Is That Metal in Your Pants (or Are You Happy to See Me?)
Title: Is That Metal in Your Pants (or Are You Happy to See Me)
Rating: nc-17
Genre: smut, daddy!kink
Pairing: seho
Summary: Sehun's working at customs when Daddy comes back from his business trip in China.
this prompt fill did not turn out the way i wanted it to ;A; enjoy anyway.
Beep beep.
Sehun steps forward from his position beside the metal detector, extending a hand towards the large coat of a lady who appears to have set it off.
“Madam,” he says, “please check if you’ve left anything in your pockets. Phone, hair pins or other small objects?”
She reaches into her coat as instructed and pulls out a crumpled receipt or two. She also fishes out a hair band and the likely culprit - a few coins. “Sorry about that, it must’ve been these…"
Sehun automatically holds out a plastic tray for her to place her loose change into. “Thank you. Now, if you’ll please step through the detector again…”
Even though Incheon airport is busy, it’s just another normal day at customs for Sehun. The international terminal where he’s stationed today is in full swing; the intercom announces a final call for a flight to Tokyo, the electronic boards mounted to the wall flash with the new update and a sudden mass of movement is triggered amongst the airport patrons. Passengers mill about and businessmen hurry to queue for their immigration, hand luggage in tow and boarding passes and passports at the ready.
It’s a lot of rush for a plane that won’t depart without you, Sehun thinks wryly. It wasn’t like customs moved fast to begin with anyway.
“Heads up,” someone calls out, “incoming from China.”
Kwon Boa is Sehun’s supervisor, a sharp lady with never a stray hair out of place, every crease in her uniform obliterated and eagle eyes that monitor in sixteen different directions. Customs is her kingdom, and she’s the queen.
Sehun quickly straightens his tie, and rolls up his sleeves before she walks past. He picks up his security wand and she tilts her head in approval. He checks the arrivals board for the flight number and all of a sudden his fingers are trembling in anticipation.
Joonmyun has been away for several days on a business trip in Beijing, promising to return as soon as possible to his “boytoy”, as Joonmyun’s work colleague Jongdae has aptly named Sehun.
Sehun himself had whined and begged to tag along, or least be allowed to catch a flight to Qingdao to visit Zitao while Joonmyun did his boring stuff in the capital, but work needed him and Joonmyun was adamant that Sehun stayed where he was.
“Maybe I’ll see you in customs,” he’d whispered on the morning of his departure. It had been followed by a kiss that had left the boy breathless, and then he was gone.
The passengers disembark the plane and make their way through immigration. They trickle in slowly through to customs after hauling their luggage from the baggage claim. Sehun takes up his assigned post at one of the metal detectors, and Boa takes the other. The majority of people pass through without a hitch (except for the guy with the super creepy grin who had a bobby pin stuck in his mess of frizzy auburn hair) and Sehun finds himself craning his neck to scan the crowd for a head of blond - and sure enough, he spots the flash of colour among the masses of dark-haired citizens.
Daddy looks spectacular as always.
Decked out in pressed and ironed slacks, polished shoes, a starched white button-up and blazer fitted to perfection, Joonmyun steps out of the arrivals gate every inch the rich and handsome businessman. He checks his Rolex for the time as Jongdae falls into step beside him, laughing at some joke between the two of them as they get in line for customs.
Sehun’s heart does a funny flip because he suddenly feels like he’s seventeen again, lonely and craving for affection, living next to a neighbour who wore fancy suits to work and liked to care for things in more ways than one.
Sehun’s heart also does funny flips because he knows Daddy never, ever passes through customs like a normal passenger.
Joonmyun is smirking at him from the other side of the metal detector.
Sehun stares at him for what is probably an inappropriately long time before he realizes Daddy is also staring back at him, like he’s waiting for a prompt.
“Please step through,” Sehun says, thanking the gods that he’s still in control of his voice. His cheeks threaten to go pink on him as Joonmyun walks this way, the corner of his mouth lifted in a half-smile, his step laden with smug confidence. He resists the urge to squeeze his eyes shut because the inevitable is coming; it’s going to happen, and it always does -
Beep, beep.
Sehun sucks in an anxious breath. He schools his features into a professional one and runs through the standard operating procedures for the situation in his head. It happens to random passengers sometimes. He’s done this before, no problem at all. In fact, he’s done this multiple times.
“Anything left in your pockets, sir?” he asks, voice now oddly pitched, because he already knows there’s -
“Nothing,” Joonmyun replies, with a warm smile that makes Sehun’s knees go weak.
“Your belt? Any j-jewellery?” Sehun coughs a little.
Joonmyun meets the boy’s gaze. He can see Sehun’s clammy palms, his repeated swallowing and the cold sweat building up on his forehead. “Maybe it’s something on me,” he says innocently, eyes twinkling, and delights in the way the boy squirms in his uniform.
“Uh,” Sehun says, sounding less than intelligent. Follow standard procedure. “If you’ll come this way...”
He leads Joonmyun over to a little platform to stand on, where he raises his security wand for Joonmyun to see. “Please hold out your arms and remain still, sir. I’m just going to run this over you and pat you down where necessary. It will only take a moment.”
