i just wanna say you're mine, you're mine
pairing: sehun/xiumin
rating: nc17
length: 2460
summary: Minseok isn't good with words.
warnings: sex, self beta'd
a/n: im really late ;;
written for the sexiu v-day fest.title from beyonce's (ft drake) "mine"
“Hyung,” Sehun’s voice startles Minseok.
“Hyung, hyung, wake up.”
Now there are cold insistent fingers encircling his wrist. Minseok sleepily rubs at his eyes.
“What’s wrong?” Minseok sits up in bed, hair sticking up in disarray. Sehun’s profile barely visible in the dark room. There’s a little bit of light that trickles in from outside.
“There’s supposed to be a meteor shower tonight.”
Minseok almost tells him to go back to sleep, to go rest. They have rehearsal in a few shorts hours. Their impending comeback looms over their heads. Minseok spotted a gray hair just the other day, ripped it by the root from his scalp.
His body is a ball of stress, perpetual sleep deprivation makes his eyes droop. Minseok wants to send Sehun out of his room and into his own bed. But he hesitates at the tone of voice Sehun uses.
There’s a sense of wistfulness, something a little wet. There’s a strange undercurrent to his words that Minseok can’t place.
“If you make me something warm to drink--“
“Okay, but hurry up!” And Sehun quickly but quietly makes his way to the kitchen.
Will you watch the meteor shower with me?
He doesn’t even have to ask. Sehun’s question, was heavily implied.
Minseok grumbles, eyeing the clock on his nightstand. It’s 2am. He wraps himself in three sweaters, the gloves covering his hands are an afterthought. He wants to go back to sleep.
Despite that, he makes his way out of his room.
They sneak out to the balcony, one of the few nights they’re in bed before 5am, and Minseok finds himself wide awake with overly sweet hot chocolate coating his teeth.
“Did you add extra sugar to this?” Minseok sips his drink carefully, enjoying the warmth regardless.
“Sorry,” Sehun says, not sounding the least bit apologetic. There’s a smug look on his face, because he managed to get Minseok out of bed. Get his way with the older.
Sehun huffs, white puffing out of his mouth; Minseok huddles into the blanket he dragged outside with them.
“So what’s this new interest in astronomy?”
Sehun’s intent on looking up at the navy blue sky, completely free of clouds. From his angle, Minseok can perfectly make out the pale column of his neck. His eyes trace over the sharp contours of his face, and Sehun’s eyebrows furrowed in concentration.
“I don’t know,” Sehun meets his eyes to Minseok’s, “I saw something on Naver and I thought, why not?”
Minseok swallows any kind of complaint, shivering in silence. He always feels a particular need to indulge the younger, take extra care to listen. Earlier that day he’d watched carefully how Sehun had struggled with the choreography, frustration marring his face. He was intent to get it right, until Minseok had come in, guided his body in the right direction.
“Why do you always look at me that way?” He’d asked Minseok, eyes searching, imploring.
Minseok hadn’t answered, because he himself did not know.
And Sehun’s eyes had dimmed, a fraction of a second after Minseok had looked away.
“Let’s get dinner, yeah?” Minseok had suggested afterwards.
“Only if you’re paying, hyung,” his voice was unwavering, teasing.
Minseok had rolled his eyes, a smile on his face, regardless, when they exited the building together.
The way that Sehun pressed into him is what left Minseok wondering.
Sehun is pressed into him now, but he’s looking down at the city lights, not at the sky. His beanie is pulled down over his ears, but Minseok sees him shivering too.
“Have some?” Minseok presses the mug into his hands. Sehun accepts it wordlessly, the rim of the cup immediately as he sips the hot chocolate.
“Too sweet,” he mumbles.
“You’re the one who made it.”
“Yeah well--” A retort already forming on his lips before Minseok finds himself reaching up.
The faint glow of the city lights soften everything for a fraction of a second before he’s meeting his lips to Sehun’s. He lets his eyes slip shut, but keeps his hands clenched by his sides.
Minseok’s scalp tingles, and he realizes Sehun isn’t kissing back.
“Oh, shit,” Minseok whispers pulling back, watching Sehun’s unmoving face.
“Hyung?” Sehun asks, his voice is heavy. His voice wavers.
