a word medley, pt 2.
A WORD MEDLEY, PT 2.
⇾ exo | jongin/sehun; sehun/luhan; sehun/yixing; luhan/jongin; yifan/sehun
⇾ ~8,000 words (total)
⇾ PG-13 to NC-17
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i. there's only one thing i want in my mouth | hunhan | in which sehun cooks for luhan dressed in nothing but an apron (436w)
Luhan opens the front door only to be assaulted with an onslaught of mouthwatering fragrances. Grinning, Luhan kicks off his shoes and shuts the door behind him before darting to the kitchen. He nearly runs into the glass sliding door when his eyes land on something he did not expect to see.
Sehun's standing by the stove, hip cocked as he rests his weight on his left leg. His right knee is bent, the limb kept in place with the grip of his toes against the linoleum. That's not what's grabbing Luhan's attention though - it's the fact that Sehun's ass is completely on display, the thin strings of the apron he has on barely brushing the curve.
Yanking the sliding door to the right, Luhan steps inside and tries to ignore the spread of food on the table.
"You're back," Sehun says, looking over his shoulder. His voice is innocent, but Luhan spots the glint in his eyes.
"You're naked," Luhan replies, "apart from that apron."
"Good observation," Sehun remarks, lifting his spatula and pointing it in Luhan's direction.
An incredulous noise seeps out of Luhan's throat, and he watches Sehun push a pile of smoked chicken onto a plate with wide eyes. The apron hits Sehun mid-thigh, just managing to cover Sehun from Luhan's hungry gaze.
"Eat," Sehun says, waving a hand at the food. "Wouldn't want it to get cold now, would we?" He leans against the counter and crosses his ankles - the apron slips off one thigh and Luhan thinks he's about to combust.
"You - you can't just," he splutters, tugging on the waistband of his slacks. Sehun grins, all Cheshire-like.
"You have to eat dinner first before you get to have dessert," Sehun tells him, walking over to the table and taking a seat. Luhan glowers at Sehun's smug face before roughly pulling out the chair closest to him and dropping down on it.
He's never eaten so fast before. Sehun simply watches him, a knee propped up and his chin resting on it. Luhan tries not to imagine the sight below the surface of the table. He polishes off his plate with a definitive clank of his utensils - chasing the last mouthful of food down with several gulps of water, Luhan ducks swiftly underneath the table.
Sehun barely has time to register what's happening until he feels fingers around the ankle of the leg he's got propped up. His leg is pushed further apart and the apron's shoved off his lap onto one side; his knee jerks hard enough to slam against the table when Luhan slips him into his mouth.
ii. assplay | sekai | in which jongin showcases his love for sehun's ass (523w)
"The concert's starting in half an hour," Sehun gasps, fingers scrabbling against Jongin's shoulders as Jongin pushes him higher up against the wall of a small, empty room.
"We're bound to sweat on stage anyway," Jongin reasons, hands dropping to the swell of Sehun's ass.
Sehun's slacks are very thin, the fabric breathable to allow for the flow of air when they're onstage and performing. But because they're so thin, they make groping a lot easier for Jongin, especially when Sehun chooses not to wear underwear out of laziness. Today is one of those days, and Jongin finds Sehun's entrance easily enough as he wedges Sehun's legs open with a knee.
"Please -," Sehun chokes on his spit as Jongin presses a little harder. "Don't get the pants dirty -fuck -the coordi noonas will kill me."
Jongin - thankfully - stops his ministrations long enough to get Sehun out of his pants. They're flung onto an empty rack; a pant leg hasn't stopped moving yet when Jongin repositions his hands on Sehun. A fingertip flutters rhythmically against the puckered skin and Sehun tries not to rub himself against Jongin -he can't get his clothes dirty, either.
Pressing a brief kiss against the sharp line of Sehun's jaw, Jongin lifts his hand in order to spit onto his fingers before lowering them back to Sehun's hole. He exerts a little more force, stopping when his finger is just about to breach. Sehun whines, a hand working at his dick.
When Jongin's face suddenly disappears from in front of his own, Sehun starts in surprise. But hands against the back of his thighs let him know that Jongin's down there, so he lifts his back off the wall and spreads his legs a little wider to give Jongin space. Jongin's tongue is warm and wet against his entrance, and he grinds down shamelessly when the tip teases his rim. Jongin's fingers dig into his hips, holding Sehun's ass firm against his face as he works on eating him out.
The whimpering above gets louder, and Jongin doesn't have to look to know that Sehun's trying very hard not to increase the speed of his hand. Pulling away, Jongin runs the pad of his thumb down the crack of Sehun's ass and pulls a small object out of his pocket. It's the size of a big pebble, and Jongin switches it on before spreading Sehun open and pressing the surface of the vibrator to the clenching hole.
Sehun yells, the sound muffled as he bites down onto his own hand. Reaching between his legs, Jongin plays with the base of Sehun's cock and rubs the vibrator a little more vigourously. Sehun orgasms violently, his come spattering the ground a few feet away. Jongin holds up him with his free hand on Sehun's thigh - the other one holds the vibrator in place.
"Stop," Sehun says weakly when his cock stops twitching. Jongin relents, letting the now-slick vibrator drop into his palm. Switching it off, he manoeuvres himself out from between Sehun's legs and stands up.
He tosses Sehun's pants over and winks when Sehun steps into them with shaky legs.
iii. 할모니 | sexing | in which yixing wants to see baekhyun's grandmother but ends up getting lost instead (173w)
"I hate you," Sehun says bluntly, stepping onto a branch and effectively snapping it in half. "I really do."
Yixing looks at him sadly and nearly runs straight into a tree. "It's not my fault!"
"How is it not," Sehun demands, pushing vines out of his face. "You wanted to come and see Baekhyun's grandmother, and while on the way to see her, you so conveniently veered into this bloody forest and now we're lost."
Sighing, Yixing ducks underneath a low-hanging branch and reaches out for Sehun's hand. Sehun has half a mind to ignore said hand, but it's never easy resisting Yixing. So, with an equally burdened sigh, Sehun pushes his hand into Yixing's and follows the elder.
"Do you know where you're going?" Sehun asks, trudging along. Their hands swing between them.
"Not really," Yixing admits, peering to his right.
"Great," Sehun announces to no one in particular, "this is how we're going to die. Cause of death: dehydration and starvation as a result of Yixing wanting to see Baekhyun's grandmother."
iv. fuzzy | hunhan | in which kitty!sehun goes into heat and new owner luhan is at a loss for what to do (961w) warning: catboy kink
Soft, fuzzy ears are rubbing against his forearm and Luhan is at a complete loss. He'd just gotten Sehun a couple of weeks ago, and the breeder /did not/ tell him that his heat cycle was almost nearing its peak. Luhan had thought that he'd have a few solid weeks in which he could do his research before Sehun's heat hit him, but that plan's gone down the drain now.
Sehun's whining, a broken, high-pitched sound tumbling out between swollen lips. Luhan had not-so-helpfully bound his hands together with a soft strip of fabric in hopes to keep Sehun from getting himself off on every single possible surface of the house as he tries to figure out what to do to help his poor catboy. But all that's done is lead Sehun to clamber haphazardly on top of Luhan, hips slotted over hips - Luhan is torn between pushing Sehun off and staring down at the erection straining against Sehun's pants.
"Master Lu," Sehun whimpers, bound hands coming up to grasp at a shoulder. "Please?"
Heat floods up Luhan's neck and he wraps fingers around Sehun's wrists. He can see the frustration and discomfort building up behind Sehun's eyes, and it bothers him -Sehun's been a perfect pet for the past couple of weeks, with sweet smiling eyes and a fluffy tail that loves brushing against Luhan's cheek whenever he's half-asleep. Sehun's been very clean, and he's broken nothing as of yet; Luhan wants to help him out, but he's so lost.
"Please - touch me," Sehun moans, pressing his crotch down onto Luhan's. Luhan pretends he doesn't feel himself respond to the impossible hard-on Sehun has.
It's only when Luhan sees tears forming in Sehun's eyes does he relent.
"Okay, just - lie down," Luhan mutters, fastening his hands around Sehun's hips and forcefully pushing him down onto the couch. Sehun fusses at the loss of friction but quietens down when he feels Luhan working at the button of his jeans. He slips his tail out of the cut out holes helpfully as Luhan tugs his pants and underwear off.
Luhan stares at the sight. Sehun's thighs are tensing and relaxing every other second, and the crevice between his asscheeks glistens subtly. His cock's red and straining, begging to be touched. So Luhan does. He reaches out with one hand and wraps fingers around the heated girth; Sehun keens and thrusts into Luhan's hand, back arching with each retraction of his hips. With his free hand, Luhan slips two fingers underneath Sehun's ass and rubs at his entrance, swallowing at the slickness and fighting back the urge to breach. But when Sehun growls and tries to sit back on his fingers, Luhan throws all caution to the wind and pushes in. Sehun weeps into the pillow as Luhan fists his cock at an alarming rate, the fingers in his ass slowly matching in speed.
"Master - in me," Sehun chokes, thighs spasming as his first orgasm hits. Luhan doesn't even care about the mess as he struggles out of his pants. Sehun's hot and wet around him, and Luhan doesn't bother starting off slow and easy.
Sehun's ankles hook around Luhan's hips automatically, heels pressing into the small of Luhan's back in a desperate attempt to nudge Luhan deeper into him. But Luhan's already in as deep as he can be, fingers bruising Sehun's skin as he holds Sehun in place. Pulling out, Luhan rams back into the catboy, groaning at how the rim tightens around the base of his cock whenever he's fully sheathed.
"Faster," Sehun moans, arms flung over his head and fingers holding onto the couch's armrest for support. Luhan obeys, knees digging into the couch cushions as he pounds into the catboy at a relentless pace. Sehun's head is pushed awkwardly against the armrest, but Sehun doesn't seem to care or realise as whines of pleasure start falling out of his throat.
The couch clunks on its feet as Luhan picks up the pace a little more, only to stop when his orgasm hits him rather suddenly -he pushes himself deep into Sehun and releases with a muted groan, hips stuttering. Sehun swallows, eyes screwed shut as he feels Luhan pulse inside him.
"Touch me," Sehun pleads, "touch me more. I need to come, I really -"
Luhan shuts him up by pulling out roughly; Sehun moans at the feeling and Luhan tries not to stare at the clenching hole. Scooting further down the couch, Luhan ducks his head and takes Sehun into his mouth, the cock swollen and heavy on his tongue. There's an oddly pleasant taste to Sehun's fluids, and Luhan doesn't mind at all when Sehun starts thrusting shallowly into his mouth. Angling his head so that the tip of Sehun's cock rubs against the roof of his mouth, Luhan lets Sehun do what he wants as he plays gently with Sehun's balls. Sehun comes fast, come shooting up into Luhan's mouth and down his throat.
