oops this got a lil sehun-centric but there's plenty of tao in there too. no warnings but the prompt i think...
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Sehun sits back on his heels, hands on his thighs, to admire his progress. Zitao is blindfolded, wrists lashed to the bedframe above his head, belly button stud catching light as his chest and stomach heave with urgent breaths. His cock curves up almost to his abs, purple-headed and glistening. Sehun’s had him there for twenty five minutes, his glance at the clock tells him. Sehun himself had jerked off onto him in the first ten, knowing it would take the edge off but he’d still be good to go within a half hour. With Zitao, he hadn’t been so generous. Not with Sir watching.
They don’t get many nights together, all three. Sir intended to make it count. Sehun’s not sure who’s being rewarded here, but he’d been given Zitao as a toy for the night. He came with the condition that he can do anything he likes, except Zitao’s orgasms still come only with Sir’s permission, as they usually do. Like Sehun’s usually do too, except for tonight.
So Sehun has plans.
Sehun groans with delight at the sight before him, Tao’s toned thighs split around Sehun, elegant mouth slightly parted and upper lip beginning to bead with sweat. He arches his back with it, knowing Sir is watching. He hopes he looks fuckable; he wants to fuck his plaything, but he also wants to feel’s Sir’s lips on his neck, his cock stretching his ass out.
“Does he look delicious?” Sir murmurs, his voice coming warm from the chair by the desk.
Sehun licks his lips and nods, dragging his eyes up Zitao, who is under strict orders not to speak except to safeword. He’s been good so far, held himself back to just bitten-back whimpers and sobs as Sehun had covered his chest and belly in hot wax, picked it clean, and let his mouth wander over Zitao’s skin as he jerked himself off on Zitao’s stomach under Sir’s watch.
“Do you want to taste him?” Sir suggests, a laugh in his voice. Sehun can hear the way he’s speaking out of the side of his mouth a bit, pushing his lips out, whatever it is- Sehun can hear it in his voice, and when he turns around, sure enough, Sir’s eyes are glistening with mischief and desire, mouth pulled into a smirk-pout.
Sehun smiles at him and dips down, licking a stripe up Zitao’s cock. Zitao whimpers, cock twitching under Sehun’s attentive mouth; the two of of them are too big for the bed, really, and when Zitao kicks in helpless expression of arousal, his feet meet the baseboard heavily. Sehun laughs against his thin skin, sucking a path up the side, tongue pressing a vein down. He hums throatily as he gets to the head and tastes precome, wrapping his mouth around it to suck out whatever he can.
His lips come free with a pop and as he moves back to the base, hands moving to flick one at one of Zitao’s nipples and one of his own, rubbing gently. He’s hard again himself by now, and is thinking about fucking Zitao. The trouble with that is that if he comes again he might be too tired to come for a while after that, and just because he’ll be finished doesn’t mean his Sir will be. He kisses up Zitao’s cock again, feeling his abs flutter, and then bites gently up his belly and chest for a kiss, cocks dragging together. Zitao groans and Sehun kisses deeper, fucking Zitao’s own flavour in with his tongue; Zitao sucks eagerly, lifting his hips hopefully, appealing to one of them of both.
Sehun pulls back with a grin, dropping little pecks as he speaks. Zitao smiles back as if he can feel Sehun’s smile. “You wanna get fucked?” Sehun murmurs, sucking on Zitao’s lower lip.
Zitao nods, spreading his legs.
“Just for the feeling of getting fucked?” Sehun whispers, rubbing it in. He knows what he likes when he’s in Tao’s position, and knows how alike their tastes are in that regard; his boyfriend loves the humiliation of being reminded how much he craves cock. “Not even allowed to come, just wants to feel full, doesn’t he…”
Zitao grins from under the blindfold, rolling his head back and arching.
“Sir, I’m gonna let my toy have my cock in him,” Sehun announces proudly, excited by his opportunity to make it a statement and not a request. “I’m gonna come inside him. I’m gonna watch my come drip out of his ass and he won’t be able to come till you say so.”
