[Advent] Day Ten - There's Always Time (For Sex)
Title: There's Always Time [For Sex]
For: a lovely anon
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jongin/Sehun
Length: 1600w
Summary: Focusing has become a problem now that Jongin and Sehun are inside each other's heads. (sidestory to the Sorcerers and Guardians and Dragons series)
There’s a maelstrom raging in the open training field; the professor boxed off the area and filled it with water for Sehun a while ago. It’s been going strong for a solid half an hour and Jongin can see the sweat dripping down Sehun’s face and neck, and if Sehun weren’t so high up on the platform and Jongin down on the ground just outside, Jongin would have him pinned beneath him in a moment.
Sehun gasps at the series of images that run through Jongin’s mind and the maelstrom weakens, water beginning to pour back into the center. Jongin doesn’t mean to distract him, but they haven’t yet figured out how to switch off the mental connection between each other and every whim and fancy Jongin has now dances through Sehun’s mind too. It’s a little scary knowing that Sehun is now aware of how very much Jongin wants him at all times of the day, but the fear is quenched when he feels that desire aimed back at him, Sehun trying to hold it at bay and usually failing.
But now is not the time and Jongin has to fight against his bond to quell the thoughts, push away memories of their first night together after their second bond took hold. It's a difficult thing to do and Jongin takes to concentrating on Sehun's own thoughts to get him through it - repeating the incantation that keeps his power centered, the air flowing in an almost visible tornado in the maelstrom to keep it going, currents whipping in a clash of water and wind. Jongin pulls at his own knowledge, now something of an amalgam of what Sehun knows and what Jongin's dredged up from the texts in the library when he was searching for the meaning behind their connection.
It pains Jongin to feel Sehun's exhaustion, his well of power tapped to the bottom and back as it was during their original bonding. And when he feels Sehun wavering, his grasp on it all slipping, Jongin reaches out with his mind and bolsters him, willing him his own strength until Sehun is back in control. His task in this exercise is to pull all the water into his tornado and while Jongin had thought it easy in the beginning, he's realizing how wrong he was. Keeping the maelstrom going is only the first step and Sehun isn't going to complete this even with Jongin aiding him. It's a test in futility at this point because Sehun simply isn't powerful enough - yet.
A slow trickle of water begins siphoning into the tornado and for a brief moment Jongin thinks he's actually going to make it. But then it all collapses, Sehun included and Jongin is teleporting up to his side in an instant, arms out to catch him. This earns him a stern look from the professor, which he returns because the assignment is over now that Sehun has nothing left to give. He's nearly unconscious and Jongin tries to hold back his irritation at Sehun for taking it this far, but it seems to slip through anyway. Sehun pushes at his chest with as much strength as he can muster, a smile on his face because he likes it when Jongin gets so protective that he even tries to save Sehun from himself.
"That was good for a first try."
Jongin has this urge to punch the professor right in the teeth, but he has to hold on to an amused Sehun instead.
"We'll try again in two days, so try to build your core until then."
"That was good for a first try," Jongin mocks in a nasally tone, kicking off his shoes hard enough for one to land near the basin of water on the other side of the room.
Sehun just sighs and flops on their bed, still thoroughly wiped out from classes and then the sudden test right after. Jongin joins him, crawling over Sehun and leaning down for a soft, lingering kiss. "You did so much better than good." Sehun hums lazily, dragging fingers through Jongin’s hair to hold him still, keep peppering sweet kisses across his lips.
“You need to stop,” Jongin mumbles, settling his weight on top of Sehun who spreads his legs to accommodate him. With Sehun wiped out from expending so much magic today, he needs to rest, build his strength like the professor instructed. Yet the things that flit through Sehun’s mind don’t fall under the category of sleeping although they do involve the bed. Jongin rests his forehead against Sehun’s and sighs. “Sleep,” he commands.
