(for ambulanceu) In Theory [1/2]
For: ambulanceu
Title: In Theory
Pairing: Jongin/Sehun, minor Jongin/D.O and Sehun/OFC
Word Count: ~12,000 words
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: sexual content, slight homophobia, cigarettes
Summary: Jongin wonders what a finger in his ass feels like and Sehun wonders if ramen is back in stock on Mondays.
Author's Note: i wrote two fics for you; i hope that’s okay!
"What do you think a finger in your ass feels like?" Jongin asks one day, out of the blue being a huge understatement. They'd been sitting in Chemistry class, the teacher going on about ionic bonds and something else they couldn't quite grasp, and Jongin looked like he was trying to contemplate the meaning of life, staring at the ceiling in similarity to how a pastor would look up in the chapel to ask God about something or other; forgiveness maybe.
"Excuse me?" Sehun replied.
"Don't you ever wonder?" Jongin pushed, leaning fully on his chair now to look back at Sehun, who was sitting behind him. "How things would go if you just snuck your pinkie in the next time you jacked off or something?"
"Uh, no? That's some gay shit, dude." Sehun crossed his arms for masculine emphasis, spreading his legs too to assert his proud dick. Okay, he should probably close them, that tactic wasn't helping his case.
"Would it still be gay if it was a girl doing it, though?" Sehun was having a real hard time trying to digest the thought process Jongin was slamming him with, and understanding why it was even coming out of his mouth.
"What kind of question is that even..."
"Sorry-- yeah, I don't know. Forget it." Jongin scratched the back of his head, playing the slight awkwardness off by pretending he'd been stretching all along and that had been why he'd been turned around facing his best friend.
"So you're saying you want a finger in your ass?" Sehun asked after a few moments of contemplation and silence, finding himself intrigued (or worried? Worried).
"In theory," Jongin confirmed, trying to gauge Sehun's reaction. It wasn't like Jongin had been thinking about it for a whole year or so and was only now trying to see if it was as weird as it felt.
"Anyone's finger?" Sehun tested.
"I guess...I don't think it matters too much."
Sehun nodded slowly, pursing his lips. His hands were in his pockets now, his note-taking long forgotten.
"Well it matters if it's a guy, because that would mean, you know, that you're into guys, or something," Sehun reminded him, running a dismissive hand through his hair. And checking out the window as a scapegoat distraction.
"Is that a bad thing?" Jongin asked, and he sounded almost crestfallen to Sehun's ears. Was Sehun a homophobe? No. So why was this so weird for him to talk about?
"I guess not...I mean it's...actually, yeah, who cares? It's just a finger, right? Just a finger and an ass." He cleared his throat to get over the fact that he'd just talked so casually about ass-fingering. "Sometimes I even wonder what a guy's ass would feel like compared to a pussy, you know?" He added to try and make Jongin more comfortable, even though he hadn’t.
Jongin raised his left eyebrow, eyes full of disbelief. "Really?"
"Yeah, kinda." Sehun shrugged again, for good measure. He felt like that was how people could be dismissive about most things and definitely not held accountable for shit they'd said. "I don't know. I've just heard all this stuff about them being tighter or something, so having it around your dick would probably feel good? In theory."
"Yeah. I don't know, I just want to try it once," Jongin mumbled, and Sehun squinted at him.
"Sticking it in some guy's pooper?"
"No, the finger up my ass thing," Jongin emphasized, like he was talking about video games or something, like duh, what do you think?
"Oh. Yeah, that's good. To be honest I always imagined -if you were gay or whatever- you'd be the kind of guy who would want things in him. Like in your mouth or ass or whatever. We probably have more holes too, but I can't think of any right now."
"Uh...that's majorly tmi?" Jongin said with his eyebrows furrowed, but turned back around to face Sehun again. Sehun shrugged. God bless the non-committal shrug; his personal lifeguard.
"I know, sorry. I didn't mean to creep you out or anything. What kinda gay would I be, though?" Jongin laughed like what are you playing at, man?, maybe slight caution, and Sehun felt himself turn red.
"Dude, what am I supposed to reply to that?"
"I don't know, just your thoughts. Like just think about it for one second. Think about you and me." Jongin's eyes widened enough for his corneas to be double his irises.
"Whoa, whoa, what?"
"Uh-- In theory," Sehun added quickly, feeling like his shirt was too tight all of a sudden. "Completely hypothetical."
"Um..."
"I'd penetrate you, right?" He blurted, unsure why he was even still talking. Maybe he'd lost his mind while inhaling some dangerous fumes from their prior lab experiments.
"Okay, now you're being weird. I didn't mean for this to be that weird," Jongin mumbled.
Sehun laughed quietly, gripping his pencil so tight he could feel himself getting splinters. Jongin still hadn't turned back around, though. He was fully attentive, perched on top of the back of his chair with folded arms.
"Sorry. But really though-- my dick is bigger, even. And you're so like...I don't know, kind of a pushover." Jongin frowned, and it was his turn to squint his eyes.
"Excuse me?"
"No, like, in a good way. Like you're cute when you do the things I tell you to and stuff."
Did Jongin have a man ego? Sehun wasn't too sure, but he hadn't felt a punch to his groin yet, so he was going to assume he was still in somewhat safe territory.
"You're talking about me like I'm some kind of maid," Jongin said with knotted eyebrows. Actually, speaking of maids, Jongin would look kinda nice in a maid outfit. He was lean and had a sufficient ass and dresses were kinda pretty in general, not to mention they were very liberating for 'juniors'...anyways.
"Not a maid, more like a loyal puppy."
"Great," Jongin said, not trying to hide his heavy sarcasm. "Good to know you want to stick your dick up my poop chute because I resemble a puppy. That sounds like what all best friends tell each other."
"We don't know what they're saying when nobody else is around," Sehun insists indignantly. "For all we know Zac Efron and Taylor Lautner have been having this exact conversation like fifty times."
"Is Taylor me and Zac You?"
"Yeah."
"Twilight Taylor or Eclipse Taylor?" Jongin asked, like that was way more important that dicks up butts.
"Sharkboy and Lavagirl Taylor..."
"What the fuck?” Jongin exclaimed. He pulled his head back in offense. “And I suppose you're The Lucky One Zac, then?"
"Yeah." Jongin couldn't resist the urge to roll his eyes anymore. Sehun was too much.
"Why am I, like, twelve?"
"Like I said: cute puppy, very obedient, etcetera, etcetera."
"You wish you were Zac Efron. He can actually grow a beard."
"Says face-of-a-baby's-ass."