Minseok begins to panic, “Yes? I’m sorry Sehun, I should’ve--”
“Do you like--” He pauses, blinking rapidly.
A sign of impending tears, Minseok wants to mend the situation. Turn back the clock.
“Sorry, I shouldn’t be like this,” Sehun laughs suddenly, it echoes, bouncing against the buildings around them before disappearing. “But, do you like me?” He asks timidly. Unlike him, devoid of any snark. Completely serious. Minseok’s stomach churns.
“I--”
“Just,” Sehun sucks in a breath, “I don’t want you to kiss me if you don’t like me. I don’t want to deal with that.”
It’s a confession.
Minseok realizes with startling clarity how he feels. He looks up at the sky then, the cold makes everything clearer.
“You know it’s hard to see things like meteor showers,” Minseok finally says, “Too many man made lights.”
Sehun doesn’t speak. He kicks his foot against the railing instead.
Minseok isn’t good with words, but he needs to vocalize. His stomach is doing somersaults, and it impedes him further.
He tries.
“Yeah,” he finally gives Sehun an answer, “yes. I more than--I more than like you Sehun.”
And it’s probably the universe responding kindly, because Minseok watches something shooting across the sky. A brief flashing light.
It seems that when something shifts, something important, time ceases to exist. Because when they shuffle back inside, Minseok notices that only thirty minutes have passed.
“I wouldn’t call that a meteor shower,” Sehun says disappointed.
They’re standing in the kitchen, Minseok washing the mug and putting it away.
“Well,” Minseok begins. He suddenly feels fifteen, ten years too young.
“Can I sleep with you tonight?” Sehun asks, eyeing him curiously. Cautiously.
“Sure, if you really want.”
“Yeah,” his face lights up, “yeah.”
It’s heavy and implied, but Minseok makes sure to clear the slowly rising tension.
Sehun is lying stiffly beside him.
“Sleep,” Minseok says, turning on his side to face Sehun, “it’s really late.”
"I kind of--" He scoots closer to Minseok, wrapping his arm around the older's waist.
Minseok let's himself be pulled, feeling much too small. Sehun's fingers flutter along his waist, unsure.
"You can touch me," Minseok whispers between them, "its okay."
Sehun hesitates, running his fingers along the bridge of Minseok's nose, down to his cupid's bow, and gently dragging his bottom lip down.
Minseok hums,”You can kiss me too.”
Sehun smiles, “Am I making you impatient?”
“No,” Minseok rolls on top of Sehun, making himself as light as possible. Playfully bending his head down as if to kiss him, “You’re being a punk.”
He watches the way Sehun’s eyes widen, not closing the gap any further. Minseok challenges him to do it, to make that small final leap.
Their noses bump, Sehun is much too eager.
“It’s okay,” Minseok giggles into the younger’s mouth, “its okay.” And he makes sure to softly press his mouth to Sehun’s, shifting so that his weight falls onto his hands. Their foreheads pressed together.
“This is too--” Sehun pauses from licking into Minseok’s mouth, pulling the older closer, so much closer, “I didn’t expect--”
“Don’t cry,” Minseok teases him, “I’m not good when people cry--”
Sehun glares at him, but he doesn’t talk. Instead he nips at Minseok’s jawline.
“Hyung,” he whispers, “I like you the best.”
Minseok can’t stop the groan that falls from his mouth, the awful way his heart stutters twice, and his entire body shivering in response. Because Sehun is too painful sometimes, too real, too open, too willing.
He’s too much a good thing, and Minseok, Minseok doesn’t want to fall short of what Sehun deserves.
He makes up for it, because Minseok may be bad with words, but he tries, he tries so damn hard. Sehun makes him want.
“Sehunnie,” Minseok singsongs into his ear, pecking the lobe, pulling at it with his teeth. He’d tried talking Sehun into getting a piercing once, but he wouldn’t budge.
“Hm?”
“Touch me like you mean it,” He rolls his hips down, “but tell me--” Minseok pauses, pushing the younger’s hair out of his face. Sehun’s eyes glisten in the dim light.
Minseok is lost.
“Let me know when you want me to stop, yeah?”
