500 Degrees
Pairing: Kris/Sehun
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: master/pet krishun
Summary: Sehun is totally butthurt that Kris is paying more attention to Zitao than him during their night out in Hongdae. They have thirty minutes before Kyungsoo comes home.
notes: this is terrible but here ya go
notes v2.0: here you go lilli :-)
500 degrees;When all the groups had split up for the evening out, Sehun had given Jongin a longing glance. He knew that Jongin was going to call his sister to have her bring over his puppies, and Sehun loved Jongin’s puppies almost as much as Jongin, but he cast a glance over to Kris and knew that if he didn’t go with duizhang, there would be consequences.
So he’s tagging along with the members that he normally doesn’t really associate with. Well, at least, not all together. He’s hung out with Zitao, alone, and Chanyeol, alone, and even Baekhyun but -- all of them together like this? That’s different. And he feels totally out of place. He feels out of place because he’s on the end and Zitao has his arms linked with Kris for warmth, and Baekhyun and Chanyeol are hanging on each other for perhaps less of the same reason. Which leaves Sehun on his own, hands tucked into his pockets, brows slightly knit in his usual displeased expression. Occasionally Baekhyun reaches out to engage him but for the most part Sehun is unresponsive; it’s cold, he’s hungry, and Kris is paying more attention to Chanyeol and Zitao than him.
The first shop they go into, Sehun makes himself scarce. Kris, Chanyeol and Zitao are having fun trying things on and Baekhyun is entertaining them, but Sehun is just sort of standing awkwardly by a rack of keychains. He doesn’t really… fit in? Yeah. That’s it, he thinks, as he watches everyone fuss over their appearance.
When they’re bored of the shop and get ready to go, Sehun doesn’t bother telling Zitao, who is still caught up in the hats. He smirks a little to himself when Zitao gets left behind, and even though he’s no closer to Kris, he still feels a weird sense of righteous, bratty accomplishment. He’s not the maknae for no reason.
But it’s Kris that notices first and Sehun deflates a little. Zitao catches up and looks a bit sheepish and they all start complaining about the cold, and Sehun’s ankles are feeling exposed in these highwaters and yeah, he didn’t know it’d be this cold either.
At the suggestion of food, he perks up. Hungry and cold: solved. Now all that’s left is this whole Not Having Kris’ Attention thing. Inside the shop Sehun sits down at the table not really thinking about it, and when Kris slides in next to him, his mood starts to perk. The prospect of a hot meal sitting next to Kris is much more appealing than a hot meal sitting next to Chanyeol, and alright, he’s actually behaving himself for once (Sehun is sure it’s because he’s tired; why else would Chanyeol treat them all to food and not make some stupid wager so that they’d end up paying him back for it?) but Sehun would much rather sit next to Kris. And he’s across from Baekhyun who is also fairly mild-mannered when it comes to meal time, so this is great. No footsie.
Zitao is the farthest away from Sehun and tonight, that’s how he wants it to be.
In pursuing the menu Sehun has to help Kris understand a few things -- Kris can read it, but doesn’t necessarily know what it means, and Sehun speaks softly but clearly to explain to him the noodles, the soups, the meats. Kris is silently thankful in that typical cold guy way and Sehun is finally starting to smile, relax a little. But he’s still hungry and suddenly Kris’ right hand disappears and reappears on his thigh, making Sehun wake up just a little bit. Everyone thinks he’s dazed because he’s hungry and it’s cold but he’s past that, now, and instead Kris’ fingers totally encasing the span of his thigh is making his stomach churn pleasantly.
He eats the food like he’ll die without it but mostly, it’s to distract himself. Kris removes his hand so he can eat, too, and throughout the meal they make small talk and Kris does his best to communicate with the staff and the waitress and Zitao is asking questions and they’re patiently explaining and really, the initial grouchiness slips away and Sehun is much happier now, scooting his chair subtly closer to Kris as they eat.
They head out after Chanyeol pays and Sehun thinks That’s it, we’re going home now, but Chanyeol suddenly announces that they need to go to another place. No one complains, and honestly now that Sehun has eaten and he’s not as cold as he used to be, he agrees as well. He could easily eat more.