"You need to quit it with the baby references, it's getting weird," Jongin groaned, rubbing his forehead. "Wait, what were we even talking about?"
"Fingers and maybe a dick up your ass,” Sehun said seriously, stroking his chin now. “Possibly mine."
"Okay, hold on. Come with me to the bathroom and we can try the thing."
"The thing?” Sehun said quietly, looking around himself to see if anyone else had been listening. “Like what we've been talking about?"
Jongin blushed madly, before he hesitantly replied, "Yeah..."
"You really wanna try the thing?" Sehun tried to confirm.
"I mean...only if you want to?” Jongin said, trying to sound a good balance between dismissive and eager. “And I'm bored? Chemistry blows?"
Sehun leaned in closer, stealing a quick glance down at Jongin’s nether regions. "Dick thing or finger thing?"
"Finger thing...I mean I've never even--"
"Oh right. Yeah. Okay."
*
It was a little weird but also a little exciting to be in the bathroom for other business than doing business. Jongin had his arms folded over his hoodie, his body tense and his lips pressed thin, and Sehun was standing by the dryer, hands in his back pockets, where he conveniently had a strip of condoms that he'd forgotten to take out after that party on Friday. He'd been saving them for the cute chick in Chemistry with the big tits honestly, but he felt excitement course through his veins as he pulled them out with a sweaty hand and stared at Jongin's rapidly flushing face.
"Sehun, I can't-- I mean, we decided on just the finger thing..." Jongin sounded really cute when he stumbled over his words, which wasn't too often. Usually he just got pissy a lot or sounded bored.
"Oh yeah," Sehun said flatly, chucking the condoms on the counter. Jongin could feel small twitches in his pants, and it was weird. It was weirdly hot that Sehun wanted to fuck him. And with the condoms he'd been famously saving for Soojung, no less.
"So...are you just gonna stare or are you actually gonna do something?" Jongin ended up asking, averting his gaze to the side once he realized how eager he sounded.
Sehun shrugged, but stepped forward and pulled his jacket off, letting it drop to the floor. Jongin would be lying if he said he didn't check out Sehun's ripped guns, and Sehun would be lying if he tried to pretend he wasn't showing them off.
"Lucky you getting a partner like me; I can bench-press twice your weight at the gym," Sehun chuckled, and Jongin rolled his eyes with great exaggeration, but felt himself stir in his pants yet again. He hoped Sehun wouldn't notice, or he'd never hear the end of it. Was it weird if he kind of wanted Sehun to choke him? "Alright. Pants off, I suppose," Sehun continued, taking off the thick, silver ring on his right hand and shoving it in his pocket. Jongin undid his Levi's, pushing them down so that they ended up bunched around his calves. "Boxers too..."
"Why do I have to be the only one getting naked?" Jongin whined.
"What, you want to see my dick?" Sehun asked, confused.
"No, just...ugh, whatever." Jongin rolled his eyes for what felt like the hundredth time, but grabbed for his boxers nonetheless and yanked them down to join his pants. Sehun glanced between his legs, very obviously, and Jongin could feel his whole body turning red.
"That's a pretty, little thing you got there. You're lucky I'm a top or you'd be struggling a hell of a lot trying to satisfy someone with that."
Jongin glared, one second away from yanking all his clothes back up, but before he could do so, Sehun had grabbed his wrist and was staring down at him in fascination, until he was touching. His long fingers cupped Jongin's junk, squeezing ever so slightly. It was soft, kind of like a breast, but with a springy rod in it. He’d touched his own before (to the point of red, sore skin) but never someone else’s, and it felt different.
"What the-- I thought we were gonna--"
"Can you just shut up for like one second?" Sehun barked, heart already pounding in his chest as he took the liberty to fondle his best friend's balls. Fun, little things. Kinda like round, mini mozzarellas. In a sack.
"Shit," Jongin pressed out, throwing his head back quickly and bucking forwards. Sehun's hands were warm and firm. Not that it mattered, because it didn't.
"I'm just petting you a little," Sehun informed him, squeezing yet again, and Jongin had to take a sharp inhale of air.
"Dude, stop with the fucking puppy references. It's weird."
Sehun looked up at him (finally), and Jongin was surprised to see a thin splash of pink spreading over his cheeks. Sehun retreated his hand (Jongin wouldn't dare admit that he missed it already) and then put said hand on his own hip, looking confused.
"Alright, so..." Both Sehun and Jongin could feel the shift of temperature in the bathroom, but neither one wanted to make the next move.
Sehun ended up taking it, as usual, and pulled on Jongin's arm so that he turned him around, before he squatted down on the tiled floor. Jongin could feel Sehun's warm fingers on his ass, and had to grip at the counter to shut himself up.
Touching Jongin's ass was really weird, but it wasn't weird enough to make Sehun stop. It felt just like any other ass, but less flat. He was ashamed to admit that he kind of wanted to use it as a pillow and sleep on it for a greater part of eternity.
"Fuck...just put one in...fuck..." He'd almost forgotten Jongin was expecting him to do something, and pulled his hands away.
"You want me to finger you?"
"What do you think?" Jongin groaned, thighs clenching.
A resounding slap sounded in the air, and Jongin's eyes went wide as he observed himself in the mirror.
"Don't talk back to me," Sehun growled. Jongin couldn't deny that Sehun being so controlling was almost hot, but then the shithead stifled a laugh and Jongin went back to feeling embarrassed. "Okay, I'm putting one in now."
"I'm fucking older than you, so show some respect, you barbarian," Jongin mumbled against the sink.
"Don't even talk to me about respect Mr. God I Need Something Thick in My Needy Ass Hole Right Now Wah Wah Wah I'm A Whiny Bitch."
Jongin blushed, turning his head away indignantly. "I hate you so much."
"Conveniently, you don't hate my fingers up your ass, so...it plays out well for me in the end. Mazel tov."
Jongin was about to tell him to forget about fingering his ass to salvage any of the frail dignity he had left, but then he was breached and he had to curl his fingers into the ceramic and groan loudly to process the sensation. He could swear his toes curled too.
"Damn...that actually looks really nice," Sehun said behind him, and Jongin knew he was admiring the view with a smirk on his face, that motherfucker.
"Knuckle deep in Jessica Jung nice or 'not gross' nice?" Jongin prompted, with what voice he still had left.
"First one," Sehun said confidently. "Definitely the first one. Jesus, you keep clenching on me. Calm down."
"That's because you're teasing me, so stop it, fuckface."