“Mmm,” Sir agrees in a quiet purr. He’s leaning on one hand now, rubbing himself through his fly.
Sehun nips Zitao’s throat, tweaking his nipple playfully, and stands to get the lube. He works it from a dense cream to warm and slick as he settles back between Zitao’s legs as Zitao bends at the knee, opening for him; he reaches up to loop one clean finger through the O-ring on Zitao’s collar and pulls it taunt as he teases his rim, feeling Zitao exhale a soft moan. “That’s right,” Sehun murmurs, pushing inside. Sir has been keeping them both on a strict regimen of fucking themselves with a dildo on days when when they can’t come over to be fucked by Sir for real, so it doesn’t take much to open either of them up these days; even tight from arousal, Zitao’s ass can take two fingers right from the start. Sehun scissors, focused more on getting inside him than on pleasing him.
“Is he almost there?” Sir interrupts as Sehun watches his fingers vanish into Zitao’s immaculately waxed ass.
“Um, not really,” Sehun says. “Only two fingers. It would hurt.”
Sir chuckles. “Okay, so let it hurt.”
Sehun’s cock throbs, and so does Zitao’s, even as Zitao whines desperately and yanks at his wrist cuffs.
Sehun rubs more warm lube down his cock and holds Zitao open by the back of the knee with his clean hand.
Lined up and ready, he pauses, remembering his manners. “Thank you for letting me fuck this toy tonight, sir,” he says, and his Sir hums warmly.
“Start,” he says, starting to walk to the bed, and Sehun pushes in obediently. He goes slow, lets Zitao’s whines catch in his throat as his ass twitches closed around Sehun’s cock, but Sehun pushes and pushes, and bottoms out whispering apologies and praise into Zitao’s neck just like Sir does to him.
There’s a hand in his hair, delicate, elegant. Sehun leans back into it, fucking Zitao shallowly, feeling him relax as he goes. Zitao’s cock is still hard between them, and Sehun gives it a playful flick just to feel Zitao sob and tense.
“Getting sadistic,” Sir laughs, and Sehun and Zitao both chuckle back tensely, their minds on other things. “So cute. You know what this boy loves and you’re gonna give it to him, right?”
“Mmhmm,” Sehun hums, keeping his pace as a hand wanders down his back and chills break out over his body.
“And what does he like?”
Zitao rolls his hips hard. “Pain and getting filled with cock, Sir.”
Sehun’s ass clenched hard as his dick throbs inside Zitao; he wonders if Zitao could feel it. “Oh God,” he hisses, leaning forward and pistoning his hips as Sir’s hand creeps down his spine and to his tailbone. “Yeah. Yes, sir. I love pain and I love being filled with cock-”
“Yes you do, pet,” Sir hums thoughtfully. The hand’s gone for a moment and there’s a wet sound; a finger being licked. Then that finger is up Sehun’s ass all the way to the knuckle, and Sehun whines as he finds himself pressing back down on it mid-thrust.
“Oh, fuck, Joonmyeon!” he pants as his hips start up againt, but then the finger is gone and a hand in his hair drags him back and away from Zitao, cock slipping out, eyes tipped towards the ceiling.
“Oh, shit, I’m sorry, I’m sorry Sir-” Sehun babbles, and Tao groans, twists against his bondage, rocks his hips like he’ll be able to find a cock and get it back inside him if he wiggles enough.
“I’m going to have to punish you for that,” Sir reminds him, and Sehun swallows hard, eyes already brimming with tears from the shock, the hair pulling, and regret.
“I know, I know sir-”
“You ruined Zitao’s reward.”
“I ruined-?”
“I promised him this weekend with all our attention if he was good for me this week and managed to get his biggest dildo all the way in, and you ruined it. Now I’m going to have to punish you and he’ll only get one dom tonight.”
