Paint & Pastels; krishun // oneshot // NC17
Paint & Pastels
NC17
Kris/Sehun
Kris is stuck in art class and his teacher, Oh Sehun, isn't exactly pleased with his work.
Kris pushes back his stool and stares at the paper fastened to his easel, paint brush in his mouth. His eyebrows are furrowed as he scrutinises his work with crossed arms. His eyes dart from his paper to the still life setup he’s supposed to draw. He leans back slightly in his stool with a satisfied grin, an eye closed as he compares the two.
“You look satisfied, Yifan.”
Kris wipes off the grin on his face and removes the paint brush from his mouth when his art teacher, Mr Oh Sehun, approaches him.
“It’s Kris. How many times do I have to tell you?”
“Your name on the register is Yifan, so I will call you Yifan,” Sehun retorts, standing back to look at Kris’ art piece.
A frown makes its way to Sehun’s face as he looks at the setup, to Kris’ paper, and back to the setup.
“I remember setting up a few roses for today’s setup, not… this.”
Sehun points at the paper on Kris’ easel, which has blotches of red paint and thin black lines forming circles and odd shapes all over. Sehun assumes Kris had attempted to draw out the roses first with black paint instead of the usual graphite pencil. Kris gets the number of roses right (three) but Sehun doesn’t see how he can give Kris a passing grade.
“And I said a dry medium, Kris. Paint is a wet medium. Pastel is a dry medium, for example.”
Kris shrugs, placing the paint brush in a bottle beside him.
“I think it’s a masterpiece. I deserve an A.”
The bell rings before Sehun can even reply. The rest of the class immediately place their art pieces on Sehun’s table and shuffle out. Sehun watches as the last of them walks out and the door shuts with a soft click. He turns to Kris’ easel and releases the paper from the metal holders, putting it by the window where the sun can help dry it up faster.
“You can leave now, Yifan.”
“I don’t want to,” Kris mumbles, wrapping his arms around Sehun’s waist from behind.
Sehun jumps in shock and tries to take Kris’ hands off, because seriously, they’re not supposed to be acting like this.
“I am your teacher and this is inappropriate.”
“You didn’t mind last time.”
Sehun’s mind goes back to the previous week, when Kris had held him back after class with an inquiry but ended up ravishing him instead. Sehun cannot deny that it was the best he’s ever had, no matter how hard he wants to (because Kris is his student, for goodness’ sake).
“Mr Kim is waiting for you in your History class,” Sehun tries, feeling his resolve break slowly.
“Joonmyun won’t even notice that I’m not there,” Kris responds, placing light kisses down Sehun’s distinct jaw line.
Sehun thinks fuck it, and he turns around to capture Kris’ lips with his own. He can feel Kris grinning, so he bites on Kris’ bottom lip and pushes his tongue into Kris’ mouth. Sehun wraps his arms around Kris’ neck and brings him down, letting their lips clash harder and pushing himself further into Kris. He groans when their hips are pressed together, his half-hard cock already starting to strain against his zipper. Sehun pulls away from the kiss, taking in the much needed breath and buries his face into Kris’ neck to lick at the skin near Kris’ collarbone.
“Yifan,” Sehun whimpers when Kris cups his butt cheeks, one in each hand.
Kris tightens his grip so much it’s almost painful, and Sehun knows Kris isn’t happy.
“Kris.”
The grip on his ass loosens significantly, and Sehun takes the chance to push Kris towards the direction of the teacher’s desk at the front of the classroom. His long fingers quickly work on the buttons of Kris’ uniform, letting the fabric slip off and letting it lie forgotten on the floor. Kris forces a hand down the back of Sehun’s pants and kneads at the plump flesh of his butt cheeks, causing a soft gasp to slip through Sehun’s lips. Their bodies are pressed flushed together, both the men slightly panting.
Kris nearly tears Sehun’s shirt off as he takes a seat on the teacher’s chair and pulls the other into his lap. Sehun places his hands on Kris’ strong shoulders and brings his hips down, rubbing against the obvious tent in Kris’ pants. They simultaneously groan at the delicious friction and Sehun decides that he doesn’t have the patience anymore. Sehun stands up and hurriedly pushes his pants and briefs down, standing stark naked in front of Kris who licks his lips at the sight in front of him.