Kris is being his usual self, the facade of coolness not fooling any of them and Baekhyun is the first to call him out on his shit, holding up a piece of ddeokbokki that Kris doesn’t even refuse, as it sails into his mouth. Sehun laughs a little and Kris tries to send them all death glares but he keeps eating and it’s the chicken fiasco all over again; from across the table, Sehun sticks a foot out and lets his toe gently connect with Kris’ leg and he thinks that Kris’ hat is Pretty Fucking Ugly, and he conveys it with his eyes, and Kris responds by smirking a half smirk because the hat is Pretty Fucking Ugly but he knows he looks Pretty Fucking Good wearing it.
Chanyeol opens his wallet time after time and no one is going to question it, even if they try to order cheaper (to which he insists they order what they want) and it’s been quite a while since they’ve been able to relax like that. Even if it’s under the pretense of a tv show, and even though there are cameras around, they all feel Chanyeol’s sentiment and it sort of infects them all, like the true Happy Virus, making them all warm and happy and goofy.
It’s five a.m. by the time they tumble into the dorms. They’re the second group in-- Kyungsoo is the last, having gone all the way out to Yongsan, and Joonmyun insists everyone go to bed and that Don’t worry, I’ll wait up for him.
Kris seems hesitant, as he’s also a leader, but Joonmyun sends him a killer smile and says it’s fine, so Kris heads off.
Everyone disperses, and Luhan is already passed out on the couch, and Sehun weighs The Room Situation briefly. Kyungsoo said he wouldn’t be in for another half hour, and if Luhan is on the couch, then the room is his.
Chewing his lip, he bids the members goodnight, and then heads off to his room. The light is off and he doesn’t bother turning it on, shutting the door behind him as he starts taking off his layers, making sure they hit the hamper before he hangs his hat on the doorknob. Kyungsoo will complain when he comes in but he can’t bring himself to care. He’s full and tired and he’s not as moody as he used to be but he still feels kind of weird. He turns his back to the bed and then lets himself fall backwards onto it, but instead of bouncing, he hits something hard and lumpy and he opens his mouth to make a noise, but a big hand is covering his mouth and bringing him into a strong chest.
Kris.
His other long, strong arm wraps around Sehun’s body and pulls him closer to him, and lips are trailing over the slope of Sehun’s neck and he shivers, totally caught off-guard and already finding himself pushing back against Kris’ long body, seeking the warmth and the solidity of it.
“Baby boy,” Kris purrs in English, and it lights Sehun’s skin on fire, goosebumps rising immediately. He speaks again in slow Korean, making sure he doesn’t stutter over any words or pronunciation. “You looked sad all night. Is there anything I can do?”
Sehun shakes his head, because he’s fine, now that he’s got Kris to himself. He doesn’t like sharing and he wonders, sometimes, if Kris knows that and uses it to his advantage. He’ll never ask, though. His head is pillowed on Kris’ arm, ear pressed to the older man’s bicep, and as he nuzzles against it he learns that Kris has already stripped down to his boxers.
He must have realized The Room Situation before Sehun had.
“I know you left Zitao in that shop,” Kris says, breath ghosting over the shell of Sehun’s ear. Sehun chews his lip because Kris’ voice might sound conversational, but Sehun knows how to listen for that underlying tone. “Why did you?”
When asked a question, Sehun must answer. “Because I was jealous.”
“Mmm,” Kris hums a little and his hand slides down over Sehun’s side, pushing under his shirt to press his hot, square palm over the lower part of Sehun’s tummy. Arousal jolts through Sehun and he knows it’s not going to be that easy -- but he has hope, because they only have twenty-five minutes, now, before Kyungsoo comes home. “Why? Are you not happy I invited you to come along with us?”
“I am,” Sehun replies softly, eyes fluttering closed as Kris’ hand slides higher, thumb brushing over Sehun’s pert nipples. “I am very thankful.”
There’s a heavy pause, and Kris is clearly waiting.