Sehun’s getting better at holding his composure, Joonmyun muses, lifting his arms and watching Sehun pass the wand over his face. Sehun’s working hard to avoid eye contact. How Joonmyun wants to tell him off, because Sehun is very well aware that Daddy does not like being ignored.
“So when did I become ‘sir’?” he asks quietly, lips curving upwards with amusement. Sehun freezes with the wand hovering over Joonmyun’s waist. “Why aren’t you calling me Daddy?”
Sehun coughs loudly and promptly flushes a pretty red all the way down to his neck. “But - public places and - you said- ” The right words seem to be having trouble coming out.
“I was just teasing, Sehunnie. Aren’t you happy to see me?”
“Of course, D-D…” Sehun trails off and looks at his hand, his grip on the security wand making his knuckles turn white. He’s stopped at the bottom of Joonmyun’s torso.
Joonmyun’s eyes follow him down. “What are you waiting for?” he says mockingly. “Why don’t you keep going? You wouldn’t want Boa to catch you slacking off on the job now, would you?”
Sehun’s eyebrows draw together in a frown at the mention of his supervisor, and decides her wrath is probably not worth incurring. Staring isn’t going to help him much more either so he makes do with squeezing his eyes shut, quickly whips the wand past Joonmyun’s crotch and hopes for the best. It’s not like he wasn’t expecting this anyway.
Beep.
His face going an even deeper shade of red, Sehun straightens up. He can’t even look Daddy in the eye. “Is there a chance that you have something beneath your, uh, shirt? Sir?” he remembers to add, because his job requires him to remain professional no matter the issue at hand.
Protocol, he mutters over and over in his head. Just follow what you learned in your training.
Joonmyun pretends to be offended. “Oh, I don’t think so,” he laughs behind the hand covering his mouth. “Maybe there’s something in my pants, but I’m afraid I’m not comfortable with removing my clothes in public.”
Sehun wipes a drop of sweat off his upper lip that he didn’t even know was there. “I- ”
“Is everything okay here?” Boa appears at Sehun’s side, eyeing Joonmyun suspiciously.
“I-I’m going to need to do inspection,” Sehun says hastily. “He, uh, isn’t quite cooperating…”
“…I see.” Boa looks at Joonmyun, who barely resembles someone who’s uncooperative, with even more suspicion than before. “Sir, this will only take a short time. Please understand that a search is standard procedure at Incheon airport.”
Joonmyun resists the urge to shoot Sehun a reprimanding stare, opting to smile at his supervisor instead. Not quite cooperating? “Absolutely. I understand,” he says brightly.
“Thank you.” Boa lets Joonmyun collect his belongings from the x-ray’s conveyor belt and disappears off to find someone to take Sehun’s place.
“Right this way,” Sehun mutters at the ground, and motions for Joonmyun to follow him into one of the private inspection rooms. The door hasn’t even shut properly when Sehun feels a fist grab at the back of his shirt, pulling it straight out of where it’s tucked into his pants as he gets forcefully spun around to face Daddy.
Joonmyun raises an eyebrow. “Why did you tell her I wasn’t cooperating?” he says. “Were you trying to make Daddy look bad, Sehunnie?”
“I wasn’t,” Sehun pouts, shaking his head. He tries to tidy up his clothes, stuffing his shirt back into his pants and adjusting his tie back into place. “I just needed an excuse…"
“Not good enough. Go over to the table,” Joonmyun orders, pointing at it. “Bend over and don’t move.”
Not wanting to disappoint, but also fearful that Daddy’s already disappointed, Sehun scrambles over to the table and lays himself over it. He feels hands at his hips, which pull him into the desired position with his ass in the air and face flat against the hard surface.
“It seems you forgot everything while I was away,” he hears behind him. “I should punish you, don’t you think?”
“I didn’t meant to, Daddy, it was a mistake-”
The first slap is muffled slightly by the fabric of his pants. Sehun makes a sound of morbid embarrassment and buries his face in his forearms as his rear stings, no doubt complete with a blazing red handprint on his skin by now.
“Don’t lie,” Joonmyun reprimands him with another slap. “You know what Daddy doesn’t like?"
“Liars,” Sehun sniffs. “Daddy hates liars."
“That’s right. And who lied today?”
“…I did.” Sehun feels tears of humiliation welling up in his eyes. He’s been bad. He looks over his shoulder to see Joonmyun waiting expectantly. “Daddy should spank me.”
Joonmyun smacks the prominent curve of his ass a third time and Sehun cries out. “Good. Now take your pants off.”
Sehun’s limbs turn to jelly as he undoes his belt and shoves his pants down to his knees. His underwear follows straight after. Daddy’s warm hands knead the soft flesh of his ass, squeezing hard and sighing in approval.
“Count for me, Sehunnie.”
“Yes, Daddy.” He thinks he’s ready until he’s smacked again, this time the pain more intense against bare skin. “O-one,” he says shakily.
By the time Joonmyun’s reached fifteen Sehun’s already a mess, sobbing into the table and begging him to stop. A light sheen of sweat covers the planes of his back and his butt cheeks are splotched with various shades of red and pink.
