[oneshot] ain't nothing but mammals
Title: ain't nothing but mammals
Pairing: sehun/suho
Rating: nc17
Genre: pwp, crack, au
Warnings: swearing, sex
Author: gdgdbaby
Notes: written for an anon on world of text who wanted businessman suho and prostitute sehun. unrepentant idfic, really. 1,573 words.
The last thing Joonmyun expects to see when he walks into the hotel suite is a buck-naked male prostitute spread across the bedclothes-but it's what he gets, pale skin and long legs stretched over the coverlet, blond hair flattened against a deep burgundy pillowcase.
"Uh," Joonmyun says. His briefcase hits the floor with a dull thud. He's heard vague stories about this kind of thing before-high-priced escorts sent to woo rich businessmen, young boys smiling prettily one minute and maxing credit cards out the next-but he never thought it would happen to him. "I think you might have the wrong room?"
The kid sits up and frowns, folds his legs underneath him. Joonmyun decidedly does not stare at his lap, hums a little and shifts his gaze to the ceiling instead. It doesn't last long. "The guy at the front desk said room 313," he says, voice kind of soft and breathy, coming out with a light lisp.
Shit, Joonmyun thinks weakly. The door clicks shut behind him. "I'm here for a meeting," he offers. "Not-this?"
"Are you sure?" the kid says, and he sends Joonmyun this coy smile, an eyebrow arching high. He licks his lips and rises from the bed.
When Joonmyun scoots back, the doorknob presses hard against the skin of his tailbone.
"What's your name?" the kid asks abruptly, stepping closer. He's taller than Joonmyun by half a head, at least.
Joonmyun swallows thickly. "Um-"
"I'm Sehun," he volunteers, lips tilting up again.
"Joonmyun," he replies automatically, and then pale arms brace themselves on either side of Joonmyun's head. A knee slides in between his, warm and solid and just barely brushing against his crotch.
"When's your meeting?"
It takes a second for Joonmyun to register the question at all. "Come again?"
"What time," Sehun says, slower this time, "is your meeting?"
"Two-two in the afternoon."
Sehun inclines his head, face swinging closer, and Joonmyun's mouth parts a little, their breaths mingling in the dry air. "Then we don't have a lot of time, then, do we?"
One of Sehun's hands dives into Joonmyun's pants and grabs at his dick. "How old are you?" Joonmyun blurts out. He winces before the question even makes it all the way of his mouth, nose crinkling with embarrassment.
Sehun doesn't look very offended, though-just amused. "Old enough," he says, very dry, "to do this." He gives Joonmyun's cock a firm stroke.
Joonmyun's vision goes a little fuzzy around the edges. He gasps, blinking, and then he's pinned flush to the door, bucking hard into Sehun's hand, coat jacket hanging from his elbows and dress shirt half-unbuttoned. His knees buckle a little and Sehun wraps an arm around his waist to prop him up, peppers these tiny wet kisses into the skin beneath Joonmyun's chin. Sehun's kind of remarkably strong: Joonmyun goes limp in his arms when he comes, but Sehun's grip never falters.
"Can I fuck you?" Sehun inquires a beat later, as if he's only asking Joonmyun about the weather, or for a bit of tea.
Joonmyun almost chokes on his own spit.
"It won't take long, if that's what you're worried about." The hand in Joonmyun's pants reaches around and a fingertip brushes gently against the rim of Joonmyun's asshole.
Joonmyun can't help the sigh that escapes his mouth. He can't disguise the way his body automatically moves back against the touch either, ass tensing as he inhales. He squeezes his eyes shut for a second.
"Can I?" Sehun asks again, nudging closer with insistence. For the first time, Joonmyun becomes fully aware of the hard length of Sehun's cock pushed against his leg. His throat goes dry.
"Okay," Joonmyun says, and when he opens his eyes Sehun's smiling at him, lids going moon-shaped. He bounces up on the balls of his feet, tongue caught in between his teeth, and leads Joonmyun to the bed.
Joonmyun isn't a fucking teenager anymore. He doesn't-he shouldn't-it should be impossible for him to be so hard again so soon, but something about the way Sehun arranges Joonmyun across the sheets and sucks his own slim fingers into his mouth, lips wrapping tight around them as he sticks them in down to the last knuckle-something about the way he gazes at Joonmyun spread out for him has Joonmyun arching up off the mattress, hands clenching helplessly in the scratchy sheets, dick twitching slowly to attention.
Sehun pulls perfunctory lube and a condom out of the bedside cabinet, rips the packet open with his teeth and dribbles gel all over his hands. Joonmyun sucks in a sharp breath when the first finger slides in, cold and slick.
"Feel alright?" Sehun asks, cocking his head to the side and surveying him. Waiting.