“Yeah,” Sehun nods, a beautiful, perfect smile on his face. He sits up, surprising Minseok by sitting cross legged underneath him. He pulls Minseok in closer, making it so that his legs are wrapped around his waist. He’s basically sitting in Sehun’s lap, and Minseok doesn’t hate how small he feels.
Sehun is clumsy, too much tongue, too much teeth, but his hands are fleeting, unsure even.
Minseok isn’t an expert in this either, but he likes it. He likes the way Sehun’s larger hands tug at his hair, cup his face. Minseok takes control, tongues sliding, and the small pants that fall into his mouth from Sehun’s--
Minseok’s entire being is a moment away from floating away, but Sehun anchors him down. He snakes his hand under Minseok’s shirt, sliding them up his ribs, between his sternum.
“Take it off,” Minseok pants into the juncture of Sehun’s neck and shoulder.
He obliges, pulling his own shirt off in the process, “You’re perfect Minseok.” He whispers, chants.
Sehun’s chest is flushed pink, his hair tousled, and he’s panting. His pink mouth falling open.
Minseok’s hands are accustomed to Sehun’s body, and he’s no stranger to Minseok’s own. Guided practice from their countless hours of staying up too late, working past exhaustion, repeatead choreography. Even the times Sehun hasn’t made it to his bed.
He rolls a pebbled nipple between his fingers, tweaking it, hearing Sehun’s breath pitch is perfect, and Minseok dips his head. He tongues at Sehun’s collarbones, trying to be careful not to leave a red mark.
Sehun surprises him by reaching a hand between them, pressing the heel of his palm to Minseok’s growing erection.
“Ah,” Sehun says in surprise, “can I--”
“Yeah, if you want, but only if you want,” Minseok likes the way Sehun’s eyes are hooded.
Sehun switches their positions, pulling the older’s sweatpants and boxers off in one go.
“You too,” he says, undressing Sehun the rest of the way, “I uh--”
Sehun scoots in closer, the shiny pink head of his cock brushing Minseok’s.
He shivers, “Sehun--” He doesn’t get to finish, because Minseok finds himself sprawled on the bed, Sehun nestled between his legs.
“Is it okay if I?” His breath ghosts over the tip of Minseok’s leaking cock.
“Are you sure?”
“Mhm,” Sehun’s smirk is confident, “I wanna taste you, hyung.”
With that, he takes Minseok completely, nose brushing against the curls there, head bobbing eagerly.
He’s at a loss of words, more so than usual, because Sehun is pinning his thighs down, constricting his throat when he can. Minseok’s body begins to unravel, but if he’s being honest, Sehun has been pulling him apart since before.
“Fuck,” Minseok groans. Sehun licks up his entire length again, popping his mouth off. He gazes at Minseok with glazed over eyes, the tip of Minseok’s dick brushing the side of his cheek.
“Do you have a condom?” Sehun’s voice is hoarse when he asks, the confidence wavers.
“In the drawer over there,” Minseok points to his dresser. Sehun slides off the bed, a passing light from below illuminating his nakedness briefly.
“We can stop here you know,” Minseok clears his throat, “sex doesn’t have to be an end point.”
Sehun continues rummaging around the drawer, the bumps of his spine barely visible. Minseok sees the bruise on his hip from where he fell down a few days ago. He digs his hand into the comforter.
“I found it,” Sehun holds the silver package in one hand, and a small bottle in the other, “I want to do this though.”
Minseok nods, he doesn’t want to say no either. Sehun climbs back onto the bed, squirting the clear liquid onto his fingers, letting his legs fall open.
“Actually,” Minseok grabs Sehun’s wrist, “here.”
He spreads his legs open, guiding Sehun’s hand to press two fingers to his entrance.
“Do it,” he swallows thickly, “do it like this okay.”
Sehun looks at him in such a way, Minseok finds he has to cast his eyes somewhere else. His slim fingers circle Minseok’s entrance, pushing in to the knuckle, and then a second soon follows.
“Scissor them,” Minseok pants out, “it--”
“I know,” Sehun says, “I know how to do this.”
Minseok almost laughs at the snark, but Sehun suddenly curls his fingers, pressing up against his walls. He arches off the mattress, gasping.
“I’m ready,” Minseok says half wrecked, “come here.”