“I’m sorry I was bad, Daddy, please, I’ll be good,” he babbles, blinking back the tears spilling from his eyes, “I’ll be good- ”
“Turn over.”
The next thing Sehun knows is Daddy patting his leg and Sehun gingerly obeys, clambering up onto the table to lie on his back. Areas of it are warm from his stomach and he wriggles around slightly to avoid the cold parts. His ass is sore from his spanking and while he knows he asked for it, he also knows he deserved it for doing what Daddy hates the most. More tears spill from his eyes and he holds his arms out to be hugged.
“There, shh.” Daddy’s arms pull him up into a sitting position. “You’ve learned your lesson now, haven’t you?”
Sehun nods and Daddy’s fingers wipe his tears away, just like he did that day when he found seventeen year old Sehun storming out of the house, crying after his first break-up with a boy named Kim Jongin. “Yes, Daddy…”
He feels soothing hands run through his hair and tightens his arms around the older man. “I’m sorry I lied. And - and I really missed you while you were in China.”
“I know you did. Come on, let’s deal with your other problems. I know you liked the spanking, even if you say you didn’t.”
Sehun yelps as Joonmyun reaches down to grab his cock, hard and lazily leaking pre-come in its neglected state. “Daddy, someone might come in,” he whispers, panicking.
“You say that every time I pass through customs,” Joonmyun laughs. He rubs a single finger down the shaft of Sehun’s cock and the boy twitches involuntarily. “They can watch. Let them see."
“But you’ll get in trouble,” Sehun protests. “They’ll fire me…"
Joonmyun leans forward to plant a kiss on his mouth. “I don’t know why you like your independence so much,” he muses. “You know I make more than enough money for the two of us.”
But secretly, he doesn’t mind that Sehun works. He doesn’t mind that sometimes Sehun isn’t there to keep the bed warm on Sunday mornings, and on the odd occasion he’ll come home and Sehun will be out taking a night shift - it’s like proof to him that the kid’s not some freeloader who’s just sticking around for the (mind-blowing) sex - that he’s his own person too, with his own things he likes to do and places he likes to go, and who always comes back to Daddy every night.
“Stay still,” Joonmyun says. He kneels and unzips his hand luggage, sifting through items until finds the lube he packed especially for today. He pops the cap and squeezes a generous amount onto his fingers. “Lie back and let Daddy do the work, Sehunnie. We’re going to make this quick, since I wasn’t expecting to spank you today.”
Sehun nods and lies back down, his skin making contact with the coldness of the table again. He vividly remembers himself asking to be punished and feels his face flare red again. His pants catch on one of his feet and he throws them off after his shoes and socks.
“O-okay.” He parts his legs and a finger works its way inside his ass, thrusting gently to get him open. “Daddy, your fingers are cold.”
“It’ll warm up.” Joonmyun slips a second finger in. He feels the muscles of Sehun’s passage spasm slightly at the intrusion before relaxing again, the boy releasing a soft moan. Joonmyun knows he has to work fast before somebody gets suspicious and, god forbid, comes into the inspection room to find their co-worker on the table with cock up his ass.
By the time he’s easing in a slippery fourth finger Sehun is bucking up for more, wheedling endlessly for Daddy to put his cock inside him already.
“So greedy,” Joonmyun tuts. He curls his fingers slightly and watches a bead of pre-come dribble from the head of Sehun’s cock. “Didn’t I teach you any manners?”
Sehun pouts up at him, bottom lip dark against his pretty pink cheeks. “Can Daddy fuck me? Please?” he adds, and Joonmyun just can’t resist those dilated, blown-out bedroom eyes. He withdraws his fingers and doesn’t even bother pulling the belt out of its loops, instead tugging it out roughly and shoving his pants down far enough to take his cock out of the confines of his underwear.
The curved silver barbell sitting snugly in the head of his cock gleams almost suggestively, winking under the bright lights of the inspection room. The Prince Albert is the nightmare of Sehun’s career in aviation security, thick enough to set off the metal detector every time its owner passes through customs. It’s a different story in the bedroom, though.
Joonmyun’s aware of Sehun eyeing up his length. A small smile briefly crosses his face as he rips open a condom, rolling it on with expert efficiency. The boy’s got cock-sucking lips for sure but they don’t have time for it today. He reaches for the lube again and slicks himself up. He also dribbles some down between the round globes of Sehun’s ass and rubs a finger over his stretched hole, some part of him feeling very satisfied at the way Sehun shudders at his mere touch.
‘I’m ready,” Sehun whispers, chest rising and falling gently in anticipation. “Please, Daddy…”
Joonmyun groans as he pushes into him, the head of his cock disappearing past the pink ring of muscle, sighing at the familiar tightness. He watches as Sehun takes in the rest of his cock, inch by inch until their pelvises meet. Despite having only been away in Beijing for a short period of time, he’d missed this like nothing else.
Sehun makes a quiet noise of discomfort. His eyes scrunch closed and his small mouth sets in an unhappy line. Joonmyun tenses up and carefully leans forward to press soft kisses against his neck.
“I’m okay,” Sehun breathes, fingers clutching at Joonmyun’s black blazer, “I just need… adjust…”
There is a momentary pause until the gears in Joonmyun’s mind suddenly click together. “Tell Daddy how often you touched yourself while he was away,” he says slowly.
