kai/sehun | PWP | NC-17 | 1, 611 words
author notes: YOLO. set in the same universe as the light of future memories (standalone) & teenage riot (standalone).
enjoy *breakdance*
“jongin-ah,” jongin stirs at the soft voice calling him, his system refuses to operate.
“jongin,” sehun is sitting on his stomach, tapping his chest lightly. “jongin~”
jongin groans; yawning to his fist, then instantly wrapping his arms around sehun’s waist, bringing his boyfriend down. sehun is giggling as his hair tickles jongin’s mouth and nose.
“watisit,” jongin pats sehun’s ass like a baby.
sehun sits up straight again, blushing, and instead of answering he pushes the hem of jongin’s black, frayed t-shirt until it bunches up to his neck.
“i want to try something different,” sehun whispers although they’re all alone in jongin’s parents home at the moment. and it’s only, what, six thirty in the morning.
“huh,” jongin blinks to get rid of his sleepiness because if sehun is looking at him like that then he wants to have sex, and jongin is just another nineteen years old teenager who likes sex with such a pretty boyfriend.
plus, it’s cold, being exposed like this. he needs body heat asap.
sehun pouts and raises his eyebrows; his signals whenever he’s too shy to ask, “sooooooo we’re doing it or what?”―which is, hm, all the time; because sehun is shy when it comes to sex. not that jongin is confident with his skill since they’re both amateurs, but at least he’s not sly; sehun knows it too well that jongin’s kryptonite is his cute pout.
shy, but sly. jongin’s boyfriend is so perfect.
“what,” jongin chokes when sehun reaches behind to squeeze his cock. sehun only needs to stimulate it a little since it’s morning, and jongin does the same to his boyfriend’s already hardening cock. sehun bites his bottom lip, his fringe falls to frame his perfect face.
“you’re―ah―embarrassing.” sehun grins, eyes dropping. “i’m not perfect.”
so jongin’s habit to verbalize what he’s thinking is acting up even early in the morning.
he grins back sheepishly, grabs sehun’s wrist and he’s about to flip their positions over but sehun wrenches his wrist off of jongin’s hold and jongin is confused.
“what―”
“like this, i want to do it like this,” sehun gets to his knees to take off his grey boxer but his red, glow in the dark spiderman t-shirt stays. then he pulls jongin’s black boxer down and jongin kicks it off to the floor.
when sehun reaches for the lube under jongin’s bed, it all clicks to jongin’s slowly operating brain.
“sehun-ah you’re going to ride me?” he blurts out in awe. sehun whines. that’s a yes.
jongin’s whole system is fully awakened. his palms make contact with sehun’s ass, parting the cold cheeks, kneading them with patience as sehun squirts a good amount of transparent gel to his pretty but crooked fingers. jongin loves it when sehun fingers himself. they’ve been exploring now that they’re in college. so far, they’ve tried the doggy position (sehun likes it but he whines about jongin’s ungraceful rhythm)―and sehun fingering himself, if that counts. they have all the time in the world anyway. and right now, sehun is going to ride him. holy. fucking. shit.
sehun sighs as he inserts one finger inside, and jongin’s palms travel up to stroke sehun’s smooth stomach, back, chest, and then they stop their journey on sehun’s erect nipples. jongin waits until sehun adds a second finger before he finally rubs the twin buds, hard, using his merciless thumbs.
sehun moans, his left hand which still holds the lube is pressed against jongin’s stomach for a support; and the cap hurts jongin a little, but he endures it as sehun rocks his hips, their bare, cold skin gradually heating up. the excess of the gel trailing down from sehun’s fingers to pool on jongin’s navel is somehow...arousing.
“jongin,” sehun closes his eyes, his nails painfully digging jongin’s skin. jongin decides to help his boyfriend with his business down there, uncapping the lube and spreads the gel to his index and middle fingers; and he strokes sehun’s unoccupied wrist before he joins in the tight heat.
sehun’s whole body jerks, gasping at jongin’s a little bit wider digits’ intrusion. their fingers tangle inside the hothothot and wet walls, and sehun moves his hand to grip on the sheet. jongin can’t help the smirk forming as his free hand repositions itself on sehun’s nipples; giving them equal attention as sehun finally finds a rhythm.
