Railed
Title: Railed
Pairing: Luhan/Chen
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Jongdae visits Luhan at work.
railed;
Hot, hurried, and dirty.
“Christ, get on with it,” Jongdae pants out, undoing his own belt buckle because Luhan is just taking too damn long to be considered any level of ‘alright’.
And Luhan, the bastard, just laughs all lighthearted and frivolous. The tiny space gets even smaller with their (Jongdae’s) frantic movements, and Jongdae is pretty sure he’s going to pass out before he gets off because blood is rushing from his head to his dick at full speed and Luhan is doing nothing but being fucking useless, watching the shorter man with amused eyes and kiss-swollen lips quirked up at the corners.
“Need help?” the older finally says, although he makes no real move to actually help (asshole).
There’s a shelf digging into Jongdae’s tailbone and he grabs Luhan by the front of his waiter’s vest, dragging him in for a hungry, biting kiss. Maybe he uses a bit too much teeth, but whatever-- Luhan still has that shit-eating grin on his face and somehow, Jongdae needs to wipe it off.
He chooses to do so by shoving his knee between Luhan’s thick thighs.
“What’s got you so worked up, baby?” Luhan’s voice is dreadfully cheerful and fuck, he’s not shutting up.
“You,” might as well be honest, “wearing that stupid penguin suit.”
Luhan lets out a breathy chuckle. “Really.”
“Holy shit shut up and fuck me--” Jongdae’s pants are around his ankles and now his hands tear at Luhan’s apron in a rather pitiful attempt at taking it off. “Why the fuck are you still wearing clothes you’re such a dick--”
“I need to shut up?” Luhan laughs and swats Jongdae’s hands away to untie his apron at an agonizingly leisurely pace and hang it on the door handle of the janitor’s closet. He’s taking care of his expensive uniform for this high-class hotel restaurant and how easily he takes off his pants makes Jongdae look retarded-- but then, he’s dropping to his knees.
Expletives rain from Jongdae’s lips and get lost in the tangle of mousy hair at groin-level, and Jongdae tangles his fingers in that soft, fluffy hair the second those perfect lips close around the head of his cock.
It’s sloppy and Luhan uses way too much tongue and spit, but when he lifts a hand to smear the saliva back towards Jongdae’s hole, he can’t really complain. Two fingers slide past the first ring of muscle and then stop and Luhan’s mouth is gone too and--
“You’ve got a plug in?” Luhan asks, voice breathless and it total disbelief. “No wonder you’re wrecked.”
“Oh my God Luhan get on with it--” Jongdae hisses when Luhan’s fingers pull out the plug, and he doesn’t even have the decency to blush.
“I shouldn’t fraternity with customers,” Luhan says, three fingers going knuckle-deep in Jongdae’s stretched, aching hole.
“It’s ‘fraternize’ you idi-- hngh--!”
Luhan’s standing up and hitching Jongdae’s legs over his waist and rolling a lubed condom onto his cock, making the slide in absolutely divine.
There’s a shelf digging into Jongdae’s shoulder blades and now the center of his spine, but he (thankfully) can focus more on the fact Luhan is picking up a steady rhythm thrusting into him. Well, as steady as fucking in a janitor’s closet with rickety shelves and mops and brooms and the stagnant stench of multiple cleaning agents can be. For the most part Jongdae’s just glad he’s stretched because this would be really uncomfortable.
“You’re such a fucking slut,” Luhan says, but there’s no bite to his words no matter how harsh their meaning is. One of his hands slides under Jongdae’s asscheeks and his fingers stretch the rim of the smaller man’s hole a bit more, testingly, moaning when it gives and accepts his questing finger. Jongdae has to arch his back at an angle to stay propped up on the shelves, one hand bracing him against the shelves on his right side, the other hand clutching onto Luhan’s shoulders. “How long did you have that plug in?”
“Three hours,” he breathes out obediently in response, whimpering when a second finger joins the first and Luhan’s grinding cock. There’s a smirk on his lips, danger laced in his next words, “I knew if I came to you like this you wouldn’t resist.”
“You’re fucking stupid,” Luhan pants in response, angling his hips differently and jarring Jongdae violently against the shelves. The head of Jongdae’s cock is bouncing against Luhan’s white dress shirt and creating a wet spot but thankfully Luhan has a vest he can put on later to cover it up. “I could get fired for this.”