Sehun shakes his head. “I didn’t,” he mumbles.
“I said you could if you wanted to, you know.” Joonmyun raises an eyebrow. He’d given Sehun free reign all week, with a drawer full of toys and enough lube to have a different flavour every day, yet he’d abstained. “I gave you permission.”
Sehun pouts at him again. “But I wanted Daddy to come home first,” he says pathetically. “It’s not as much fun without you.”
Joonmyun suddenly gets images of Sehun on his days off, either wandering around the apartment wearing too-small clothes that don’t belong to him, or curled up in their bed with his face buried in Joonmyun’s pillows in the hopes of catching his scent, and his expression softens. He pets Sehun’s hair soothingly for a few more minutes as he lets Sehun adjust, murmuring comforting words into the shell of his ear until Sehun urges him to move with a roll of his hips.
Joonmyun picks up the pace, nearly pulling out the whole way and thrusting back in hard enough to make the table wobble. The inspection room echoes with the faint sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and the cries Sehun tries to cover by throwing his hand over his mouth. He can’t say he hasn’t missed this either, having spent lonely nights swathed in blankets by himself and nobody on the other side of the bed. As with every other time, he’d adamantly refused Daddy’s offer of finding him a temporary playmate which, really, was just any of the boys who belonged to one of Daddy’s close friends. As much as he enjoyed Luhan’s bubbly nature, or even Zitao’s tendency to steal kisses all the time (which he didn’t mind all that much), Sehun was more of a snugglebug who preferred cuddles and expensive food at home in front of the TV (followed by excessive amounts of necking afterwards).
Joonmyun thrusts harder, brushing past a sensitive spot inside that makes Sehun choke on gasps of pleasure, throwing back his head listlessly against the table. Joonmyun latches onto the pale skin of his bared throat with a vengeance that he knows will leave marks by the time Sehun comes home tonight. The inspection room’s hardly the place for them to make up for what they’ve missed over the week, and Joonmyun’s already having trouble holding back his pent-up need.
“D-Daddy,” Sehun whimpers between haggard breaths, “harder, Daddy, please-” He clenches around Joonmyun’s cock, now beyond caring that he always gets made to do this if he’s unfortunate enough to be working at customs whenever Joonmyun flies into the country, because this is what he’s been looking forward to for days on end, in all his wet dreams and empty fantasies. He shifts the angle of his hips slightly and he can suddenly feel one of the balls on the end of Joonmyun’s piercing pressing along the length of his walls, adding to the tide of sensations already bearing down on his system.
“Is this what you wanted?” Joonmyun purrs in his ear. “Is this what you thought of while I was away on business? Tell Daddy how often you thought about his cock filling you up, Sehunnie.”
“Every night,” Sehun gasps brokenly. It’s not like he’s lying. Daddy doesn’t like liars.
“Every night?” Joonmyun repeats, tightening his grip on Sehun’s waist. “And you still didn’t want to touch yourself, even though you were allowed? Daddy has to say he’s quite impressed.”
A flash of pride runs through Sehun. He had wanted to get a toy out, he honestly had, but it just felt so wrong without Daddy’s presence, without his praise and touch at every moment.
Joonmyun claims Sehun’s mouth in an open kiss, nipping at his lips, licking against his tongue with his own and his hips driving his cock deep into the tight, slick warmth. Sehun kisses back desperately, greedily, chasing after Joonmyun’s mouth.
“I’m going to come, Daddy,” he sobs, saliva trailing from the side of his chin, his face burning in shame again at his lack of endurance. “I can’t hold it, I can’t…”
Joonmyun lets him, even slipping in a hand to stroke him to completion. Sehun bites down on his lip as he spurts white all over his stomach, his mutters of “Daddy” barely audible over the sound of Joonmyun fucking him in search of his own climax. They haven’t done this in a while so it doesn’t take long for him to finish too, emptying himself into the condom with visions of what he’s going to do to Sehun that night in the privacy of their own bedroom.
“You did well,” he says breathlessly. He pulls out of Sehun’s ass, drawing a disgruntled noise out of him. “Daddy will reward your good behaviour later, okay?”
Sehun nods contentedly. He takes the wet wipes Joonmyun offers him and quickly cleans himself up. His hair is now a mess and his face looks like it could do with a clean too. He yanks up his trousers and has to redo his belt twice before getting it in the right hole, and stuffs his feet back into his socks. Joonmyun removes the condom and tosses it in the trash bin, showing off a flash of silver before tucking himself back into his pants and zipping up.
“All done?” he asks, chuckling at the sight of Sehun still hopping on one foot to get his shoe on properly.
“Done,” Sehun replies, awkwardly patting his hair back down into place. He wishes his hair behaved like Daddy’s, who could simply run his fingers through his own blond locks and they’d stay sexily tousled for the rest of the day. “Do I look okay?”
“Just one more thing.” Joonmyun grasps Sehun’s tie with a hand and reels him in for a firm kiss. “Your tie’s crooked.”