Dry sobbing, Sehun's hips fall back onto the couch as Luhan lets the cock fall from his mouth.
Rising, he pushes one of Sehun's legs further apart and settles himself down between Sehun's thighs.
"How are you feeling?" Luhan asks anxiously, a hand pressed against Sehun's forehead.
"Great," Sehun replies, ears twitching. There's a red flush to his cheeks, and when Sehun's tail comes curving around to pool over his cock, Luhan realises that the catboy's shy.
"Don't be shy," Luhan murmurs, sitting back on his ass and pulling Sehun onto his lap. A tug on the restraints and Sehun's wrists are freed. "It's my duty as your master to take care of you, okay?"
Sehun nuzzles into the crook of Luhan's neck, the fur on his ears tickling Luhan's jawline pleasantly.
v. pet talk | hunhan | in which luhan wants to get a pet cat (222w)
The wind is knocked out of Sehun's lungs when Luhan flops onto his stomach, eyes shining excitedly.
"Hi," Sehun wheezes, eyebrows knotting as he tries to push Luhan off with a big inhale of air. Luhan ignores his discomfort and twinkles his eyes at him.
"What is it that you want," Sehun asks, suspicious. Laughing, Luhan rolls off and props his chin up on his hands. Sehun sits up on the bed and waits.
"I want to get a cat," Luhan says slowly, deliberately. Sehun blinks.
"A cat. That's...that's a big commitment, Lu."
Nodding, Luhan flips around and nestles his head on Sehun's lap. "Don't you think we're ready? I mean, we've been managing our apartment well, we have steady jobs, we don't spend a ridiculous amount of money each month like Zitao does."
"Well," Sehun muses, leaning back against the headboard and running fingers absentmindedly through Luhan's too-long hair, "I guess you're right."
"So is that a yes?" Luhan asks eagerly, sitting up and pushing his face ridiculously close to Sehun's. Sehun simply looks down Luhan's nose with a raised brow.
"If you promise to take care of it," Sehun says, and Luhan nods in promise. Sehun can /see/ Luhan fighting down a squeal, so he kisses him on the nose and gestures for Luhan to let it all out.
vi. prim and proper | hunhan | in which 18 year old luhan finds yummy eye candy at a party (443w)
"Why do I have to go to these parties," Luhan groans, glaring holes into the suit laid out for him on his bed. His mother glides across the room, pulling Luhan's curtains shut with practiced patience. "I'm 18, Friday nights should be used for clubbing with friends."
"You always enjoy it when you're there," she says, "now put your suit on and make sure your hair is presentable. We leave in fifteen minutes."
Grumbling, Luhan sticks his tongue out at the closed door and kicks off his basketball shorts.
An hour later, their chauffeur is pulling up to a grand hotel that looks like all other grand hotels. The door is opened for him and Luhan puts on a polite smile as he steps out. He waits for his mother, and when he feels a hand light on his shoulder, he takes a step forward and follows his mother into the foyer.
The party's on the fourth floor, and it's a gigantic ballroom. Luhan looks at the crowd in despair -everyone there is either his mother's age or older. How is he ever going to be entertained? He could eat his way to happiness, Luhan supposes, but his stomach only holds a finite amount of food. About to let out a wail, Luhan chances a last, desperate look around the ballroom. His eyes land on a tall, lean young man dressed in a fine black suit, hair softly styled back and a subtle, smoky rim around his eyes. Luhan breaks out into a grin.
For the next half hour or so, Luhan bides his time sitting at his table with a plate of hors d'oeuvres in his hands. His eyes never leave his eye-candy, following the man from table to table as he greets people politely and exchanges a few lines of conversation. Luhan's attention is momentarily refocused on to a pair of quiches -when he remembers about his eye-candy and looks up, Luhan's more than a little stunned to see said person standing right in front of him.
"Hello," the oh-so-yummy looking man says. Luhan tries not to let his jaw fall open at the sound of his voice.
"Hi," Luhan squeaks, dropping his plate onto the table.
"I've noticed you looking at me for the past twenty minutes or so," the stranger continues, oddly casual. A hand is slipped into a pocket, and Luhan really wants to crawl away. "I'm Sehun. You are?"
"Luhan," comes the pinched reply, and Luhan blushes horribly when Sehun breaks into a grin.
"Pleasure," Sehun says, voice silky. He settles into the vacant seat next to Luhan. Luhan inhales a whiff of light cologne and swoons.
vii. paper crowns | hunhan | in which sehun eats up luhan's lives in candy crush (192w)
They're dispersed throughout several hotel rooms, but Sehun was lucky enough to have Luhan room with this time around. Stepping out the bathroom, Sehun tosses his used towel into the bathtub and turns the corner. He spies Luhan lying down on the carpet (he hasn't showered yet), with his plastic crown from the con perched atop a head of fluffy hair.
"Hyung," Sehun says, climbing onto his bed and peering down at him. "What are you doing?"
"Watching our performance," Luhan answers, pushing the crown back a couple of centimetres. "Want to join?"
"Go shower first," Sehun says, wrinkling his nose just for emphasis. Luhan makes a face in return but stands and passes Sehun the iPad.
"Don't make me lose all my lives in Candy Crush," Luhan warns, placing the crown on Sehun's head as he heads for the bathroom.
By the time Luhan comes out of the bathroom all freshly showered, Sehun's lost all of Luhan's lives on Candy Crush. Luhan replaces the crown on his hand and smacks Sehun on the forearm.
"Rude," he says, sliding into bed next to Sehun - the other bed in the room lies untouched.
viii. useless conquests | lukai | in which jongin plays around and luhan loves him silently (521w)
"Can't make it today bro," Jongin's voice says cheerfully through the phone. "Got a date."
Luhan fights back a sigh, glancing at the clock and then at his own reflection in the mirror. He's already dressed and was about to leave the house to meet with Jongin for their weekly fried chicken date. But now that Jongin's cancelled, there's no point in going out anymore.
"It's alright," Luhan replies, pulling off his socks and stuffing them into his shoes. They're still new. "Have fun!"
"Will do," Jongin promises, and hangs up. Ignoring his mother's questions about lunch with Jongin, Luhan heads into his room, shucking off the rest of his clothing and changing into pyjamas. Settling into his desk chair, Luhan pulls up his half-finished Lit essay and gets to work.
Jongin calls him that night to report on his date. "She's great, easy to talk to and not fussy. Makes for a good time."
"Don't you ever want to settle down and get a serious girlfriend," Luhan asks, swivelling around to face his printer as it spits out seven pages of his essay.
"I'm still young," Jongin says, "it's the time to have fun and fool around."
Luhan shakes his head - at least Jongin can't see it.
It's only when Jongin dumps his twentieth girlfriend does Luhan crack.
"Stop being such an asshole," Luhan hisses, fingers whitening around the nails as he grips onto Jongin's desk with more force than necessary. Jongin's staring at him, eyes wide in shock. The entire class is staring alongside him. "Girls are not there for you to date and toss away when you're bored with them. Sort your shit out -I'm sick and tired of having to deal with you pining and your whines and your stupid 'conquests'. I'm your best friend, not a rag doll."
Luhan stalks out of class before it even begins.
Jongin finds him tucked away in a corner of the field during lunch time.
"Hey," Jongin attempts, crouching down. His eyes seek Luhan's, but Luhan doesn't look at him.
"What," Luhan gripes, and he feels Jongin wince.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know you felt that way. You should've told me, I would've -"
"Would have done what? You would've stopped calling me but you wouldn't have stopped going on all those dates with all those girls. If I had said anything we wouldn't even be friends now."
"I don't understand why you're upset about my dating habits though," Jongin mumbles, head hanging. "I mean, I can understand why you're annoyed about me telling you about them, but -"
"I like you," Luhan interrupts, eyes strongly fixated on whatever's in front of him. "Actually, I think I'm in love with you."
Jongin feels fire and ice pummel into his skin. "You what?"
Luhan stands and hoists his bag onto his shoulder. "Yeah." With that, he turns on his heel and disappears into the building. Jongin watches him go. That night, Jongin thinks of how Luhan feels tucked up next to him during their sleepovers and how Luhan's hands always seem to fit nicely into his whenever he's pulling Luhan here and there.
ix. body worship. | sekai | in which sehun is a socialite and jongin is his guilty pleasure (527w)
No matter how long it's been, Jongin always finds it a little jarring to wake up and see a high ceiling with expensive drapes down one wall, covering floor-length windows. He's not used to turning around onto his side on a king-sized bed and seeing the other side slept in. He's most definitely not used to padding into the kitchen and seeing a wide spread of breakfast foods set out for him by the cook and maids.
But if there's one thing Jongin will never get enough of, it's Sehun and everything about him. Sehun's out a lot, making appearances here and there and keeping up the inflow of money. But when he comes home, Sehun's an entire different person. The practiced smile slips off his face and a boyish one takes its place. Jongin sees it whenever Sehun makes fun of his cook for burning cookies or of his maid for tripping over a wire. His workers roll their eyes affectionally at him, and it only makes Sehun smile brighter.
Nighttime is when Jongin's senses are on high alert. It's as if he's never gone through a night with Sehun before, never had Sehun crawl into his lap and run the sharp point of his nose down his neck. It's as if Sehun's never whispered into his ear, begging Jongin to suck marks into every single inch of his body, to touch him where he likes and wants to be touched.
Nighttime is when Jongin readies himself to do whatever Sehun wants him to do. Sometimes they have pool sex, sometimes they have sex on the carpet (Jongin hates those -he gets horrible carpet burns), and sometimes they do it on tables and couches. Today, Jongin has Sehun pushed up against the floor-length windows, the curtains pushed apart just enough to make space for their bodies.
Jongin's not used to how smooth Sehun's skin feels against his own, how Sehun's thighs slide down his hips and how his fingers slip up and down Sehun's chest. He's still not used to how Sehun keens at the feeling of Jongin's tongue around his nipple or the feeling of Jongin's teeth scraping along the shell of his ear. It's exhilarating and exciting every single night, and Jongin doesn't think he'll ever get enough of it.
"Finger me," Sehun mumbles, squeaking when Jongin heaves him higher against the windows. Sehun's skin tugs along the glass, but Jongin knows Sehun doesn't care.
