Miss Me, Kiss Me ; Taohun
Even when I try to be hardcore, my porn nearly always ends up being sappy. Inspired by a tumblr post.
But it’s not the same.
Sehun thinks he officially lost his mind on the first night. He’s so used to getting an emoticon-filled text, a selca, a sappy message, something from Tao. Jongin’s probably the only one who gets it, on some level, but then neither he nor his precious Kyungsoo have been on this program before. Joonmyun tries to understand, for which Tao is grateful, but some members are no help at all.
“Did you miss me this much while I was gone?” Chanyeol asks, batting his eyelashes at Sehun. And Sehun, three days without a word from Tao, almost bashes Chanyeol’s nose in with a pillow. He apologizes later, but Chanyeol doesn’t tease him about it again.
Sehun would like to think that their company would never send Tao anywhere dangerous, not on purpose. There’s a medic on standby, and the cast knows what they’re doing. He’s probably fine, there’s surely nothing to worry about. But recent events have Sehun on edge, doubting everything. And he keeps thinking about the cast member who sliced his hand open when Chanyeol was on the program. It can get pretty nasty out there, when you’re in a new place, almost totally exposed, tired and hungry. You slip up. Trip. Forget you’re not on solid ground. He can’t stop picturing all the horrible things that could have happened to Tao.
It’s worse because he hasn’t heard from his best friend at all since his plane took off. It’s different when Tao’s in China and he’s in Korea, at least then they have phones, video chat, hell even the pictures that fans post online, so they can keep up with everyone’s moves. Now there’s nothing, and it’s not the same.
On the day that Tao is supposed to come home, Sehun wakes up with a bad feeling. He dashes into the kitchen and sees their managers sitting at the table, looking serious. His stomach feels like it’s filled with rocks.
“What happened?”
They break the news to him slowly, like he’s a little kid. Like he’s going to break-which he might. It’s been four days and he has no idea what’s happened to his best friend, he’s a little fragile. He panics when they tell him that Tao’s been injured by coral.
“It’s just his foot,” Joonmyun tries to say.
But Tao needs both feet to dance and do martial arts. And isn’t coral poisonous? Sehun’s pretty sure he read that somewhere. The managers tell him that Tao’s fine, but Sehun won’t believe it until he sees it.
And when Sehun does see Tao, he’s smiling. He holds up his injured foot and apologizes, because he’s going to have to sit for their concert.
“But I’ll be there!”
Sehun wants to hit him. This is one time where his faith in the company is tested, why the hell did they let him go to the jungle right before a concert, knowing that people got hurt on this show? But Tao swears up and down that he’s fine, all the doctors have said so. He meets Sehun’s eye specifically, grabs his hand and squeezes.
“I’m okay. I missed you, but I had fun.”
And other than his foot, he does look very good. A little thin, maybe. In need of a long shower and some sleep. He’s a bit bruised and roughed up, sunburned in places but gorgeously tanned in others. Sehun rubs his own pale skin and thinks that if he spent four days on the beach, even the skin he covered up would have been lobster red.
“You should get some rest,” Sehun says.
Tao grins widely. “I will. I promise.”
There isn’t time for a proper hello, or even space for it. It’s days before they get that time. Tao goes to a hospital and gets checked out, told that he can go, but he needs to take it easy. Sehun gets a text after a schedule, with an address for a hotel that Tao likes.
‘Rm 334. Come visit me?’
Sehun can’t say yes fast enough.
Even when he’s hurt, Tao isn’t one to sit back and let Sehun do all the work. From the moment Sehun walks in the door, Tao is on him. Sehun barely has a chance to breathe. Tao kisses him like it’s been weeks, not days. In some ways, it has been weeks. Sehun’s memory isn’t half as good as the real thing, and he’s forgotten the taste of Tao’s mouth, the way his skin smells. He closes his eyes and grabs Tao’s shoulders, he inhales through his nose and moans when Tao licks the inside of his mouth. Sehun’s shoved up against a wall, or the door, he’s not sure. He actually likes the wall, because when Tao presses close, there’s no mattress to swallow Sehun’s body and take him away. Tao always feels closer, against a wall, or the door, or the floor.
Sehun drapes his arms over Tao’s shoulders and tilts his head to the side, grinning at Tao. Tao shoves his thigh between Sehun’s legs and grinds it against him. Sehun gasps and rolls his hips down.