Disclaimer: depending on the size of the jewellery, parts of male genital piercings may come loose or tear the condom and you may be better off taking it out. this has been overlooked for the sake of this fanfic. \O/
Rating: nc-17
Genre: smut, daddy!kink
Pairing: seho
Summary: Sehun's working at customs when Daddy comes back from his business trip in China.
this prompt fill did not turn out the way i wanted it to ;A; enjoy anyway.
Beep beep.
Sehun steps forward from his position beside the metal detector, extending a hand towards the large coat of a lady who appears to have set it off.
“Madam,” he says, “please check if you’ve left anything in your pockets. Phone, hair pins or other small objects?”
She reaches into her coat as instructed and pulls out a crumpled receipt or two. She also fishes out a hair band and the likely culprit - a few coins. “Sorry about that, it must’ve been these…"
Sehun automatically holds out a plastic tray for her to place her loose change into. “Thank you. Now, if you’ll please step through the detector again…”
Even though Incheon airport is busy, it’s just another normal day at customs for Sehun. The international terminal where he’s stationed today is in full swing; the intercom announces a final call for a flight to Tokyo, the electronic boards mounted to the wall flash with the new update and a sudden mass of movement is triggered amongst the airport patrons. Passengers mill about and businessmen hurry to queue for their immigration, hand luggage in tow and boarding passes and passports at the ready.
It’s a lot of rush for a plane that won’t depart without you, Sehun thinks wryly. It wasn’t like customs moved fast to begin with anyway.
“Heads up,” someone calls out, “incoming from China.”
Kwon Boa is Sehun’s supervisor, a sharp lady with never a stray hair out of place, every crease in her uniform obliterated and eagle eyes that monitor in sixteen different directions. Customs is her kingdom, and she’s the queen.
Sehun quickly straightens his tie, and rolls up his sleeves before she walks past. He picks up his security wand and she tilts her head in approval. He checks the arrivals board for the flight number and all of a sudden his fingers are trembling in anticipation.
Joonmyun has been away for several days on a business trip in Beijing, promising to return as soon as possible to his “boytoy”, as Joonmyun’s work colleague Jongdae has aptly named Sehun.
Sehun himself had whined and begged to tag along, or least be allowed to catch a flight to Qingdao to visit Zitao while Joonmyun did his boring stuff in the capital, but work needed him and Joonmyun was adamant that Sehun stayed where he was.
“Maybe I’ll see you in customs,” he’d whispered on the morning of his departure. It had been followed by a kiss that had left the boy breathless, and then he was gone.
The passengers disembark the plane and make their way through immigration. They trickle in slowly through to customs after hauling their luggage from the baggage claim. Sehun takes up his assigned post at one of the metal detectors, and Boa takes the other. The majority of people pass through without a hitch (except for the guy with the super creepy grin who had a bobby pin stuck in his mess of frizzy auburn hair) and Sehun finds himself craning his neck to scan the crowd for a head of blond - and sure enough, he spots the flash of colour among the masses of dark-haired citizens.
Daddy looks spectacular as always.
Decked out in pressed and ironed slacks, polished shoes, a starched white button-up and blazer fitted to perfection, Joonmyun steps out of the arrivals gate every inch the rich and handsome businessman. He checks his Rolex for the time as Jongdae falls into step beside him, laughing at some joke between the two of them as they get in line for customs.
Sehun’s heart does a funny flip because he suddenly feels like he’s seventeen again, lonely and craving for affection, living next to a neighbour who wore fancy suits to work and liked to care for things in more ways than one.
Sehun’s heart also does funny flips because he knows Daddy never, ever passes through customs like a normal passenger.
Joonmyun is smirking at him from the other side of the metal detector.
Sehun stares at him for what is probably an inappropriately long time before he realizes Daddy is also staring back at him, like he’s waiting for a prompt.
“Please step through,” Sehun says, thanking the gods that he’s still in control of his voice. His cheeks threaten to go pink on him as Joonmyun walks this way, the corner of his mouth lifted in a half-smile, his step laden with smug confidence. He resists the urge to squeeze his eyes shut because the inevitable is coming; it’s going to happen, and it always does -
Beep, beep.
Sehun sucks in an anxious breath. He schools his features into a professional one and runs through the standard operating procedures for the situation in his head. It happens to random passengers sometimes. He’s done this before, no problem at all. In fact, he’s done this multiple times.
“Anything left in your pockets, sir?” he asks, voice now oddly pitched, because he already knows there’s -
“Nothing,” Joonmyun replies, with a warm smile that makes Sehun’s knees go weak.
“Your belt? Any j-jewellery?” Sehun coughs a little.
Joonmyun meets the boy’s gaze. He can see Sehun’s clammy palms, his repeated swallowing and the cold sweat building up on his forehead. “Maybe it’s something on me,” he says innocently, eyes twinkling, and delights in the way the boy squirms in his uniform.
“Uh,” Sehun says, sounding less than intelligent. Follow standard procedure. “If you’ll come this way...”
He leads Joonmyun over to a little platform to stand on, where he raises his security wand for Joonmyun to see. “Please hold out your arms and remain still, sir. I’m just going to run this over you and pat you down where necessary. It will only take a moment.”
