Mitigation Part 4
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“Then show me.” He threaded his fingers through Sehun’s hair, carefully tugging him down to briefly connect their lips. “Prove it, Sehun~” He minutely wiggled his hips, drawing a low growl from the other male.
The cap was popped open, before the contents of the bottle completely coated all of Sehun’s fingers… not that he planned on utilizing all of them, of course, that wasn’t something that either of them were open to exploring as of yet. He then peeked down at Jongin, checking to ensure that he was still on board with what was about to occur. A simple tip of his head and a curve to his lips was all the confirmation that Sehun required to continue.
“It’s probably going to feel really weird at first, okay?” He warned; pointer finger already poised before the rim; almost, nearly brushing it with his blunt nail.
Jongin’s slight smile developed into a grin of reassurance, but Sehun was anything but reassured as soon as he heard the next words leaving the other boy’s lips.
“It’s okay, Hun.” He remarked brightly. “I’m used to it, now.”
It would have been hyperbolic to state that the world seemed to stop still, or that Sehun found himself completely without air, but that was truly how it felt for the younger, after hearing such a confession. His eager expression receded into one of dismay; despite how much effort he devoted to adopting a poker face, he ultimately failed.
How can he act so shy in front of me when he’s surely been fucked who knows how many times by who knows how many guys-
It was when his fists began to coil the sheets and his body began to quake with silent, reserved fury that Jongin realized his comment had been misinterpreted.
“N-no, Sehun, it’s not what you think-”
Sehun’s head drooped down so that his fringe fell over eyes that were twisted shut, so that the pained emotions written directly on his face were concealed.
“What is it, then?” He sounded broken; defeated; similar to how Jongin had, when he’d showed up quite some time before. He was soft both in tone and in gaze, as soon as he dared to peer up at Jongin’s face once more.
“I, um. I…” The boy promptly began to squirm upon the mattress, color again rising to cheeks that had not gone long without it. “I…” His voice dropped in volume as his words blended into incoherency, gaze shifting from one object to the next. “I’vefingeredmyselfbefore,okay!?”
Sehun’s hold on the sheets slackened, as did his jaw, and he blinked rapidly multiple times before even attempting to formulate a response. When he finally did, all that came out was garbled nonsense. He felt a sudden rush of blood to his cock, bringing it to full hardness, and he surged forward to messily claim Jongin’s lips, mind not quite catching up to the fact that his lubed fingers were the ones currently cupping the boy’s cheek in a possessive gesture.
It was Jongin’s turn to release a series of unintelligible noises, limbs flailing about a bit in confusion as he struggled to keep up with lips that were essentially doing their best to devour his face. He finally succeeded in gently forcing Sehun away, appearing absolutely wrecked (in the best possible way) and disheveled; Sehun’s other hand had somehow found its way into his hair at one point or another, and it had proceeded to tug and massage at his scalp with an urgency that he couldn’t even begin to understand.
“When did you finger yourself,” Sehun asked-or rather, demanded-breathlessly, before revising his question statement.
“No, wait, why did you finger yourself? No, wait-”
“Sehun,” Jongin shyly cut in, lightly prodding his cheek. “Listen to me, would you?”
Sehun’s eyes shuddered shut, and he hid his face in the crook of Jongin’s neck as he awaited an explanation, finding it frustratingly difficult to manage his breathing. Because there was no eye contact between the both of them, it was easier for Jongin to admit to his mortifying experiences. (Although the fact that Sehun was pressed up against him and conveniently entirely naked only made things… harder.)
“So, um. I don’t know how to answer the ‘when’ question, because… it wasn’t… just one… time?”
There was a sudden inhalation and a twitch of his dick. “Jongin…” He breathed, tenderly pressing his lips to his best friend’s collarbone, and wanting nothing more than to make love to him right then and there… but he also very much desired to hear the details of Jongin… touching himself, so intimately, the way that he was longing to touch him; that he was about to touch him-
“And, uh… when it comes to why… I… wasthinkingofyou.”
“You were what!?” Sehun’s head shoots up, and his breath catches in his throat, and he directs the most shocked of gazes towards Jongin’s shy, flushed face. “What… what were you thinking?” His voice was more affected than ever, at its lowest octave and quivering imperceptibly.
“Um… I was pretending that my fingers were… this?” Jongin sneaks a hand down between Sehun’s legs before lightly tracing his slender digits along the length of the younger boy’s cock.
“A-ah-Jongin-how long have you-been doing that for?”
“I-it doesn’t matter,” Jongin stammered, hiding his tinted cheeks and shielding his eyes from Sehun’s intense stare by way of his hands. “Just… I want to feel… you…”
“For real, this time…”
Sehun screwed his eyes shut; drawing dearly needed oxygen into his lungs. “Do you even realize what you’re doing right now, Jongin?” He asked, quite softly, as he slipped a finger down and began rubbing it against the other male’s entrance. “You aren’t allowed to be two things at once. You aren’t.”
You’re simultaneously adorable and hot and it’s not fucking okay in the least. You’re slowly killing me from the inside.
“H-huh?” Jongin’s words doubled as a way to snatch air; the slight attention provided down below already beginning to cloud his mind.
“Nothing,” Sehun whispered, retrieving the forgotten bottle before reapplying the lubricant. “Do you still want to…?”
“Yes,” Jongin exhaled in a way that could only be described as seductive, and he caught his lower lip between his teeth in a similar manner. “Hurry-”
“Does it hurt, Jongin?” Sehun spoke faintly, glancing down and appreciating the view of his best friend’s erect, leaking cock curved against his toned stomach.
“Yes,” Jongin reiterated, this time with a bit more desperation.
“But it’s a good kind of pain, yeah? I’m not sure it could even qualify as pain-” He watched Jongin’s expression closely as he gradually, painstakingly worked a single digit into him. “Can’t you see, Jonginnie? What I can offer you? You don’t have to hurt yourself…”
When Sehun had pressed a single digit into the boy beneath him, he had been expecting Jongin to grimace, or to make some sort of complaint. Yet, all he did was breathe heavily, eyes never straying from Sehun’s own. The pad of his finger gently skimmed Jongin’s walls, never applying too much force or attempting to move too wide. With the addition of a second finger, he assumed there would be some display of discomfort now, and his suspicions were confirmed when Jongin provided a shaky smile before producing a just as shaky sound of pain.