“Suck me,” Sehun commands, at which Kris raises an eyebrow.
Kris complies anyway, wrapping one large hand around Sehun’s length and closing his mouth around the head of Sehun’s cock. He licks at the slit where pre-cum had started to collect and Sehun tangles his fingers in Kris’ hair. Kris sucks obscenely at the tip, the sound echoing around the room. Sehun groans, tilting his head back slightly as his jaw falls open when Kris takes in more of him and strokes at what his mouth cannot cover. Sehun looks down and gets even more turned on, if possible, at the sight of Kris with Sehun’s dick in his mouth, eyes half open and bobbing his head front and back. The heat around his cock is incredible, and Sehun fights the urge to fuck himself into Kris’ open mouth although he’s pretty sure that Kris wouldn’t mind.
Kris pulls his mouth off of Sehun’s length and Sehun whimpers at the loss, because a little bit more would have made him come. Kris unbuttons his trousers and pulls his briefs down, stepping out of them. Reaching into the desk drawer where Kris knows the bottle of lube is, he takes it out and spreads some on three of his fingers. Sehun goes back to straddling Kris when he sees his fingers ready, biting his lip as Kris pushes his index finger into Sehun’s hole in one quick and hard move. Kris moves the finger in and out, adding another one and scissoring Sehun open to prepare him for Kris’ cock which is much larger. Sehun fucks himself back onto Kris’ hand when he slides the third finger in, knuckle-deep in Sehun’s ass. With a smirk, Kris thrusts them in and out harshly, causing Sehun to fall forward and bury his face into Kris’ neck, teeth grazing the skin.
“Kris,” Sehun moans, pushing back impatiently onto Kris’ hand.
“Tell me what you want,” Kris orders, stilling his fingers for a moment.
“You,” Sehun replies, shutting his eyes.
He really needs Kris to move his fingers.
“More specific.”
“I want you. I want your cock deep inside me. I want you to fuck me so hard the only thing I can remember is your name,” Sehun whispers into Kris’ ear, biting at the ear lobe afterwards and rolling his hips against Kris’.
Kris growls, pulling his fingers out, and places both his hands on Sehun’s hips to position him directly above Kris’ cock. Sehun slams himself down and throws his head back in a silent scream when Kris fills him up in one hard thrust. He barely needs time to adjust before he’s lifting himself up until on the head of Kris’ dick is in him, and then pushing back down. Sehun lifts and slams down, rutting his hips and Kris thinks that he won’t be able to last long. Sehun’s thighs tremble with the effort of keeping himself up although he’s stabilising himself by putting his hands on Kris’ chest and Kris decides to take over.
Kris stands up and Sehun wraps his legs around Kris’ waist, letting out a yelp when he’s pushed up against the blackboard, the edge digging painfully into his back. Sehun moves his hips, and Kris pistons himself in and out of Sehun at a speed that makes him dizzy. Sehun claws at the expanse of Kris’ back and he’s sure that there will be angry red marks afterwards but he doesn’t really care. He only cares about the way Kris is pushing in and then pulling out hard and fast, breathing heavily as he focuses on bringing the both of them to completion.
Sehun accidentally lets out a very loud moan when Kris hits his spot, and Kris immediately shifts his hips to thrust right into the bundle of nerves. Sehun has to bite on his lips so hard that he can taste copper on his tongue, trying to keep the sounds to a minimum.
“I think I’m close,” Sehun gasps, feeling the familiar heat pool up in his stomach.
“Me too,” Kris groans, going even faster and harder than before and hand coming up to grab Sehun’s neglected erection and stroke at the same pace of his thrusts.
Sehun forces Kris to swallow the cries of his name as he pushes their lips together, spilling his release into Kris’ hand. Kris comes with a guttural groan after a few more thrusts, letting Sehun’s tight heat milk him dry before he pulls out and lets Sehun down on his feet. Sehun grabs a few pieces of tissue from his desk and cleans up the white mess, feeling all sticky and dirty.
“I think you need to teach me how to draw,” Kris suggests as he puts on his pants. “At your house.”
“Knowing you, you’d tear my clothes off the moment you step through my door,” Sehun snorts, buttoning up his shirt.