Another loud crack sounded in the room of Sehun's big palm meeting Jongin's tender flesh. He could feel it jiggle.
"Watch your mouth."
Jongin's eyes darkened. "You're enjoying the shit out of this, aren't you?"
"You bet. I'm just gonna--" Jongin felt one of Sehun's hands spread his cheeks further apart like he was a fucking curtain. A second later the blunt tip of a second finger pressed up to his rim next to the first. "Yeah. Fuck. Just one more. Yeah..."
The second sinking in felt like Jesus' second coming; a bit more ribbed and very filling. Kinda making him want to exclaim 'hallelujah' while claiming to be a godly reincarnation.
He groaned into the sink, feeling his legs grow weak. Sehun had a steady, warm hand on the small of his back, and soon enough he began experimentally moving his fingers around, making Jongin clench from spikes of pleasure.
"Shit. You're sucking me in so good. You should see yourself."
"Well it fucking burns; use some spit or something."
Jongin had not expected Sehun to just spit down on his hole from where he was now standing, and felt the urge to punch his lights out.
"Ew! What the--"
Sehun cut him off with a twist and scissoring of his fingers, and Jongin ended up laying lifelessly down on the counter. Sehun's digits were thick and long and somehow seemed to know what he wanted.
"You look good stuffed full with me," Sehun mumbled, and Jongin could hear him breathing irregularly. For the first time in a long time, Jongin was too distracted to deliver some sick burn comeback, biting his lower lip to hold back a whiny, probably very emasculating moan. He could feel his back arch into Sehun's touch, and just as he'd gotten used to the feeling, Sehun introduced another damn finger.
"Your fingers are gonna smell like ass," Jongin grunted, feeling somewhat self-conscious about the whole ordeal now. Sehun chuckled and leaned forward to kiss Jongin's left ass cheek, feeling a strong urge to suck on it. Or bite it.
"Gotta let people know where I've been, ain't I?" He replied, unphased by Jongin's attempt to disturb him. "Besides, your ass is gonna smell like my come."
"Sehun--"
"I'm just kidding," Sehun reassured him with a stiff laugh, totally not trying to gauge Jongin's reaction to the idea because he wanted in so bad. "Actually, I'm not; I just saw your dick twitch, you kinky, little boy."
Jongin groaned in a mixture of negative emotions while hoping to become one with the bathroom sink. The feeling of fingers in him burned and it was weird, but not as weird as he'd thought. He just needed Sehun to stop twisting and wiggling. He was getting weaker by the second.
"Still got those condoms. Changed your mind?" Sehun tried.
Jongin remained silent, imagining Sehun's cock pushing into him and feeling slightly out of breath. He was hard and leaking and he just needed to get off. He didn't have time for Sehun and his virginity-taking objective.
"In a fucking bathroom? Really?"
"As good a place as any," Sehun assured him, and Jongin could hear him shrugging. Sehun was barely listening to what Jongin was saying, busy palming his bulge and pressing slightly up against Jongin's leg.
"I don't think so."
"Would you rather have my dick inside you while we lie on your Spiderman sheets and listen to your sister whining about her cheerleader try-outs while your Mom vacuums downstairs to drown her out?"
Jongin remained silent, considering his options. He'd tried kissing a girl in his room one time, but they had an 'open door' policy, and so he'd been stuck glaring out at the hallway completely terrified while said girl made unwanted advances. In a burst of spontaneity and impatience, Jongin spread his legs further, biting his lips. He wanted to feel how the girls felt when they screamed in pornos. He wanted to be overwhelmed. They always looked like they were having the time of their life.
"Fine. Fucking fine. Just get in me."
"Nice," Sehun just commented at his permission, but Jongin could feel the palm on his hip shake with excitement.
There was a rustle of clothes and a condom wrapper and Jongin imagined Sehun rolling the rubber over his cock, stroking it a few times maybe, until something big and blunt pressed at his entrance, making him freeze.
"Alright, so...I'm going in now. Kick me if it hurts. Or something."
Before Jongin even got to prepare himself, the warm head of Sehun's cock was nudging at his hole, sending a burning sensation all over his body. He closed his eyes, hoping the whole thing wasn't supposed to be this painful.
"What the fuck. Why isn't it going in?" He heard Sehun breathe in annoyance, pressing Jongin further down over the sink as if that would give him more access. Jongin's eyes were beginning to sting with tears.
"Ow-- fuck-take it out! It fucking hurts!"
Sehun let go of his hips and looked utterly confused in the mirror. Jongin still felt the burn in his backside, as if he'd just lowered his ass over a lighter. The two of them stood there in silence for a little while, Jongin trying to catch his breath while Sehun tried to decide whether he should keep himself stiff or let himself go soft.
"Guess I'm just too big for your little ass to handle, babe," Sehun teased half-heartedly, helping Jongin pull his pants back up after Jongin firmly told him that no, they were not trying that again.
"Too dry, you uneducated fuck."
"You can be educated on ass matters?" Sehun questioned, mildly intrigued. The angry look on Jongin's face made the comment very worth it.
Jongin rolled his eyes, clenching his ass a few times to try and soothe it. "I'm leaving."
*
Nobody ever particularly cared what Sehun and Jongin were up to. In their eyes they were just something like slacker stoners, going nowhere 'assholes, probably', 'homophobes, probably', 'straight as a ruler and addicted to average titties and PUSSY PUSSY PUSSY, probably'.
Right?
Sehun coughed as he realized he inhaled his cigarette too hard while being distracted by Jongin's ass in his skater-boi skinny jeans, kick flipping all over the sidewalk and falling one too many times. Dick size wasn’t the only thing Jongin was self-conscious about, Sehun figured.
"How am I supposed to be able to show my face in the skating park if I can't even land an ollie?" Jongin whined, kicking his skateboard away from him in frustration. Jongin was considerably worse than him, and had banned them both from the park until he could look like somewhat of a non-noob and not make a fool of himself in front of everyone, including the girls that always watched and giggled like it was some sort of public spectacle.
"At least your ass looks good--" Sehun accidentally began to say out loud, then tried to salvage himself. "--ness gracious would you look at the time. It's getting late."
"It's okay," Jongin insisted. "Your dick looks good when you grind on the rails. Sticks out and stuff. No homo."
"Really?" Sehun changed his tone of voice and twisted his snapback around. "I mean-- of course. Of course my dick looks fucking good. I have the best damn dick in this shithole," he insisted, looking out over the ugly, old buildings and the lone grandpa walking his dog in the distance.
"Which shit hole? Are you referring to mine?" Jongin asked with a grin, and it was Sehun's turn to roll his eyes and walk out on him.