“Can’t,” Sehun answers, a little whine in his voice as he holds tighter to Jongin’s hair so he can’t move. “Wear me out.”
Jongin goes to protest, but Sehun shuts him up with another kiss, tugging him in more and keeping him in place with his thighs. It’s useless fighting against Sehun when he’s like this, especially when Jongin is aching to touch him all over. Sehun gives Jongin a smug, satisfied smile when Jongin pulls away enough to start peeling away clothing.
The robes are the first thing to go, Jongin trailing kisses down Sehun’s newly exposed chest as he unties the laces of his pants to shimmy them down after. Sehun shivers without anything to keep him warm and Jongin strips quickly before taking his place between his legs again. It’s with a pleased sigh that Sehun kisses Jongin again, humming when he parts Jongin’s lips with his tongue.
Jongin goes slow, hands running down Sehun’s sides and further as Sehun gasps and arches into his touch. The room is quiet and the bed creaks with their every move. Sehun whines when Jongin teases him with feather light trails of his fingertips, never quite going where Sehun wants and Jongin muffles his laughter in Sehun’s neck when he feels how frustrated he is.
Giving in is easy.
There’s a jar of lavender body oil (a product from their first time together when Sehun had frantically conjured it with a spell he learned years ago and never thought he’d have need of again) that Jongin dips his fingers in, taking care when he slips one digit inside Sehun’s body, followed by another when his mind presses against Jongin’s in demand. They do this so often that Sehun is already pliant, canting his hips up for as much as Jongin will give him as he holds on, stifles moans with his teeth secure in his bottom lip.
Jongin rocks into him easily, Sehun’s body drawing him in until he can’t go any further. Their bond always adds this extra element, almost as if they’re being guided by someone else’s hand because despite all intentions of keeping it languid and slow, this twinge of desperate need kicks in full force and everything else is secondary.
Sehun has both arms around Jongin’s neck, pushing at him until Jongin is sitting up with Sehun in his lap. Their kisses are sloppy, occasionally missing lips completely as Sehun speeds, thighs tight around Jongin’s legs and hands braced on Jongin’s knees. Sehun’s hips move on their own, a rhythm that depends on the way Jongin steadily thrusts to send Sehun up, sometimes high enough that only the tip of his cock is left holding Sehun open before he sinks back down.
Jongin can see himself through Sehun’s eyes, notice the things that Sehun picks up on - like how his eyes always linger on the strain of Jongin’s neck on every down thrust or how safe and protected he feels when Jongin keeps his hands around his waist. It also means that Sehun knows it drives Jongin crazy when he tilts his head back out of reach because all Jongin wants to do is nip along his jaw, press kisses across it and up to his mouth and he can’t get to it.
Sehun lets out a breathy laugh and Jongin retaliates with a hand around Sehun’s neck to pull him close enough to kiss him quiet.
The exertion takes its toll early on Sehun, reducing him to grinding his hips in circles on Jongin’s lap as he aches for release. Jongin lays him back on the bed and lets Sehun cling to him, panting in Jongin’s ear about how good he feels inside him with every drag of his cock. Jongin grabs for Sehun’s hand, lacing their fingers and holding tight as he speeds, hips snapping harder because Sehun wants him to.
Sehun’s climax rattles through him and into Jongin out of nowhere, sending them both reeling. Everything goes fuzzy and Sehun’s nails dig into the back of Jongin’s neck in an attempt to keep himself grounded. Wind whips through the room, knocking a few books over on the shelf and opening the curtains enough to let in a sliver of moonlight.
It’s Sehun who squeezes tight around Jongin’s arm to remind him to breathe and it all comes out with a whoosh, throat hoarse and body so utterly spent. He still manages to not collapse on top of Sehun, rolling on to his side after painstakingly pulling out of him because sensitive.
Jongin doesn’t need to say I love you because Sehun can hear it echoing in his mind, repeating it back to Jongin as he fits into his arms and tosses a leg over his hips. “Sleep,” Sehun commands this time and Jongin, as always, obeys.