“I am very thankful… Daddy,” Sehun says it a bit softer, but with more conviction.
“My baby boy,” Kris croons, and Sehun pushes his ass back against Kris’ groin, unsurprised that the older is already hard. Through the layers of boxers the length of Kris’ cock slides along the cleft of Sehun’s ass and he lets out a soft huff of breath, brows knitting together.
On instinct, and with the Intimate Knowledge of Sehun’s Body, Kris bends the arm under Sehun’s head, the muscle flexing and jostling Sehun a bit and then Kris’ long fingers are smoothing over Sehun’s brow because he knows it’s knitted and he always tells Sehun to Stop making that face but Sehun can’t really be bothered not to, it’s sort of a default expression.
So, Sehun tips his head and grabs Kris’ wrist to guide his hand down, tilting his neck at a slightly awkward angle, lips parting to take Kris’ fingers in his mouth. They’re long and the index and middle fingers slide down Sehun’s throat easily just from their length but he doesn’t choke, practiced in this skill as his tongue laves between the spaces and even wets the webbing too, sucking obscenely and letting out a whimper in the back of his throat. Sinewy and long he knows Kris loves it all too much when he gets all submissive and melty under his touch.
The evidence is in the way Kris’ hips rock forward.
“We don’t have much time,” he murmurs into Sehun’s neck, and he pulls his fingers free from the younger’s mouth, eliciting a whine.
“But--”
“Sehun.” Kris’ voice is stern and he’s rolling onto his back, pulling Sehun over his chest and Sehun moves like a puppet, knees on either side of Kris’ hips as he settles right over Kris’ dick, the layers between them constricting and adding devilish friction. Sehun won’t argue any further, because Kris is right and he knows better than to argue.
“Then how--?” Sehun’s question gets cut off when Kris’ big hands grip his narrow waist, hip bones digging into big palms as Kris guides Sehun in a slow grind against him. Sehun whines softly, “I need more than this.” He doesn’t want to dry hump to completion tonight.
In reality, Kris should be pretty peeved that Sehun is making demands like this, but they’re both pressed for time and they’re already past the point of no return so Kris sits up and Sehun settles on his lap, Kris reaching up to tangle his fingers in the younger’s hair. Their lips and teeth and tongues collide and it’s dirty and Kris, by technique, isn’t a great kisser. But he’s powerful and consuming and Sehun falls easily into it, and Kris takes control, big hands lifting Sehun’s sleight body and lowering him onto the floor.
On his knees between Kris’ spread legs, Sehun knows why he’s there and he wastes no time. He reaches forward and helps Kris shimmy his boxers down past his knees, and Sehun’s mouth attaches to Kris’ dick like a magnet. Hard and curved, Sehun sucks and slurps and swallows it down like he’s hungry for it, and Kris tangles his fingers in Sehun’s hair appreciatively.
Pulling back, Kris’ cock is slick with Sehun’s spit and the younger sucks around the head, tongue lining the flare of it and pressing on the underside and Kris’ fingers slide to the back of his head to hold him in place. He’s expecting Kris to start fucking into his mouth but Kris’ free hand moves to grab his dick, sliding it into Sehun’s mouth slightly to the side, and Sehun’s cheek stretches with the pressure. The outline of Kris’ cock is surely visible, and the Chinese man smirks and moves his hand to slap Sehun’s cheek -- the suction of his mouth makes a lewd noise and Sehun chokes a bit on the noise, eyes watering. Kris slides his cock out a little and clearly relishes in the ‘pop’ noise that it causes, and then slides back in, the head of his dick bumping repeatedly into Sehun’s cheek. It hurts, his mouth not used to stretching that way, and he has to be mindful of his teeth, but Kris’ expression is way too blissed out for Sehun to ask him to stop. He’ll deal with a stretched cheek. Not like fans aren’t used to seeing his cranky expressions anyway.
