Dry Heat
Title: Dry Heat
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kai/Sehun
Word Count: ~1.7K
A/N: I just felt like writing a short fill~ and I wrote this in like 3 hours lol this has to be my quickest work ever. Also when will I start posting non-Kai pairings? It's a mystery~
Summary: This is just the two maknaes being playful and oh- Fuck that.
Assholes.
That's the first word that comes to mind when Jongin enters the room he'll be sleeping in tonight. Not because his hyungs Joonmyeon and Kyungsoo have just bullied the maknaes of the dorm into switching rooms after their air conditioner malfunctioned, but because the first thing Jongin sees when he steps in is Kyungsoo's and Sehun's trousers-clad asses in the air.
Jongin presses his lips together and tiptoes over to the bed, palms outstretched inches from his chest. Kyungsoo gets into a sitting position before Jongin can approach, and Jongin hastily puts his left arm down, the right still eagerly waiting to attack its prey. Kyungsoo's lips twitch slightly before curving into a knowing smirk.
Jongin gives Sehun's ample ass a hard smack.
The youngest yelps before he jumps off the bed and tackles Jongin onto the floor, which gives Jongin about a half of a millisecond to appreciate the pile of clothes he had so conveniently ended up on.
"Kyungsoo, help!" Jongin cries out from underneath Sehun, who has him pinned by the wrists and thighs, but the older simply scoffs and shrugs in amusement, choosing to leave the two instead after a muttered goodnight. Figures.
Jongin stops writhing under the younger's hold, deciding that trying to push Sehun off of him required too much energy. Sehun frowns at Jongin's state. "No fun," he tuts, and hops onto the bed.
"Shit, I'm already sweating," Jongin hisses from the floor, too comfortable on the pile of clothes which are probably dirty and Jongin shouldn't be lying on them in the first place but nah. Nah, being disgusted would take up too much of his en..er... Jongin's loud yawn blocks out his thoughts momentarily.
Sehun hums his acknowledgement, and by the way the sheets are rustling Jongin thinks the other must be making bed angels at the moment. Then, he spots Sehun's arm and phone in the air. "Let's post a photo together~" he singsongs, thumb pressing the shutter button repeatedly as Jongin plays dead.
"Put 'me and a pile of clothes' as your caption," Jongin suggests when Sehun's photo-taking arm disappears from view.
Sehun gives his usual high-pitched staccato laugh. "I'll tag 'SeKai' in the caption too."
Jongin struggles to stand up. "Yah, yah, Sehun-ah, you know what 'sekai' means in Japanese, right?"
Sehun stops making bed angels and blinks at Jongin, licking lips that are already starting to form a smile. "What?"
"It means the 'world,' Sehun," Jongin says excitedly, making his way over to the bed again. "We mean the world to the Japane-" and the remaining syllables and words in Jongin's statement get lost in a loud laugh he can't suppress.
"Will you two shut. The fuck. Up!?" Chanyeol's gruff voice booms from the door, where the lanky older stands by with bloodshot eyes. "Do something quieter, like sleep for fuck's sake." Chanyeol doesn't wait for their reply, squinting his eyes and switching off the light in the room before shuffling off.
Sehun's phone lights up and illuminates the exaggerated scowl on the younger's face, and Jongin has to cover his mouth with a hand to stifle his laughter. "Stop," Jongin breathes and hits the other's shoulder, which emits a dramatic groan from Sehun. "Before he shuts us up with his Rilakkuma dolls."
Sehun licks his lips again, that damn habit, and shakes his head side to side as though he's contemplating the pros and cons of having his mouth stuffed with Rilakkuma dolls, and it's enough to make Jongin imagine silencing Sehun and Sehun actually liking it and no matter what Jongin does to him Sehun still has to keep quiet and and Jongin should go to sleep, now, yes, he really should.
"Imgoingtosleep," he mumbles and scurries under the comforter, pulling it all the way up to his ears even though it's starting to feel like a damn sauna in here. Go to sleep, Jongin chants in his mind, as though that would actually lull him.
But Jongin can't sleep. Not when he can hear the tap-tap-tapping of Sehun typing away on his phone, and the excruciatingly long breaths Sehun takes in and lets out. And not when he can feel Sehun shifting about beside him every goddamn minute, a limb or two somehow always brushing against Jongin's stiff body.
Fuck.
"Would you stop?" Jongin harshly whispers the fourth time he's sure it's Sehun's butt that's molested his own, and when he turns he accidentally elbows the small of Sehun's back, bringing out a pathetic-sounding cry of pain from the other.
"Hey, what gives!?" Sehun whispers back as he turns to face Jongin, and Jongin wants to explain that he hadn't meant to do that but Sehun elbows him on the chest before he can open his mouth.
