[fic] Birthday Blowjob (Sehun/Tao) 1/1
i don't know what the fuck this is i wrote it in like 20 minutes flat doN'T READ IT (happy fucking birthday, oh sehun. ♥)
title: Birthday Blowjob
rating: nc-17
warning: i don't know what this is i'm sORRY?????? also swearing yay
summary: it's sehun's birthday, so tao sucks his dick.
“Shut up so I can suck your dick already, jesus.”
A waspish smile twists at pink lips, and Sehun sneers playfully down at his boyfriend, “I’m not stopping you.” He’s in his bed, propped against his pillows (and someone else’s, but shh, don’t tell them) and his pants are on the floor with his shirt (expensive, designer brand that Wufan gifted to him just earlier that day) pushed all the way up to his armpits.
Tao sends him a dark look through half-lid eyes that are dark with lust, a hand curled loosely around Sehun’s cock. Laughter bubbles forth from him once more, and honestly, he doesn’t even remember what he said that has Tao up in arms. How can he when he’s chasing the phantom feeling of a hot mouth through clenched fingers.
Rolling his eyes, Tao opens his mouth and chases his fist down to the base of Sehun’s cock. There is a knowing look in his eyes as he hums and retreats, tongue tracing the underside and flicking at the glans before going down again. Usually Tao doesn’t like giving head, something about how Sehun’s diet is atrocious (and can you please trim that shit?) but since it’s his birthday, he’s conceded and deemed it the perfect gift.
Well, he’s not wrong-Tao is really good at sucking dick.
Sehun throws his head back with a moan, mindful of the wall behind him, and curls his fingers through bleach blond hair as Tao works at him with mouth and hand. There isn’t a part of him that’s left untouched as Tao swallows around the head of his cock, fingers playing with his sac and then lower against his tightly furled opening. It’s instinct, the way Sehun’s legs spread themselves wider and the way his hips stutter and jerk against the two sources of pleasure. Tao is always so, so good to him like this and Sehun should be embarrassed by how fast Tao can make him come but he’s not.
Sehun gets louder and louder as he approaches his orgasm, body going tight and hands grasping tightly at the sheets, and it’s then Tao knows to pull away and stroke him through it. He doesn’t like swallowing, and he almost makes an exception for Sehun but has a better idea instead, eyes closed as hot splashes of cum land all over his face.
“Oh fuck!” Sehun cries out, letting out a shuddering, gasping moan as he paints Tao’s face with his spunk. It’s the hottest fucking thing he’s seen and he thinks it’s the greatest birthday present he’s ever gotten.
Warmth fills him and he relaxes into the bed, post-orgasm haze swirling through him. Tao gets out of bed to clean his face off, and the second he returns Sehun pulls him close and tries to kiss him. Tao shoves him away much to his chagrin, protesting about how he’d just had dick in his mouth and gross don’t kiss me.
“Prissy bitch,” Sehun mutters, but not without fond amusement, slides a hand into Tao’s sweatpants to stroke him to orgasm. Tao comes embarrassingly fast as well, and he’s just as loud if not louder than Sehun, but at least he’s smart enough to muffle the souths with a mouthful of Sehun’s pretty throat.
Tao goes still in his arms and body slack against Sehun, almost a deadweight, and he takes slow, deep breaths as he returns to himself. “Happy fucking birthday, jerkwad,” he utters, and there’s no heat, just lethargy in his words.
Sehun laughs at him and manages to sneak that kiss, dick breath be damned. Tao makes a face and peels himself away, flattening the hair on his head that Sehun had so carelessly ruined.
“So.” Sehun pulls down his shirt and finds his pants again. “I think it’s time for birthday cake.”
“Okay, fine,” Tao acquiesces, “but I’ve gotta brush my teeth first.”
It’s Sehun’s turn to roll his eyes this time.
title: Birthday Blowjob
rating: nc-17
warning: i don't know what this is i'm sORRY?????? also swearing yay
summary: it's sehun's birthday, so tao sucks his dick.
“Shut up so I can suck your dick already, jesus.”
A waspish smile twists at pink lips, and Sehun sneers playfully down at his boyfriend, “I’m not stopping you.” He’s in his bed, propped against his pillows (and someone else’s, but shh, don’t tell them) and his pants are on the floor with his shirt (expensive, designer brand that Wufan gifted to him just earlier that day) pushed all the way up to his armpits.
Tao sends him a dark look through half-lid eyes that are dark with lust, a hand curled loosely around Sehun’s cock. Laughter bubbles forth from him once more, and honestly, he doesn’t even remember what he said that has Tao up in arms. How can he when he’s chasing the phantom feeling of a hot mouth through clenched fingers.
Rolling his eyes, Tao opens his mouth and chases his fist down to the base of Sehun’s cock. There is a knowing look in his eyes as he hums and retreats, tongue tracing the underside and flicking at the glans before going down again. Usually Tao doesn’t like giving head, something about how Sehun’s diet is atrocious (and can you please trim that shit?) but since it’s his birthday, he’s conceded and deemed it the perfect gift.
Well, he’s not wrong-Tao is really good at sucking dick.
Sehun throws his head back with a moan, mindful of the wall behind him, and curls his fingers through bleach blond hair as Tao works at him with mouth and hand. There isn’t a part of him that’s left untouched as Tao swallows around the head of his cock, fingers playing with his sac and then lower against his tightly furled opening. It’s instinct, the way Sehun’s legs spread themselves wider and the way his hips stutter and jerk against the two sources of pleasure. Tao is always so, so good to him like this and Sehun should be embarrassed by how fast Tao can make him come but he’s not.
Sehun gets louder and louder as he approaches his orgasm, body going tight and hands grasping tightly at the sheets, and it’s then Tao knows to pull away and stroke him through it. He doesn’t like swallowing, and he almost makes an exception for Sehun but has a better idea instead, eyes closed as hot splashes of cum land all over his face.
“Oh fuck!” Sehun cries out, letting out a shuddering, gasping moan as he paints Tao’s face with his spunk. It’s the hottest fucking thing he’s seen and he thinks it’s the greatest birthday present he’s ever gotten.
Warmth fills him and he relaxes into the bed, post-orgasm haze swirling through him. Tao gets out of bed to clean his face off, and the second he returns Sehun pulls him close and tries to kiss him. Tao shoves him away much to his chagrin, protesting about how he’d just had dick in his mouth and gross don’t kiss me.
“Prissy bitch,” Sehun mutters, but not without fond amusement, slides a hand into Tao’s sweatpants to stroke him to orgasm. Tao comes embarrassingly fast as well, and he’s just as loud if not louder than Sehun, but at least he’s smart enough to muffle the souths with a mouthful of Sehun’s pretty throat.
Tao goes still in his arms and body slack against Sehun, almost a deadweight, and he takes slow, deep breaths as he returns to himself. “Happy fucking birthday, jerkwad,” he utters, and there’s no heat, just lethargy in his words.
Sehun laughs at him and manages to sneak that kiss, dick breath be damned. Tao makes a face and peels himself away, flattening the hair on his head that Sehun had so carelessly ruined.
“So.” Sehun pulls down his shirt and finds his pants again. “I think it’s time for birthday cake.”
“Okay, fine,” Tao acquiesces, “but I’ve gotta brush my teeth first.”
It’s Sehun’s turn to roll his eyes this time.