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THE LONG AWAITED THIRD INSTALLATION OF THE INKED/KINKED SERIES!!!!!
breathplay, s&m themes, bondage ye
“Daddy misses you” was the last thing Sehun expected to hear when he answered his phone.
He should have known something was up when the name “Lu Han” flitted across the screen, a name he hadn’t seen or heard in weeks and didn’t think he’d ever see or hear again. In fact, he meant to delete Lu Han from his contacts once it was apparent that that encounter was a one-time thing -- which he was kind of happy for, because that relationship he unknowingly pushed himself into seemed very much like one he didn’t want to remain any part of.
He’s not even sure why he answered the phone -- curiosity, perhaps? -- but it’s too late to hang up and pretend he never picked up to begin with.
“Excuse me?” Sehun asks, and Lu Han laughs quietly.
“I said, Daddy misses you. You know, Jongin,” he replies, and the last syllable of his statement is accented with what sounds like a breathy moan. He hears Lu Han move the phone away from his face followed by a murmured, “Please, Daddy, wait...” and Sehun knows right away that the point of this phone call has no innocent means or end.
“Are you still there?” Lu Han says, his voice louder and closer now. Sehun mumbles in affirmation. “Daddy wants to arrange a playdate. The sooner, the better, he says. Are you up for it?”
Sehun is still trying to process Lu Han’s words when he hears Jongin in the background: “Why are you giving him a choice?”
“Shh,” Lu Han responds, and Sehun can’t help but take note of how the roles seemed to have changed since he last encountered them. “What’s your answer, Sehun?”
“Uh... yeah, sure,” he says, squeezing his eyes tight and thinking what the fuck what the fuck as soon as he speaks.
“How does tonight sound?” Lu Han asks, and Sehun hears him try and fail to stifle a moan.
“Sounds good,” Sehun says, sincerely this time. Being forced to picture what Jongin was inflicting on Lu Han at that very moment was pushing him closer and closer to the side of rejoicing in the fact that they gave him a call.
“Great,” Lu Han says, a smile in his voice. “Because I missed you, too. We never did get a chance to fuck, what with Daddy being so greedy last time...”
“I don’t think he can blame me,” Jongin says in the background, and Sehun silently agrees as he listens to them share a kiss.
“Okay, Sehun... we’ll see you soon. Try not to touch yourself until then.” The line clicks closed and Sehun’s phone flashes dark to light and reveals his home screen. He thinks of ways to busy himself and not get anxious for an indeterminate amount of time.
He’s got nothing.
Sehun’s about ready to believe that they called him for their own pleasure and weren’t intending on showing up when there’s a knock at the door. He glances at the clock that reads 11:06 as he goes to open the door. Even though he’s positive of who is on the other side, he takes a quick look through the peephole before he lets anyone in.
“I thought I was about to get stood up,” Sehun jokes as he stepped aside and let Lu Han and Jongin enter, trying not to worry about what was within the confines of the black duffle bag slung over Jongin’s shoulder.
“We had to prepare some things, gifts and such,” Jongin says. “We didn’t want to rush and skimp on the details.”
“Nice place,” Lu Han comments, glancing over his shoulder and smiling at Sehun. “I bet your mom pays for it.”
“My dad,” Sehun corrects then wishes he didn’t as Lu Han and Jongin chuckle. “Make yourselves at home.”
“You wouldn’t mind if we just got right to it, would you?” Jongin asks. “Some of these gifts are... time-sensitive, I guess that would be the correct way to put it. And since we kept you waiting, we’d hate to draw this out any longer that it already has been.”
“Th-that’s... totally fine,” Sehun says, trying to keep the eagerness out of his voice.
“Be a good host and show us to your room,” Lu Han says, smirking as Jongin puts a possessive arm around his waist and kisses his earlobe. With a nod, Sehun leads the way.
The first gift, Sehun quickly finds out, is Lu Han himself. Jongin gives Sehun exclusive permission to undress Lu Han, and he does, innocently at first -- the both of them giggling as Sehun tugs Lu Han’s shirt off over his head -- and then not so much, after Jongin allows Lu Han to touch Sehun and Lu Han immediately drags Sehun into a heated kiss. Sehun shoves him onto the bed as he jerks free Lu Han’s belt and button and fly and Jongin is kind enough to assist them by dragging Lu Han’s jeans down and off his legs and feet.
