Blow My Mind
Title: Blow My Mind
Paring: Chanyeol/Sehun
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 2.1k
Warnings: Breath play, potential non-con
Notes: this video.
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He does it to get Sehun's attention, initially. Because Sehun is walking ahead and Chanyeol's legs are longer but he's leisurely today, uncaring of where they're going in that moment and how they're going to get there. He reaches out because a thought strikes him as he watches Kris and Yixing get buddy buddy, but when his fingers touch the brim of Sehun's snapback and pull, slowing the maknae down and jerking his head back a bit, he's unprepared for the little noise that leaves Sehun's lips.
It's not a submissive noise by any means, but it's a noise that lets Chanyeol know that Sehun is relenting to his insistence. Because Sehun is a brat and Sehun has a prince complex and Sehun doesn't hang back for anybody - anybody that doesn't physically hold him back, that is.
So instead of telling Sehun his sudden revelation about Yixing and Kris the rapper finds himself leaning towards Sehun's ear and it's not as far a reach as Kyungsoo or Baekhyun's ear, it's easy to reach the cartilage of the shell and it's not 'hey, do you think fans ship their height difference of Kris' bitch face whenever Yixing says something out of line?' that Chanyeol utters.
“Sehuna,” Chanyeol's voice is at least an octave lower. Sehun's hand reaches up to try and ward Chanyeol's grip from his cap but Chanyeol gives another tug, “do you think fans ship us?”
Of course, Sehun scowls and yanks his head away. “You're so stupid.” Callous as ever.
Chanyeol is insistent, putting his arm around Sehun's shoulders as more fans come into sight. “I'm not.” He is.
Sehun isn't pleased with Chanyeol manhandling him - at least, his expression is sour. But Chanyeol doesn't miss the little thrum that vibrates through Sehun's wiry frame and transfers to his own.
“Idiot,” Sehun mumbles under his breath.
Chanyeol just flashes a wide smile, eye shrinking behind his glasses as they part the sea of fans to get into the van.
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Sehun is a brat because everyone lets him be one. Chanyeol is the only one who doesn't give into the maknae charms, always just laughing in Sehun's face and then strong-arming him into a noogie. What's strange is that Sehun doesn't seem to care. He'll grumble a little but for the most part he returns the rough-housing; aside from Jongin, Sehun is the only one in K that can size up to Chanyeol at least even a little bit.
Chanyeol wants to know what other noises he can pull from Sehun's wet mouth. The tug to his cap is what started it all, really; that grunt that Sehun had let out, half irritated and half obedient against his will, rings in Chanyeol's ears every time he jacks off.
At the breakfast table, with Kyungsoo and Junmyeon hunched over today's schedules, Chanyeol wants Sehun's attention. But Sehun and Jongin are arm wrestling, shaking elbows precariously close to knocking their cereal bowls off of the table, so Chanyeol reaches out and tugs on Sehun's ear with his fingers.
An indignant whine and Sehun's shoulders scrunch up into his neck, his head turning into Chanyeol's hand. Jongin smirks a little at the reaction, too, and Sehun loses the arm wrestling match because Chanyeol is still tugging and the pressure of fingers pulling on his ear is a bit more attention-consuming than Jongin's arm pinning his to the table.
Chanyeol watches the line of Sehun's shoulders, he watches Sehun's s-line curl and curve towards him and he's like a taut panther. His legs unfurl under the table and his feet knock into Chanyeol's and Chanyeol just lets out a little snigger, releasing Sehun's ear and picking up his spoon to return to his cereal.
“What do you want?” Sehun asks, and this early in the morning with his voice rough and out of use from a night of sleep has his tongue slipping over his 's's and 'd's.
Chanyeol just shrugs his indifference, to indicate that he clearly just wanted to annoy Sehun. The younger side-eyes him through hooded lids and then rolls his eyes, getting up from the table and exiting the kitchen, presumably to get dressed. Chanyeol can't watch his ass walk away in his low-hanging sweatpants because Baekhyun is smacking him upside the head and pointing out that he's got milk dribbling down his chin.
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Junymeon is busy with their manager at the main building and everyone is dispersed. So Chanyeol lets himself into Sehun and Junmyeon's joined room, shutting the door behind him. Sehun glances up from his manhwa, pulling one of the earbuds free and turning down the volume on his iPod.
“What,” casual indifference that he's mastered so well.
The indifference that Chanyeol has grown addicted to breaking.