For: a lovely anon
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jongin/Sehun
Length: 1600w
Summary: Focusing has become a problem now that Jongin and Sehun are inside each other's heads. (sidestory to the Sorcerers and Guardians and Dragons series)
There’s a maelstrom raging in the open training field; the professor boxed off the area and filled it with water for Sehun a while ago. It’s been going strong for a solid half an hour and Jongin can see the sweat dripping down Sehun’s face and neck, and if Sehun weren’t so high up on the platform and Jongin down on the ground just outside, Jongin would have him pinned beneath him in a moment.
Sehun gasps at the series of images that run through Jongin’s mind and the maelstrom weakens, water beginning to pour back into the center. Jongin doesn’t mean to distract him, but they haven’t yet figured out how to switch off the mental connection between each other and every whim and fancy Jongin has now dances through Sehun’s mind too. It’s a little scary knowing that Sehun is now aware of how very much Jongin wants him at all times of the day, but the fear is quenched when he feels that desire aimed back at him, Sehun trying to hold it at bay and usually failing.
But now is not the time and Jongin has to fight against his bond to quell the thoughts, push away memories of their first night together after their second bond took hold. It's a difficult thing to do and Jongin takes to concentrating on Sehun's own thoughts to get him through it - repeating the incantation that keeps his power centered, the air flowing in an almost visible tornado in the maelstrom to keep it going, currents whipping in a clash of water and wind. Jongin pulls at his own knowledge, now something of an amalgam of what Sehun knows and what Jongin's dredged up from the texts in the library when he was searching for the meaning behind their connection.
It pains Jongin to feel Sehun's exhaustion, his well of power tapped to the bottom and back as it was during their original bonding. And when he feels Sehun wavering, his grasp on it all slipping, Jongin reaches out with his mind and bolsters him, willing him his own strength until Sehun is back in control. His task in this exercise is to pull all the water into his tornado and while Jongin had thought it easy in the beginning, he's realizing how wrong he was. Keeping the maelstrom going is only the first step and Sehun isn't going to complete this even with Jongin aiding him. It's a test in futility at this point because Sehun simply isn't powerful enough - yet.
A slow trickle of water begins siphoning into the tornado and for a brief moment Jongin thinks he's actually going to make it. But then it all collapses, Sehun included and Jongin is teleporting up to his side in an instant, arms out to catch him. This earns him a stern look from the professor, which he returns because the assignment is over now that Sehun has nothing left to give. He's nearly unconscious and Jongin tries to hold back his irritation at Sehun for taking it this far, but it seems to slip through anyway. Sehun pushes at his chest with as much strength as he can muster, a smile on his face because he likes it when Jongin gets so protective that he even tries to save Sehun from himself.
"That was good for a first try."
Jongin has this urge to punch the professor right in the teeth, but he has to hold on to an amused Sehun instead.
"We'll try again in two days, so try to build your core until then."
"That was good for a first try," Jongin mocks in a nasally tone, kicking off his shoes hard enough for one to land near the basin of water on the other side of the room.
Sehun just sighs and flops on their bed, still thoroughly wiped out from classes and then the sudden test right after. Jongin joins him, crawling over Sehun and leaning down for a soft, lingering kiss. "You did so much better than good." Sehun hums lazily, dragging fingers through Jongin’s hair to hold him still, keep peppering sweet kisses across his lips.
“You need to stop,” Jongin mumbles, settling his weight on top of Sehun who spreads his legs to accommodate him. With Sehun wiped out from expending so much magic today, he needs to rest, build his strength like the professor instructed. Yet the things that flit through Sehun’s mind don’t fall under the category of sleeping although they do involve the bed. Jongin rests his forehead against Sehun’s and sighs. “Sleep,” he commands.
“Can’t,” Sehun answers, a little whine in his voice as he holds tighter to Jongin’s hair so he can’t move. “Wear me out.”