“Are you okay?” He questioned, while his fingers were making subtle, shallow scissoring motions, slowly coaxing Jongin to open up for him. Multitasking at its best.
Jongin’s mouth tilted up into the most endearing grin, a grin that never failed to leave Sehun speechless. “Sure am, big boy.” A laugh, which almost surpassed his smile when it came to the cuteness factor. The gasp that left his lips upon realizing that such actions only caused him to clench around Sehun’s fingers only contributed to the already overwhelming amount of adorableness.
You can’t be so fucking precious when I’m about to be fucking you-
All of these combined behaviors only made Sehun all the more eager, and thus, he didn’t wait any longer before gently squeezing in an additional finger, gauging Jongin’s reaction as he did so and occasionally halting whenever Jongin winced or gave some other indication of distress.
“Sehun-” He exhaled shakily, legs momentarily trembling, as he seemed to suck Sehun’s fingers in ever further. “A li-little to the-left-”
Sehun crooked his fingers in the direction suggested, and Jongin cried out as his hips jerked upwards into the air, only causing the thin digits to press more forcefully against his prostate.
“How does this feel, Jongin?” He murmured, lightly rubbing against the gland as he observed Jongin’s face contort in pleasure. “Anything like when you did this to yourself?”
“H-hnng-n-no-”
“How is it different?”
“Be-” There was a sharp inhalation. “Better-” Jongin began to rock back onto the triple digits, short-lived whines breaking past his lips as he screwed his eyes shut to better appreciate the sensations. Sehun allowed him to set the pace, and he started to thrust his fingers forward for every time Jongin pressed his hips down.
After a moment, Jongin made his best attempt at speech, but the words were conjoined with a whimper. “S-Sehun-” He wiggled beneath the younger, not realizing the way Sehun’s eyes flashed with lust upon witnessing the movement of his body and hearing the way his breath caught as the set of fingers kneaded the sensitive collection of nerve endings more harshly than before. “Please…”
“Please, what?” Sehun prompted, nuzzling into Jongin’s neck before nosing up it in order to graze the points of his teeth against the underside of Jongin’s jaw. He advanced further up, littering kisses along the length of Jongin’s jawline until he reached the boy’s earlobe. Sehun decided to tug on it, while murmuring a few choice words.
“Tell me what you want.” As he spoke, he supported his weight on the elbow of his free hand, retracting his fingers from where they’d been delivering Jongin pleasure so that they can divert this pleasure elsewhere. Jongin was very vocal in his protest of this action, but it was mere seconds before he was very vocal in an entirely different sense, for the fingers that had previously been positioned in his ass were now wound around his cock and providing frustratingly wonderful friction.
“A-ah-ah-Se-hun-” He pitched his head back against the pillow as he drove his heels into the mattress, using them for leverage as he fucked into Sehun’s fist. His hands found themselves a place on the other male’s shoulders, imprisoning them in a death grip as he moved restlessly on the bed.
“Makelovetome,” He managed to whisper amongst the many gratified sounds escaping him, mouth almost immediately receding back into the routine of forming breathless pleas and sucking in oxygen at every opportunity.
This near-silent request stilled Sehun within seconds, and Jongin found himself protesting via whimpers for a second time upon the cessation of stimulation. It may have all been for the best, however, because he had already been approaching his climax. Just the mere thought of that made him flush all the way down to his neck, but the color only strengthened in vibrancy when Sehun brushed his sweaty bangs off of his forehead and asked, as softly as possible, “What did you just say?”
“Um.” Jongin could have smacked himself; he sounded so stupid. “I just… I want you to… um.”
Sehun gifted him with a small smile of encouragement, as well as a fleeting sweep of lips against lips. “Want me to what?”
“Fill me up,” Jongin suddenly blurted, shoving aside all uncertainties and timidity in favor of getting to the point, in hopes of getting what he’d been wanting for who knows how long. “Make me think of only you. Make…” There came that hesitation again, but Jongin quickly fought it down, although when it came to the redness claiming his skin, he had long since lost the battle. “Make love to me, Sehun.”
The intensity of Sehun’s gaze was so strong that Jongin couldn’t hold it, it confused him; was Sehun opposed to the idea? Was he angry? Did Sehun no longer want him, or did Sehun only want to fuck him…? Maybe he was turned off to the idea of making love? Or… was he… all for it? Jongin clung to the hope that Sehun was looking at him with love, and lust, rather than something else entirely.
His qualms were put to rest as soon as Sehun dove down to clumsily attach their mouths, biting and tugging and sucking on his lips with a fierceness that only made heat clump together in his stomach before snaking down into his throbbing erection.
“I’ll make love to you,” There was a certain tenderness in the way he spoke, and it caused Jongin’s eyes to gradually shine with one or so tears, tears that he furiously clawed away with his fingers. “I told you that I’d show you how to feel something other than pain.” As each word was enunciated carefully, quietly, Sehun collected additional lube onto his fingers before transferring it to his slightly red cock, smearing it across its surface and failing at keeping his actions from straining his voice. “I…” A shuddery breath, a lowering of his gaze, a dropping in the volume of his voice. “I love you, Jongin, and I promise you, that you’ll be able to feel it. You’ll be able to feel how painless and lasting my love for you is. How I’m willing to give you everything that I have.”
As Sehun rearranged himself so that he was settled between Jongin’s legs with the tip of his cock centimeters away from breaching the entrance, he released a shy, self-deprecating laugh. “That… was… so fucking cheesy. I’m sor-”
Jongin’s mouth was on his for… for… well, they’d kissed so many times, that Sehun could no longer count how often he had felt those pliant lips smooth against his, insistently attempt to part his, adhere to his so closely, so desperately, that saliva maintained the connection even after they had broken apart. But this time, it almost seemed… different. Jongin seemed more eager than before. More desperate. More… responsive. It seemed as if there were more feelings involved than before.