He knows it will take way more than this to make Kris cum, so when Kris pulls away and drags Sehun up for a sloppy kiss, he’s a little confused, but he’s not going to complain as Kris starts scooting back onto the bed. Honestly, what was the point of Sehun getting on his knees? Kris lies back and Sehun is straddling him again, Kris’ wet cock slapping against Sehun’s inner thigh and Sehun shifts, taking off his boxers and then relieving Kris’ feet of his as well, before climbing up and over and he’s reaching behind himself to start stretching himself open--
But Kris is grabbing Sehun’s hips again and manhandling him upwards. Sehun’s knees awkwardly fumble and his hand flies out to brace himself on the wall next to the bed, as Kris finally gets him right where he wants him.
“Sit on my face,” Kris says, his teeth nipping at Sehun’s inner thigh, causing the younger to tremble violently.
Sehun sits.
The following chain of events are explosive. Kris’ mouth is small but it’s so dexterous and his tongue is sliding along Sehun’s rim, pressing against the sensitive skin and lips sucking and his nose is pressing into Sehun’s balls, inhaling deeply and Sehun wants to be grossed out because they’ve been out for hours but he knows Kris has this weird thing about Sehun’s unshowered scent, which yeah it’s a little strange but Whatever Kris Likes, Kris Gets.
Both of Sehun’s hands are on the wall in front of him, holding him upright as he grinds down, and from this position, there’s a false hope that he’s got a little bit of control over the situation. But the truth is in the way Kris’ hands reach up and spread Sehun’s ass cheeks, tongue dipping into the crack again and Sehun feels so wet that he squirms a little, fingers pressing into the wall and thighs trembling softly. His cock is heavy and it bobs, occasionally bumping over Kris’ head and Sehun bites his lip, leaning forward to press his forehead against the wall, too, because he wants to touch himself so bad but he knows he’s not allowed.
“Good boy,” Kris’ praise gets lost somewhere in Sehun’s balls but Sehun knows what he said. He keens in reply, and at Kris’ insistent hands, his ass starts bouncing over Kris’ face, the older man’s tongue thrusting in and out of his hole and Sehun tosses his head back, spine arching as he fucks down onto Kris’ mouth, pleasure spiraling through his veins.
Coming without permission is definitely on the list of Don’ts, but Sehun honestly can’t help it. Not with Kris eating him like a gourmet buffet, making noises like Sehun is better than the food they had in Hongdae. Coming without permission is something that Sehun will heavily get reprimanded for later but they are pressed on time and Kris quite clearly has made that his goal anyway; so Sehun whimpers and he scrambles his hands over the wall to try and pull his body away from Kris’ mouth -- Kris reaches up and grabs the base of Sehun’s dick, pulling it down and sliding it between his lips and the wet heat is what makes Sehun lose it totally. He muffles his cry by biting his knuckles, body trembling and surging a little as he spills into Kris’ mouth.
After he rides the waves Kris guides him off of his face gingerly, lying him out on the bed and smirking a little; Sehun relaxes back and looks up at Kris and he expects the kiss, expects Kris’ tongue to push his cum into his mouth because Kris Doesn’t Swallow. Sehun accepts obediently, already accustomed to the taste of his own load, and when he swallows it all Kris looks down at him adoringly and brushes his hair away from his forehead, before pressing a chaste kiss to it.
“Sleep well,” Kris says, pulling away, still naked and hard.
Sehun reaches out, sitting up, mildly alarmed. “But Daddy--”
“I’ll be fine,” he says, gently pushing Sehun back. He grabs the covers, arranging them and then tucking Sehun in and Sehun blushes because sometimes Kris really is like a father and… it’s kind of weird but it’s just on that list of Whatever Kris Likes, Kris Gets. “Sleep. We have to be up in a few hours.”
Grumbling, Sehun lies back and watches Kris get dressed. When the older grabs the hat, Sehun reaches out, catching Kris’ wrist. Kris glances down and meets Sehun’s gaze, and Sehun’s lisp is slightly thick with nervousness as he speaks.
“Burn that Ugly Fucking Hat.”
Kris smiles that gross Gummy Smile and ruffles Sehun’s hair.
“No.”
Sehun locks Kris out of both bathrooms the following morning.