“I missed you,” Sehun gasps. It almost sounds like ‘I love you,’ the way he says it.
“I missed you too,” Tao says. He kisses Sehun’s neck. “God, I missed you so much. Five days, five fucking days, Sehun.”
“I know,” Sehun says. He scrambles to get a hold of Tao’s shirt, pull it up, but they’re too close together for it to go anywhere. “Are you gonna fuck me sometime today?”
Sehun can feel the shiver that goes through Tao’s body. “Not against the wall.”
He has to peel Sehun away from the wall. Sehun’s legs feel like jelly, he can hardly walk to the bed, and Tao’s not much better.
“How’s your foot?” Sehun asks as he flops back against the mattress.
Tao pounces on him, straddles Sehun’s hips. He tears his own shirt off and leans down to kiss Sehun again.
“I’ll live,” Tao answers, when he pulls himself up for air. Sehun sucks in oxygen, and Tao’s so close that it feels like he can taste Tao’s body heat. He tangles his fingers in Tao’s hair and pulls him down for another kiss. He hasn’t been drunk that often in his life, but it feels like he is now. His head is spinning, his whole body feels hot, and his thoughts have been narrowed to one focus-Tao.
Sehun trails his fingers down from Tao’s hair to his neck, to his collar bones-Sehun’s always loved his boyfriend’s broad shoulders, his muscled arms. He traces the pads of his fingers lightly over Tao’s chest, ghosting over his nipples. Tao moans into Sehun’s mouth and bites his lip. Sehun grins around their next kiss. His hands are shaking now, as he traces Tao’s abs. His stomach is sensitive, Sehun can feel the muscles jump under his touch. He presses his hands against Tao’s body, nails dragging over Tao’s hips. He’s still thinner than Sehun remembers. He trails his hands lower and touches denim. That will never do. Sehun tugs at the button of Tao’s jeans, he plays with the zipper. He cups his hand against Tao’s crotch, he can feel how hard Tao is already. Sehun’s not far behind him, and he knows Tao can tell. He decides to have some fun-he tugs Tao’s zipper down, listens to Tao moan, and then pulls it back up. Then down again. Back up. Down, he thumbs the head of Tao’s cock, then back up again.
Tao grabs Sehun’s wrists and pins them to the bed, squeezing hard. “I will make you come in your pants like a thirteen year old.”
Sehun’s eyes widen, his breath catches in his throat. Tao smirks at him.
“But you would like that, wouldn’t you Sehun? Maybe I should, and then make you wear these jeans again tomorrow, stain and all.”
Tao kisses down Sehun’s neck. He releases Sehun’s wrists and reaches for the hem of his shirt, then he leans back.
“Is this a treasured shirt?”
“What?” Sehun blinks up at Tao. “No, it’s not.”
“Good,” Tao says, and he grabs Sehun’s shirt in both fists and in front of Sehun’s very eyes, Tao tears Sehun’s shirt in half, collar to hem.
Sehun gasps loudly and curls his hands into fists so tight, he’ll leave bruises in his palms from his nails. He screws his eyes shut and inhales deeply, trying to keep from doing exactly what Tao threatened to make him do. He’ll never get that image out of his head, nor the sound of the fabric tearing apart. God, that was so hot.
Tao’s mouth is on his chest, burning hot even though Sehun’s skin is already warm. Sehun tries to remind himself that this is Tao, who screams like a baby in a haunted house and can’t shower alone most days, but it’s difficult to imagine the same person who is now sucking hickeys onto his ribs doing any of those things.
“Tao,” Sehun says, his voice unsteady, “Tao, please…I need you.”
Maybe it’s Sehun’s tone, or maybe Tao is just as desperate, but he doesn’t tease. “I’m right here, I’ve got you.” He drags Sehun’s jeans down his hips, Sehun grabs onto the head board quickly so that he doesn’t get pulled halfway down the bed. His whole body is shaking, and he’s flashing back to how nervous he was the first time they did this. But it’s not like that now, that’s not why he’s shaking. Now he knows what Tao can do, and he’s so ready for it.
