[Advent] Day Five - All In
Title: All In
For: curledupkitten (ihu)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Luhan/Sehun
Length: 2350w
Warning: fisting
Summary: Luhan enjoys testing the boundaries and Sehun enjoys letting him.
Luhan looks terrible, the plaid red and green sweater falling off his shoulder vaguely familiar as something that resides in Joonmyun’s closet. Sehun should probably say something, inform Luhan that as cute as Joonmyun looks in those god-awful things, they don’t suit Luhan in the slightest. He looks like an orphan sans the dirty cheeks and tear-filled eyes.
And the fact that he has his hand down the front of Sehun’s pants, tugging his cock into hardness doesn’t make him any more attractive. Fucking Luhan is going to be the end of Oh Sehun one day and he has this niggling feeling that it’s going to be sooner rather than later.
It takes two knuckles shoved in his own mouth to keep Sehun from making a noise loud enough for the others to hear through the door and down the hall where they’re all still gathered around some new video game. Luhan was nice enough to at least let Sehun close the door to the room, but then he realized - too late - that Luhan only wanted to press him against it, test Sehun’s ability to choke down his own sounds so no one knows what they’re doing.
(Everyone actually does know, but Sehun likes to think they’re oblivious so he can look them in the eye every morning.)
Sehun whimpers, knees starting to buckle as Luhan's loose fist tightens around the base of his cock, the pressure so good and not enough all at once. "I want to try something new," Luhan says with a hum and the way his eyes practically sparkle with mischief is worrisome. But Sehun's not really in a position to argue when Luhan still has a hand on his dick, leading him around with it like he's a goddamn pet.
There are loud voices filtering from down the hall and Sehun's thankful Luhan is taking them the other direction, heading straight for the bathroom. They make it to the closed door and Luhan rubs his thumb over the slit of Sehun's cock, looking back with a smirk as Sehun has to choke down his moan so it doesn't draw attention.
Sehun vows to pay him back for this later.
When the door opens, they both stumble through, only for Sehun to slam into Luhan's back, hissing when the fingers around his cock squeeze in surprise. "Oh!" comes Luhan's startled voice.
In front of them, situated inside the bathtub without the shower curtain closed, are Kyungsoo and Chanyeol. Kyungsoo is fully dressed and on his knees between Chanyeol's legs, the razor in his hand faltering before stopping. Chanyeol's calf is half-covered in shaving cream and he doesn't look abashed about it at all. Sehun's eyes fall to his crotch to see Chanyeol's boxers tented.
This is an interesting turn of events.
"Can we help you?" Kyungsoo inquires and Sehun can't help but be intrigued at the shiny smoothness of Chanyeol's other leg, already shaved and hairless. Luhan's looking at it too and Sehun licks his lips, forgetting - for the moment - that Luhan still has him firmly by the dick.
"We were hoping to occupy the shower," Luhan replies.
"We were?" Sehun chimes in, but he's ignored.
"We're going to be a while," Chanyeol says, finally speaking. Sehun notices how gravelly his voice sounds, several octaves lower than normal and that's definitely a cue to leave.
Luhan makes this little disappointed noise in the back of his throat before conceding, uncaring that both Kyungsoo and Chanyeol can clearly see that he’s pulling Sehun along by his leaking dick. Sehun, however, is just a little bit mortified (which only worsens when his cock throbs at the prospect of an audience; he’ll have to talk to Luhan about that later).
They end up back in Sehun’s room, with Luhan crowding him toward the bed, the evil practically radiating from his faux-innocent smile. Sehun gulps and does his best not to trip and fall when his legs hit the bed. Luhan pushes him down, finally releasing his cock, but then he’s sitting atop Sehun’s thighs, bouncing lightly on the mattress. Hands push Sehun’s shirt up, exposing his stomach so Luhan can run his nails over the skin, watch as red blossoms under his touch. Sehun hisses and bucks his hips, more out of pain than pleasure but Luhan always likes to toe that line.
“Please tell me you plan to finish what you started,” Sehun grits out through his teeth, looking down at his dick and then at Luhan.
Luhan looks contemplative before answering. “Well I obviously can’t follow through with the original plan,” he says in this tone of voice that clearly indicates Sehun should know this already. “But we can try something else.”
Something else has Luhan sliding off the bed and rolling Sehun onto his stomach before shimmying his jeans the rest of the way off. The air is cold against his bare ass, but Luhan is soon behind him, settled between Sehun’s spread legs and helping him lift onto his knees. “Give me a safeword,” Luhan says softly before pressing a gentle kiss to the base of Sehun’s spine.