"No fair, your elbow's sharper than mine!"
"Maybe you should've thought of that before you hit me."
"I didn't- Ow! Yah, I didn't kick you."
"I know. But I di- ouch. Oh, you're going to regret that."
"Not before you do!"
"Oh yeah?" Sehun challenges, hands grabbing Jongin's hips. "Make me."
Something is very, very, very, very wrong here.
Jongin is suddenly very aware of his growing boner, probably caused by the way he has Sehun pinned to the bed and the way the younger thumbs Jongin's protruding hipbones through his wifebeater. It doesn't help that they've been whispering all this time, too, and Sehun's minty breath is like a little warm cloud resting on his philtrum, misty arms giving Jongin's nose and lips the occasional tickle.
It's not bright enough for Jongin to see the expression on Sehun's face, but it isn't dark enough, either, to hide the toothy smile the younger gives when his knee rubs against Jongin's erection. "Oops," Sehun says a little too innocently.
Jongin doesn't know why the hell he feels competitive over a thing like this, but before he can stop himself, Jongin has a hand running up Sehun's thin tank, palm circling over the chest area with purpose. It doesn't take long for Sehun's grin to fade and for Sehun to whine, voice cracking slightly from the unexpected pleasure.
His actions have caused Sehun to tighten his grip on Jongin's hips, and when Sehun's knee rubs not once, not twice, but three times against his crotch Jongin all but lets out a growl, which only entices him to move his hand down to Sehun's groin.
Sehun inhales sharply as Jongin cups the bulge in his trousers, and Jongin desperately clings on to the belief that this is just a game, this is just a game; this is just a battle between them to see who can outlast the other. This is just the two maknaes being playful and oh- Fuck that; Sehun is stroking his length through Jongin's flimsy boxers and even the most clueless person alive can tell it's not just a bloody game anymore.
"Wait, I don't, no, not," Jongin stammers, then groans at his inability to put his thoughts into coherent words.
What he means to say is that he doesn't want to be stroked to completion; he wants to hold Sehun against him and rut against the younger's impossibly beautiful behind, but Jongin doesn't know how to make it sound any less wrong than it really is, wanting to dryhump the hell out of his bandmate.
Thankfully, Sehun understands anyway, once Jongin is on his knees and attempting to turn Sehun around by the shoulders, and the younger gets on his hands and knees, ass up and ready for Jongin's enjoyment.
Sehun's trousers are thick and a little prickly in places where the threads are loose, but the friction is shockingly good even on the first experimental grate, sending jolts all the way through Jongin's body and making every little hair (as well as his dick) stand.
Jongin doesn't appear to be the only one succumbing to just how great this feels, the younger panting helplessly under him as if needing to be touched. Sure enough, when Jongin starts palming the other's length and balls Sehun's moan sounds sincerely appreciative and absolutely sinful.
This isn't even my bed, Jongin reminds himself, as if that very reminder could stop him from making a mess in his shorts, but all it does is make the already-electrifying situation even more thrilling, and suddenly Jongin very much wants to drip come onto the bedsheets.
A little justice, perhaps, for being asked to sleep in the hottest room in the dorm that night. (Of course, Jongin knows that'd be bullshit, considering how agreeing to sleep in this very room with Sehun is obviously the best decision he's ever made.)
Distracted by his thoughts, Jongin loses the upper hand and feels like a fish right out of water, the way he's desperately inhaling air into his lungs due to Sehun's movements. The younger is holding on to the metal bars of the headrest, body lurching forward and back at an erratic pace, grinding against Jongin's leaking cock and fucking himself into Jongin's hand without much help. Sehun's a breathy mess underneath him, and Jongin just knows that Sehun's so close, Sehun's so close, Sehun's so-
Jongin comes with a violent shudder, dick throbbing weakly as fluid oozes out of him. He hears the tiny whimper coming out of Sehun as he reaches his high, and the smell of sweat and semen is heavy in the air around them when they both make their way back down.
Unable to move because of the discomfort in his shorts, Jongin stays where he is and waits for Sehun to get behind him before guiding them into a comforting hug. Jongin sighs as Sehun buries his face into his hair, and Jongin thinks they might be able to put their competitiveness aside and start being mushy to one another for once, but then Sehun whispers, "I win."
Jongin turns to glare at him. "It was close. I could have won."
"I doubt that."
"It's only because I'm wearing these thin boxers. I bet you can't last half as long as I can if you were wearing these instead."
"Fine," Sehun clicks his tongue. "Let's switch bottoms and have a rematch."
Jongin's jaw slackens.
"Why? Afraid you'll lose again?"
He retrieves his jaw and swallows. "No. L-let's have a rematch."
Sehun licks his lips before they curl into an evil smirk, and Jongin feels a tug at the waistband of his boxers. "A rematch it is."
