Would You Like Thighs With That? [Oneshot]
Title: Would You Like Thighs With That? [Oneshot]
Pairing: Chen/Sehun
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: PWP, oral sex, intercrural (thigh) sex, swearing, 4000 words with no plot
Disclaimer: I don’t own any people. SM does.
Summary: Jongdae’s new photos force Sehun to realize what he really wants-to be between those delicious thighs.
A/N: Fill for this exopromptmeme prompt. These pictures may be the death of me. Just like the My Lady and Thunder choreography. I’ve always thought Chen was sexy, but cute-sexy. When did he become so sexy and downright manly? I think I’ve fallen in love even more and channeled it all into this. Plus his legs are gorgeous and Sechen just look so good together. A special thank you to prettynintendo who helped me get into the right mood to finish this off. Please let me know what you think! Also my favorite thing about this may be the title.
Sehun is not the type to follow fansites or look constantly at the new images of their members that turned up every day. Tao does enough of that for the both of them. Sehun gets more than enough of it just sitting next to the Chinese maknae. Sure he sometimes has Tao save embarrassing photos of Jongin or Luhan or Junmyeon or those in which he looked especially good, but he sees enough of them during working hours to not want to look at more in his rare free time.
Junmyeon has gathered all of them in the living room for “family bonding,” something he has been encouraging more and more often since the troubles in the week before their concert. Tao has dragged his laptop out of his room and onto his lap while Sehun leans heavily on his shoulder. Most of the older members are watching the world cup, Sehun only half paying attention to them and definitely ignoring the racquet coming from the kitchen as Jongdae and Baekhyun “helped” Kyungsoo get snacks. He lazily watches Tao scrolling down the EXO tag on twitter.
“Hey, what’s that?” A flash of blue catches Sehun’s attention. It was definitely different from the concert, airport, and magazine photos he was used to. Tao hums and clicks fully on the picture he had almost skipped.
“Hmm, I don’t remember Jongdae-ge doing this.” Tao shakes his head at the image filling his screen: Jongdae, a snapback turned backwards on his head as usual grins out at them, his upper body covered in a black water suit and life vest and his tensed, bare legs steal focus as he wakeboards, pretty mountains in the background.
“Yeah, but at least he looks happy. He’s so damn awkward at photo shoots with the rest of us.” Sehun laughs.
Tao shrugs, dislodging Sehun’s head and laughing at the affronted look he receives. “You’re awkward too. The most awkward!” Sehun pouts at his words and it only makes Tao laugh harder, his mouth open.
“Taozi, stop laughing like that! Luhan already has the ugly laugh market cornered; he definitely does not need any competition from you.” Jongdae chuckles as he carries a big bowl of chips in, Baekhyun making faces behind him and Kyungsoo carrying a cutting board with some fruit ready to be eaten, looking haggard and completely done with his members.
“Hey, I heard that!” Luhan smacks Jongdae upside the head and grabs the bowl, sticking out his tongue before turning back to the screen.
“You were meant to, asshole.” Jongdae is grinning and ducks out of Luhan’s reach, plopping down on Junmyeon’s lap on the couch for safety.
Junmyeon lets out an “umphh,” his hands coming up to hold the younger steady on his lap. “Please don’t be mean.”
“Nah. I like it.” Jongdae squirms and Junmyeon lets out another distressed noise. “I like it.” He throws his arms around the older singer’s neck. “Did you see my magazine? I look really damn hot.” He grins wider and Kyungsoo rolls his eyes behind his back.
“If you say so yourself.”
“You are showing a lot of skin, hyung.” Jongin has his eyes on them but his sight keeps darting to the game on their flat screen.
Jongdae shrugs. “I guess. But that’s what happens when you do stuff on the water. Maybe they wanted to showcase my amazing legs.”
“Shut up, we’re trying to watch this!” Minseok shushes all of them, his eyes wild with world cup fever. No one dares disobey him when he’s like this. Sehun decides he’s had enough bonding time and gives a faked yawn and tells everyone he heading for a shower and then bed. Tao decides to follow him.
Once in the shower Tao breaks him out of his thoughts. “It’s not fair.”
“What?” Sehun wipes shampoo from his eyes to throw Tao a sideways glance.
“Everyone’s been losing weight and stuff with how hectic everything’s been, except Jongdae. He looks even better than he ever has. And he doesn’t even have to keep a diet. He’s so skinny but his arms and legs keep getting bigger.” Tao is bent over so he can soap up his legs, but Sehun just knows he is pouting.