Zitao groans, biting his lip. Sehun’s cock twitches against the cool air. Sir tugs at his hair hard and he leans with it, following his grip and obeying as Sir says, “Get on the floor.”
Sehun does, looking up at the bed with full, damp eyes. Sir isn’t even looking at him. He’s pumping two fingers in and out of Zitao, who’s gasping and squirming and panting as Sir presses right against his spot.
Sehun’s ass clenches hungrily, jealous.
“Poor pretty pet,” Sir coos at Zitao. “My poor, poor baby, didn’t do anything wrong, was so good all week and all night, and has to wait one more day for his reward,”
Zitao preens, grinning as he arches, stretching his toned abs and bouncing his cock into the air.
“I’m gonna get you a vibrator to keep you full up and entertained while I punish that dirty thing on the floor. Do you want that?”
Zitao sucks on his lips, rolling.
“You can speak.”
“-Sir I’ve been on the edge for ages and I didn’t come all week can instead my reward be-”
“Shut up. I’ll get two vibrators, one to keep your ass full and horny and one to shut you up.”
Zitao’s mouth closes with an audible “whomp”.
It takes Sir a minute to find appropriately-sized toys from his expensive and sizable collection, but no time at all is wasted in setting them up. The big goes in Zitao’s ass and is cranked on, knocking one final howl out of him before Sir pushes the second, smaller toy into his mouth and says, “Suck on it like it was my cock. Show some gratitude for those toys and I won’t punish you for being greedy.”
Zitao whimpers, wriggles, twists. Sir gives him a smack to the thigh.
“Alright, good. And now this one,” he says, turning to Sehun on the floor. Sehun sits up straigh, spreads his knees, tries to look presentable and eager. “Needs to be reminded of his place, too. Calling me that name instead of a real title.”
Sehun sniffs hard and whispers another tight, “I’m sorry.”
“Of course you are,” Sir says, his voice as warm as ever as he reaches for his belt buckle and slips the leather out of the loops.
i love that the whole setup was a reward for tao for being good. the part where he preens is just perfect- very tao. i also liked the part where sehun got excited about being able to state that he was going to fuck tao. that was cute.
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Sehun sits back on his heels, hands on his thighs, to admire his progress. Zitao is blindfolded, wrists lashed to the bedframe above his head, belly button stud catching light as his chest and stomach heave with urgent breaths. His cock curves up almost to his abs, purple-headed and glistening. Sehun’s had him there for twenty five minutes, his glance at the clock tells him. Sehun himself had jerked off onto him in the first ten, knowing it would take the edge off but he’d still be good to go within a half hour. With Zitao, he hadn’t been so generous. Not with Sir watching.
They don’t get many nights together, all three. Sir intended to make it count. Sehun’s not sure who’s being rewarded here, but he’d been given Zitao as a toy for the night. He came with the condition that he can do anything he likes, except Zitao’s orgasms still come only with Sir’s permission, as they usually do. Like Sehun’s usually do too, except for tonight.
So Sehun has plans.
Sehun groans with delight at the sight before him, Tao’s toned thighs split around Sehun, elegant mouth slightly parted and upper lip beginning to bead with sweat. He arches his back with it, knowing Sir is watching. He hopes he looks fuckable; he wants to fuck his plaything, but he also wants to feel’s Sir’s lips on his neck, his cock stretching his ass out.
“Does he look delicious?” Sir murmurs, his voice coming warm from the chair by the desk.
Sehun licks his lips and nods, dragging his eyes up Zitao, who is under strict orders not to speak except to safeword. He’s been good so far, held himself back to just bitten-back whimpers and sobs as Sehun had covered his chest and belly in hot wax, picked it clean, and let his mouth wander over Zitao’s skin as he jerked himself off on Zitao’s stomach under Sir’s watch.
“Do you want to taste him?” Sir suggests, a laugh in his voice. Sehun can hear the way he’s speaking out of the side of his mouth a bit, pushing his lips out, whatever it is- Sehun can hear it in his voice, and when he turns around, sure enough, Sir’s eyes are glistening with mischief and desire, mouth pulled into a smirk-pout.
