Mitigation Part 3
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He inclined his head, breath escaping from him in abrupt puffs that tickled each part of Jongin that they reached. Sehun’s ears caught the sound of Jongin’s own breath hastily being sucked inwards, similar to how he swiftly sucked the veiled head into his mouth mere seconds afterwards.
A gasp of such volume that certainly must have mortified its owner permeated the room, and Sehun took that as encouragement to trace the crown of Jongin’s cock with his tongue, tenderly running along the circumference as his hand began to carefully massage the boy’s sacs through the material. Jongin unleashed a sequence of restive, hopeless noises, pointlessly struggling to earn himself more suction by fiercely rocking his hips upwards.
It was when it reached the point where both of them were no longer able to stand it any longer that Sehun withdrew, hooking his fingers under the waistband and tugging it down unhurriedly; disregarding the carnal urge to just up and rip the fabric off so he could finally catch sight of what he’d been lusting after. His heart rate seemed to double with each patch of skin that was revealed to him, and he was beginning to fear that it would either fail on him or surge out of his very chest when Jongin’s cock finally popped free from its constraints, rising up until it reached its peak and was perpendicular to the ceiling.
Sehun somehow misplaced his ability to breathe, his power to relocate his gaze to wherever he wished. Each and every one of his senses fixated on what was presented before him, and he eagerly drank up the appetizing sight with his eyes before concluding that he’d rather… literally have a taste of it.
However, he momentarily repressed such an urge in favor of fulfilling another one- touch. Delicate digits curled around the solid length; lightly skimming over the surface slick with precum and gathering up a bit of aforementioned substance oozing from the remarkably red tip, thumb spiraling around the slit. Sehun retracted his hand, keeping his gaze level with Jongin’s as his tongue peeked out past his lips, swiping along the pad of his moist thumb at a vastly restricted rate of motion.
His audacious actions resulted in an answering groan of anguish as Jongin began to squirm around slightly upon the mattress. “Fucking- Sehun, please, just-” Eyes screwed themselves shut as his voice faltered before dropping off entirely (Jongin was unable to continue, due to embarrassment).
A chuckle rumbled deep within Sehun’s chest. “Just what, Jongin?” The tip of his thumb pressed harshly against the slit. “Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you-”
“A-ah-” Jongin’s hips jerked up, leading Sehun’s thumb to dig in still deeper and causing him to produce the throatiest, raspiest of moans. “Fuck, suck me, suck me, Sehun-”
Sehun’s hands walked their way up Jongin’s chest, each remaining at their respective sides and resting against both of the other male’s pectoral muscles. His thumbs gingerly traced around the pebbled nubs as he bowed his head, lips drawing close to Jongin’s ear before forming a sentence in the lowest voice he found himself capable of. “Did you say ‘suck’ or ‘fuck,’ Jonginnie~?”
The sound that breaks free from Jongin’s throat is hardly audible, but very much affected. “The first thing…” He whispers, constructing a silent prayer of thanks for being saved the elevated mortification that would have materialized if he had been subject to Sehun’s intense stare while speaking.
His head pivoted just enough to enable the meeting of their lips, a move that Jongin responded immensely well to; fervently pressing their mouths together and sinking his fingers into Sehun’s brunet locks, tugging him closer and just tugging in general whenever he felt so inclined.
Sehun drew back almost as quickly as he had advanced, however, powerful gaze locked on that of his best friend’s as he slowly retreated downwards, halting as soon as his lips were level with Jongin’s erection. He was unable to keep himself from gulping at the daunting task before him- he wasn’t experienced in the art of cock-sucking, after all- and the action resulted in a twitch of the boy’s dick, leading the tip to brush against the crease of Sehun’s lips. Out inched his tongue, gliding into the little crevice of the slit and swirling slowly around the head, testing the taste before Sehun actually consented to anything more.