Allowing Sehun to rest more weight on his hips, Jongin lowers a lube-covered finger and pushes in. Groaning, Sehun ruts forward, and Jongin tries not to stare at the sight of a slick cockhead rubbing against his own stomach.
Everything else falls into place too quickly for Jongin's liking after that. Sehun's impatient, only waiting for two fingers before demanding that Jongin get inside him. Sehun's skin squeaks against the glass rapidly as Jongin thrusts, and it doesn't take long before Sehun's coming onto his own torso, cock tinged red and jumping a little with each spurt. Jongin releases into Sehun, hands holding the socialite up around the ribs as he stumbles over to the bed with weak knees.
x. wedding vows views | sekai | in which jongin can't stop staring at sehun's butt (224w)
"Stop staring at his ass," Kyungsoo deadpans, looking horribly disproving of Jongin as the latter blatantly checks out his boyfriend's behind.
"But just look at it," Jongin insists. "Those pants fit so snugly. It's amazing. They're like half-moons."
"Good god," Kyungsoo mutters, wanting so desperately to facepalm but not being able to since they're at a goddamn wedding. Jongin sighs quietly and leans forward. Kyungsoo shoves him backwards roughly and glares.
"Stop it. At least be polite and give the couple your attention for a few minutes. The vows are about to start."
Reluctantly, Jongin turns away from Sehun and gives the bride and groom a good three minutes of his attention. But when the vows are done and they're pronounced husband and wife, Jongin stands (with the rest, of course) and applauds - partly because he's happy for them and partly because he can finally go over to his boyfriend and shamelessly grope his behind.
"You're such a pervert," Kyungsoo mutters, but Jongin pretends not to hear him and he dashes over to Sehun's side.
"You look great," Jongin declares, sliding an arm around Sehun's waist. He keeps it there for a few seconds before discretely lowering it down to the swell of his ass.
"Not here," Sehun says, pulling Jongin's hand back up to his waist.
"It's okay. I just wanted to touch."
xi. easy awakenings | sekai | part of college!arc; in which sehun wakes jongin up nicely (169w)
Jongin is woken up very rudely by a smack to the face courtesy of Oh Sehun featuring Oh Sehun's pillow.
"You're going to be late for class," Sehun informs him kindly, leaning down just close enough for Jongin to see the flecks in his irises but far enough to that Jongin can't kiss him. "Get up."
"No," Jongin whines, grabbing Sehun's pillow and placing it over his face. "Don't want to."
"It's the first class for the semester," Sehun says, wrenching the pillow off. "You have to."
Jongin cracks an eye open. "Give me a kiss."
"Not until you get up and wash up and get dressed."
Groaning, Jongin rolls out of bed and stumbles into the bathroom. "You're such a party pooper."
At least Sehun keeps his promises though. The moment Jongin's all washed up and changed, Sehun grabs him by the face and pulls him in close.
"I like the smell of your aftershave on you," he says pleasantly, and pulls Jongin's bottom lip between his teeth.
xii. in twenty minutes | sekai | continuation of animal shelter!au; in which jongin comes back to ask sehun for a date (253w)
"It's you again," Sehun says, looking at Jongin with a mix of surprise and confusion. "What are you doing back here? Is the Corgi alright? Your sister seemed pretty confident about -'
"It's doing well, it's perfectly fine," Jongin interrupts. "I came because I was in the area and uh, I just wanted to see you."
Pinking, Sehun ducks behind the counter and fumbles with things that Jongin can't see. Fighting back a smile, Jongin leans against the countertop and waits for Sehun to resurface.
"Ah," Sehun says when he does, "why... why did you want to come see me?"
Shrugging, Jongin fiddles with the stack of name cards. He shuffles them as he looks up at Sehun -Sehun coughs when their eyes meet and he looks away instantly.
"When does your lunch break start?" Jongin asks boldly. "Let me take you out for coffee."
Sehun wets his lips and Jongin can almost see the cogs in his brain working.
"I don't like coffee," is what Sehun says next. Jongin grins.
"That's okay. We can go wherever you want."
Lively eyes narrow themselves at Jongin, but Jongin doesn't waver.
"Fine," Sehun relents. "You can take me out. My break's in twenty."
Setting the name cards down, Jongin leans forward - Sehun leans back instinctively.
"Great," Jongin says sincerely. "I'll wait. I'll be over there with the puppies. I think they miss me."
With that, he walks off in the direction of the puppies. Sehun's "But you've only been here once!" rings cheerfully in his ears.
xiii. voyeur | sekai, luhan | CEO!au; in which luhan watches the CEOs have sex (532w)
Luhan had gotten there earlier when he received the order to book both his boss and CEO Oh a hotel room suite. He had long since figured out that the pair are in some sort of relationship, what with Mr. Kim leaving the office everyday for lunch when he can make it and appearing with hickeys down his neck and along his collarbones more often than not. Jongin himself had realised that Luhan had pieced everything together, but Luhan swore that he won't let anything slip.
Which is a tough promise for him to keep, because Luhan harbours a maddening crush on Oh Sehun.
But Luhan has found a way to make things work for him. Whenever Jongin tells him to book a suite for the two of them, Luhan goes to the suite a couple of hours before either CEOs are due to be there in order to install his trusty set of CCTV cameras. He'll also book a cheaper room a few floors down with his own money where he'll lie in bed with his laptop on his stomach. There's just two cameras, small enough to hide in corners of the bedroom's ceiling. Luhan has long since gotten past the lewdness of it all, finding everything he can get from the cameras much too satisfying to stop.
He's jerked out of his reverie when he sees a figure appearing in the suite's bedroom. It's Jongin. Luhan waits patiently. It doesn't take long before Sehun appears too.
The plus side about their hotel rendezvous is that the meetings are usually just for sex. These meetings usually occur during busy periods in their respective companies, because odds are that they'll be too busy to head over to each other's homes after a long day of meetings, proposals, and reports to deal with. Once every couple of weeks during these 'droughts', they'll disappear into a hotel suite under the disguise of a meeting with a client, and Luhan always looks forward to these times.
He leans closer to the screen the moment the couple are on the bed. Luhan observes how Jongin works Sehun's pants off sharp hips, over a full ass, and down slim legs. It's as if he's been practicing every day, although Luhan knows that's not the case. They keep their dress shirts on with the top few buttons unbuttoned - Jongin sneaks a hand in and Luhan feels himself hardening when Sehun arches into the touch, mouth falling open silently. It's during times like these that Luhan wishes the cameras came with microphones.
He can barely see Jongin's fingers working at Sehun's nipple, but he can most definitely see Jongin's other hand tugging Sehun's underwear off. Luhan's breaths come heavier at the sight of Sehun's erection, and proud and curved just for Jongin -that fact makes Luhan growl and he tugs off his bottoms with more force than necessary. He fists his cock at the same time Jongin wraps fingers around Sehun's. Luhan matches Jongin pump for pump, moaning when he sees Sehun insert a finger into himself as Jongin bends to lave at an exposed nipple.
Luhan comes embarrassingly fast - Jongin's just entered when Luhan shudders over his hands.
xiv. shine | hunhan | in which sehun gives luhan something shiny on new year's day (426w)
"It's so pretty," Luhan murmurs, scarf wrapped snugly around his neck and a gloved hand held up to his forehead to keep the confetti pieces from falling into his eyes as he glances up at the sky. His other gloved hand in safe in Sehun's ungloved one.
"It really is," Sehun replies, and his tone is so tender that Luhan turns to look at him, only to find Sehun looking right back at him. "I like what I see."
Luhan blushes horribly, eyes snapping back to the never-ending amount of confetti raining down on them. Sehun just smiles and finally turns away.
"Where do all these come from?" Luhan wonders, turning this way and that in an attempt to find the source.
"I don't know, but it makes for a good background in a selca," Sehun says, pulling out his phone with his free hand. Luhan leans in automatically, and the flash goes off when Sehun presses the button, flooding their faces with light and bringing out the joy in their eyes just that much more.
"I look pale with the flash," Luhan complains, looking at the photo. Sehun simply sets it as his background picture and pockets his phone. Luhan smiles up at him and lets Sehun drop a kiss onto the corner of his eye.
"What are your New Year's Resolutions?" Sehun asks as they walk towards the centre of the square.
"I don't really have any," Luhan muses, smiling down at a young girl as she nearly runs into his legs. She sprints towards her parents with wide eyes. "You?"
"I have one," Sehun replies. "I'll hopefully accomplish it today."
Curious, Luhan looks over. "What is it?"
Sehun gently extracts his hand from Luhan's before reaching into his pocket. He pulls out a small, white box, and it's only when Sehun's on one knee does Luhan realise what's happening. Everyone in the square seems to stop what they're doing before turning around to see things unfold.
"Luhan, will you marry me? I promise to ban Jongin from eating deer meat from now on."
"Yes, yes I will," pops out from between Luhan's lips before he has a chance to will the word out. Confetti continues to rain down on them as Sehun slips the ring onto Luhan's finger - the applause around them is thunderous, and Luhan spies the little girl jumping up and down, her small hand in the grasp of her mother's.
xv. exhaustion | sekai | in which jongin fails to take care of himself (545w)
"Sehun! Don't run, what if you -"
"Let him go," Kyungsoo mutters, pushing Junmyeon's hand down. "You know how he is about Jongin and Jongin's health."
---
Sehun storms into Jongin's private ward, positively fuming. Jongin's just woken up, and the nurse had barely gotten out a few words when Sehun had brushed past her and into the room. He shuts the door behind him and locks it, not giving a single flying fuck about what the other members will think. Leaning against the door, Sehun wills himself not to break down right there and then.
"What did I tell you," Sehun says lowly, voice thrumming with frustration. Jongin, looking sickly with tired eyes and pale lips, flinches.
"Sehun -"
"Don't say my name," Sehun snaps, taking a few steps closer to the bed despite not wanting to. His heart aches with every step because each step simply brings him closer to the exhaustion-ridden boy on the hospital bed. "You have no right to say my name right now; every single time I tell you to take care of yourself, do you ever listen to me?"
Jongin winces and gestures weakly for Sehun to come sit by him, but Sehun refuses to give in that easily. If Jongin wants to go and work himself into the ground and have a bunch of people worrying after him, he deserves a good talking (yelling) to.
"Do you ever maybe just think that this is not the time for the rest of us to be worrying over your health? Maybe it's not the best time to spend 18 hours a day in the practice room when we're not having a concert or when we're not performing on music shows. Maybe it's not such a great idea going 10 hours without food and surviving on bottles after bottles of water. Maybe it's not such a great idea getting 2 hours of sleep when you have a performance the very next day."
