[07.] and then the tables were turned
[07.] and then the tables were turned
lu han thinks sehun is boring in bed, but of course, sehun proves him wrong || lu han/sehun || nc-17 || warning: bdsm--gagging, handcuffing, blindfolding
happy birthday lu han!
Lu Han’s never been the most adventurous when it comes to sex.
Sure, he likes to switch it up a bit sometimes, dress in too-tight white dresses and red lipstick and red rouge and put on a show for Yixing, or even leave scratch marks and bruises all down Jongin’s neck and body as he sucks Jongin off in the shower, but since he’s gotten together with Sehun, he hasn’t had a single night of excitement.
Sehun is boring. He tries to please, pressing kisses down the insides of Lu Han’s thighs and swirling his tongue around the tip of Lu Han’s cock, but it just doesn’t hit the spot. Sehun’s probably the most boring that Lu Han’s ever had -- and that’s saying something.
“Sehun. Sehun. You’re so boring. Come on,” Lu Han chides, grabbing a fistful of Sehun’s hair and forcing him all the way down on his cock. Sehun gags, hands scrabbling at Lu Han’s hips for purchase. “Come on, you can use more tongue.”
“Can’t,” Sehun chokes out around Lu Han’s cock, raising his head. “Hyung -- I --”
Lu Han releases Sehun’s head, and Sehun splutters a little as he coughs, rubbing his throat. He crawls off the bed, walking towards the wardrobe, and Lu Han suppresses a sigh. They’re tired, and they have a showcase tomorrow. He’ll probably just have to jerk himself off in the shower tonight.
“Okay, okay, maybe we should call it a--”
Before he can finish his sentence though, Lu Han feels a slide of cold metal against his wrists, and then his left arm has been chained to the bedpost, and then his right, and Sehun’s sitting straddle-legged on top of him, riding him, with a smirk on his face.
“Surprised?” Sehun murmurs, bending down to nibble at Lu Han’s collarbones. Lu Han gulps. The look in Sehun’s eyes is completely different, and his bold actions have Lu Han thinking that this cannot possibly be the Sehun who couldn’t even deepthroat him a minute ago. Sehun grinds down, licking at Lu Han’s neck, twisting his nipple between two fingers, and Lu Han feels his cock hardening.
“Sehun--”
“Don’t talk,” Sehun growls, shutting Lu Han up with an open-mouthed kiss, biting down hard on Lu Han’s lips, and Lu Han can taste heat with a tinge of something metallic -- his own blood. The next thing he knows, Sehun’s stuffed something gross and rubbery in his mouth and the only sounds that he can get out are muffled whimpers and groans.
“Mmph--” Lu Han starts. He struggles, tugging at the handcuffs, but they’re firm and all he can do is lie on the bed spread eagled as Sehun trails kisses down his torso and dips his tongue into Lu Han’s bellybutton.
Lu Han’s running short of breath and the rubber ball is too large for his jaw and he’s about to tear up from humiliation, but god, he’s never been so hard before. He takes one look down, takes in Sehun, sweaty and gasping for breath, and feels an uncontrollable pool of heat build up below his stomach and at the base of his cock.
“Do you like it?” Sehun asks, stroking Lu Han’s erection with one finger. Lu Han keens upwards, straining against the handcuffs, saying something like fuck you, Sehun -- but of course it comes out muffled and all too needy from behind the ball gag. Sehun grabs Lu Han’s cock roughly in his hand, gives it one slow pump, and scoots back up.
“I’m gonna get you off, hyung,” Sehun whispers as he grabs a scarf and folds it in half lengthwise. Lu Han’s heart thuds in his chest. He knows what’s coming next. “I’m gonna make you so hard.”
Sehun doesn’t lie.
Lu Han’s always been the one initiating, with Yixing, with Jongin, so he’d never known how good it could feel to be the one chained to the bed, unable to speak, unable to see a thing, until now. Without his sight, every touch is magnified a hundredfold, every murmur sending sparks through his body, and even without Sehun touching his cock, Lu Han knows his erection is dark and dripping with precome.
Sehun licks a stripe from the base of Lu Han’s cock to the tip, sucking at the head and letting his cock out with a pop. Lu Han bucks up, fists clenched, teeth biting hard into the rubber, and Sehun chuckles, a low vibration that has Lu Han choking in a wave of pleasure.
