The Apex - Oneshot
Title: The Apex
Chapters: Oneshot
Pairing: Sehun/Luhan
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut
Warnings: voyeurism, necrophilia
Summary: Sehun has a thing for watching other people fuck Luhan, then putting a bullet through their brain right before they climax.
a/n: why do i always write weird things omg. for the anon on tumblr who wanted powerbottom!luhan.. this is as feisty as I can make him s r y i tried.
“Luhan,” Sehun hissed through the bathroom door.
“Just a minute!”
“You said that five minutes ago.”
“Well, maybe I would move faster if you stopped interrupting me!”
Sehun sighed and sat down on their bed, resigned to waiting as long as he had to. He wasn’t sure why he was trying to do something about it; this happened every time they went out. It only took Sehun five minutes to comb his hair back and put on his standard clubbing outfit, but Luhan could have been using their bathroom to host a mini concert for all the time he spent in there.
To be fair though, the results were always worth it.
Luhan emerged, leaning against the doorway with a slight smirk as he let Sehun get a good look at him. Sehun sucked in a breath as his eyes swept over his boyfriend’s leanly muscled body, displayed in the outfit that Sehun had picked out: a very tight-fitting dark green t-shirt and black pants that looked like they were painted on. Luhan’s golden hair framed his face beautifully and fell innocently into his eyes, just the way Sehun liked. He wore a simple gold bracelet on his left wrist, as well as a bit of eyeliner, completing the look of someone on the prowl.
Sehun stood and drew him into a heated kiss, which Luhan returned enthusiastically. He ran his hands down Luhan’s sides to rest at his slim hips.
“Are you wearing it?” Sehun asked.
“Of course.”
Sehun slid his right hand down further, over Luhan’s ass, until his fingers found the base of the plug that was small enough not to interfere with Luhan’s movement while still keeping him open and ready for sex at any time. Sehun rocked it back and forth gently, nudging it against Luhan’s prostate, and Luhan moaned and rubbed his hardening cock against Sehun’s hip.
“You need to save that,” Sehun said. “You have quite the night ahead of you.”
“Oh really?” Luhan asked, and kissed Sehun’s neck as he pressed even harder against him. “How many?”
Sehun pretended to think, even though they both knew he’d already decided. “Three.”
Luhan drew back a little. “Three?”
Sehun usually only had him do one in a single night, and he’d never had him do more than two. But two wouldn’t be enough for Sehun tonight, apparently.
Looking unsure, Luhan said, “I don’t know if I can-”
“You don’t have to come. Just make sure they do…almost.” When Luhan continued to seem hesitant, Sehun teased, “What, you don’t think you can pull three men in one night?”
Luhan glared at him, overcome by something along the lines of insulted pride. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
“Then it shouldn’t be much of a problem.” He pulled Luhan close to him again and spoke into his ear. “It’s what you want, anyways. Fucking cockslut. More people to worship you, to end while succumbing to the feeling of being inside you.”
That wasn’t actually true. Luhan fucking multiple other men and having them ended right at their peak was Sehun’s kink, not Luhan’s. But Luhan did get quite the kick out of making Sehun so ecstatic. Maybe he was a tad bit of a necrophiliac. Maybe.
Sehun gave Luhan a brief kiss on the lips. “Ready?”
“Where to this time? Some cheap bar?”
“No. Helios.”
*
When Sehun and Luhan had first started playing this game, they had gone to clubs for the younger audience, with flashing lights and cheap drinks and the like. But now, after finding it too messy to navigate through teenage hormones and excessive drunken stupor, they preferred the more high-end places with less people (and therefore less overall trouble).
They had considered going to bars, instead, but there weren’t enough distractions or packs of people to diffuse the dramatic finale of their main events. They did switch clubs every time, however, or came back to old ones after a good amount of time had passed (and the aftermath had been cleared up).
Now they stood in front of one of Seoul’s most exclusive clubs, getting their pockets checked and their I.D.’s approved. Once they were inside, Sehun took Luhan’s phone (there was no space for it in his skin-hugging attire) and looked over the crowd of people who were already present. Thankfully, the music wasn’t too loud, and the bodies weren’t too packed together.
He kissed Luhan’s cheek and surreptitiously squeezed his ass, not wanting the others to know that Luhan had a boyfriend accompanying him.
“I’ll be watching,” he whispered, winking him goodbye.
Luhan shivered. Sehun backed away against the darkness of the surrounding walls, and made himself seem as inconspicuous as possible so as not to interfere with Luhan’s performance. He was definitely not in the mood to get hit on by a bartender again and have to abort their mission.
Luhan lifted his chin, relaxed his shoulders, and sauntered across the room towards the bar. He seemed to radiate sensuality and a confidence, which was exactly what he had. The dim lights made his skin glow and his hair shine, emphasizing his divine and almost otherworldly beauty.
As usual, every head in the place turned towards him. Some of the men looked lustful, some girls jealous, and some just looked both at once. Luhan didn’t notice nor care, lounging against the bar with a sufficiently undaunted air around him that Sehun knew was all an act. Luhan thrived on this kind of attention, and relished in it the way a gourmand chef enjoyed reviewing a Michelin star restaurant.
Luhan was soon besieged by pursuers competing for the chance to buy him a drink. Sehun adjusted his pants as he felt them become tighter from a rush of blood flowing south. He didn’t know why watching Luhan with other men made his sexual desire surpass his jealousy, but it always did. He loved seeing how desirable his boyfriend was, how he made men fall over themselves and others just to please him, especially knowing that the only person Luhan would go home with at the end of the night was him. Sehun was the only person Luhan was willing to share not just his body, but his life with.
Of course, the game had certain rules. Luhan only had sex with strangers, people that had no ties to either of them whatsoever, and was never allowed to let the man come inside him before Sehun had pulled the trigger of his trusted Beretta 92, ending the man’s pleasure right before the pinnacle of its consummation. The men were never told that Sehun was watching before the bullet was through their brain, and most importantly, Luhan didn’t choose which of the many hopefuls he would fuck. Sehun did.
Discretely placed on Luhan’s body was a wireless transmitter, which allowed what he was saying to be heard by Sehun through a piece in his ear. It also allowed Sehun to signal to Luhan his accord or discord concerning what he was about to do through small vibrations. Two for yes and one for no.
Sehun studied the men flocking around Luhan, but none of them were much to his liking. He found it most arousing to watch Luhan have sex with the handsome, muscular types; carrying a bit of stubble or so. whether that was because he found it less threatening to see Luhan with men who looked vastly unlike himself or because he just liked the aesthetics of his pretty, aristocratic boyfriend getting fucked by much more rugged men, he didn’t know. It was probably a little of both.
Through the transmitter, Sehun heard Luhan take a small, sharp breath. Sehun looked to see which of the men had gotten Luhan’s attention, and his eyes immediately fell on a handsome, dark-skinned man who had just approached the bar. Luhan had a thing for dark skin; he practically went into heat every time he was around someone who looked sun-kissed, and Sehun wasn’t really sure why.
Sehun snorted in amusement and gave that one a pass. No way was he going to let Luhan have that one. He wasn’t Sehun’s type. Once for no.
He saw the dark-skinned male slip away eventually as Luhan was made to ignore him, focusing instead on another approaching male. This man really was incredibly attractive, and he had exactly the kind of build Sehun had been looking for. He rubbed his index finger over his ear piece, making Luhan’s transmitter vibrate twice to signal his approval.