*
They tried the thing Jongin had vowed to never try again on the last day of school, on his Spiderman sheets and everything. Sehun could have taken them both to his place instead, but apparently he was a mind-reader, and figured Jongin would be most comfortable at home.
"I come prepared this time," Sehun gloated, shaking a white bottle in front of Jongin's face so that he could barely read the writing on it. Jongin had just finished eating the rice crispy treat left over from his little sister's bake sale, and was struggling to get the sticky component off his lips.
"It's oil-based, though. You should get a water based one," Jongin rambled, and Sehun groaned.
"Fuck off. They use oil on slip-and-slides and it works fine." Jongin narrowed his eyes while finding a single rice crispy stuck on his chin.
"Do I look like a fucking slip-and-slide to you?"
"Long, wet, and annoying?" Sehun tried. "Yes."
Jongin threw his pillow at him, wondering if it was too late to play Assassin's Creed instead. He wouldn't admit it, but he was kind of nervous. When Sehun had tried that shit the first time, it had felt like the lower half of his body was being split open. But there he was, taking off his t-shirt and jeans. Sehun stripped this time as well, and Jongin decided that he liked the whole ordeal way more when Sehun's hot skin was flush against his.
They kissed this time, reading somewhere that foreplay was the key to no pain, and Jongin got dizzy with heat when Sehun trailed his lips down his neck and chest, stopping right above his pelvic bone.
"Watch yourself fail to get in me like the first time," Jongin laughed, trying to be funny but sounding more cynical slash concerned, his hands gripping tight onto his sheets.
"Can you chill your inanimate-object ass for like one second?" Was Sehun's reply, and Jongin shut up, much to Sehun's satisfaction.
It never ceased to amaze Sehun how good Jongin looked down there. It was obvious that he'd shaved for him this time and that was fucking (no homo) cute. His ass jiggled as Sehun fondled it, and he couldn't resist the urge to tug on himself as he palmed Jongin heftily. Jongin was face down in his sheets, whining every once in a while and staying quiet the rest.
It took Sehun a few minutes to get to the actual lube prepping, because he'd been too busy mapping out his best friend's body with his tongue and groping at every fleshy bit that he could. The whole sex with a dude thing would maybe not be that bad. He did miss the tits, though; he did miss the tits.
It took Jongin whining fifty-something times and struggling to punch him in the stomach to get Sehun to finally grab for the lube and coat his fingers and dick with it liberally until the sheets beneath him were a sticky mess that he hoped Jongin could forgive him for.
One finger first. One had been fine last time too. Jongin was warm and his finger was cold and wet. Second one was harder, but with lube it was a whole nother game than with some spit in a shitty bathroom. When it came to his dick, Sehun was honestly scared of hurting Jongin again, and kinda wanted to pussy out last minute, but Jongin wasn't having that.
"Just fucking fuck me," he groaned, grabbing Sehun's hair to get him to come back after he'd started pulling away.
"You sure?" Sehun ran his slick fist up and down his eager cock, his legs getting ready to give out. Jongin was panting with three of Sehun's fingers still inside him, clutching his own face and nodding frantically.
"I'm not made of fucking glass; I can take it."
Sehun was well aware that Jongin wasn't made of glass. He'd seen him take hit after hit while playing streetball with the guys from the high school downtown. He'd seen him spit on and tackle some guy who had stolen his bike two years ago. That didn't change the fact that he didn't like the look on Jongin's face when he was hurting.
"Alright, um...kick me if it hurts, I guess." Jongin nodded, liking that arrangement. A sharp intake of air was the only sound coming from him. Sehun would admit he was pretty scared himself, even if he wasn't a virgin. Jongin was. Well, at least an ass virgin.
He fed his dick into Jongin slowly. The engorged head first -which was the hardest part and had Jongin yelling into the sheets- but once that was past his tight ring the rest of Sehun's shaft slid in with moderate ease.
Jongin's mouth was open and his fingers were twitching and Sehun felt his mind go blank as he was pulled into the most suffocating and heavenly heat he'd ever experienced. He reached forward to hold Jongin’s hand to calm him down, dropping his head forward on Jongin’s shoulder.
"Shit," Sehun pressed out through clenched teeth, using a moment of pause to run his hand down Jongin's flushed back. Seating himself in to the hilt, Jongin groaned and Sehun leaned down over him more, waiting for his best friend to give him to okay to do something.
Jongin was struggling to decide whether the stretch of Sehun's cock in him was more painful or pleasurable, but it was hard to tell. He did know it felt good somehow, though, to have Sehun inside him. He was big and warm and Jongin had tears in his eyes because he was so overwhelmed.
"Can I start...?" Sehun started, and Jongin nodded his head up and down frantically, spreading his legs ever so slightly more.
Sehun went slow at first, sliding in and pulling out carefully enough to hear the wet sounds of his movements. God, Jongin was tight as fuck. How could he ever go back to pussy?
"You should have worn a condom," Jongin turned around to tell him, grabbing his arm.
"But you can't get pregnant," Sehun remarked, batting his arm away and pushing Jongin's head down into the mattress.
"Did you ever pay any fucking attention in health class?" Came Jongin muffled and slightly agitated voice from the sheets.
"From the sounds of it, no?"
"Well I can get AIDS!"
"Listen, Pissbaby The Second, I've worn a condom with everyone else, so I haven't picked up shit. And I'm inside the damn hole where you shit from, but you don’t see me complaining."
Jongin gave up, Sehun's shaft feeling to good sliding in and out of him anyways. He would never say it, but feeling Sehun inside without any barriers was quite the experience.
"Jesus." There Jongin went talking about Jesus again. He should really leave the poor fella out of his loopy moments of arousal. Was it weird that he felt like 'Jesus' was the perfect way to describe how Sehun was slamming his cock into his sore ass?
"Jesus," Sehun agreed, and it made him feel less weird. Orgasms were life's constant inexplicable miracles anyways, so they might as well both be. Okay, any more Jesus thoughts and he'd be on a one-way trip to Unsolicited Soft Dick Station, meaning he would let his ass get beaten raw for no good outcome.
"How have you not come yet?" Sehun complained, and that was code for 'I don't know how much longer I can hold my orgasm back because apparently I'm a twelve year old virgin again'.
"God knows," Jongin said ironically, laughing to himself as Sehun unloaded into him; wet, wet, sticky and kinda warm.