"Are prostitutes usually this polite?" Joonmyun asks before he can stop himself. Sehun laughs and crooks his finger in response. "Shit," he says, grinding down a little.
Sehun introduces another digit. "You just seem like the type."
Joonmyun moans as Sehun fucks him shallowly with his hand. "What-type? What do you mean?"
"You seem like the kind of person who likes things done the proper way," Sehun says, and by this point Joonmyun's really too fucking turned on to analyze whether he's being sarcastic or earnest or judgmental or some mixture of all three. The tips of Sehun's fingers massage at Joonmyun's prostate, steady, light touches against his insides. A small ah of surprise falls out of his mouth at the fizz of pleasure that runs along his spine.
Sehun slicks himself up with practiced ease and positions himself at Joonmyun's asshole, bangs falling forward into his eyes. Joonmyun reaches out and brushes the stray hair away, bites his lip when Sehun sends him an unreadable look.
And then he's asking, "Ready?" voice wavering around the word, and Joonmyun just hooks his leg around Sehun's lower back and guides him forward. Joonmyun's breath hitches a little when Sehun slams in through the tight ring, mouth twisting with concentration above him. It's-cute, really. Joonmyun has to swallow around the chuckle that threatens to bubble out of his mouth. Laughing at the person who's supposed to be fucking you never really seems wise.
Sehun's dick is as long and thin and curved as the rest of him, and the tops of his thighs slap against Joonmyun's ass with every thrust. Joonmyun feels his second orgasm building up in his stomach and groans into the back of his hand, teeth scraping across his knuckles. Sehun knocks it away and kisses him, tongue pushing into Joonmyun's mouth and rubbing against the roof of it. It sucks all the air right out of his lungs.
Sehun presses his thumb along the slit of Joonmyun's cock and that's it, game over, he's coming again for the second time in half an hour, panting into Sehun's mouth, spine arched like the taut string of a pulled bow, Sehun's dick filling him up and pulling him apart. His skin feels like it's stretched too tight, like he might burst if he moves, and his voice comes out ragged when Sehun's name drops from between his lips.
Fingers slip into his hair. Someone's playing with it, breath stirring the sweaty strands. It takes him a minute to realize Sehun's said something. "Sorry?" he manages, blinking blearily.
"Don't you have a meeting?" he repeats.
Joonmyun bolts up, head spinning. He tries to shake it clear. "Shit," he says. He hobbles off the bed and snatches his pants off the floor before turning his head over his shoulder and gazing at Sehun.
"Off you go," Sehun says, waving him away with a lazy hand.
"What about-" Joonmyun flushes, thinking of payment and a plethora of other things, like-he gulps-how Sehun would feel underneath him, or what the dip of his collarbone might taste like. He shakes his head again. "How much?" he asks, setting his jaw.
Sehun snorts, eyes rolling. "It's been taken care of," he replies, airy and mysterious. He shifts onto his back and crosses his legs.
Joonmyun pauses for a moment before buttoning his hopelessly wrinkled shirt and picking his briefcase up. He lingers at the door for a second. "You-"
"You're going to be late," Sehun calls, and Joonmyun clamps his mouth shut. The last things he sees are Sehun's white legs stretched out across the sheets, feet rotating delicately in time with the ceiling fan.
The business meeting goes well: quick, no nonsense, to the point. Even sweaty and tired, hair pulled out of its perfect coif and ass stinging no matter how he sits, Joonmyun is still good at his job.
When he gets back to the hotel room Sehun is gone, of course. Housekeeping's already come by to remake the bed. Joonmyun spares a moment to look around the suite and feel a little crestfallen, though he's not quite sure why.
It isn't until later on the evening, when Joonmyun's picking through the receipts squashed in his suit jacket pocket, that he finds a gaudy-looking business card mixed in with the crumpled paper. ~*~*~ASIANS WAIFS AND PRINCES FOR YOUR SATISFACTION~*~*~, it reads. Joonmyun flips it over to see ten messy digits scrawled across the back.
"Huh," Joonmyun says aloud, sinking down on the edge of the bed. His backside twinges with remembered sensitivity.
(He tosses the receipts. He keeps the business card.)
fin
A/N: in the long plotty 30k version of this story that will never exist, joonmyun starts seeing sehun regularly and figures out he's a college kid trying to put himself through grad school by ~hustling. joonmyun, in a series of well-meaning, misguided attempts to ~save him from that life~ (you can't do this forever, sehun!!! there are better ways to earn money!!! you're a smart kid!) ends up basically pulling a sam seaborn. NATURALLY SEHUN IS NOT HERE FOR THAT SHIT and there are fights and misunderstandings but eventually they both get over themselves and fly off into the sunset together, happily ever after, etc etc ad nauseum
Pairing: sehun/suho
Rating: nc17
Genre: pwp, crack, au
Warnings: swearing, sex
Author: gdgdbaby
Notes: written for an anon on world of text who wanted businessman suho and prostitute sehun. unrepentant idfic, really. 1,573 words.