“You idiot,” Jongin choked out, and Sehun only now realized that a salty dampness lingered on his tongue. He only now saw its origin, how the liquid trailed down from the corner of Jongin’s eyes and bumped along the ridges of his face before either coming to a stop at his lips or dipping down the column of his neck and settling into the concavity of his collarbones. “Don’t be sorry. Don’t ever be sorry.”
Sehun risked a glance into Jongin’s eyes, willing away the pink surfacing to his cheeks. “Okay,” He mumbled, as he rotated his hips, ever so slightly rubbing against Jongin’s opening. “Okay.”
“Sehun…” Jongin sounded impatient, and Sehun’s own impatience became evident as he began to slowly ease into him, seeing no reason to wait any longer. Barely a few seconds had passed and only the tip had made its way through before Jongin emitted a sound of pain, unconsciously pouting up at the boy above him. Thus, Sehun halted, automatically appearing apologetic and expressing his guilt by repeating “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Jongin…” as he pecks said male’s lips over and over again.
“It’ll get better.” Sehun promises, wincing as he recalls how he has absolutely no experience (he’s a virgin) or knowledge (porn doesn’t count) in this whatsoever. He assumes that the worst is out of the way, but he truly hasn’t a clue. There’s never any indication of pain in pornography. At least… not in anything that he’s watched before.
“You can keep going,” Jongin whispers, hands splaying out across Sehun’s smooth stomach before sliding around to interlace against the latter’s lower back. Upon noting the hesitation still claiming Sehun’s face, his hands glide down further still, cupping the supple ass in his hands before trying to force Sehun further into him by giving a light push.
The hesitant expression transforms into a pleasured one as he feels himself slide deeper as well as feels keen hands massage his skin at a leisured pace despite the urgency clear in Jongin’s eyes.
“Jongin.” A moan is drawn out of him before he can stop it, and his embarrassment is alleviated when he feels Jongin’s dick twitch against his stomach. He wants to keep hovering above his best friend, keep a watch on his face in case it ever displays any degree of discomfort, and yet… he can’t help but dip his head down to rest against Jongin’s neck, breath coming out harsh and heavy and most certainly tickling the skin of the boy beneath him.
“Keep going,” Jongin reiterates, sounding somewhere between tense and blissful, and Sehun makes sure to leave soft, open-mouthed kisses all over his neck as he feels the entirety of his cock closed in around by an arousing sort of warmth.
He swears, barely audible, as he forces his head to rise from where it had been hidden. He is slightly relieved to find Jongin neither frowning nor smiling; he may not be enjoying himself as of yet, but at least he isn’t begging for Sehun to retreat before he’s even had a chance to properly move within him.
“You okay?” His question is punctuated by a gentle brushing of lips, and Jongin snatches up the opportunity to clamp onto his bottom lip with his teeth. He nibbles on it, gingerly, only letting it go to deliver a belated reply.
“Yeah,” He sneaks his tongue into Sehun’s mouth this time around, wiggling it in various directions before circling it around Sehun’s own. Sehun’s lips steal a groan of low volume as he sucks on Jongin’s tongue, releasing it only to swirl around it at a languid speed.
Just when Sehun was finally distracted enough to manage the agonizing wait to move, Jongin unintentionally clenched around his aching erection, and Sehun’s hips immediately jerked forwards just the slightest amount. It came as a shock to Sehun as soon as he heard Jongin echo his unrestrained moan, because he had believed that Jongin was still adjusting to the intrusion.
Sehun was even more astonished when Jongin wound a single leg around his waist, forcing him impossibly closer as he let out a faint whine.
“Sehunnn.” His eyelashes continuously skimmed across his cheeks as he blinked repeatedly up at the boy buried within him. In a whisper, he urged Sehun to continue. “You can move now…”
Sehun momentarily shut his eyes in gratitude before bending down to slide his lips along that damned bruise bordering Jongin’s eye. He kissed it a series of times before leaving a single peck to Jongin’s lips, palm tracing along damaged ribs with a touch reminiscent of a feather.
And then, just before Jongin could mutter a protest, he moved back only slightly before slowly, painstakingly shifting all the way forwards. Jongin emitted a little sigh of contentment, but he hastily strung his remaining leg around Sehun’s waist as well, linking his ankles as he made his best effort at getting Sehun to move against him even more.
“Again,” He breathed out, tone needy and legs already somewhat shaky. Sehun could do nothing other than comply, this time drawing back until only the head of his cock remained. He waited a moment, observing Jongin’s face, and kept his gaze there as he ever so gently slipped back into him. Now that Jongin knew these movements weren’t just experimental, testing his limits, a loud whine issued from his throat. He wanted more than this.
“Harder.” He demanded, arms following the same path as his legs did and encircling Sehun’s neck. Sehun allowed himself to be pulled down, chest meeting Jongin’s chest, hips pressed to Jongin’s hips. He rocked back and forth, unhurried and tender despite how strongly his instincts were screaming out at him to just slam into Jongin without abandon, chasing a release that would be superior to any and all he’s ever had. This was for Jongin. Of course, it was for him too; of course, he was beyond ecstatic to finally have Jongin in such a romantic sense, but… he was doing this to prove to Jongin that he was worthy of a chance. Sehun was worthy of being something other than a best friend. He was doing this to prove to Jongin that Jongin was worth something.
And no, his worth wasn’t related to his body. Sehun was proving that Jongin was worthy of being treated gently, carefully, like a blessing, with love.
So, no matter how loudly or desperately Jongin begged, Sehun wasn’t going to give in. He was determined to make love to this boy with all he had, and hopefully, there would be another time… a time where he could be more lenient with his movements.
The calm undulations of his body enabled friction to result from the rubbing of his stomach against Jongin’s curved cock. Sehun could already feel precum stain his abdomen, and instead of being disgusted, he was only all the more turned on. Hands slithered under Jongin’s back, holding the boy nearer to his lithe form as he smoothly glided in and out of the one he loved.
The only thing Jongin’s whimpers succeeded at were bringing Sehun closer to the brink of orgasm. He likely would last for some minutes more, but the alluring sounds only accelerated the process.
Jongin kind of wriggled in Sehun’s grasp, hips twisting in position a bit, and all of a sudden, he was crying out-“Sehun!”-at a volume far more emphatic than expected. Sehun decided that he had never heard his name uttered more beautifully.