"I'll finish you, I'll finish you," Sehun said quickly before Jongin could complain, still seated inside him as he reached for Jongin's dick and pumped it with a strong fist.
part two
Title: In Theory
Pairing: Jongin/Sehun, minor Jongin/D.O and Sehun/OFC
Word Count: ~12,000 words
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: sexual content, slight homophobia, cigarettes
Summary: Jongin wonders what a finger in his ass feels like and Sehun wonders if ramen is back in stock on Mondays.
Author's Note: i wrote two fics for you; i hope that’s okay!
"What do you think a finger in your ass feels like?" Jongin asks one day, out of the blue being a huge understatement. They'd been sitting in Chemistry class, the teacher going on about ionic bonds and something else they couldn't quite grasp, and Jongin looked like he was trying to contemplate the meaning of life, staring at the ceiling in similarity to how a pastor would look up in the chapel to ask God about something or other; forgiveness maybe.
"Excuse me?" Sehun replied.
"Don't you ever wonder?" Jongin pushed, leaning fully on his chair now to look back at Sehun, who was sitting behind him. "How things would go if you just snuck your pinkie in the next time you jacked off or something?"
"Uh, no? That's some gay shit, dude." Sehun crossed his arms for masculine emphasis, spreading his legs too to assert his proud dick. Okay, he should probably close them, that tactic wasn't helping his case.
"Would it still be gay if it was a girl doing it, though?" Sehun was having a real hard time trying to digest the thought process Jongin was slamming him with, and understanding why it was even coming out of his mouth.
"What kind of question is that even..."
"Sorry-- yeah, I don't know. Forget it." Jongin scratched the back of his head, playing the slight awkwardness off by pretending he'd been stretching all along and that had been why he'd been turned around facing his best friend.
"So you're saying you want a finger in your ass?" Sehun asked after a few moments of contemplation and silence, finding himself intrigued (or worried? Worried).
"In theory," Jongin confirmed, trying to gauge Sehun's reaction. It wasn't like Jongin had been thinking about it for a whole year or so and was only now trying to see if it was as weird as it felt.
"Anyone's finger?" Sehun tested.
"I guess...I don't think it matters too much."
Sehun nodded slowly, pursing his lips. His hands were in his pockets now, his note-taking long forgotten.
"Well it matters if it's a guy, because that would mean, you know, that you're into guys, or something," Sehun reminded him, running a dismissive hand through his hair. And checking out the window as a scapegoat distraction.
"Is that a bad thing?" Jongin asked, and he sounded almost crestfallen to Sehun's ears. Was Sehun a homophobe? No. So why was this so weird for him to talk about?
"I guess not...I mean it's...actually, yeah, who cares? It's just a finger, right? Just a finger and an ass." He cleared his throat to get over the fact that he'd just talked so casually about ass-fingering. "Sometimes I even wonder what a guy's ass would feel like compared to a pussy, you know?" He added to try and make Jongin more comfortable, even though he hadn’t.
Jongin raised his left eyebrow, eyes full of disbelief. "Really?"
"Yeah, kinda." Sehun shrugged again, for good measure. He felt like that was how people could be dismissive about most things and definitely not held accountable for shit they'd said. "I don't know. I've just heard all this stuff about them being tighter or something, so having it around your dick would probably feel good? In theory."
"Yeah. I don't know, I just want to try it once," Jongin mumbled, and Sehun squinted at him.
"Sticking it in some guy's pooper?"
"No, the finger up my ass thing," Jongin emphasized, like he was talking about video games or something, like duh, what do you think?
"Oh. Yeah, that's good. To be honest I always imagined -if you were gay or whatever- you'd be the kind of guy who would want things in him. Like in your mouth or ass or whatever. We probably have more holes too, but I can't think of any right now."
"Uh...that's majorly tmi?" Jongin said with his eyebrows furrowed, but turned back around to face Sehun again. Sehun shrugged. God bless the non-committal shrug; his personal lifeguard.
"I know, sorry. I didn't mean to creep you out or anything. What kinda gay would I be, though?" Jongin laughed like what are you playing at, man?, maybe slight caution, and Sehun felt himself turn red.
"Dude, what am I supposed to reply to that?"
"I don't know, just your thoughts. Like just think about it for one second. Think about you and me." Jongin's eyes widened enough for his corneas to be double his irises.
"Whoa, whoa, what?"
"Uh-- In theory," Sehun added quickly, feeling like his shirt was too tight all of a sudden. "Completely hypothetical."
"Um..."
"I'd penetrate you, right?" He blurted, unsure why he was even still talking. Maybe he'd lost his mind while inhaling some dangerous fumes from their prior lab experiments.
"Okay, now you're being weird. I didn't mean for this to be that weird," Jongin mumbled.
Sehun laughed quietly, gripping his pencil so tight he could feel himself getting splinters. Jongin still hadn't turned back around, though. He was fully attentive, perched on top of the back of his chair with folded arms.
"Sorry. But really though-- my dick is bigger, even. And you're so like...I don't know, kind of a pushover." Jongin frowned, and it was his turn to squint his eyes.
"Excuse me?"
"No, like, in a good way. Like you're cute when you do the things I tell you to and stuff."
Did Jongin have a man ego? Sehun wasn't too sure, but he hadn't felt a punch to his groin yet, so he was going to assume he was still in somewhat safe territory.
"You're talking about me like I'm some kind of maid," Jongin said with knotted eyebrows. Actually, speaking of maids, Jongin would look kinda nice in a maid outfit. He was lean and had a sufficient ass and dresses were kinda pretty in general, not to mention they were very liberating for 'juniors'...anyways.
"Not a maid, more like a loyal puppy."
"Great," Jongin said, not trying to hide his heavy sarcasm. "Good to know you want to stick your dick up my poop chute because I resemble a puppy. That sounds like what all best friends tell each other."
"We don't know what they're saying when nobody else is around," Sehun insists indignantly. "For all we know Zac Efron and Taylor Lautner have been having this exact conversation like fifty times."
"Is Taylor me and Zac You?"
"Yeah."
"Twilight Taylor or Eclipse Taylor?" Jongin asked, like that was way more important that dicks up butts.
"Sharkboy and Lavagirl Taylor..."
"What the fuck?” Jongin exclaimed. He pulled his head back in offense. “And I suppose you're The Lucky One Zac, then?"
"Yeah." Jongin couldn't resist the urge to roll his eyes anymore. Sehun was too much.
"Why am I, like, twelve?"
"Like I said: cute puppy, very obedient, etcetera, etcetera."
"You wish you were Zac Efron. He can actually grow a beard."
"Says face-of-a-baby's-ass."