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Rating: NC-17
Prompt: master/pet krishun
Summary: Sehun is totally butthurt that Kris is paying more attention to Zitao than him during their night out in Hongdae. They have thirty minutes before Kyungsoo comes home.
notes: this is terrible but here ya go
notes v2.0: here you go lilli :-)
500 degrees;When all the groups had split up for the evening out, Sehun had given Jongin a longing glance. He knew that Jongin was going to call his sister to have her bring over his puppies, and Sehun loved Jongin’s puppies almost as much as Jongin, but he cast a glance over to Kris and knew that if he didn’t go with duizhang, there would be consequences.
So he’s tagging along with the members that he normally doesn’t really associate with. Well, at least, not all together. He’s hung out with Zitao, alone, and Chanyeol, alone, and even Baekhyun but -- all of them together like this? That’s different. And he feels totally out of place. He feels out of place because he’s on the end and Zitao has his arms linked with Kris for warmth, and Baekhyun and Chanyeol are hanging on each other for perhaps less of the same reason. Which leaves Sehun on his own, hands tucked into his pockets, brows slightly knit in his usual displeased expression. Occasionally Baekhyun reaches out to engage him but for the most part Sehun is unresponsive; it’s cold, he’s hungry, and Kris is paying more attention to Chanyeol and Zitao than him.
The first shop they go into, Sehun makes himself scarce. Kris, Chanyeol and Zitao are having fun trying things on and Baekhyun is entertaining them, but Sehun is just sort of standing awkwardly by a rack of keychains. He doesn’t really… fit in? Yeah. That’s it, he thinks, as he watches everyone fuss over their appearance.
When they’re bored of the shop and get ready to go, Sehun doesn’t bother telling Zitao, who is still caught up in the hats. He smirks a little to himself when Zitao gets left behind, and even though he’s no closer to Kris, he still feels a weird sense of righteous, bratty accomplishment. He’s not the maknae for no reason.
But it’s Kris that notices first and Sehun deflates a little. Zitao catches up and looks a bit sheepish and they all start complaining about the cold, and Sehun’s ankles are feeling exposed in these highwaters and yeah, he didn’t know it’d be this cold either.
At the suggestion of food, he perks up. Hungry and cold: solved. Now all that’s left is this whole Not Having Kris’ Attention thing. Inside the shop Sehun sits down at the table not really thinking about it, and when Kris slides in next to him, his mood starts to perk. The prospect of a hot meal sitting next to Kris is much more appealing than a hot meal sitting next to Chanyeol, and alright, he’s actually behaving himself for once (Sehun is sure it’s because he’s tired; why else would Chanyeol treat them all to food and not make some stupid wager so that they’d end up paying him back for it?) but Sehun would much rather sit next to Kris. And he’s across from Baekhyun who is also fairly mild-mannered when it comes to meal time, so this is great. No footsie.
Zitao is the farthest away from Sehun and tonight, that’s how he wants it to be.
In pursuing the menu Sehun has to help Kris understand a few things -- Kris can read it, but doesn’t necessarily know what it means, and Sehun speaks softly but clearly to explain to him the noodles, the soups, the meats. Kris is silently thankful in that typical cold guy way and Sehun is finally starting to smile, relax a little. But he’s still hungry and suddenly Kris’ right hand disappears and reappears on his thigh, making Sehun wake up just a little bit. Everyone thinks he’s dazed because he’s hungry and it’s cold but he’s past that, now, and instead Kris’ fingers totally encasing the span of his thigh is making his stomach churn pleasantly.
He eats the food like he’ll die without it but mostly, it’s to distract himself. Kris removes his hand so he can eat, too, and throughout the meal they make small talk and Kris does his best to communicate with the staff and the waitress and Zitao is asking questions and they’re patiently explaining and really, the initial grouchiness slips away and Sehun is much happier now, scooting his chair subtly closer to Kris as they eat.
They head out after Chanyeol pays and Sehun thinks That’s it, we’re going home now, but Chanyeol suddenly announces that they need to go to another place. No one complains, and honestly now that Sehun has eaten and he’s not as cold as he used to be, he agrees as well. He could easily eat more.