Luhan turned all the others away and let the man, who had a slight foreign accent and introduced himself as Alek, buy him a drink. They talked for a few minutes, during which Sehun quickly became bored. He pressed his thumb against the ear piece again.
Luhan jerked at the unpleasant sensation of the continuous vibrations, and his eyes flickered briefly over to where Sehun was standing before returning to Alek. He put a hand on the man’s knee.
“Aren’t you going to ask me to dance?” he asked, voice low and suggestive.
“Would you like to?”
Luhan smiled and slid his hand up Alek’s thigh. “I’d love to.”
Alek picked Luhan’s hand up and kissed the back of it, then stood and led him out onto the dance floor. Sehun followed, keeping against the dark wall but making sure that Luhan was always in his direct line of sight.
Sehun hated to dance in a group of others. Although he had left behind his adolescent clumsiness in every area of his life, dancing in a crowd was not his forte. Other people tended to get in the way, and his personal space got invaded. Luhan, however, was an incredible dancer among people, and Sehun enjoyed watching him.
Alek proved to be quite capable himself, and Sehun leaned against the wall as his cock took interest in the situation again. They looked good together, olive coloured skin against porcelain, Alek’s broad shoulders and large muscles a flattering counterpoint to Luhan’s sleek form fitting right in front of him. Sehun was far from the only man watching them dance.
Luhan turned in Alek’s arms so that his back was pressing against the man’s front, guiding his hands to rest on his hips as he shamelessly pushed back. Sehun gave his dick a gentle squeeze through his pants, absolutely sure nobody was paying attention to him.
Alek chuckled, slipping one hand under Luhan’s shirt to glide over his stomach. “Well you’re certainly not shy,” he said teasingly.
Luhan leaned his head against Alek’s shoulder and looked up. “My boyfriend’s out of town on business.” He gestured for Alek to bend his head down, as if he were going to tell him a secret, then he whispered into his ear, “I haven’t been fucked in ages.”
Sehun raised his eyebrows. The boyfriend card was risky to play. Some men just couldn’t bring themselves to sleep with someone they knew were in a relationship, no matter how attracted they were to Luhan. The possible reward was that a lot of men became more interested when they thought Luhan was cheating on his boyfriend, and that the sex would be a lot hotter.
Fortunately, Alek fell into the latter category, because there was a spark of lust in his eyes. Luhan was a good judge of this kind of thing, Sehun would give him that.
“Boyfriend, hm?” Alek turned Luhan back around and pulled him snug against his body. “Does he know you go to clubs without him?”
Luhan wound his arms around Alek’s neck. “Of course not. He’d be so angry.”
Alek liked that as well, and he leaned down to kiss Luhan deeply. Luhan kissed him back without hesitation, rubbing up against him like the feline thing he was. Sehun let out a low moan at the sight. His boyfriend sure was some piece of work.
As they kissed, Alek’s hands slid down to Luhan’s ass, squeezing it hard. He broke the kiss when he noticed the base of the plug, his eyes wide with surprise and dark with arousal. “You’re so ready for this, aren’t you?” he said hoarsely.
“You have no idea,” Luhan said. “Don’t you want to fuck me?”
“Here?”
“Yes. Now.”
Alek looked as if Christmas or Hanukkah or whatever he celebrated had come early, and followed obediently as Luhan pulled him towards the back corridors that led to the many rooms the club had arranged for ‘private encounters’. Of course, there were plenty of people who never made it to the rooms at all, opting to fuck in the corridors themselves. Sehun sent brief buzzes to Luhan’s transmitter to let him know that was what he wanted to see, then he followed close behind them until he had them in view again, keeping himself hidden, of course.
Luhan stopped, pulling Alek into a passionate kiss against the wall. He moved his hands to the man’s pants, undoing his belt.
“You don’t want a room?” Alek asked, panting.
“I can’t wait that long, I need you now.”
Sehun didn’t speak whatever language Alek spoke, but he knew lustful cursing when he heard it. He rubbed his cock slowly through his pants, trying to keep his breathing under control while he watched Luhan turn around and put his hands on the wall, spreading his legs in blatant invitation. They were far down a hallway were it was rather dark; a perfect location. Alek undid Luhan’s pants and slid them down to his knees.
“You’re quite a naughty boy,” he said, grasping the base of the plug and giving it a few shallow prods.
Luhan moaned and arched his back. “You have no idea,” he said. He turned his head to the side, looking directly at Sehun, who was hidden in the shadows around a corner. Even in the low light, Sehun could see that his pupils were blown, and his straining cock was dripping pre-come onto the wall and floor.
The music was so faint now. They were far away from other people. The corridor was deserted.
He gave Luhan another wave of vibration, just to reassure him that he was watching. Luhan moaned again, louder this time.
“Please,” Luhan breathed to Alek. “Please, it’s been so long, I need it now-”
The man’s groan at Luhan’s eagerness covered up Sehun’s own. Alek withdrew the lubricated plug and slipped it into his pocket before practically ripping open his own trousers to get out his generously-sized dick. He gripped Luhan’s hips and thrust inside him with one smooth motion.
Luhan took a long, slightly shaky breath, as he always did at the moment of penetration. That sound alone was sometimes enough to bring Sehun to the edge if he wasn’t careful. He forced himself to keep the movements of his hand slow and steady, his cock still trapped uncomfortably in his jeans. He liked to postpone his orgasm as long as possible when they played the game, and he didn’t want to come this early.
Rocking leisurely inside Luhan, Alek murmured to him, “How do you like it?”
“Rough,” Luhan said. “Give it to me hard.”
That was exactly what the man wanted to hear. He put his hands over Luhan’s, pinning them to the wall and covering his slim body with his own muscular one as he began to thrust hard and fast, slamming his hips against Luhan’s ass mercilessly.
“Yes,” Luhan moaned, pushing back into every slam. Sehun could tell from his movements that Luhan wanted to spread his legs wider, and was frustrated by the tight pants around his thighs. The thought made Sehun’s cock jump, and he stopped touching himself for fear of coming too soon.
He tore his eyes away from the delicious sight to calm down a bit and found that he now wasn’t the only one enjoying the show. Fuck. Several of the other people that had stepped out from rooms were watching, even those who were otherwise engaged. One man who was standing a few meters from Luhan and Alek wasn’t even trying to hide it; he had his cock out and was blatantly jerking off with his eyes glued to the show.
Sehun liked to watch other men watching Luhan almost as much as he liked to watch Luhan himself. He did experience a rush of powerful, possessive pride. His boyfriend was the sexiest, most beautiful person in existence, and Sehun wanted everyone to see it. But not now. There was something else he wanted more, and he couldn’t go through with it if there was an audience. They’d have to let this one go.
He turned his attention back to Luhan, who was being properly fucked against the dingy club wall, his unrestrained moans echoing through the corridor, mixed with Alek’s deep grunts and the tantalizing sound of skin slapping against skin.
“Does your boyfriend fuck you like this?” Alek asked, his voice low and rough.
“Never,” Luhan gasped.
Sehun smirked. If he’d been the one doing the fucking, Luhan wouldn’t even have been able to form words.
Alek moved one of his hands to tug on Luhan’s cock, and Sehun took that as his cue to start rubbing his finger repeatedly against his earpiece, sending a short but powerful vibration to Luhan’s device that told him this was as far as he could go. Nobody was allowed to climax for Luhan. And Sehun himself couldn’t stop it this time. Luhan’s cries soon died down, and Alek slowed his speed as he noticed how unresponsive he was becoming.