“T-there… right there…” Jongin squirmed beneath him more than before, using his ankles to drive Sehun back into the same place as a second prior. Again, there was a high-pitched exclamation of Sehun’s name, and he trembled slightly as Sehun regained control and slowly rotated his hips, causing the tip of his cock to chafe-painlessly-against Jongin’s prostate.
“S-S-Sehun-” The moan was almost lyrical, pressing past parted lips and heading straight towards Sehun’s dick. Sehun took that as encouragement, sustaining the same movements at the same pace and earning himself a sequence of noises that conducted shivers down his perspiring spine. As his hips gyrated tirelessly, he attached his lips to Jongin neck, depositing love bites all over the boy’s skin in order to both distract from the marks indicating all the fights Jongin’s been in as well as to discreetly place his claim on Jongin as his own.
He could sense that Jongin was already getting close, and so, he lowered the boy back down onto the mattress before using one of his free hands to sneak between their stomachs and loosely grasp onto Jongin’s erection.
He rested his forehead against Jongin’s; occasionally pressing his lips to various places on the latter’s face before returning to the same position as before. And then, he began to rock into Jongin at a slightly faster rhythm than before. It was still leisured, and gentle, but he nudged forward more frequently, ensuring that he hit Jongin’s sweet spot with each shallow thrust. Simultaneously, his hand stroked Jongin slowly, but with a decent amount of pressure, thumb flitting over the slit and periodically digging into it.
It took only a few additional revolutions of his hips before Jongin’s own were bucking up, breath shuddering just as much as his body was. He clung to Sehun with a desperation reflected by his whimpering, pleading for more, more, more. He wasn’t any more specific than that, but Sehun knew. He knew, and he complied; fist rapidly tugging on Jongin’s cock and lips capturing Jongin’s in a messy make-out session. His hips, however, kept steady in their motion. Nevertheless, Jongin was reaching his limit, letting out small ah-ah-ah-’s as he desperately thrust into Sehun’s palm, never ceasing his begging for Sehun to fuck him harder.
Sehun finally gave in, giving a single hard slam into the boy just as he flicked his wrist just the right way, and without any sort of warning, Jongin was spilling into Sehun’s palm and onto his stomach; cock twitching as cum continued to spurt out. Sehun kept stroking him and rocking into him throughout his orgasm, and he must have even stroked for too long because Jongin began to whine due to oversensitivity, legs dropping from Sehun’s waist and falling to rest against the mattress. This caused Sehun to send him a brief smile, relinquishing Jongin’s softening dick in order to cleanse his hand of the latter’s release by way of his tongue. An additional whine was provided as Jongin witnessed this, and he craned his head to the side in an attempt to keep from watching any longer.
Uncertain as to whether Jongin was alright with him finishing inside him or not, Sehun began to pull out, but Jongin hastily swung his legs around his waist once more, yanking him back to where he’d been before.
“I… I want you to…” He pressed the back of his hand over his eyes, too mortified to complete his request. But Sehun could sense exactly what he wanted, and the thought of it made him feel all fluttery and warm inside.
“Okay.” Sehun murmured comfortingly, leaving one last kiss to the bruise that only became all the more apparent after Jongin’s eyes crinkled at the corners. Yet, Jongin’s sated smile morphed into a frown and his crinkled eyes widened in fear as Sehun forced himself out of his body anyways.
“S...Sehun?” He was panicked. On the edge of tears. When Sehun gingerly rolled him over so that he was on his stomach, he buried his face in the pillow to muffle a wavering exhalation.
The exhalation quickly turned into an inhalation, however, as soon as Sehun reentered him from this new angle. Sehun pressed deep within him, instantly knocking into his prostate dead on, and he moaned softly as his flaccid cock rubbed harshly against the sheets. When Sehun pulled all the way out, he hesitated, leaning down to press butterfly kisses to the gash tainting his back. He trailed the kisses down to Jongin’s ass, lightly nipping at the skin and grinning against it after hearing Jongin’s vocal appreciation, before brushing his lips all the way back to the cut that still succeeded at bringing tears to his eyes.
“I love you,” He whispered, against the laceration, and he pushed into Jongin a few final times, mouthing at his shoulder blades, before filling him up with an opalescent substance that streamed down his thighs upon Sehun’s withdrawal.
Sehun remained pressed against him for several minutes, mind wandering and questioning all that had transpired. What had that meant for Jongin? Did Jongin love him or not? It had certainly seemed like Jongin felt something or other for him, but…
“Sehun?” Came a very small voice beneath him. He hummed to indicate that he was listening.
“I feel gross.”
Sehun immediately stiffened against him. He feels gross. He. Feels. Gross. Did that mean… was he… regretting it? Already?
“N-no… Sehun, I mean, I… have… stuff. All over me.” Jongin held his breath, thankful that Sehun couldn’t see his face, but regretful that he couldn’t see Sehun’s face.
“Fuck,” Sehun rolled off of the other male, swiping a hand over his face. “Sorry. I… should be taking better care of you.” He leaned over, dropping a kiss to Jongin’s shoulder, his spine, the gash. And then he stood, rushing to the bathroom in search of some wet wipes.
When he returned, Jongin was already curled up in the corner, knees brought up to his chest, cum still staining his skin. His chest rose and fell steadily, and Sehun assumed that he had already drifted off. It was only reasonable, given the hour and given their previous activities.
He tenderly cleaned each and every bit of Jongin that could have possibly been dirtied, placing kisses on some of the same spots as well. Afterwards, he slid into bed beside him, hesitating as he watched the gorgeous boy he had fallen in love with sleep soundly, without worry for once. A few minutes passed, and then he smooshed his lips against Jongin’s forehead, winding one arm around Jongin’s waist and the other under Jongin’s neck. He wiggled his leg between both of Jongin’s, and despite the possibility of getting hard again because of it; he curled his entire nude form around Jongin’s. He couldn’t help but plant his face in Jongin’s hair, inhaling and exhaling upon being calmed after receiving the scent of strawberry shampoo. He breathed both meaningless and meaningful phrases against the tousled locks of hair, growing increasingly incoherent until fading into unconsciousness as well.