Then, Sehun’s gone.
“Mmh?” Lu Han whimpers, panicked. He hears the sound of a drawer opening, the sound of a tube lid clacking, and then the sudden shock of cold lube on his cock, freezing in comparison with the heat of Sehun’s mouth. Holy fuck, Lu Han thinks, arching his back up. Holy fuck.
And then, Sehun starts moaning his name.
His moans are accompanied by slicking sounds, a sound Lu Han knows all too well, and it takes all of Lu Han’s willpower to stop himself from coming as he imagines Sehun fingering himself, mouth open, cock half-hard, moaning his name. It takes all of Lu Han’s willpower to not thrash against the goddamn cuffs and thrust wildly into the air, hoping for some contact.
Then, as suddenly as Sehun had left, there’s a tight warmth around Lu Han’s cock as Sehun settles himself down, gasping. Sehun’s hands are flat on Lu Han’s chest, still slick from preparation, nails digging into the flesh painfully. Lu Han thrusts up, hard, and Sehun gasps again.
“Fuck,” Sehun chokes out, as Lu Han bucks his hips up. Sehun slides himself off, and Lu Han can feel Sehun holding himself just above his cock, just out of reach. Lu Han thrusts up, grunting in frustration. “My pace, hyung.”
All Lu Han can do is wait as Sehun licks trails up and down his chest, sucking at his nipples, fingers scrabbling at his hipbones, and fight his urge to thrust as Sehun lowers himself down again, painfully tight around his cock, riding up and down slowly, building up a rhythm, faster, faster, faster, faster, until--
Lu Han arches up off the bed and comes inside Sehun, the knot of tension at the base of his cock releasing in thick, sticky strings. He clamps his teeth down on the rubber, strains against the chafing metal, comes and comes, and feels Sehun groan and come between them on his chest. All the strength floods out of Lu Han, and then he’s lying on the bed limp, chest heaving up and down with exertion.
“Well,” Sehun murmurs, collapsed on top of Lu Han, heart beating at an equally fast pace. He yanks the scarf away from Lu Han’s eyes, and Lu Han can see Sehun again, hair wet from sweat and matted to his forehead, a little satisfied grin on his face. “Not so boring anymore, are we?”
lu han thinks sehun is boring in bed, but of course, sehun proves him wrong || lu han/sehun || nc-17 || warning: bdsm--gagging, handcuffing, blindfolding
happy birthday lu han!
Lu Han’s never been the most adventurous when it comes to sex.
Sure, he likes to switch it up a bit sometimes, dress in too-tight white dresses and red lipstick and red rouge and put on a show for Yixing, or even leave scratch marks and bruises all down Jongin’s neck and body as he sucks Jongin off in the shower, but since he’s gotten together with Sehun, he hasn’t had a single night of excitement.
Sehun is boring. He tries to please, pressing kisses down the insides of Lu Han’s thighs and swirling his tongue around the tip of Lu Han’s cock, but it just doesn’t hit the spot. Sehun’s probably the most boring that Lu Han’s ever had -- and that’s saying something.
“Sehun. Sehun. You’re so boring. Come on,” Lu Han chides, grabbing a fistful of Sehun’s hair and forcing him all the way down on his cock. Sehun gags, hands scrabbling at Lu Han’s hips for purchase. “Come on, you can use more tongue.”
“Can’t,” Sehun chokes out around Lu Han’s cock, raising his head. “Hyung -- I --”
Lu Han releases Sehun’s head, and Sehun splutters a little as he coughs, rubbing his throat. He crawls off the bed, walking towards the wardrobe, and Lu Han suppresses a sigh. They’re tired, and they have a showcase tomorrow. He’ll probably just have to jerk himself off in the shower tonight.
“Okay, okay, maybe we should call it a--”
Before he can finish his sentence though, Lu Han feels a slide of cold metal against his wrists, and then his left arm has been chained to the bedpost, and then his right, and Sehun’s sitting straddle-legged on top of him, riding him, with a smirk on his face.
“Surprised?” Sehun murmurs, bending down to nibble at Lu Han’s collarbones. Lu Han gulps. The look in Sehun’s eyes is completely different, and his bold actions have Lu Han thinking that this cannot possibly be the Sehun who couldn’t even deepthroat him a minute ago. Sehun grinds down, licking at Lu Han’s neck, twisting his nipple between two fingers, and Lu Han feels his cock hardening.