Alek turned Luhan’s face to his with difficulty, shakily asking, “What’s wrong?”
Luhan had been quicker than Sehun had expected, and there were already small streams of tears down his cheeks. Being the good actor he was, Luhan look down, answering in a quiet voice, “I…I just…”
Alek pulled out of Luhan then, his muscles relaxing. He was one of the compassionate ones, thank god. At least some things were in their favor tonight.
Luhan sniffled and mumbled, “Sorry,” looking vulnerable and small where he stood, compared to the sex vixen from before.
Alek, who had been so close to coming, had somehow managed to calm himself to find out what was the matter. “Did I do something to hurt you?”
Luhan shook his head. “No…no, it’s just that…I don’t know, I shouldn’t have done this, I’m sorry. My boyfriend…”
Despite looking sexually frustrated as hell, somehow Alek bit the bait and his spent and blown eyes seemed to soften up. “Oh…it’s alright. We don’t need to keep going if you don’t want to…”
Luhan smiled weakly up at him, quickly pulling his pants up and buttoning them. “Thank you.”
Alek gave Luhan one final kiss before Luhan could say anything. “I hope that your boyfriend appreciates you properly.”
Luhan looked baffled for a second, but after coming to his senses he smiled awkwardly up at the man.
Alek left him alone to go back to the club, and Luhan rested against the wall again, on his back this time. He looked towards Sehun and raised his eyebrow. Sehun wanted to touch him so badly, but it wasn’t time for that yet.
Luhan smiled slightly and let his eyes wander over the other men in the corridor. Most of those who had been watching him earlier had returned their attention to their own activities, but the man who was jerking off -who had come when Luhan had started crying- was still staring at him. When Luhan looked his way, the man started to make his way towards him, but Luhan gave him such a withering glare that he stopped and backtracked in shame.
Sehun already knew who he wanted Luhan to have next. He waited until Luhan’s gaze fell on the right man, then gave him the sign.
Luhan did a double-take, then turned his glare in Sehun’s direction. Sehun buzzed his receiver twice again. Luhan looked back at the man, who was tall, lanky, and had some oddly shaven hipster beard that went with a pair of black ear gauges.
“Absolutely not,” he said under his breath.
Sehun buzzed him again. The man looked a lot like someone they’d met before…the man who worked on their plumbing from time to time who constantly had a bad cough. He wasn’t bad looking. Something deep inside Sehun’s gut tingled pleasantly at the thought of watching him fuck his boyfriend. He’d had fantasies about the man and Luhan together, but he knew he’d never be able to stand it in real life even if they hardly knew him. This guy was close enough to him that it was arousing but not threatening.
When Sehun didn’t let up, Luhan shook his wrist in irritation at the sting. “You’re sick,” he muttered before pushing off the wall and heading in the man’s direction.
Sehun didn’t care much about his protests. If Luhan had been seriously uncomfortable about having sex with the man, he would have said it out straight. He just liked to be difficult.
Their plumber lookalike was absorbed in watching a man fingering a busty woman further down the hall. Sehun wasn’t concerned with whether he was gay or not. Everyone who met Luhan decidedly turned a little gay.
“Hi,” Luhan purred.
The man was so shocked by Luhan’s touch and his flirtatious tone that his jaw dropped a little, free porn in the hallway forgotten.
“Uh…hi,” he said cautiously, perhaps wondering why someone so pretty was talking to him.
Luhan lightly ran his hand from the man’s collarbone to just above his waistband. “You look lonely.”
“I-um...maybe.”
Inching his hand down so that it rested on the man’s belt buckle, Luhan said, “If you want, I can help you with that.”
The man’s eyes widened. “You…y-you what?”
Luhan worked the buckle open smoothly with one hand. He leaned in and whispered, “I’ve been wanting some cock in me all night.”
“Fuck.” The man’s stunned expression obviously showed that he couldn’t quite believe this was happening to him and thought he might be having some lucid dream or acid trip.
Sehun grinned. He loved it when Luhan went full-on slut.
Luhan leaned forward and glued his mouth to the man’s, pressing up against him with small whines. When Luhan pulled away to catch his breath, the man took more initiative and ended the kiss with a bite to his lip.
“Do you want to get a room?” The man asked.
“Yeah,” Luhan moaned, holding onto him.
Sehun followed them into the corridor as they headed to look for an empty room. He was good at going unnoticed, and he smiled when Luhan intentionally left the door ajar as they claimed a room to themselves. Sehun stood outside and peaked in, the two males falling onto the bed, kissing and groping.
“What’s your name?” Luhan asked in between kisses, his lips already red and sore.
“Why?”
“I want to know what I should be shouting when your big cock pounds inside me, making me come all over.”
The man gulped at Luhan’s vivid description, choking out “Kang.”
“Kang,” Luhan repeated, running his hand up through the man’s hair.
Kang stripped off Luhan’s shirt and ran his hands over his chest and stomach. “Your skin is so pretty,” he said. “Like milk.”
Luhan smiled and soon they quickly divested themselves of the rest of their clothing, allowing Sehun to feast his eyes on a mouth-watering expanse of his boyfriend’s bare flesh. The man, Kang, had quite defined muscles despite what it had looked like in his t-shirt, but moved with a slightly hesitant and awkward refinement, that contradicted Luhan’s own.
Kang reached behind Luhan’s ass and felt it already wet and stretched. “You like being fucked, huh?” he said as he sunk a finger in experimentally, as if wondering if he was really allowed to.
Luhan, who was kneeling against his chest, gave a little gasp and spread his legs wider. “Yeah.”
“Damn.”
The man pressed a kiss against his shoulder as he laid Luhan down against the sheets of the bed, moving in between his pale thighs. He spread the cheeks of Luhan’s ass wide and seemed to give in to his primal guidance as he began to ease himself in the already prepped entrance.
Luhan breathed in shakily at the slow penetration, and Sehun had to clench his teeth to keep back his groan. All restraint forgotten, he dropped his hand to his cock and began to rub it furiously through his pants. He didn’t dare take it out; not when they were this close. He had to keep his focus; had to savor every moment of the crescendo.
As Kang set a measured, unhurried pace, the room was filled with the sounds of sex: moans of pleasure, wet sucking noises, the slap of flesh against flesh. Kang didn’t seem like too much of an inexperienced man after all.
Luhan was now almost frantic from the lack of release that night, and he rocked up against Kang, his sighs and gasps muted by the man’s lips. Kang rubbed Luhan’s nipples while he fucked him, making him even harder to silence.
When Sehun had regained his wits a little, he trailed his hand down to his pocket where he felt the hard lump he was looking for; itching to touch.
Kang suddenly pulled away from Luhan’s mouth, and Sehun’s spent cock twitched at the noise of protest Luhan made.
“Fuck, I’m so close,” Kang said breathlessly as thrust hard and deep, his muscles contracted.
“Mmm, yes, come in me,” Luhan moaned, holding onto the man’s shoulders. He screamed the other’s name a couple times, before Sehun knew that soon it would be his turn to shine.
Watching Luhan filled so enthusiastically with cock with that rapturous expression and his face still dripping sweat made Sehun’s cock throb again. God, when they got home he was going to fuck Luhan so hard he would never be able to stand.
He wound his hand around the cold metal and pulled it out of his jacket, fingering the safety and pulling it back as he stuck the muzzle of it in past the door. His aim was perfect, and he was feeling such a rush already. Soon, Luhan would no longer be screaming that man’s name. Soon, that man would no longer be breathing; heart no longer beating, no longer of the living. It thrilled him so much, his cock was leaking in his pants.