Part 5
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“Then show me.” He threaded his fingers through Sehun’s hair, carefully tugging him down to briefly connect their lips. “Prove it, Sehun~” He minutely wiggled his hips, drawing a low growl from the other male.
The cap was popped open, before the contents of the bottle completely coated all of Sehun’s fingers… not that he planned on utilizing all of them, of course, that wasn’t something that either of them were open to exploring as of yet. He then peeked down at Jongin, checking to ensure that he was still on board with what was about to occur. A simple tip of his head and a curve to his lips was all the confirmation that Sehun required to continue.
“It’s probably going to feel really weird at first, okay?” He warned; pointer finger already poised before the rim; almost, nearly brushing it with his blunt nail.
Jongin’s slight smile developed into a grin of reassurance, but Sehun was anything but reassured as soon as he heard the next words leaving the other boy’s lips.
“It’s okay, Hun.” He remarked brightly. “I’m used to it, now.”
It would have been hyperbolic to state that the world seemed to stop still, or that Sehun found himself completely without air, but that was truly how it felt for the younger, after hearing such a confession. His eager expression receded into one of dismay; despite how much effort he devoted to adopting a poker face, he ultimately failed.
How can he act so shy in front of me when he’s surely been fucked who knows how many times by who knows how many guys-
It was when his fists began to coil the sheets and his body began to quake with silent, reserved fury that Jongin realized his comment had been misinterpreted.
“N-no, Sehun, it’s not what you think-”
Sehun’s head drooped down so that his fringe fell over eyes that were twisted shut, so that the pained emotions written directly on his face were concealed.
“What is it, then?” He sounded broken; defeated; similar to how Jongin had, when he’d showed up quite some time before. He was soft both in tone and in gaze, as soon as he dared to peer up at Jongin’s face once more.
“I, um. I…” The boy promptly began to squirm upon the mattress, color again rising to cheeks that had not gone long without it. “I…” His voice dropped in volume as his words blended into incoherency, gaze shifting from one object to the next. “I’vefingeredmyselfbefore,okay!?”
Sehun’s hold on the sheets slackened, as did his jaw, and he blinked rapidly multiple times before even attempting to formulate a response. When he finally did, all that came out was garbled nonsense. He felt a sudden rush of blood to his cock, bringing it to full hardness, and he surged forward to messily claim Jongin’s lips, mind not quite catching up to the fact that his lubed fingers were the ones currently cupping the boy’s cheek in a possessive gesture.
It was Jongin’s turn to release a series of unintelligible noises, limbs flailing about a bit in confusion as he struggled to keep up with lips that were essentially doing their best to devour his face. He finally succeeded in gently forcing Sehun away, appearing absolutely wrecked (in the best possible way) and disheveled; Sehun’s other hand had somehow found its way into his hair at one point or another, and it had proceeded to tug and massage at his scalp with an urgency that he couldn’t even begin to understand.
“When did you finger yourself,” Sehun asked-or rather, demanded-breathlessly, before revising his question statement.
“No, wait, why did you finger yourself? No, wait-”
“Sehun,” Jongin shyly cut in, lightly prodding his cheek. “Listen to me, would you?”
Sehun’s eyes shuddered shut, and he hid his face in the crook of Jongin’s neck as he awaited an explanation, finding it frustratingly difficult to manage his breathing. Because there was no eye contact between the both of them, it was easier for Jongin to admit to his mortifying experiences. (Although the fact that Sehun was pressed up against him and conveniently entirely naked only made things… harder.)
“So, um. I don’t know how to answer the ‘when’ question, because… it wasn’t… just one… time?”
There was a sudden inhalation and a twitch of his dick. “Jongin…” He breathed, tenderly pressing his lips to his best friend’s collarbone, and wanting nothing more than to make love to him right then and there… but he also very much desired to hear the details of Jongin… touching himself, so intimately, the way that he was longing to touch him; that he was about to touch him-
“And, uh… when it comes to why… I… wasthinkingofyou.”
“You were what!?” Sehun’s head shoots up, and his breath catches in his throat, and he directs the most shocked of gazes towards Jongin’s shy, flushed face. “What… what were you thinking?” His voice was more affected than ever, at its lowest octave and quivering imperceptibly.
“Um… I was pretending that my fingers were… this?” Jongin sneaks a hand down between Sehun’s legs before lightly tracing his slender digits along the length of the younger boy’s cock.
“A-ah-Jongin-how long have you-been doing that for?”
“I-it doesn’t matter,” Jongin stammered, hiding his tinted cheeks and shielding his eyes from Sehun’s intense stare by way of his hands. “Just… I want to feel… you…”
“For real, this time…”
Sehun screwed his eyes shut; drawing dearly needed oxygen into his lungs. “Do you even realize what you’re doing right now, Jongin?” He asked, quite softly, as he slipped a finger down and began rubbing it against the other male’s entrance. “You aren’t allowed to be two things at once. You aren’t.”
You’re simultaneously adorable and hot and it’s not fucking okay in the least. You’re slowly killing me from the inside.
“H-huh?” Jongin’s words doubled as a way to snatch air; the slight attention provided down below already beginning to cloud his mind.
“Nothing,” Sehun whispered, retrieving the forgotten bottle before reapplying the lubricant. “Do you still want to…?”
“Yes,” Jongin exhaled in a way that could only be described as seductive, and he caught his lower lip between his teeth in a similar manner. “Hurry-”
“Does it hurt, Jongin?” Sehun spoke faintly, glancing down and appreciating the view of his best friend’s erect, leaking cock curved against his toned stomach.
“Yes,” Jongin reiterated, this time with a bit more desperation.
“But it’s a good kind of pain, yeah? I’m not sure it could even qualify as pain-” He watched Jongin’s expression closely as he gradually, painstakingly worked a single digit into him. “Can’t you see, Jonginnie? What I can offer you? You don’t have to hurt yourself…”
When Sehun had pressed a single digit into the boy beneath him, he had been expecting Jongin to grimace, or to make some sort of complaint. Yet, all he did was breathe heavily, eyes never straying from Sehun’s own. The pad of his finger gently skimmed Jongin’s walls, never applying too much force or attempting to move too wide. With the addition of a second finger, he assumed there would be some display of discomfort now, and his suspicions were confirmed when Jongin provided a shaky smile before producing a just as shaky sound of pain.