Lu Han moves to disrobe Sehun only to be greeted with a sharp Stop! from Jongin. Lu Han obediently drops his hands to the mattress then the weight on the bed shifts and Jongin’s hips are flush against Sehun’s ass and his hands begin to search.
With expert precision, and not without stealing a few harried grinds of his pelvis to Sehun’s ass, he undoes all of the mechanisms that keeps Sehun’s pants secured around his hips and pulls those off, too. “Take off your shirt,” Jongin orders with a certain aloofness, and Sehun pulls himself up and off of Lu Han long enough to obey.
With the two of them down to their underwear, Jongin says simply, “Show me how you’d fuck him,” and Sehun looks back quizzically at him. “What is there not to understand?”
“Do you actually want me to...?” Sehun’s skin grows hot as Lu Han giggles and Jongin rolls his eyes.
“It’s not that simple. I don’t let just anyone fuck my Lu Han. He deserves the best, and if what you show me looks second-rate, you’re done and we’re out of here.”
“Oh, Jongin,” Lu Han says with a laugh. “Don’t be so mean to him.” He reaches up for Sehun’s face and turns it to and down to him. “I want to see how you’d fuck me, too.”
Lu Han gestures for Sehun to get closer before he puts his hands on Sehun’s hips and grinds his own upward, nodding as if to ask Now do you understand? and Sehun nods in response. He only stops and lets Sehun take the lead when Jongin barks at him to stop.
“Go ahead,” Lu Han whispers soothingly. Sehun starts slowly, nervously, rolling his hips into Lu Han’s, his breath catching as the friction of his cock and the fabric swathing it sends shocks through his nerves.
“Is that really all you’ve got?” Jongin says, almost -- no, definitely -- tauntingly. Lu Han mouths Ignore him with a smile then lets off a moan that has Sehun tensing up all over. He starts to grind harder, faster, desperate for Lu Han to make that sound again and mean it. “That’s more like it.”
The sounds Lu Han makes are delicious, so much so that Sehun feels the need to kiss him so that he can taste them. Lu Han pulls his fingers through Sehun’s hair, clutching the sides of his face and moaning into his mouth as he bucks his hips up to meet Sehun’s. Suddenly, Lu Han breaks away from the kiss, his eyes squeezed tight, and starts chanting Jongin, Jongin, Jongin as if he’s forgotten all of his words and then manages a let him stop, please, I feel like I’m about to explode.
Sehun quickly backs off even though he’d rather not, and he takes in the sight of Lu Han’s heaving chest, skin blotched with red, his hands covering his face as flustered laughter flutters from his lips.
“Go ahead,” Jongin says to Sehun. “Take off his underwear. We’ve hidden another gift in there for you.”
“Please, hurry and do it,” Lu Han nearly whines, quivering now. Sehun hooks his fingers in the waistband of Lu Han’s briefs and pulls them down. The first thing he sees is that tattoo -- My daddy will kill you -- still as bold and alarming as ever. His cock lies hard against his groin, bright red and dressed in an imposing cockring that Sehun was shocked he hadn’t felt earlier.
“Now we can have some fun,” Jongin says, and it’s only then that Sehun and Lu Han realize he’d undressed and had been going through the bag he’d brought along. Lu Han whimpers as Jongin pulls out a mess of buckles and restraints, and Sehun has a million ideas going through his head. Are those for him? Are they for Lu Han? What if they’re for the both of them?
Jongin gives Sehun his answer when he slips two of the restraints around Lu Han’s wrists and fastens them to the loops in Sehun’s headboard. It isn’t until Jongin pulls Lu Han’s legs back to fasten his ankles to the bedposts that Sehun sees the glittering, flared bottom of a plug shoved deep inside of Lu Han.
So this is what he means by time-sensitive, Sehun muses.
Lu Han glowers up at Jongin with a look of quasi-fear in his eyes, all trussed up and exposed and unable to use his hands. Jongin smiles down at him and tauntingly rubs the tip of his cock against Lu Han’s lips, which purse and tighten shut to deny its entrance.
“Being insolent, are we? And to think, I was about to tell Sehun to take that cockring off...” Jongin chuckles as Lu Han whimpers. “Open your mouth. Sehun, you do the same.” Lu Han whimpers again and squirms as Sehun takes his sensitive cock into his hand and Jongin pushes through Lu Han’s lips. Lu Han finally concedes only to make a pained sound as Sehun takes him into his own mouth.
