not all that glitters is gold (sometimes, it’s even better)
not all that glitters is gold (sometimes, it’s even better)
nc-17; pwp; luhan/jongin; 3,450w
summary: in celebration of their successful heist, jongin thinks fucking luhan atop the huge loot of gold bars they obtained is a rather befitting congratulatory gift for himself. luhan, though, has a better idea in mind.
warning: gun play
a/n: inspired by this gif + bullied by this person (again!!!!) to write her lukai pwp. so, yeah. I AM SO THROUGH WITH MY LIFE RN. /SO THROUGH/. /o\
when luhan sees jongin comfortably sitting atop the neatly piled gold bars, looking every bit like the pleased lawbreaker that he is as he continuously sweeps his gaze over the large haul of loot they managed to take from their heist earlier, luhan suddenly remembers the exact reason why he’s always been so adamant about not letting jongin be involved in any kind of job entrusted to him.
luhan likes to believe that his reluctance to be partnered with jongin has something to do with the latter’s sick fondness for everything dangerous and life-threatening, one that pushes him even closer to the brink of death considering the kind of lifestyle they already have. jongin has always been the infamous daredevil of the group, so recklessly bold and impulsive with no apparent care for whatever consequences his actions may bring, and luhan knows from experience that it’s that kind of rash attitude that usually causes trouble for the whole family. it is partially the same reason why luhan thinks it’s only sensible to stay as far away as possible from kim jongin.
that, and the fact that jongin’s presence is detrimental to luhan’s already crumbling self-control.
jongin shifts from his earlier position and, from where he’s currently standing, luhan can clearly see the ripple of muscles underneath tanned skin even just from jongin’s slightest movement. he picks up a piece of gold bar, turning it this way and that, feeling its heaviness under his grasp, and luhan can’t help but stare at those hands as he watches all of this with a different kind of interest. jongin grazes his fingers along the gold bar’s edges and luhan finds himself following those little movements with his eyes, taking in every single glide and stroke of his digits against the metal’s smooth surface.
“i didn’t know my fingers fascinate you that much, hyung.”
upon hearing jongin’s voice, luhan snaps out of his reverie and lifts his gaze, immediately catching jongin looking intently in his direction. there is something akin to amusement and curiosity dancing in jongin’s eyes, a haughty smirk playing on his lips, and it takes everything in luhan to stop himself from stomping his way towards jongin so he can wipe that smirk off of his face (preferably with his mouth).
luhan scoffs, trying to brush aside the fact that he was just caught unabashedly gawking at jongin’s hands by jongin himself. “they don’t.” when jongin only raises an eyebrow at him though, that same smirk irking the hell out of luhan, he continues, “don’t kid yourself, kim jongin. you’re not even that attractive to begin with.”
“well, i don’t ever recall saying that i am but,” jongin props his cheek on his elbow, a lazy grin now appearing on his face. luhan desperately tries to ignore the gnawing urge to stop his heart from beating so fucking loud and fast. “i really can’t say the same to you, hyung.”
it takes a moment before jongin’s words finally sink in and, immediately, luhan chokes out a surprised, “what?”
“you’re really attractive,” jongin drawls out slowly, as though doing so would aid luhan in comprehending such sudden confessions. it does for a while, until luhan remembers that this is exactly the reason why he never wants to be in the same room as jongin in the first place - jongin just drives him nuts without even trying so damn hard. “i’ve been wanting to get into your pants ever since we first met, actually.”
luhan thinks it's so unfair - so fucking unfair - how jongin can offhandedly say something like that and not wonder, even for a second, how it can affect luhan; how jongin can be his little infuriating dense self and still turn luhan into a mess of conflicted emotions even with the most half-assed smile plastered on his face; how jongin can still be so goddamn calm even after openly admitting his desire to fuck luhan, like it’s the most normal thing to say to someone while you’re technically still at work.
knowing jongin, it probably is (quite honestly, luhan wouldn’t be surprised if the same words have actually slipped past jongin’s lips on a daily basis). but luhan still finds it utterly ridiculous how jongin has managed to burrow himself so deep under luhan’s skin that it’s progressively getting harder to get through each day without thoughts of jongin and his stupid smirk and stupid face and stupid everything constantly bothering him.