“Are you okay?” He questioned, while his fingers were making subtle, shallow scissoring motions, slowly coaxing Jongin to open up for him. Multitasking at its best.
Jongin’s mouth tilted up into the most endearing grin, a grin that never failed to leave Sehun speechless. “Sure am, big boy.” A laugh, which almost surpassed his smile when it came to the cuteness factor. The gasp that left his lips upon realizing that such actions only caused him to clench around Sehun’s fingers only contributed to the already overwhelming amount of adorableness.
You can’t be so fucking precious when I’m about to be fucking you-
All of these combined behaviors only made Sehun all the more eager, and thus, he didn’t wait any longer before gently squeezing in an additional finger, gauging Jongin’s reaction as he did so and occasionally halting whenever Jongin winced or gave some other indication of distress.
“Sehun-” He exhaled shakily, legs momentarily trembling, as he seemed to suck Sehun’s fingers in ever further. “A li-little to the-left-”
Sehun crooked his fingers in the direction suggested, and Jongin cried out as his hips jerked upwards into the air, only causing the thin digits to press more forcefully against his prostate.
“How does this feel, Jongin?” He murmured, lightly rubbing against the gland as he observed Jongin’s face contort in pleasure. “Anything like when you did this to yourself?”
“H-hnng-n-no-”
“How is it different?”
“Be-” There was a sharp inhalation. “Better-” Jongin began to rock back onto the triple digits, short-lived whines breaking past his lips as he screwed his eyes shut to better appreciate the sensations. Sehun allowed him to set the pace, and he started to thrust his fingers forward for every time Jongin pressed his hips down.
After a moment, Jongin made his best attempt at speech, but the words were conjoined with a whimper. “S-Sehun-” He wiggled beneath the younger, not realizing the way Sehun’s eyes flashed with lust upon witnessing the movement of his body and hearing the way his breath caught as the set of fingers kneaded the sensitive collection of nerve endings more harshly than before. “Please…”
“Please, what?” Sehun prompted, nuzzling into Jongin’s neck before nosing up it in order to graze the points of his teeth against the underside of Jongin’s jaw. He advanced further up, littering kisses along the length of Jongin’s jawline until he reached the boy’s earlobe. Sehun decided to tug on it, while murmuring a few choice words.
“Tell me what you want.” As he spoke, he supported his weight on the elbow of his free hand, retracting his fingers from where they’d been delivering Jongin pleasure so that they can divert this pleasure elsewhere. Jongin was very vocal in his protest of this action, but it was mere seconds before he was very vocal in an entirely different sense, for the fingers that had previously been positioned in his ass were now wound around his cock and providing frustratingly wonderful friction.
“A-ah-ah-Se-hun-” He pitched his head back against the pillow as he drove his heels into the mattress, using them for leverage as he fucked into Sehun’s fist. His hands found themselves a place on the other male’s shoulders, imprisoning them in a death grip as he moved restlessly on the bed.
“Makelovetome,” He managed to whisper amongst the many gratified sounds escaping him, mouth almost immediately receding back into the routine of forming breathless pleas and sucking in oxygen at every opportunity.
This near-silent request stilled Sehun within seconds, and Jongin found himself protesting via whimpers for a second time upon the cessation of stimulation. It may have all been for the best, however, because he had already been approaching his climax. Just the mere thought of that made him flush all the way down to his neck, but the color only strengthened in vibrancy when Sehun brushed his sweaty bangs off of his forehead and asked, as softly as possible, “What did you just say?”
“Um.” Jongin could have smacked himself; he sounded so stupid. “I just… I want you to… um.”
Sehun gifted him with a small smile of encouragement, as well as a fleeting sweep of lips against lips. “Want me to what?”
“Fill me up,” Jongin suddenly blurted, shoving aside all uncertainties and timidity in favor of getting to the point, in hopes of getting what he’d been wanting for who knows how long. “Make me think of only you. Make…” There came that hesitation again, but Jongin quickly fought it down, although when it came to the redness claiming his skin, he had long since lost the battle. “Make love to me, Sehun.”
The intensity of Sehun’s gaze was so strong that Jongin couldn’t hold it, it confused him; was Sehun opposed to the idea? Was he angry? Did Sehun no longer want him, or did Sehun only want to fuck him…? Maybe he was turned off to the idea of making love? Or… was he… all for it? Jongin clung to the hope that Sehun was looking at him with love, and lust, rather than something else entirely.
His qualms were put to rest as soon as Sehun dove down to clumsily attach their mouths, biting and tugging and sucking on his lips with a fierceness that only made heat clump together in his stomach before snaking down into his throbbing erection.
“I’ll make love to you,” There was a certain tenderness in the way he spoke, and it caused Jongin’s eyes to gradually shine with one or so tears, tears that he furiously clawed away with his fingers. “I told you that I’d show you how to feel something other than pain.” As each word was enunciated carefully, quietly, Sehun collected additional lube onto his fingers before transferring it to his slightly red cock, smearing it across its surface and failing at keeping his actions from straining his voice. “I…” A shuddery breath, a lowering of his gaze, a dropping in the volume of his voice. “I love you, Jongin, and I promise you, that you’ll be able to feel it. You’ll be able to feel how painless and lasting my love for you is. How I’m willing to give you everything that I have.”
As Sehun rearranged himself so that he was settled between Jongin’s legs with the tip of his cock centimeters away from breaching the entrance, he released a shy, self-deprecating laugh. “That… was… so fucking cheesy. I’m sor-”
Jongin’s mouth was on his for… for… well, they’d kissed so many times, that Sehun could no longer count how often he had felt those pliant lips smooth against his, insistently attempt to part his, adhere to his so closely, so desperately, that saliva maintained the connection even after they had broken apart. But this time, it almost seemed… different. Jongin seemed more eager than before. More desperate. More… responsive. It seemed as if there were more feelings involved than before.