“I guess. He’s been working out with Jonghyun since doing S.M. the Ballad.” Sehun has not been thinking about their member’s bodies, although he did poke Junmyeon the other day and hit his ribs, so he told the other to eat more. They’ve been so busy Sehun has found that even he has skipped meals in favor of catching a few more moments of sleep.
“Ahhh, I’m jealous! I wanna work out with Jonghyun. Hey, turn around Sehunnie, and I’ll get your back.” Tao manhandles Sehun and cleans his back before shoving the loofah into the other’s hands. Sehun returns the favor and lets Tao under the spray, his mind thinking about Jongdae and what Tao has told him.
The singer really has been working out all the time, and spending more time in the practice rooms, getting down all of their new choreography for the concert in record time. For him at least. Sehun has helped him a few times but more often Jongdae is with Yixing or Jongin or the self-declared “beagle line.” The picture of Jongdae waterboarding did a lot to show off his well-defined thighs, as did the increasingly tight pants and shorts their stylists have been shoving at him. Shaking his head to try and clear his thoughts Sehun rinses and gets out of the shower, Tao having fled the steamy bathroom a while ago. Sehun wraps a towel around his waist and exits the bathroom, stopping short as he almost collides with Jongdae in the hallway. “Ah, sorry.”
Jongdae shakes his head and smiles up at him. “It’s ok Hunnie, sleep well, ok?”
“Yeah, you too.” Sehun swallows hard, his eyes drawn down to Jongdae’s almost-bare legs, his boxers tight and not hiding anything from the taller’s gaze. Jongdae’s legs are pure muscle, manly and firm. Sehun ignores the blush he can feel rising in his cheeks and shuffles awkwardly to his room.
Drying off, Sehun flops to his bed in just his shorts, content to sleep like that and not think about how nice it might feel to have muscular thighs wrapped around his head or even his waist, tensing against him.
The next day finds Sehun hiding in his room, a stolen copy of The Celebrity in his lap. Jongdae really does look good, nothing like the lithe pretty-boy he was made out to be when they debuted. Sehun may have grown into his adult body, but Jongdae was polishing what he already had. Sehun jumps as the door swings open and the last person he wants to see stands in the doorway.
“Sehunnie, Junmyeonnie is worried about you. He says you disappeared after getting back and hasn’t seen you since.” Jongdae was giving him his sickeningly sweet grin and ambles over towards where he is propped against his headboard, hips moving in an obviously exaggerated sway.
“I’ve got a headache.” Sehun looks down, trying to shut the magazine on his lap as inconspicuously as he can.
“Ahh, ok.” Jongdae throws himself onto the bed, his legs landing over Sehun’s. “Whatcha reading?” Before Sehun can stop him, the elder grabs the magazine, a gleeful noise escaping him as he realizes what is in his hands. “Sehunnie! This is my spread. Are you admiring my glorious pictures?”
“No, shut up! Get off my bed.” Sehun’s lips are pulled down into a frown and he tries to push Jongdae away as a blush covers his face. The singer fights back, laughing and Sehun only manages to force Jongdae onto his back close to the foot of the bed, hair mussed and clothes in disarray. Sehun stops as Jongdae’s laughs become punctuated with gasps for air.
Jongdae is still smiling as he looks up at Sehun. “Truce? I was just teasing you Sehunnie.”
The furrow of Sehun’s brow deepens. “Just leave me alone.” Realizing what an awkward position they have found themselves in dawns on Sehun. He is pinning Jongdae down, the smaller man letting off little chuckles as he squirms under Sehun. His tank and shorts have both ridden up, revealing tensed thighs and the beginnings of a trail of dark hair leading southwards.
“This is more fun. Don’t you agree?” Sehun bites his lip as Jongdae wiggles one arm free. “Yah, my face is up here.” Sehun flushes darker as he is caught staring at Jongdae’s lower body.
“Sorry.” Jongdae’s free hand pushes Sehun’s bangs back, removing the last thing blocking their eyes from meeting.
“I don’t think you’re sorry at all.” Jongdae raises one brow and smirks, tilting his head and showing off his long neck and defined jaw. “See something you like, maknae?”
“You’re so embarrassing.” Sehun’s head drops, his forehead coming down to rest on Jongdae’s exposed collarbone.
“Not really, but you’re entitled to your opinions.” Sehun tenses but is still surprised when Jongdae’s hand moves to the back of his neck and grips him. In Sehun’s moment of weakness he flips them over, Sehun landing hard on his back, Jongdae straddling his waist, grinning down at him. “Tell me what you were looking at. In the magazine.”