it’s in this exact moment that a sudden realization hits luhan, the awful truth he’s been struggling to keep at bay now surfacing to the forefront of his mind: he has fallen into the trap - just like how everyone in the family does when it comes to jongin - and luhan just really wants to claw at his face right now because there is no way in hell this will end well on his part.
when luhan snaps himself back to focus, shoving these revelations into a figurative box and proceeds to shelf it into the back of his mind in the process, he notices jongin still contentedly perching in his faux throne of gold bars, still looking at him with a kind of intensity enough to send tingles down his spine, and luhan just finds it absolutely pathetic that he can’t really think straight right now.
luhan lets out a dry chuckle even though there really is nothing hilarious about his current situation. he idly wonders if this is how insanity begins. “you really are something, aren’t you?”
jongin quirks an eyebrow at that, and luhan instantly curbs the urge to scream because how in the world does jongin still have the audacity to act like he doesn’t know what he’s doing to luhan? slowly, luhan saunters his way over to jongin, taking each deliberate step with caution. the handgun tucked in the rear pocket of his pants pokes his lower back with every move he makes and it only takes luhan one quick movement to draw it out, his lips threatening to pull up into a smirk when he sees jongin suddenly taking a nervous gulp.
“you do things your own way and you say the most wicked things without even the slightest bit of hesitancy.” one, two, three steps. “you are shameless and blunt and unbelievably reckless all the time.” luhan holds the gun tight between his fingers. “you say you want to get into my pants, but all you do is sit there and act like you just fucking expect me to initiate things.”
“all words and no action,” luhan whispers, now leaning so close to jongin that their faces are almost touching. luhan’s breath fanned across jongin’s cheek as he spoke and something similar to sick satisfaction bloomed in his chest when jongin shivered. “that’s just awfully rude of you, don’t you think, jongin?”
luhan proceeds to trail the tip of the gun along one of jongin’s cheeks, reveling in the slightly audible gasp that he catches out of jongin as soon as the cold metal comes into contact with his warm skin. luhan thinks there is something incredibly arousing with the way jongin is looking at him right now, all guarded and careful, that sliver of terror still shining in his eyes despite his attempts to rein in his obvious fear. it’s quite an unusual sight to see and luhan takes a quick snapshot in his head just in case this exact moment never happens again (luhan secretly wishes it will, though).
“but i do hope you intend to follow through with that rather bold statement you said earlier,” luhan says, that tinge of anticipation in his voice further giving him away. by this time, the gun is already pressing hard under jongin’s chin and the mixed sensation of excitement and dread for his life is enough to make the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.
jongin has never seen this side of luhan, has never even imagined that luhan can be so daunting and dangerous when he looks anything but. in jongin’s defense though, with his sweet face and almost frail stature, luhan can easily fool anyone into believing that he’s nowhere near associated with a top secret organization of vile criminals in the country. jongin briefly wonders if this is the very reason why he’s attracted to luhan in the first place, pulled in by his deceptively innocent appearance despite knowing for a fact that anyone recruited by the family can’t possibly be that naive.
luhan then smirks and jongin feels something in him snap - he throws a breathy “fuck yes, i do” out there for luhan’s ears to catch before finally yanking him down with fingers tightly gripping the back of his head. the kiss is messy and rough and demanding, lips and tongues clashing together as they try to get as much of each other as possible. jongin can’t help but groan when luhan licks his way inside his mouth, jongin easily granting him access to accommodate luhan as he explores and tastes every nook and cranny.
this, luhan kissing him hot and hungry, soft lips clinging as they press against each other over and over again - this is exactly what jongin has been yearning for ever since his gaze fell on luhan during their first meeting, and he wants more, needs more of luhan to convince himself that this is really happening, that this is not just some figment of jongin’s very active imagination. just when jongin is about to pull luhan towards him, gathering him even closer in his arms, luhan suddenly pulls back, the gun now pressed against the left side of his chest, right where his heart is exactly located.
jongin is too immersed in the heady sensation of luhan’s lips on his own to even notice the spark of playfulness that flits across luhan’s expression and he faintly jerks in his seat when, all of a sudden, the coolness of the barrel seeps through his thin shirt, luhan dragging the gun down his chest with frustrating slowness.
“do you like this kind of thrill, jongin?” luhan asks and jongin has to swallow thickly as luhan pushes the gun even harder against his chest. “do you enjoy teasing the fuck out of me even though you know i can quickly kill you with just a pull of the trigger?”
jongin thinks he must be pretty crazy for even wanting to say yes, but with the way the feeling of exhilaration and terror pool in his belly, blending together and clouding the rational part of his brain, jongin just doesn’t really give a damn at this point.