Tao doesn’t even get Sehun’s jeans off, he pulls them halfway down Sehun’s thighs and then takes his cock into his mouth. Sehun startles and yelps-Tao rarely blows him without a condom, he says it’s too messy. Sehun tries to say something about it, but it gets lost as Tao deep throats him suddenly. Sehun arches off the bed and grabs onto Tao’s shoulders, nails digging into his skin. He tips his head back, eyes shut tight. He wants this to last, but with the image of Tao tearing his shirt apart still fresh in his mind, it’s hard to hold back.
Tao pulls off and Sehun almost sobs. “Tao…Zitao…”
Tao mouths at Sehun’s stomach, tongue dipping into his belly button. “Pull my hair,” he murmurs. “Show me what you want.”
Sehun kicks off his jeans and slings his legs over Tao’s shoulders. He grabs Tao’s hair tightly and shoves his head back down. He catches a brief glimpse of Tao’s smirk before his boyfriend’s mouth is on him again. Sehun knows what Tao can take, and knows that Tao is strong enough to break his hold if he really needs to. He rolls his hips up and holds Tao’s head down. Tao breathes through his nose, Sehun can feel each exhale against the base of his cock. He squeezes his thighs just slightly.
“I’m going to come in your mouth,” Sehun manages to say. “Can you take it?”
Tao rubs his thumbs in circles on Sehun’s hips-gentle encouragement, and all Sehun needs. He guides Tao’s head, tells him when to swallow, rolls his hips up, loving the feeling of Tao’s mouth around him. He just manages to pull Tao back slightly when he feels his orgasm approaching, so he doesn’t choke his boyfriend when he comes. He half expects Tao to spit, or else make Sehun swallow his own come-both of which he’s been known to do before-and he’s surprised when he feels Tao swallow. Sehun loosens his grip and lets his legs fall back on the bed. He ends up needing to pull Tao off his dick when he gets too sensitive for Tao’s tongue.
Tao grins at Sehun, a wicked look in his eye. He lays himself over Sehun’s body, denim of his jeans chafing Sehun’s thighs. He murmurs something in Chinese against Sehun’s neck.
“What?” Sehun asks.
Tao chuckles. “I said, so much better than raw clams.”
Sehun whacks Tao’s shoulder half-heartedly, blushing deeply. “I missed you.”
Tao’s gaze softens. “I missed you too. I missed you so much.” He takes both of Sehun’s hands and twines their fingers together. He nuzzles Sehun’s cheek, his eyelashes fluttering over Sehun’s skin. “Don’t fall asleep on me,” Tao says. “I’m not done with you.”
Sehun grins. “Good, I’m not done with you either.”
Tao kisses Sehun briefly, just enough for Sehun to get a taste of the come on his lips, and then he leans back. “Can’t decide if I should fuck you or ride you.”
Sehun’s whole body flushes. “Fuck me,” he says quietly. “I…I’m ready for you.”
Tao’s eyes widen, he lets go of one of Sehun’s hands and pushes two fingers into him. They both gasp-Tao from surprise, Sehun because he’s been waiting for this for weeks and god, he missed Tao’s fingers stretching him.
“You did this yourself?” Tao asks, twisting his fingers. Still fresh off his orgasm, Sehun squirms from the stimulation.
“Yes, before I came here,” he gasps.
Tao swears under his breath, eyes wide. “One of these days, I’m going to get to see that.”
Sehun wriggles his other hand free and tears at Tao’s jeans. “Get undressed and fuck me now before I tie you down and take care of it myself.”
For a half second, Tao looks like he might be considering it, but Sehun knows that he wants to be involved tonight. He strips down and grabs the lube from the nightstand, and holds up a condom.
“Should I?”
Sehun blushes even more and covers his face with his hands. Tao laughs and drops a kiss on Sehun’s forehead. “I won’t, if you don’t want me to.”
“I thought you said it was too messy.”
Tao looks thoughtful, then he tears the condom open and rolls it over Sehun’s cock. “There,” he says proudly, finishing with a kiss on the tip, “Now you won’t make a mess when you come.”
Sehun uncovers his face and smiles up at Tao. “You’re okay with not wearing one?”
Tao nods. “It’s fine.” He wraps his hands around Sehun’s knees and pulls them apart. Sehun offers no resistance-it’s funny, how he was embarrassed earlier and now he almost feels like he’s preening under Tao’s gaze. But maybe it’s not so funny. After all, Tao looks at him with so much love and adoration, how could he not enjoy being looked at like that?