“You idiot,” Jongin choked out, and Sehun only now realized that a salty dampness lingered on his tongue. He only now saw its origin, how the liquid trailed down from the corner of Jongin’s eyes and bumped along the ridges of his face before either coming to a stop at his lips or dipping down the column of his neck and settling into the concavity of his collarbones. “Don’t be sorry. Don’t ever be sorry.”
Sehun risked a glance into Jongin’s eyes, willing away the pink surfacing to his cheeks. “Okay,” He mumbled, as he rotated his hips, ever so slightly rubbing against Jongin’s opening. “Okay.”
“Sehun…” Jongin sounded impatient, and Sehun’s own impatience became evident as he began to slowly ease into him, seeing no reason to wait any longer. Barely a few seconds had passed and only the tip had made its way through before Jongin emitted a sound of pain, unconsciously pouting up at the boy above him. Thus, Sehun halted, automatically appearing apologetic and expressing his guilt by repeating “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Jongin…” as he pecks said male’s lips over and over again.
“It’ll get better.” Sehun promises, wincing as he recalls how he has absolutely no experience (he’s a virgin) or knowledge (porn doesn’t count) in this whatsoever. He assumes that the worst is out of the way, but he truly hasn’t a clue. There’s never any indication of pain in pornography. At least… not in anything that he’s watched before.
“You can keep going,” Jongin whispers, hands splaying out across Sehun’s smooth stomach before sliding around to interlace against the latter’s lower back. Upon noting the hesitation still claiming Sehun’s face, his hands glide down further still, cupping the supple ass in his hands before trying to force Sehun further into him by giving a light push.
The hesitant expression transforms into a pleasured one as he feels himself slide deeper as well as feels keen hands massage his skin at a leisured pace despite the urgency clear in Jongin’s eyes.
“Jongin.” A moan is drawn out of him before he can stop it, and his embarrassment is alleviated when he feels Jongin’s dick twitch against his stomach. He wants to keep hovering above his best friend, keep a watch on his face in case it ever displays any degree of discomfort, and yet… he can’t help but dip his head down to rest against Jongin’s neck, breath coming out harsh and heavy and most certainly tickling the skin of the boy beneath him.
“Keep going,” Jongin reiterates, sounding somewhere between tense and blissful, and Sehun makes sure to leave soft, open-mouthed kisses all over his neck as he feels the entirety of his cock closed in around by an arousing sort of warmth.
He swears, barely audible, as he forces his head to rise from where it had been hidden. He is slightly relieved to find Jongin neither frowning nor smiling; he may not be enjoying himself as of yet, but at least he isn’t begging for Sehun to retreat before he’s even had a chance to properly move within him.
“You okay?” His question is punctuated by a gentle brushing of lips, and Jongin snatches up the opportunity to clamp onto his bottom lip with his teeth. He nibbles on it, gingerly, only letting it go to deliver a belated reply.
“Yeah,” He sneaks his tongue into Sehun’s mouth this time around, wiggling it in various directions before circling it around Sehun’s own. Sehun’s lips steal a groan of low volume as he sucks on Jongin’s tongue, releasing it only to swirl around it at a languid speed.
Just when Sehun was finally distracted enough to manage the agonizing wait to move, Jongin unintentionally clenched around his aching erection, and Sehun’s hips immediately jerked forwards just the slightest amount. It came as a shock to Sehun as soon as he heard Jongin echo his unrestrained moan, because he had believed that Jongin was still adjusting to the intrusion.
Sehun was even more astonished when Jongin wound a single leg around his waist, forcing him impossibly closer as he let out a faint whine.
“Sehunnn.” His eyelashes continuously skimmed across his cheeks as he blinked repeatedly up at the boy buried within him. In a whisper, he urged Sehun to continue. “You can move now…”
Sehun momentarily shut his eyes in gratitude before bending down to slide his lips along that damned bruise bordering Jongin’s eye. He kissed it a series of times before leaving a single peck to Jongin’s lips, palm tracing along damaged ribs with a touch reminiscent of a feather.
And then, just before Jongin could mutter a protest, he moved back only slightly before slowly, painstakingly shifting all the way forwards. Jongin emitted a little sigh of contentment, but he hastily strung his remaining leg around Sehun’s waist as well, linking his ankles as he made his best effort at getting Sehun to move against him even more.
“Again,” He breathed out, tone needy and legs already somewhat shaky. Sehun could do nothing other than comply, this time drawing back until only the head of his cock remained. He waited a moment, observing Jongin’s face, and kept his gaze there as he ever so gently slipped back into him. Now that Jongin knew these movements weren’t just experimental, testing his limits, a loud whine issued from his throat. He wanted more than this.
“Harder.” He demanded, arms following the same path as his legs did and encircling Sehun’s neck. Sehun allowed himself to be pulled down, chest meeting Jongin’s chest, hips pressed to Jongin’s hips. He rocked back and forth, unhurried and tender despite how strongly his instincts were screaming out at him to just slam into Jongin without abandon, chasing a release that would be superior to any and all he’s ever had. This was for Jongin. Of course, it was for him too; of course, he was beyond ecstatic to finally have Jongin in such a romantic sense, but… he was doing this to prove to Jongin that he was worthy of a chance. Sehun was worthy of being something other than a best friend. He was doing this to prove to Jongin that Jongin was worth something.
And no, his worth wasn’t related to his body. Sehun was proving that Jongin was worthy of being treated gently, carefully, like a blessing, with love.
So, no matter how loudly or desperately Jongin begged, Sehun wasn’t going to give in. He was determined to make love to this boy with all he had, and hopefully, there would be another time… a time where he could be more lenient with his movements.
The calm undulations of his body enabled friction to result from the rubbing of his stomach against Jongin’s curved cock. Sehun could already feel precum stain his abdomen, and instead of being disgusted, he was only all the more turned on. Hands slithered under Jongin’s back, holding the boy nearer to his lithe form as he smoothly glided in and out of the one he loved.
The only thing Jongin’s whimpers succeeded at were bringing Sehun closer to the brink of orgasm. He likely would last for some minutes more, but the alluring sounds only accelerated the process.
Jongin kind of wriggled in Sehun’s grasp, hips twisting in position a bit, and all of a sudden, he was crying out-“Sehun!”-at a volume far more emphatic than expected. Sehun decided that he had never heard his name uttered more beautifully.