“you do, don’t you?” luhan says, his words sounding more like a confident statement put together than a real question. jongin’s stomach clenches as luhan slips the gun under his shirt and, immediately, it brings a sadistic smirk to his face when jongin visibly shivers this time, the cool surface of the barrel leaving a burning sensation against his skin.
“i do,” jongin forces himself to bite out, trying to keep his voice steady as he speaks. he then allows a knowing smirk to tilt the ends of his lips and continues, “but i know you’re also enjoying it as much as i do, luhan.”
as though proving his point, jongin slides a thigh between luhan’s legs and grins as a low groan suddenly rips from his throat, the sound sending shivers dripping down jongin’s spine. it immensely pleases jongin that luhan finds their sick situation arousing just as much as he does but that brief moment of pleasure is instantly replaced with another tremble of fear when luhan lifts the gun before him, its tip now just mere inches away from his forehead.
“strip,” luhan orders and it takes quite a few seconds before that single word registers in jongin’s mind. when it does though, jongin just finds himself scrambling to pull his shirt over his head and his jeans down his hips along with his underwear, not wanting to risk angering luhan at this point. they may belong in the same organization but, really, there’s still no telling what luhan can do when he’s pissed off.
jongin can’t stop the moan that rumbles from his throat when luhan slowly drags the gun along his chest again, taking a torturously long time lavishing one hard nipple with too much attention before he goes and does the same with the other. jongin’s about to complain how luhan’s still fully clothed when he’s naked and bare but luhan suddenly kisses him, stealing his breath away with lips covering jongin’s own, and it feels so fucking amazing with luhan’s warm and slick curl of his tongue inside.
jongin’s not really sure what’s happening anymore, his mind reeling just from the wonderful thought that his fantasies are finally coming into fruition - one minute he’s fisting his hands on luhan’s shirt, tugging the latter closer and closer still until their mouths are open and licking and so damn right that jongin hears himself whimper, then the next jongin already finds himself lying atop the pile of gold bars he’s been sitting on earlier, luhan, now equally naked as he is, hovering over him, one hand still clutching the gun by jongin’s head while the other busily pumps their cocks together, making jongin writhe in pleasure with rough, erratic strokes.
luhan nips at jongin’s earlobe, before making his way down to his jaw, neck, and finally to his shoulder, teeth leaving blossoming spots of red in its wake. jongin likes it, likes the feeling of luhan’s sharp teeth on his body, likes the idea of luhan marking him, temporarily leaving just a little part of himself etched on jongin’s skin. there’s a strange feeling budding in jongin’s chest whenever he looks at luhan, one that jongin is sure he isn’t supposed to feel towards anyone in their circle, and jongin forcefully buries that part of him that hopes for this - whatever this is - to be anything but a one-time kind of thing.
when luhan abandons the gun entirely in favor of tweaking jongin’s left nipple while he drags the flat of his tongue over the other, jongin just breaks down and blurts out, “stop teasing the hell out of me and just fuck me!”
“just please-there’s a packet of lube in the right pocket of my pants-” when luhan lifts his head from jongin’s chest, an amused eyebrow arched and directed at him, jongin just groans in exasperation. “what now?”
“do i even want to know the reason why you have a packet of lube on your pocket while we’re out on a job? because i don’t think lube is exactly necessary when robbing a bank, jongin.”
jongin lets out a frustrated sigh. he just really wants this talk to end and the fucking to begin. “i told you, i’ve always wanted to get into your pants. just being prepared, is all.” jongin ends up mumbling that last part and now that he can actually hear himself say those words, jongin thinks it sounds horribly pathetic that he was actually hoping to get laid tonight after their job.
luhan doesn’t really seem to mind jongin’s bluntness though; he gives a hum of satisfaction at jongin’s reply and hastily scrambles to get the packet of lube in jongin’s pants pocket, returning a few seconds too quick to claim his earlier spot on top of jongin again. jongin has every intention of embarrassing the hell out of luhan, maybe slip in some biting remark about how luhan is obviously just as enthusiastic as jongin is at this very moment, but all thoughts slip right out of his mind when jongin feels luhan’s digit circling his entrance, slow and hesitant, before it finally pushes in. jongin lets out a low guttural moan from the sudden intrusion, sharp and strange for a moment, and the sound only seems to egg luhan on as he keeps on sliding one finger in and out, careful, so careful, and then two.
luhan nuzzles close to jongin’s side, a gesture so sweet and tender that jongin has a hard time deciding whether to grit out threats or cry out in pleasure. but then, he does cry out, shocked and jagged when he feels another finger pressing along the other two, three of his digits now crooking deliciously inside of him.