By this point, Sehun's a little red in the face and his nails are pushing painfully into the flesh of his palms. There are unshed tears in his eyes but Sehun refuses to let them fall.
"Sehun..." Jongin's voice is raspy and Sehun absolutely hates it.
"If you get sick, who'll take care of me," Sehun mumbles, the fight suddenly taken out of him. He folds himself into the plastic chair by Jongin's bedside and places his hand in Jongin's outstretched one. "Who will make sure I've eaten and that I'm not cold when I'm in bed? Who will smile that smile of yours at me and make me forget about the pressure and stress and the ridiculous amount of expectations we have to meet? Who?"
Jongin thumbs at Sehun's knuckles because it's the only thing he has energy to do right now.
"I'm so sorry, Sehun-ah," Jongin croaks. His eyes are glistening and Sehun rubs at his own, effectively swiping his tears away. Reaching out with a free hand to grab a glass of water, Sehun lifts it up to Jongin's lips and watches the glass drain empty.
"You should be," Sehun mutters, bringing the back of Jongin's hand up to his cheek. "Expect me to stay angry until you're well enough for me to hit you ten times repeatedly."
xvi. silk shirts | sekai | sekai ceo!au arc; in which sehun wears one of jongin's silk shirts (501w)
Jongin's just finished doing the dishes when the front door to his penthouse opens. There're only two people in the world that have keys to his place, one being his mother and the other being Sehun. His mother is currently living in another city, so odds are that the person who'd just entered is his boyfriend -not that Jongin's complaining.
"You're done work early today," Jongin says, glancing at the clock as he dries his hands. Just short of nine, which is most definitely early considering how Sehun's company has a new product launching soon.
"Yeah," Sehun's voice carries into the kitchen and Jongin follows it out into the living room. Sehun's ridding himself of his suit jacket, tossing the garment onto the couch where it falls over his briefcase. But Jongin doesn't pay any attention to any of that. When Sehun steps into Jongin's personal space for a little affection, Jongin's distracted by the subtle shine of Sehun's dress shirt -it looks oddly familiar.
"Is that my shirt?" Jongin asks, throat suddenly dry. He knows it is; he doesn't wear it often because it's a big too big around the shoulders, but it fits Sehun as if it were tailor-made for him.
"Yes," Sehun says, head tilting. "Why?"
Jongin stares at how the fabric clings to the curve of his waist and the slight protrusion of his pectorals. Without uttering a single word, Jongin lifts a hand and runs the pad of his forefinger down where he knows Sehun's nipple lies.
Sehun jumps, partly due to the sheer surprise and partly because he's insanely sensitive there. Jongin isn't disappointed; he sees the nipple peak just a couple of seconds later.
"What are you doing," Sehun hisses, batting Jongin's hand away. Jongin shrugs innocently and grabs onto Sehun's wrist with one hand as he returns to his nipple with his free hand. The bud pushes against the thin fabric tantalisingly, and the moment Jongin sees the other nipple start to peak, he breaks and yanks Sehun towards his (their) bedroom.
Ten minutes later sees Sehun stark naked save for the silk shirt. It's unbuttoned, and the sides pool against his ribs as Jongin runs his hands down Sehun's sides, over his hips, and around down the inside of his thighs.
"Can I fuck you hard," Jongin whispers, swiftly pouring lube onto his fingers and rubbing tight circles against Sehun's entrance. Sehun flushes a dark red, somehow matching the colour of his cock. He nods, speechless, and Jongin pushes in with two fingers. Sehun tenses around the digits, hips lifting off the bed due to the discomfort. But Jongin keeps at it, and it doesn't take long until Sehun's keening for more.
The bed jostles with each thrust of Jongin's hips and Jongin swears that there will be angry red welts down his back when they're done, courtesy of Sehun's nails. He fucks into Sehun relentlessly, constantly yearning for the tightness whenever he pushes back in and Sehun contracts around him instinctively.
xvii. fairies | sekai | in which jongin has an obsession with mythical creatures (911w)
Not a lot of people know this, but Jongin has a crazy obsession for mythical creatures. He has a pile of unicorn plushies by his bed and a ton of fairy, elf, and dwarf figurines lining his desk. There're two shelves on his bookcase dedicated to books about mythical creatures, but the most incredulous collection he has are the dress-up costumes he keeps beneath his bed.
Sehun knows about all of these -he should, seeing how he's Jongin's boyfriend for two years and counting. He's always been curious as to how far Jongin's obsession stretched, but Sehun had never bothered trying to figure it out. Until that one day he stumbles across a picture saved in Jongin's phone that depicts two male fairies getting it on.
It's on Jongin's birthday that Sehun decides to put his plan into action. He sends Jongin out with a few friends for the day, promising him that they'll get to spend quality time once he gets home in the evening. He recruits the help of Jongin's sister -who is thankfully very open-minded - in order to transform into the prettiest fairy Jongin will ever see. Jongin's sister contours Sehun's face expertly, crafting sharper, slimmer, and fairy-like features. She finishes by rubbing baby pink gloss onto the centre of Sehun's lips.
"Stunning," she says, sounding a little taken-aback by the realisation.
Sehun simply grins and thanks her for her help. When she leaves, Sehun pulls out a pink babydoll dress that he'd gotten online and changes into it, adjusting the straps so that they don't dig uncomfortably into his bones. He empties half a bottle of glitter onto his skin, and straps on matching wings. Jongin's due to be back anytime now, and Sehun decides a bit of prep might be a good idea. So he flits to Jongin's bed and flops on it, eyes fluttering shut as he imagines Jongin's face and how he himself would look to Jongin with his dress pushed up to his hips, cock held in place with his lacy underwear.
Sehun's so lost in his thoughts that he doesn't realise it when Jongin enters the room.
"Sehun..?" Jongin says, voice cracking on the last syllable. Sehun's eyes fly open and he removes his hand from where it's been gently rubbing at the shaft of his cock through the lace.
"Happy birthday," Sehun announces, letting a thigh fall open. Jongin's eyes follow the movement. Fighting back a grin, Sehun gets up and heads over to Jongin, giving a little twirl so that all of his fairy likeness is exuded. Jongin feels his throat dry up.
"Are you supposed to be a... a fairy?"
Sehun winks - Jongin pounces.
Lips fasten themselves to the side of Sehun's neck and Sehun brings one of Jongin's thighs between his legs for something to rub the head of his cock on. Jongin's fast - he's never been like this during any of their lovemaking sessions before -, stripping himself of his clothing in record time before pulling back and gazing at a flushed Sehun underneath him.
A trembling hand runs down a thigh and Jongin fights the urge to thumb at Sehun's cock - there's a wet patch near his navel, the lace soaked through and through with precum.
"So pretty," Jongin mumbles, tracing the neckline of the dress and flicking his thumb over a nipple. Sehun brings his bottom lip into his mouth and tries not to moan. He fails horribly when Jongin pushes the dress further up and hooks a leg onto his shoulder -when Sehun's hips lift off the bed, Jongin dips a finger into the crack of his ass and rubs briefly at his entrance, the lace giving incredible friction.
"Come on Jongin; fuck your little fairy princess," Sehun breathes, a hand coming down to pull the panties to one side. Jongin swears very eloquently and reaches for the lube, slicking up messily before lining himself up, the crown of his dick nudging Sehun's hole. Jongin's fingers are tight on Sehun's hips, seemingly nervous, but Sehun motions for him to enter.
"Don't worry, I prepped before you got back," Sehun says, rubbing at his dick through his panties. He makes it a mental note to wear lace panties more often; the slight roughness of the material is sheer heaven against his aching dick.
Jongin pushes in with a grunt, body leaning over Sehun's as he seeks out Sehun's mouth. The gloss had long since been licked off, but a faint taste remains and Jongin eagerly kisses it up. There's no finesse to Jongin's thrusts, but it's more than enough to render Sehun into a mess of moans and whimpers, his cock twitching in their confines. Jongin thumbs at the slit hard, digging a lace covered nail gently into it before running his palm over the entire head.
Sehun comes with sharp jerks, come spilling out of his underwear and onto Jongin's hand. His breath hitches when Jongin follows suit, fists balled into the fabric of his dress and hips snapping deeper into Sehun with each pulse of his release.
Everything is sticky, and Sehun doesn't think the pair of panties will be salvaged. He lets Jongin rid him of it, feeling the garment slink down his hips and thighs. Jongin bends to lick and kiss the shaft of Sehun's spent cock, and Sehun doesn't have the energy to stop him.
"So pretty," Jongin repeats, tongue darting out to clean up traces of come in the slit.
xviii. a night out | krishun | in which they sneak out at night (384w)
Yifan looks at his phone the second it starts to vibrate. He doesn't need to check caller ID in order to know who it is -he picks up the call as he heads over to the huge cupboard of shoes.
"We're in the same place," he says lightly, picking out a pair and plopping them onto the floor. "You didn't need to call."
"I didn't want to yell," Sehun's voice crackles through the phone. "Everyone's sleeping or about to be. Are we going out?"
"I'm already waiting," Yifan replies, and a second later he hears a bedroom door being opened and closed. Sehun appears around the corner, sliding in on his socks with a small smile on his face.
They each hang up and pocket their phones, and Yifan waits patiently as Sehun tugs shoes on.
"Don't step there," Sehun says, pointing at a small square of floor. "It squeaks really loudly."
"How many times have you snuck out?" Yifan asks, eyebrow raised.
Sehun grins and hops out into the hallway. "Jongin likes to eat a lot at night. I may share the same tendencies."
Yifan shuts the door gingerly and Sehun slips his hand into Yifan's larger one as soon as he pockets the keys.
"There's a carnival going on tonight," Sehun says, swinging their hands leisurely. "Shall we go?"
"If you promise not to attract any attention while we're there, sure."
"Can't promise that," Sehun says, shaking his head. "It's me we're talking about."
---
It's almost 3 in the morning but they're squashed into a car on the ferris wheel, Sehun's fingers wrapped around a stick of cotton candy.
"Don't get sick in here," Yifan warns, staring as Sehun chomps away at the sugared fluff. Sehun shakes his head in an effort to convey the fact that he won't, but the cloud of candy blocks half of his face.
"Want some?" Sehun asks, shoving the candy in front of Yifan. Yifan simply pushes Sehun's hand away, gently.
"I'll just settle for watching you eat it," Yifan says, "then it'll be a win-win situation."
"What do you win from doing that," Sehun snorts, "this is so good."
"I win because I get to look at you," Yifan replies, and Sehun chokes as he inhales a chunk of cotton candy down the wrong pipe.
