[Fic] On The Cusp [Of Something Great]
Title: On The Cusp [Of Something Great]
Pairing: Joonmyun/Luhan
Rating:NC-17
Length: 3200w
Warnings: a/b/o au
Summary: Joonmyun and Lu Han haven't been together long.
Joonmyun is head over heels.
Not in love. Not yet.
But there’s an undeniable throb in his heart, a warm tug in his belly when Lu Han smiles at him from across the table, reaching out to lace their fingers together atop the white tablecloth. The tips of Lu Han’s ears go red, his eyes sparkling from the flickering candle between them and Joonmyun thinks he’s sunk. He’s utterly sunk.
The moment is almost unbearably cheesy, like something straight from a romance movie, but Lu Han is . . . well, Lu Han is abrasive and clingy and desires attention, but when Joonmyun gets him alone, a nice bubble of tranquility seems to settle around the two. It’s nice, calm. Soothing.
They haven’t been dating for long. It’s been almost two months since their first official date, but they’ve gone from seeing each other once or twice a week to finding a way to spend their time together almost daily. It’s something Joonmyun has started to look forward to. Lu Han likes to make surprise appearances during Joonmyun’s lunch break, pulling him out of his cubicle while his co-workers watch with unconcealed interest as Lu Han manhandles Joonmyun into the elevator and then ”into the real world for a breath of fresh air before you shrivel up and die. Come on, salaryman, you can buy me lunch.”
They’re still feeling each other out, finding those barriers and how malleable they are, but nothing so far has been enough for Joonmyun’s desire to fade. And he’s happy to say that Lu Han hasn’t gone running yet, so they must be on the right track.
It’s nice, Joonmyun thinks, to indulge in the tilt of his stomach when Lu Han leans in close and Joonmyun can breathe him in, trace over Lu Han’s delicate features without being chided for staring. Because Lu Han likes to stare too. He likes to see the pink on Joonmyun’s cheeks when he tells Joonmyun he’s pretty. And Joonmyun bites his tongue, refuses to counter that Lu Han is far prettier because he’s seen the twist of Lu Han’s mouth when someone else has called him pretty. Lu Han doesn’t want to be pretty. So Joonmyun calls him handsome and chuckles when Lu Han accepts it as a fact and moves on.
The two of them leave the restaurant hand-in-hand, Joonmyun with a firm, possessive grip because out here, there is no bubble. When they’re alone, it’s easy to forget, but out in the world, Joonmyun is highly aware that Lu Han is a wildly desirable omega and Joonmyun is only a beta. It doesn’t seem to bother Lu Han, but Joonmyun notices the lingering gazes that scrape over Lu Han’s form with appreciation before flickering to Joonmyun to size him up as if he’s not good enough, not the right one to keep Lu Han safe and well cared for. And sometimes Joonmyun thinks they’re right.
His hackles raise, a downturn of his lips as they pass a group of alphas and Joonmyun’s arm slides around Lu Han’s waist, hand dropped to tuck him closer to Joonmyun’s side. From the corner of his eye, Joonmyun sees Lu Han’s smile and it emboldens him, puts a skip in Joonmyun’s step all the way to his apartment. They hadn’t really made plans for the night; Lu Han had shown up at Joonmyun’s door, looking downright delectable in a light pair of skinny jeans and a purple shirt that clung to his torso and Joonmyun would have jumped in the nearest volcano if Lu Han had suggested it. But what he’d asked for was a meal.
And now, Joonmyun is toeing off his shoes after ushering Lu Han inside, content to know that in here, he’s not waging this imagined war with every alpha in the city for Lu Han’s attention. Lu Han’s presence is solid behind him and Joonmyun barely turns around before Lu Han’s mouth is on his - insistent, bold, perfect.
This part they’ve done enough to have down to an art. Joonmyun fits the swell of Lu Han’s lower lip between his own, teasing lightly with his teeth and Lu Han gasps, his tongue darting out impatiently. It’s soft, wet, still perfect. It’s Joonmyun who ends up with his back to the wall, Lu Han’s thigh wedged between his legs as a support and Joonmyun’s hands sliding gracelessly through the strands of Lu Han’s dark hair because he can never get enough. He always wants to touch, take, have but they haven’t gotten there quite yet.
Joonmyun can’t keep track of how many places they’ve stolen moments, kisses, but he remembers the first one. He’d walked up three flights of stairs, insisting he’d see Lu Han to his door after their second date and Lu Han had grabbed him by the lapels of his jacket and laid a kiss right on his mouth before Joonmyun could make his own move. It had been awkward, stilted as they found the best way to fit against each other.