jongin’s hard as rock cock is slapping against sehun’s spine, he’s leaking pre-cum already. with one last stretching move that brushes sehun’s prostrate, jongin pulls off his fingers and lubes his cock; stroking it for good measure before he frames sehun’s narrow hips, squeezing. sehun spreads his thighs wider on either side of jongin’s waist, leaning his weight to jongin’s shoulders. their eyes meet.
jongin mouths ‘you’re so pretty’ just to tease sehun and sehun does a mehrong before he takes jongin’s cock and guides it into him. he whines loudly when the tip of jongin’s cock enters his hole. then he turns to face jongin again, mouth opens in a silent moan, his hands clawing at jongin’s shoulders as he lowers himself down inch by inch by inch until jongin is fully seated to the hilt inside of him.
on first try.
jongin loves sehun very much.
“god,” sehun wheezes, his thighs quivering. “you’re so embarrassing!”
“sorry,” jongin laughs, but it turns into a moan as sehun clenches around him. “sehun-ah.”
“oh my god,” sehun scrunches his face cutely as he tries to move by raising his hips, but he ends up whining even louder because he can feel everything with this new angle; jongin has never been this deep inside of him before. this is amazing, but sehun doesn't think he'll last long if jongin doesn't help him doing all the work. this is too much but he needs more.
“jongin, jongin, jongin,” he moans, “move, jongin-ah, please."
jongin bucks up his hips once; precisely nailing sehun’s prostrate.
jongin does it again, hesitantly at first because of sehun’s weight―but then sehun meets him halfway; pushing his ass down when jongin thrusts up, and jongin is pretty much gone when he realizes how slick sehun is, how easy it is for him to just fuck his boyfriend if he bends his own knees―
“jongin!” sehun clenches his muscles by instinct―
so jongin bends his knees, and sehun shouts his name wantonly as his cock nails the bundle of nerve again and again and again.
sehun is throwing his head back, exposing his slender, pale neck to the ceiling. he’s moaning uncontrollably as jongin rams into him with―sadly―ungraceful rhythm. jongin makes it up by jerking sehun’s purpling cock, thumbing the slit, milking the pre-cum greedily. sehun is gasping for air when he falls to jongin’s chest, swatting jongin’s hand on his cock and replaces it with his own then he bites jongin’s chin, whispering dirtily,
“harder.”
jongin growls. he lifts sehun’s hips then slams them back down. sehun mewls, appreciating, scratching jongin’s forearms and clenching-unclenching hotly, licking his lips all the while. sehun looks so wild bouncing on top of him, so different, and still perfect for jongin’s eyes. jongin smirks because apparently, sehun is too busy fucking himself on jongin’s cock that he doesn’t catch his embarrassing boyfriend verbalizing another embarrassing remark.
jongin fastens up his pace, liking the sound of skin slapping against skin and of course, sehun’s addictive sex voice. he takes the back of sehun’s knees, stealthily spreading them wider and the scream sehun is emitting is the loudest so far. jongin wishes his new home is soundproofed or else―you know, the neighbors.
but he doesn’t see his orgasm coming, because suddenly his warm come is filling sehun; some are seeping out of the wet and heavenly hole down to jongin’s skin. sehun protests because that was fast, okay, but he rotates his hips in the end, sucking jongin’s cock dry until it goes limp, too sensitive to function anymore.
“sehun-ah,” jongin messes with his sweaty fringe, cringing because his hand is sticky with lube and cum. sehun is still perched on jongin’s cock, his chest contracting as he manages his short breath; he hasn’t come yet.
“jongin-ah...” sehun lifts himself off of jongin’s cock, choking back a deep moan and stays on top of jongin as his hand works on his abandoned cock. jongin gently captures sehun’s lips and immediately parts them to plunge his tongue. sehun kisses back just as gently, sucking and stroking jongin’s tongue but he accidentally bites the left corner of jongin’s mouth anyway when he finally comes; stuttering jongin’s name before plastering their spent bodies, nuzzling the crook of jongin’s neck, hugging him.
this is nice.
“yes,” sehun agrees lazily, obviously rolling his eyes at jongin’s not so inner monologue. “there’s a spongebob marathon in an hour.”
“cool,” jongin tugs at sehun’s t-shirt, undressing him swiftly. “let’s take a shower.”
sehun kisses him sweetly before he whines at jongin to carry him to the bathroom. it’s fortunate that sehun is pretty because, well, because jongin will do everything for his pretty boyfriend.
