#168 When You Move, I Move With You
Title: When You Move, I Move With You
Prompt: #168
Rating: NC-17
Length: ~2045 words
Side pairings: Sehun/Tao, Kai/D.O.
Summary: Sehun and Jongin seem to be getting along better with one another than with their own significant others who dragged them on this double date.
Warning(s): Infidelity, unprotected sex and poor prep.
Notes: this one’s for you. *drops mic*
If the fire’s out, baby, how’re you gonna keep me warm?
Despite the overwhelming internal boredom displaying itself on Sehun’s face, he’s restless. The man seated directly across from him is giving him the warmest smile he’s seen in far too long - the warmest and the cheekiest, as his ankle knocks against Sehun’s own. Jongin thinks its funny to play one-man footsie with Sehun until the latter decides to retaliate, hooking his own ankle around Jongin’s firmly to keep his foot locked in place. He puts up a fight, but ultimately succumbs to defeat. With that foot, however.
Sehun resumes picking at the food scattered about on his plate, thinking their little match to be over. He attempts to tune into his boyfriend chatting animatedly to his good friend seated adjacent to Jongin, but he can’t find it in him to care. Zitao always spoke too quickly when he spoke in his native language, and never quite bothered to heed Sehun’s requests for him to slow down.
He rests his head atop a hand as his gaze fixates itself on Jongin’s date, the courteous little man nodding and chirping idle agreements here and there in response to Zitao’s babble. Sehun’s plump lips quirk into a slight grimace, deciding that Kyungsoo was having just as difficult a time as he was. “You should slow down and take a breath in between sentences,” he comments softly, in Zitao’s native tongue.
Zitao only pauses to shoot his boyfriend an almost apologetic smile, before commenting on Sehun’s thick accent abrasively and continuing on with his near one-sided conversation. The younger male’s eyes don’t leave Zitao’s frame for a long moment, his lips parted slightly in slight disbelief at how he’d been shrugged off and embarrassed so easily. He contemplates snapping back at his boyfriend, but instead purses his lips and drops his gaze down towards his plate once more - setting his fork aside in favor of reaching for his glass of wine.
Just as he lifts it up to his lips, he feels a gentle tickle against his free ankle. He arches a brow, suddenly realizing that Jongin’s taken his shoe off and is now using his bare foot to gain a better grip. Though Sehun should probably be outraged at this cheating advantage, he can’t help but smile. He even lets out an inaudible snort, his lips pursing once more to keep himself from bursting into laughter. How’d he even get his sock off without reaching down?
Jongin takes this opportunity to curl his lower leg around Sehun’s own while he’s distracted. He’s grinning as well, grunting out soft chuckles when Sehun finally decides to fight back for dominance. He’s not even attempting to feign composure at this point, having decided that Jongin was the only redeeming factor of this night out.
Unfortunately, it doesn’t take long for Zitao to catch onto Sehun’s restless fidgeting beside him, and he wastes no time in scolding his boyfriend for behaving so childishly, especially in a restaurant like this. It takes a moment for Sehun to register that Zitao was, in fact, speaking directly to him - both due to the fact that he’s spent most of the night being ignored, and also to the fact that he’d been so concentrated on winning his and Jongin’s unspoken game.
When Sehun finally does grace Zitao with a pointed look, he can’t help but keep his smile intact even as he settles down. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs, sparing a fleeting glance around the eatery before resting his eyes on the man in front of him fondly. “I’m a bit restless. I think it’s because I’ve been sitting for too long… I’ll go take a walk to release all this pent-up energy.”
I know it’s a lie - I want it to be true.
“I like tan men,” Sehun murmurs thoughtfully when he nudges open Jongin’s unbuttoned shirt.
“I know,” Jongin laughs quietly, his hands busying himself with Sehun’s belt. Much to his annoyance, it’s the only tight thing Sehun could ever wear that would turn him off. “That’s what you told me the first time we met up.”
Sehun smiles, simply sliding his hands up and down Jongin’s warm chest while reclining back against the wall of the cramped bathroom stall. Despite having had the other many times before, he still felt the urge to remind him of every reason he fell so hard. “You’re probably so tan because you’re so warm. You’re your own sun. Not even Zitao’s could compare.”