He rips the packaging open, easily rolling the condom onto Sehun. His legs fall further open, “Come on baby.”
Sehun concedes, pushing in gently, pressing open mouthed kisses to Minseok’s shoulder, throat.
"You feel so good," Sehun stutter thrusts into him, "but I don't think--"
Minseok pushes his hair back, kissing his temple, eyelids, swollen mouth.
"Don't worry," He rocks his hips, meeting Sehun’s own, pushing his heels into the dip of his back, “you’re perfect.”
Sehuns comes first, anticlimactic and quieter than Minseok expected. His eyebrows furrow, Minseok holds his hand.
“Sorry,” he mumbles sheepishly when he pulls out.
“No,” Minseok sits on his knees, capturing Sehun’s mouth with his own. Licking lazily, sleepily into his mouth, tongue running over the younger’s sharp canines, “Stop apologizing, okay?”
He tastes distinctly of Sehun. Minseok’s fingers caress the sharp planes of his face.
Sehun curls his hand around Minseok’s still hard length, making sure to give equal attention to Minseok’s neck.
“I’m going to have to wear turtlenecks for weeks.”
“Mhm,” Sehun worries a patch of skin with his teeth, licking over it.
“Sehun--” Minseok spills over his hand, sleepiness now bone deep. He half stumbles off the bed before he lets the post coital high lull him to sleep. He dumps the condom in the wastebasket along with a few tissues he uses to clean them up.
Sehun is sprawled on the bed, the edges of his mouth curling up, pleased.
Minseok doesn’t think his heart will ever learn to stop stuttering in his chest. He pulls clean boxers on, dressing Sehun too.
“Wake me up tomorrow,” he grumbles affectionately.
“We can just skip practice, tomorrow’s Sunday anyway,” Sehun yawns, tucking his head under Minseok's chin.
Minseok weighs the consequences in his head. Sehun’s right, tomorrow is Sunday.
a/n: pls comment ;;
ive never written this pairing before, and i'm still learning to write minseok in other lovely ships other than xiuhan. i was writing something else that had plot but i hit a wall and idk sex and imagery? who am i anymore, really.
(be my friend if u want here)
rating: nc17
length: 2460
summary: Minseok isn't good with words.
warnings: sex, self beta'd
a/n: im really late ;;
written for the sexiu v-day fest.title from beyonce's (ft drake) "mine"
“Hyung,” Sehun’s voice startles Minseok.
“Hyung, hyung, wake up.”
Now there are cold insistent fingers encircling his wrist. Minseok sleepily rubs at his eyes.
“What’s wrong?” Minseok sits up in bed, hair sticking up in disarray. Sehun’s profile barely visible in the dark room. There’s a little bit of light that trickles in from outside.
“There’s supposed to be a meteor shower tonight.”
Minseok almost tells him to go back to sleep, to go rest. They have rehearsal in a few shorts hours. Their impending comeback looms over their heads. Minseok spotted a gray hair just the other day, ripped it by the root from his scalp.
His body is a ball of stress, perpetual sleep deprivation makes his eyes droop. Minseok wants to send Sehun out of his room and into his own bed. But he hesitates at the tone of voice Sehun uses.
There’s a sense of wistfulness, something a little wet. There’s a strange undercurrent to his words that Minseok can’t place.
“If you make me something warm to drink--“
“Okay, but hurry up!” And Sehun quickly but quietly makes his way to the kitchen.
Will you watch the meteor shower with me?
He doesn’t even have to ask. Sehun’s question, was heavily implied.
Minseok grumbles, eyeing the clock on his nightstand. It’s 2am. He wraps himself in three sweaters, the gloves covering his hands are an afterthought. He wants to go back to sleep.
Despite that, he makes his way out of his room.
They sneak out to the balcony, one of the few nights they’re in bed before 5am, and Minseok finds himself wide awake with overly sweet hot chocolate coating his teeth.
“Did you add extra sugar to this?” Minseok sips his drink carefully, enjoying the warmth regardless.
“Sorry,” Sehun says, not sounding the least bit apologetic. There’s a smug look on his face, because he managed to get Minseok out of bed. Get his way with the older.
Sehun huffs, white puffing out of his mouth; Minseok huddles into the blanket he dragged outside with them.