“Sehun--”
“Don’t talk,” Sehun growls, shutting Lu Han up with an open-mouthed kiss, biting down hard on Lu Han’s lips, and Lu Han can taste heat with a tinge of something metallic -- his own blood. The next thing he knows, Sehun’s stuffed something gross and rubbery in his mouth and the only sounds that he can get out are muffled whimpers and groans.
“Mmph--” Lu Han starts. He struggles, tugging at the handcuffs, but they’re firm and all he can do is lie on the bed spread eagled as Sehun trails kisses down his torso and dips his tongue into Lu Han’s bellybutton.
Lu Han’s running short of breath and the rubber ball is too large for his jaw and he’s about to tear up from humiliation, but god, he’s never been so hard before. He takes one look down, takes in Sehun, sweaty and gasping for breath, and feels an uncontrollable pool of heat build up below his stomach and at the base of his cock.
“Do you like it?” Sehun asks, stroking Lu Han’s erection with one finger. Lu Han keens upwards, straining against the handcuffs, saying something like fuck you, Sehun -- but of course it comes out muffled and all too needy from behind the ball gag. Sehun grabs Lu Han’s cock roughly in his hand, gives it one slow pump, and scoots back up.
“I’m gonna get you off, hyung,” Sehun whispers as he grabs a scarf and folds it in half lengthwise. Lu Han’s heart thuds in his chest. He knows what’s coming next. “I’m gonna make you so hard.”
Sehun doesn’t lie.
Lu Han’s always been the one initiating, with Yixing, with Jongin, so he’d never known how good it could feel to be the one chained to the bed, unable to speak, unable to see a thing, until now. Without his sight, every touch is magnified a hundredfold, every murmur sending sparks through his body, and even without Sehun touching his cock, Lu Han knows his erection is dark and dripping with precome.
Sehun licks a stripe from the base of Lu Han’s cock to the tip, sucking at the head and letting his cock out with a pop. Lu Han bucks up, fists clenched, teeth biting hard into the rubber, and Sehun chuckles, a low vibration that has Lu Han choking in a wave of pleasure.
Then, Sehun’s gone.
“Mmh?” Lu Han whimpers, panicked. He hears the sound of a drawer opening, the sound of a tube lid clacking, and then the sudden shock of cold lube on his cock, freezing in comparison with the heat of Sehun’s mouth. Holy fuck, Lu Han thinks, arching his back up. Holy fuck.
And then, Sehun starts moaning his name.
His moans are accompanied by slicking sounds, a sound Lu Han knows all too well, and it takes all of Lu Han’s willpower to stop himself from coming as he imagines Sehun fingering himself, mouth open, cock half-hard, moaning his name. It takes all of Lu Han’s willpower to not thrash against the goddamn cuffs and thrust wildly into the air, hoping for some contact.
Then, as suddenly as Sehun had left, there’s a tight warmth around Lu Han’s cock as Sehun settles himself down, gasping. Sehun’s hands are flat on Lu Han’s chest, still slick from preparation, nails digging into the flesh painfully. Lu Han thrusts up, hard, and Sehun gasps again.
“Fuck,” Sehun chokes out, as Lu Han bucks his hips up. Sehun slides himself off, and Lu Han can feel Sehun holding himself just above his cock, just out of reach. Lu Han thrusts up, grunting in frustration. “My pace, hyung.”
All Lu Han can do is wait as Sehun licks trails up and down his chest, sucking at his nipples, fingers scrabbling at his hipbones, and fight his urge to thrust as Sehun lowers himself down again, painfully tight around his cock, riding up and down slowly, building up a rhythm, faster, faster, faster, faster, until--
Lu Han arches up off the bed and comes inside Sehun, the knot of tension at the base of his cock releasing in thick, sticky strings. He clamps his teeth down on the rubber, strains against the chafing metal, comes and comes, and feels Sehun groan and come between them on his chest. All the strength floods out of Lu Han, and then he’s lying on the bed limp, chest heaving up and down with exertion.
“Well,” Sehun murmurs, collapsed on top of Lu Han, heart beating at an equally fast pace. He yanks the scarf away from Lu Han’s eyes, and Lu Han can see Sehun again, hair wet from sweat and matted to his forehead, a little satisfied grin on his face. “Not so boring anymore, are we?”