Kris is being his usual self, the facade of coolness not fooling any of them and Baekhyun is the first to call him out on his shit, holding up a piece of ddeokbokki that Kris doesn’t even refuse, as it sails into his mouth. Sehun laughs a little and Kris tries to send them all death glares but he keeps eating and it’s the chicken fiasco all over again; from across the table, Sehun sticks a foot out and lets his toe gently connect with Kris’ leg and he thinks that Kris’ hat is Pretty Fucking Ugly, and he conveys it with his eyes, and Kris responds by smirking a half smirk because the hat is Pretty Fucking Ugly but he knows he looks Pretty Fucking Good wearing it.
Chanyeol opens his wallet time after time and no one is going to question it, even if they try to order cheaper (to which he insists they order what they want) and it’s been quite a while since they’ve been able to relax like that. Even if it’s under the pretense of a tv show, and even though there are cameras around, they all feel Chanyeol’s sentiment and it sort of infects them all, like the true Happy Virus, making them all warm and happy and goofy.
It’s five a.m. by the time they tumble into the dorms. They’re the second group in-- Kyungsoo is the last, having gone all the way out to Yongsan, and Joonmyun insists everyone go to bed and that Don’t worry, I’ll wait up for him.
Kris seems hesitant, as he’s also a leader, but Joonmyun sends him a killer smile and says it’s fine, so Kris heads off.
Everyone disperses, and Luhan is already passed out on the couch, and Sehun weighs The Room Situation briefly. Kyungsoo said he wouldn’t be in for another half hour, and if Luhan is on the couch, then the room is his.
Chewing his lip, he bids the members goodnight, and then heads off to his room. The light is off and he doesn’t bother turning it on, shutting the door behind him as he starts taking off his layers, making sure they hit the hamper before he hangs his hat on the doorknob. Kyungsoo will complain when he comes in but he can’t bring himself to care. He’s full and tired and he’s not as moody as he used to be but he still feels kind of weird. He turns his back to the bed and then lets himself fall backwards onto it, but instead of bouncing, he hits something hard and lumpy and he opens his mouth to make a noise, but a big hand is covering his mouth and bringing him into a strong chest.
Kris.
His other long, strong arm wraps around Sehun’s body and pulls him closer to him, and lips are trailing over the slope of Sehun’s neck and he shivers, totally caught off-guard and already finding himself pushing back against Kris’ long body, seeking the warmth and the solidity of it.
“Baby boy,” Kris purrs in English, and it lights Sehun’s skin on fire, goosebumps rising immediately. He speaks again in slow Korean, making sure he doesn’t stutter over any words or pronunciation. “You looked sad all night. Is there anything I can do?”
Sehun shakes his head, because he’s fine, now that he’s got Kris to himself. He doesn’t like sharing and he wonders, sometimes, if Kris knows that and uses it to his advantage. He’ll never ask, though. His head is pillowed on Kris’ arm, ear pressed to the older man’s bicep, and as he nuzzles against it he learns that Kris has already stripped down to his boxers.
He must have realized The Room Situation before Sehun had.
“I know you left Zitao in that shop,” Kris says, breath ghosting over the shell of Sehun’s ear. Sehun chews his lip because Kris’ voice might sound conversational, but Sehun knows how to listen for that underlying tone. “Why did you?”
When asked a question, Sehun must answer. “Because I was jealous.”
“Mmm,” Kris hums a little and his hand slides down over Sehun’s side, pushing under his shirt to press his hot, square palm over the lower part of Sehun’s tummy. Arousal jolts through Sehun and he knows it’s not going to be that easy -- but he has hope, because they only have twenty-five minutes, now, before Kyungsoo comes home. “Why? Are you not happy I invited you to come along with us?”
“I am,” Sehun replies softly, eyes fluttering closed as Kris’ hand slides higher, thumb brushing over Sehun’s pert nipples. “I am very thankful.”
There’s a heavy pause, and Kris is clearly waiting.