Sehun smiles at him and dips down, licking a stripe up Zitao’s cock. Zitao whimpers, cock twitching under Sehun’s attentive mouth; the two of of them are too big for the bed, really, and when Zitao kicks in helpless expression of arousal, his feet meet the baseboard heavily. Sehun laughs against his thin skin, sucking a path up the side, tongue pressing a vein down. He hums throatily as he gets to the head and tastes precome, wrapping his mouth around it to suck out whatever he can.
His lips come free with a pop and as he moves back to the base, hands moving to flick one at one of Zitao’s nipples and one of his own, rubbing gently. He’s hard again himself by now, and is thinking about fucking Zitao. The trouble with that is that if he comes again he might be too tired to come for a while after that, and just because he’ll be finished doesn’t mean his Sir will be. He kisses up Zitao’s cock again, feeling his abs flutter, and then bites gently up his belly and chest for a kiss, cocks dragging together. Zitao groans and Sehun kisses deeper, fucking Zitao’s own flavour in with his tongue; Zitao sucks eagerly, lifting his hips hopefully, appealing to one of them of both.
Sehun pulls back with a grin, dropping little pecks as he speaks. Zitao smiles back as if he can feel Sehun’s smile. “You wanna get fucked?” Sehun murmurs, sucking on Zitao’s lower lip.
Zitao nods, spreading his legs.
“Just for the feeling of getting fucked?” Sehun whispers, rubbing it in. He knows what he likes when he’s in Tao’s position, and knows how alike their tastes are in that regard; his boyfriend loves the humiliation of being reminded how much he craves cock. “Not even allowed to come, just wants to feel full, doesn’t he…”
Zitao grins from under the blindfold, rolling his head back and arching.
Sehun chuckles and kisses his cheek.
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“Mmm,” Sir agrees in a quiet purr. He’s leaning on one hand now, rubbing himself through his fly.
Sehun nips Zitao’s throat, tweaking his nipple playfully, and stands to get the lube. He works it from a dense cream to warm and slick as he settles back between Zitao’s legs as Zitao bends at the knee, opening for him; he reaches up to loop one clean finger through the O-ring on Zitao’s collar and pulls it taunt as he teases his rim, feeling Zitao exhale a soft moan. “That’s right,” Sehun murmurs, pushing inside. Sir has been keeping them both on a strict regimen of fucking themselves with a dildo on days when when they can’t come over to be fucked by Sir for real, so it doesn’t take much to open either of them up these days; even tight from arousal, Zitao’s ass can take two fingers right from the start. Sehun scissors, focused more on getting inside him than on pleasing him.
“Is he almost there?” Sir interrupts as Sehun watches his fingers vanish into Zitao’s immaculately waxed ass.
“Um, not really,” Sehun says. “Only two fingers. It would hurt.”
Sir chuckles. “Okay, so let it hurt.”
Sehun’s cock throbs, and so does Zitao’s, even as Zitao whines desperately and yanks at his wrist cuffs.
Sehun rubs more warm lube down his cock and holds Zitao open by the back of the knee with his clean hand.
Lined up and ready, he pauses, remembering his manners. “Thank you for letting me fuck this toy tonight, sir,” he says, and his Sir hums warmly.
“Start,” he says, starting to walk to the bed, and Sehun pushes in obediently. He goes slow, lets Zitao’s whines catch in his throat as his ass twitches closed around Sehun’s cock, but Sehun pushes and pushes, and bottoms out whispering apologies and praise into Zitao’s neck just like Sir does to him.
There’s a hand in his hair, delicate, elegant. Sehun leans back into it, fucking Zitao shallowly, feeling him relax as he goes. Zitao’s cock is still hard between them, and Sehun gives it a playful flick just to feel Zitao sob and tense.