Jongin goes to protest, but Sehun shuts him up with another kiss, tugging him in more and keeping him in place with his thighs. It’s useless fighting against Sehun when he’s like this, especially when Jongin is aching to touch him all over. Sehun gives Jongin a smug, satisfied smile when Jongin pulls away enough to start peeling away clothing.
The robes are the first thing to go, Jongin trailing kisses down Sehun’s newly exposed chest as he unties the laces of his pants to shimmy them down after. Sehun shivers without anything to keep him warm and Jongin strips quickly before taking his place between his legs again. It’s with a pleased sigh that Sehun kisses Jongin again, humming when he parts Jongin’s lips with his tongue.
Jongin goes slow, hands running down Sehun’s sides and further as Sehun gasps and arches into his touch. The room is quiet and the bed creaks with their every move. Sehun whines when Jongin teases him with feather light trails of his fingertips, never quite going where Sehun wants and Jongin muffles his laughter in Sehun’s neck when he feels how frustrated he is.
Giving in is easy.
There’s a jar of lavender body oil (a product from their first time together when Sehun had frantically conjured it with a spell he learned years ago and never thought he’d have need of again) that Jongin dips his fingers in, taking care when he slips one digit inside Sehun’s body, followed by another when his mind presses against Jongin’s in demand. They do this so often that Sehun is already pliant, canting his hips up for as much as Jongin will give him as he holds on, stifles moans with his teeth secure in his bottom lip.
Jongin rocks into him easily, Sehun’s body drawing him in until he can’t go any further. Their bond always adds this extra element, almost as if they’re being guided by someone else’s hand because despite all intentions of keeping it languid and slow, this twinge of desperate need kicks in full force and everything else is secondary.
Sehun has both arms around Jongin’s neck, pushing at him until Jongin is sitting up with Sehun in his lap. Their kisses are sloppy, occasionally missing lips completely as Sehun speeds, thighs tight around Jongin’s legs and hands braced on Jongin’s knees. Sehun’s hips move on their own, a rhythm that depends on the way Jongin steadily thrusts to send Sehun up, sometimes high enough that only the tip of his cock is left holding Sehun open before he sinks back down.
Jongin can see himself through Sehun’s eyes, notice the things that Sehun picks up on - like how his eyes always linger on the strain of Jongin’s neck on every down thrust or how safe and protected he feels when Jongin keeps his hands around his waist. It also means that Sehun knows it drives Jongin crazy when he tilts his head back out of reach because all Jongin wants to do is nip along his jaw, press kisses across it and up to his mouth and he can’t get to it.
Sehun lets out a breathy laugh and Jongin retaliates with a hand around Sehun’s neck to pull him close enough to kiss him quiet.
The exertion takes its toll early on Sehun, reducing him to grinding his hips in circles on Jongin’s lap as he aches for release. Jongin lays him back on the bed and lets Sehun cling to him, panting in Jongin’s ear about how good he feels inside him with every drag of his cock. Jongin grabs for Sehun’s hand, lacing their fingers and holding tight as he speeds, hips snapping harder because Sehun wants him to.
Sehun’s climax rattles through him and into Jongin out of nowhere, sending them both reeling. Everything goes fuzzy and Sehun’s nails dig into the back of Jongin’s neck in an attempt to keep himself grounded. Wind whips through the room, knocking a few books over on the shelf and opening the curtains enough to let in a sliver of moonlight.
It’s Sehun who squeezes tight around Jongin’s arm to remind him to breathe and it all comes out with a whoosh, throat hoarse and body so utterly spent. He still manages to not collapse on top of Sehun, rolling on to his side after painstakingly pulling out of him because sensitive.
Jongin doesn’t need to say I love you because Sehun can hear it echoing in his mind, repeating it back to Jongin as he fits into his arms and tosses a leg over his hips. “Sleep,” Sehun commands this time and Jongin, as always, obeys.