“fuck,” jongin gasps, another breath of air whooshing out of him as luhan pushes further inside, perfectly hitting the spot - right fucking there - over and over again. “please, luhan-”
and before jongin can even have the chance to tell luhan what he wants, luhan is already one step ahead, always one step ahead of him, pulling out his digits only to be replaced by the tip of his cock pressing against jongin’s entrance. luhan pushes in slowly and jongin’s mouth falls open, hands clawing at luhan’s back, fingers embedding angry red marks all over luhan’s ribs.
the gold bars underneath them are nowhere near comfortable for jongin, their edges digging quite painfully into his back with each luhan’s harsh thrusts of his hips, but jongin can’t seem to get himself to complain when he sees luhan above him, eyes glazed and breathing heavily, his lust-stricken face mirroring jongin’s own. luhan places a hand on jongin’s hip, steadying himself, before he thrusts all the way to the hilt, so sudden and violent that jongin’s eyes go blank and wide from the intense wave of pleasure that hits him.
“oh god-luhan. fuck, faster,” jongin huffs and luhan easily complies, setting a frenzied rhythm as he erratically slams inside jongin again and again, the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filling jongin’s ears.
luhan attaches his mouth on jongin’s neck, nibbling and kissing and sucking, hungry and needy at that, and jongin finds that he can’t breathe properly because a hand is suddenly wrapping itself around his cock, luhan finally touching jongin before he can even consider begging for it. hand cupping over jongin’s cock, luhan starts to pull, a frantic up and down, up and down, and it isn’t long before jongin finds himself going rigid, spine shivering as luhan continues pumping up against him, and he comes.
somewhere in the inhuman cry that rises from jongin’s throat is luhan and just the sound of his name slipping from jongin’s lips, breathy and satiated, and the tightening around his cock are enough to push luhan off the edge, body tensing as he gives in to completion. jongin holds him close all throughout, rubbing luhan’s shaking back as he rides out the force of his orgasm, and that same warm feeling blooming in his chest creeps up on him again.
luhan slowly slides out of jongin as soon as he catches his breath and doesn’t even think twice before collapsing on him, sleepy and exhausted. jongin doesn’t really have the heart to push luhan off of him, but still he pretends not to like the feeling of luhan’s body so close and radiating warmth, fingers feebly trying to shove luhan to the side.
“get off, hyung. you’re heavy,” jongin grumbles half-heartedly. luhan only grunts in response before wearily rolling himself to the side, depriving jongin of the warmth that he’s been quietly enjoying for quite a few seconds now. jongin just internally berates himself for even speaking.
the silence that hangs between them is not quite as awkward and stifling as he imagines it will be. it should’ve been like that, jongin thinks, an air of discomfort hovering over them after the realization of i’ve just had sex with another member of the group finally sets in, and jongin finds himself briefly wishing for that to happen because then luhan would definitely feel uneasy to be anywhere near jongin’s presence and jongin wouldn’t have to deal with these unexplainable feelings whenever luhan’s near, his heart threatening to jump out of his chest whenever luhan directs a smile at him-
“maybe we should work together on another job soon,” luhan muses out loud and jongin quickly whips his head to luhan’s side as soon as he realizes the implications of that statement. when luhan turns his head to take a quick glance at him, jongin doesn’t even try to look away, only holding his gaze as though everything he’s been trying to say can be conveyed with that simple gesture.
“yeah,” jongin belatedly responds, his brain finally kicking into gear. he grins, anticipation rolling off of him in waves, and jongin finds himself even more excited this time around, knowing that luhan is looking forward to working with him again in the near future.
jongin honestly can’t wait.
notes:
✧ um, i dont really write lukai so please excuse all the lameness of this fic. /o\ also, i'm always up for top!luhan anytime!
✧ like usual, please direct all your complaints to lisa because she’s entirely responsible for the existence of this fic, tyvm.