With his finger on the trigger, he took one last look at Luhan being fucked into oblivion, careful to calculate how close the man seemed to coming. When he looked like he was about to blow, about to growl and surrender to the clutches of Luhan’s tight muscles, Sehun pulled the trigger.
The silencer did its job, making the bullet somewhat quiet in its path to penetrating Kang’s skull. It was over so fast that it barely felt like it had happened at all, but Luhan shrieked when Kang’s body fell on top of him, pinning him there. Sehun stood still for a few moments, taking in the high of homicide and breathing deeply in his fierce arousal.
“You’re very good at playing the jealous lover,” Luhan said after a while from the bed with a grin playing at his face, still out of breath and crushed under the weight of the dead man atop him.
“And you’re very good at playing the desperate slut.” Sehun moved closer to the bed, amusement fading to be replaced with burning desire. “Although it’s not all playing on your part, is it?”
Luhan shrugged, his eyes tracking Sehun’s every movement. Sehun had sat down on the bed, placing a hand on the dead body. Luhan writhed under it, moaning at the feeling of the dick still inside him, rapidly turning cold.
“Don’t you dare pull him out,” Sehun said, casting a stern glance his way.
Luhan moaned again, trying to get it out or get friction or just something. In the depths of his mind he couldn’t help that he felt aroused, that is made him harder just thinking that he was impaled on a dead man’s dick. As he smelled the gun powder from Sehun holding the gun up to him, he felt his mind blur and himself rocking down under the body that was draped over him.
“Fuck yourself on him until you come. Fuck yourself on the dead man’s cock because you’re that much of a slut.”
And Luhan did, letting his body move by itself as the smell of sex and blood and staleness infiltrated his senses, his hips rocking with all the might they could under the straining weight of the corpse. Kang’s sweat slicked skin was slowly turning cold, and Luhan felt himself nearing orgasm, Sehun watching him and encouraging him to do such a nasty, nasty, revolting thing tipping him over the edge.
He came hard, his toes curling and his mouth open, clenching around the dick of the body that was no longer even alive, his face red and strained. He panted, harshly coming down from his frenzy while he prayed that blood from the man’s head hadn’t stained him during their movement.
Sehun nodded in approval, and only then did he decide to help Luhan push the heavy body off, Luhan wincing as the dick slid out of his horribly sore hole.
“Damnit, he already came inside you,” Sehun seethed, watching a small flow of white run out of his hole and down his thighs.
Luhan shrugged, “Not fully…only a little. You used to be better at this.”
“Fuck, I shouldn’t have let him pleasure you for so long. How does it feel to have a dead man’s come inside you, you filthy slut?”
Luhan frowned. “Hey, don’t take your anger out on me. It’s not my fault you were too busy jacking off to pull the trigger on that damn thing.”
Without warning, Sehun grabbed Luhan’s ankles and yanked hard, forcing Luhan flat on his stomach and pulling him forward so his ass was sticking up. He used his grasp on Luhan’s ankles to push his legs far apart, putting his well-used hole on display; Kang’s come still trickling down his skin.
“What am I going to do with you?” Sehun sighed, tracing some of it with his finger.
Luhan didn’t try to get away or even to close his legs, looking back at Sehun with need and want displayed on his face. “Remind me why you’re the only man who can ever truly satisfy me?”
Overcome by Luhan’s words, Sehun accidentally gripped his ankles too tightly, and Luhan flinched.
“Sorry,” Sehun muttered as he let go. “I just…you’re so…” He couldn’t find a way to adequately express what he was feeling, so he lowered himself on top of Luhan and pulled his face back to kiss him heatedly.
Luhan pushed his ass back against Sehun’s clothed crotch, while Sehun kissed his way down Luhan’s neck and over his shoulder, liking the feeling of Luhan’s naked body against his own fully-clothed one.
“Sehun,” Luhan said softly. “Sehun, take me home.”
“I can’t wait that long…please, baby, can you come again?” Sehun asked, unzipping his pants and getting out of them, one hand splayed on Luhan’s bare back.
“Yes.”
“Are you sure?” Sehun reached down with one hand to stroke Luhan’s hole. “You haven’t had enough dick for one night?”
Luhan looked back at him seriously. “I’ve never had enough until it’s you,” he said, and tugged Sehun’s head down for another kiss.
Sehun closed his eyes, surrendering to the heaven of Luhan’s touch and taste; living and warm and fleshy. He needed to fuck Luhan now, needed to reclaim him, needed to prove that of the men Luhan had had tonight, he was the only one allowed to have him fully. He needed to erase Kang’s release and replace it with his own.
Luhan was still well-stretched from his previous encounters, so Sehun just slipped a couple digits inside him to finger the lingering come that was still inside. He couldn’t resist a few teasing strokes against his prostate, and Luhan pushed up into his hand with a desperate moan.
Sehun was the only one who Luhan fucked with love. There were no odd lusts or weird kinks between them when they flat out fucked, just intensity and eye contact and breath-taking kisses. Sehun savoured that knowledge as he pushed inside, reveling in being properly wanted by Luhan; really needed.
Luhan’s shuddering inhalation made Sehun lose control, and he shoved his hips forward forcefully. Luhan cried out and tightened around him.
“Want me to fuck you hard?” Sehun said hoarsely. The room was beginning to smell like blood and decay, but that didn’t cease to make it any less arousing. Luhan was probably getting a high off of it.
Luhan nodded, words already beyond him. His eyes were closed and his hands ran mindlessly over the sheets, pulling at them and gripping them and scrunching them through clammy palms and fingers.
Sehun began to thrust aggressively, at just the angle he knew Luhan lost it, and he was rewarded with lovely, sobbing moans. “You like it rough, don’t you?” he growled. “Like to have your ass full of cock.”
Luhan’s fingernails dug painfully into Sehun’s hands as they were planted close to his. He made an incoherent sound of agreement.
“But you like it best when it’s me,” Sehun said. He needed to hear Luhan say it. “Say it.”
“Yes,” Luhan managed to get out. “It’s always you, please, I need-”
Sehun leaned onto Luhan’s small body as heavily as he could, crushing him and pushing him forwards so that he was as deep inside him as he could possibly get. Luhan shrieked, his body thrashing.
Sehun didn’t slow down or let up, fucking Luhan with everything he had. Luhan was his, and Sehun wanted, no, needed him to know that. He slammed his cock into Luhan’s again and again, hitting his prostate more often than not, until Luhan’s voice started to crack from the screaming.
Luhan came unexpectedly; his entire body shaking with violent release, and the spasms of his muscles around Sehun’s dick were enough to push Sehun over the edge as well. He shouted Luhan’s name as he spilled himself deep inside of him, making sure to fill him up all the way.
When he had nothing left to give, Sehun collapsed on top of Luhan and kissed him lazily. “I love you,” he said.
“Love you too,” Luhan mumbled, sleep already overtaking him. He didn’t even twitch as Sehun pulled out and rolled to the side.
From his position, he could see the dead body lying half-assedly beside the bed, blood drenching the ugly carpeted floor. They’d have to take care of that at some point. Sehun knew it was odd, this game they played. He knew it was strange that he enjoyed watching his boyfriend have sex with other men; lifeless men, at times, when he shot them. But Luhan liked it too, and if anything ever changed, if Sehun started getting horribly jealous, or Luhan became uncomfortable, he knew they would stop.