“You want me on my back, then?” Sehun asks.
Tao nods and hitches Sehun’s legs up on his hips. “I missed you, I want to look at you.”
“And kiss me.”
Tao nods. “And kiss you.”
They were frenzied before, but now they take their time. That’s how they usually are, though. between the two of them, there’s only so long they can go before someone starts feeling sappy. True, Tao gets called out for it more often, but Sehun has had his moments.
Tao holds Sehun’s hands the entire time. His mouth never leaves Sehun’s skin, even when he’s not kissing Sehun. Tao whispers “I missed you,” over and over again, like a mantra. Neither of them last very long, and Sehun expected as much, since he’s already come once and Tao hasn’t. And when Tao pulls out, the night is still young, and there’s time for more, should they decide to go for another round.
But at the moment, they’re both tired and want nothing more than to just curl up together and talk. They drag themselves from bed and go to the bathroom, both saying at the same time that they’d prefer a bath over a shower. It’s pretty awesome, how in sync they are. And it’s been a while since Sehun’s been able to be with Tao like this.
Sehun gets in the tub first, and Tao sits between his legs and leans back against his chest. Sehun kisses up and down his neck, happy to have Tao back in his arms at last.
“Seriously, how’s your foot?”
Tao lifts his leg slightly so Sehun can see. “Much better, I really don’t feel it as much anymore.” He turns his head so Sehun can kiss him. “Were you worried about me?”
“Worried sick,” Sehun mutters. “It wasn’t the same. I didn’t know what was happening, if you were okay, if you were getting enough to eat. How did you sleep?”
“Not well on the first night, but really well the other nights. I was really tired. I think I actually slept more soundly in the rainforest than in the dorm. How about you?”
Sehun doesn’t even think about lying. “Not well at all.”
Tao looks guilty, and Sehun kisses him again. “Not your fault. I overthink things, you know that. Besides, I’ll sleep well tonight.”
“We both will,” Tao agrees.
Sehun grins. “I wish it could always be like this.”
“It will be, one day,” Tao swears. “We’ll work hard now, and then someday we’ll be able to live however we want.”
Until then, there will always be moments where they make each other worry, but there will also be moments where they get to be alone like this.
BAAAAAH SO SAPPY.
But it’s not the same.
Sehun thinks he officially lost his mind on the first night. He’s so used to getting an emoticon-filled text, a selca, a sappy message, something from Tao. Jongin’s probably the only one who gets it, on some level, but then neither he nor his precious Kyungsoo have been on this program before. Joonmyun tries to understand, for which Tao is grateful, but some members are no help at all.
“Did you miss me this much while I was gone?” Chanyeol asks, batting his eyelashes at Sehun. And Sehun, three days without a word from Tao, almost bashes Chanyeol’s nose in with a pillow. He apologizes later, but Chanyeol doesn’t tease him about it again.
Sehun would like to think that their company would never send Tao anywhere dangerous, not on purpose. There’s a medic on standby, and the cast knows what they’re doing. He’s probably fine, there’s surely nothing to worry about. But recent events have Sehun on edge, doubting everything. And he keeps thinking about the cast member who sliced his hand open when Chanyeol was on the program. It can get pretty nasty out there, when you’re in a new place, almost totally exposed, tired and hungry. You slip up. Trip. Forget you’re not on solid ground. He can’t stop picturing all the horrible things that could have happened to Tao.
It’s worse because he hasn’t heard from his best friend at all since his plane took off. It’s different when Tao’s in China and he’s in Korea, at least then they have phones, video chat, hell even the pictures that fans post online, so they can keep up with everyone’s moves. Now there’s nothing, and it’s not the same.
On the day that Tao is supposed to come home, Sehun wakes up with a bad feeling. He dashes into the kitchen and sees their managers sitting at the table, looking serious. His stomach feels like it’s filled with rocks.
“What happened?”
They break the news to him slowly, like he’s a little kid. Like he’s going to break-which he might. It’s been four days and he has no idea what’s happened to his best friend, he’s a little fragile. He panics when they tell him that Tao’s been injured by coral.
“It’s just his foot,” Joonmyun tries to say.
But Tao needs both feet to dance and do martial arts. And isn’t coral poisonous? Sehun’s pretty sure he read that somewhere. The managers tell him that Tao’s fine, but Sehun won’t believe it until he sees it.
