives up on life, and Sehun wonders why Jongin's his boyfriend.
loosen that tie (and belt)
Jongin stuffs his fist into his mouth as Sehun presses his tongue against the underside of his cock.
“God, Sehun,” he gasps, fingers curling around Sehun’s hair and tugging.
Sehun moans at the sensation, the vibrations traveling up Jongin’s dick, and he has to bite back a low moan. He looks down at Sehun, only to feel his heart jump into his throat as he sees the sexiest scene he’s ever seen in his entire life.
Sehun’s looking up at him in those hooded eyes that are begging Jongin to fuck him hard, with his perfect heart-shaped lips stretched around Jongin’s dick.
“You’re so perfect,” Jongin whispers, petting Sehun lightly, and Sehun hums.
He pulls away, and Jongin whimpers from the loss of the heat. Sehun shuts him up promptly, kissing him harshly and pulling Jongin’s hips roughly against his owns, grinding into them mercilessly.
He groans into Jongin’s mouth, and Jongin has to wrap his arms around Sehun’s neck to keep his balance, his knees already buckling.
“Should we-gasp-really be doing this-nngh-in the school bathroom?” Jongin breaths when Sehun pulls away. “W-we’re not even-Jesus Christ-in a stall.”
“Shut up unless you want me to leave you hard,” Sehun growls under his breath, mouth traveling down Jongin’s jaw to nip lightly at his neck, biting his sweet spot and eliciting a moan.
He unzips his own pants, pulling his cock out and stroking it, all the while showering Jongin’s bared shoulder with hickeys and butterfly kisses in between moans.
“I like you like this,” Sehun whispers, grinning at Jongin.
Jongin looks at him with half-masted eyes, collared shirt unbuttoned and knitted vest pulled to the side, exposing his chest, covered in bite marks that haven’t quite disappeared yet.
“And I like you with your mouth around my dick,” he replies. The witty effect is ruined with another breathless gasp.
Sehun rolls his hips into Jongin’s, bare cocks rubbing each other and creating a much-needed friction. He buries his face into Jongin’s neck, groaning and biting down on the skin.
He keeps up at it, and Jongin turns into a moaning mess, gripping onto Sehun and muttering his name over and over again.
When Sehun wraps a hand around both their cocks, Jongin comes first, hips rutting into Sehun’s hand. He slides onto the floor, breathing hard and laughing weakly at the sight of his cum covering Sehun’s hand.
“I really don’t know why you’re laughing,” Sehun mutters, bringing his hand to Jongin’s mouth.
Jongin obligingly licks the hand clean, sucking on a finger and looking at Sehun coyly, eyes still hazed from his orgasm.
“Fuck,” Sehun groans.
He pushes Jongin’s head roughly towards his cock, and Jongin takes it in, slackening his jaw and letting Sehun fuck his mouth.
He finds it ironic how he ends up giving Sehun a blowjob.
Sehun thrusts into Jongin’s mouth again and again, his moans reverberating around the empty restroom. His dick hits the back of Jongin’s throat, and he comes into his mouth without warning, keenly lowly.
“You’re a bitch,” Jongin says after he swallows unwillingly, tucking Sehun back in and zipping him up.
Sehun laughs and pushes Jongin against the wall, kissing him and letting his hand tease Jongin’s crotch.
“Yeah? Want me to make it up to you afterschool?”
---
“Why’d you call me?” Sehun hisses into his phone, looking apologetically at the person he had been talking to and turning to dart between two Impressionistic paintings. “I’m busy right now!”
“And I’m horny,” Jongin replies casually through the phone.
Sehun sighs, exasperated. “Well, what the fuck do you want me to do?” He lowers his voice and smiles sheepishly when a few heads turn his way. “I can’t go to your house and suck you off right now; I’m at a goddamned art exhibition for a stupid client.”
“Phone sex.”
Sehun stills his waving hands-he tends to gesture a lot when he’s agitated-and stares blankly at a canvas covered in streaks of red.
“I’m sorry, what?”
“Phone sex,” Jongin repeats, like it’s the most natural thing ever. “Dirty talk and all that.”
“Dude, are you fucking nuts? I’m in public right now.”
Sehun can almost see Jongin shrug.
“Yeah, I don’t care. All I want is your ass to bury my cock in right now.”
“Can you not?”
Jongin chuckles from over the phone. “Do you know what I get off to? I get off to those pictures I took of you when you sucked me off that one time behind my car. And those I took of you when you rode me after a dinner with my parents.”
“Can…you…not…?”
“I really want you right now,” Jongin continues, beginning to sound a little breathless.
Sehun knows that he must be jerking off right now, and the very thought of it stirs something inside of him.
“I would even let you fuck me,” he whispers. “And let you take the lead for once and pound into my ass while I moan your name over and over again. Don’t you want that?”
Sehun gasps into the phone, bracing himself against a corner of the room.
“Please, Jongin,” he pleads, “I really ca-“
“A-ah-Sehun-nghh.”
Soft moans float over the line, and Sehun clenches his eyes shut, willing his boner away.
“Jo-“
Strings of ah’s sound in Sehun’s ear, and with a start, he realizes that Jongin must be fingering himself right now, imaging that his fingers were Sehun’s cock.
Just thinking of fucking Jongin gets Sehun hard, and his boner is nearly visible through his dress pants. He lowers his head, bowing to people and rushing out of the gallery, all the while listening to Jongin moan his name and not really watching where he’s going.
Once he’s out of the large venue, he turns a corner into an empty corridor and slides onto the floor, leaning against the wall.
“Are you fucking yourself with your fingers?” He asks in a low voice.
Jongin pauses, seemingly surprised, before laughing. “Yeah, and it-ngh-feels so-oh-good.”
“Better than my cock?”
Jongin moans, and it’s muffled, evidently being covered by his hand.
“N-no, not better than your cock”
“Don’t muffle your moans,” Sehun demands softly, palming himself through his pants. He groans from the much needed friction, and he can hear Jongin laugh breathlessly.
“I want your-hah-your dick in me so bad right now,” Jongin gasps, and Sehun moans.
“How many fingers are you using?”
“T-two, and-jesus-it feels so good.”
“Add another one,” Sehun says as he unzips his fly and shimmying his pants and boxers down his thighs.
He wraps a hand around his cock and tugs just as Jongin moans loudly into the phone, having added another finger.
“S-sehun, are you jerking off right now?”
Sehun groans in reply, burying his face into his own shoulder, ashamed of what he was doing.
“Imagine fucking me into a wall, standing up like you’ve always wanted to do.”
“Christ, Jongin, don-“
“Ah! S-sehun, it feels-ah-so good, if only you-ngghh-were he-“
Jongin’s words are cut off by a soft scream, slightly muffled probably due to Jongin’s pillow. Heavy breathing is heard over the phone, and Sehun clenches his eyes shut. An image of a thoroughly debauched Jongin appears on the back of his eyelids, and he begins jerking off faster, imagining Jongin’s flushed cheeks and hair matted onto his sweaty forehead.
He comes to Jongin’s voice promising him a very fun night after he returns. Cum covers his hands, and he grimaces as he wipes it on the spare tissue he had from the complimentary cookies.
“Goddammit Jongin,” he curses as he heads back to the venue, knees still weak. “Don’t do this next time.”
Jongin laughs, evidence of an orgasm still present in his voice.
“Oh, I’ll be sure to do this every. single. time.”