“So what’s this new interest in astronomy?”
Sehun’s intent on looking up at the navy blue sky, completely free of clouds. From his angle, Minseok can perfectly make out the pale column of his neck. His eyes trace over the sharp contours of his face, and Sehun’s eyebrows furrowed in concentration.
“I don’t know,” Sehun meets his eyes to Minseok’s, “I saw something on Naver and I thought, why not?”
Minseok swallows any kind of complaint, shivering in silence. He always feels a particular need to indulge the younger, take extra care to listen. Earlier that day he’d watched carefully how Sehun had struggled with the choreography, frustration marring his face. He was intent to get it right, until Minseok had come in, guided his body in the right direction.
“Why do you always look at me that way?” He’d asked Minseok, eyes searching, imploring.
Minseok hadn’t answered, because he himself did not know.
And Sehun’s eyes had dimmed, a fraction of a second after Minseok had looked away.
“Let’s get dinner, yeah?” Minseok had suggested afterwards.
“Only if you’re paying, hyung,” his voice was unwavering, teasing.
Minseok had rolled his eyes, a smile on his face, regardless, when they exited the building together.
The way that Sehun pressed into him is what left Minseok wondering.
Sehun is pressed into him now, but he’s looking down at the city lights, not at the sky. His beanie is pulled down over his ears, but Minseok sees him shivering too.
“Have some?” Minseok presses the mug into his hands. Sehun accepts it wordlessly, the rim of the cup immediately as he sips the hot chocolate.
“Too sweet,” he mumbles.
“You’re the one who made it.”
“Yeah well--” A retort already forming on his lips before Minseok finds himself reaching up.
The faint glow of the city lights soften everything for a fraction of a second before he’s meeting his lips to Sehun’s. He lets his eyes slip shut, but keeps his hands clenched by his sides.
Minseok’s scalp tingles, and he realizes Sehun isn’t kissing back.
“Oh, shit,” Minseok whispers pulling back, watching Sehun’s unmoving face.
“Hyung?” Sehun asks, his voice is heavy. His voice wavers.
Minseok begins to panic, “Yes? I’m sorry Sehun, I should’ve--”
“Do you like--” He pauses, blinking rapidly.
A sign of impending tears, Minseok wants to mend the situation. Turn back the clock.
“Sorry, I shouldn’t be like this,” Sehun laughs suddenly, it echoes, bouncing against the buildings around them before disappearing. “But, do you like me?” He asks timidly. Unlike him, devoid of any snark. Completely serious. Minseok’s stomach churns.
“I--”
“Just,” Sehun sucks in a breath, “I don’t want you to kiss me if you don’t like me. I don’t want to deal with that.”
It’s a confession.
Minseok realizes with startling clarity how he feels. He looks up at the sky then, the cold makes everything clearer.
“You know it’s hard to see things like meteor showers,” Minseok finally says, “Too many man made lights.”
Sehun doesn’t speak. He kicks his foot against the railing instead.
Minseok isn’t good with words, but he needs to vocalize. His stomach is doing somersaults, and it impedes him further.
He tries.
“Yeah,” he finally gives Sehun an answer, “yes. I more than--I more than like you Sehun.”
And it’s probably the universe responding kindly, because Minseok watches something shooting across the sky. A brief flashing light.
It seems that when something shifts, something important, time ceases to exist. Because when they shuffle back inside, Minseok notices that only thirty minutes have passed.
“I wouldn’t call that a meteor shower,” Sehun says disappointed.
They’re standing in the kitchen, Minseok washing the mug and putting it away.
“Well,” Minseok begins. He suddenly feels fifteen, ten years too young.
“Can I sleep with you tonight?” Sehun asks, eyeing him curiously. Cautiously.
“Sure, if you really want.”
“Yeah,” his face lights up, “yeah.”
It’s heavy and implied, but Minseok makes sure to clear the slowly rising tension.
Sehun is lying stiffly beside him.
“Sleep,” Minseok says, turning on his side to face Sehun, “it’s really late.”
"I kind of--" He scoots closer to Minseok, wrapping his arm around the older's waist.
Minseok let's himself be pulled, feeling much too small. Sehun's fingers flutter along his waist, unsure.