But for now, the game would go on.
Chapters: Oneshot
Pairing: Sehun/Luhan
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut
Warnings: voyeurism, necrophilia
Summary: Sehun has a thing for watching other people fuck Luhan, then putting a bullet through their brain right before they climax.
a/n: why do i always write weird things omg. for the anon on tumblr who wanted powerbottom!luhan.. this is as feisty as I can make him s r y i tried.
“Luhan,” Sehun hissed through the bathroom door.
“Just a minute!”
“You said that five minutes ago.”
“Well, maybe I would move faster if you stopped interrupting me!”
Sehun sighed and sat down on their bed, resigned to waiting as long as he had to. He wasn’t sure why he was trying to do something about it; this happened every time they went out. It only took Sehun five minutes to comb his hair back and put on his standard clubbing outfit, but Luhan could have been using their bathroom to host a mini concert for all the time he spent in there.
To be fair though, the results were always worth it.
Luhan emerged, leaning against the doorway with a slight smirk as he let Sehun get a good look at him. Sehun sucked in a breath as his eyes swept over his boyfriend’s leanly muscled body, displayed in the outfit that Sehun had picked out: a very tight-fitting dark green t-shirt and black pants that looked like they were painted on. Luhan’s golden hair framed his face beautifully and fell innocently into his eyes, just the way Sehun liked. He wore a simple gold bracelet on his left wrist, as well as a bit of eyeliner, completing the look of someone on the prowl.
Sehun stood and drew him into a heated kiss, which Luhan returned enthusiastically. He ran his hands down Luhan’s sides to rest at his slim hips.
“Are you wearing it?” Sehun asked.
“Of course.”
Sehun slid his right hand down further, over Luhan’s ass, until his fingers found the base of the plug that was small enough not to interfere with Luhan’s movement while still keeping him open and ready for sex at any time. Sehun rocked it back and forth gently, nudging it against Luhan’s prostate, and Luhan moaned and rubbed his hardening cock against Sehun’s hip.
“You need to save that,” Sehun said. “You have quite the night ahead of you.”
“Oh really?” Luhan asked, and kissed Sehun’s neck as he pressed even harder against him. “How many?”
Sehun pretended to think, even though they both knew he’d already decided. “Three.”
Luhan drew back a little. “Three?”
Sehun usually only had him do one in a single night, and he’d never had him do more than two. But two wouldn’t be enough for Sehun tonight, apparently.
Looking unsure, Luhan said, “I don’t know if I can-”
“You don’t have to come. Just make sure they do…almost.” When Luhan continued to seem hesitant, Sehun teased, “What, you don’t think you can pull three men in one night?”
Luhan glared at him, overcome by something along the lines of insulted pride. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
“Then it shouldn’t be much of a problem.” He pulled Luhan close to him again and spoke into his ear. “It’s what you want, anyways. Fucking cockslut. More people to worship you, to end while succumbing to the feeling of being inside you.”
That wasn’t actually true. Luhan fucking multiple other men and having them ended right at their peak was Sehun’s kink, not Luhan’s. But Luhan did get quite the kick out of making Sehun so ecstatic. Maybe he was a tad bit of a necrophiliac. Maybe.
Sehun gave Luhan a brief kiss on the lips. “Ready?”
“Where to this time? Some cheap bar?”
“No. Helios.”
*
When Sehun and Luhan had first started playing this game, they had gone to clubs for the younger audience, with flashing lights and cheap drinks and the like. But now, after finding it too messy to navigate through teenage hormones and excessive drunken stupor, they preferred the more high-end places with less people (and therefore less overall trouble).
They had considered going to bars, instead, but there weren’t enough distractions or packs of people to diffuse the dramatic finale of their main events. They did switch clubs every time, however, or came back to old ones after a good amount of time had passed (and the aftermath had been cleared up).
Now they stood in front of one of Seoul’s most exclusive clubs, getting their pockets checked and their I.D.’s approved. Once they were inside, Sehun took Luhan’s phone (there was no space for it in his skin-hugging attire) and looked over the crowd of people who were already present. Thankfully, the music wasn’t too loud, and the bodies weren’t too packed together.
He kissed Luhan’s cheek and surreptitiously squeezed his ass, not wanting the others to know that Luhan had a boyfriend accompanying him.
“I’ll be watching,” he whispered, winking him goodbye.
Luhan shivered. Sehun backed away against the darkness of the surrounding walls, and made himself seem as inconspicuous as possible so as not to interfere with Luhan’s performance. He was definitely not in the mood to get hit on by a bartender again and have to abort their mission.
Luhan lifted his chin, relaxed his shoulders, and sauntered across the room towards the bar. He seemed to radiate sensuality and a confidence, which was exactly what he had. The dim lights made his skin glow and his hair shine, emphasizing his divine and almost otherworldly beauty.
As usual, every head in the place turned towards him. Some of the men looked lustful, some girls jealous, and some just looked both at once. Luhan didn’t notice nor care, lounging against the bar with a sufficiently undaunted air around him that Sehun knew was all an act. Luhan thrived on this kind of attention, and relished in it the way a gourmand chef enjoyed reviewing a Michelin star restaurant.
Luhan was soon besieged by pursuers competing for the chance to buy him a drink. Sehun adjusted his pants as he felt them become tighter from a rush of blood flowing south. He didn’t know why watching Luhan with other men made his sexual desire surpass his jealousy, but it always did. He loved seeing how desirable his boyfriend was, how he made men fall over themselves and others just to please him, especially knowing that the only person Luhan would go home with at the end of the night was him. Sehun was the only person Luhan was willing to share not just his body, but his life with.
Of course, the game had certain rules. Luhan only had sex with strangers, people that had no ties to either of them whatsoever, and was never allowed to let the man come inside him before Sehun had pulled the trigger of his trusted Beretta 92, ending the man’s pleasure right before the pinnacle of its consummation. The men were never told that Sehun was watching before the bullet was through their brain, and most importantly, Luhan didn’t choose which of the many hopefuls he would fuck. Sehun did.
Discretely placed on Luhan’s body was a wireless transmitter, which allowed what he was saying to be heard by Sehun through a piece in his ear. It also allowed Sehun to signal to Luhan his accord or discord concerning what he was about to do through small vibrations. Two for yes and one for no.
Sehun studied the men flocking around Luhan, but none of them were much to his liking. He found it most arousing to watch Luhan have sex with the handsome, muscular types; carrying a bit of stubble or so. whether that was because he found it less threatening to see Luhan with men who looked vastly unlike himself or because he just liked the aesthetics of his pretty, aristocratic boyfriend getting fucked by much more rugged men, he didn’t know. It was probably a little of both.
Through the transmitter, Sehun heard Luhan take a small, sharp breath. Sehun looked to see which of the men had gotten Luhan’s attention, and his eyes immediately fell on a handsome, dark-skinned man who had just approached the bar. Luhan had a thing for dark skin; he practically went into heat every time he was around someone who looked sun-kissed, and Sehun wasn’t really sure why.
Sehun snorted in amusement and gave that one a pass. No way was he going to let Luhan have that one. He wasn’t Sehun’s type. Once for no.
He saw the dark-skinned male slip away eventually as Luhan was made to ignore him, focusing instead on another approaching male. This man really was incredibly attractive, and he had exactly the kind of build Sehun had been looking for. He rubbed his index finger over his ear piece, making Luhan’s transmitter vibrate twice to signal his approval.