“Wh-what?” he stammers, blood rushing in his ears because Luhan is tugging on his cock again and he can’t think straight.
“Safeword, baby. In case you need me to stop.”
Sehun can’t imagine wanting to ever stop Luhan from having his way with him, but he complies, answering with a breathy, “Boa”.
Luhan chuckles and Sehun shudders, fingers digging into the baby blue comforter under him. There’s a finger skimming up his crack, teasing and light. Sehun pushes his ass back and earns a tap on his thigh. “Be still.”
The snap of the bottle of lube being opened is familiar. The way Luhan lets it drip down his crack is familiar (as is the hiss he lets out from the cold). The top of Luhan’s finger teasing around his rim before dipping inside is familiar. As far as trying new things, this is relatively normal, but Sehun can’t complain because Luhan is so damn good at this.
Sehun sighs, rocking his hips back without thinking and Luhan squeezes his fingers around the base of his cock in warning. “You did lock the door, right?” Sehun asks, fighting down a groan when Luhan pulls his finger out and pushes back in with two.
“No.”
“Don’t you think it might be a good id -” Sehun’s voice cuts out when Luhan curls his fingers, the pads rubbing in the exact right spot and he has to bite down on his pillow to keep from making noise. Now that he knows there’s nothing to stop anyone from walking in, he doesn’t want to draw attention. It isn’t easy, though, because Luhan seems to be purposely trying to make him loud and Sehun can practically feel the smile on his face.
Luhan still has that hand around Sehun’s cock and he tugs down from the base, reminding Sehun of how hard he is, how much he needs to get off. He whimpers, knees sliding further apart in the sheets. Two fingers becomes three, the stretch burning a little, but Luhan takes the edge off by cupping Sehun’s balls, kneading them softly as Sehun gets used to it.
Sehun hums and leans his weight back just a bit, gasping when Luhan begins thrusting his fingers in and out leisurely. It’s too slow and his cock is throbbing and he knows asking Luhan to go faster won’t help. It never does.
The hand on his balls moves back to Sehun’s cock, softly stroking from base to tip, thumb pushing on the head hard enough for a moan to slip through. “You’re so wet,” Luhan croons and Sehun feels the heat of embarrassment rush through him, staining his neck and face in pink.
Sehun’s all but forgotten this was supposed to be a new thing when Luhan dribbles more lube down his crack and smears it over his pinky, letting it slide inside Sehun’s ass with the others. They’ve sort of done this before, but Sehun came so hard he nearly blacked out. This time, Luhan has a hold on Sehun’s cock so tight around the base that he can’t come.
All the wants to do is move, rock his hips against Luhan’s fingers until he explodes, but Luhan isn’t having any of that. Sehun bites his lip, squeezes his eyes shut and tries to think about anything other than the delicious way Luhan is pressing against his prostate and the way his cock jerks in his grip at the slightest movement.
“How much do you think you can take?” Luhan asks, and Sehun twists his head so he can see Luhan’s face. He’s staring down where he has four fingers shoved up Sehun’s ass and Sehun jerks forward when he feels the pad of Luhan’s thumb now skimming so close to his entrance. “Sehun-ah, will you let hyung fist you?”
“Oh god,” Sehun moans, face dropping back into the pillow. Luhan talking about himself in third person always precipitates the best sex because he’s so turned on that he eventually snaps and Sehun is always the one who reaps most of the benefits. So when he says yes, it’s partially because he knows it’s going to culminate into something mind-blowing, but mostly it’s because he trusts Luhan completely.
Luhan’s fingers curve and Sehun’s thighs are shaking when he feels his rim stretching, thumb pushing through to join the rest. The resulting stretch isn’t as painful as he’d been prepared for, but when Luhan keeps going, lightly thrusting all five digits further and further until they finally sink past the last knuckle of his thumb, he can feel it all the way down to his toes. It stings, but it’s tolerable, lube now dripping everywhere. Sehun breathes in through his nose and out of his mouth, hands gripped so tight in the sheets that his knuckles are white. He’s never felt so full in his life and he can’t help clenching down, moaning from how good it feels.
“You look so pretty like this. You can move if you want.”
And Sehun does.
Sehun pushes back and then rocks forward, uncaring of how desperate he appears. Luhan’s fingers curl and Sehun gasps, his knees spreading even further apart. His cock head brushes the bed now and he’s so sensitive that it almost hurts.
Luhan leans down and kisses across Sehun’s back before resting his just to the left of his spine. “Relax,” he whispers.