Now Joonmyun knows that he can suck on Lu Han’s tongue to entice the most melodious of moans from his throat and that he can scratch through Lu Han’s hair to hear the soft whimpers he tries to swallow down. In turn, Lu Han knows that Joonmyun is weak to the way Lu Han melts against him, Joonmyun always curving up for more, teetering on his toes.
They’ve never gone further than this and it burns inside Joonmyun, swells and churns in his gut as he drags in deep breaths of omega, tastes him on his tongue and feels the shift of his muscles pressed to his chest. Joonmyun craves Lu Han in every way, head tipping back willingly when Lu Han drags his mouth from Joonmyun’s and down to his jaw, his neck, his shoulder. Lu Han is stretching the collar of his shirt to get to more skin and Joonmyun is lost, wavering, stuttering out deep breaths that do little to calm the racing of his heart.
Joonmyun rocks against Lu Han, hands pathing down to get underneath that damned purple shirt so he can touch. Lu Han is burning up, the muscles of his stomach contracting at the caress of Joonmyun’s wandering fingers and he pauses, pushing Joonmyun harder to the wall until his shoulders ache and his hips cant forward.
Lu Han’s teeth scrape over Joonmyun’s shoulder, and then he bites. Joonmyun sucks in a sharp breath, eyes rolling back and a groan spilling out after. It feels possessive even if it’s impermanent and it sets off this bomb in Joonmyun’s chest.
“Lu Han,” he moans when Lu Han pushes his thumb over the temporary wound. It sends a throb of pleasure-pain down through Joonmyun’s body to settle in his gut.
Lu Han lifts, his thumb scraping over the indention of his teeth as he kisses Joonmyun again. Joonmyun grinds down on Lu Han’s thigh, satisfied when he feels the outline of Lu Han’s cock pushed to his hip.
“So pretty,” Lu Han croons, his mouth hot and slick as it slides over Joonmyun’s lips for another kiss.
Joonmyun swallows, fitting his palms to Lu Han’s waist, nails digging into skin. “Want you to fuck me,” Joonmyun whispers the moment Lu Han gives him a chance to breathe.
Lu Han stills, pulling away from Joonmyun enough to see his face, his eyebrows furrowed. “You’d let me fuck you?” he asks. His voice is raspy, deeper and fuck Joonmyun wants him so much.
“Please,” Joonmyun answers, dragging Lu Han back to him, breathing him in deeply. “Please.”
The pain from the impact of the back of Joonmyun’s head on the wall when Lu Han surged forward to kiss him again is minimal, pushed away in favor of trying to get his hands all over Lu Han at once. Joonmyun tumbles, disoriented as his shirt is pulled off over his head because Lu Han’s weight is gone. Lu Han is in front of him, struggling to get his own shirt off and Joonmyun groans aloud at the expanse of unexplored skin on display.
Lu Han is a masterpiece and Joonmyun almost doesn’t want to touch him for fear of marring his beauty. Almost.
Lu Han threads fingers in Joonmyun’s hair, kisses him hard. His teeth dig painfully into Joonmyun’s lip for a moment before he gets his bearings, Joonmyun coaxing his mouth open. It’s easy for Lu Han to get Joonmyun’s slacks unbuttoned, pushed to the floor to pool around his ankles, but Lu Han’s jeans are a different story. Joonmyun curses them under his breath as Lu Han laughs, their mouths never far apart as they work to get the tight denim down his thighs and to his knees. Lu Han tries to kick free, toppling forward onto Joonmyun who has to catch his weight.
“I didn’t dress to undress,” Lu Han complains, his forehead resting on Joonmyun’s shoulder for balance as he hops on one foot, pushing at his jeans with both hands. Joonmyun is only mildly unhelpful, but that’s because he can’t resist trailing a finger from Lu Han’s chest to his belly button, nail scraping enough to have Lu Han curling away with a whine and laughing after. “Fuck, Myun, I’m not going to make it if you keep doing that.”
“Doing what?” Joonmyun asks even as he does it again, this time with his other hand tracing over the bumps of Lu Han’s spine too.
Lu Han gives up on his jeans and stands to his full height, hip cocked and hair a complete disaster. Joonmyun thinks he’s trying to appear threatening. “Either carry me to your bed or get me out of these pants.”