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⇾ exo | jongin/sehun; sehun/luhan; sehun/yixing; luhan/jongin; yifan/sehun
⇾ ~8,000 words (total)
⇾ PG-13 to NC-17
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i. there's only one thing i want in my mouth | hunhan | in which sehun cooks for luhan dressed in nothing but an apron (436w)
Luhan opens the front door only to be assaulted with an onslaught of mouthwatering fragrances. Grinning, Luhan kicks off his shoes and shuts the door behind him before darting to the kitchen. He nearly runs into the glass sliding door when his eyes land on something he did not expect to see.
Sehun's standing by the stove, hip cocked as he rests his weight on his left leg. His right knee is bent, the limb kept in place with the grip of his toes against the linoleum. That's not what's grabbing Luhan's attention though - it's the fact that Sehun's ass is completely on display, the thin strings of the apron he has on barely brushing the curve.
Yanking the sliding door to the right, Luhan steps inside and tries to ignore the spread of food on the table.
"You're back," Sehun says, looking over his shoulder. His voice is innocent, but Luhan spots the glint in his eyes.
"You're naked," Luhan replies, "apart from that apron."
"Good observation," Sehun remarks, lifting his spatula and pointing it in Luhan's direction.
An incredulous noise seeps out of Luhan's throat, and he watches Sehun push a pile of smoked chicken onto a plate with wide eyes. The apron hits Sehun mid-thigh, just managing to cover Sehun from Luhan's hungry gaze.
"Eat," Sehun says, waving a hand at the food. "Wouldn't want it to get cold now, would we?" He leans against the counter and crosses his ankles - the apron slips off one thigh and Luhan thinks he's about to combust.
"You - you can't just," he splutters, tugging on the waistband of his slacks. Sehun grins, all Cheshire-like.
"You have to eat dinner first before you get to have dessert," Sehun tells him, walking over to the table and taking a seat. Luhan glowers at Sehun's smug face before roughly pulling out the chair closest to him and dropping down on it.
He's never eaten so fast before. Sehun simply watches him, a knee propped up and his chin resting on it. Luhan tries not to imagine the sight below the surface of the table. He polishes off his plate with a definitive clank of his utensils - chasing the last mouthful of food down with several gulps of water, Luhan ducks swiftly underneath the table.
Sehun barely has time to register what's happening until he feels fingers around the ankle of the leg he's got propped up. His leg is pushed further apart and the apron's shoved off his lap onto one side; his knee jerks hard enough to slam against the table when Luhan slips him into his mouth.
ii. assplay | sekai | in which jongin showcases his love for sehun's ass (523w)
"The concert's starting in half an hour," Sehun gasps, fingers scrabbling against Jongin's shoulders as Jongin pushes him higher up against the wall of a small, empty room.
"We're bound to sweat on stage anyway," Jongin reasons, hands dropping to the swell of Sehun's ass.
Sehun's slacks are very thin, the fabric breathable to allow for the flow of air when they're onstage and performing. But because they're so thin, they make groping a lot easier for Jongin, especially when Sehun chooses not to wear underwear out of laziness. Today is one of those days, and Jongin finds Sehun's entrance easily enough as he wedges Sehun's legs open with a knee.
"Please -," Sehun chokes on his spit as Jongin presses a little harder. "Don't get the pants dirty -fuck -the coordi noonas will kill me."
Jongin - thankfully - stops his ministrations long enough to get Sehun out of his pants. They're flung onto an empty rack; a pant leg hasn't stopped moving yet when Jongin repositions his hands on Sehun. A fingertip flutters rhythmically against the puckered skin and Sehun tries not to rub himself against Jongin -he can't get his clothes dirty, either.
Pressing a brief kiss against the sharp line of Sehun's jaw, Jongin lifts his hand in order to spit onto his fingers before lowering them back to Sehun's hole. He exerts a little more force, stopping when his finger is just about to breach. Sehun whines, a hand working at his dick.
When Jongin's face suddenly disappears from in front of his own, Sehun starts in surprise. But hands against the back of his thighs let him know that Jongin's down there, so he lifts his back off the wall and spreads his legs a little wider to give Jongin space. Jongin's tongue is warm and wet against his entrance, and he grinds down shamelessly when the tip teases his rim. Jongin's fingers dig into his hips, holding Sehun's ass firm against his face as he works on eating him out.
The whimpering above gets louder, and Jongin doesn't have to look to know that Sehun's trying very hard not to increase the speed of his hand. Pulling away, Jongin runs the pad of his thumb down the crack of Sehun's ass and pulls a small object out of his pocket. It's the size of a big pebble, and Jongin switches it on before spreading Sehun open and pressing the surface of the vibrator to the clenching hole.
Sehun yells, the sound muffled as he bites down onto his own hand. Reaching between his legs, Jongin plays with the base of Sehun's cock and rubs the vibrator a little more vigourously. Sehun orgasms violently, his come spattering the ground a few feet away. Jongin holds up him with his free hand on Sehun's thigh - the other one holds the vibrator in place.
"Stop," Sehun says weakly when his cock stops twitching. Jongin relents, letting the now-slick vibrator drop into his palm. Switching it off, he manoeuvres himself out from between Sehun's legs and stands up.
He tosses Sehun's pants over and winks when Sehun steps into them with shaky legs.
iii. 할모니 | sexing | in which yixing wants to see baekhyun's grandmother but ends up getting lost instead (173w)
"I hate you," Sehun says bluntly, stepping onto a branch and effectively snapping it in half. "I really do."
Yixing looks at him sadly and nearly runs straight into a tree. "It's not my fault!"
"How is it not," Sehun demands, pushing vines out of his face. "You wanted to come and see Baekhyun's grandmother, and while on the way to see her, you so conveniently veered into this bloody forest and now we're lost."
Sighing, Yixing ducks underneath a low-hanging branch and reaches out for Sehun's hand. Sehun has half a mind to ignore said hand, but it's never easy resisting Yixing. So, with an equally burdened sigh, Sehun pushes his hand into Yixing's and follows the elder.
"Do you know where you're going?" Sehun asks, trudging along. Their hands swing between them.
"Not really," Yixing admits, peering to his right.
"Great," Sehun announces to no one in particular, "this is how we're going to die. Cause of death: dehydration and starvation as a result of Yixing wanting to see Baekhyun's grandmother."
iv. fuzzy | hunhan | in which kitty!sehun goes into heat and new owner luhan is at a loss for what to do (961w) warning: catboy kink
Soft, fuzzy ears are rubbing against his forearm and Luhan is at a complete loss. He'd just gotten Sehun a couple of weeks ago, and the breeder /did not/ tell him that his heat cycle was almost nearing its peak. Luhan had thought that he'd have a few solid weeks in which he could do his research before Sehun's heat hit him, but that plan's gone down the drain now.
Sehun's whining, a broken, high-pitched sound tumbling out between swollen lips. Luhan had not-so-helpfully bound his hands together with a soft strip of fabric in hopes to keep Sehun from getting himself off on every single possible surface of the house as he tries to figure out what to do to help his poor catboy. But all that's done is lead Sehun to clamber haphazardly on top of Luhan, hips slotted over hips - Luhan is torn between pushing Sehun off and staring down at the erection straining against Sehun's pants.
"Master Lu," Sehun whimpers, bound hands coming up to grasp at a shoulder. "Please?"
Heat floods up Luhan's neck and he wraps fingers around Sehun's wrists. He can see the frustration and discomfort building up behind Sehun's eyes, and it bothers him -Sehun's been a perfect pet for the past couple of weeks, with sweet smiling eyes and a fluffy tail that loves brushing against Luhan's cheek whenever he's half-asleep. Sehun's been very clean, and he's broken nothing as of yet; Luhan wants to help him out, but he's so lost.
"Please - touch me," Sehun moans, pressing his crotch down onto Luhan's. Luhan pretends he doesn't feel himself respond to the impossible hard-on Sehun has.
It's only when Luhan sees tears forming in Sehun's eyes does he relent.
"Okay, just - lie down," Luhan mutters, fastening his hands around Sehun's hips and forcefully pushing him down onto the couch. Sehun fusses at the loss of friction but quietens down when he feels Luhan working at the button of his jeans. He slips his tail out of the cut out holes helpfully as Luhan tugs his pants and underwear off.
Luhan stares at the sight. Sehun's thighs are tensing and relaxing every other second, and the crevice between his asscheeks glistens subtly. His cock's red and straining, begging to be touched. So Luhan does. He reaches out with one hand and wraps fingers around the heated girth; Sehun keens and thrusts into Luhan's hand, back arching with each retraction of his hips. With his free hand, Luhan slips two fingers underneath Sehun's ass and rubs at his entrance, swallowing at the slickness and fighting back the urge to breach. But when Sehun growls and tries to sit back on his fingers, Luhan throws all caution to the wind and pushes in. Sehun weeps into the pillow as Luhan fists his cock at an alarming rate, the fingers in his ass slowly matching in speed.
"Master - in me," Sehun chokes, thighs spasming as his first orgasm hits. Luhan doesn't even care about the mess as he struggles out of his pants. Sehun's hot and wet around him, and Luhan doesn't bother starting off slow and easy.
Sehun's ankles hook around Luhan's hips automatically, heels pressing into the small of Luhan's back in a desperate attempt to nudge Luhan deeper into him. But Luhan's already in as deep as he can be, fingers bruising Sehun's skin as he holds Sehun in place. Pulling out, Luhan rams back into the catboy, groaning at how the rim tightens around the base of his cock whenever he's fully sheathed.
"Faster," Sehun moans, arms flung over his head and fingers holding onto the couch's armrest for support. Luhan obeys, knees digging into the couch cushions as he pounds into the catboy at a relentless pace. Sehun's head is pushed awkwardly against the armrest, but Sehun doesn't seem to care or realise as whines of pleasure start falling out of his throat.
The couch clunks on its feet as Luhan picks up the pace a little more, only to stop when his orgasm hits him rather suddenly -he pushes himself deep into Sehun and releases with a muted groan, hips stuttering. Sehun swallows, eyes screwed shut as he feels Luhan pulse inside him.
"Touch me," Sehun pleads, "touch me more. I need to come, I really -"
Luhan shuts him up by pulling out roughly; Sehun moans at the feeling and Luhan tries not to stare at the clenching hole. Scooting further down the couch, Luhan ducks his head and takes Sehun into his mouth, the cock swollen and heavy on his tongue. There's an oddly pleasant taste to Sehun's fluids, and Luhan doesn't mind at all when Sehun starts thrusting shallowly into his mouth. Angling his head so that the tip of Sehun's cock rubs against the roof of his mouth, Luhan lets Sehun do what he wants as he plays gently with Sehun's balls. Sehun comes fast, come shooting up into Luhan's mouth and down his throat.