Jongin wasn’t capable of anything besides shrilly whining, hips lifting in a silent plea for Sehun to advance to the next step, consequently causing Jongin’s erection to graze against the younger’s lips once more. Obediently, said boy parted said lips, allowing only the crown of Jongin’s cock to enter before closing his mouth around the flesh and providing a slight amount of suction. Jongin’s hips jerked up instantaneously, his expression one of shock and his moan one of great volume, and Sehun chuckled softly- as best as he could, what with his mouth presently full- the sound only intensifying the gratifying sensations already given to the male beneath him.
Narrow fingers threaded into his hair, persistently tugging in hopes of indicating that more was desired, but Sehun’s only response was to gently circle his tongue around the tip as his cheeks hollowed, breathing growing ragged as a result.
“Se-hnnng-” The fingers of his free hand clawed at the sheets in search of something to ground him, keep him horizontal to the bed, but such actions were pointless, seeing as he bucked up into Sehun’s mouth mere seconds afterwards. For, the boy’s mouth had begun to descend upon the remainder of his erection, allowing it to slip further into the wet heat offered to him, and Jongin was unaccustomed to such a feeling. While Sehun’s lips closed tight around him, his own fell open to supply the younger male with a string of pitiful whimpers, indicating how he was already immersed in pleasure and well on his way to ruin.
What couldn’t fit in his mouth was enclosed in a firm grasp, and Sehun gave fleeting flicks of his wrist as he attempted to swallow around the swollen length pressing back against his throat. Noting that Jongin was absorbed in the way his tongue dipped and skimmed along the underside of the head of his cock, Sehun discreetly slipped his otherwise unoccupied hand into his boxers and began stroking his own throbbing erection in sync with each bob of his head.
After awhile, once his jaw began to ache a bit, Sehun took a breather. He let Jongin’s cock slide out of his mouth and retracted his hand from his boxers before Jongin noticed it had been there in the first place, and before Jongin could even think to protest the cessation of such stimulating activity, he found his length surrounded by something else entirely- fingers. The glide was made much simpler now that Jongin’s cock was slick with his best friend’s saliva, and Sehun proceeded to roughly jerk the other boy off, hand almost becoming a blur due to its rapid movement.
Jongin cried out as soon as one up and down motion had been completed, hips jolting upwards and hands ripping the sheets out from where they had been tucked securely underneath the mattress. Although Sehun was neglecting his own issue, the one (literally) at hand seemed ever more fulfilling to touch, tease, and tug on. Maybe it was the way Jongin visibly trembled, invariably, as his hand worked from base to tip. Maybe it was the way his leg would spasm every so often, when Sehun squeezed especially hard or dug his nail into a sensitive spot- either or, he couldn’t help but find it incredibly adorable, somehow.
Or maybe- just maybe- it was the way Jongin gasped out his name in fractured syllables, as if it were the only word his brain could any longer recall. Sehun couldn’t tear his gaze from the face twisted in a representation of the greatest form of pleasure, the mouth that quivered as it struggled to obtain immeasurably needed oxygen, the eyes which were barely able to stay open yet were able to stay locked on his. When his other hand began to massage that which was nestled directly beneath Jongin’s cock, emphatic moans began to surge forth from the boy, and Sehun’s teeth drove deep into his bottom lip as he forced aside thoughts of his own painful arousal, which was only bothering him more by the minute.
Sehun decided that his mouth had rested long enough, so he withdrew his hands without warning, causing Jongin to whine lowly in loss and unconsciously poke his lower lip out.
“I was really… close, Sehun-” He murmured shyly, chest rising and falling briskly and head tilted to the side in order to avoid his best friend’s gaze.
“Were you, now?” Sehun’s voice was loaded with amusement, earning him another frustrated whine and no verbal response. He dropped his head down yet again, looking Jongin directly in the eyes as his mouthed along the side of said male’s cock; tongue tracing along any and all veins it came across. Occasionally, he would litter sweet, close-lipped kisses to mix it up a little, but he was aware that Jongin preferred it when he incorporated tongue into the act.