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kai/Sehun
Word Count: ~1.7K
A/N: I just felt like writing a short fill~ and I wrote this in like 3 hours lol this has to be my quickest work ever. Also when will I start posting non-Kai pairings? It's a mystery~
Summary: This is just the two maknaes being playful and oh- Fuck that.
Assholes.
That's the first word that comes to mind when Jongin enters the room he'll be sleeping in tonight. Not because his hyungs Joonmyeon and Kyungsoo have just bullied the maknaes of the dorm into switching rooms after their air conditioner malfunctioned, but because the first thing Jongin sees when he steps in is Kyungsoo's and Sehun's trousers-clad asses in the air.
Jongin presses his lips together and tiptoes over to the bed, palms outstretched inches from his chest. Kyungsoo gets into a sitting position before Jongin can approach, and Jongin hastily puts his left arm down, the right still eagerly waiting to attack its prey. Kyungsoo's lips twitch slightly before curving into a knowing smirk.
Jongin gives Sehun's ample ass a hard smack.
The youngest yelps before he jumps off the bed and tackles Jongin onto the floor, which gives Jongin about a half of a millisecond to appreciate the pile of clothes he had so conveniently ended up on.
"Kyungsoo, help!" Jongin cries out from underneath Sehun, who has him pinned by the wrists and thighs, but the older simply scoffs and shrugs in amusement, choosing to leave the two instead after a muttered goodnight. Figures.
Jongin stops writhing under the younger's hold, deciding that trying to push Sehun off of him required too much energy. Sehun frowns at Jongin's state. "No fun," he tuts, and hops onto the bed.
"Shit, I'm already sweating," Jongin hisses from the floor, too comfortable on the pile of clothes which are probably dirty and Jongin shouldn't be lying on them in the first place but nah. Nah, being disgusted would take up too much of his en..er... Jongin's loud yawn blocks out his thoughts momentarily.
Sehun hums his acknowledgement, and by the way the sheets are rustling Jongin thinks the other must be making bed angels at the moment. Then, he spots Sehun's arm and phone in the air. "Let's post a photo together~" he singsongs, thumb pressing the shutter button repeatedly as Jongin plays dead.
"Put 'me and a pile of clothes' as your caption," Jongin suggests when Sehun's photo-taking arm disappears from view.
Sehun gives his usual high-pitched staccato laugh. "I'll tag 'SeKai' in the caption too."
Jongin struggles to stand up. "Yah, yah, Sehun-ah, you know what 'sekai' means in Japanese, right?"
Sehun stops making bed angels and blinks at Jongin, licking lips that are already starting to form a smile. "What?"
"It means the 'world,' Sehun," Jongin says excitedly, making his way over to the bed again. "We mean the world to the Japane-" and the remaining syllables and words in Jongin's statement get lost in a loud laugh he can't suppress.
"Will you two shut. The fuck. Up!?" Chanyeol's gruff voice booms from the door, where the lanky older stands by with bloodshot eyes. "Do something quieter, like sleep for fuck's sake." Chanyeol doesn't wait for their reply, squinting his eyes and switching off the light in the room before shuffling off.
Sehun's phone lights up and illuminates the exaggerated scowl on the younger's face, and Jongin has to cover his mouth with a hand to stifle his laughter. "Stop," Jongin breathes and hits the other's shoulder, which emits a dramatic groan from Sehun. "Before he shuts us up with his Rilakkuma dolls."
Sehun licks his lips again, that damn habit, and shakes his head side to side as though he's contemplating the pros and cons of having his mouth stuffed with Rilakkuma dolls, and it's enough to make Jongin imagine silencing Sehun and Sehun actually liking it and no matter what Jongin does to him Sehun still has to keep quiet and and Jongin should go to sleep, now, yes, he really should.
"Imgoingtosleep," he mumbles and scurries under the comforter, pulling it all the way up to his ears even though it's starting to feel like a damn sauna in here. Go to sleep, Jongin chants in his mind, as though that would actually lull him.
But Jongin can't sleep. Not when he can hear the tap-tap-tapping of Sehun typing away on his phone, and the excruciatingly long breaths Sehun takes in and lets out. And not when he can feel Sehun shifting about beside him every goddamn minute, a limb or two somehow always brushing against Jongin's stiff body.
Fuck.
"Would you stop?" Jongin harshly whispers the fourth time he's sure it's Sehun's butt that's molested his own, and when he turns he accidentally elbows the small of Sehun's back, bringing out a pathetic-sounding cry of pain from the other.
"Hey, what gives!?" Sehun whispers back as he turns to face Jongin, and Jongin wants to explain that he hadn't meant to do that but Sehun elbows him on the chest before he can open his mouth.
"No fair, your elbow's sharper than mine!"