And then Sehun feels it, feels the way Luhan’s fingers are curving, pressing against his walls. He inhales sharply as his body opens to accommodate the intrusion. He breathes through it, sweat dripping down his neck as Luhan balls his hand into a fist inside him. It hurts. It hurts and oh, that safeword is right there, but Sehun lets it settle, holds still until the burning around his rim dulls. The first slide of Luhan’s fist has him gasping for air, mostly in surprise because it doesn’t suck.
“Why is my Sehun so quiet?” Luhan asks. “Let hyung hear how much you like his hand up your ass.”
Sehun stifles a dry sob in the pillow, refusing to make any other sounds. He may be riding high on the pleasure, but he still possesses enough sense to not want to draw enough attention to have anyone walk through that door.
Luhan releases his cock and Sehun has this fleeting thought that he might actually try to fit that hand in too, but it leaves as soon as it’s formed. Instead, Luhan digs fingers into his side, right where he’s most ticklish. Sehun chokes, moaning from the way Luhan twists his fist inside him and the drag from where he tries to move away. It happens again and Sehun snorts in his laughter, entire body going rigid. It presses Luhan’s fist hard against his prostate and Sehun’s laugh cracks, breathing heavy as he tries to calm down.
Sehun officially hates Luhan.
His entire body attempts to curve away from the tickling while he still fucks himself on Luhan’s fist. At this point he forgets that he’s supposed to be quiet, calling out Luhan’s name with each moan. He feels breathless, on the edge without enough to topple him over. By the time Luhan gets a hand on Sehun’s dick, it’s a few simple strokes before he’s spilling all over Luhan and the sheets. His vision goes dark around the edges and his hips jerk back and forth until he can’t move. His entire body is buzzing and he can’t come up with a single reason as to why they haven’t done this before.
Sehun whimpers when Luhan very slowly stretches out his fingers and pulls his hand out of him, muscles contracting around air. And then he’s turned, carefully, onto his back so see Luhan hovering over him, eyes dark and hands fumbling with the button on his pants. Sehun takes over for him, pulling Luhan’s cock out enough to jerk him off fast and hard. He collapses entirely on Sehun when he comes, grinding the rest of his orgasm out against Sehun’s belly with breathy little moans.
“Hyung?” Sehun whispers a minute later, after he can finally breathe again.
“Shhh.”
“But -” Sehun’s cut off with Luhan’s hand over his mouth and it takes a moment for him to wonder which hand he’s using because it’s on his mouth. Gross. Now he needs to rinse with mouthwash and shower.
For: curledupkitten (ihu)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Luhan/Sehun
Length: 2350w
Warning: fisting
Summary: Luhan enjoys testing the boundaries and Sehun enjoys letting him.
Luhan looks terrible, the plaid red and green sweater falling off his shoulder vaguely familiar as something that resides in Joonmyun’s closet. Sehun should probably say something, inform Luhan that as cute as Joonmyun looks in those god-awful things, they don’t suit Luhan in the slightest. He looks like an orphan sans the dirty cheeks and tear-filled eyes.
And the fact that he has his hand down the front of Sehun’s pants, tugging his cock into hardness doesn’t make him any more attractive. Fucking Luhan is going to be the end of Oh Sehun one day and he has this niggling feeling that it’s going to be sooner rather than later.
It takes two knuckles shoved in his own mouth to keep Sehun from making a noise loud enough for the others to hear through the door and down the hall where they’re all still gathered around some new video game. Luhan was nice enough to at least let Sehun close the door to the room, but then he realized - too late - that Luhan only wanted to press him against it, test Sehun’s ability to choke down his own sounds so no one knows what they’re doing.
(Everyone actually does know, but Sehun likes to think they’re oblivious so he can look them in the eye every morning.)
Sehun whimpers, knees starting to buckle as Luhan's loose fist tightens around the base of his cock, the pressure so good and not enough all at once. "I want to try something new," Luhan says with a hum and the way his eyes practically sparkle with mischief is worrisome. But Sehun's not really in a position to argue when Luhan still has a hand on his dick, leading him around with it like he's a goddamn pet.
There are loud voices filtering from down the hall and Sehun's thankful Luhan is taking them the other direction, heading straight for the bathroom. They make it to the closed door and Luhan rubs his thumb over the slit of Sehun's cock, looking back with a smirk as Sehun has to choke down his moan so it doesn't draw attention.
Sehun vows to pay him back for this later.
When the door opens, they both stumble through, only for Sehun to slam into Luhan's back, hissing when the fingers around his cock squeeze in surprise. "Oh!" comes Luhan's startled voice.
In front of them, situated inside the bathtub without the shower curtain closed, are Kyungsoo and Chanyeol. Kyungsoo is fully dressed and on his knees between Chanyeol's legs, the razor in his hand faltering before stopping. Chanyeol's calf is half-covered in shaving cream and he doesn't look abashed about it at all. Sehun's eyes fall to his crotch to see Chanyeol's boxers tented.