Chanyeol has never realized how long and lithe his limbs are until he's climbing over Sehun on the bed and Sehun is reclining back without argument. His arms are on either side of Sehun's head and his knees are pushing Sehun's thighs apart so he can settle between them, the maknae's tongue darting out to wet his lips as he eyes Chanyeol with a guarded curiosity.
Chanyeol is pretty sure this is the longest amount of time he's gone without opening his mouth. He's been quiet because his ears are straining for any noise that Sehun makes, committing them all to memory and replaying them over and over again. He moves a hand to tilt Sehun's chin up, tipping his head back so it presses against the pillow, indenting the soft fabric. Sehun lets out a little pant at this and Chanyeol's eyes are watching his lips, finger and thumb gripping Sehun's chin roughly and tipping his head back to crane his neck further and protrude his adams apple. Sehun lets out another noise and his eyes slip shut, fingers twisting in the sheets and Chanyeol grins, thumbing the line of his jaw as his other hand presses into Sehun's thigh, fingers spanning the clothed flesh and giving a firm squeeze.
“Nh,” Sehun passes a noise over his tongue.
The shudder that passes through Chanyeol's body has a wave of arousal riding on the back of it and suddenly his nerves are on fire. The action of his fingers alone on Sehun's chin is all it takes for Sehun to melt under him.
He doesn't kiss Sehun and he knows that bothers the maknae. With the other's chin still firm in his grip Chanyeol's free hand pushes Sehun's shirt up to his armpits, his big hand pressing into the maknae's ribs, fingers pressing between the spaces and feeling the other's lungs expand and contract with his quickening breaths. He feels Sehun's rapid heart beat under his fingertips and he drags blunt nails down the center of Sehun's torso to the hem of his sweatpants, finger catching in the drawstring and loosening it in one pull. Sehun's back arches and another soft sound leaves his lips and Chanyeol's hand turns at a slightly awkward angle, but the keen he gets in response when his palm presses over Sehun's bulge is worth the minor uncomfortableness.
The way Sehun moves under Chanyeol is unlike the way he moves on stage. He's hesitant and inexperienced in his moves, but he's still just as focused, brow knitting in concentration as his spine arcs artfully under Chanyeol's mouth pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses over his chest, tongue flicking over his nipples and teeth dragging over the ridges of his ribs. Chanyeol thinks Sehun has the perfect body, his fingers curl around Sehun's hips like the bones were made to fit in the cradle of his palm and it's too perfect how bruises blossom in the shape of Chanyeol's teeth and thumbs.
They don't have much time. Chanyeol's fingers are still holding Sehun's chin in place and every time Sehun tries to pull his head away Chanyeol jerks it back and Sehun lets out a little whimper mixed with a grunt, obedient yet frustrated that he's succumbing to the rapper's advances. He feels Sehun's skin crawling and heating up and he's like a puppet on strings, his body jerking under the right touches and freezing in picture-worthy frames, the stop-and-go of Chanyeol's hand over his clothed cock unwinding him visibly.
Finally Chanyeol lets go of Sehun's chin but his fingers travel lower, wrapping around the column of the maknae's neck. He can't leave bruises here but that doesn't mean Sehun won't look at his neck later and remember the way Chanyeol tightens his grip, slowly cutting off the airway. Sehun's back arches again and his hips start gyrating and rolling, desperate to feel Chanyeol's other hand and Sehun's lids flutter to reveal his rolled-back eyes and it's like Chanyeol isn't even the one doing things - it's an out of body experience, watching someone else's hand choke Sehun, the mate finally sliding into the maknae's pants and gripping his cock.
Working Sehun up is easy. Pulling those noises from his mouth is a craft Chanyeol mastered in the past five minutes and each one floats from his lips and through the air and dances into Chanyeol's ear drum and embeds itself in his brain. Each loop is replaced by a new noise as he jerks off Sehun and lets his fingers give the maknae just enough air to breathe but Sehun reaches up a hand, bony fingers wrapping around Chanyeol's wrist and pressing his hand down harder against his throat, eyes opening to hazily look up at the rapper.
Sehun's cheeks are flushed and his pupils are blown, lips parted to suck and gasp for air even as he silently encourages Chanyeol to press his hand down so hard, Sehun's head and neck are sinking into the pillow, which is sinking into the mattress. Electricity is sparking between them and Chanyeol is just replaying that initial jerk of Sehun's hat in his head, the first noise he ever elicited from the maknae and Sehun finally, with a shake of Chanyeol's hand against his throat to make his head rattle, lets out another noise identical to the first.