“That’s the plan,” Kris grins, and Sehun rolls his eyes.
NC17
Kris/Sehun
Kris is stuck in art class and his teacher, Oh Sehun, isn't exactly pleased with his work.
Kris pushes back his stool and stares at the paper fastened to his easel, paint brush in his mouth. His eyebrows are furrowed as he scrutinises his work with crossed arms. His eyes dart from his paper to the still life setup he’s supposed to draw. He leans back slightly in his stool with a satisfied grin, an eye closed as he compares the two.
“You look satisfied, Yifan.”
Kris wipes off the grin on his face and removes the paint brush from his mouth when his art teacher, Mr Oh Sehun, approaches him.
“It’s Kris. How many times do I have to tell you?”
“Your name on the register is Yifan, so I will call you Yifan,” Sehun retorts, standing back to look at Kris’ art piece.
A frown makes its way to Sehun’s face as he looks at the setup, to Kris’ paper, and back to the setup.
“I remember setting up a few roses for today’s setup, not… this.”
Sehun points at the paper on Kris’ easel, which has blotches of red paint and thin black lines forming circles and odd shapes all over. Sehun assumes Kris had attempted to draw out the roses first with black paint instead of the usual graphite pencil. Kris gets the number of roses right (three) but Sehun doesn’t see how he can give Kris a passing grade.
“And I said a dry medium, Kris. Paint is a wet medium. Pastel is a dry medium, for example.”
Kris shrugs, placing the paint brush in a bottle beside him.
“I think it’s a masterpiece. I deserve an A.”
The bell rings before Sehun can even reply. The rest of the class immediately place their art pieces on Sehun’s table and shuffle out. Sehun watches as the last of them walks out and the door shuts with a soft click. He turns to Kris’ easel and releases the paper from the metal holders, putting it by the window where the sun can help dry it up faster.
“You can leave now, Yifan.”
“I don’t want to,” Kris mumbles, wrapping his arms around Sehun’s waist from behind.
Sehun jumps in shock and tries to take Kris’ hands off, because seriously, they’re not supposed to be acting like this.
“I am your teacher and this is inappropriate.”
“You didn’t mind last time.”
Sehun’s mind goes back to the previous week, when Kris had held him back after class with an inquiry but ended up ravishing him instead. Sehun cannot deny that it was the best he’s ever had, no matter how hard he wants to (because Kris is his student, for goodness’ sake).
“Mr Kim is waiting for you in your History class,” Sehun tries, feeling his resolve break slowly.
“Joonmyun won’t even notice that I’m not there,” Kris responds, placing light kisses down Sehun’s distinct jaw line.
Sehun thinks fuck it, and he turns around to capture Kris’ lips with his own. He can feel Kris grinning, so he bites on Kris’ bottom lip and pushes his tongue into Kris’ mouth. Sehun wraps his arms around Kris’ neck and brings him down, letting their lips clash harder and pushing himself further into Kris. He groans when their hips are pressed together, his half-hard cock already starting to strain against his zipper. Sehun pulls away from the kiss, taking in the much needed breath and buries his face into Kris’ neck to lick at the skin near Kris’ collarbone.
“Yifan,” Sehun whimpers when Kris cups his butt cheeks, one in each hand.
Kris tightens his grip so much it’s almost painful, and Sehun knows Kris isn’t happy.
“Kris.”
The grip on his ass loosens significantly, and Sehun takes the chance to push Kris towards the direction of the teacher’s desk at the front of the classroom. His long fingers quickly work on the buttons of Kris’ uniform, letting the fabric slip off and letting it lie forgotten on the floor. Kris forces a hand down the back of Sehun’s pants and kneads at the plump flesh of his butt cheeks, causing a soft gasp to slip through Sehun’s lips. Their bodies are pressed flushed together, both the men slightly panting.
Kris nearly tears Sehun’s shirt off as he takes a seat on the teacher’s chair and pulls the other into his lap. Sehun places his hands on Kris’ strong shoulders and brings his hips down, rubbing against the obvious tent in Kris’ pants. They simultaneously groan at the delicious friction and Sehun decides that he doesn’t have the patience anymore. Sehun stands up and hurriedly pushes his pants and briefs down, standing stark naked in front of Kris who licks his lips at the sight in front of him.