This is an interesting turn of events.
"Can we help you?" Kyungsoo inquires and Sehun can't help but be intrigued at the shiny smoothness of Chanyeol's other leg, already shaved and hairless. Luhan's looking at it too and Sehun licks his lips, forgetting - for the moment - that Luhan still has him firmly by the dick.
"We were hoping to occupy the shower," Luhan replies.
"We were?" Sehun chimes in, but he's ignored.
"We're going to be a while," Chanyeol says, finally speaking. Sehun notices how gravelly his voice sounds, several octaves lower than normal and that's definitely a cue to leave.
Luhan makes this little disappointed noise in the back of his throat before conceding, uncaring that both Kyungsoo and Chanyeol can clearly see that he’s pulling Sehun along by his leaking dick. Sehun, however, is just a little bit mortified (which only worsens when his cock throbs at the prospect of an audience; he’ll have to talk to Luhan about that later).
They end up back in Sehun’s room, with Luhan crowding him toward the bed, the evil practically radiating from his faux-innocent smile. Sehun gulps and does his best not to trip and fall when his legs hit the bed. Luhan pushes him down, finally releasing his cock, but then he’s sitting atop Sehun’s thighs, bouncing lightly on the mattress. Hands push Sehun’s shirt up, exposing his stomach so Luhan can run his nails over the skin, watch as red blossoms under his touch. Sehun hisses and bucks his hips, more out of pain than pleasure but Luhan always likes to toe that line.
“Please tell me you plan to finish what you started,” Sehun grits out through his teeth, looking down at his dick and then at Luhan.
Luhan looks contemplative before answering. “Well I obviously can’t follow through with the original plan,” he says in this tone of voice that clearly indicates Sehun should know this already. “But we can try something else.”
Something else has Luhan sliding off the bed and rolling Sehun onto his stomach before shimmying his jeans the rest of the way off. The air is cold against his bare ass, but Luhan is soon behind him, settled between Sehun’s spread legs and helping him lift onto his knees. “Give me a safeword,” Luhan says softly before pressing a gentle kiss to the base of Sehun’s spine.
“Wh-what?” he stammers, blood rushing in his ears because Luhan is tugging on his cock again and he can’t think straight.
“Safeword, baby. In case you need me to stop.”
Sehun can’t imagine wanting to ever stop Luhan from having his way with him, but he complies, answering with a breathy, “Boa”.
Luhan chuckles and Sehun shudders, fingers digging into the baby blue comforter under him. There’s a finger skimming up his crack, teasing and light. Sehun pushes his ass back and earns a tap on his thigh. “Be still.”
The snap of the bottle of lube being opened is familiar. The way Luhan lets it drip down his crack is familiar (as is the hiss he lets out from the cold). The top of Luhan’s finger teasing around his rim before dipping inside is familiar. As far as trying new things, this is relatively normal, but Sehun can’t complain because Luhan is so damn good at this.
Sehun sighs, rocking his hips back without thinking and Luhan squeezes his fingers around the base of his cock in warning. “You did lock the door, right?” Sehun asks, fighting down a groan when Luhan pulls his finger out and pushes back in with two.
“No.”
“Don’t you think it might be a good id -” Sehun’s voice cuts out when Luhan curls his fingers, the pads rubbing in the exact right spot and he has to bite down on his pillow to keep from making noise. Now that he knows there’s nothing to stop anyone from walking in, he doesn’t want to draw attention. It isn’t easy, though, because Luhan seems to be purposely trying to make him loud and Sehun can practically feel the smile on his face.
Luhan still has that hand around Sehun’s cock and he tugs down from the base, reminding Sehun of how hard he is, how much he needs to get off. He whimpers, knees sliding further apart in the sheets. Two fingers becomes three, the stretch burning a little, but Luhan takes the edge off by cupping Sehun’s balls, kneading them softly as Sehun gets used to it.
Sehun hums and leans his weight back just a bit, gasping when Luhan begins thrusting his fingers in and out leisurely. It’s too slow and his cock is throbbing and he knows asking Luhan to go faster won’t help. It never does.
The hand on his balls moves back to Sehun’s cock, softly stroking from base to tip, thumb pushing on the head hard enough for a moan to slip through. “You’re so wet,” Luhan croons and Sehun feels the heat of embarrassment rush through him, staining his neck and face in pink.