It wasn’t long before Jongin shook restlessly upon the sheets, Sehun’s name rolling off of his tongue in varying volumes and levels of desperation; hands finding Sehun’s head and yanking it ever closer in hopes that he would resume sucking him off.
Sehun’s mouth immediately enclosed the tip of his dick, tongue prodding the slit before winding around the head and guiding the remainder inside. Just as quickly, he began to let it slip almost all of the way out before moving forward to retrieve it again, and he maintained a fixed rate of motion as his mouth slid up and down the shaft as hurriedly as possible. His hands smoothed down Jongin’s thighs, moving in gentle circles and squishing the flesh together, and the urge to touch himself instead was just weak enough for him to resist.
He felt a few strands of hair rip from his scalp as Jongin forced his head nearer, leading the younger male to gag a bit as Jongin briefly hit the back of his throat. It only took two more bobs of his head before Jongin was crying his name, abs contracting as he released a slightly sweet, viscous substance into Sehun’s mouth, cock twitching as more and more of such a substance flowed down the younger boy’s throat. It was a difficult task to manage, especially since he was inexperienced with this sort of thing, but he didn’t want to detract from Jongin’s pleasure so he continued to suck and swallow around him until his orgasm had ended.
It was then that he carefully removed his mouth, watching as Jongin’s now limp dick came to settle between his legs. His gaze switched to focus on his best friend’s face, and he took the chance to grope himself through his boxers as soon as he realized that Jongin’s eyes were scrunched tightly shut. After concluding that Jongin was too drained to even be fully conscious, he decided to sit back on his heels, hand sneaking back into his boxers and fisting his tender erection before moving his hand as hastily and quietly upon it as possible, so as not to garner Jongin’s attention.
He succeeded at refraining from making any sort of noise, but the effort required to avoid this caused him to exhale shallowly, and somehow, it was loud enough for Jongin to hear. His eyes slowly fluttered open before filling with confusion, darting down to take in the sight of Sehun’s hand stuffed down his boxers. A muted, appreciative sound escaped him, and he crawled forward before gently tugging on Sehun’s wrist.
“Let me do it,” He whispered, and Sehun acquiesced despite his uncertainty, hand leaving his boxers before falling awkwardly to rest at his side.
Jongin’s hands slithered under his shirt, pressing flat against his stomach before rising up further and covering his chest. Sehun inhaled distinctly, instinctively leaning into the other boy’s touch and momentarily shutting his eyes to better appreciate the feeling of Jongin’s hands on him after longing for such a thing for such a prolonged period of time.
Before he could entertain the thought of complaining, seeing as Jongin was not following through with what he had offered, his best friend began to lift his shirt up his trim torso, and so Sehun raised his arms in order to aid in the process. This wasn’t quite how Sehun had imagined it would go. He had thought that he would remain clothed, consistently teasing Jongin until it got to the point where said male was begging to relinquish his virginity (Sehun hoped that he was a virgin, anyways). But now, everything seemed to be going so… slowly. And truth be told, he loved it, but the longer he waited, the more he worried. His worries consisted of things such as: Would Jongin actually want to have sex with me? And more importantly: Does he actually have the same feelings for me as I do for him?
All worries were thrown out the window after his shirt was dropped to the floor and the elastic of his boxers secured in Jongin’s grasp. All that his mind was capable of conjuring was thoughts directly linked to Jongin finally, finally touching him in an intimate manner.
He was shifty both in gaze and position, silently anticipating the boy’s next actions as he struggled to keep his breathing under control. This was a battle that was instantaneously lost, however, because as soon as Jongin began to drag his boxers down his milky thighs, he found himself blanking entirely on how to breathe.
How could he breathe, when the fingertips belonging to the one he loved were brushing against his sensitive skin, nearing something that was only all the more sensitive? How could he even think? How could he even maintain some sort of semblance of composure?
In truth… he couldn’t. Especially not after aforementioned fingertips began to drift along the slope of his cock, smoothing the precum all around its surface, the last piece of fabric- his last form of defense- halfway down his legs.