✧ comments are love. <3
nc-17; pwp; luhan/jongin; 3,450w
summary: in celebration of their successful heist, jongin thinks fucking luhan atop the huge loot of gold bars they obtained is a rather befitting congratulatory gift for himself. luhan, though, has a better idea in mind.
warning: gun play
a/n: inspired by this gif + bullied by this person (again!!!!) to write her lukai pwp. so, yeah. I AM SO THROUGH WITH MY LIFE RN. /SO THROUGH/. /o\
when luhan sees jongin comfortably sitting atop the neatly piled gold bars, looking every bit like the pleased lawbreaker that he is as he continuously sweeps his gaze over the large haul of loot they managed to take from their heist earlier, luhan suddenly remembers the exact reason why he’s always been so adamant about not letting jongin be involved in any kind of job entrusted to him.
luhan likes to believe that his reluctance to be partnered with jongin has something to do with the latter’s sick fondness for everything dangerous and life-threatening, one that pushes him even closer to the brink of death considering the kind of lifestyle they already have. jongin has always been the infamous daredevil of the group, so recklessly bold and impulsive with no apparent care for whatever consequences his actions may bring, and luhan knows from experience that it’s that kind of rash attitude that usually causes trouble for the whole family. it is partially the same reason why luhan thinks it’s only sensible to stay as far away as possible from kim jongin.
that, and the fact that jongin’s presence is detrimental to luhan’s already crumbling self-control.
jongin shifts from his earlier position and, from where he’s currently standing, luhan can clearly see the ripple of muscles underneath tanned skin even just from jongin’s slightest movement. he picks up a piece of gold bar, turning it this way and that, feeling its heaviness under his grasp, and luhan can’t help but stare at those hands as he watches all of this with a different kind of interest. jongin grazes his fingers along the gold bar’s edges and luhan finds himself following those little movements with his eyes, taking in every single glide and stroke of his digits against the metal’s smooth surface.
“i didn’t know my fingers fascinate you that much, hyung.”
upon hearing jongin’s voice, luhan snaps out of his reverie and lifts his gaze, immediately catching jongin looking intently in his direction. there is something akin to amusement and curiosity dancing in jongin’s eyes, a haughty smirk playing on his lips, and it takes everything in luhan to stop himself from stomping his way towards jongin so he can wipe that smirk off of his face (preferably with his mouth).
luhan scoffs, trying to brush aside the fact that he was just caught unabashedly gawking at jongin’s hands by jongin himself. “they don’t.” when jongin only raises an eyebrow at him though, that same smirk irking the hell out of luhan, he continues, “don’t kid yourself, kim jongin. you’re not even that attractive to begin with.”
“well, i don’t ever recall saying that i am but,” jongin props his cheek on his elbow, a lazy grin now appearing on his face. luhan desperately tries to ignore the gnawing urge to stop his heart from beating so fucking loud and fast. “i really can’t say the same to you, hyung.”
it takes a moment before jongin’s words finally sink in and, immediately, luhan chokes out a surprised, “what?”
“you’re really attractive,” jongin drawls out slowly, as though doing so would aid luhan in comprehending such sudden confessions. it does for a while, until luhan remembers that this is exactly the reason why he never wants to be in the same room as jongin in the first place - jongin just drives him nuts without even trying so damn hard. “i’ve been wanting to get into your pants ever since we first met, actually.”
luhan thinks it's so unfair - so fucking unfair - how jongin can offhandedly say something like that and not wonder, even for a second, how it can affect luhan; how jongin can be his little infuriating dense self and still turn luhan into a mess of conflicted emotions even with the most half-assed smile plastered on his face; how jongin can still be so goddamn calm even after openly admitting his desire to fuck luhan, like it’s the most normal thing to say to someone while you’re technically still at work.
knowing jongin, it probably is (quite honestly, luhan wouldn’t be surprised if the same words have actually slipped past jongin’s lips on a daily basis). but luhan still finds it utterly ridiculous how jongin has managed to burrow himself so deep under luhan’s skin that it’s progressively getting harder to get through each day without thoughts of jongin and his stupid smirk and stupid face and stupid everything constantly bothering him.
it’s in this exact moment that a sudden realization hits luhan, the awful truth he’s been struggling to keep at bay now surfacing to the forefront of his mind: he has fallen into the trap - just like how everyone in the family does when it comes to jongin - and luhan just really wants to claw at his face right now because there is no way in hell this will end well on his part.