“I’d like to hear that conversation,” Jongdae manages to let out a laugh that quickly turns into a high-pitched whine when Luhan slides in another finger -- three now fitted in snugly beside his cock.
A couple of brooms get knocked by Luhan’s elbow and Jongdae awkwardly catches them with his hand to keep them from falling and making a clatter, the angle he shifts at making him moan so loud Luhan has to slap a hand over his mouth. The blonds’ fingers dig into Jongdae’s cheek and his thumb slips between Jongdae’s lips, catching on the lower row of his teeth to force his mouth open, Luhan slotting his mouth with his and sliding his tongue in, slick and obscene. Stars blossom behind Jongdae’s closed eyelids -- the plug in his ass had stretched him so wide all day and all he could think about were Luhan’s hands and his powerful body and yeah, so maybe Jongdae should have waited for the man to come home from work, but the added suspense of fucking in the janitor’s closet just makes everything all that much sweeter.
Luhan looks damn good in his tailored waiter’s tux.
Even cramped up in this gross closet their movements are perfectly in sync. The slide of Luhan’s cock into Jongdae’s hole, the added stretch of his fingers -- in retrospect maybe Jongdae should have waited for Luhan to get home, so he can be flipped over onto his stomach, ass up in the air and man, Luhan would just go to town, lips mouth and tongue all over Jongdae’s rim because as much as Jongdae loves being stuffed up, Luhan loves eating him out. This closet fuck is just something to tide them over til Luhan crosses the threshold after his shift and by the way Luhan’s hips are snapping Jongdae knows he’s worked him up just right, just enough to promise an evening full of Luhan tangled in the bedsheets.
“Close,” Luhan grunts out, derailing Jongdae’s daydream. They’ve got to make this quick-- Luhan is over his break limit, and likely nowhere to be found, so someone is bound to come looking for him very soon.
One hand still holding the brooms to the wall, Jongdae’s other arm drapes around Luhan’s shoulders, pulling him closer, fingers digging into Luhan’s shoulder to encourage him to release, and right now he’d love to feel Luhan’s cum filling him up but that’d be too messy in this tiny space. The older man’s hips snap, out of control and with no rhythm, and when Luhan smushes his mouth against Jongdae’s to muffle his drawn out moan, Jongdae knows that he’s reached completion. Luhan rocks his hips slowly to draw it out, and then he’s helping Jongdae settle both feet on the floor so he stays upright, his cock slipping out from Jongdae’s hole.
“I--” Jongdae’s words get cut off when Luhan’s sneaky fingers stuff the plug back up into Jongdae’s ass, making the shorter male bite back a surprised noise.
“Stay loose and hard for me, baby,” Luhan says with a small smirk that looks so out of place on his angelic face.
Jongdae wrinkles his nose and shoves Luhan away from him, limping slightly as he goes to fix his clothes. Luhan re-dresses, looking dashing as ever, fingers combing his hair back to relieve himself from the light sheen of sweat that had formed on his brow. In thirty seconds they’re ready to leave, Luhan immaculate and Jongdae trying to shift his boner so he can walk properly without… well, looking like he has a boner. Doesn’t matter anyway-- his hair is mussed, lips swollen and he totally looks fucked out.
Luhan opens the door, peeking around before taking a step out and waving for Jongdae to follow him. He turns a smile to the shorter man, cupping his face so tenderly Jongdae can’t help but nuzzle into it; he kisses Jongdae’s forehead, gives him a look that says ‘if you touch yourself I will punish you’, and then straightens his vest and heads off down the hallway.
Letting out a short breath, Jongdae fixes himself up as best as possible before leaving as well, passing by the host at the front of the house.
“Mint?” Sehun asks, holding up a complimentary dinner mint with a mischievous glint in his eye.
Jongdae takes the mint and unwraps it, popping it into his mouth and flicking the wrapper at Sehun’s face with his own playful smile. “See you at home.”
They exchange a heated glance, and then Jongdae waves a casual hand, passing through waiting patrons as he exits the restaurant. His other hand, on the remote in his pocket, hits a button-- and he hears Sehun’s surprised shriek through the swinging doors, Jongdae throwing back his head and laughing as he waves for a taxi.
“Works every time,” he says to himself, grinning as a taxi pulls over. The plug shifts inside his ass, and his erection strains against the front of his jeans, covered by his long sweater.
He can’t wait to get railed tonight.