Sehun’s all but forgotten this was supposed to be a new thing when Luhan dribbles more lube down his crack and smears it over his pinky, letting it slide inside Sehun’s ass with the others. They’ve sort of done this before, but Sehun came so hard he nearly blacked out. This time, Luhan has a hold on Sehun’s cock so tight around the base that he can’t come.
All the wants to do is move, rock his hips against Luhan’s fingers until he explodes, but Luhan isn’t having any of that. Sehun bites his lip, squeezes his eyes shut and tries to think about anything other than the delicious way Luhan is pressing against his prostate and the way his cock jerks in his grip at the slightest movement.
“How much do you think you can take?” Luhan asks, and Sehun twists his head so he can see Luhan’s face. He’s staring down where he has four fingers shoved up Sehun’s ass and Sehun jerks forward when he feels the pad of Luhan’s thumb now skimming so close to his entrance. “Sehun-ah, will you let hyung fist you?”
“Oh god,” Sehun moans, face dropping back into the pillow. Luhan talking about himself in third person always precipitates the best sex because he’s so turned on that he eventually snaps and Sehun is always the one who reaps most of the benefits. So when he says yes, it’s partially because he knows it’s going to culminate into something mind-blowing, but mostly it’s because he trusts Luhan completely.
Luhan’s fingers curve and Sehun’s thighs are shaking when he feels his rim stretching, thumb pushing through to join the rest. The resulting stretch isn’t as painful as he’d been prepared for, but when Luhan keeps going, lightly thrusting all five digits further and further until they finally sink past the last knuckle of his thumb, he can feel it all the way down to his toes. It stings, but it’s tolerable, lube now dripping everywhere. Sehun breathes in through his nose and out of his mouth, hands gripped so tight in the sheets that his knuckles are white. He’s never felt so full in his life and he can’t help clenching down, moaning from how good it feels.
“You look so pretty like this. You can move if you want.”
And Sehun does.
Sehun pushes back and then rocks forward, uncaring of how desperate he appears. Luhan’s fingers curl and Sehun gasps, his knees spreading even further apart. His cock head brushes the bed now and he’s so sensitive that it almost hurts.
Luhan leans down and kisses across Sehun’s back before resting his just to the left of his spine. “Relax,” he whispers.
And then Sehun feels it, feels the way Luhan’s fingers are curving, pressing against his walls. He inhales sharply as his body opens to accommodate the intrusion. He breathes through it, sweat dripping down his neck as Luhan balls his hand into a fist inside him. It hurts. It hurts and oh, that safeword is right there, but Sehun lets it settle, holds still until the burning around his rim dulls. The first slide of Luhan’s fist has him gasping for air, mostly in surprise because it doesn’t suck.
“Why is my Sehun so quiet?” Luhan asks. “Let hyung hear how much you like his hand up your ass.”
Sehun stifles a dry sob in the pillow, refusing to make any other sounds. He may be riding high on the pleasure, but he still possesses enough sense to not want to draw enough attention to have anyone walk through that door.
Luhan releases his cock and Sehun has this fleeting thought that he might actually try to fit that hand in too, but it leaves as soon as it’s formed. Instead, Luhan digs fingers into his side, right where he’s most ticklish. Sehun chokes, moaning from the way Luhan twists his fist inside him and the drag from where he tries to move away. It happens again and Sehun snorts in his laughter, entire body going rigid. It presses Luhan’s fist hard against his prostate and Sehun’s laugh cracks, breathing heavy as he tries to calm down.
Sehun officially hates Luhan.
His entire body attempts to curve away from the tickling while he still fucks himself on Luhan’s fist. At this point he forgets that he’s supposed to be quiet, calling out Luhan’s name with each moan. He feels breathless, on the edge without enough to topple him over. By the time Luhan gets a hand on Sehun’s dick, it’s a few simple strokes before he’s spilling all over Luhan and the sheets. His vision goes dark around the edges and his hips jerk back and forth until he can’t move. His entire body is buzzing and he can’t come up with a single reason as to why they haven’t done this before.
Sehun whimpers when Luhan very slowly stretches out his fingers and pulls his hand out of him, muscles contracting around air. And then he’s turned, carefully, onto his back so see Luhan hovering over him, eyes dark and hands fumbling with the button on his pants. Sehun takes over for him, pulling Luhan’s cock out enough to jerk him off fast and hard. He collapses entirely on Sehun when he comes, grinding the rest of his orgasm out against Sehun’s belly with breathy little moans.
“Hyung?” Sehun whispers a minute later, after he can finally breathe again.
“Shhh.”
“But -” Sehun’s cut off with Luhan’s hand over his mouth and it takes a moment for him to wonder which hand he’s using because it’s on his mouth. Gross. Now he needs to rinse with mouthwash and shower.