Jongin manages another chuckle as his hands finally tug Sehun’s slacks down to his knees. “You,” he started, tone airy and playful, “Need to stop talking about him.” He hums thoughtfully, lips capturing Sehun’s own to silence his lover while his hands smooth over Sehun’s hips. His fingers press down into the other’s pliant flesh, gripping at him just firmly enough to leave imprints. Just how he liked it.
Sehun decides Jongin’s more than right; more than enough to give himself to for the moment. He really didn’t need to be thinking about the man he’d long fallen out of love with - not when he’s halfway to getting fucked over a toilet, honestly. He wants to make a joke about this when Jongin’s lips leave his own for a brief moment, but Jongin immediately tells him to face the wall while guiding him about face.
He peers at the tanned male over his shoulder, brows furrowing when he lifts his hand up to Sehun’s lips. The latter parts them slightly, as if he wasn’t sure what the other wanted, before he smiled and slipped his tongue out from between his lips to give Jongin’s fingers gentle, kittenish laps. Jongin would grumble about his lover taking his sweet-ass time to tease him if he didn’t find it kind of cute, but, eventually, he placed a couple fingertips atop Sehun’s tongue to press down on the slicked muscle and guide it back into his mouth. His fingers followed suit with Sehun’s tongue, nestling their way into the young man’s hot mouth comfortably.
While Sehun takes his time nursing and slicking up Jongin’s fingers, the latter’s occupies himself with planting sweet kisses onto the back and side of Sehun’s neck. Sometimes, he’ll even pause to nose at the tiny birthmark just below his jawline, because Sehun always keens in the best of ways.
Prepping is short and sweet. They’ve been down this route before, and know all too well that the less time spent preparing for pleasure results in a more fulfilling outcome. It was only a matter of time before Zitao or Kyungsoo got fed up and went to look for the duo that wandered off, anyway.
It’s only a couple minutes into it that Sehun begs for Jongin to stop. His fingers don’t cease their ministrations for a long moment, however - continuing to work Sehun open even as his entrance clamps almost unbearably tightly around his fingers until he decides they really should get a move on.
Jongin also spares no time in seating himself inside Sehun. After positioning himself at Sehun’s soaked hole, he painstakingly slowly eased in. His head rested atop his lover’s quivering shoulder - he could tell that Sehun was holding in a cry of agony, as he usually did in situations where time was scarce.
Sehun’s teeth remained sunk deep into his lower lip until he found it in himself to suck in a deep breath and reach back to find Jongin’s hands. Once their fingers were laced together, Sehun tilted his head back against Jongin’s own shoulder to offer him a lazy smile in lieu of a green light. Jongin returns Sehun’s smile as his hips begin rocking against his lover’s plump buttocks, hands giving the latter’s own a tender squeeze with every slow, lazy thrust back inside of him.
Over goodbyes, we’ll buy some place
for wishing you could…
“Why do you like me?” Sehun asks in a hushed voice, nosing Jongin’s sharp jawline as the latter re-dresses him. His hands are resting on his lover’s broad shoulders, and he’s gently swaying to the beat of the calm music emanating from the speakers on the ceiling. “I already told you why I like you tenfold. So, tell me.”
Jongin can’t help smiling at their impromptu slow dance, as per the usual whenever he spent any amount of time with Sehun. His hands continued working at dressing his lover, now tucking in the other’s shirt after carefully buttoning and zipping up his slacks. He took advantage of his hand slipping down the other’s pants every now and then, giving his bum a couple playful pinches. “I can’t answer that because I don’t like you, Sehun. I love you. You know that.”
Sehun rolls his eyes, giving Jongin’s chest a tender swat. “You know what I meant.”
“I know.”
“But…” Sehun starts, voice lowering considerably, “It’s good to hear that.”
Jongin arches a brow, gaze flickering between his lover and the dainty hand adjusting his tie. “Hear what?”
“That you love me. I don’t hear it that often these days.”
Jongin’s plush lips twitch into a frown, but Sehun just smiles - smoothing down the other’s tie. The former’s hands remain resting atop the gentle curve of Sehun’s hips, tensing. “I’m sorry.”
“Hm?” Sehun hums, glancing up towards Jongin as he placed his hands atop the other’s shoulders. “What’s there to be sorry for?”