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Pairing: Luhan/Chen
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Jongdae visits Luhan at work.
railed;
Hot, hurried, and dirty.
“Christ, get on with it,” Jongdae pants out, undoing his own belt buckle because Luhan is just taking too damn long to be considered any level of ‘alright’.
And Luhan, the bastard, just laughs all lighthearted and frivolous. The tiny space gets even smaller with their (Jongdae’s) frantic movements, and Jongdae is pretty sure he’s going to pass out before he gets off because blood is rushing from his head to his dick at full speed and Luhan is doing nothing but being fucking useless, watching the shorter man with amused eyes and kiss-swollen lips quirked up at the corners.
“Need help?” the older finally says, although he makes no real move to actually help (asshole).
There’s a shelf digging into Jongdae’s tailbone and he grabs Luhan by the front of his waiter’s vest, dragging him in for a hungry, biting kiss. Maybe he uses a bit too much teeth, but whatever-- Luhan still has that shit-eating grin on his face and somehow, Jongdae needs to wipe it off.
He chooses to do so by shoving his knee between Luhan’s thick thighs.
“What’s got you so worked up, baby?” Luhan’s voice is dreadfully cheerful and fuck, he’s not shutting up.
“You,” might as well be honest, “wearing that stupid penguin suit.”
Luhan lets out a breathy chuckle. “Really.”
“Holy shit shut up and fuck me--” Jongdae’s pants are around his ankles and now his hands tear at Luhan’s apron in a rather pitiful attempt at taking it off. “Why the fuck are you still wearing clothes you’re such a dick--”
“I need to shut up?” Luhan laughs and swats Jongdae’s hands away to untie his apron at an agonizingly leisurely pace and hang it on the door handle of the janitor’s closet. He’s taking care of his expensive uniform for this high-class hotel restaurant and how easily he takes off his pants makes Jongdae look retarded-- but then, he’s dropping to his knees.
Expletives rain from Jongdae’s lips and get lost in the tangle of mousy hair at groin-level, and Jongdae tangles his fingers in that soft, fluffy hair the second those perfect lips close around the head of his cock.
It’s sloppy and Luhan uses way too much tongue and spit, but when he lifts a hand to smear the saliva back towards Jongdae’s hole, he can’t really complain. Two fingers slide past the first ring of muscle and then stop and Luhan’s mouth is gone too and--
“You’ve got a plug in?” Luhan asks, voice breathless and it total disbelief. “No wonder you’re wrecked.”
“Oh my God Luhan get on with it--” Jongdae hisses when Luhan’s fingers pull out the plug, and he doesn’t even have the decency to blush.
“I shouldn’t fraternity with customers,” Luhan says, three fingers going knuckle-deep in Jongdae’s stretched, aching hole.
“It’s ‘fraternize’ you idi-- hngh--!”
Luhan’s standing up and hitching Jongdae’s legs over his waist and rolling a lubed condom onto his cock, making the slide in absolutely divine.
There’s a shelf digging into Jongdae’s shoulder blades and now the center of his spine, but he (thankfully) can focus more on the fact Luhan is picking up a steady rhythm thrusting into him. Well, as steady as fucking in a janitor’s closet with rickety shelves and mops and brooms and the stagnant stench of multiple cleaning agents can be. For the most part Jongdae’s just glad he’s stretched because this would be really uncomfortable.
“You’re such a fucking slut,” Luhan says, but there’s no bite to his words no matter how harsh their meaning is. One of his hands slides under Jongdae’s asscheeks and his fingers stretch the rim of the smaller man’s hole a bit more, testingly, moaning when it gives and accepts his questing finger. Jongdae has to arch his back at an angle to stay propped up on the shelves, one hand bracing him against the shelves on his right side, the other hand clutching onto Luhan’s shoulders. “How long did you have that plug in?”
“Three hours,” he breathes out obediently in response, whimpering when a second finger joins the first and Luhan’s grinding cock. There’s a smirk on his lips, danger laced in his next words, “I knew if I came to you like this you wouldn’t resist.”
“You’re fucking stupid,” Luhan pants in response, angling his hips differently and jarring Jongdae violently against the shelves. The head of Jongdae’s cock is bouncing against Luhan’s white dress shirt and creating a wet spot but thankfully Luhan has a vest he can put on later to cover it up. “I could get fired for this.”