Dry sobbing, Sehun's hips fall back onto the couch as Luhan lets the cock fall from his mouth.
Rising, he pushes one of Sehun's legs further apart and settles himself down between Sehun's thighs.
"How are you feeling?" Luhan asks anxiously, a hand pressed against Sehun's forehead.
"Great," Sehun replies, ears twitching. There's a red flush to his cheeks, and when Sehun's tail comes curving around to pool over his cock, Luhan realises that the catboy's shy.
"Don't be shy," Luhan murmurs, sitting back on his ass and pulling Sehun onto his lap. A tug on the restraints and Sehun's wrists are freed. "It's my duty as your master to take care of you, okay?"
Sehun nuzzles into the crook of Luhan's neck, the fur on his ears tickling Luhan's jawline pleasantly.
v. pet talk | hunhan | in which luhan wants to get a pet cat (222w)
The wind is knocked out of Sehun's lungs when Luhan flops onto his stomach, eyes shining excitedly.
"Hi," Sehun wheezes, eyebrows knotting as he tries to push Luhan off with a big inhale of air. Luhan ignores his discomfort and twinkles his eyes at him.
"What is it that you want," Sehun asks, suspicious. Laughing, Luhan rolls off and props his chin up on his hands. Sehun sits up on the bed and waits.
"I want to get a cat," Luhan says slowly, deliberately. Sehun blinks.
"A cat. That's...that's a big commitment, Lu."
Nodding, Luhan flips around and nestles his head on Sehun's lap. "Don't you think we're ready? I mean, we've been managing our apartment well, we have steady jobs, we don't spend a ridiculous amount of money each month like Zitao does."
"Well," Sehun muses, leaning back against the headboard and running fingers absentmindedly through Luhan's too-long hair, "I guess you're right."
"So is that a yes?" Luhan asks eagerly, sitting up and pushing his face ridiculously close to Sehun's. Sehun simply looks down Luhan's nose with a raised brow.
"If you promise to take care of it," Sehun says, and Luhan nods in promise. Sehun can /see/ Luhan fighting down a squeal, so he kisses him on the nose and gestures for Luhan to let it all out.
vi. prim and proper | hunhan | in which 18 year old luhan finds yummy eye candy at a party (443w)
"Why do I have to go to these parties," Luhan groans, glaring holes into the suit laid out for him on his bed. His mother glides across the room, pulling Luhan's curtains shut with practiced patience. "I'm 18, Friday nights should be used for clubbing with friends."
"You always enjoy it when you're there," she says, "now put your suit on and make sure your hair is presentable. We leave in fifteen minutes."
Grumbling, Luhan sticks his tongue out at the closed door and kicks off his basketball shorts.
An hour later, their chauffeur is pulling up to a grand hotel that looks like all other grand hotels. The door is opened for him and Luhan puts on a polite smile as he steps out. He waits for his mother, and when he feels a hand light on his shoulder, he takes a step forward and follows his mother into the foyer.
The party's on the fourth floor, and it's a gigantic ballroom. Luhan looks at the crowd in despair -everyone there is either his mother's age or older. How is he ever going to be entertained? He could eat his way to happiness, Luhan supposes, but his stomach only holds a finite amount of food. About to let out a wail, Luhan chances a last, desperate look around the ballroom. His eyes land on a tall, lean young man dressed in a fine black suit, hair softly styled back and a subtle, smoky rim around his eyes. Luhan breaks out into a grin.
For the next half hour or so, Luhan bides his time sitting at his table with a plate of hors d'oeuvres in his hands. His eyes never leave his eye-candy, following the man from table to table as he greets people politely and exchanges a few lines of conversation. Luhan's attention is momentarily refocused on to a pair of quiches -when he remembers about his eye-candy and looks up, Luhan's more than a little stunned to see said person standing right in front of him.
"Hello," the oh-so-yummy looking man says. Luhan tries not to let his jaw fall open at the sound of his voice.
"Hi," Luhan squeaks, dropping his plate onto the table.
"I've noticed you looking at me for the past twenty minutes or so," the stranger continues, oddly casual. A hand is slipped into a pocket, and Luhan really wants to crawl away. "I'm Sehun. You are?"
"Luhan," comes the pinched reply, and Luhan blushes horribly when Sehun breaks into a grin.
"Pleasure," Sehun says, voice silky. He settles into the vacant seat next to Luhan. Luhan inhales a whiff of light cologne and swoons.
vii. paper crowns | hunhan | in which sehun eats up luhan's lives in candy crush (192w)
They're dispersed throughout several hotel rooms, but Sehun was lucky enough to have Luhan room with this time around. Stepping out the bathroom, Sehun tosses his used towel into the bathtub and turns the corner. He spies Luhan lying down on the carpet (he hasn't showered yet), with his plastic crown from the con perched atop a head of fluffy hair.
"Hyung," Sehun says, climbing onto his bed and peering down at him. "What are you doing?"
"Watching our performance," Luhan answers, pushing the crown back a couple of centimetres. "Want to join?"
"Go shower first," Sehun says, wrinkling his nose just for emphasis. Luhan makes a face in return but stands and passes Sehun the iPad.
"Don't make me lose all my lives in Candy Crush," Luhan warns, placing the crown on Sehun's head as he heads for the bathroom.
By the time Luhan comes out of the bathroom all freshly showered, Sehun's lost all of Luhan's lives on Candy Crush. Luhan replaces the crown on his hand and smacks Sehun on the forearm.
"Rude," he says, sliding into bed next to Sehun - the other bed in the room lies untouched.
viii. useless conquests | lukai | in which jongin plays around and luhan loves him silently (521w)
"Can't make it today bro," Jongin's voice says cheerfully through the phone. "Got a date."
Luhan fights back a sigh, glancing at the clock and then at his own reflection in the mirror. He's already dressed and was about to leave the house to meet with Jongin for their weekly fried chicken date. But now that Jongin's cancelled, there's no point in going out anymore.
"It's alright," Luhan replies, pulling off his socks and stuffing them into his shoes. They're still new. "Have fun!"
"Will do," Jongin promises, and hangs up. Ignoring his mother's questions about lunch with Jongin, Luhan heads into his room, shucking off the rest of his clothing and changing into pyjamas. Settling into his desk chair, Luhan pulls up his half-finished Lit essay and gets to work.
Jongin calls him that night to report on his date. "She's great, easy to talk to and not fussy. Makes for a good time."
"Don't you ever want to settle down and get a serious girlfriend," Luhan asks, swivelling around to face his printer as it spits out seven pages of his essay.
"I'm still young," Jongin says, "it's the time to have fun and fool around."
Luhan shakes his head - at least Jongin can't see it.
It's only when Jongin dumps his twentieth girlfriend does Luhan crack.
"Stop being such an asshole," Luhan hisses, fingers whitening around the nails as he grips onto Jongin's desk with more force than necessary. Jongin's staring at him, eyes wide in shock. The entire class is staring alongside him. "Girls are not there for you to date and toss away when you're bored with them. Sort your shit out -I'm sick and tired of having to deal with you pining and your whines and your stupid 'conquests'. I'm your best friend, not a rag doll."
Luhan stalks out of class before it even begins.
Jongin finds him tucked away in a corner of the field during lunch time.
"Hey," Jongin attempts, crouching down. His eyes seek Luhan's, but Luhan doesn't look at him.
"What," Luhan gripes, and he feels Jongin wince.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know you felt that way. You should've told me, I would've -"
"Would have done what? You would've stopped calling me but you wouldn't have stopped going on all those dates with all those girls. If I had said anything we wouldn't even be friends now."
"I don't understand why you're upset about my dating habits though," Jongin mumbles, head hanging. "I mean, I can understand why you're annoyed about me telling you about them, but -"
"I like you," Luhan interrupts, eyes strongly fixated on whatever's in front of him. "Actually, I think I'm in love with you."
Jongin feels fire and ice pummel into his skin. "You what?"
Luhan stands and hoists his bag onto his shoulder. "Yeah." With that, he turns on his heel and disappears into the building. Jongin watches him go. That night, Jongin thinks of how Luhan feels tucked up next to him during their sleepovers and how Luhan's hands always seem to fit nicely into his whenever he's pulling Luhan here and there.
ix. body worship. | sekai | in which sehun is a socialite and jongin is his guilty pleasure (527w)
No matter how long it's been, Jongin always finds it a little jarring to wake up and see a high ceiling with expensive drapes down one wall, covering floor-length windows. He's not used to turning around onto his side on a king-sized bed and seeing the other side slept in. He's most definitely not used to padding into the kitchen and seeing a wide spread of breakfast foods set out for him by the cook and maids.
But if there's one thing Jongin will never get enough of, it's Sehun and everything about him. Sehun's out a lot, making appearances here and there and keeping up the inflow of money. But when he comes home, Sehun's an entire different person. The practiced smile slips off his face and a boyish one takes its place. Jongin sees it whenever Sehun makes fun of his cook for burning cookies or of his maid for tripping over a wire. His workers roll their eyes affectionally at him, and it only makes Sehun smile brighter.
Nighttime is when Jongin's senses are on high alert. It's as if he's never gone through a night with Sehun before, never had Sehun crawl into his lap and run the sharp point of his nose down his neck. It's as if Sehun's never whispered into his ear, begging Jongin to suck marks into every single inch of his body, to touch him where he likes and wants to be touched.
Nighttime is when Jongin readies himself to do whatever Sehun wants him to do. Sometimes they have pool sex, sometimes they have sex on the carpet (Jongin hates those -he gets horrible carpet burns), and sometimes they do it on tables and couches. Today, Jongin has Sehun pushed up against the floor-length windows, the curtains pushed apart just enough to make space for their bodies.
Jongin's not used to how smooth Sehun's skin feels against his own, how Sehun's thighs slide down his hips and how his fingers slip up and down Sehun's chest. He's still not used to how Sehun keens at the feeling of Jongin's tongue around his nipple or the feeling of Jongin's teeth scraping along the shell of his ear. It's exhilarating and exciting every single night, and Jongin doesn't think he'll ever get enough of it.
"Finger me," Sehun mumbles, squeaking when Jongin heaves him higher against the windows. Sehun's skin tugs along the glass, but Jongin knows Sehun doesn't care.