“Suck me,” Sehun commands, at which Kris raises an eyebrow.
Kris complies anyway, wrapping one large hand around Sehun’s length and closing his mouth around the head of Sehun’s cock. He licks at the slit where pre-cum had started to collect and Sehun tangles his fingers in Kris’ hair. Kris sucks obscenely at the tip, the sound echoing around the room. Sehun groans, tilting his head back slightly as his jaw falls open when Kris takes in more of him and strokes at what his mouth cannot cover. Sehun looks down and gets even more turned on, if possible, at the sight of Kris with Sehun’s dick in his mouth, eyes half open and bobbing his head front and back. The heat around his cock is incredible, and Sehun fights the urge to fuck himself into Kris’ open mouth although he’s pretty sure that Kris wouldn’t mind.
Kris pulls his mouth off of Sehun’s length and Sehun whimpers at the loss, because a little bit more would have made him come. Kris unbuttons his trousers and pulls his briefs down, stepping out of them. Reaching into the desk drawer where Kris knows the bottle of lube is, he takes it out and spreads some on three of his fingers. Sehun goes back to straddling Kris when he sees his fingers ready, biting his lip as Kris pushes his index finger into Sehun’s hole in one quick and hard move. Kris moves the finger in and out, adding another one and scissoring Sehun open to prepare him for Kris’ cock which is much larger. Sehun fucks himself back onto Kris’ hand when he slides the third finger in, knuckle-deep in Sehun’s ass. With a smirk, Kris thrusts them in and out harshly, causing Sehun to fall forward and bury his face into Kris’ neck, teeth grazing the skin.
“Kris,” Sehun moans, pushing back impatiently onto Kris’ hand.
“Tell me what you want,” Kris orders, stilling his fingers for a moment.
“You,” Sehun replies, shutting his eyes.
He really needs Kris to move his fingers.
“More specific.”
“I want you. I want your cock deep inside me. I want you to fuck me so hard the only thing I can remember is your name,” Sehun whispers into Kris’ ear, biting at the ear lobe afterwards and rolling his hips against Kris’.
Kris growls, pulling his fingers out, and places both his hands on Sehun’s hips to position him directly above Kris’ cock. Sehun slams himself down and throws his head back in a silent scream when Kris fills him up in one hard thrust. He barely needs time to adjust before he’s lifting himself up until on the head of Kris’ dick is in him, and then pushing back down. Sehun lifts and slams down, rutting his hips and Kris thinks that he won’t be able to last long. Sehun’s thighs tremble with the effort of keeping himself up although he’s stabilising himself by putting his hands on Kris’ chest and Kris decides to take over.
Kris stands up and Sehun wraps his legs around Kris’ waist, letting out a yelp when he’s pushed up against the blackboard, the edge digging painfully into his back. Sehun moves his hips, and Kris pistons himself in and out of Sehun at a speed that makes him dizzy. Sehun claws at the expanse of Kris’ back and he’s sure that there will be angry red marks afterwards but he doesn’t really care. He only cares about the way Kris is pushing in and then pulling out hard and fast, breathing heavily as he focuses on bringing the both of them to completion.
Sehun accidentally lets out a very loud moan when Kris hits his spot, and Kris immediately shifts his hips to thrust right into the bundle of nerves. Sehun has to bite on his lips so hard that he can taste copper on his tongue, trying to keep the sounds to a minimum.
“I think I’m close,” Sehun gasps, feeling the familiar heat pool up in his stomach.
“Me too,” Kris groans, going even faster and harder than before and hand coming up to grab Sehun’s neglected erection and stroke at the same pace of his thrusts.
Sehun forces Kris to swallow the cries of his name as he pushes their lips together, spilling his release into Kris’ hand. Kris comes with a guttural groan after a few more thrusts, letting Sehun’s tight heat milk him dry before he pulls out and lets Sehun down on his feet. Sehun grabs a few pieces of tissue from his desk and cleans up the white mess, feeling all sticky and dirty.
“I think you need to teach me how to draw,” Kris suggests as he puts on his pants. “At your house.”
“Knowing you, you’d tear my clothes off the moment you step through my door,” Sehun snorts, buttoning up his shirt.
“That’s the plan,” Kris grins, and Sehun rolls his eyes.