"You need to quit it with the baby references, it's getting weird," Jongin groaned, rubbing his forehead. "Wait, what were we even talking about?"
"Fingers and maybe a dick up your ass,” Sehun said seriously, stroking his chin now. “Possibly mine."
"Okay, hold on. Come with me to the bathroom and we can try the thing."
"The thing?” Sehun said quietly, looking around himself to see if anyone else had been listening. “Like what we've been talking about?"
Jongin blushed madly, before he hesitantly replied, "Yeah..."
"You really wanna try the thing?" Sehun tried to confirm.
"I mean...only if you want to?” Jongin said, trying to sound a good balance between dismissive and eager. “And I'm bored? Chemistry blows?"
Sehun leaned in closer, stealing a quick glance down at Jongin’s nether regions. "Dick thing or finger thing?"
"Finger thing...I mean I've never even--"
"Oh right. Yeah. Okay."
*
It was a little weird but also a little exciting to be in the bathroom for other business than doing business. Jongin had his arms folded over his hoodie, his body tense and his lips pressed thin, and Sehun was standing by the dryer, hands in his back pockets, where he conveniently had a strip of condoms that he'd forgotten to take out after that party on Friday. He'd been saving them for the cute chick in Chemistry with the big tits honestly, but he felt excitement course through his veins as he pulled them out with a sweaty hand and stared at Jongin's rapidly flushing face.
"Sehun, I can't-- I mean, we decided on just the finger thing..." Jongin sounded really cute when he stumbled over his words, which wasn't too often. Usually he just got pissy a lot or sounded bored.
"Oh yeah," Sehun said flatly, chucking the condoms on the counter. Jongin could feel small twitches in his pants, and it was weird. It was weirdly hot that Sehun wanted to fuck him. And with the condoms he'd been famously saving for Soojung, no less.
"So...are you just gonna stare or are you actually gonna do something?" Jongin ended up asking, averting his gaze to the side once he realized how eager he sounded.
Sehun shrugged, but stepped forward and pulled his jacket off, letting it drop to the floor. Jongin would be lying if he said he didn't check out Sehun's ripped guns, and Sehun would be lying if he tried to pretend he wasn't showing them off.
"Lucky you getting a partner like me; I can bench-press twice your weight at the gym," Sehun chuckled, and Jongin rolled his eyes with great exaggeration, but felt himself stir in his pants yet again. He hoped Sehun wouldn't notice, or he'd never hear the end of it. Was it weird if he kind of wanted Sehun to choke him? "Alright. Pants off, I suppose," Sehun continued, taking off the thick, silver ring on his right hand and shoving it in his pocket. Jongin undid his Levi's, pushing them down so that they ended up bunched around his calves. "Boxers too..."
"Why do I have to be the only one getting naked?" Jongin whined.
"What, you want to see my dick?" Sehun asked, confused.
"No, just...ugh, whatever." Jongin rolled his eyes for what felt like the hundredth time, but grabbed for his boxers nonetheless and yanked them down to join his pants. Sehun glanced between his legs, very obviously, and Jongin could feel his whole body turning red.
"That's a pretty, little thing you got there. You're lucky I'm a top or you'd be struggling a hell of a lot trying to satisfy someone with that."
Jongin glared, one second away from yanking all his clothes back up, but before he could do so, Sehun had grabbed his wrist and was staring down at him in fascination, until he was touching. His long fingers cupped Jongin's junk, squeezing ever so slightly. It was soft, kind of like a breast, but with a springy rod in it. He’d touched his own before (to the point of red, sore skin) but never someone else’s, and it felt different.
"What the-- I thought we were gonna--"
"Can you just shut up for like one second?" Sehun barked, heart already pounding in his chest as he took the liberty to fondle his best friend's balls. Fun, little things. Kinda like round, mini mozzarellas. In a sack.
"Shit," Jongin pressed out, throwing his head back quickly and bucking forwards. Sehun's hands were warm and firm. Not that it mattered, because it didn't.
"I'm just petting you a little," Sehun informed him, squeezing yet again, and Jongin had to take a sharp inhale of air.
"Dude, stop with the fucking puppy references. It's weird."
Sehun looked up at him (finally), and Jongin was surprised to see a thin splash of pink spreading over his cheeks. Sehun retreated his hand (Jongin wouldn't dare admit that he missed it already) and then put said hand on his own hip, looking confused.
"Alright, so..." Both Sehun and Jongin could feel the shift of temperature in the bathroom, but neither one wanted to make the next move.
Sehun ended up taking it, as usual, and pulled on Jongin's arm so that he turned him around, before he squatted down on the tiled floor. Jongin could feel Sehun's warm fingers on his ass, and had to grip at the counter to shut himself up.
Touching Jongin's ass was really weird, but it wasn't weird enough to make Sehun stop. It felt just like any other ass, but less flat. He was ashamed to admit that he kind of wanted to use it as a pillow and sleep on it for a greater part of eternity.
"Fuck...just put one in...fuck..." He'd almost forgotten Jongin was expecting him to do something, and pulled his hands away.
"You want me to finger you?"
"What do you think?" Jongin groaned, thighs clenching.
A resounding slap sounded in the air, and Jongin's eyes went wide as he observed himself in the mirror.
"Don't talk back to me," Sehun growled. Jongin couldn't deny that Sehun being so controlling was almost hot, but then the shithead stifled a laugh and Jongin went back to feeling embarrassed. "Okay, I'm putting one in now."
"I'm fucking older than you, so show some respect, you barbarian," Jongin mumbled against the sink.
"Don't even talk to me about respect Mr. God I Need Something Thick in My Needy Ass Hole Right Now Wah Wah Wah I'm A Whiny Bitch."
Jongin blushed, turning his head away indignantly. "I hate you so much."
"Conveniently, you don't hate my fingers up your ass, so...it plays out well for me in the end. Mazel tov."
Jongin was about to tell him to forget about fingering his ass to salvage any of the frail dignity he had left, but then he was breached and he had to curl his fingers into the ceramic and groan loudly to process the sensation. He could swear his toes curled too.
"Damn...that actually looks really nice," Sehun said behind him, and Jongin knew he was admiring the view with a smirk on his face, that motherfucker.
"Knuckle deep in Jessica Jung nice or 'not gross' nice?" Jongin prompted, with what voice he still had left.
"First one," Sehun said confidently. "Definitely the first one. Jesus, you keep clenching on me. Calm down."
"That's because you're teasing me, so stop it, fuckface."
Another loud crack sounded in the room of Sehun's big palm meeting Jongin's tender flesh. He could feel it jiggle.