"Maybe you should've thought of that before you hit me."
"I didn't- Ow! Yah, I didn't kick you."
"I know. But I di- ouch. Oh, you're going to regret that."
"Not before you do!"
"Oh yeah?" Sehun challenges, hands grabbing Jongin's hips. "Make me."
Something is very, very, very, very wrong here.
Jongin is suddenly very aware of his growing boner, probably caused by the way he has Sehun pinned to the bed and the way the younger thumbs Jongin's protruding hipbones through his wifebeater. It doesn't help that they've been whispering all this time, too, and Sehun's minty breath is like a little warm cloud resting on his philtrum, misty arms giving Jongin's nose and lips the occasional tickle.
It's not bright enough for Jongin to see the expression on Sehun's face, but it isn't dark enough, either, to hide the toothy smile the younger gives when his knee rubs against Jongin's erection. "Oops," Sehun says a little too innocently.
Jongin doesn't know why the hell he feels competitive over a thing like this, but before he can stop himself, Jongin has a hand running up Sehun's thin tank, palm circling over the chest area with purpose. It doesn't take long for Sehun's grin to fade and for Sehun to whine, voice cracking slightly from the unexpected pleasure.
His actions have caused Sehun to tighten his grip on Jongin's hips, and when Sehun's knee rubs not once, not twice, but three times against his crotch Jongin all but lets out a growl, which only entices him to move his hand down to Sehun's groin.
Sehun inhales sharply as Jongin cups the bulge in his trousers, and Jongin desperately clings on to the belief that this is just a game, this is just a game; this is just a battle between them to see who can outlast the other. This is just the two maknaes being playful and oh- Fuck that; Sehun is stroking his length through Jongin's flimsy boxers and even the most clueless person alive can tell it's not just a bloody game anymore.
"Wait, I don't, no, not," Jongin stammers, then groans at his inability to put his thoughts into coherent words.
What he means to say is that he doesn't want to be stroked to completion; he wants to hold Sehun against him and rut against the younger's impossibly beautiful behind, but Jongin doesn't know how to make it sound any less wrong than it really is, wanting to dryhump the hell out of his bandmate.
Thankfully, Sehun understands anyway, once Jongin is on his knees and attempting to turn Sehun around by the shoulders, and the younger gets on his hands and knees, ass up and ready for Jongin's enjoyment.
Sehun's trousers are thick and a little prickly in places where the threads are loose, but the friction is shockingly good even on the first experimental grate, sending jolts all the way through Jongin's body and making every little hair (as well as his dick) stand.
Jongin doesn't appear to be the only one succumbing to just how great this feels, the younger panting helplessly under him as if needing to be touched. Sure enough, when Jongin starts palming the other's length and balls Sehun's moan sounds sincerely appreciative and absolutely sinful.
This isn't even my bed, Jongin reminds himself, as if that very reminder could stop him from making a mess in his shorts, but all it does is make the already-electrifying situation even more thrilling, and suddenly Jongin very much wants to drip come onto the bedsheets.
A little justice, perhaps, for being asked to sleep in the hottest room in the dorm that night. (Of course, Jongin knows that'd be bullshit, considering how agreeing to sleep in this very room with Sehun is obviously the best decision he's ever made.)
Distracted by his thoughts, Jongin loses the upper hand and feels like a fish right out of water, the way he's desperately inhaling air into his lungs due to Sehun's movements. The younger is holding on to the metal bars of the headrest, body lurching forward and back at an erratic pace, grinding against Jongin's leaking cock and fucking himself into Jongin's hand without much help. Sehun's a breathy mess underneath him, and Jongin just knows that Sehun's so close, Sehun's so close, Sehun's so-
Jongin comes with a violent shudder, dick throbbing weakly as fluid oozes out of him. He hears the tiny whimper coming out of Sehun as he reaches his high, and the smell of sweat and semen is heavy in the air around them when they both make their way back down.
Unable to move because of the discomfort in his shorts, Jongin stays where he is and waits for Sehun to get behind him before guiding them into a comforting hug. Jongin sighs as Sehun buries his face into his hair, and Jongin thinks they might be able to put their competitiveness aside and start being mushy to one another for once, but then Sehun whispers, "I win."
Jongin turns to glare at him. "It was close. I could have won."
"I doubt that."
"It's only because I'm wearing these thin boxers. I bet you can't last half as long as I can if you were wearing these instead."
"Fine," Sehun clicks his tongue. "Let's switch bottoms and have a rematch."
Jongin's jaw slackens.
"Why? Afraid you'll lose again?"
He retrieves his jaw and swallows. "No. L-let's have a rematch."
Sehun licks his lips before they curl into an evil smirk, and Jongin feels a tug at the waistband of his boxers. "A rematch it is."