Joonmyun pretends to think about it, Lu Han groaning in frustration, a pout on his tempting mouth and no one can resist that. With a feigned sigh of annoyance, Joonmyun crouches to help, tugging at the denim until it finally pulls free of one foot and, after a brief struggle, the other.
“Better?” he asks, glancing up at Lu Han.
A knot forms in Joonmyun’s throat and his cock throbs at the image of Lu Han staring down at him, dark hair fallen in his eyes and his lower lip in his teeth. “Yeah,” Lu Han croaks, clearly enjoying the view.
And Joonmyun isn’t one to disappoint. He lowers his knees to the floor, lifting until he’s eye level with Lu Han’s briefs. They’re the same shade of purple as his shirt and Joonmyun would comment on it, except he’s drawn in by what’s under them. Slowly, Joonmyun runs his hands up the outside of Lu Han’s thighs, staring up to watch the flaring of Lu Han’s nostrils as his breathing quickens. He waits for a sign to stop as his fingers curl under the elastic, teasing, snapping it once just to see Lu Han flinch.
“Asshole,” Lu Han hisses without venom, nose scrunching at Joonmyun’s smile.
The briefs come off a lot easier than the pants and Joonmyun is hit full force in the face with the scent of arousal. It curls tight around him, so alluring and mouthwatering. Lu Han’s cock isn’t impressive in size, but it doesn’t make Joonmyun ache for it any less. Lu Han combs his fingers through Joonmyun’s hair and Joonmyun looks up at him as he leans in enough to swipe his tongue over the tip of Lu Han’s cock.
Lu Han’s fingers curl, his breath catches and Joonmyun outright moans at the taste of omega bursting along his tongue. He takes Lu Han’s cock into his mouth, tongue flat and lips tight as he sinks down. Lu Han curses, his jaw slack as he watches. Joonmyun pulls back slow, wetting Lu Han’s cock and teasing around the crown until Lu Han’s hips roll and he’s swallowing him down again.
Lu Han really is stunning, his cheeks and chest turning pink, the color spreading the longer Joonmyun bobs his head, taking Lu Han all the way into his mouth before pulling back. Lu Han moves with him, his hips fluid and Joonmyun moans at the thought of those hips slamming against his ass, his thighs.
He gives Lu Han’s cock one final squeeze, fitting his hand around it to stroke as he stands, the blood rushing back into his legs. Lu Han catches him, licking his way into Joonmyun’s mouth without hesitation, moaning and curling his tongue along Joonmyun’s as he thrusts into Joonmyun’s fist.
“I’m about to disappoint you all over the carpet if we don’t move,” Lu Han mumbles, whimpering when Joonmyun thumbs over the slit of his cock.
“My bed then,” Joonmyun answers, stepping back. Lu Han moves with him and Joonmyun grins, kissing him softly, fondly, so enraptured.
Joonmyun’s bed isn’t made, there’s two piles of laundry on his floor - one clean, one dirty - and he has a stack of books balanced precariously on the headboard. Thankfully, Lu Han is too occupied with getting his hands in Joonmyun’s boxers to notice, complimenting Joonmyun on his choice of pineapple print before nearly ripping them off.
The lube is somewhere between the nightstand and the bed and Joonmyun makes a grab for it before they get too much further. He’d like as few interruptions as possible now that he has Lu Han where he’s been aching to get him since the day they met. A smack lands on Joonmyun’s ass and he startles, about to turn and return the favor, but Lu Han pushes and Joonmyun lands on the mattress, weight on his hands and knees.
Joonmyun settles on his elbows, legs spreading and he is pleased to hear the noise Lu Han makes, his hands running reverently over the globes of Joonmyun’s ass. “As much as I enjoy the view,” Lu Han begins, hands moving up to grab Joonmyun’s waist, “I much prefer this one.”
Joonmyun finds himself on his back, staring up at an amused Lu Han. “I’m flattered.”
“You make the ugliest faces sometimes,” Lu Han says, a smarmy grin on his stupidly pink lips as he dips low to press a kiss to the corner of Joonmyun’s mouth. “I want to see if you make any during sex.”
Joonmyun whines, curling his lip at Lu Han. “I thought you said I was pretty.”
“Very pretty,” Lu Han agrees with a hum, prying the lube from Joonmyun’s fingers. “And you make some pretty ugly faces.”