"Watch your mouth."
Jongin's eyes darkened. "You're enjoying the shit out of this, aren't you?"
"You bet. I'm just gonna--" Jongin felt one of Sehun's hands spread his cheeks further apart like he was a fucking curtain. A second later the blunt tip of a second finger pressed up to his rim next to the first. "Yeah. Fuck. Just one more. Yeah..."
The second sinking in felt like Jesus' second coming; a bit more ribbed and very filling. Kinda making him want to exclaim 'hallelujah' while claiming to be a godly reincarnation.
He groaned into the sink, feeling his legs grow weak. Sehun had a steady, warm hand on the small of his back, and soon enough he began experimentally moving his fingers around, making Jongin clench from spikes of pleasure.
"Shit. You're sucking me in so good. You should see yourself."
"Well it fucking burns; use some spit or something."
Jongin had not expected Sehun to just spit down on his hole from where he was now standing, and felt the urge to punch his lights out.
"Ew! What the--"
Sehun cut him off with a twist and scissoring of his fingers, and Jongin ended up laying lifelessly down on the counter. Sehun's digits were thick and long and somehow seemed to know what he wanted.
"You look good stuffed full with me," Sehun mumbled, and Jongin could hear him breathing irregularly. For the first time in a long time, Jongin was too distracted to deliver some sick burn comeback, biting his lower lip to hold back a whiny, probably very emasculating moan. He could feel his back arch into Sehun's touch, and just as he'd gotten used to the feeling, Sehun introduced another damn finger.
"Your fingers are gonna smell like ass," Jongin grunted, feeling somewhat self-conscious about the whole ordeal now. Sehun chuckled and leaned forward to kiss Jongin's left ass cheek, feeling a strong urge to suck on it. Or bite it.
"Gotta let people know where I've been, ain't I?" He replied, unphased by Jongin's attempt to disturb him. "Besides, your ass is gonna smell like my come."
"Sehun--"
"I'm just kidding," Sehun reassured him with a stiff laugh, totally not trying to gauge Jongin's reaction to the idea because he wanted in so bad. "Actually, I'm not; I just saw your dick twitch, you kinky, little boy."
Jongin groaned in a mixture of negative emotions while hoping to become one with the bathroom sink. The feeling of fingers in him burned and it was weird, but not as weird as he'd thought. He just needed Sehun to stop twisting and wiggling. He was getting weaker by the second.
"Still got those condoms. Changed your mind?" Sehun tried.
Jongin remained silent, imagining Sehun's cock pushing into him and feeling slightly out of breath. He was hard and leaking and he just needed to get off. He didn't have time for Sehun and his virginity-taking objective.
"In a fucking bathroom? Really?"
"As good a place as any," Sehun assured him, and Jongin could hear him shrugging. Sehun was barely listening to what Jongin was saying, busy palming his bulge and pressing slightly up against Jongin's leg.
"I don't think so."
"Would you rather have my dick inside you while we lie on your Spiderman sheets and listen to your sister whining about her cheerleader try-outs while your Mom vacuums downstairs to drown her out?"
Jongin remained silent, considering his options. He'd tried kissing a girl in his room one time, but they had an 'open door' policy, and so he'd been stuck glaring out at the hallway completely terrified while said girl made unwanted advances. In a burst of spontaneity and impatience, Jongin spread his legs further, biting his lips. He wanted to feel how the girls felt when they screamed in pornos. He wanted to be overwhelmed. They always looked like they were having the time of their life.
"Fine. Fucking fine. Just get in me."
"Nice," Sehun just commented at his permission, but Jongin could feel the palm on his hip shake with excitement.
There was a rustle of clothes and a condom wrapper and Jongin imagined Sehun rolling the rubber over his cock, stroking it a few times maybe, until something big and blunt pressed at his entrance, making him freeze.
"Alright, so...I'm going in now. Kick me if it hurts. Or something."
Before Jongin even got to prepare himself, the warm head of Sehun's cock was nudging at his hole, sending a burning sensation all over his body. He closed his eyes, hoping the whole thing wasn't supposed to be this painful.
"What the fuck. Why isn't it going in?" He heard Sehun breathe in annoyance, pressing Jongin further down over the sink as if that would give him more access. Jongin's eyes were beginning to sting with tears.
"Ow-- fuck-take it out! It fucking hurts!"
Sehun let go of his hips and looked utterly confused in the mirror. Jongin still felt the burn in his backside, as if he'd just lowered his ass over a lighter. The two of them stood there in silence for a little while, Jongin trying to catch his breath while Sehun tried to decide whether he should keep himself stiff or let himself go soft.
"Guess I'm just too big for your little ass to handle, babe," Sehun teased half-heartedly, helping Jongin pull his pants back up after Jongin firmly told him that no, they were not trying that again.
"Too dry, you uneducated fuck."
"You can be educated on ass matters?" Sehun questioned, mildly intrigued. The angry look on Jongin's face made the comment very worth it.
Jongin rolled his eyes, clenching his ass a few times to try and soothe it. "I'm leaving."
*
Nobody ever particularly cared what Sehun and Jongin were up to. In their eyes they were just something like slacker stoners, going nowhere 'assholes, probably', 'homophobes, probably', 'straight as a ruler and addicted to average titties and PUSSY PUSSY PUSSY, probably'.
Right?
Sehun coughed as he realized he inhaled his cigarette too hard while being distracted by Jongin's ass in his skater-boi skinny jeans, kick flipping all over the sidewalk and falling one too many times. Dick size wasn’t the only thing Jongin was self-conscious about, Sehun figured.
"How am I supposed to be able to show my face in the skating park if I can't even land an ollie?" Jongin whined, kicking his skateboard away from him in frustration. Jongin was considerably worse than him, and had banned them both from the park until he could look like somewhat of a non-noob and not make a fool of himself in front of everyone, including the girls that always watched and giggled like it was some sort of public spectacle.
"At least your ass looks good--" Sehun accidentally began to say out loud, then tried to salvage himself. "--ness gracious would you look at the time. It's getting late."
"It's okay," Jongin insisted. "Your dick looks good when you grind on the rails. Sticks out and stuff. No homo."
"Really?" Sehun changed his tone of voice and twisted his snapback around. "I mean-- of course. Of course my dick looks fucking good. I have the best damn dick in this shithole," he insisted, looking out over the ugly, old buildings and the lone grandpa walking his dog in the distance.
"Which shit hole? Are you referring to mine?" Jongin asked with a grin, and it was Sehun's turn to roll his eyes and walk out on him.