Sehun’s fingers find the crystal end of the plug in Lu Han’s ass, and out of curiosity, he taps it with the tip of his finger. He underestimates the intensity of the vibrations that have Lu Han moaning around Jongin’s cock, and Sehun thinks of how hypersensitive Lu Han must be there, having been stretched to his limit for what must have been hours at that point. That doesn’t stop him from gently grasping the flared based with hooked fingers and pulling it out just a bit; in fact, it encourages him to do so. Sehun glances up as he sucks Lu Han and fucks him slowly with the plug and sees Jongin staring down at him, a look of approval in his otherwise inexpressive eyes. Still focused on Jongin, Sehun takes Lu Han into his mouth completely, gagging only slightly as the tip of his cock brushes the back of his throat, and with a quick but steady yank, he pulls the plug out completely.
As soon as it happens, Jongin takes himself out of Lu Han’s mouth and storms down to where Sehun is, grabbing him by the hair and pulling him up until his face is level with his. “Did I tell you to do that?” Jongin hisses. Meanwhile, Lu Han is moaning and convulsing, the pull of his restrained legs and arms causing the bed to creak. “Acting without instruction, is that how you operate?”
“I just want to fuck him,” Sehun mumbles, and Jongin smirks.
“You want to? It’s not about what you want, it’s about what he wants.” Without taking his eyes off of Sehun, he says to Lu Han, “Do you want him to fuck you, baby? Daddy can’t give permission without you, darling.”
“Yes, please,” Lu Han shudders out, bright red from his chest right up. “I want him to fuck me, please, Daddy.”
“Don’t fuck this up,” Jongin says, and he accents it with a deep kiss, searching Sehun’s mouth with his tongue looking for traces of Lu Han. “If you hurt him, I’ll kill you this time.”
“I won’t hurt him,” Sehun whispers, and Jongin kisses him again. Watching them, Lu Han mutters a quiet fuck and moans aloud, partly to get their attention but mostly to show his approval. Jongin pulls away from Sehun, who, eyes still locked with Jongin’s, sinks his cock as far as it can go inside of Lu Han and listens to him groan and feels him tighten around him.
Sehun plants his hands on either side of Lu Han and fucks in and out of him shallowly, and suddenly the submissive nature painted across Lu Han’s face turns to one of demand and domination. “I didn’t wait this long for you to fuck me slowly,” he says through gritted teeth. “Fuck me hard.”
“Hit him for speaking out of turn,” Jongin commands from behind them.
Sehun looks away from Jongin to glance at Lu Han, who shows no sign of protest. Sehun looks back at Jongin, who stares daggers in return. “What are you waiting for?”
“Hit me,” Lu Han moans, and before the words can even leave his mouth, Sehun strikes him across the face. His head lolls to one side, the reddening handprint on his cheek glaring up at Sehun, and a sated laugh flutters from his lips.
Out of the corner of his eye, Sehun can see Jongin stroking himself to the events that unfold before him, and it gives Sehun some kind of sick pleasure to be the one helping him to get off.
“Jongin,” Lu Han groans, his voice broken into pieces with Sehun’s thrusts. “Jongin, he’s so much bigger than you are.” Sehun grows warm all over, slowing his momentum only momentarily in his embarrassment. “He’s so thick... I’ve never felt so full.”
“Shut him up,” Jongin growls, and when Sehun takes too long to find a way to keep Lu Han quiet, Jongin punishes him by pressing a finger into Sehun in a less-than-gentle manner. “Shut. Him. Up.”
“You don’t want to hear me talk about your tiny cock?” Lu Han taunts, and Sehun figures out right away that it’s another kink of theirs because Jongin isn’t small at all.
“Shut him up!”
Sehun swiftly puts a hand around Lu Han’s throat and gives it a warning squeeze. Lu Han tries to speak and Sehun squeezes tighter, doing this every time Lu Han attempts to open his mouth and speak out of turn once more. Eventually, Lu Han’s eyes begin to glaze over and he hurriedly lets go; Lu Han takes a deep breath and smiles, moaning in pleasure.
“Okay, that’s enough,” Jongin commands, wrapping an arm around Sehun’s waist and pulling him away from Lu Han. It’s Sehun’s turn to moan when Jongin starts finger-fucking his ass, hard, fast, unrelenting. He plunges the fingers deep and stops to push Sehun onto his knees and they walk together, connected like this, up the bed to Lu Han’s mouth. Without prompting, Lu Han begins to blow Sehun while Jongin continues to finger him.