Sehun’s getting better at holding his composure, Joonmyun muses, lifting his arms and watching Sehun pass the wand over his face. Sehun’s working hard to avoid eye contact. How Joonmyun wants to tell him off, because Sehun is very well aware that Daddy does not like being ignored.
“So when did I become ‘sir’?” he asks quietly, lips curving upwards with amusement. Sehun freezes with the wand hovering over Joonmyun’s waist. “Why aren’t you calling me Daddy?”
Sehun coughs loudly and promptly flushes a pretty red all the way down to his neck. “But - public places and - you said- ” The right words seem to be having trouble coming out.
“I was just teasing, Sehunnie. Aren’t you happy to see me?”
“Of course, D-D…” Sehun trails off and looks at his hand, his grip on the security wand making his knuckles turn white. He’s stopped at the bottom of Joonmyun’s torso.
Joonmyun’s eyes follow him down. “What are you waiting for?” he says mockingly. “Why don’t you keep going? You wouldn’t want Boa to catch you slacking off on the job now, would you?”
Sehun’s eyebrows draw together in a frown at the mention of his supervisor, and decides her wrath is probably not worth incurring. Staring isn’t going to help him much more either so he makes do with squeezing his eyes shut, quickly whips the wand past Joonmyun’s crotch and hopes for the best. It’s not like he wasn’t expecting this anyway.
Beep.
His face going an even deeper shade of red, Sehun straightens up. He can’t even look Daddy in the eye. “Is there a chance that you have something beneath your, uh, shirt? Sir?” he remembers to add, because his job requires him to remain professional no matter the issue at hand.
Protocol, he mutters over and over in his head. Just follow what you learned in your training.
Joonmyun pretends to be offended. “Oh, I don’t think so,” he laughs behind the hand covering his mouth. “Maybe there’s something in my pants, but I’m afraid I’m not comfortable with removing my clothes in public.”
Sehun wipes a drop of sweat off his upper lip that he didn’t even know was there. “I- ”
“Is everything okay here?” Boa appears at Sehun’s side, eyeing Joonmyun suspiciously.
“I-I’m going to need to do inspection,” Sehun says hastily. “He, uh, isn’t quite cooperating…”
“…I see.” Boa looks at Joonmyun, who barely resembles someone who’s uncooperative, with even more suspicion than before. “Sir, this will only take a short time. Please understand that a search is standard procedure at Incheon airport.”
Joonmyun resists the urge to shoot Sehun a reprimanding stare, opting to smile at his supervisor instead. Not quite cooperating? “Absolutely. I understand,” he says brightly.
“Thank you.” Boa lets Joonmyun collect his belongings from the x-ray’s conveyor belt and disappears off to find someone to take Sehun’s place.
“Right this way,” Sehun mutters at the ground, and motions for Joonmyun to follow him into one of the private inspection rooms. The door hasn’t even shut properly when Sehun feels a fist grab at the back of his shirt, pulling it straight out of where it’s tucked into his pants as he gets forcefully spun around to face Daddy.
Joonmyun raises an eyebrow. “Why did you tell her I wasn’t cooperating?” he says. “Were you trying to make Daddy look bad, Sehunnie?”
“I wasn’t,” Sehun pouts, shaking his head. He tries to tidy up his clothes, stuffing his shirt back into his pants and adjusting his tie back into place. “I just needed an excuse…"
“Not good enough. Go over to the table,” Joonmyun orders, pointing at it. “Bend over and don’t move.”
Not wanting to disappoint, but also fearful that Daddy’s already disappointed, Sehun scrambles over to the table and lays himself over it. He feels hands at his hips, which pull him into the desired position with his ass in the air and face flat against the hard surface.
“It seems you forgot everything while I was away,” he hears behind him. “I should punish you, don’t you think?”
“I didn’t meant to, Daddy, it was a mistake-”
The first slap is muffled slightly by the fabric of his pants. Sehun makes a sound of morbid embarrassment and buries his face in his forearms as his rear stings, no doubt complete with a blazing red handprint on his skin by now.
“Don’t lie,” Joonmyun reprimands him with another slap. “You know what Daddy doesn’t like?"
“Liars,” Sehun sniffs. “Daddy hates liars."
“That’s right. And who lied today?”
“…I did.” Sehun feels tears of humiliation welling up in his eyes. He’s been bad. He looks over his shoulder to see Joonmyun waiting expectantly. “Daddy should spank me.”
Joonmyun smacks the prominent curve of his ass a third time and Sehun cries out. “Good. Now take your pants off.”
Sehun’s limbs turn to jelly as he undoes his belt and shoves his pants down to his knees. His underwear follows straight after. Daddy’s warm hands knead the soft flesh of his ass, squeezing hard and sighing in approval.
“Count for me, Sehunnie.”
“Yes, Daddy.” He thinks he’s ready until he’s smacked again, this time the pain more intense against bare skin. “O-one,” he says shakily.
By the time Joonmyun’s reached fifteen Sehun’s already a mess, sobbing into the table and begging him to stop. A light sheen of sweat covers the planes of his back and his butt cheeks are splotched with various shades of red and pink.
“I’m sorry I was bad, Daddy, please, I’ll be good,” he babbles, blinking back the tears spilling from his eyes, “I’ll be good- ”
“Turn over.”