Allowing Sehun to rest more weight on his hips, Jongin lowers a lube-covered finger and pushes in. Groaning, Sehun ruts forward, and Jongin tries not to stare at the sight of a slick cockhead rubbing against his own stomach.
Everything else falls into place too quickly for Jongin's liking after that. Sehun's impatient, only waiting for two fingers before demanding that Jongin get inside him. Sehun's skin squeaks against the glass rapidly as Jongin thrusts, and it doesn't take long before Sehun's coming onto his own torso, cock tinged red and jumping a little with each spurt. Jongin releases into Sehun, hands holding the socialite up around the ribs as he stumbles over to the bed with weak knees.
x. wedding vows views | sekai | in which jongin can't stop staring at sehun's butt (224w)
"Stop staring at his ass," Kyungsoo deadpans, looking horribly disproving of Jongin as the latter blatantly checks out his boyfriend's behind.
"But just look at it," Jongin insists. "Those pants fit so snugly. It's amazing. They're like half-moons."
"Good god," Kyungsoo mutters, wanting so desperately to facepalm but not being able to since they're at a goddamn wedding. Jongin sighs quietly and leans forward. Kyungsoo shoves him backwards roughly and glares.
"Stop it. At least be polite and give the couple your attention for a few minutes. The vows are about to start."
Reluctantly, Jongin turns away from Sehun and gives the bride and groom a good three minutes of his attention. But when the vows are done and they're pronounced husband and wife, Jongin stands (with the rest, of course) and applauds - partly because he's happy for them and partly because he can finally go over to his boyfriend and shamelessly grope his behind.
"You're such a pervert," Kyungsoo mutters, but Jongin pretends not to hear him and he dashes over to Sehun's side.
"You look great," Jongin declares, sliding an arm around Sehun's waist. He keeps it there for a few seconds before discretely lowering it down to the swell of his ass.
"Not here," Sehun says, pulling Jongin's hand back up to his waist.
"It's okay. I just wanted to touch."
xi. easy awakenings | sekai | part of college!arc; in which sehun wakes jongin up nicely (169w)
Jongin is woken up very rudely by a smack to the face courtesy of Oh Sehun featuring Oh Sehun's pillow.
"You're going to be late for class," Sehun informs him kindly, leaning down just close enough for Jongin to see the flecks in his irises but far enough to that Jongin can't kiss him. "Get up."
"No," Jongin whines, grabbing Sehun's pillow and placing it over his face. "Don't want to."
"It's the first class for the semester," Sehun says, wrenching the pillow off. "You have to."
Jongin cracks an eye open. "Give me a kiss."
"Not until you get up and wash up and get dressed."
Groaning, Jongin rolls out of bed and stumbles into the bathroom. "You're such a party pooper."
At least Sehun keeps his promises though. The moment Jongin's all washed up and changed, Sehun grabs him by the face and pulls him in close.
"I like the smell of your aftershave on you," he says pleasantly, and pulls Jongin's bottom lip between his teeth.
xii. in twenty minutes | sekai | continuation of animal shelter!au; in which jongin comes back to ask sehun for a date (253w)
"It's you again," Sehun says, looking at Jongin with a mix of surprise and confusion. "What are you doing back here? Is the Corgi alright? Your sister seemed pretty confident about -'
"It's doing well, it's perfectly fine," Jongin interrupts. "I came because I was in the area and uh, I just wanted to see you."
Pinking, Sehun ducks behind the counter and fumbles with things that Jongin can't see. Fighting back a smile, Jongin leans against the countertop and waits for Sehun to resurface.
"Ah," Sehun says when he does, "why... why did you want to come see me?"
Shrugging, Jongin fiddles with the stack of name cards. He shuffles them as he looks up at Sehun -Sehun coughs when their eyes meet and he looks away instantly.
"When does your lunch break start?" Jongin asks boldly. "Let me take you out for coffee."
Sehun wets his lips and Jongin can almost see the cogs in his brain working.
"I don't like coffee," is what Sehun says next. Jongin grins.
"That's okay. We can go wherever you want."
Lively eyes narrow themselves at Jongin, but Jongin doesn't waver.
"Fine," Sehun relents. "You can take me out. My break's in twenty."
Setting the name cards down, Jongin leans forward - Sehun leans back instinctively.
"Great," Jongin says sincerely. "I'll wait. I'll be over there with the puppies. I think they miss me."
With that, he walks off in the direction of the puppies. Sehun's "But you've only been here once!" rings cheerfully in his ears.
xiii. voyeur | sekai, luhan | CEO!au; in which luhan watches the CEOs have sex (532w)
Luhan had gotten there earlier when he received the order to book both his boss and CEO Oh a hotel room suite. He had long since figured out that the pair are in some sort of relationship, what with Mr. Kim leaving the office everyday for lunch when he can make it and appearing with hickeys down his neck and along his collarbones more often than not. Jongin himself had realised that Luhan had pieced everything together, but Luhan swore that he won't let anything slip.
Which is a tough promise for him to keep, because Luhan harbours a maddening crush on Oh Sehun.
But Luhan has found a way to make things work for him. Whenever Jongin tells him to book a suite for the two of them, Luhan goes to the suite a couple of hours before either CEOs are due to be there in order to install his trusty set of CCTV cameras. He'll also book a cheaper room a few floors down with his own money where he'll lie in bed with his laptop on his stomach. There's just two cameras, small enough to hide in corners of the bedroom's ceiling. Luhan has long since gotten past the lewdness of it all, finding everything he can get from the cameras much too satisfying to stop.
He's jerked out of his reverie when he sees a figure appearing in the suite's bedroom. It's Jongin. Luhan waits patiently. It doesn't take long before Sehun appears too.
The plus side about their hotel rendezvous is that the meetings are usually just for sex. These meetings usually occur during busy periods in their respective companies, because odds are that they'll be too busy to head over to each other's homes after a long day of meetings, proposals, and reports to deal with. Once every couple of weeks during these 'droughts', they'll disappear into a hotel suite under the disguise of a meeting with a client, and Luhan always looks forward to these times.
He leans closer to the screen the moment the couple are on the bed. Luhan observes how Jongin works Sehun's pants off sharp hips, over a full ass, and down slim legs. It's as if he's been practicing every day, although Luhan knows that's not the case. They keep their dress shirts on with the top few buttons unbuttoned - Jongin sneaks a hand in and Luhan feels himself hardening when Sehun arches into the touch, mouth falling open silently. It's during times like these that Luhan wishes the cameras came with microphones.
He can barely see Jongin's fingers working at Sehun's nipple, but he can most definitely see Jongin's other hand tugging Sehun's underwear off. Luhan's breaths come heavier at the sight of Sehun's erection, and proud and curved just for Jongin -that fact makes Luhan growl and he tugs off his bottoms with more force than necessary. He fists his cock at the same time Jongin wraps fingers around Sehun's. Luhan matches Jongin pump for pump, moaning when he sees Sehun insert a finger into himself as Jongin bends to lave at an exposed nipple.
Luhan comes embarrassingly fast - Jongin's just entered when Luhan shudders over his hands.
xiv. shine | hunhan | in which sehun gives luhan something shiny on new year's day (426w)
"It's so pretty," Luhan murmurs, scarf wrapped snugly around his neck and a gloved hand held up to his forehead to keep the confetti pieces from falling into his eyes as he glances up at the sky. His other gloved hand in safe in Sehun's ungloved one.
"It really is," Sehun replies, and his tone is so tender that Luhan turns to look at him, only to find Sehun looking right back at him. "I like what I see."
Luhan blushes horribly, eyes snapping back to the never-ending amount of confetti raining down on them. Sehun just smiles and finally turns away.
"Where do all these come from?" Luhan wonders, turning this way and that in an attempt to find the source.
"I don't know, but it makes for a good background in a selca," Sehun says, pulling out his phone with his free hand. Luhan leans in automatically, and the flash goes off when Sehun presses the button, flooding their faces with light and bringing out the joy in their eyes just that much more.
"I look pale with the flash," Luhan complains, looking at the photo. Sehun simply sets it as his background picture and pockets his phone. Luhan smiles up at him and lets Sehun drop a kiss onto the corner of his eye.
"What are your New Year's Resolutions?" Sehun asks as they walk towards the centre of the square.
"I don't really have any," Luhan muses, smiling down at a young girl as she nearly runs into his legs. She sprints towards her parents with wide eyes. "You?"
"I have one," Sehun replies. "I'll hopefully accomplish it today."
Curious, Luhan looks over. "What is it?"
Sehun gently extracts his hand from Luhan's before reaching into his pocket. He pulls out a small, white box, and it's only when Sehun's on one knee does Luhan realise what's happening. Everyone in the square seems to stop what they're doing before turning around to see things unfold.
"Luhan, will you marry me? I promise to ban Jongin from eating deer meat from now on."
"Yes, yes I will," pops out from between Luhan's lips before he has a chance to will the word out. Confetti continues to rain down on them as Sehun slips the ring onto Luhan's finger - the applause around them is thunderous, and Luhan spies the little girl jumping up and down, her small hand in the grasp of her mother's.
xv. exhaustion | sekai | in which jongin fails to take care of himself (545w)
"Sehun! Don't run, what if you -"
"Let him go," Kyungsoo mutters, pushing Junmyeon's hand down. "You know how he is about Jongin and Jongin's health."
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Sehun storms into Jongin's private ward, positively fuming. Jongin's just woken up, and the nurse had barely gotten out a few words when Sehun had brushed past her and into the room. He shuts the door behind him and locks it, not giving a single flying fuck about what the other members will think. Leaning against the door, Sehun wills himself not to break down right there and then.
"What did I tell you," Sehun says lowly, voice thrumming with frustration. Jongin, looking sickly with tired eyes and pale lips, flinches.
"Sehun -"
"Don't say my name," Sehun snaps, taking a few steps closer to the bed despite not wanting to. His heart aches with every step because each step simply brings him closer to the exhaustion-ridden boy on the hospital bed. "You have no right to say my name right now; every single time I tell you to take care of yourself, do you ever listen to me?"
Jongin winces and gestures weakly for Sehun to come sit by him, but Sehun refuses to give in that easily. If Jongin wants to go and work himself into the ground and have a bunch of people worrying after him, he deserves a good talking (yelling) to.
"Do you ever maybe just think that this is not the time for the rest of us to be worrying over your health? Maybe it's not the best time to spend 18 hours a day in the practice room when we're not having a concert or when we're not performing on music shows. Maybe it's not such a great idea going 10 hours without food and surviving on bottles after bottles of water. Maybe it's not such a great idea getting 2 hours of sleep when you have a performance the very next day."