“Forgive me for being so rough,” Jongin mumbles into Sehun’s ear, altering his moans just a bit as he puts two fingers from his free hand into his mouth, forcing him to suck on them. “But you’re going to thank me for it later.
With a few final thrusts of his fingers, he pulls them out of Sehun and begins to work on releasing Lu Han from his restraints.
Once Lu Han’s hands are free, he lets Sehun fall from his mouth, then sits up and smiles while Jongin undoes the ones around his ankles. “We’ve got one more gift for you... but it’s a gift for us, too. We hope you don’t mind sharing.”
Sehun doesn’t have time to come back with a witty retort about how a running theme of this menage a trois has been them sharing each other -- or, rather, Jongin and Sehun sharing Lu Han -- because Lu Han’s legs become free as well and Lu Han tackles Sehun to the bed, maneuvering their bodies so that Lu Han can comfortably straddle Sehun’s back.
Sehun prepares for the worst, so he’s presently surprised when Lu Han begins to massage his shoulders, rubbing small circles into the small of his neck with his thumbs. He bristles as Lu Han presses a tender kiss in the space between his thumbs and then brings his hands down Sehun’s sides, nimble fingers tracing his prominent costals.
“It’s always good to be properly relaxed before you get trussed,” Lu Han says in a voice so calm that the words don’t strike Sehun as strange until he looks to his right and sees Jongin holding thick ropes in his hands. “A bad cramp can ruin all of the fun.”
They start by wrapping the rope once, twice, three times around Sehun’s chest, then Lu Han takes over as he ties some sort of intricate knot and braids the ropes down his back. Jongin is in front of Sehun, gazing at him wordlessly, waiting for Lu Han to be finished with the back so that he can work on the front. Lu Han drapes his arms around Sehun’s middle to hand the ropes to Jongin, letting his hands drift to Sehun’s hips, across the prickly, stubbled skin above his cock.
Jongin gestures for Sehun to bend his arms at the elbows and bring his hands to his chest, and he does so while Jongin wraps the ropes once around Sehun’s waist and then brings the lengthy remainder to his wrists. Jongin watches his face, as if monitoring his expressions to know if he’s pulling the ropes too taut, and ties even more knots after he binds Sehun’s wrists with five wraps of the rope.
Lu Han whispers for Sehun to lay back while Jongin gets more rope. Lu Han is obscenely nurturing, caressing Sehun’s face and gently kissing at his cheek and earlobe, nuzzling into him, rubbing gently at what he can of Sehun’s smooth stomach. It keeps Sehun calm even as Lu Han assists Jongin in bringing Sehun’s knees up towards his chest, keeps his legs still so that Jongin can wrap them with rope at each knee, then braid the two ropes together before slipping them under the rope at Sehun’s waist and knotting them tightly.
The two of them leave Sehun tied up and subsequently spread open like this while Jongin finally removes Lu Han’s cockring, tossing it back into the bag before Lu Han kisses him gratefully.
Jongin pushes Lu Han aside to go through the bag once more, and Lu Han climbs back onto the bed and swings a leg over Sehun. He seats himself in the space between Sehun’s bound hands and his shoulders, holding his cock and teasing it along Sehun’s lips. When Sehun attempts to flick his tongue out, Lu Han pulls it away with a grin and a “nuh-uh-uh” and begins tugging at himself. “This isn’t for you,” Lu Han says, running his free hand through Sehun’s hair. “You play by my rules now.”
There’s a plasticky snap from where Jongin stands and he gets onto the bed as well, tracing Sehun’s opening with a slick thumb before he sinks it in. He feels more lube trickle down the sides of his ass and Jongin catches it all with his other hand, rubbing it on his cock and swiping some more onto the thumb that he soon slides back in. Sehun gasps as the thumb is replaced with Jongin’s cock, stretching him and filling him with painstaking ease.
Sehun lets out a breathy moan and lets his head fall to one side, but Lu Han clicks his tongue and gently turns Sehun’s face back towards him. “Show me that pretty face,” he says in a hushed yet commanding voice. He pulls down on Sehun’s bottom lip with his thumb and groans as he tugs away at himself.