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author notes: YOLO. set in the same universe as the light of future memories (standalone) & teenage riot (standalone).
enjoy *breakdance*
“jongin-ah,” jongin stirs at the soft voice calling him, his system refuses to operate.
“jongin,” sehun is sitting on his stomach, tapping his chest lightly. “jongin~”
jongin groans; yawning to his fist, then instantly wrapping his arms around sehun’s waist, bringing his boyfriend down. sehun is giggling as his hair tickles jongin’s mouth and nose.
“watisit,” jongin pats sehun’s ass like a baby.
sehun sits up straight again, blushing, and instead of answering he pushes the hem of jongin’s black, frayed t-shirt until it bunches up to his neck.
“i want to try something different,” sehun whispers although they’re all alone in jongin’s parents home at the moment. and it’s only, what, six thirty in the morning.
“huh,” jongin blinks to get rid of his sleepiness because if sehun is looking at him like that then he wants to have sex, and jongin is just another nineteen years old teenager who likes sex with such a pretty boyfriend.
plus, it’s cold, being exposed like this. he needs body heat asap.
sehun pouts and raises his eyebrows; his signals whenever he’s too shy to ask, “sooooooo we’re doing it or what?”―which is, hm, all the time; because sehun is shy when it comes to sex. not that jongin is confident with his skill since they’re both amateurs, but at least he’s not sly; sehun knows it too well that jongin’s kryptonite is his cute pout.
shy, but sly. jongin’s boyfriend is so perfect.
“what,” jongin chokes when sehun reaches behind to squeeze his cock. sehun only needs to stimulate it a little since it’s morning, and jongin does the same to his boyfriend’s already hardening cock. sehun bites his bottom lip, his fringe falls to frame his perfect face.
“you’re―ah―embarrassing.” sehun grins, eyes dropping. “i’m not perfect.”
so jongin’s habit to verbalize what he’s thinking is acting up even early in the morning.
he grins back sheepishly, grabs sehun’s wrist and he’s about to flip their positions over but sehun wrenches his wrist off of jongin’s hold and jongin is confused.
“what―”
“like this, i want to do it like this,” sehun gets to his knees to take off his grey boxer but his red, glow in the dark spiderman t-shirt stays. then he pulls jongin’s black boxer down and jongin kicks it off to the floor.
when sehun reaches for the lube under jongin’s bed, it all clicks to jongin’s slowly operating brain.
“sehun-ah you’re going to ride me?” he blurts out in awe. sehun whines. that’s a yes.
jongin’s whole system is fully awakened. his palms make contact with sehun’s ass, parting the cold cheeks, kneading them with patience as sehun squirts a good amount of transparent gel to his pretty but crooked fingers. jongin loves it when sehun fingers himself. they’ve been exploring now that they’re in college. so far, they’ve tried the doggy position (sehun likes it but he whines about jongin’s ungraceful rhythm)―and sehun fingering himself, if that counts. they have all the time in the world anyway. and right now, sehun is going to ride him. holy. fucking. shit.
sehun sighs as he inserts one finger inside, and jongin’s palms travel up to stroke sehun’s smooth stomach, back, chest, and then they stop their journey on sehun’s erect nipples. jongin waits until sehun adds a second finger before he finally rubs the twin buds, hard, using his merciless thumbs.
sehun moans, his left hand which still holds the lube is pressed against jongin’s stomach for a support; and the cap hurts jongin a little, but he endures it as sehun rocks his hips, their bare, cold skin gradually heating up. the excess of the gel trailing down from sehun’s fingers to pool on jongin’s navel is somehow...arousing.
“jongin,” sehun closes his eyes, his nails painfully digging jongin’s skin. jongin decides to help his boyfriend with his business down there, uncapping the lube and spreads the gel to his index and middle fingers; and he strokes sehun’s unoccupied wrist before he joins in the tight heat.
sehun’s whole body jerks, gasping at jongin’s a little bit wider digits’ intrusion. their fingers tangle inside the hothothot and wet walls, and sehun moves his hand to grip on the sheet. jongin can’t help the smirk forming as his free hand repositions itself on sehun’s nipples; giving them equal attention as sehun finally finds a rhythm.