Luhan turned all the others away and let the man, who had a slight foreign accent and introduced himself as Alek, buy him a drink. They talked for a few minutes, during which Sehun quickly became bored. He pressed his thumb against the ear piece again.
Luhan jerked at the unpleasant sensation of the continuous vibrations, and his eyes flickered briefly over to where Sehun was standing before returning to Alek. He put a hand on the man’s knee.
“Aren’t you going to ask me to dance?” he asked, voice low and suggestive.
“Would you like to?”
Luhan smiled and slid his hand up Alek’s thigh. “I’d love to.”
Alek picked Luhan’s hand up and kissed the back of it, then stood and led him out onto the dance floor. Sehun followed, keeping against the dark wall but making sure that Luhan was always in his direct line of sight.
Sehun hated to dance in a group of others. Although he had left behind his adolescent clumsiness in every area of his life, dancing in a crowd was not his forte. Other people tended to get in the way, and his personal space got invaded. Luhan, however, was an incredible dancer among people, and Sehun enjoyed watching him.
Alek proved to be quite capable himself, and Sehun leaned against the wall as his cock took interest in the situation again. They looked good together, olive coloured skin against porcelain, Alek’s broad shoulders and large muscles a flattering counterpoint to Luhan’s sleek form fitting right in front of him. Sehun was far from the only man watching them dance.
Luhan turned in Alek’s arms so that his back was pressing against the man’s front, guiding his hands to rest on his hips as he shamelessly pushed back. Sehun gave his dick a gentle squeeze through his pants, absolutely sure nobody was paying attention to him.
Alek chuckled, slipping one hand under Luhan’s shirt to glide over his stomach. “Well you’re certainly not shy,” he said teasingly.
Luhan leaned his head against Alek’s shoulder and looked up. “My boyfriend’s out of town on business.” He gestured for Alek to bend his head down, as if he were going to tell him a secret, then he whispered into his ear, “I haven’t been fucked in ages.”
Sehun raised his eyebrows. The boyfriend card was risky to play. Some men just couldn’t bring themselves to sleep with someone they knew were in a relationship, no matter how attracted they were to Luhan. The possible reward was that a lot of men became more interested when they thought Luhan was cheating on his boyfriend, and that the sex would be a lot hotter.
Fortunately, Alek fell into the latter category, because there was a spark of lust in his eyes. Luhan was a good judge of this kind of thing, Sehun would give him that.
“Boyfriend, hm?” Alek turned Luhan back around and pulled him snug against his body. “Does he know you go to clubs without him?”
Luhan wound his arms around Alek’s neck. “Of course not. He’d be so angry.”
Alek liked that as well, and he leaned down to kiss Luhan deeply. Luhan kissed him back without hesitation, rubbing up against him like the feline thing he was. Sehun let out a low moan at the sight. His boyfriend sure was some piece of work.
As they kissed, Alek’s hands slid down to Luhan’s ass, squeezing it hard. He broke the kiss when he noticed the base of the plug, his eyes wide with surprise and dark with arousal. “You’re so ready for this, aren’t you?” he said hoarsely.
“You have no idea,” Luhan said. “Don’t you want to fuck me?”
“Here?”
“Yes. Now.”
Alek looked as if Christmas or Hanukkah or whatever he celebrated had come early, and followed obediently as Luhan pulled him towards the back corridors that led to the many rooms the club had arranged for ‘private encounters’. Of course, there were plenty of people who never made it to the rooms at all, opting to fuck in the corridors themselves. Sehun sent brief buzzes to Luhan’s transmitter to let him know that was what he wanted to see, then he followed close behind them until he had them in view again, keeping himself hidden, of course.
Luhan stopped, pulling Alek into a passionate kiss against the wall. He moved his hands to the man’s pants, undoing his belt.
“You don’t want a room?” Alek asked, panting.
“I can’t wait that long, I need you now.”
Sehun didn’t speak whatever language Alek spoke, but he knew lustful cursing when he heard it. He rubbed his cock slowly through his pants, trying to keep his breathing under control while he watched Luhan turn around and put his hands on the wall, spreading his legs in blatant invitation. They were far down a hallway were it was rather dark; a perfect location. Alek undid Luhan’s pants and slid them down to his knees.
“You’re quite a naughty boy,” he said, grasping the base of the plug and giving it a few shallow prods.
Luhan moaned and arched his back. “You have no idea,” he said. He turned his head to the side, looking directly at Sehun, who was hidden in the shadows around a corner. Even in the low light, Sehun could see that his pupils were blown, and his straining cock was dripping pre-come onto the wall and floor.
The music was so faint now. They were far away from other people. The corridor was deserted.
He gave Luhan another wave of vibration, just to reassure him that he was watching. Luhan moaned again, louder this time.
“Please,” Luhan breathed to Alek. “Please, it’s been so long, I need it now-”
The man’s groan at Luhan’s eagerness covered up Sehun’s own. Alek withdrew the lubricated plug and slipped it into his pocket before practically ripping open his own trousers to get out his generously-sized dick. He gripped Luhan’s hips and thrust inside him with one smooth motion.
Luhan took a long, slightly shaky breath, as he always did at the moment of penetration. That sound alone was sometimes enough to bring Sehun to the edge if he wasn’t careful. He forced himself to keep the movements of his hand slow and steady, his cock still trapped uncomfortably in his jeans. He liked to postpone his orgasm as long as possible when they played the game, and he didn’t want to come this early.
Rocking leisurely inside Luhan, Alek murmured to him, “How do you like it?”
“Rough,” Luhan said. “Give it to me hard.”
That was exactly what the man wanted to hear. He put his hands over Luhan’s, pinning them to the wall and covering his slim body with his own muscular one as he began to thrust hard and fast, slamming his hips against Luhan’s ass mercilessly.
“Yes,” Luhan moaned, pushing back into every slam. Sehun could tell from his movements that Luhan wanted to spread his legs wider, and was frustrated by the tight pants around his thighs. The thought made Sehun’s cock jump, and he stopped touching himself for fear of coming too soon.
He tore his eyes away from the delicious sight to calm down a bit and found that he now wasn’t the only one enjoying the show. Fuck. Several of the other people that had stepped out from rooms were watching, even those who were otherwise engaged. One man who was standing a few meters from Luhan and Alek wasn’t even trying to hide it; he had his cock out and was blatantly jerking off with his eyes glued to the show.
Sehun liked to watch other men watching Luhan almost as much as he liked to watch Luhan himself. He did experience a rush of powerful, possessive pride. His boyfriend was the sexiest, most beautiful person in existence, and Sehun wanted everyone to see it. But not now. There was something else he wanted more, and he couldn’t go through with it if there was an audience. They’d have to let this one go.
He turned his attention back to Luhan, who was being properly fucked against the dingy club wall, his unrestrained moans echoing through the corridor, mixed with Alek’s deep grunts and the tantalizing sound of skin slapping against skin.
“Does your boyfriend fuck you like this?” Alek asked, his voice low and rough.
“Never,” Luhan gasped.
Sehun smirked. If he’d been the one doing the fucking, Luhan wouldn’t even have been able to form words.
Alek moved one of his hands to tug on Luhan’s cock, and Sehun took that as his cue to start rubbing his finger repeatedly against his earpiece, sending a short but powerful vibration to Luhan’s device that told him this was as far as he could go. Nobody was allowed to climax for Luhan. And Sehun himself couldn’t stop it this time. Luhan’s cries soon died down, and Alek slowed his speed as he noticed how unresponsive he was becoming.