“I’d like to hear that conversation,” Jongdae manages to let out a laugh that quickly turns into a high-pitched whine when Luhan slides in another finger -- three now fitted in snugly beside his cock.
A couple of brooms get knocked by Luhan’s elbow and Jongdae awkwardly catches them with his hand to keep them from falling and making a clatter, the angle he shifts at making him moan so loud Luhan has to slap a hand over his mouth. The blonds’ fingers dig into Jongdae’s cheek and his thumb slips between Jongdae’s lips, catching on the lower row of his teeth to force his mouth open, Luhan slotting his mouth with his and sliding his tongue in, slick and obscene. Stars blossom behind Jongdae’s closed eyelids -- the plug in his ass had stretched him so wide all day and all he could think about were Luhan’s hands and his powerful body and yeah, so maybe Jongdae should have waited for the man to come home from work, but the added suspense of fucking in the janitor’s closet just makes everything all that much sweeter.
Luhan looks damn good in his tailored waiter’s tux.
Even cramped up in this gross closet their movements are perfectly in sync. The slide of Luhan’s cock into Jongdae’s hole, the added stretch of his fingers -- in retrospect maybe Jongdae should have waited for Luhan to get home, so he can be flipped over onto his stomach, ass up in the air and man, Luhan would just go to town, lips mouth and tongue all over Jongdae’s rim because as much as Jongdae loves being stuffed up, Luhan loves eating him out. This closet fuck is just something to tide them over til Luhan crosses the threshold after his shift and by the way Luhan’s hips are snapping Jongdae knows he’s worked him up just right, just enough to promise an evening full of Luhan tangled in the bedsheets.
“Close,” Luhan grunts out, derailing Jongdae’s daydream. They’ve got to make this quick-- Luhan is over his break limit, and likely nowhere to be found, so someone is bound to come looking for him very soon.
One hand still holding the brooms to the wall, Jongdae’s other arm drapes around Luhan’s shoulders, pulling him closer, fingers digging into Luhan’s shoulder to encourage him to release, and right now he’d love to feel Luhan’s cum filling him up but that’d be too messy in this tiny space. The older man’s hips snap, out of control and with no rhythm, and when Luhan smushes his mouth against Jongdae’s to muffle his drawn out moan, Jongdae knows that he’s reached completion. Luhan rocks his hips slowly to draw it out, and then he’s helping Jongdae settle both feet on the floor so he stays upright, his cock slipping out from Jongdae’s hole.
“I--” Jongdae’s words get cut off when Luhan’s sneaky fingers stuff the plug back up into Jongdae’s ass, making the shorter male bite back a surprised noise.
“Stay loose and hard for me, baby,” Luhan says with a small smirk that looks so out of place on his angelic face.
Jongdae wrinkles his nose and shoves Luhan away from him, limping slightly as he goes to fix his clothes. Luhan re-dresses, looking dashing as ever, fingers combing his hair back to relieve himself from the light sheen of sweat that had formed on his brow. In thirty seconds they’re ready to leave, Luhan immaculate and Jongdae trying to shift his boner so he can walk properly without… well, looking like he has a boner. Doesn’t matter anyway-- his hair is mussed, lips swollen and he totally looks fucked out.
Luhan opens the door, peeking around before taking a step out and waving for Jongdae to follow him. He turns a smile to the shorter man, cupping his face so tenderly Jongdae can’t help but nuzzle into it; he kisses Jongdae’s forehead, gives him a look that says ‘if you touch yourself I will punish you’, and then straightens his vest and heads off down the hallway.
Letting out a short breath, Jongdae fixes himself up as best as possible before leaving as well, passing by the host at the front of the house.
“Mint?” Sehun asks, holding up a complimentary dinner mint with a mischievous glint in his eye.
Jongdae takes the mint and unwraps it, popping it into his mouth and flicking the wrapper at Sehun’s face with his own playful smile. “See you at home.”
They exchange a heated glance, and then Jongdae waves a casual hand, passing through waiting patrons as he exits the restaurant. His other hand, on the remote in his pocket, hits a button-- and he hears Sehun’s surprised shriek through the swinging doors, Jongdae throwing back his head and laughing as he waves for a taxi.
“Works every time,” he says to himself, grinning as a taxi pulls over. The plug shifts inside his ass, and his erection strains against the front of his jeans, covered by his long sweater.
He can’t wait to get railed tonight.
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