“Getting sadistic,” Sir laughs, and Sehun and Zitao both chuckle back tensely, their minds on other things. “So cute. You know what this boy loves and you’re gonna give it to him, right?”
“Mmhmm,” Sehun hums, keeping his pace as a hand wanders down his back and chills break out over his body.
“And what does he like?”
Zitao rolls his hips hard. “Pain and getting filled with cock, Sir.”
“Right. And you do too, don’t you?”
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Sehun’s ass clenched hard as his dick throbs inside Zitao; he wonders if Zitao could feel it. “Oh God,” he hisses, leaning forward and pistoning his hips as Sir’s hand creeps down his spine and to his tailbone. “Yeah. Yes, sir. I love pain and I love being filled with cock-”
“Yes you do, pet,” Sir hums thoughtfully. The hand’s gone for a moment and there’s a wet sound; a finger being licked. Then that finger is up Sehun’s ass all the way to the knuckle, and Sehun whines as he finds himself pressing back down on it mid-thrust.
“Oh, fuck, Joonmyeon!” he pants as his hips start up againt, but then the finger is gone and a hand in his hair drags him back and away from Zitao, cock slipping out, eyes tipped towards the ceiling.
“Oh, shit, I’m sorry, I’m sorry Sir-” Sehun babbles, and Tao groans, twists against his bondage, rocks his hips like he’ll be able to find a cock and get it back inside him if he wiggles enough.
“I’m going to have to punish you for that,” Sir reminds him, and Sehun swallows hard, eyes already brimming with tears from the shock, the hair pulling, and regret.
“I know, I know sir-”
“You ruined Zitao’s reward.”
“I ruined-?”
“I promised him this weekend with all our attention if he was good for me this week and managed to get his biggest dildo all the way in, and you ruined it. Now I’m going to have to punish you and he’ll only get one dom tonight.”
Zitao groans, biting his lip. Sehun’s cock twitches against the cool air. Sir tugs at his hair hard and he leans with it, following his grip and obeying as Sir says, “Get on the floor.”
Sehun does, looking up at the bed with full, damp eyes. Sir isn’t even looking at him. He’s pumping two fingers in and out of Zitao, who’s gasping and squirming and panting as Sir presses right against his spot.
Sehun’s ass clenches hungrily, jealous.
“Poor pretty pet,” Sir coos at Zitao. “My poor, poor baby, didn’t do anything wrong, was so good all week and all night, and has to wait one more day for his reward,”
Zitao preens, grinning as he arches, stretching his toned abs and bouncing his cock into the air.
“I’m gonna get you a vibrator to keep you full up and entertained while I punish that dirty thing on the floor. Do you want that?”
Zitao sucks on his lips, rolling.
“You can speak.”
“-Sir I’ve been on the edge for ages and I didn’t come all week can instead my reward be-”
“Shut up. I’ll get two vibrators, one to keep your ass full and horny and one to shut you up.”
Zitao’s mouth closes with an audible “whomp”.
It takes Sir a minute to find appropriately-sized toys from his expensive and sizable collection, but no time at all is wasted in setting them up. The big goes in Zitao’s ass and is cranked on, knocking one final howl out of him before Sir pushes the second, smaller toy into his mouth and says, “Suck on it like it was my cock. Show some gratitude for those toys and I won’t punish you for being greedy.”
Zitao whimpers, wriggles, twists. Sir gives him a smack to the thigh.
“Alright, good. And now this one,” he says, turning to Sehun on the floor. Sehun sits up straigh, spreads his knees, tries to look presentable and eager. “Needs to be reminded of his place, too. Calling me that name instead of a real title.”
Sehun sniffs hard and whispers another tight, “I’m sorry.”
“Of course you are,” Sir says, his voice as warm as ever as he reaches for his belt buckle and slips the leather out of the loops.
“But not as sorry as you’re about to be.”
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i love that the whole setup was a reward for tao for being good. the part where he preens is just perfect- very tao. i also liked the part where sehun got excited about being able to state that he was going to fuck tao. that was cute.
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