A knock at the door has them springing apart, Sehun's neck slightly raw but otherwise unmarked, his cheeks flushed and color returning to the rest of his features. Chanyeol is hard in his jeans as he picks up Sehun's iPod and when Junmyeon enters the room, the rapper tosses the music player into Sehun's lap with a soft 'thanks', as if he'd been returning it after being borrowed.
He doesn't miss the way Sehun is out of breath, and he doesn't miss the way Sehun blushes brightly when he realizes his shirt is still up to his armpits.
Junmyeon dutifully doesn't make a remark.
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Chanyeol's got Sehun on his hands and knees, dick buried to the hilt in Sehun's ass. There's a belt looped around Sehun's neck and Chanyeol's got the leather end of it, holding it up and keeping Sehun's body elevated high enough that his hands can't reach the mattress. He's cutting off Sehun's air supply as he fucks into him, the motion jarring Sehun's body so hard that his knees are skating along the surface of the bed spread, and if it weren't for the belt leashing him to Chanyeol he'd fly into the wall head first. His back is arched and Chanyeol's watching how his cock sinks into the heat, the redness of Sehun's hole fluctuating with each thrust. He can already see the bruises forming where his hips are snapping into the flesh of Sehun's ass and it's both a blessing and a curse that the maknae bruises so easily.
There will be ligature marks on Sehun's neck the instant Chanyeol releases the belt but Chanyeol can't hear his own cautious thoughts when Sehun's making little choked noises that sound vaguely like 'please' and 'more'.
When Chanyeol comes he lets go of the belt and Sehun falls forward, falling off of Chanyeol's cock as cum spurts over his ass cheeks and tail bone, painting a pretty pearly white. Sehun's dick is still hard but it takes one roll, two rolls against the duvet and he's orgasming with no shame and a low keen in the back of his throat, untouched, and Chanyeol can't stop his hand when it reaches over and slaps over Sehun's ass, the stickiness of the cum painting the skin amplifying the sting of the slap and making Sehun whimper.
He doesn't even bother undoing the belt when he gets off the bed and re-dresses himself to leave the room.
He knows Sehun will keep it on til the last possible millisecond, to permanently imprint Chanyeol into his senses.
And when they meet again Sehun will still be reluctantly obedient, narrowed eyes and lispy 'make me's coming from his lips even with Chanyeol's fingers wrapped around his cock.
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Paring: Chanyeol/Sehun
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 2.1k
Warnings: Breath play, potential non-con
Notes: this video.
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He does it to get Sehun's attention, initially. Because Sehun is walking ahead and Chanyeol's legs are longer but he's leisurely today, uncaring of where they're going in that moment and how they're going to get there. He reaches out because a thought strikes him as he watches Kris and Yixing get buddy buddy, but when his fingers touch the brim of Sehun's snapback and pull, slowing the maknae down and jerking his head back a bit, he's unprepared for the little noise that leaves Sehun's lips.
It's not a submissive noise by any means, but it's a noise that lets Chanyeol know that Sehun is relenting to his insistence. Because Sehun is a brat and Sehun has a prince complex and Sehun doesn't hang back for anybody - anybody that doesn't physically hold him back, that is.
So instead of telling Sehun his sudden revelation about Yixing and Kris the rapper finds himself leaning towards Sehun's ear and it's not as far a reach as Kyungsoo or Baekhyun's ear, it's easy to reach the cartilage of the shell and it's not 'hey, do you think fans ship their height difference of Kris' bitch face whenever Yixing says something out of line?' that Chanyeol utters.
“Sehuna,” Chanyeol's voice is at least an octave lower. Sehun's hand reaches up to try and ward Chanyeol's grip from his cap but Chanyeol gives another tug, “do you think fans ship us?”
Of course, Sehun scowls and yanks his head away. “You're so stupid.” Callous as ever.
Chanyeol is insistent, putting his arm around Sehun's shoulders as more fans come into sight. “I'm not.” He is.
Sehun isn't pleased with Chanyeol manhandling him - at least, his expression is sour. But Chanyeol doesn't miss the little thrum that vibrates through Sehun's wiry frame and transfers to his own.
“Idiot,” Sehun mumbles under his breath.
Chanyeol just flashes a wide smile, eye shrinking behind his glasses as they part the sea of fans to get into the van.
-
Sehun is a brat because everyone lets him be one. Chanyeol is the only one who doesn't give into the maknae charms, always just laughing in Sehun's face and then strong-arming him into a noogie. What's strange is that Sehun doesn't seem to care. He'll grumble a little but for the most part he returns the rough-housing; aside from Jongin, Sehun is the only one in K that can size up to Chanyeol at least even a little bit.