"You can touch me," Minseok whispers between them, "its okay."
Sehun hesitates, running his fingers along the bridge of Minseok's nose, down to his cupid's bow, and gently dragging his bottom lip down.
Minseok hums,”You can kiss me too.”
Sehun smiles, “Am I making you impatient?”
“No,” Minseok rolls on top of Sehun, making himself as light as possible. Playfully bending his head down as if to kiss him, “You’re being a punk.”
He watches the way Sehun’s eyes widen, not closing the gap any further. Minseok challenges him to do it, to make that small final leap.
Their noses bump, Sehun is much too eager.
“It’s okay,” Minseok giggles into the younger’s mouth, “its okay.” And he makes sure to softly press his mouth to Sehun’s, shifting so that his weight falls onto his hands. Their foreheads pressed together.
“This is too--” Sehun pauses from licking into Minseok’s mouth, pulling the older closer, so much closer, “I didn’t expect--”
“Don’t cry,” Minseok teases him, “I’m not good when people cry--”
Sehun glares at him, but he doesn’t talk. Instead he nips at Minseok’s jawline.
“Hyung,” he whispers, “I like you the best.”
Minseok can’t stop the groan that falls from his mouth, the awful way his heart stutters twice, and his entire body shivering in response. Because Sehun is too painful sometimes, too real, too open, too willing.
He’s too much a good thing, and Minseok, Minseok doesn’t want to fall short of what Sehun deserves.
He makes up for it, because Minseok may be bad with words, but he tries, he tries so damn hard. Sehun makes him want.
“Sehunnie,” Minseok singsongs into his ear, pecking the lobe, pulling at it with his teeth. He’d tried talking Sehun into getting a piercing once, but he wouldn’t budge.
“Hm?”
“Touch me like you mean it,” He rolls his hips down, “but tell me--” Minseok pauses, pushing the younger’s hair out of his face. Sehun’s eyes glisten in the dim light.
Minseok is lost.
“Let me know when you want me to stop, yeah?”
“Yeah,” Sehun nods, a beautiful, perfect smile on his face. He sits up, surprising Minseok by sitting cross legged underneath him. He pulls Minseok in closer, making it so that his legs are wrapped around his waist. He’s basically sitting in Sehun’s lap, and Minseok doesn’t hate how small he feels.
Sehun is clumsy, too much tongue, too much teeth, but his hands are fleeting, unsure even.
Minseok isn’t an expert in this either, but he likes it. He likes the way Sehun’s larger hands tug at his hair, cup his face. Minseok takes control, tongues sliding, and the small pants that fall into his mouth from Sehun’s--
Minseok’s entire being is a moment away from floating away, but Sehun anchors him down. He snakes his hand under Minseok’s shirt, sliding them up his ribs, between his sternum.
“Take it off,” Minseok pants into the juncture of Sehun’s neck and shoulder.
He obliges, pulling his own shirt off in the process, “You’re perfect Minseok.” He whispers, chants.
Sehun’s chest is flushed pink, his hair tousled, and he’s panting. His pink mouth falling open.
Minseok’s hands are accustomed to Sehun’s body, and he’s no stranger to Minseok’s own. Guided practice from their countless hours of staying up too late, working past exhaustion, repeatead choreography. Even the times Sehun hasn’t made it to his bed.
He rolls a pebbled nipple between his fingers, tweaking it, hearing Sehun’s breath pitch is perfect, and Minseok dips his head. He tongues at Sehun’s collarbones, trying to be careful not to leave a red mark.
Sehun surprises him by reaching a hand between them, pressing the heel of his palm to Minseok’s growing erection.
“Ah,” Sehun says in surprise, “can I--”
“Yeah, if you want, but only if you want,” Minseok likes the way Sehun’s eyes are hooded.
Sehun switches their positions, pulling the older’s sweatpants and boxers off in one go.
“You too,” he says, undressing Sehun the rest of the way, “I uh--”
Sehun scoots in closer, the shiny pink head of his cock brushing Minseok’s.
He shivers, “Sehun--” He doesn’t get to finish, because Minseok finds himself sprawled on the bed, Sehun nestled between his legs.