The next thing Sehun knows is Daddy patting his leg and Sehun gingerly obeys, clambering up onto the table to lie on his back. Areas of it are warm from his stomach and he wriggles around slightly to avoid the cold parts. His ass is sore from his spanking and while he knows he asked for it, he also knows he deserved it for doing what Daddy hates the most. More tears spill from his eyes and he holds his arms out to be hugged.
“There, shh.” Daddy’s arms pull him up into a sitting position. “You’ve learned your lesson now, haven’t you?”
Sehun nods and Daddy’s fingers wipe his tears away, just like he did that day when he found seventeen year old Sehun storming out of the house, crying after his first break-up with a boy named Kim Jongin. “Yes, Daddy…”
He feels soothing hands run through his hair and tightens his arms around the older man. “I’m sorry I lied. And - and I really missed you while you were in China.”
“I know you did. Come on, let’s deal with your other problems. I know you liked the spanking, even if you say you didn’t.”
Sehun yelps as Joonmyun reaches down to grab his cock, hard and lazily leaking pre-come in its neglected state. “Daddy, someone might come in,” he whispers, panicking.
“You say that every time I pass through customs,” Joonmyun laughs. He rubs a single finger down the shaft of Sehun’s cock and the boy twitches involuntarily. “They can watch. Let them see."
“But you’ll get in trouble,” Sehun protests. “They’ll fire me…"
Joonmyun leans forward to plant a kiss on his mouth. “I don’t know why you like your independence so much,” he muses. “You know I make more than enough money for the two of us.”
But secretly, he doesn’t mind that Sehun works. He doesn’t mind that sometimes Sehun isn’t there to keep the bed warm on Sunday mornings, and on the odd occasion he’ll come home and Sehun will be out taking a night shift - it’s like proof to him that the kid’s not some freeloader who’s just sticking around for the (mind-blowing) sex - that he’s his own person too, with his own things he likes to do and places he likes to go, and who always comes back to Daddy every night.
“Stay still,” Joonmyun says. He kneels and unzips his hand luggage, sifting through items until finds the lube he packed especially for today. He pops the cap and squeezes a generous amount onto his fingers. “Lie back and let Daddy do the work, Sehunnie. We’re going to make this quick, since I wasn’t expecting to spank you today.”
Sehun nods and lies back down, his skin making contact with the coldness of the table again. He vividly remembers himself asking to be punished and feels his face flare red again. His pants catch on one of his feet and he throws them off after his shoes and socks.
“O-okay.” He parts his legs and a finger works its way inside his ass, thrusting gently to get him open. “Daddy, your fingers are cold.”
“It’ll warm up.” Joonmyun slips a second finger in. He feels the muscles of Sehun’s passage spasm slightly at the intrusion before relaxing again, the boy releasing a soft moan. Joonmyun knows he has to work fast before somebody gets suspicious and, god forbid, comes into the inspection room to find their co-worker on the table with cock up his ass.
By the time he’s easing in a slippery fourth finger Sehun is bucking up for more, wheedling endlessly for Daddy to put his cock inside him already.
“So greedy,” Joonmyun tuts. He curls his fingers slightly and watches a bead of pre-come dribble from the head of Sehun’s cock. “Didn’t I teach you any manners?”
Sehun pouts up at him, bottom lip dark against his pretty pink cheeks. “Can Daddy fuck me? Please?” he adds, and Joonmyun just can’t resist those dilated, blown-out bedroom eyes. He withdraws his fingers and doesn’t even bother pulling the belt out of its loops, instead tugging it out roughly and shoving his pants down far enough to take his cock out of the confines of his underwear.
The curved silver barbell sitting snugly in the head of his cock gleams almost suggestively, winking under the bright lights of the inspection room. The Prince Albert is the nightmare of Sehun’s career in aviation security, thick enough to set off the metal detector every time its owner passes through customs. It’s a different story in the bedroom, though.
Joonmyun’s aware of Sehun eyeing up his length. A small smile briefly crosses his face as he rips open a condom, rolling it on with expert efficiency. The boy’s got cock-sucking lips for sure but they don’t have time for it today. He reaches for the lube again and slicks himself up. He also dribbles some down between the round globes of Sehun’s ass and rubs a finger over his stretched hole, some part of him feeling very satisfied at the way Sehun shudders at his mere touch.
‘I’m ready,” Sehun whispers, chest rising and falling gently in anticipation. “Please, Daddy…”
Joonmyun groans as he pushes into him, the head of his cock disappearing past the pink ring of muscle, sighing at the familiar tightness. He watches as Sehun takes in the rest of his cock, inch by inch until their pelvises meet. Despite having only been away in Beijing for a short period of time, he’d missed this like nothing else.
Sehun makes a quiet noise of discomfort. His eyes scrunch closed and his small mouth sets in an unhappy line. Joonmyun tenses up and carefully leans forward to press soft kisses against his neck.
“I’m okay,” Sehun breathes, fingers clutching at Joonmyun’s black blazer, “I just need… adjust…”
There is a momentary pause until the gears in Joonmyun’s mind suddenly click together. “Tell Daddy how often you touched yourself while he was away,” he says slowly.