And when Sehun does see Tao, he’s smiling. He holds up his injured foot and apologizes, because he’s going to have to sit for their concert.
“But I’ll be there!”
Sehun wants to hit him. This is one time where his faith in the company is tested, why the hell did they let him go to the jungle right before a concert, knowing that people got hurt on this show? But Tao swears up and down that he’s fine, all the doctors have said so. He meets Sehun’s eye specifically, grabs his hand and squeezes.
“I’m okay. I missed you, but I had fun.”
And other than his foot, he does look very good. A little thin, maybe. In need of a long shower and some sleep. He’s a bit bruised and roughed up, sunburned in places but gorgeously tanned in others. Sehun rubs his own pale skin and thinks that if he spent four days on the beach, even the skin he covered up would have been lobster red.
“You should get some rest,” Sehun says.
Tao grins widely. “I will. I promise.”
There isn’t time for a proper hello, or even space for it. It’s days before they get that time. Tao goes to a hospital and gets checked out, told that he can go, but he needs to take it easy. Sehun gets a text after a schedule, with an address for a hotel that Tao likes.
‘Rm 334. Come visit me?’
Sehun can’t say yes fast enough.
Even when he’s hurt, Tao isn’t one to sit back and let Sehun do all the work. From the moment Sehun walks in the door, Tao is on him. Sehun barely has a chance to breathe. Tao kisses him like it’s been weeks, not days. In some ways, it has been weeks. Sehun’s memory isn’t half as good as the real thing, and he’s forgotten the taste of Tao’s mouth, the way his skin smells. He closes his eyes and grabs Tao’s shoulders, he inhales through his nose and moans when Tao licks the inside of his mouth. Sehun’s shoved up against a wall, or the door, he’s not sure. He actually likes the wall, because when Tao presses close, there’s no mattress to swallow Sehun’s body and take him away. Tao always feels closer, against a wall, or the door, or the floor.
Sehun drapes his arms over Tao’s shoulders and tilts his head to the side, grinning at Tao. Tao shoves his thigh between Sehun’s legs and grinds it against him. Sehun gasps and rolls his hips down.
“I missed you,” Sehun gasps. It almost sounds like ‘I love you,’ the way he says it.
“I missed you too,” Tao says. He kisses Sehun’s neck. “God, I missed you so much. Five days, five fucking days, Sehun.”
“I know,” Sehun says. He scrambles to get a hold of Tao’s shirt, pull it up, but they’re too close together for it to go anywhere. “Are you gonna fuck me sometime today?”
Sehun can feel the shiver that goes through Tao’s body. “Not against the wall.”
He has to peel Sehun away from the wall. Sehun’s legs feel like jelly, he can hardly walk to the bed, and Tao’s not much better.
“How’s your foot?” Sehun asks as he flops back against the mattress.
Tao pounces on him, straddles Sehun’s hips. He tears his own shirt off and leans down to kiss Sehun again.
“I’ll live,” Tao answers, when he pulls himself up for air. Sehun sucks in oxygen, and Tao’s so close that it feels like he can taste Tao’s body heat. He tangles his fingers in Tao’s hair and pulls him down for another kiss. He hasn’t been drunk that often in his life, but it feels like he is now. His head is spinning, his whole body feels hot, and his thoughts have been narrowed to one focus-Tao.
Sehun trails his fingers down from Tao’s hair to his neck, to his collar bones-Sehun’s always loved his boyfriend’s broad shoulders, his muscled arms. He traces the pads of his fingers lightly over Tao’s chest, ghosting over his nipples. Tao moans into Sehun’s mouth and bites his lip. Sehun grins around their next kiss. His hands are shaking now, as he traces Tao’s abs. His stomach is sensitive, Sehun can feel the muscles jump under his touch. He presses his hands against Tao’s body, nails dragging over Tao’s hips. He’s still thinner than Sehun remembers. He trails his hands lower and touches denim. That will never do. Sehun tugs at the button of Tao’s jeans, he plays with the zipper. He cups his hand against Tao’s crotch, he can feel how hard Tao is already. Sehun’s not far behind him, and he knows Tao can tell. He decides to have some fun-he tugs Tao’s zipper down, listens to Tao moan, and then pulls it back up. Then down again. Back up. Down, he thumbs the head of Tao’s cock, then back up again.