He remains silent for a brief moment, ruminating. He squeezes Sehun’s hips once more before wrapping his arms around the other, holding him close. “I’m sorry that I’m not the one to tell you just how much I love you every day. I’m sorry that I’m too much of a coward-”
“Stop,” Sehun commands gently, eyes closing as he nestles his cheek against the other’s chest comfortably.
Jongin falls silent on command, allowing Sehun to rock the two of them to the gentle beat of the music once more until he’s ready to speak up again. He holds Sehun close; almost unbearably tight, hoping to convey the guilt and regret beginning to surface within him, so that he’d say something to reassure him of being the asshole he thinks he is.
But Sehun doesn’t say anything until they’ve shuffled their way out of their stall and Jongin’s got Sehun pinned against the sink counter. They share a few final hungry kisses, each lingering longer than the last; each touch burning against each other's skin as hot and wanton as it did when they'd fucked just moments ago. The passion never subsided between the two, even when clothed; even when separated by a table; even when they're laying in bed with their respective partners long after they're asleep, texting each other. Sehun wondered when this spark would go out like it did for his own significant other for a long while, but Jongin truly made him believe that love didn't always have an expiration date.
“Same place next week?” is all Sehun can manage before a creaking is heard. Two pairs of eyes rest on a flustered Kyungsoo, eyeing his boyfriend and Sehun desperately for help.
“I spilled some wine on Zitao’s sleeve, and he stormed out after giving me a good earful. I think that means this double date’s over - as per usual.” He paused, clearing his throat briefly as he scanned the minute distance between the two men before him. “Are you- Are you two done in here?”
Jongin offers his boyfriend a warm smile, slipping his hands into his slacks casually while sidling up to the other. “Of course,” he hums, shooting Sehun a sly glance while leaning in to peck his petite significant other on his plump cheek. Sehun returns his smile knowingly. “Let’s call it a night. Sehun’s dying to take us out on another double date soon, anyway.”
Kyungsoo merely grumbles at the thought of having to deal with a chatty Zitao yet another time as he makes his way back to the table to grab his card. Jongin waits for Sehun to join him at his side before walking back to their table, their hands gently bumping against each other until Jongin boldly links their pinky fingers together.
Keep me closer, I’m a lazy dancer.
When you move, I move with you.
Prompt: #168
Rating: NC-17
Length: ~2045 words
Side pairings: Sehun/Tao, Kai/D.O.
Summary: Sehun and Jongin seem to be getting along better with one another than with their own significant others who dragged them on this double date.
Warning(s): Infidelity, unprotected sex and poor prep.
Notes: this one’s for you. *drops mic*
If the fire’s out, baby, how’re you gonna keep me warm?
Despite the overwhelming internal boredom displaying itself on Sehun’s face, he’s restless. The man seated directly across from him is giving him the warmest smile he’s seen in far too long - the warmest and the cheekiest, as his ankle knocks against Sehun’s own. Jongin thinks its funny to play one-man footsie with Sehun until the latter decides to retaliate, hooking his own ankle around Jongin’s firmly to keep his foot locked in place. He puts up a fight, but ultimately succumbs to defeat. With that foot, however.
Sehun resumes picking at the food scattered about on his plate, thinking their little match to be over. He attempts to tune into his boyfriend chatting animatedly to his good friend seated adjacent to Jongin, but he can’t find it in him to care. Zitao always spoke too quickly when he spoke in his native language, and never quite bothered to heed Sehun’s requests for him to slow down.
He rests his head atop a hand as his gaze fixates itself on Jongin’s date, the courteous little man nodding and chirping idle agreements here and there in response to Zitao’s babble. Sehun’s plump lips quirk into a slight grimace, deciding that Kyungsoo was having just as difficult a time as he was. “You should slow down and take a breath in between sentences,” he comments softly, in Zitao’s native tongue.
Zitao only pauses to shoot his boyfriend an almost apologetic smile, before commenting on Sehun’s thick accent abrasively and continuing on with his near one-sided conversation. The younger male’s eyes don’t leave Zitao’s frame for a long moment, his lips parted slightly in slight disbelief at how he’d been shrugged off and embarrassed so easily. He contemplates snapping back at his boyfriend, but instead purses his lips and drops his gaze down towards his plate once more - setting his fork aside in favor of reaching for his glass of wine.