Joonmyun doesn’t have the ability to be offended, not when Lu Han is kissing him so fervently, familiar, demanding. His legs fall open, a pleased sigh escaping between their mouths at the first caress of Lu Han’s fingers, slick and cool as they spread lube around his rim. Joonmyun welcomes the first press in, forgetting to kiss Lu Han back when his finger pushes deeper.
Lu Han abandons Joonmyun’s mouth, raining sloppy wet kisses along his cheek, down to his jaw and underneath, teeth scraping over his neck. “Smell so good,” Lu Han groans, voice muffled, but clear enough to hear. “Smells like mine.”
Joonmyun whimpers, tangling fingers in Lu Han’s hair to lift him, kiss him, bite at his lips until Lu Han steals his breath. A second finger fits in alongside the first, spreading and stretching. Joonmyun’s cock kicks, precome sticky on his stomach and his body on edge. He’s waiting, wanting. Needing.
Lu Han raises to his elbow, giving Joonmyun a moment to breathe, but only a moment. His fingers are gone, the tip of his cock sliding wet over Joonmyun’s rim before catching, pushing in just a little. Joonmyun can feel how slick Lu Han is from being turned on, filling the room with his scent, and it washes over Joonmyun, drowns him.
Joonmyun fits his thighs over Lu Han’s hips, hooking his ankles to drag Lu Han forward. His cock slides in smooth until he’s snug against Joonmyun’s cheeks.
“That’s it,” Lu Han purrs, lip pulling up on one side. “Such an ugly face.”
Joonmyun clenches around Lu Han’s cock purposely, pleased at the surprised moan that follows and how Lu Han tries to push in deeper. “You’ll see a worse one if you don’t fuck me.”
Lu Han growls, face pushed to Joonmyun’s throat as he starts up a quick rhythm that steals away the rest of Joonmyun’s empty threats. It’s all Joonmyun can do to hold on, moaning on every exhale because Lu Han’s cock is the perfect length to hit right where he needs. The bed rocks along with them, helping as Joonmyun lifts his hips into each thrust, clamping down on Lu Han’s cock with every pull out.
Lu Han buries his cock in Joonmyun’s ass, stopping, and Joonmyun whines, about to voice his displeasure when Lu Han hooks his elbow under Joonmyun’s right knee and hoists it until Joonmyun’s calf is on Lu Han’s shoulder. The stretch pulls a little, but it’s worth it when Lu Han fucks into him deeper, faster.
Joonmyun pulls at Lu Han’s hair, directing Lu Han to kiss him even if it’s messy and wet and they’re mostly breathing into each other’s mouths. Lu Han steals Joonmyun’s free hand with his, pushing them into the mattress, fingers threaded. It has Joonmyun’s heart thumping, his blood boiling and toes curling in the air. He’s so almost.
Almost too far gone.
Almost in over his head.
Almost.
It doesn’t take him by surprise when he comes untouched, but Joonmyun isn’t prepared for how fucking amazing his orgasm is. His entire body goes rigid, trying to arch off the bed, but he’s trapped with his leg on Lu Han’s shoulder. He thinks he calls out Lu Han’s name when his eyes roll back, cock jerking over his stomach with each rope of white that spills.
Lu Han speeds, fucking Joonmyun through it until he’s pulling out, his cock rubbing over Joonmyun’s balls before he’s coming too, wiping it over Joonmyun’s skin. Not that Joonmyun minds. He’s going to smell like Lu Han for at least a week and that’s not a bad thing at all.
Lu Han is a sweaty, red mess and Joonmyun wipes some of the sweat from his forehead with a fond smile, fingers running through damp hair to push it out of the way. It’s been a long time since Joonmyun’s felt so content, so happy. And it’s because of this amazing omega who gave a beta like him a shot.
“You make the worst come face,” Lu Han announces proudly.
Joonmyun pinches his side in retaliation. “You don’t look so handsome either,” he lies.
And Lu Han knows he’s lying. But Joonmyun isn’t mad, can’t possibly be upset when Lu Han noses his way up for a kiss, his weight dropping on Joonmyun’s chest.
“You’re not getting rid of me now,” Lu Han murmurs.
Joonmyun fits an arm around Lu Han’s waist as he reaches for the blankets, pulling them closer for when they start to get cold. “Wasn’t planning on getting rid of you,” Joonmyun sighs, nose buried in Lu Han’s hair.
Lu Han just wiggles to get more comfortable, spreading the mess between their stomachs and it’s going to be a pain to get clean if they don’t do it now, but Joonmyun is too comfortable, too almost . . .
Lu Han snores in his sleep. And somehow, Joonmyun finds that attractive too. He’s totally sunk.