“Is it okay if I?” His breath ghosts over the tip of Minseok’s leaking cock.
“Are you sure?”
“Mhm,” Sehun’s smirk is confident, “I wanna taste you, hyung.”
With that, he takes Minseok completely, nose brushing against the curls there, head bobbing eagerly.
He’s at a loss of words, more so than usual, because Sehun is pinning his thighs down, constricting his throat when he can. Minseok’s body begins to unravel, but if he’s being honest, Sehun has been pulling him apart since before.
“Fuck,” Minseok groans. Sehun licks up his entire length again, popping his mouth off. He gazes at Minseok with glazed over eyes, the tip of Minseok’s dick brushing the side of his cheek.
“Do you have a condom?” Sehun’s voice is hoarse when he asks, the confidence wavers.
“In the drawer over there,” Minseok points to his dresser. Sehun slides off the bed, a passing light from below illuminating his nakedness briefly.
“We can stop here you know,” Minseok clears his throat, “sex doesn’t have to be an end point.”
Sehun continues rummaging around the drawer, the bumps of his spine barely visible. Minseok sees the bruise on his hip from where he fell down a few days ago. He digs his hand into the comforter.
“I found it,” Sehun holds the silver package in one hand, and a small bottle in the other, “I want to do this though.”
Minseok nods, he doesn’t want to say no either. Sehun climbs back onto the bed, squirting the clear liquid onto his fingers, letting his legs fall open.
“Actually,” Minseok grabs Sehun’s wrist, “here.”
He spreads his legs open, guiding Sehun’s hand to press two fingers to his entrance.
“Do it,” he swallows thickly, “do it like this okay.”
Sehun looks at him in such a way, Minseok finds he has to cast his eyes somewhere else. His slim fingers circle Minseok’s entrance, pushing in to the knuckle, and then a second soon follows.
“Scissor them,” Minseok pants out, “it--”
“I know,” Sehun says, “I know how to do this.”
Minseok almost laughs at the snark, but Sehun suddenly curls his fingers, pressing up against his walls. He arches off the mattress, gasping.
“I’m ready,” Minseok says half wrecked, “come here.”
He rips the packaging open, easily rolling the condom onto Sehun. His legs fall further open, “Come on baby.”
Sehun concedes, pushing in gently, pressing open mouthed kisses to Minseok’s shoulder, throat.
"You feel so good," Sehun stutter thrusts into him, "but I don't think--"
Minseok pushes his hair back, kissing his temple, eyelids, swollen mouth.
"Don't worry," He rocks his hips, meeting Sehun’s own, pushing his heels into the dip of his back, “you’re perfect.”
Sehuns comes first, anticlimactic and quieter than Minseok expected. His eyebrows furrow, Minseok holds his hand.
“Sorry,” he mumbles sheepishly when he pulls out.
“No,” Minseok sits on his knees, capturing Sehun’s mouth with his own. Licking lazily, sleepily into his mouth, tongue running over the younger’s sharp canines, “Stop apologizing, okay?”
He tastes distinctly of Sehun. Minseok’s fingers caress the sharp planes of his face.
Sehun curls his hand around Minseok’s still hard length, making sure to give equal attention to Minseok’s neck.
“I’m going to have to wear turtlenecks for weeks.”
“Mhm,” Sehun worries a patch of skin with his teeth, licking over it.
“Sehun--” Minseok spills over his hand, sleepiness now bone deep. He half stumbles off the bed before he lets the post coital high lull him to sleep. He dumps the condom in the wastebasket along with a few tissues he uses to clean them up.
Sehun is sprawled on the bed, the edges of his mouth curling up, pleased.
Minseok doesn’t think his heart will ever learn to stop stuttering in his chest. He pulls clean boxers on, dressing Sehun too.
“Wake me up tomorrow,” he grumbles affectionately.
“We can just skip practice, tomorrow’s Sunday anyway,” Sehun yawns, tucking his head under Minseok's chin.
Minseok weighs the consequences in his head. Sehun’s right, tomorrow is Sunday.
a/n: pls comment ;;
ive never written this pairing before, and i'm still learning to write minseok in other lovely ships other than xiuhan. i was writing something else that had plot but i hit a wall and idk sex and imagery? who am i anymore, really.
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