Chanyeol wants to know what other noises he can pull from Sehun's wet mouth. The tug to his cap is what started it all, really; that grunt that Sehun had let out, half irritated and half obedient against his will, rings in Chanyeol's ears every time he jacks off.
At the breakfast table, with Kyungsoo and Junmyeon hunched over today's schedules, Chanyeol wants Sehun's attention. But Sehun and Jongin are arm wrestling, shaking elbows precariously close to knocking their cereal bowls off of the table, so Chanyeol reaches out and tugs on Sehun's ear with his fingers.
An indignant whine and Sehun's shoulders scrunch up into his neck, his head turning into Chanyeol's hand. Jongin smirks a little at the reaction, too, and Sehun loses the arm wrestling match because Chanyeol is still tugging and the pressure of fingers pulling on his ear is a bit more attention-consuming than Jongin's arm pinning his to the table.
Chanyeol watches the line of Sehun's shoulders, he watches Sehun's s-line curl and curve towards him and he's like a taut panther. His legs unfurl under the table and his feet knock into Chanyeol's and Chanyeol just lets out a little snigger, releasing Sehun's ear and picking up his spoon to return to his cereal.
“What do you want?” Sehun asks, and this early in the morning with his voice rough and out of use from a night of sleep has his tongue slipping over his 's's and 'd's.
Chanyeol just shrugs his indifference, to indicate that he clearly just wanted to annoy Sehun. The younger side-eyes him through hooded lids and then rolls his eyes, getting up from the table and exiting the kitchen, presumably to get dressed. Chanyeol can't watch his ass walk away in his low-hanging sweatpants because Baekhyun is smacking him upside the head and pointing out that he's got milk dribbling down his chin.
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Junymeon is busy with their manager at the main building and everyone is dispersed. So Chanyeol lets himself into Sehun and Junmyeon's joined room, shutting the door behind him. Sehun glances up from his manhwa, pulling one of the earbuds free and turning down the volume on his iPod.
“What,” casual indifference that he's mastered so well.
The indifference that Chanyeol has grown addicted to breaking.
Chanyeol has never realized how long and lithe his limbs are until he's climbing over Sehun on the bed and Sehun is reclining back without argument. His arms are on either side of Sehun's head and his knees are pushing Sehun's thighs apart so he can settle between them, the maknae's tongue darting out to wet his lips as he eyes Chanyeol with a guarded curiosity.
Chanyeol is pretty sure this is the longest amount of time he's gone without opening his mouth. He's been quiet because his ears are straining for any noise that Sehun makes, committing them all to memory and replaying them over and over again. He moves a hand to tilt Sehun's chin up, tipping his head back so it presses against the pillow, indenting the soft fabric. Sehun lets out a little pant at this and Chanyeol's eyes are watching his lips, finger and thumb gripping Sehun's chin roughly and tipping his head back to crane his neck further and protrude his adams apple. Sehun lets out another noise and his eyes slip shut, fingers twisting in the sheets and Chanyeol grins, thumbing the line of his jaw as his other hand presses into Sehun's thigh, fingers spanning the clothed flesh and giving a firm squeeze.
“Nh,” Sehun passes a noise over his tongue.
The shudder that passes through Chanyeol's body has a wave of arousal riding on the back of it and suddenly his nerves are on fire. The action of his fingers alone on Sehun's chin is all it takes for Sehun to melt under him.
He doesn't kiss Sehun and he knows that bothers the maknae. With the other's chin still firm in his grip Chanyeol's free hand pushes Sehun's shirt up to his armpits, his big hand pressing into the maknae's ribs, fingers pressing between the spaces and feeling the other's lungs expand and contract with his quickening breaths. He feels Sehun's rapid heart beat under his fingertips and he drags blunt nails down the center of Sehun's torso to the hem of his sweatpants, finger catching in the drawstring and loosening it in one pull. Sehun's back arches and another soft sound leaves his lips and Chanyeol's hand turns at a slightly awkward angle, but the keen he gets in response when his palm presses over Sehun's bulge is worth the minor uncomfortableness.
The way Sehun moves under Chanyeol is unlike the way he moves on stage. He's hesitant and inexperienced in his moves, but he's still just as focused, brow knitting in concentration as his spine arcs artfully under Chanyeol's mouth pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses over his chest, tongue flicking over his nipples and teeth dragging over the ridges of his ribs. Chanyeol thinks Sehun has the perfect body, his fingers curl around Sehun's hips like the bones were made to fit in the cradle of his palm and it's too perfect how bruises blossom in the shape of Chanyeol's teeth and thumbs.