The last thing Joonmyun expects to see when he walks into the hotel suite is a buck-naked male prostitute spread across the bedclothes-but it's what he gets, pale skin and long legs stretched over the coverlet, blond hair flattened against a deep burgundy pillowcase.
"Uh," Joonmyun says. His briefcase hits the floor with a dull thud. He's heard vague stories about this kind of thing before-high-priced escorts sent to woo rich businessmen, young boys smiling prettily one minute and maxing credit cards out the next-but he never thought it would happen to him. "I think you might have the wrong room?"
The kid sits up and frowns, folds his legs underneath him. Joonmyun decidedly does not stare at his lap, hums a little and shifts his gaze to the ceiling instead. It doesn't last long. "The guy at the front desk said room 313," he says, voice kind of soft and breathy, coming out with a light lisp.
Shit, Joonmyun thinks weakly. The door clicks shut behind him. "I'm here for a meeting," he offers. "Not-this?"
"Are you sure?" the kid says, and he sends Joonmyun this coy smile, an eyebrow arching high. He licks his lips and rises from the bed.
When Joonmyun scoots back, the doorknob presses hard against the skin of his tailbone.
"What's your name?" the kid asks abruptly, stepping closer. He's taller than Joonmyun by half a head, at least.
Joonmyun swallows thickly. "Um-"
"I'm Sehun," he volunteers, lips tilting up again.
"Joonmyun," he replies automatically, and then pale arms brace themselves on either side of Joonmyun's head. A knee slides in between his, warm and solid and just barely brushing against his crotch.
"When's your meeting?"
It takes a second for Joonmyun to register the question at all. "Come again?"
"What time," Sehun says, slower this time, "is your meeting?"
"Two-two in the afternoon."
Sehun inclines his head, face swinging closer, and Joonmyun's mouth parts a little, their breaths mingling in the dry air. "Then we don't have a lot of time, then, do we?"
One of Sehun's hands dives into Joonmyun's pants and grabs at his dick. "How old are you?" Joonmyun blurts out. He winces before the question even makes it all the way of his mouth, nose crinkling with embarrassment.
Sehun doesn't look very offended, though-just amused. "Old enough," he says, very dry, "to do this." He gives Joonmyun's cock a firm stroke.
Joonmyun's vision goes a little fuzzy around the edges. He gasps, blinking, and then he's pinned flush to the door, bucking hard into Sehun's hand, coat jacket hanging from his elbows and dress shirt half-unbuttoned. His knees buckle a little and Sehun wraps an arm around his waist to prop him up, peppers these tiny wet kisses into the skin beneath Joonmyun's chin. Sehun's kind of remarkably strong: Joonmyun goes limp in his arms when he comes, but Sehun's grip never falters.
"Can I fuck you?" Sehun inquires a beat later, as if he's only asking Joonmyun about the weather, or for a bit of tea.
Joonmyun almost chokes on his own spit.
"It won't take long, if that's what you're worried about." The hand in Joonmyun's pants reaches around and a fingertip brushes gently against the rim of Joonmyun's asshole.
Joonmyun can't help the sigh that escapes his mouth. He can't disguise the way his body automatically moves back against the touch either, ass tensing as he inhales. He squeezes his eyes shut for a second.
"Can I?" Sehun asks again, nudging closer with insistence. For the first time, Joonmyun becomes fully aware of the hard length of Sehun's cock pushed against his leg. His throat goes dry.
"Okay," Joonmyun says, and when he opens his eyes Sehun's smiling at him, lids going moon-shaped. He bounces up on the balls of his feet, tongue caught in between his teeth, and leads Joonmyun to the bed.
Joonmyun isn't a fucking teenager anymore. He doesn't-he shouldn't-it should be impossible for him to be so hard again so soon, but something about the way Sehun arranges Joonmyun across the sheets and sucks his own slim fingers into his mouth, lips wrapping tight around them as he sticks them in down to the last knuckle-something about the way he gazes at Joonmyun spread out for him has Joonmyun arching up off the mattress, hands clenching helplessly in the scratchy sheets, dick twitching slowly to attention.
Sehun pulls perfunctory lube and a condom out of the bedside cabinet, rips the packet open with his teeth and dribbles gel all over his hands. Joonmyun sucks in a sharp breath when the first finger slides in, cold and slick.
"Feel alright?" Sehun asks, cocking his head to the side and surveying him. Waiting.