Pairing: Joonmyun/Luhan
Rating:NC-17
Length: 3200w
Warnings: a/b/o au
Summary: Joonmyun and Lu Han haven't been together long.
Joonmyun is head over heels.
Not in love. Not yet.
But there’s an undeniable throb in his heart, a warm tug in his belly when Lu Han smiles at him from across the table, reaching out to lace their fingers together atop the white tablecloth. The tips of Lu Han’s ears go red, his eyes sparkling from the flickering candle between them and Joonmyun thinks he’s sunk. He’s utterly sunk.
The moment is almost unbearably cheesy, like something straight from a romance movie, but Lu Han is . . . well, Lu Han is abrasive and clingy and desires attention, but when Joonmyun gets him alone, a nice bubble of tranquility seems to settle around the two. It’s nice, calm. Soothing.
They haven’t been dating for long. It’s been almost two months since their first official date, but they’ve gone from seeing each other once or twice a week to finding a way to spend their time together almost daily. It’s something Joonmyun has started to look forward to. Lu Han likes to make surprise appearances during Joonmyun’s lunch break, pulling him out of his cubicle while his co-workers watch with unconcealed interest as Lu Han manhandles Joonmyun into the elevator and then ”into the real world for a breath of fresh air before you shrivel up and die. Come on, salaryman, you can buy me lunch.”
They’re still feeling each other out, finding those barriers and how malleable they are, but nothing so far has been enough for Joonmyun’s desire to fade. And he’s happy to say that Lu Han hasn’t gone running yet, so they must be on the right track.
It’s nice, Joonmyun thinks, to indulge in the tilt of his stomach when Lu Han leans in close and Joonmyun can breathe him in, trace over Lu Han’s delicate features without being chided for staring. Because Lu Han likes to stare too. He likes to see the pink on Joonmyun’s cheeks when he tells Joonmyun he’s pretty. And Joonmyun bites his tongue, refuses to counter that Lu Han is far prettier because he’s seen the twist of Lu Han’s mouth when someone else has called him pretty. Lu Han doesn’t want to be pretty. So Joonmyun calls him handsome and chuckles when Lu Han accepts it as a fact and moves on.
The two of them leave the restaurant hand-in-hand, Joonmyun with a firm, possessive grip because out here, there is no bubble. When they’re alone, it’s easy to forget, but out in the world, Joonmyun is highly aware that Lu Han is a wildly desirable omega and Joonmyun is only a beta. It doesn’t seem to bother Lu Han, but Joonmyun notices the lingering gazes that scrape over Lu Han’s form with appreciation before flickering to Joonmyun to size him up as if he’s not good enough, not the right one to keep Lu Han safe and well cared for. And sometimes Joonmyun thinks they’re right.
His hackles raise, a downturn of his lips as they pass a group of alphas and Joonmyun’s arm slides around Lu Han’s waist, hand dropped to tuck him closer to Joonmyun’s side. From the corner of his eye, Joonmyun sees Lu Han’s smile and it emboldens him, puts a skip in Joonmyun’s step all the way to his apartment. They hadn’t really made plans for the night; Lu Han had shown up at Joonmyun’s door, looking downright delectable in a light pair of skinny jeans and a purple shirt that clung to his torso and Joonmyun would have jumped in the nearest volcano if Lu Han had suggested it. But what he’d asked for was a meal.
And now, Joonmyun is toeing off his shoes after ushering Lu Han inside, content to know that in here, he’s not waging this imagined war with every alpha in the city for Lu Han’s attention. Lu Han’s presence is solid behind him and Joonmyun barely turns around before Lu Han’s mouth is on his - insistent, bold, perfect.
This part they’ve done enough to have down to an art. Joonmyun fits the swell of Lu Han’s lower lip between his own, teasing lightly with his teeth and Lu Han gasps, his tongue darting out impatiently. It’s soft, wet, still perfect. It’s Joonmyun who ends up with his back to the wall, Lu Han’s thigh wedged between his legs as a support and Joonmyun’s hands sliding gracelessly through the strands of Lu Han’s dark hair because he can never get enough. He always wants to touch, take, have but they haven’t gotten there quite yet.
Joonmyun can’t keep track of how many places they’ve stolen moments, kisses, but he remembers the first one. He’d walked up three flights of stairs, insisting he’d see Lu Han to his door after their second date and Lu Han had grabbed him by the lapels of his jacket and laid a kiss right on his mouth before Joonmyun could make his own move. It had been awkward, stilted as they found the best way to fit against each other.