jongin’s hard as rock cock is slapping against sehun’s spine, he’s leaking pre-cum already. with one last stretching move that brushes sehun’s prostrate, jongin pulls off his fingers and lubes his cock; stroking it for good measure before he frames sehun’s narrow hips, squeezing. sehun spreads his thighs wider on either side of jongin’s waist, leaning his weight to jongin’s shoulders. their eyes meet.
jongin mouths ‘you’re so pretty’ just to tease sehun and sehun does a mehrong before he takes jongin’s cock and guides it into him. he whines loudly when the tip of jongin’s cock enters his hole. then he turns to face jongin again, mouth opens in a silent moan, his hands clawing at jongin’s shoulders as he lowers himself down inch by inch by inch until jongin is fully seated to the hilt inside of him.
on first try.
jongin loves sehun very much.
“god,” sehun wheezes, his thighs quivering. “you’re so embarrassing!”
“sorry,” jongin laughs, but it turns into a moan as sehun clenches around him. “sehun-ah.”
“oh my god,” sehun scrunches his face cutely as he tries to move by raising his hips, but he ends up whining even louder because he can feel everything with this new angle; jongin has never been this deep inside of him before. this is amazing, but sehun doesn't think he'll last long if jongin doesn't help him doing all the work. this is too much but he needs more.
“jongin, jongin, jongin,” he moans, “move, jongin-ah, please."
jongin bucks up his hips once; precisely nailing sehun’s prostrate.
jongin does it again, hesitantly at first because of sehun’s weight―but then sehun meets him halfway; pushing his ass down when jongin thrusts up, and jongin is pretty much gone when he realizes how slick sehun is, how easy it is for him to just fuck his boyfriend if he bends his own knees―
“jongin!” sehun clenches his muscles by instinct―
so jongin bends his knees, and sehun shouts his name wantonly as his cock nails the bundle of nerve again and again and again.
sehun is throwing his head back, exposing his slender, pale neck to the ceiling. he’s moaning uncontrollably as jongin rams into him with―sadly―ungraceful rhythm. jongin makes it up by jerking sehun’s purpling cock, thumbing the slit, milking the pre-cum greedily. sehun is gasping for air when he falls to jongin’s chest, swatting jongin’s hand on his cock and replaces it with his own then he bites jongin’s chin, whispering dirtily,
“harder.”
jongin growls. he lifts sehun’s hips then slams them back down. sehun mewls, appreciating, scratching jongin’s forearms and clenching-unclenching hotly, licking his lips all the while. sehun looks so wild bouncing on top of him, so different, and still perfect for jongin’s eyes. jongin smirks because apparently, sehun is too busy fucking himself on jongin’s cock that he doesn’t catch his embarrassing boyfriend verbalizing another embarrassing remark.
jongin fastens up his pace, liking the sound of skin slapping against skin and of course, sehun’s addictive sex voice. he takes the back of sehun’s knees, stealthily spreading them wider and the scream sehun is emitting is the loudest so far. jongin wishes his new home is soundproofed or else―you know, the neighbors.
but he doesn’t see his orgasm coming, because suddenly his warm come is filling sehun; some are seeping out of the wet and heavenly hole down to jongin’s skin. sehun protests because that was fast, okay, but he rotates his hips in the end, sucking jongin’s cock dry until it goes limp, too sensitive to function anymore.
“sehun-ah,” jongin messes with his sweaty fringe, cringing because his hand is sticky with lube and cum. sehun is still perched on jongin’s cock, his chest contracting as he manages his short breath; he hasn’t come yet.
“jongin-ah...” sehun lifts himself off of jongin’s cock, choking back a deep moan and stays on top of jongin as his hand works on his abandoned cock. jongin gently captures sehun’s lips and immediately parts them to plunge his tongue. sehun kisses back just as gently, sucking and stroking jongin’s tongue but he accidentally bites the left corner of jongin’s mouth anyway when he finally comes; stuttering jongin’s name before plastering their spent bodies, nuzzling the crook of jongin’s neck, hugging him.
this is nice.
“yes,” sehun agrees lazily, obviously rolling his eyes at jongin’s not so inner monologue. “there’s a spongebob marathon in an hour.”
“cool,” jongin tugs at sehun’s t-shirt, undressing him swiftly. “let’s take a shower.”
sehun kisses him sweetly before he whines at jongin to carry him to the bathroom. it’s fortunate that sehun is pretty because, well, because jongin will do everything for his pretty boyfriend.