when luhan snaps himself back to focus, shoving these revelations into a figurative box and proceeds to shelf it into the back of his mind in the process, he notices jongin still contentedly perching in his faux throne of gold bars, still looking at him with a kind of intensity enough to send tingles down his spine, and luhan just finds it absolutely pathetic that he can’t really think straight right now.
luhan lets out a dry chuckle even though there really is nothing hilarious about his current situation. he idly wonders if this is how insanity begins. “you really are something, aren’t you?”
jongin quirks an eyebrow at that, and luhan instantly curbs the urge to scream because how in the world does jongin still have the audacity to act like he doesn’t know what he’s doing to luhan? slowly, luhan saunters his way over to jongin, taking each deliberate step with caution. the handgun tucked in the rear pocket of his pants pokes his lower back with every move he makes and it only takes luhan one quick movement to draw it out, his lips threatening to pull up into a smirk when he sees jongin suddenly taking a nervous gulp.
“you do things your own way and you say the most wicked things without even the slightest bit of hesitancy.” one, two, three steps. “you are shameless and blunt and unbelievably reckless all the time.” luhan holds the gun tight between his fingers. “you say you want to get into my pants, but all you do is sit there and act like you just fucking expect me to initiate things.”
“all words and no action,” luhan whispers, now leaning so close to jongin that their faces are almost touching. luhan’s breath fanned across jongin’s cheek as he spoke and something similar to sick satisfaction bloomed in his chest when jongin shivered. “that’s just awfully rude of you, don’t you think, jongin?”
luhan proceeds to trail the tip of the gun along one of jongin’s cheeks, reveling in the slightly audible gasp that he catches out of jongin as soon as the cold metal comes into contact with his warm skin. luhan thinks there is something incredibly arousing with the way jongin is looking at him right now, all guarded and careful, that sliver of terror still shining in his eyes despite his attempts to rein in his obvious fear. it’s quite an unusual sight to see and luhan takes a quick snapshot in his head just in case this exact moment never happens again (luhan secretly wishes it will, though).
“but i do hope you intend to follow through with that rather bold statement you said earlier,” luhan says, that tinge of anticipation in his voice further giving him away. by this time, the gun is already pressing hard under jongin’s chin and the mixed sensation of excitement and dread for his life is enough to make the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.
jongin has never seen this side of luhan, has never even imagined that luhan can be so daunting and dangerous when he looks anything but. in jongin’s defense though, with his sweet face and almost frail stature, luhan can easily fool anyone into believing that he’s nowhere near associated with a top secret organization of vile criminals in the country. jongin briefly wonders if this is the very reason why he’s attracted to luhan in the first place, pulled in by his deceptively innocent appearance despite knowing for a fact that anyone recruited by the family can’t possibly be that naive.
luhan then smirks and jongin feels something in him snap - he throws a breathy “fuck yes, i do” out there for luhan’s ears to catch before finally yanking him down with fingers tightly gripping the back of his head. the kiss is messy and rough and demanding, lips and tongues clashing together as they try to get as much of each other as possible. jongin can’t help but groan when luhan licks his way inside his mouth, jongin easily granting him access to accommodate luhan as he explores and tastes every nook and cranny.
this, luhan kissing him hot and hungry, soft lips clinging as they press against each other over and over again - this is exactly what jongin has been yearning for ever since his gaze fell on luhan during their first meeting, and he wants more, needs more of luhan to convince himself that this is really happening, that this is not just some figment of jongin’s very active imagination. just when jongin is about to pull luhan towards him, gathering him even closer in his arms, luhan suddenly pulls back, the gun now pressed against the left side of his chest, right where his heart is exactly located.
jongin is too immersed in the heady sensation of luhan’s lips on his own to even notice the spark of playfulness that flits across luhan’s expression and he faintly jerks in his seat when, all of a sudden, the coolness of the barrel seeps through his thin shirt, luhan dragging the gun down his chest with frustrating slowness.
“do you like this kind of thrill, jongin?” luhan asks and jongin has to swallow thickly as luhan pushes the gun even harder against his chest. “do you enjoy teasing the fuck out of me even though you know i can quickly kill you with just a pull of the trigger?”
jongin thinks he must be pretty crazy for even wanting to say yes, but with the way the feeling of exhilaration and terror pool in his belly, blending together and clouding the rational part of his brain, jongin just doesn’t really give a damn at this point.