Now Joonmyun knows that he can suck on Lu Han’s tongue to entice the most melodious of moans from his throat and that he can scratch through Lu Han’s hair to hear the soft whimpers he tries to swallow down. In turn, Lu Han knows that Joonmyun is weak to the way Lu Han melts against him, Joonmyun always curving up for more, teetering on his toes.
They’ve never gone further than this and it burns inside Joonmyun, swells and churns in his gut as he drags in deep breaths of omega, tastes him on his tongue and feels the shift of his muscles pressed to his chest. Joonmyun craves Lu Han in every way, head tipping back willingly when Lu Han drags his mouth from Joonmyun’s and down to his jaw, his neck, his shoulder. Lu Han is stretching the collar of his shirt to get to more skin and Joonmyun is lost, wavering, stuttering out deep breaths that do little to calm the racing of his heart.
Joonmyun rocks against Lu Han, hands pathing down to get underneath that damned purple shirt so he can touch. Lu Han is burning up, the muscles of his stomach contracting at the caress of Joonmyun’s wandering fingers and he pauses, pushing Joonmyun harder to the wall until his shoulders ache and his hips cant forward.
Lu Han’s teeth scrape over Joonmyun’s shoulder, and then he bites. Joonmyun sucks in a sharp breath, eyes rolling back and a groan spilling out after. It feels possessive even if it’s impermanent and it sets off this bomb in Joonmyun’s chest.
“Lu Han,” he moans when Lu Han pushes his thumb over the temporary wound. It sends a throb of pleasure-pain down through Joonmyun’s body to settle in his gut.
Lu Han lifts, his thumb scraping over the indention of his teeth as he kisses Joonmyun again. Joonmyun grinds down on Lu Han’s thigh, satisfied when he feels the outline of Lu Han’s cock pushed to his hip.
“So pretty,” Lu Han croons, his mouth hot and slick as it slides over Joonmyun’s lips for another kiss.
Joonmyun swallows, fitting his palms to Lu Han’s waist, nails digging into skin. “Want you to fuck me,” Joonmyun whispers the moment Lu Han gives him a chance to breathe.
Lu Han stills, pulling away from Joonmyun enough to see his face, his eyebrows furrowed. “You’d let me fuck you?” he asks. His voice is raspy, deeper and fuck Joonmyun wants him so much.
“Please,” Joonmyun answers, dragging Lu Han back to him, breathing him in deeply. “Please.”
The pain from the impact of the back of Joonmyun’s head on the wall when Lu Han surged forward to kiss him again is minimal, pushed away in favor of trying to get his hands all over Lu Han at once. Joonmyun tumbles, disoriented as his shirt is pulled off over his head because Lu Han’s weight is gone. Lu Han is in front of him, struggling to get his own shirt off and Joonmyun groans aloud at the expanse of unexplored skin on display.
Lu Han is a masterpiece and Joonmyun almost doesn’t want to touch him for fear of marring his beauty. Almost.
Lu Han threads fingers in Joonmyun’s hair, kisses him hard. His teeth dig painfully into Joonmyun’s lip for a moment before he gets his bearings, Joonmyun coaxing his mouth open. It’s easy for Lu Han to get Joonmyun’s slacks unbuttoned, pushed to the floor to pool around his ankles, but Lu Han’s jeans are a different story. Joonmyun curses them under his breath as Lu Han laughs, their mouths never far apart as they work to get the tight denim down his thighs and to his knees. Lu Han tries to kick free, toppling forward onto Joonmyun who has to catch his weight.
“I didn’t dress to undress,” Lu Han complains, his forehead resting on Joonmyun’s shoulder for balance as he hops on one foot, pushing at his jeans with both hands. Joonmyun is only mildly unhelpful, but that’s because he can’t resist trailing a finger from Lu Han’s chest to his belly button, nail scraping enough to have Lu Han curling away with a whine and laughing after. “Fuck, Myun, I’m not going to make it if you keep doing that.”
“Doing what?” Joonmyun asks even as he does it again, this time with his other hand tracing over the bumps of Lu Han’s spine too.
Lu Han gives up on his jeans and stands to his full height, hip cocked and hair a complete disaster. Joonmyun thinks he’s trying to appear threatening. “Either carry me to your bed or get me out of these pants.”