Jongin is slowly adjusting himself to Sehun’s tightness, rearing back and pressing forth with hearty grunts. Lu Han holds Sehun’s head in place, sucking in air through his teeth as he jerks himself, faster now. His eyes squeeze tight and he bites his lip and that’s the last thing Sehun sees clearly because Lu Han’s thrusted his cock into Sehun’s mouth. He rides his face with the intent to get off but gently enough to not hurt him, each thrust measured for his comfort as well as Sehun’s. Sehun does his best to keep up, but without the use of his hands it’s a difficult undertaking.
Lu Han cries out in delectation as Jongin, turned on by his lover’s insatiable lust, slides his still-lubed fingers inside of Lu Han, letting him fuck back onto them as he pulls back from Sehun’s mouth. Sehun feels Jongin’s fingers bang against the knots on his stomach as Lu Han sits back suddenly and strokes himself to completion, cumming hard and coating the pink of Sehun’s lips. His chest heaves for a few moments before he rolls off to collect himself.
“You’re even more handsome with cum all over your face,” Jongin says, tugging him up by the ropes around his middle. He lets Sehun’s straddle his lap while he sits back on his feet. “Fuck yourself on my cock. Make me cum inside of you.”
Given the position he was in, following Jongin’s command wasn’t easy, so Sehun was happy when Jongin decided to help him, unraveling the knots that kept his knees pulled up to his chest with expert speed and precision. With that out of the way, Sehun was able to obey, and Jongin leaned back, propped up by his hands, ready to take it all in.
Sehun tries to ride Jongin’s cock but realizes he needs his hands for some leverage, and with a pleading look in Jongin’s direction he knows right away that Jongin isn’t going to be that charitable. To Sehun’s surprise -- and gratefulness -- Lu Han comes to his rescue, holding tight to the ropes around Sehun’s middle and assisting him.
Lu Han guides Sehun’s hips, kissing his neck and eyeing Jongin. Sehun lays his head back on Lu Han’s shoulder, tongue flicking across his lips and bringing back Lu Han’s sweet-salty taste. Eventually, Sehun finds himself able to take over but by that point, Jongin’s already at his breaking point.
An indescribable wave of satisfaction washes over Sehun as he watches Jongin’s brows furrow and his bottom lip drags between his teeth; for once he was seeing Jongin at his weakest, and he was weak because of him.
Jongin pushes him away and Lu Han, a false confidant, moves away and lets him fall back onto the bed. “Finish him off and let’s go,” Jongin says dismissively, but he can’t hide the shakiness in his voice.
Lu Han sees panic flash across Sehun’s face and he laughs. “We won’t leave you all tied up like this, don’t worry,” he says, settling between Sehun’s legs and licking a wet stripe down to his groin. He starts to jerk Sehun off when his head dips a bit lower, and Sehun gasps as Lu Han flicks his tongue around where Jongin just left despite how ultra-sensitive it is. Jongin glances back at them and Sehun catches an approving smirk.
“He tastes even better down here,” Lu Han comments with a chuckle, and he goes back again, licking up Jongin’s mess and stroking Sehun’s cock.
Sehun lets out a shaky breath as he approaches his own end, quickened by the way Lu Han is staring up at him and Jongin is watching intently. At the right moment, Lu Han pulls himself to his knees and opens his mouth, sticking out his tongue, ready to taste Sehun too. Lu Han swallows what he can and then uses his hand to wipe off the cum on his face and lick it from his fingers.
“Come,” Jongin says, extending his hand to Lu Han. Lu Han smiles at Sehun as he gets off of the bed, takes Jongin’s hand, and lets him lead him away.
“Where are you going?” Sehun asks.
“We’re going to take a shower,” Jongin says. “We’ll be back for you later.”
Jongin’s the only one without bruises the next morning.
Lu Han is branded with Sehun’s handprint across his cheek and around his throat, wrists and ankles rubbed raw by the restraints. Sehun is marred with ropemarks, across his chest and back and waist and wrists and knees, that ache at the touch. Meanwhile, Jongin admires what he wrought, as he finishes off his coffee and waits for Lu Han to finish his breakfast.
“I hope we haven’t scared you off,” Jongin says as they leave. “That would be quite the loss.”
“Yeah... we should do this again sometime,” Lu Han offers with a coy look at Jongin.
“It’s... it’s something to think about,” Sehun says, though the answer right now is yes; he’s just not sure it’ll stay that way after a lot of thought.
“Well, we’ll keep in touch,” Jongin says, adjusting the strap of the bag on his shoulder and putting an arm around Lu Han. “Don’t be a stranger.”
“Bye,” Lu Han says with a wink, and Sehun responds, then closes the door behind them.