“I am very thankful… Daddy,” Sehun says it a bit softer, but with more conviction.
“My baby boy,” Kris croons, and Sehun pushes his ass back against Kris’ groin, unsurprised that the older is already hard. Through the layers of boxers the length of Kris’ cock slides along the cleft of Sehun’s ass and he lets out a soft huff of breath, brows knitting together.
On instinct, and with the Intimate Knowledge of Sehun’s Body, Kris bends the arm under Sehun’s head, the muscle flexing and jostling Sehun a bit and then Kris’ long fingers are smoothing over Sehun’s brow because he knows it’s knitted and he always tells Sehun to Stop making that face but Sehun can’t really be bothered not to, it’s sort of a default expression.
So, Sehun tips his head and grabs Kris’ wrist to guide his hand down, tilting his neck at a slightly awkward angle, lips parting to take Kris’ fingers in his mouth. They’re long and the index and middle fingers slide down Sehun’s throat easily just from their length but he doesn’t choke, practiced in this skill as his tongue laves between the spaces and even wets the webbing too, sucking obscenely and letting out a whimper in the back of his throat. Sinewy and long he knows Kris loves it all too much when he gets all submissive and melty under his touch.
The evidence is in the way Kris’ hips rock forward.
“We don’t have much time,” he murmurs into Sehun’s neck, and he pulls his fingers free from the younger’s mouth, eliciting a whine.
“But--”
“Sehun.” Kris’ voice is stern and he’s rolling onto his back, pulling Sehun over his chest and Sehun moves like a puppet, knees on either side of Kris’ hips as he settles right over Kris’ dick, the layers between them constricting and adding devilish friction. Sehun won’t argue any further, because Kris is right and he knows better than to argue.
“Then how--?” Sehun’s question gets cut off when Kris’ big hands grip his narrow waist, hip bones digging into big palms as Kris guides Sehun in a slow grind against him. Sehun whines softly, “I need more than this.” He doesn’t want to dry hump to completion tonight.
In reality, Kris should be pretty peeved that Sehun is making demands like this, but they’re both pressed for time and they’re already past the point of no return so Kris sits up and Sehun settles on his lap, Kris reaching up to tangle his fingers in the younger’s hair. Their lips and teeth and tongues collide and it’s dirty and Kris, by technique, isn’t a great kisser. But he’s powerful and consuming and Sehun falls easily into it, and Kris takes control, big hands lifting Sehun’s sleight body and lowering him onto the floor.
On his knees between Kris’ spread legs, Sehun knows why he’s there and he wastes no time. He reaches forward and helps Kris shimmy his boxers down past his knees, and Sehun’s mouth attaches to Kris’ dick like a magnet. Hard and curved, Sehun sucks and slurps and swallows it down like he’s hungry for it, and Kris tangles his fingers in Sehun’s hair appreciatively.
Pulling back, Kris’ cock is slick with Sehun’s spit and the younger sucks around the head, tongue lining the flare of it and pressing on the underside and Kris’ fingers slide to the back of his head to hold him in place. He’s expecting Kris to start fucking into his mouth but Kris’ free hand moves to grab his dick, sliding it into Sehun’s mouth slightly to the side, and Sehun’s cheek stretches with the pressure. The outline of Kris’ cock is surely visible, and the Chinese man smirks and moves his hand to slap Sehun’s cheek -- the suction of his mouth makes a lewd noise and Sehun chokes a bit on the noise, eyes watering. Kris slides his cock out a little and clearly relishes in the ‘pop’ noise that it causes, and then slides back in, the head of his dick bumping repeatedly into Sehun’s cheek. It hurts, his mouth not used to stretching that way, and he has to be mindful of his teeth, but Kris’ expression is way too blissed out for Sehun to ask him to stop. He’ll deal with a stretched cheek. Not like fans aren’t used to seeing his cranky expressions anyway.