Joonmyun pretends to think about it, Lu Han groaning in frustration, a pout on his tempting mouth and no one can resist that. With a feigned sigh of annoyance, Joonmyun crouches to help, tugging at the denim until it finally pulls free of one foot and, after a brief struggle, the other.
“Better?” he asks, glancing up at Lu Han.
A knot forms in Joonmyun’s throat and his cock throbs at the image of Lu Han staring down at him, dark hair fallen in his eyes and his lower lip in his teeth. “Yeah,” Lu Han croaks, clearly enjoying the view.
And Joonmyun isn’t one to disappoint. He lowers his knees to the floor, lifting until he’s eye level with Lu Han’s briefs. They’re the same shade of purple as his shirt and Joonmyun would comment on it, except he’s drawn in by what’s under them. Slowly, Joonmyun runs his hands up the outside of Lu Han’s thighs, staring up to watch the flaring of Lu Han’s nostrils as his breathing quickens. He waits for a sign to stop as his fingers curl under the elastic, teasing, snapping it once just to see Lu Han flinch.
“Asshole,” Lu Han hisses without venom, nose scrunching at Joonmyun’s smile.
The briefs come off a lot easier than the pants and Joonmyun is hit full force in the face with the scent of arousal. It curls tight around him, so alluring and mouthwatering. Lu Han’s cock isn’t impressive in size, but it doesn’t make Joonmyun ache for it any less. Lu Han combs his fingers through Joonmyun’s hair and Joonmyun looks up at him as he leans in enough to swipe his tongue over the tip of Lu Han’s cock.
Lu Han’s fingers curl, his breath catches and Joonmyun outright moans at the taste of omega bursting along his tongue. He takes Lu Han’s cock into his mouth, tongue flat and lips tight as he sinks down. Lu Han curses, his jaw slack as he watches. Joonmyun pulls back slow, wetting Lu Han’s cock and teasing around the crown until Lu Han’s hips roll and he’s swallowing him down again.
Lu Han really is stunning, his cheeks and chest turning pink, the color spreading the longer Joonmyun bobs his head, taking Lu Han all the way into his mouth before pulling back. Lu Han moves with him, his hips fluid and Joonmyun moans at the thought of those hips slamming against his ass, his thighs.
He gives Lu Han’s cock one final squeeze, fitting his hand around it to stroke as he stands, the blood rushing back into his legs. Lu Han catches him, licking his way into Joonmyun’s mouth without hesitation, moaning and curling his tongue along Joonmyun’s as he thrusts into Joonmyun’s fist.
“I’m about to disappoint you all over the carpet if we don’t move,” Lu Han mumbles, whimpering when Joonmyun thumbs over the slit of his cock.
“My bed then,” Joonmyun answers, stepping back. Lu Han moves with him and Joonmyun grins, kissing him softly, fondly, so enraptured.
Joonmyun’s bed isn’t made, there’s two piles of laundry on his floor - one clean, one dirty - and he has a stack of books balanced precariously on the headboard. Thankfully, Lu Han is too occupied with getting his hands in Joonmyun’s boxers to notice, complimenting Joonmyun on his choice of pineapple print before nearly ripping them off.
The lube is somewhere between the nightstand and the bed and Joonmyun makes a grab for it before they get too much further. He’d like as few interruptions as possible now that he has Lu Han where he’s been aching to get him since the day they met. A smack lands on Joonmyun’s ass and he startles, about to turn and return the favor, but Lu Han pushes and Joonmyun lands on the mattress, weight on his hands and knees.
Joonmyun settles on his elbows, legs spreading and he is pleased to hear the noise Lu Han makes, his hands running reverently over the globes of Joonmyun’s ass. “As much as I enjoy the view,” Lu Han begins, hands moving up to grab Joonmyun’s waist, “I much prefer this one.”
Joonmyun finds himself on his back, staring up at an amused Lu Han. “I’m flattered.”
“You make the ugliest faces sometimes,” Lu Han says, a smarmy grin on his stupidly pink lips as he dips low to press a kiss to the corner of Joonmyun’s mouth. “I want to see if you make any during sex.”
Joonmyun whines, curling his lip at Lu Han. “I thought you said I was pretty.”
“Very pretty,” Lu Han agrees with a hum, prying the lube from Joonmyun’s fingers. “And you make some pretty ugly faces.”
Joonmyun doesn’t have the ability to be offended, not when Lu Han is kissing him so fervently, familiar, demanding. His legs fall open, a pleased sigh escaping between their mouths at the first caress of Lu Han’s fingers, slick and cool as they spread lube around his rim. Joonmyun welcomes the first press in, forgetting to kiss Lu Han back when his finger pushes deeper.