Alek turned Luhan’s face to his with difficulty, shakily asking, “What’s wrong?”
Luhan had been quicker than Sehun had expected, and there were already small streams of tears down his cheeks. Being the good actor he was, Luhan look down, answering in a quiet voice, “I…I just…”
Alek pulled out of Luhan then, his muscles relaxing. He was one of the compassionate ones, thank god. At least some things were in their favor tonight.
Luhan sniffled and mumbled, “Sorry,” looking vulnerable and small where he stood, compared to the sex vixen from before.
Alek, who had been so close to coming, had somehow managed to calm himself to find out what was the matter. “Did I do something to hurt you?”
Luhan shook his head. “No…no, it’s just that…I don’t know, I shouldn’t have done this, I’m sorry. My boyfriend…”
Despite looking sexually frustrated as hell, somehow Alek bit the bait and his spent and blown eyes seemed to soften up. “Oh…it’s alright. We don’t need to keep going if you don’t want to…”
Luhan smiled weakly up at him, quickly pulling his pants up and buttoning them. “Thank you.”
Alek gave Luhan one final kiss before Luhan could say anything. “I hope that your boyfriend appreciates you properly.”
Luhan looked baffled for a second, but after coming to his senses he smiled awkwardly up at the man.
Alek left him alone to go back to the club, and Luhan rested against the wall again, on his back this time. He looked towards Sehun and raised his eyebrow. Sehun wanted to touch him so badly, but it wasn’t time for that yet.
Luhan smiled slightly and let his eyes wander over the other men in the corridor. Most of those who had been watching him earlier had returned their attention to their own activities, but the man who was jerking off -who had come when Luhan had started crying- was still staring at him. When Luhan looked his way, the man started to make his way towards him, but Luhan gave him such a withering glare that he stopped and backtracked in shame.
Sehun already knew who he wanted Luhan to have next. He waited until Luhan’s gaze fell on the right man, then gave him the sign.
Luhan did a double-take, then turned his glare in Sehun’s direction. Sehun buzzed his receiver twice again. Luhan looked back at the man, who was tall, lanky, and had some oddly shaven hipster beard that went with a pair of black ear gauges.
“Absolutely not,” he said under his breath.
Sehun buzzed him again. The man looked a lot like someone they’d met before…the man who worked on their plumbing from time to time who constantly had a bad cough. He wasn’t bad looking. Something deep inside Sehun’s gut tingled pleasantly at the thought of watching him fuck his boyfriend. He’d had fantasies about the man and Luhan together, but he knew he’d never be able to stand it in real life even if they hardly knew him. This guy was close enough to him that it was arousing but not threatening.
When Sehun didn’t let up, Luhan shook his wrist in irritation at the sting. “You’re sick,” he muttered before pushing off the wall and heading in the man’s direction.
Sehun didn’t care much about his protests. If Luhan had been seriously uncomfortable about having sex with the man, he would have said it out straight. He just liked to be difficult.
Their plumber lookalike was absorbed in watching a man fingering a busty woman further down the hall. Sehun wasn’t concerned with whether he was gay or not. Everyone who met Luhan decidedly turned a little gay.
“Hi,” Luhan purred.
The man was so shocked by Luhan’s touch and his flirtatious tone that his jaw dropped a little, free porn in the hallway forgotten.
“Uh…hi,” he said cautiously, perhaps wondering why someone so pretty was talking to him.
Luhan lightly ran his hand from the man’s collarbone to just above his waistband. “You look lonely.”
“I-um...maybe.”
Inching his hand down so that it rested on the man’s belt buckle, Luhan said, “If you want, I can help you with that.”
The man’s eyes widened. “You…y-you what?”
Luhan worked the buckle open smoothly with one hand. He leaned in and whispered, “I’ve been wanting some cock in me all night.”
“Fuck.” The man’s stunned expression obviously showed that he couldn’t quite believe this was happening to him and thought he might be having some lucid dream or acid trip.
Sehun grinned. He loved it when Luhan went full-on slut.
Luhan leaned forward and glued his mouth to the man’s, pressing up against him with small whines. When Luhan pulled away to catch his breath, the man took more initiative and ended the kiss with a bite to his lip.
“Do you want to get a room?” The man asked.
“Yeah,” Luhan moaned, holding onto him.
Sehun followed them into the corridor as they headed to look for an empty room. He was good at going unnoticed, and he smiled when Luhan intentionally left the door ajar as they claimed a room to themselves. Sehun stood outside and peaked in, the two males falling onto the bed, kissing and groping.
“What’s your name?” Luhan asked in between kisses, his lips already red and sore.
“Why?”
“I want to know what I should be shouting when your big cock pounds inside me, making me come all over.”
The man gulped at Luhan’s vivid description, choking out “Kang.”
“Kang,” Luhan repeated, running his hand up through the man’s hair.
Kang stripped off Luhan’s shirt and ran his hands over his chest and stomach. “Your skin is so pretty,” he said. “Like milk.”
Luhan smiled and soon they quickly divested themselves of the rest of their clothing, allowing Sehun to feast his eyes on a mouth-watering expanse of his boyfriend’s bare flesh. The man, Kang, had quite defined muscles despite what it had looked like in his t-shirt, but moved with a slightly hesitant and awkward refinement, that contradicted Luhan’s own.
Kang reached behind Luhan’s ass and felt it already wet and stretched. “You like being fucked, huh?” he said as he sunk a finger in experimentally, as if wondering if he was really allowed to.
Luhan, who was kneeling against his chest, gave a little gasp and spread his legs wider. “Yeah.”
“Damn.”
The man pressed a kiss against his shoulder as he laid Luhan down against the sheets of the bed, moving in between his pale thighs. He spread the cheeks of Luhan’s ass wide and seemed to give in to his primal guidance as he began to ease himself in the already prepped entrance.
Luhan breathed in shakily at the slow penetration, and Sehun had to clench his teeth to keep back his groan. All restraint forgotten, he dropped his hand to his cock and began to rub it furiously through his pants. He didn’t dare take it out; not when they were this close. He had to keep his focus; had to savor every moment of the crescendo.
As Kang set a measured, unhurried pace, the room was filled with the sounds of sex: moans of pleasure, wet sucking noises, the slap of flesh against flesh. Kang didn’t seem like too much of an inexperienced man after all.
Luhan was now almost frantic from the lack of release that night, and he rocked up against Kang, his sighs and gasps muted by the man’s lips. Kang rubbed Luhan’s nipples while he fucked him, making him even harder to silence.
When Sehun had regained his wits a little, he trailed his hand down to his pocket where he felt the hard lump he was looking for; itching to touch.
Kang suddenly pulled away from Luhan’s mouth, and Sehun’s spent cock twitched at the noise of protest Luhan made.
“Fuck, I’m so close,” Kang said breathlessly as thrust hard and deep, his muscles contracted.
“Mmm, yes, come in me,” Luhan moaned, holding onto the man’s shoulders. He screamed the other’s name a couple times, before Sehun knew that soon it would be his turn to shine.
Watching Luhan filled so enthusiastically with cock with that rapturous expression and his face still dripping sweat made Sehun’s cock throb again. God, when they got home he was going to fuck Luhan so hard he would never be able to stand.
He wound his hand around the cold metal and pulled it out of his jacket, fingering the safety and pulling it back as he stuck the muzzle of it in past the door. His aim was perfect, and he was feeling such a rush already. Soon, Luhan would no longer be screaming that man’s name. Soon, that man would no longer be breathing; heart no longer beating, no longer of the living. It thrilled him so much, his cock was leaking in his pants.