Just as he lifts it up to his lips, he feels a gentle tickle against his free ankle. He arches a brow, suddenly realizing that Jongin’s taken his shoe off and is now using his bare foot to gain a better grip. Though Sehun should probably be outraged at this cheating advantage, he can’t help but smile. He even lets out an inaudible snort, his lips pursing once more to keep himself from bursting into laughter. How’d he even get his sock off without reaching down?
Jongin takes this opportunity to curl his lower leg around Sehun’s own while he’s distracted. He’s grinning as well, grunting out soft chuckles when Sehun finally decides to fight back for dominance. He’s not even attempting to feign composure at this point, having decided that Jongin was the only redeeming factor of this night out.
Unfortunately, it doesn’t take long for Zitao to catch onto Sehun’s restless fidgeting beside him, and he wastes no time in scolding his boyfriend for behaving so childishly, especially in a restaurant like this. It takes a moment for Sehun to register that Zitao was, in fact, speaking directly to him - both due to the fact that he’s spent most of the night being ignored, and also to the fact that he’d been so concentrated on winning his and Jongin’s unspoken game.
When Sehun finally does grace Zitao with a pointed look, he can’t help but keep his smile intact even as he settles down. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs, sparing a fleeting glance around the eatery before resting his eyes on the man in front of him fondly. “I’m a bit restless. I think it’s because I’ve been sitting for too long… I’ll go take a walk to release all this pent-up energy.”
I know it’s a lie - I want it to be true.
“I like tan men,” Sehun murmurs thoughtfully when he nudges open Jongin’s unbuttoned shirt.
“I know,” Jongin laughs quietly, his hands busying himself with Sehun’s belt. Much to his annoyance, it’s the only tight thing Sehun could ever wear that would turn him off. “That’s what you told me the first time we met up.”
Sehun smiles, simply sliding his hands up and down Jongin’s warm chest while reclining back against the wall of the cramped bathroom stall. Despite having had the other many times before, he still felt the urge to remind him of every reason he fell so hard. “You’re probably so tan because you’re so warm. You’re your own sun. Not even Zitao’s could compare.”
Jongin manages another chuckle as his hands finally tug Sehun’s slacks down to his knees. “You,” he started, tone airy and playful, “Need to stop talking about him.” He hums thoughtfully, lips capturing Sehun’s own to silence his lover while his hands smooth over Sehun’s hips. His fingers press down into the other’s pliant flesh, gripping at him just firmly enough to leave imprints. Just how he liked it.
Sehun decides Jongin’s more than right; more than enough to give himself to for the moment. He really didn’t need to be thinking about the man he’d long fallen out of love with - not when he’s halfway to getting fucked over a toilet, honestly. He wants to make a joke about this when Jongin’s lips leave his own for a brief moment, but Jongin immediately tells him to face the wall while guiding him about face.
He peers at the tanned male over his shoulder, brows furrowing when he lifts his hand up to Sehun’s lips. The latter parts them slightly, as if he wasn’t sure what the other wanted, before he smiled and slipped his tongue out from between his lips to give Jongin’s fingers gentle, kittenish laps. Jongin would grumble about his lover taking his sweet-ass time to tease him if he didn’t find it kind of cute, but, eventually, he placed a couple fingertips atop Sehun’s tongue to press down on the slicked muscle and guide it back into his mouth. His fingers followed suit with Sehun’s tongue, nestling their way into the young man’s hot mouth comfortably.
While Sehun takes his time nursing and slicking up Jongin’s fingers, the latter’s occupies himself with planting sweet kisses onto the back and side of Sehun’s neck. Sometimes, he’ll even pause to nose at the tiny birthmark just below his jawline, because Sehun always keens in the best of ways.
Prepping is short and sweet. They’ve been down this route before, and know all too well that the less time spent preparing for pleasure results in a more fulfilling outcome. It was only a matter of time before Zitao or Kyungsoo got fed up and went to look for the duo that wandered off, anyway.
It’s only a couple minutes into it that Sehun begs for Jongin to stop. His fingers don’t cease their ministrations for a long moment, however - continuing to work Sehun open even as his entrance clamps almost unbearably tightly around his fingers until he decides they really should get a move on.
Jongin also spares no time in seating himself inside Sehun. After positioning himself at Sehun’s soaked hole, he painstakingly slowly eased in. His head rested atop his lover’s quivering shoulder - he could tell that Sehun was holding in a cry of agony, as he usually did in situations where time was scarce.