*
They tried the thing Jongin had vowed to never try again on the last day of school, on his Spiderman sheets and everything. Sehun could have taken them both to his place instead, but apparently he was a mind-reader, and figured Jongin would be most comfortable at home.
"I come prepared this time," Sehun gloated, shaking a white bottle in front of Jongin's face so that he could barely read the writing on it. Jongin had just finished eating the rice crispy treat left over from his little sister's bake sale, and was struggling to get the sticky component off his lips.
"It's oil-based, though. You should get a water based one," Jongin rambled, and Sehun groaned.
"Fuck off. They use oil on slip-and-slides and it works fine." Jongin narrowed his eyes while finding a single rice crispy stuck on his chin.
"Do I look like a fucking slip-and-slide to you?"
"Long, wet, and annoying?" Sehun tried. "Yes."
Jongin threw his pillow at him, wondering if it was too late to play Assassin's Creed instead. He wouldn't admit it, but he was kind of nervous. When Sehun had tried that shit the first time, it had felt like the lower half of his body was being split open. But there he was, taking off his t-shirt and jeans. Sehun stripped this time as well, and Jongin decided that he liked the whole ordeal way more when Sehun's hot skin was flush against his.
They kissed this time, reading somewhere that foreplay was the key to no pain, and Jongin got dizzy with heat when Sehun trailed his lips down his neck and chest, stopping right above his pelvic bone.
"Watch yourself fail to get in me like the first time," Jongin laughed, trying to be funny but sounding more cynical slash concerned, his hands gripping tight onto his sheets.
"Can you chill your inanimate-object ass for like one second?" Was Sehun's reply, and Jongin shut up, much to Sehun's satisfaction.
It never ceased to amaze Sehun how good Jongin looked down there. It was obvious that he'd shaved for him this time and that was fucking (no homo) cute. His ass jiggled as Sehun fondled it, and he couldn't resist the urge to tug on himself as he palmed Jongin heftily. Jongin was face down in his sheets, whining every once in a while and staying quiet the rest.
It took Sehun a few minutes to get to the actual lube prepping, because he'd been too busy mapping out his best friend's body with his tongue and groping at every fleshy bit that he could. The whole sex with a dude thing would maybe not be that bad. He did miss the tits, though; he did miss the tits.
It took Jongin whining fifty-something times and struggling to punch him in the stomach to get Sehun to finally grab for the lube and coat his fingers and dick with it liberally until the sheets beneath him were a sticky mess that he hoped Jongin could forgive him for.
One finger first. One had been fine last time too. Jongin was warm and his finger was cold and wet. Second one was harder, but with lube it was a whole nother game than with some spit in a shitty bathroom. When it came to his dick, Sehun was honestly scared of hurting Jongin again, and kinda wanted to pussy out last minute, but Jongin wasn't having that.
"Just fucking fuck me," he groaned, grabbing Sehun's hair to get him to come back after he'd started pulling away.
"You sure?" Sehun ran his slick fist up and down his eager cock, his legs getting ready to give out. Jongin was panting with three of Sehun's fingers still inside him, clutching his own face and nodding frantically.
"I'm not made of fucking glass; I can take it."
Sehun was well aware that Jongin wasn't made of glass. He'd seen him take hit after hit while playing streetball with the guys from the high school downtown. He'd seen him spit on and tackle some guy who had stolen his bike two years ago. That didn't change the fact that he didn't like the look on Jongin's face when he was hurting.
"Alright, um...kick me if it hurts, I guess." Jongin nodded, liking that arrangement. A sharp intake of air was the only sound coming from him. Sehun would admit he was pretty scared himself, even if he wasn't a virgin. Jongin was. Well, at least an ass virgin.
He fed his dick into Jongin slowly. The engorged head first -which was the hardest part and had Jongin yelling into the sheets- but once that was past his tight ring the rest of Sehun's shaft slid in with moderate ease.
Jongin's mouth was open and his fingers were twitching and Sehun felt his mind go blank as he was pulled into the most suffocating and heavenly heat he'd ever experienced. He reached forward to hold Jongin’s hand to calm him down, dropping his head forward on Jongin’s shoulder.
"Shit," Sehun pressed out through clenched teeth, using a moment of pause to run his hand down Jongin's flushed back. Seating himself in to the hilt, Jongin groaned and Sehun leaned down over him more, waiting for his best friend to give him to okay to do something.
Jongin was struggling to decide whether the stretch of Sehun's cock in him was more painful or pleasurable, but it was hard to tell. He did know it felt good somehow, though, to have Sehun inside him. He was big and warm and Jongin had tears in his eyes because he was so overwhelmed.
"Can I start...?" Sehun started, and Jongin nodded his head up and down frantically, spreading his legs ever so slightly more.
Sehun went slow at first, sliding in and pulling out carefully enough to hear the wet sounds of his movements. God, Jongin was tight as fuck. How could he ever go back to pussy?
"You should have worn a condom," Jongin turned around to tell him, grabbing his arm.
"But you can't get pregnant," Sehun remarked, batting his arm away and pushing Jongin's head down into the mattress.
"Did you ever pay any fucking attention in health class?" Came Jongin muffled and slightly agitated voice from the sheets.
"From the sounds of it, no?"
"Well I can get AIDS!"
"Listen, Pissbaby The Second, I've worn a condom with everyone else, so I haven't picked up shit. And I'm inside the damn hole where you shit from, but you don’t see me complaining."
Jongin gave up, Sehun's shaft feeling to good sliding in and out of him anyways. He would never say it, but feeling Sehun inside without any barriers was quite the experience.
"Jesus." There Jongin went talking about Jesus again. He should really leave the poor fella out of his loopy moments of arousal. Was it weird that he felt like 'Jesus' was the perfect way to describe how Sehun was slamming his cock into his sore ass?
"Jesus," Sehun agreed, and it made him feel less weird. Orgasms were life's constant inexplicable miracles anyways, so they might as well both be. Okay, any more Jesus thoughts and he'd be on a one-way trip to Unsolicited Soft Dick Station, meaning he would let his ass get beaten raw for no good outcome.
"How have you not come yet?" Sehun complained, and that was code for 'I don't know how much longer I can hold my orgasm back because apparently I'm a twelve year old virgin again'.
"God knows," Jongin said ironically, laughing to himself as Sehun unloaded into him; wet, wet, sticky and kinda warm.
"I'll finish you, I'll finish you," Sehun said quickly before Jongin could complain, still seated inside him as he reached for Jongin's dick and pumped it with a strong fist.
part two