With his finger on the trigger, he took one last look at Luhan being fucked into oblivion, careful to calculate how close the man seemed to coming. When he looked like he was about to blow, about to growl and surrender to the clutches of Luhan’s tight muscles, Sehun pulled the trigger.
The silencer did its job, making the bullet somewhat quiet in its path to penetrating Kang’s skull. It was over so fast that it barely felt like it had happened at all, but Luhan shrieked when Kang’s body fell on top of him, pinning him there. Sehun stood still for a few moments, taking in the high of homicide and breathing deeply in his fierce arousal.
“You’re very good at playing the jealous lover,” Luhan said after a while from the bed with a grin playing at his face, still out of breath and crushed under the weight of the dead man atop him.
“And you’re very good at playing the desperate slut.” Sehun moved closer to the bed, amusement fading to be replaced with burning desire. “Although it’s not all playing on your part, is it?”
Luhan shrugged, his eyes tracking Sehun’s every movement. Sehun had sat down on the bed, placing a hand on the dead body. Luhan writhed under it, moaning at the feeling of the dick still inside him, rapidly turning cold.
“Don’t you dare pull him out,” Sehun said, casting a stern glance his way.
Luhan moaned again, trying to get it out or get friction or just something. In the depths of his mind he couldn’t help that he felt aroused, that is made him harder just thinking that he was impaled on a dead man’s dick. As he smelled the gun powder from Sehun holding the gun up to him, he felt his mind blur and himself rocking down under the body that was draped over him.
“Fuck yourself on him until you come. Fuck yourself on the dead man’s cock because you’re that much of a slut.”
And Luhan did, letting his body move by itself as the smell of sex and blood and staleness infiltrated his senses, his hips rocking with all the might they could under the straining weight of the corpse. Kang’s sweat slicked skin was slowly turning cold, and Luhan felt himself nearing orgasm, Sehun watching him and encouraging him to do such a nasty, nasty, revolting thing tipping him over the edge.
He came hard, his toes curling and his mouth open, clenching around the dick of the body that was no longer even alive, his face red and strained. He panted, harshly coming down from his frenzy while he prayed that blood from the man’s head hadn’t stained him during their movement.
Sehun nodded in approval, and only then did he decide to help Luhan push the heavy body off, Luhan wincing as the dick slid out of his horribly sore hole.
“Damnit, he already came inside you,” Sehun seethed, watching a small flow of white run out of his hole and down his thighs.
Luhan shrugged, “Not fully…only a little. You used to be better at this.”
“Fuck, I shouldn’t have let him pleasure you for so long. How does it feel to have a dead man’s come inside you, you filthy slut?”
Luhan frowned. “Hey, don’t take your anger out on me. It’s not my fault you were too busy jacking off to pull the trigger on that damn thing.”
Without warning, Sehun grabbed Luhan’s ankles and yanked hard, forcing Luhan flat on his stomach and pulling him forward so his ass was sticking up. He used his grasp on Luhan’s ankles to push his legs far apart, putting his well-used hole on display; Kang’s come still trickling down his skin.
“What am I going to do with you?” Sehun sighed, tracing some of it with his finger.
Luhan didn’t try to get away or even to close his legs, looking back at Sehun with need and want displayed on his face. “Remind me why you’re the only man who can ever truly satisfy me?”
Overcome by Luhan’s words, Sehun accidentally gripped his ankles too tightly, and Luhan flinched.
“Sorry,” Sehun muttered as he let go. “I just…you’re so…” He couldn’t find a way to adequately express what he was feeling, so he lowered himself on top of Luhan and pulled his face back to kiss him heatedly.
Luhan pushed his ass back against Sehun’s clothed crotch, while Sehun kissed his way down Luhan’s neck and over his shoulder, liking the feeling of Luhan’s naked body against his own fully-clothed one.
“Sehun,” Luhan said softly. “Sehun, take me home.”
“I can’t wait that long…please, baby, can you come again?” Sehun asked, unzipping his pants and getting out of them, one hand splayed on Luhan’s bare back.
“Yes.”
“Are you sure?” Sehun reached down with one hand to stroke Luhan’s hole. “You haven’t had enough dick for one night?”
Luhan looked back at him seriously. “I’ve never had enough until it’s you,” he said, and tugged Sehun’s head down for another kiss.
Sehun closed his eyes, surrendering to the heaven of Luhan’s touch and taste; living and warm and fleshy. He needed to fuck Luhan now, needed to reclaim him, needed to prove that of the men Luhan had had tonight, he was the only one allowed to have him fully. He needed to erase Kang’s release and replace it with his own.
Luhan was still well-stretched from his previous encounters, so Sehun just slipped a couple digits inside him to finger the lingering come that was still inside. He couldn’t resist a few teasing strokes against his prostate, and Luhan pushed up into his hand with a desperate moan.
Sehun was the only one who Luhan fucked with love. There were no odd lusts or weird kinks between them when they flat out fucked, just intensity and eye contact and breath-taking kisses. Sehun savoured that knowledge as he pushed inside, reveling in being properly wanted by Luhan; really needed.
Luhan’s shuddering inhalation made Sehun lose control, and he shoved his hips forward forcefully. Luhan cried out and tightened around him.
“Want me to fuck you hard?” Sehun said hoarsely. The room was beginning to smell like blood and decay, but that didn’t cease to make it any less arousing. Luhan was probably getting a high off of it.
Luhan nodded, words already beyond him. His eyes were closed and his hands ran mindlessly over the sheets, pulling at them and gripping them and scrunching them through clammy palms and fingers.
Sehun began to thrust aggressively, at just the angle he knew Luhan lost it, and he was rewarded with lovely, sobbing moans. “You like it rough, don’t you?” he growled. “Like to have your ass full of cock.”
Luhan’s fingernails dug painfully into Sehun’s hands as they were planted close to his. He made an incoherent sound of agreement.
“But you like it best when it’s me,” Sehun said. He needed to hear Luhan say it. “Say it.”
“Yes,” Luhan managed to get out. “It’s always you, please, I need-”
Sehun leaned onto Luhan’s small body as heavily as he could, crushing him and pushing him forwards so that he was as deep inside him as he could possibly get. Luhan shrieked, his body thrashing.
Sehun didn’t slow down or let up, fucking Luhan with everything he had. Luhan was his, and Sehun wanted, no, needed him to know that. He slammed his cock into Luhan’s again and again, hitting his prostate more often than not, until Luhan’s voice started to crack from the screaming.
Luhan came unexpectedly; his entire body shaking with violent release, and the spasms of his muscles around Sehun’s dick were enough to push Sehun over the edge as well. He shouted Luhan’s name as he spilled himself deep inside of him, making sure to fill him up all the way.
When he had nothing left to give, Sehun collapsed on top of Luhan and kissed him lazily. “I love you,” he said.
“Love you too,” Luhan mumbled, sleep already overtaking him. He didn’t even twitch as Sehun pulled out and rolled to the side.
From his position, he could see the dead body lying half-assedly beside the bed, blood drenching the ugly carpeted floor. They’d have to take care of that at some point. Sehun knew it was odd, this game they played. He knew it was strange that he enjoyed watching his boyfriend have sex with other men; lifeless men, at times, when he shot them. But Luhan liked it too, and if anything ever changed, if Sehun started getting horribly jealous, or Luhan became uncomfortable, he knew they would stop.
But for now, the game would go on.