He knows it will take way more than this to make Kris cum, so when Kris pulls away and drags Sehun up for a sloppy kiss, he’s a little confused, but he’s not going to complain as Kris starts scooting back onto the bed. Honestly, what was the point of Sehun getting on his knees? Kris lies back and Sehun is straddling him again, Kris’ wet cock slapping against Sehun’s inner thigh and Sehun shifts, taking off his boxers and then relieving Kris’ feet of his as well, before climbing up and over and he’s reaching behind himself to start stretching himself open--
But Kris is grabbing Sehun’s hips again and manhandling him upwards. Sehun’s knees awkwardly fumble and his hand flies out to brace himself on the wall next to the bed, as Kris finally gets him right where he wants him.
“Sit on my face,” Kris says, his teeth nipping at Sehun’s inner thigh, causing the younger to tremble violently.
Sehun sits.
The following chain of events are explosive. Kris’ mouth is small but it’s so dexterous and his tongue is sliding along Sehun’s rim, pressing against the sensitive skin and lips sucking and his nose is pressing into Sehun’s balls, inhaling deeply and Sehun wants to be grossed out because they’ve been out for hours but he knows Kris has this weird thing about Sehun’s unshowered scent, which yeah it’s a little strange but Whatever Kris Likes, Kris Gets.
Both of Sehun’s hands are on the wall in front of him, holding him upright as he grinds down, and from this position, there’s a false hope that he’s got a little bit of control over the situation. But the truth is in the way Kris’ hands reach up and spread Sehun’s ass cheeks, tongue dipping into the crack again and Sehun feels so wet that he squirms a little, fingers pressing into the wall and thighs trembling softly. His cock is heavy and it bobs, occasionally bumping over Kris’ head and Sehun bites his lip, leaning forward to press his forehead against the wall, too, because he wants to touch himself so bad but he knows he’s not allowed.
“Good boy,” Kris’ praise gets lost somewhere in Sehun’s balls but Sehun knows what he said. He keens in reply, and at Kris’ insistent hands, his ass starts bouncing over Kris’ face, the older man’s tongue thrusting in and out of his hole and Sehun tosses his head back, spine arching as he fucks down onto Kris’ mouth, pleasure spiraling through his veins.
Coming without permission is definitely on the list of Don’ts, but Sehun honestly can’t help it. Not with Kris eating him like a gourmet buffet, making noises like Sehun is better than the food they had in Hongdae. Coming without permission is something that Sehun will heavily get reprimanded for later but they are pressed on time and Kris quite clearly has made that his goal anyway; so Sehun whimpers and he scrambles his hands over the wall to try and pull his body away from Kris’ mouth -- Kris reaches up and grabs the base of Sehun’s dick, pulling it down and sliding it between his lips and the wet heat is what makes Sehun lose it totally. He muffles his cry by biting his knuckles, body trembling and surging a little as he spills into Kris’ mouth.
After he rides the waves Kris guides him off of his face gingerly, lying him out on the bed and smirking a little; Sehun relaxes back and looks up at Kris and he expects the kiss, expects Kris’ tongue to push his cum into his mouth because Kris Doesn’t Swallow. Sehun accepts obediently, already accustomed to the taste of his own load, and when he swallows it all Kris looks down at him adoringly and brushes his hair away from his forehead, before pressing a chaste kiss to it.
“Sleep well,” Kris says, pulling away, still naked and hard.
Sehun reaches out, sitting up, mildly alarmed. “But Daddy--”
“I’ll be fine,” he says, gently pushing Sehun back. He grabs the covers, arranging them and then tucking Sehun in and Sehun blushes because sometimes Kris really is like a father and… it’s kind of weird but it’s just on that list of Whatever Kris Likes, Kris Gets. “Sleep. We have to be up in a few hours.”
Grumbling, Sehun lies back and watches Kris get dressed. When the older grabs the hat, Sehun reaches out, catching Kris’ wrist. Kris glances down and meets Sehun’s gaze, and Sehun’s lisp is slightly thick with nervousness as he speaks.
“Burn that Ugly Fucking Hat.”
Kris smiles that gross Gummy Smile and ruffles Sehun’s hair.
“No.”
Sehun locks Kris out of both bathrooms the following morning.
{C}
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