Tao grabs Sehun’s wrists and pins them to the bed, squeezing hard. “I will make you come in your pants like a thirteen year old.”
Sehun’s eyes widen, his breath catches in his throat. Tao smirks at him.
“But you would like that, wouldn’t you Sehun? Maybe I should, and then make you wear these jeans again tomorrow, stain and all.”
Tao kisses down Sehun’s neck. He releases Sehun’s wrists and reaches for the hem of his shirt, then he leans back.
“Is this a treasured shirt?”
“What?” Sehun blinks up at Tao. “No, it’s not.”
“Good,” Tao says, and he grabs Sehun’s shirt in both fists and in front of Sehun’s very eyes, Tao tears Sehun’s shirt in half, collar to hem.
Sehun gasps loudly and curls his hands into fists so tight, he’ll leave bruises in his palms from his nails. He screws his eyes shut and inhales deeply, trying to keep from doing exactly what Tao threatened to make him do. He’ll never get that image out of his head, nor the sound of the fabric tearing apart. God, that was so hot.
Tao’s mouth is on his chest, burning hot even though Sehun’s skin is already warm. Sehun tries to remind himself that this is Tao, who screams like a baby in a haunted house and can’t shower alone most days, but it’s difficult to imagine the same person who is now sucking hickeys onto his ribs doing any of those things.
“Tao,” Sehun says, his voice unsteady, “Tao, please…I need you.”
Maybe it’s Sehun’s tone, or maybe Tao is just as desperate, but he doesn’t tease. “I’m right here, I’ve got you.” He drags Sehun’s jeans down his hips, Sehun grabs onto the head board quickly so that he doesn’t get pulled halfway down the bed. His whole body is shaking, and he’s flashing back to how nervous he was the first time they did this. But it’s not like that now, that’s not why he’s shaking. Now he knows what Tao can do, and he’s so ready for it.
Tao doesn’t even get Sehun’s jeans off, he pulls them halfway down Sehun’s thighs and then takes his cock into his mouth. Sehun startles and yelps-Tao rarely blows him without a condom, he says it’s too messy. Sehun tries to say something about it, but it gets lost as Tao deep throats him suddenly. Sehun arches off the bed and grabs onto Tao’s shoulders, nails digging into his skin. He tips his head back, eyes shut tight. He wants this to last, but with the image of Tao tearing his shirt apart still fresh in his mind, it’s hard to hold back.
Tao pulls off and Sehun almost sobs. “Tao…Zitao…”
Tao mouths at Sehun’s stomach, tongue dipping into his belly button. “Pull my hair,” he murmurs. “Show me what you want.”
Sehun kicks off his jeans and slings his legs over Tao’s shoulders. He grabs Tao’s hair tightly and shoves his head back down. He catches a brief glimpse of Tao’s smirk before his boyfriend’s mouth is on him again. Sehun knows what Tao can take, and knows that Tao is strong enough to break his hold if he really needs to. He rolls his hips up and holds Tao’s head down. Tao breathes through his nose, Sehun can feel each exhale against the base of his cock. He squeezes his thighs just slightly.
“I’m going to come in your mouth,” Sehun manages to say. “Can you take it?”
Tao rubs his thumbs in circles on Sehun’s hips-gentle encouragement, and all Sehun needs. He guides Tao’s head, tells him when to swallow, rolls his hips up, loving the feeling of Tao’s mouth around him. He just manages to pull Tao back slightly when he feels his orgasm approaching, so he doesn’t choke his boyfriend when he comes. He half expects Tao to spit, or else make Sehun swallow his own come-both of which he’s been known to do before-and he’s surprised when he feels Tao swallow. Sehun loosens his grip and lets his legs fall back on the bed. He ends up needing to pull Tao off his dick when he gets too sensitive for Tao’s tongue.
Tao grins at Sehun, a wicked look in his eye. He lays himself over Sehun’s body, denim of his jeans chafing Sehun’s thighs. He murmurs something in Chinese against Sehun’s neck.
“What?” Sehun asks.
Tao chuckles. “I said, so much better than raw clams.”
Sehun whacks Tao’s shoulder half-heartedly, blushing deeply. “I missed you.”