“you do, don’t you?” luhan says, his words sounding more like a confident statement put together than a real question. jongin’s stomach clenches as luhan slips the gun under his shirt and, immediately, it brings a sadistic smirk to his face when jongin visibly shivers this time, the cool surface of the barrel leaving a burning sensation against his skin.
“i do,” jongin forces himself to bite out, trying to keep his voice steady as he speaks. he then allows a knowing smirk to tilt the ends of his lips and continues, “but i know you’re also enjoying it as much as i do, luhan.”
as though proving his point, jongin slides a thigh between luhan’s legs and grins as a low groan suddenly rips from his throat, the sound sending shivers dripping down jongin’s spine. it immensely pleases jongin that luhan finds their sick situation arousing just as much as he does but that brief moment of pleasure is instantly replaced with another tremble of fear when luhan lifts the gun before him, its tip now just mere inches away from his forehead.
“strip,” luhan orders and it takes quite a few seconds before that single word registers in jongin’s mind. when it does though, jongin just finds himself scrambling to pull his shirt over his head and his jeans down his hips along with his underwear, not wanting to risk angering luhan at this point. they may belong in the same organization but, really, there’s still no telling what luhan can do when he’s pissed off.
jongin can’t stop the moan that rumbles from his throat when luhan slowly drags the gun along his chest again, taking a torturously long time lavishing one hard nipple with too much attention before he goes and does the same with the other. jongin’s about to complain how luhan’s still fully clothed when he’s naked and bare but luhan suddenly kisses him, stealing his breath away with lips covering jongin’s own, and it feels so fucking amazing with luhan’s warm and slick curl of his tongue inside.
jongin’s not really sure what’s happening anymore, his mind reeling just from the wonderful thought that his fantasies are finally coming into fruition - one minute he’s fisting his hands on luhan’s shirt, tugging the latter closer and closer still until their mouths are open and licking and so damn right that jongin hears himself whimper, then the next jongin already finds himself lying atop the pile of gold bars he’s been sitting on earlier, luhan, now equally naked as he is, hovering over him, one hand still clutching the gun by jongin’s head while the other busily pumps their cocks together, making jongin writhe in pleasure with rough, erratic strokes.
luhan nips at jongin’s earlobe, before making his way down to his jaw, neck, and finally to his shoulder, teeth leaving blossoming spots of red in its wake. jongin likes it, likes the feeling of luhan’s sharp teeth on his body, likes the idea of luhan marking him, temporarily leaving just a little part of himself etched on jongin’s skin. there’s a strange feeling budding in jongin’s chest whenever he looks at luhan, one that jongin is sure he isn’t supposed to feel towards anyone in their circle, and jongin forcefully buries that part of him that hopes for this - whatever this is - to be anything but a one-time kind of thing.
when luhan abandons the gun entirely in favor of tweaking jongin’s left nipple while he drags the flat of his tongue over the other, jongin just breaks down and blurts out, “stop teasing the hell out of me and just fuck me!”
“just please-there’s a packet of lube in the right pocket of my pants-” when luhan lifts his head from jongin’s chest, an amused eyebrow arched and directed at him, jongin just groans in exasperation. “what now?”
“do i even want to know the reason why you have a packet of lube on your pocket while we’re out on a job? because i don’t think lube is exactly necessary when robbing a bank, jongin.”
jongin lets out a frustrated sigh. he just really wants this talk to end and the fucking to begin. “i told you, i’ve always wanted to get into your pants. just being prepared, is all.” jongin ends up mumbling that last part and now that he can actually hear himself say those words, jongin thinks it sounds horribly pathetic that he was actually hoping to get laid tonight after their job.
luhan doesn’t really seem to mind jongin’s bluntness though; he gives a hum of satisfaction at jongin’s reply and hastily scrambles to get the packet of lube in jongin’s pants pocket, returning a few seconds too quick to claim his earlier spot on top of jongin again. jongin has every intention of embarrassing the hell out of luhan, maybe slip in some biting remark about how luhan is obviously just as enthusiastic as jongin is at this very moment, but all thoughts slip right out of his mind when jongin feels luhan’s digit circling his entrance, slow and hesitant, before it finally pushes in. jongin lets out a low guttural moan from the sudden intrusion, sharp and strange for a moment, and the sound only seems to egg luhan on as he keeps on sliding one finger in and out, careful, so careful, and then two.
luhan nuzzles close to jongin’s side, a gesture so sweet and tender that jongin has a hard time deciding whether to grit out threats or cry out in pleasure. but then, he does cry out, shocked and jagged when he feels another finger pressing along the other two, three of his digits now crooking deliciously inside of him.