Sehun shakes his head. “I didn’t,” he mumbles.
“I said you could if you wanted to, you know.” Joonmyun raises an eyebrow. He’d given Sehun free reign all week, with a drawer full of toys and enough lube to have a different flavour every day, yet he’d abstained. “I gave you permission.”
Sehun pouts at him again. “But I wanted Daddy to come home first,” he says pathetically. “It’s not as much fun without you.”
Joonmyun suddenly gets images of Sehun on his days off, either wandering around the apartment wearing too-small clothes that don’t belong to him, or curled up in their bed with his face buried in Joonmyun’s pillows in the hopes of catching his scent, and his expression softens. He pets Sehun’s hair soothingly for a few more minutes as he lets Sehun adjust, murmuring comforting words into the shell of his ear until Sehun urges him to move with a roll of his hips.
Joonmyun picks up the pace, nearly pulling out the whole way and thrusting back in hard enough to make the table wobble. The inspection room echoes with the faint sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and the cries Sehun tries to cover by throwing his hand over his mouth. He can’t say he hasn’t missed this either, having spent lonely nights swathed in blankets by himself and nobody on the other side of the bed. As with every other time, he’d adamantly refused Daddy’s offer of finding him a temporary playmate which, really, was just any of the boys who belonged to one of Daddy’s close friends. As much as he enjoyed Luhan’s bubbly nature, or even Zitao’s tendency to steal kisses all the time (which he didn’t mind all that much), Sehun was more of a snugglebug who preferred cuddles and expensive food at home in front of the TV (followed by excessive amounts of necking afterwards).
Joonmyun thrusts harder, brushing past a sensitive spot inside that makes Sehun choke on gasps of pleasure, throwing back his head listlessly against the table. Joonmyun latches onto the pale skin of his bared throat with a vengeance that he knows will leave marks by the time Sehun comes home tonight. The inspection room’s hardly the place for them to make up for what they’ve missed over the week, and Joonmyun’s already having trouble holding back his pent-up need.
“D-Daddy,” Sehun whimpers between haggard breaths, “harder, Daddy, please-” He clenches around Joonmyun’s cock, now beyond caring that he always gets made to do this if he’s unfortunate enough to be working at customs whenever Joonmyun flies into the country, because this is what he’s been looking forward to for days on end, in all his wet dreams and empty fantasies. He shifts the angle of his hips slightly and he can suddenly feel one of the balls on the end of Joonmyun’s piercing pressing along the length of his walls, adding to the tide of sensations already bearing down on his system.
“Is this what you wanted?” Joonmyun purrs in his ear. “Is this what you thought of while I was away on business? Tell Daddy how often you thought about his cock filling you up, Sehunnie.”
“Every night,” Sehun gasps brokenly. It’s not like he’s lying. Daddy doesn’t like liars.
“Every night?” Joonmyun repeats, tightening his grip on Sehun’s waist. “And you still didn’t want to touch yourself, even though you were allowed? Daddy has to say he’s quite impressed.”
A flash of pride runs through Sehun. He had wanted to get a toy out, he honestly had, but it just felt so wrong without Daddy’s presence, without his praise and touch at every moment.
Joonmyun claims Sehun’s mouth in an open kiss, nipping at his lips, licking against his tongue with his own and his hips driving his cock deep into the tight, slick warmth. Sehun kisses back desperately, greedily, chasing after Joonmyun’s mouth.
“I’m going to come, Daddy,” he sobs, saliva trailing from the side of his chin, his face burning in shame again at his lack of endurance. “I can’t hold it, I can’t…”
Joonmyun lets him, even slipping in a hand to stroke him to completion. Sehun bites down on his lip as he spurts white all over his stomach, his mutters of “Daddy” barely audible over the sound of Joonmyun fucking him in search of his own climax. They haven’t done this in a while so it doesn’t take long for him to finish too, emptying himself into the condom with visions of what he’s going to do to Sehun that night in the privacy of their own bedroom.
“You did well,” he says breathlessly. He pulls out of Sehun’s ass, drawing a disgruntled noise out of him. “Daddy will reward your good behaviour later, okay?”
Sehun nods contentedly. He takes the wet wipes Joonmyun offers him and quickly cleans himself up. His hair is now a mess and his face looks like it could do with a clean too. He yanks up his trousers and has to redo his belt twice before getting it in the right hole, and stuffs his feet back into his socks. Joonmyun removes the condom and tosses it in the trash bin, showing off a flash of silver before tucking himself back into his pants and zipping up.
“All done?” he asks, chuckling at the sight of Sehun still hopping on one foot to get his shoe on properly.
“Done,” Sehun replies, awkwardly patting his hair back down into place. He wishes his hair behaved like Daddy’s, who could simply run his fingers through his own blond locks and they’d stay sexily tousled for the rest of the day. “Do I look okay?”
“Just one more thing.” Joonmyun grasps Sehun’s tie with a hand and reels him in for a firm kiss. “Your tie’s crooked.”
Disclaimer: depending on the size of the jewellery, parts of male genital piercings may come loose or tear the condom and you may be better off taking it out. this has been overlooked for the sake of this fanfic. \O/