Lu Han abandons Joonmyun’s mouth, raining sloppy wet kisses along his cheek, down to his jaw and underneath, teeth scraping over his neck. “Smell so good,” Lu Han groans, voice muffled, but clear enough to hear. “Smells like mine.”
Joonmyun whimpers, tangling fingers in Lu Han’s hair to lift him, kiss him, bite at his lips until Lu Han steals his breath. A second finger fits in alongside the first, spreading and stretching. Joonmyun’s cock kicks, precome sticky on his stomach and his body on edge. He’s waiting, wanting. Needing.
Lu Han raises to his elbow, giving Joonmyun a moment to breathe, but only a moment. His fingers are gone, the tip of his cock sliding wet over Joonmyun’s rim before catching, pushing in just a little. Joonmyun can feel how slick Lu Han is from being turned on, filling the room with his scent, and it washes over Joonmyun, drowns him.
Joonmyun fits his thighs over Lu Han’s hips, hooking his ankles to drag Lu Han forward. His cock slides in smooth until he’s snug against Joonmyun’s cheeks.
“That’s it,” Lu Han purrs, lip pulling up on one side. “Such an ugly face.”
Joonmyun clenches around Lu Han’s cock purposely, pleased at the surprised moan that follows and how Lu Han tries to push in deeper. “You’ll see a worse one if you don’t fuck me.”
Lu Han growls, face pushed to Joonmyun’s throat as he starts up a quick rhythm that steals away the rest of Joonmyun’s empty threats. It’s all Joonmyun can do to hold on, moaning on every exhale because Lu Han’s cock is the perfect length to hit right where he needs. The bed rocks along with them, helping as Joonmyun lifts his hips into each thrust, clamping down on Lu Han’s cock with every pull out.
Lu Han buries his cock in Joonmyun’s ass, stopping, and Joonmyun whines, about to voice his displeasure when Lu Han hooks his elbow under Joonmyun’s right knee and hoists it until Joonmyun’s calf is on Lu Han’s shoulder. The stretch pulls a little, but it’s worth it when Lu Han fucks into him deeper, faster.
Joonmyun pulls at Lu Han’s hair, directing Lu Han to kiss him even if it’s messy and wet and they’re mostly breathing into each other’s mouths. Lu Han steals Joonmyun’s free hand with his, pushing them into the mattress, fingers threaded. It has Joonmyun’s heart thumping, his blood boiling and toes curling in the air. He’s so almost.
Almost too far gone.
Almost in over his head.
Almost.
It doesn’t take him by surprise when he comes untouched, but Joonmyun isn’t prepared for how fucking amazing his orgasm is. His entire body goes rigid, trying to arch off the bed, but he’s trapped with his leg on Lu Han’s shoulder. He thinks he calls out Lu Han’s name when his eyes roll back, cock jerking over his stomach with each rope of white that spills.
Lu Han speeds, fucking Joonmyun through it until he’s pulling out, his cock rubbing over Joonmyun’s balls before he’s coming too, wiping it over Joonmyun’s skin. Not that Joonmyun minds. He’s going to smell like Lu Han for at least a week and that’s not a bad thing at all.
Lu Han is a sweaty, red mess and Joonmyun wipes some of the sweat from his forehead with a fond smile, fingers running through damp hair to push it out of the way. It’s been a long time since Joonmyun’s felt so content, so happy. And it’s because of this amazing omega who gave a beta like him a shot.
“You make the worst come face,” Lu Han announces proudly.
Joonmyun pinches his side in retaliation. “You don’t look so handsome either,” he lies.
And Lu Han knows he’s lying. But Joonmyun isn’t mad, can’t possibly be upset when Lu Han noses his way up for a kiss, his weight dropping on Joonmyun’s chest.
“You’re not getting rid of me now,” Lu Han murmurs.
Joonmyun fits an arm around Lu Han’s waist as he reaches for the blankets, pulling them closer for when they start to get cold. “Wasn’t planning on getting rid of you,” Joonmyun sighs, nose buried in Lu Han’s hair.
Lu Han just wiggles to get more comfortable, spreading the mess between their stomachs and it’s going to be a pain to get clean if they don’t do it now, but Joonmyun is too comfortable, too almost . . .
Lu Han snores in his sleep. And somehow, Joonmyun finds that attractive too. He’s totally sunk.