Tao’s gaze softens. “I missed you too. I missed you so much.” He takes both of Sehun’s hands and twines their fingers together. He nuzzles Sehun’s cheek, his eyelashes fluttering over Sehun’s skin. “Don’t fall asleep on me,” Tao says. “I’m not done with you.”
Sehun grins. “Good, I’m not done with you either.”
Tao kisses Sehun briefly, just enough for Sehun to get a taste of the come on his lips, and then he leans back. “Can’t decide if I should fuck you or ride you.”
Sehun’s whole body flushes. “Fuck me,” he says quietly. “I…I’m ready for you.”
Tao’s eyes widen, he lets go of one of Sehun’s hands and pushes two fingers into him. They both gasp-Tao from surprise, Sehun because he’s been waiting for this for weeks and god, he missed Tao’s fingers stretching him.
“You did this yourself?” Tao asks, twisting his fingers. Still fresh off his orgasm, Sehun squirms from the stimulation.
“Yes, before I came here,” he gasps.
Tao swears under his breath, eyes wide. “One of these days, I’m going to get to see that.”
Sehun wriggles his other hand free and tears at Tao’s jeans. “Get undressed and fuck me now before I tie you down and take care of it myself.”
For a half second, Tao looks like he might be considering it, but Sehun knows that he wants to be involved tonight. He strips down and grabs the lube from the nightstand, and holds up a condom.
“Should I?”
Sehun blushes even more and covers his face with his hands. Tao laughs and drops a kiss on Sehun’s forehead. “I won’t, if you don’t want me to.”
“I thought you said it was too messy.”
Tao looks thoughtful, then he tears the condom open and rolls it over Sehun’s cock. “There,” he says proudly, finishing with a kiss on the tip, “Now you won’t make a mess when you come.”
Sehun uncovers his face and smiles up at Tao. “You’re okay with not wearing one?”
Tao nods. “It’s fine.” He wraps his hands around Sehun’s knees and pulls them apart. Sehun offers no resistance-it’s funny, how he was embarrassed earlier and now he almost feels like he’s preening under Tao’s gaze. But maybe it’s not so funny. After all, Tao looks at him with so much love and adoration, how could he not enjoy being looked at like that?
“You want me on my back, then?” Sehun asks.
Tao nods and hitches Sehun’s legs up on his hips. “I missed you, I want to look at you.”
“And kiss me.”
Tao nods. “And kiss you.”
They were frenzied before, but now they take their time. That’s how they usually are, though. between the two of them, there’s only so long they can go before someone starts feeling sappy. True, Tao gets called out for it more often, but Sehun has had his moments.
Tao holds Sehun’s hands the entire time. His mouth never leaves Sehun’s skin, even when he’s not kissing Sehun. Tao whispers “I missed you,” over and over again, like a mantra. Neither of them last very long, and Sehun expected as much, since he’s already come once and Tao hasn’t. And when Tao pulls out, the night is still young, and there’s time for more, should they decide to go for another round.
But at the moment, they’re both tired and want nothing more than to just curl up together and talk. They drag themselves from bed and go to the bathroom, both saying at the same time that they’d prefer a bath over a shower. It’s pretty awesome, how in sync they are. And it’s been a while since Sehun’s been able to be with Tao like this.
Sehun gets in the tub first, and Tao sits between his legs and leans back against his chest. Sehun kisses up and down his neck, happy to have Tao back in his arms at last.
“Seriously, how’s your foot?”
Tao lifts his leg slightly so Sehun can see. “Much better, I really don’t feel it as much anymore.” He turns his head so Sehun can kiss him. “Were you worried about me?”
“Worried sick,” Sehun mutters. “It wasn’t the same. I didn’t know what was happening, if you were okay, if you were getting enough to eat. How did you sleep?”
“Not well on the first night, but really well the other nights. I was really tired. I think I actually slept more soundly in the rainforest than in the dorm. How about you?”
Sehun doesn’t even think about lying. “Not well at all.”
Tao looks guilty, and Sehun kisses him again. “Not your fault. I overthink things, you know that. Besides, I’ll sleep well tonight.”
“We both will,” Tao agrees.
Sehun grins. “I wish it could always be like this.”
“It will be, one day,” Tao swears. “We’ll work hard now, and then someday we’ll be able to live however we want.”
Until then, there will always be moments where they make each other worry, but there will also be moments where they get to be alone like this.
BAAAAAH SO SAPPY.