“fuck,” jongin gasps, another breath of air whooshing out of him as luhan pushes further inside, perfectly hitting the spot - right fucking there - over and over again. “please, luhan-”
and before jongin can even have the chance to tell luhan what he wants, luhan is already one step ahead, always one step ahead of him, pulling out his digits only to be replaced by the tip of his cock pressing against jongin’s entrance. luhan pushes in slowly and jongin’s mouth falls open, hands clawing at luhan’s back, fingers embedding angry red marks all over luhan’s ribs.
the gold bars underneath them are nowhere near comfortable for jongin, their edges digging quite painfully into his back with each luhan’s harsh thrusts of his hips, but jongin can’t seem to get himself to complain when he sees luhan above him, eyes glazed and breathing heavily, his lust-stricken face mirroring jongin’s own. luhan places a hand on jongin’s hip, steadying himself, before he thrusts all the way to the hilt, so sudden and violent that jongin’s eyes go blank and wide from the intense wave of pleasure that hits him.
“oh god-luhan. fuck, faster,” jongin huffs and luhan easily complies, setting a frenzied rhythm as he erratically slams inside jongin again and again, the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filling jongin’s ears.
luhan attaches his mouth on jongin’s neck, nibbling and kissing and sucking, hungry and needy at that, and jongin finds that he can’t breathe properly because a hand is suddenly wrapping itself around his cock, luhan finally touching jongin before he can even consider begging for it. hand cupping over jongin’s cock, luhan starts to pull, a frantic up and down, up and down, and it isn’t long before jongin finds himself going rigid, spine shivering as luhan continues pumping up against him, and he comes.
somewhere in the inhuman cry that rises from jongin’s throat is luhan and just the sound of his name slipping from jongin’s lips, breathy and satiated, and the tightening around his cock are enough to push luhan off the edge, body tensing as he gives in to completion. jongin holds him close all throughout, rubbing luhan’s shaking back as he rides out the force of his orgasm, and that same warm feeling blooming in his chest creeps up on him again.
luhan slowly slides out of jongin as soon as he catches his breath and doesn’t even think twice before collapsing on him, sleepy and exhausted. jongin doesn’t really have the heart to push luhan off of him, but still he pretends not to like the feeling of luhan’s body so close and radiating warmth, fingers feebly trying to shove luhan to the side.
“get off, hyung. you’re heavy,” jongin grumbles half-heartedly. luhan only grunts in response before wearily rolling himself to the side, depriving jongin of the warmth that he’s been quietly enjoying for quite a few seconds now. jongin just internally berates himself for even speaking.
the silence that hangs between them is not quite as awkward and stifling as he imagines it will be. it should’ve been like that, jongin thinks, an air of discomfort hovering over them after the realization of i’ve just had sex with another member of the group finally sets in, and jongin finds himself briefly wishing for that to happen because then luhan would definitely feel uneasy to be anywhere near jongin’s presence and jongin wouldn’t have to deal with these unexplainable feelings whenever luhan’s near, his heart threatening to jump out of his chest whenever luhan directs a smile at him-
“maybe we should work together on another job soon,” luhan muses out loud and jongin quickly whips his head to luhan’s side as soon as he realizes the implications of that statement. when luhan turns his head to take a quick glance at him, jongin doesn’t even try to look away, only holding his gaze as though everything he’s been trying to say can be conveyed with that simple gesture.
“yeah,” jongin belatedly responds, his brain finally kicking into gear. he grins, anticipation rolling off of him in waves, and jongin finds himself even more excited this time around, knowing that luhan is looking forward to working with him again in the near future.
jongin honestly can’t wait.
notes:
✧ um, i dont really write lukai so please excuse all the lameness of this fic. /o\ also, i'm always up for top!luhan anytime!
✧ like usual, please direct all your complaints to lisa because she’s entirely responsible for the existence of this fic, tyvm.
✧ comments are love. <3