By this point, Sehun's a little red in the face and his nails are pushing painfully into the flesh of his palms. There are unshed tears in his eyes but Sehun refuses to let them fall.
"Sehun..." Jongin's voice is raspy and Sehun absolutely hates it.
"If you get sick, who'll take care of me," Sehun mumbles, the fight suddenly taken out of him. He folds himself into the plastic chair by Jongin's bedside and places his hand in Jongin's outstretched one. "Who will make sure I've eaten and that I'm not cold when I'm in bed? Who will smile that smile of yours at me and make me forget about the pressure and stress and the ridiculous amount of expectations we have to meet? Who?"
Jongin thumbs at Sehun's knuckles because it's the only thing he has energy to do right now.
"I'm so sorry, Sehun-ah," Jongin croaks. His eyes are glistening and Sehun rubs at his own, effectively swiping his tears away. Reaching out with a free hand to grab a glass of water, Sehun lifts it up to Jongin's lips and watches the glass drain empty.
"You should be," Sehun mutters, bringing the back of Jongin's hand up to his cheek. "Expect me to stay angry until you're well enough for me to hit you ten times repeatedly."
xvi. silk shirts | sekai | sekai ceo!au arc; in which sehun wears one of jongin's silk shirts (501w)
Jongin's just finished doing the dishes when the front door to his penthouse opens. There're only two people in the world that have keys to his place, one being his mother and the other being Sehun. His mother is currently living in another city, so odds are that the person who'd just entered is his boyfriend -not that Jongin's complaining.
"You're done work early today," Jongin says, glancing at the clock as he dries his hands. Just short of nine, which is most definitely early considering how Sehun's company has a new product launching soon.
"Yeah," Sehun's voice carries into the kitchen and Jongin follows it out into the living room. Sehun's ridding himself of his suit jacket, tossing the garment onto the couch where it falls over his briefcase. But Jongin doesn't pay any attention to any of that. When Sehun steps into Jongin's personal space for a little affection, Jongin's distracted by the subtle shine of Sehun's dress shirt -it looks oddly familiar.
"Is that my shirt?" Jongin asks, throat suddenly dry. He knows it is; he doesn't wear it often because it's a big too big around the shoulders, but it fits Sehun as if it were tailor-made for him.
"Yes," Sehun says, head tilting. "Why?"
Jongin stares at how the fabric clings to the curve of his waist and the slight protrusion of his pectorals. Without uttering a single word, Jongin lifts a hand and runs the pad of his forefinger down where he knows Sehun's nipple lies.
Sehun jumps, partly due to the sheer surprise and partly because he's insanely sensitive there. Jongin isn't disappointed; he sees the nipple peak just a couple of seconds later.
"What are you doing," Sehun hisses, batting Jongin's hand away. Jongin shrugs innocently and grabs onto Sehun's wrist with one hand as he returns to his nipple with his free hand. The bud pushes against the thin fabric tantalisingly, and the moment Jongin sees the other nipple start to peak, he breaks and yanks Sehun towards his (their) bedroom.
Ten minutes later sees Sehun stark naked save for the silk shirt. It's unbuttoned, and the sides pool against his ribs as Jongin runs his hands down Sehun's sides, over his hips, and around down the inside of his thighs.
"Can I fuck you hard," Jongin whispers, swiftly pouring lube onto his fingers and rubbing tight circles against Sehun's entrance. Sehun flushes a dark red, somehow matching the colour of his cock. He nods, speechless, and Jongin pushes in with two fingers. Sehun tenses around the digits, hips lifting off the bed due to the discomfort. But Jongin keeps at it, and it doesn't take long until Sehun's keening for more.
The bed jostles with each thrust of Jongin's hips and Jongin swears that there will be angry red welts down his back when they're done, courtesy of Sehun's nails. He fucks into Sehun relentlessly, constantly yearning for the tightness whenever he pushes back in and Sehun contracts around him instinctively.
xvii. fairies | sekai | in which jongin has an obsession with mythical creatures (911w)
Not a lot of people know this, but Jongin has a crazy obsession for mythical creatures. He has a pile of unicorn plushies by his bed and a ton of fairy, elf, and dwarf figurines lining his desk. There're two shelves on his bookcase dedicated to books about mythical creatures, but the most incredulous collection he has are the dress-up costumes he keeps beneath his bed.
Sehun knows about all of these -he should, seeing how he's Jongin's boyfriend for two years and counting. He's always been curious as to how far Jongin's obsession stretched, but Sehun had never bothered trying to figure it out. Until that one day he stumbles across a picture saved in Jongin's phone that depicts two male fairies getting it on.
It's on Jongin's birthday that Sehun decides to put his plan into action. He sends Jongin out with a few friends for the day, promising him that they'll get to spend quality time once he gets home in the evening. He recruits the help of Jongin's sister -who is thankfully very open-minded - in order to transform into the prettiest fairy Jongin will ever see. Jongin's sister contours Sehun's face expertly, crafting sharper, slimmer, and fairy-like features. She finishes by rubbing baby pink gloss onto the centre of Sehun's lips.
"Stunning," she says, sounding a little taken-aback by the realisation.
Sehun simply grins and thanks her for her help. When she leaves, Sehun pulls out a pink babydoll dress that he'd gotten online and changes into it, adjusting the straps so that they don't dig uncomfortably into his bones. He empties half a bottle of glitter onto his skin, and straps on matching wings. Jongin's due to be back anytime now, and Sehun decides a bit of prep might be a good idea. So he flits to Jongin's bed and flops on it, eyes fluttering shut as he imagines Jongin's face and how he himself would look to Jongin with his dress pushed up to his hips, cock held in place with his lacy underwear.
Sehun's so lost in his thoughts that he doesn't realise it when Jongin enters the room.
"Sehun..?" Jongin says, voice cracking on the last syllable. Sehun's eyes fly open and he removes his hand from where it's been gently rubbing at the shaft of his cock through the lace.
"Happy birthday," Sehun announces, letting a thigh fall open. Jongin's eyes follow the movement. Fighting back a grin, Sehun gets up and heads over to Jongin, giving a little twirl so that all of his fairy likeness is exuded. Jongin feels his throat dry up.
"Are you supposed to be a... a fairy?"
Sehun winks - Jongin pounces.
Lips fasten themselves to the side of Sehun's neck and Sehun brings one of Jongin's thighs between his legs for something to rub the head of his cock on. Jongin's fast - he's never been like this during any of their lovemaking sessions before -, stripping himself of his clothing in record time before pulling back and gazing at a flushed Sehun underneath him.
A trembling hand runs down a thigh and Jongin fights the urge to thumb at Sehun's cock - there's a wet patch near his navel, the lace soaked through and through with precum.
"So pretty," Jongin mumbles, tracing the neckline of the dress and flicking his thumb over a nipple. Sehun brings his bottom lip into his mouth and tries not to moan. He fails horribly when Jongin pushes the dress further up and hooks a leg onto his shoulder -when Sehun's hips lift off the bed, Jongin dips a finger into the crack of his ass and rubs briefly at his entrance, the lace giving incredible friction.
"Come on Jongin; fuck your little fairy princess," Sehun breathes, a hand coming down to pull the panties to one side. Jongin swears very eloquently and reaches for the lube, slicking up messily before lining himself up, the crown of his dick nudging Sehun's hole. Jongin's fingers are tight on Sehun's hips, seemingly nervous, but Sehun motions for him to enter.
"Don't worry, I prepped before you got back," Sehun says, rubbing at his dick through his panties. He makes it a mental note to wear lace panties more often; the slight roughness of the material is sheer heaven against his aching dick.
Jongin pushes in with a grunt, body leaning over Sehun's as he seeks out Sehun's mouth. The gloss had long since been licked off, but a faint taste remains and Jongin eagerly kisses it up. There's no finesse to Jongin's thrusts, but it's more than enough to render Sehun into a mess of moans and whimpers, his cock twitching in their confines. Jongin thumbs at the slit hard, digging a lace covered nail gently into it before running his palm over the entire head.
Sehun comes with sharp jerks, come spilling out of his underwear and onto Jongin's hand. His breath hitches when Jongin follows suit, fists balled into the fabric of his dress and hips snapping deeper into Sehun with each pulse of his release.
Everything is sticky, and Sehun doesn't think the pair of panties will be salvaged. He lets Jongin rid him of it, feeling the garment slink down his hips and thighs. Jongin bends to lick and kiss the shaft of Sehun's spent cock, and Sehun doesn't have the energy to stop him.
"So pretty," Jongin repeats, tongue darting out to clean up traces of come in the slit.
xviii. a night out | krishun | in which they sneak out at night (384w)
Yifan looks at his phone the second it starts to vibrate. He doesn't need to check caller ID in order to know who it is -he picks up the call as he heads over to the huge cupboard of shoes.
"We're in the same place," he says lightly, picking out a pair and plopping them onto the floor. "You didn't need to call."
"I didn't want to yell," Sehun's voice crackles through the phone. "Everyone's sleeping or about to be. Are we going out?"
"I'm already waiting," Yifan replies, and a second later he hears a bedroom door being opened and closed. Sehun appears around the corner, sliding in on his socks with a small smile on his face.
They each hang up and pocket their phones, and Yifan waits patiently as Sehun tugs shoes on.
"Don't step there," Sehun says, pointing at a small square of floor. "It squeaks really loudly."
"How many times have you snuck out?" Yifan asks, eyebrow raised.
Sehun grins and hops out into the hallway. "Jongin likes to eat a lot at night. I may share the same tendencies."
Yifan shuts the door gingerly and Sehun slips his hand into Yifan's larger one as soon as he pockets the keys.
"There's a carnival going on tonight," Sehun says, swinging their hands leisurely. "Shall we go?"
"If you promise not to attract any attention while we're there, sure."
"Can't promise that," Sehun says, shaking his head. "It's me we're talking about."
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It's almost 3 in the morning but they're squashed into a car on the ferris wheel, Sehun's fingers wrapped around a stick of cotton candy.
"Don't get sick in here," Yifan warns, staring as Sehun chomps away at the sugared fluff. Sehun shakes his head in an effort to convey the fact that he won't, but the cloud of candy blocks half of his face.
"Want some?" Sehun asks, shoving the candy in front of Yifan. Yifan simply pushes Sehun's hand away, gently.
"I'll just settle for watching you eat it," Yifan says, "then it'll be a win-win situation."
"What do you win from doing that," Sehun snorts, "this is so good."
"I win because I get to look at you," Yifan replies, and Sehun chokes as he inhales a chunk of cotton candy down the wrong pipe.
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