Sehun’s teeth remained sunk deep into his lower lip until he found it in himself to suck in a deep breath and reach back to find Jongin’s hands. Once their fingers were laced together, Sehun tilted his head back against Jongin’s own shoulder to offer him a lazy smile in lieu of a green light. Jongin returns Sehun’s smile as his hips begin rocking against his lover’s plump buttocks, hands giving the latter’s own a tender squeeze with every slow, lazy thrust back inside of him.
Over goodbyes, we’ll buy some place
for wishing you could…
“Why do you like me?” Sehun asks in a hushed voice, nosing Jongin’s sharp jawline as the latter re-dresses him. His hands are resting on his lover’s broad shoulders, and he’s gently swaying to the beat of the calm music emanating from the speakers on the ceiling. “I already told you why I like you tenfold. So, tell me.”
Jongin can’t help smiling at their impromptu slow dance, as per the usual whenever he spent any amount of time with Sehun. His hands continued working at dressing his lover, now tucking in the other’s shirt after carefully buttoning and zipping up his slacks. He took advantage of his hand slipping down the other’s pants every now and then, giving his bum a couple playful pinches. “I can’t answer that because I don’t like you, Sehun. I love you. You know that.”
Sehun rolls his eyes, giving Jongin’s chest a tender swat. “You know what I meant.”
“I know.”
“But…” Sehun starts, voice lowering considerably, “It’s good to hear that.”
Jongin arches a brow, gaze flickering between his lover and the dainty hand adjusting his tie. “Hear what?”
“That you love me. I don’t hear it that often these days.”
Jongin’s plush lips twitch into a frown, but Sehun just smiles - smoothing down the other’s tie. The former’s hands remain resting atop the gentle curve of Sehun’s hips, tensing. “I’m sorry.”
“Hm?” Sehun hums, glancing up towards Jongin as he placed his hands atop the other’s shoulders. “What’s there to be sorry for?”
He remains silent for a brief moment, ruminating. He squeezes Sehun’s hips once more before wrapping his arms around the other, holding him close. “I’m sorry that I’m not the one to tell you just how much I love you every day. I’m sorry that I’m too much of a coward-”
“Stop,” Sehun commands gently, eyes closing as he nestles his cheek against the other’s chest comfortably.
Jongin falls silent on command, allowing Sehun to rock the two of them to the gentle beat of the music once more until he’s ready to speak up again. He holds Sehun close; almost unbearably tight, hoping to convey the guilt and regret beginning to surface within him, so that he’d say something to reassure him of being the asshole he thinks he is.
But Sehun doesn’t say anything until they’ve shuffled their way out of their stall and Jongin’s got Sehun pinned against the sink counter. They share a few final hungry kisses, each lingering longer than the last; each touch burning against each other's skin as hot and wanton as it did when they'd fucked just moments ago. The passion never subsided between the two, even when clothed; even when separated by a table; even when they're laying in bed with their respective partners long after they're asleep, texting each other. Sehun wondered when this spark would go out like it did for his own significant other for a long while, but Jongin truly made him believe that love didn't always have an expiration date.
“Same place next week?” is all Sehun can manage before a creaking is heard. Two pairs of eyes rest on a flustered Kyungsoo, eyeing his boyfriend and Sehun desperately for help.
“I spilled some wine on Zitao’s sleeve, and he stormed out after giving me a good earful. I think that means this double date’s over - as per usual.” He paused, clearing his throat briefly as he scanned the minute distance between the two men before him. “Are you- Are you two done in here?”
Jongin offers his boyfriend a warm smile, slipping his hands into his slacks casually while sidling up to the other. “Of course,” he hums, shooting Sehun a sly glance while leaning in to peck his petite significant other on his plump cheek. Sehun returns his smile knowingly. “Let’s call it a night. Sehun’s dying to take us out on another double date soon, anyway.”
Kyungsoo merely grumbles at the thought of having to deal with a chatty Zitao yet another time as he makes his way back to the table to grab his card. Jongin waits for Sehun to join him at his side before walking back to their table, their hands gently bumping against each other until Jongin boldly links their pinky fingers together.
Keep me closer, I’m a lazy dancer.
When you move, I move with you.