“Jongin,” All of the air seemed to escape from his lungs, the name wobbly and little more than a whisper as it left his lips, and he imperceptibly lifted into Jongin’s touch just the slightest amount.
“Mm.” Jongin hummed lowly, one of his hands working Sehun’s boxers the remainder of the way down his legs while the other coiled around his erection and gave sharp pulls, thumb flitting over the head every so often, yet not often enough. Small cries of pleasure, of Jongin’s name, of pleas for more began to emerge from Sehun’s open mouth without his knowledge- he had relinquished control over both his body and vocal chords as soon as Jongin had wrapped his hand around him.
Jongin muffled these cries by way of slotting his mouth over Sehun’s, which was just begging to be filled with his tongue, seeing as his best friend’s lips had been parted and displaying what was hid behind them. Jongin swiftly took advantage of this; tongue creeping into the younger male’s mouth and immediately engaging Sehun’s own in a heated tussle of tangled flashes of pale pink.
Sehun unremittingly delivered soft moans into Jongin’s mouth as he felt himself near a climax he had been awaiting for some time now. He faltered in the kiss, teeth scraping against Jongin’s lower lip and tongue halfheartedly pressing back against the other boy’s. He gave several abrupt jerks into Jongin’s hand before staining his best friend’s hand with periodic spurts of white.
Sehun was glad to note that Jongin’s hand never ceased its movement during his release; rather, it began to move with greater rhythm and vigor until it was absolutely certain that nothing more was escaping, and this only caused Sehun to experience a more sustained and more enhanced orgasm, his first produced by somebody other than himself. (That is, if you don’t count the numerous times he had came- hard- to thoughts consisting of none other than the male in front of him right this very instant).
He clutched onto Jongin’s shoulders with the amount of force one would apply when clinging to something that was just barely keeping you afloat. He had been doing this beforehand, but even now- after he had settled down and been brought down from euphoria- his nails remained deep within Jongin’s skin, imprinting memorable marks that would likely make a reappearance as bruises the following day.
Eyes that had previously been screwed shut slowly flickered until they were open, and they stared deeply into Jongin’s own as Sehun struggled to catch his breath.
“Um.” Jongin squeaked, glancing down at his soiled hand, and Sehun bit his lip as he fought down his rising mortification. “Should I-”
Sehun hurriedly snatched some tissues from his bedside table, awkwardly gripping onto Jongin’s wrist as his other hand continued to move quickly, attempting to rid the evidence of his climax from his best friend’s skin as soon as he was able. He deposited the tissues into a nearby wastebasket before meeting Jongin’s gaze once more.
A moment passed where neither of them spoke, but then Jongin was leaning forward, palm pressing flat against Sehun’s cheek as he shyly brushed their lips together. He had noticed the younger’s slight embarrassment, and he wanted to alleviate it (he may or may not have also wanted to just kiss the boy again, but that wasn’t exactly the point). Sehun quickly latched onto him, gently leading him to lay back down against the mattress, all the while lightly, casually sucking on Jongin’s bottom lip and occasionally swiping his tongue along the crease of the other male’s mouth. His lithe form came down to connect with Jongin’s, and his lips formed a little hissing sound once he realized that Jongin was already well on his way to becoming fully hard again. This knowledge only caused his arousal to jump to new heights-the fact that the boy before him got turned on merely by touching him not only boosted his confidence, but it made him feel wanted.
It was a feeling Sehun was unaccustomed to, at least when it came to the romantic and sexual sense. He liked knowing that he had the capability to turn Jongin on, to make him cum. He liked having that sort of power over someone else, he liked being able to touch all he wanted, do whatever he wanted…
But most of all, he loved Jongin. He loved Jongin more than anything and anyone, and these thoughts reminded him of a plan he still needed to set into motion.