"Are prostitutes usually this polite?" Joonmyun asks before he can stop himself. Sehun laughs and crooks his finger in response. "Shit," he says, grinding down a little.
Sehun introduces another digit. "You just seem like the type."
Joonmyun moans as Sehun fucks him shallowly with his hand. "What-type? What do you mean?"
"You seem like the kind of person who likes things done the proper way," Sehun says, and by this point Joonmyun's really too fucking turned on to analyze whether he's being sarcastic or earnest or judgmental or some mixture of all three. The tips of Sehun's fingers massage at Joonmyun's prostate, steady, light touches against his insides. A small ah of surprise falls out of his mouth at the fizz of pleasure that runs along his spine.
Sehun slicks himself up with practiced ease and positions himself at Joonmyun's asshole, bangs falling forward into his eyes. Joonmyun reaches out and brushes the stray hair away, bites his lip when Sehun sends him an unreadable look.
And then he's asking, "Ready?" voice wavering around the word, and Joonmyun just hooks his leg around Sehun's lower back and guides him forward. Joonmyun's breath hitches a little when Sehun slams in through the tight ring, mouth twisting with concentration above him. It's-cute, really. Joonmyun has to swallow around the chuckle that threatens to bubble out of his mouth. Laughing at the person who's supposed to be fucking you never really seems wise.
Sehun's dick is as long and thin and curved as the rest of him, and the tops of his thighs slap against Joonmyun's ass with every thrust. Joonmyun feels his second orgasm building up in his stomach and groans into the back of his hand, teeth scraping across his knuckles. Sehun knocks it away and kisses him, tongue pushing into Joonmyun's mouth and rubbing against the roof of it. It sucks all the air right out of his lungs.
Sehun presses his thumb along the slit of Joonmyun's cock and that's it, game over, he's coming again for the second time in half an hour, panting into Sehun's mouth, spine arched like the taut string of a pulled bow, Sehun's dick filling him up and pulling him apart. His skin feels like it's stretched too tight, like he might burst if he moves, and his voice comes out ragged when Sehun's name drops from between his lips.
Fingers slip into his hair. Someone's playing with it, breath stirring the sweaty strands. It takes him a minute to realize Sehun's said something. "Sorry?" he manages, blinking blearily.
"Don't you have a meeting?" he repeats.
Joonmyun bolts up, head spinning. He tries to shake it clear. "Shit," he says. He hobbles off the bed and snatches his pants off the floor before turning his head over his shoulder and gazing at Sehun.
"Off you go," Sehun says, waving him away with a lazy hand.
"What about-" Joonmyun flushes, thinking of payment and a plethora of other things, like-he gulps-how Sehun would feel underneath him, or what the dip of his collarbone might taste like. He shakes his head again. "How much?" he asks, setting his jaw.
Sehun snorts, eyes rolling. "It's been taken care of," he replies, airy and mysterious. He shifts onto his back and crosses his legs.
Joonmyun pauses for a moment before buttoning his hopelessly wrinkled shirt and picking his briefcase up. He lingers at the door for a second. "You-"
"You're going to be late," Sehun calls, and Joonmyun clamps his mouth shut. The last things he sees are Sehun's white legs stretched out across the sheets, feet rotating delicately in time with the ceiling fan.
The business meeting goes well: quick, no nonsense, to the point. Even sweaty and tired, hair pulled out of its perfect coif and ass stinging no matter how he sits, Joonmyun is still good at his job.
When he gets back to the hotel room Sehun is gone, of course. Housekeeping's already come by to remake the bed. Joonmyun spares a moment to look around the suite and feel a little crestfallen, though he's not quite sure why.
It isn't until later on the evening, when Joonmyun's picking through the receipts squashed in his suit jacket pocket, that he finds a gaudy-looking business card mixed in with the crumpled paper. ~*~*~ASIANS WAIFS AND PRINCES FOR YOUR SATISFACTION~*~*~, it reads. Joonmyun flips it over to see ten messy digits scrawled across the back.
"Huh," Joonmyun says aloud, sinking down on the edge of the bed. His backside twinges with remembered sensitivity.
(He tosses the receipts. He keeps the business card.)
fin
A/N: in the long plotty 30k version of this story that will never exist, joonmyun starts seeing sehun regularly and figures out he's a college kid trying to put himself through grad school by ~hustling. joonmyun, in a series of well-meaning, misguided attempts to ~save him from that life~ (you can't do this forever, sehun!!! there are better ways to earn money!!! you're a smart kid!) ends up basically pulling a sam seaborn. NATURALLY SEHUN IS NOT HERE FOR THAT SHIT and there are fights and misunderstandings but eventually they both get over themselves and fly off into the sunset together, happily ever after, etc etc ad nauseum