“T-there… right there…” Jongin squirmed beneath him more than before, using his ankles to drive Sehun back into the same place as a second prior. Again, there was a high-pitched exclamation of Sehun’s name, and he trembled slightly as Sehun regained control and slowly rotated his hips, causing the tip of his cock to chafe-painlessly-against Jongin’s prostate.
“S-S-Sehun-” The moan was almost lyrical, pressing past parted lips and heading straight towards Sehun’s dick. Sehun took that as encouragement, sustaining the same movements at the same pace and earning himself a sequence of noises that conducted shivers down his perspiring spine. As his hips gyrated tirelessly, he attached his lips to Jongin neck, depositing love bites all over the boy’s skin in order to both distract from the marks indicating all the fights Jongin’s been in as well as to discreetly place his claim on Jongin as his own.
He could sense that Jongin was already getting close, and so, he lowered the boy back down onto the mattress before using one of his free hands to sneak between their stomachs and loosely grasp onto Jongin’s erection.
He rested his forehead against Jongin’s; occasionally pressing his lips to various places on the latter’s face before returning to the same position as before. And then, he began to rock into Jongin at a slightly faster rhythm than before. It was still leisured, and gentle, but he nudged forward more frequently, ensuring that he hit Jongin’s sweet spot with each shallow thrust. Simultaneously, his hand stroked Jongin slowly, but with a decent amount of pressure, thumb flitting over the slit and periodically digging into it.
It took only a few additional revolutions of his hips before Jongin’s own were bucking up, breath shuddering just as much as his body was. He clung to Sehun with a desperation reflected by his whimpering, pleading for more, more, more. He wasn’t any more specific than that, but Sehun knew. He knew, and he complied; fist rapidly tugging on Jongin’s cock and lips capturing Jongin’s in a messy make-out session. His hips, however, kept steady in their motion. Nevertheless, Jongin was reaching his limit, letting out small ah-ah-ah-’s as he desperately thrust into Sehun’s palm, never ceasing his begging for Sehun to fuck him harder.
Sehun finally gave in, giving a single hard slam into the boy just as he flicked his wrist just the right way, and without any sort of warning, Jongin was spilling into Sehun’s palm and onto his stomach; cock twitching as cum continued to spurt out. Sehun kept stroking him and rocking into him throughout his orgasm, and he must have even stroked for too long because Jongin began to whine due to oversensitivity, legs dropping from Sehun’s waist and falling to rest against the mattress. This caused Sehun to send him a brief smile, relinquishing Jongin’s softening dick in order to cleanse his hand of the latter’s release by way of his tongue. An additional whine was provided as Jongin witnessed this, and he craned his head to the side in an attempt to keep from watching any longer.
Uncertain as to whether Jongin was alright with him finishing inside him or not, Sehun began to pull out, but Jongin hastily swung his legs around his waist once more, yanking him back to where he’d been before.
“I… I want you to…” He pressed the back of his hand over his eyes, too mortified to complete his request. But Sehun could sense exactly what he wanted, and the thought of it made him feel all fluttery and warm inside.
“Okay.” Sehun murmured comfortingly, leaving one last kiss to the bruise that only became all the more apparent after Jongin’s eyes crinkled at the corners. Yet, Jongin’s sated smile morphed into a frown and his crinkled eyes widened in fear as Sehun forced himself out of his body anyways.
“S...Sehun?” He was panicked. On the edge of tears. When Sehun gingerly rolled him over so that he was on his stomach, he buried his face in the pillow to muffle a wavering exhalation.
The exhalation quickly turned into an inhalation, however, as soon as Sehun reentered him from this new angle. Sehun pressed deep within him, instantly knocking into his prostate dead on, and he moaned softly as his flaccid cock rubbed harshly against the sheets. When Sehun pulled all the way out, he hesitated, leaning down to press butterfly kisses to the gash tainting his back. He trailed the kisses down to Jongin’s ass, lightly nipping at the skin and grinning against it after hearing Jongin’s vocal appreciation, before brushing his lips all the way back to the cut that still succeeded at bringing tears to his eyes.
“I love you,” He whispered, against the laceration, and he pushed into Jongin a few final times, mouthing at his shoulder blades, before filling him up with an opalescent substance that streamed down his thighs upon Sehun’s withdrawal.
Sehun remained pressed against him for several minutes, mind wandering and questioning all that had transpired. What had that meant for Jongin? Did Jongin love him or not? It had certainly seemed like Jongin felt something or other for him, but…
“Sehun?” Came a very small voice beneath him. He hummed to indicate that he was listening.
“I feel gross.”
Sehun immediately stiffened against him. He feels gross. He. Feels. Gross. Did that mean… was he… regretting it? Already?
“N-no… Sehun, I mean, I… have… stuff. All over me.” Jongin held his breath, thankful that Sehun couldn’t see his face, but regretful that he couldn’t see Sehun’s face.
“Fuck,” Sehun rolled off of the other male, swiping a hand over his face. “Sorry. I… should be taking better care of you.” He leaned over, dropping a kiss to Jongin’s shoulder, his spine, the gash. And then he stood, rushing to the bathroom in search of some wet wipes.
When he returned, Jongin was already curled up in the corner, knees brought up to his chest, cum still staining his skin. His chest rose and fell steadily, and Sehun assumed that he had already drifted off. It was only reasonable, given the hour and given their previous activities.
He tenderly cleaned each and every bit of Jongin that could have possibly been dirtied, placing kisses on some of the same spots as well. Afterwards, he slid into bed beside him, hesitating as he watched the gorgeous boy he had fallen in love with sleep soundly, without worry for once. A few minutes passed, and then he smooshed his lips against Jongin’s forehead, winding one arm around Jongin’s waist and the other under Jongin’s neck. He wiggled his leg between both of Jongin’s, and despite the possibility of getting hard again because of it; he curled his entire nude form around Jongin’s. He couldn’t help but plant his face in Jongin’s hair, inhaling and exhaling upon being calmed after receiving the scent of strawberry shampoo. He breathed both meaningless and meaningful phrases against the tousled locks of hair, growing increasingly incoherent until fading into unconsciousness as well.
Part 5