Hips began to drive downward, enabling both of their cocks to come together and produce the most wonderful friction, and Jongin gave this adorable little gasp below him before desperately bucking up, in need of participating. Sehun allowed this continue for a minute or so, ceasing his actions as soon as he assumed- by feel, of course- that Jongin’s dick had finished expanding in size. He then proceeded to pull away, placing one soft kiss to his best friend’s lips before sliding his mouth further over on Jongin’s face. Then, with care and with reduced pressure- even lighter than before- his lips grazed over the bruise that had just recently formed under the other male’s eye. Once, twice, three times. The touch was just barely there; so tender that Jongin’s body convulsed briefly, because it was reminiscent of a tickling sensation.
Jongin’s eyelashes and eyelids acted as if they were the wings of a butterfly, swinging up and then swooping down several times before staying down for good, severing his connection to the visual aspect of the world. Sehun dipped down further still, mouthing at his neck, over every distorted part of his skin. Obsolete markings were effaced, replaced with signature dominant red blotches, an assertion of Sehun’s claim on him and symbolic of how all of the pain of the past would be washed away to make space for pleasure instead.
Hands came to rest at the small of his back, pressing in deep, pressing Sehun ever closer against him. Soft sounds of pleasure ceaselessly rolled off of his tongue, body shuddering just slightly as hands, lips, and hips lingered on his skin, tenderly tracing over everything and anything that marred his slender form.
Open-mouthed kisses were planted against bruised ribs, trailing down Jongin’s torso before halting at his stomach. Sehun glanced up at the other male, reveling in the sight of a face contorted in ecstasy, of a chest rising and falling at an urgent pace, in a struggle to obtain desperately needed air. His heart thrummed in his chest as he realized how easily he could render the boy beneath him breathless. He held Jongin’s gaze as he lowered his head once more, gently blowing a raspberry over his belly button. A childish, astonished giggle slipped out before Jongin could stop it, but it was only seconds later that he was whining, hips ascending and bottom lip jutting out just slightly. He probably wasn’t even aware that he was doing it at all.
“Sehun,” He exhaled unsteadily, eyes unfocused and suffused with lust, just as his voice was. “Please, I… I…” His voice dropped in volume, but the lust it carried was still unmistakable. “I need you-”
“Need me how?” Sehun teased, gingerly touching his lips to the same bruise as before, feeling Jongin quiver beneath him. Jongin’s nails sunk into his ass, shoving Sehun down against him, and he groaned immensely loudly at the sensation that just wasn’t quite satisfying enough.
“In me, you-you--” His sentence tapered off until it dissolved into a jumble of curses.
“Can’t even think of a proper insult, hmmm?”
Jongin gritted his teeth and tossed aside what little pride he had left as he muttered, “Shut up and fuck me already, Sehun-”
There was no hesitation in his movements. One second, his hand was settled on Jongin’s prominent hipbone, the next, it was holding a bottle of lube that had previously been nestled in the drawer of his nightstand. He held it loosely as he sent his best friend a skeptical look, lower lip restlessly abused by his teeth. “Are you sure that you want this…?”
Jongin nodded his head so hastily that it almost pained him, voice softer than a whisper. “I want you so much, Hun…”
Sehun swallowed thickly, long lashes grazing his cheekbones while he murmured, “But I don’t want to hurt you,”
Jongin’s hand slipped under his chin, tilting it up so that their gazes were level with each other. His lips arched into a bittersweet smile. “I’m used to the pain.”
At this, Sehun felt a rush of fury surge through him, and all too suddenly, he got the urge to find each and every person- not that they deserved to be called as such, ‘asshole’ was a slightly more fitting term- that had hurt Jongin. He wanted to beat the shit out of them until they were essentially reduced to something that resembled the pulp found in orange juice.
“I want to show you, Jongin--” His free hand gently cupped the boy’s cheek, thumb brushing against his soft skin. “--that you don’t have to feel pain, to feel something-”
Jongin nervously chewed on his lip upon hearing that, his body growing warmer with something that he couldn’t quite name, but he knew that it wasn’t related to anything sexual. Nevertheless, that was what he truly wanted, at the given moment. Something sexual.
“Then show me.”