They don't have much time. Chanyeol's fingers are still holding Sehun's chin in place and every time Sehun tries to pull his head away Chanyeol jerks it back and Sehun lets out a little whimper mixed with a grunt, obedient yet frustrated that he's succumbing to the rapper's advances. He feels Sehun's skin crawling and heating up and he's like a puppet on strings, his body jerking under the right touches and freezing in picture-worthy frames, the stop-and-go of Chanyeol's hand over his clothed cock unwinding him visibly.
Finally Chanyeol lets go of Sehun's chin but his fingers travel lower, wrapping around the column of the maknae's neck. He can't leave bruises here but that doesn't mean Sehun won't look at his neck later and remember the way Chanyeol tightens his grip, slowly cutting off the airway. Sehun's back arches again and his hips start gyrating and rolling, desperate to feel Chanyeol's other hand and Sehun's lids flutter to reveal his rolled-back eyes and it's like Chanyeol isn't even the one doing things - it's an out of body experience, watching someone else's hand choke Sehun, the mate finally sliding into the maknae's pants and gripping his cock.
Working Sehun up is easy. Pulling those noises from his mouth is a craft Chanyeol mastered in the past five minutes and each one floats from his lips and through the air and dances into Chanyeol's ear drum and embeds itself in his brain. Each loop is replaced by a new noise as he jerks off Sehun and lets his fingers give the maknae just enough air to breathe but Sehun reaches up a hand, bony fingers wrapping around Chanyeol's wrist and pressing his hand down harder against his throat, eyes opening to hazily look up at the rapper.
Sehun's cheeks are flushed and his pupils are blown, lips parted to suck and gasp for air even as he silently encourages Chanyeol to press his hand down so hard, Sehun's head and neck are sinking into the pillow, which is sinking into the mattress. Electricity is sparking between them and Chanyeol is just replaying that initial jerk of Sehun's hat in his head, the first noise he ever elicited from the maknae and Sehun finally, with a shake of Chanyeol's hand against his throat to make his head rattle, lets out another noise identical to the first.
A knock at the door has them springing apart, Sehun's neck slightly raw but otherwise unmarked, his cheeks flushed and color returning to the rest of his features. Chanyeol is hard in his jeans as he picks up Sehun's iPod and when Junmyeon enters the room, the rapper tosses the music player into Sehun's lap with a soft 'thanks', as if he'd been returning it after being borrowed.
He doesn't miss the way Sehun is out of breath, and he doesn't miss the way Sehun blushes brightly when he realizes his shirt is still up to his armpits.
Junmyeon dutifully doesn't make a remark.
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Chanyeol's got Sehun on his hands and knees, dick buried to the hilt in Sehun's ass. There's a belt looped around Sehun's neck and Chanyeol's got the leather end of it, holding it up and keeping Sehun's body elevated high enough that his hands can't reach the mattress. He's cutting off Sehun's air supply as he fucks into him, the motion jarring Sehun's body so hard that his knees are skating along the surface of the bed spread, and if it weren't for the belt leashing him to Chanyeol he'd fly into the wall head first. His back is arched and Chanyeol's watching how his cock sinks into the heat, the redness of Sehun's hole fluctuating with each thrust. He can already see the bruises forming where his hips are snapping into the flesh of Sehun's ass and it's both a blessing and a curse that the maknae bruises so easily.
There will be ligature marks on Sehun's neck the instant Chanyeol releases the belt but Chanyeol can't hear his own cautious thoughts when Sehun's making little choked noises that sound vaguely like 'please' and 'more'.
When Chanyeol comes he lets go of the belt and Sehun falls forward, falling off of Chanyeol's cock as cum spurts over his ass cheeks and tail bone, painting a pretty pearly white. Sehun's dick is still hard but it takes one roll, two rolls against the duvet and he's orgasming with no shame and a low keen in the back of his throat, untouched, and Chanyeol can't stop his hand when it reaches over and slaps over Sehun's ass, the stickiness of the cum painting the skin amplifying the sting of the slap and making Sehun whimper.
He doesn't even bother undoing the belt when he gets off the bed and re-dresses himself to leave the room.
He knows Sehun will keep it on til the last possible millisecond, to permanently imprint Chanyeol into his senses.
And when they meet again Sehun will still be reluctantly obedient, narrowed eyes and lispy 'make me's coming from his lips even with Chanyeol's fingers wrapped around his cock.
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