“No.” Sehun manages to keep his face blank even though he can feel the heat of his embarrassed blush. Jongdae’s thighs are around his hips and all he wants to do is slide his hands up the firm flesh and feel it flex and tense under his fingers as those thick legs tighten their grip around him.
“Yes.” A long finger jabs between Sehun’s ribs and wiggles. Sehun lets out a pained chuckle but bites his lip to keep from saying anything. Jongdae repeats the motion and Sehun squirms under him, trying to escape the touch his breath coming in gasps.
“Fine, fine, just stop.” Sehun closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. “Thighs. Your thighs, legs.”
“Hm, really?” Jongdae cocks his head and his smirk widens. “They do look good there, don’t they.” Sehun nods but doesn’t look up. Jongdae grabs Sehun’s hands, placing his large palms on the bare skin just above his knees.
Sehun’s eyes go wide. “What are you doing?” He tries to pull away but Jongdae is deceptively strong.
“Go ahead. Tell me if they feel as good as they look. I worked hard for these. I even let those bastards shave me.” Sehun tentatively does as he is told, Jongdae’s smaller palms leading his hands up higher until they brush the bottom edge of his shorts.
A strangled noise escapes Sehun and Jongdae releases his hands. Encouraged, Sehun’s fingers slip as high as they can under the material stretched tightly over Jongdae’s upper legs. He kneads the hard flesh, enjoying the heat and slight give. “Fuck Jongdae, they’re really sexy. I can’t believe they shaved you for that fucking photo shoot.”
Jongdae grinds his hips down, leaning into the touch. “They feel nice though, right? And show some respect. I’m still your hyung.” He shifts and moans when he ass comes into contact with Sehun’s hardening cock. “Seems you really like this.”
“Yeah.” Sehun’s voice came out much more strained than he would like. “Do you?” Sehun’s tongue came out to moisten his lips nervously.
Jongdae leans forward, bringing their faces close and making the muscles under Sehun’s fingertips shift, drawing out a stifled groan. “Would I be sitting on your fucking lap if I didn’t?” Sehun does not have a chance to respond before slightly chapped lips covered his own, moving eagerly to engage him.
Sehun arches up, freeing his hands and pulling Jongdae flush to his front, still trapped between those divine legs. Sehun opens his thin lips and Jongdae’s tongue snakes inside, dominating the kiss. The younger lets him and his hands move down Jongdae’s slim form, first squeezing rounded ass cheeks and then the top of the thighs he been thinking about all day. Jongdae moans into the kiss and bucks down and then back into Sehun’s messaging palms. Out of breath Sehun breaks away, pushing Jongdae back, a confused look crossing the elder’s face. Sehun rushes onto his knees and presses a quick kiss against Jongdae’s downturned lips. “I wanna touch you. Please. Let me.”
Jongdae nods dumbly and Sehun grins, rushing to pull off his shirt and unbutton his jeans. “So eager Sehunnie, go ahead.” He pulls off his own top, lying back against the softness of Sehun’s comforter. He spreads his legs, inviting Sehun into the space and propping himself up on his elbows. “Show me, Sehunnie.” Jongdae’s voice is a low purr and Sehun’s throat feels too dry. He crawls into the space provided and presses their bare chests together. Jongdae lets out a hiss at the contact and Sehun attaches his lips to the sharp edge of Jongdae’s jaw, placing light kisses along the pale skin and down his neck. He pauses at protruding collarbones to nip and taste the salt of the tight skin, suckling each small, hardened nipple. “Fuck, just like that.” Jongdae’s hips buck up and Sehun can feel that he is getting into the whole thing too.
Sehun drags his lips down over the faintly defined muscles of Jongdae’s stomach and stops just below his navel. The scarce trail of dark hairs tickles and Sehun laves at them, wetting them and gaining a moan from the man in his hold. He is stopped by the top of Jongdae’s shorts and he mouths the cloth covered bulge gently before looking up. “Can I?”
“I don’t know why you haven’t already.” Jongdae’s voice is husky and it sends a jolt of pleasure straight down Sehun’s spine. Finding leverage, Jongdae raises his hips and allows Sehun to fully undo them and remove the offending material and his skin-tight briefs below. “That’s much better.” Jongdae pats Sehun’s head and hooks a bare ankle behind his neck and jerks him forward.
“Shit!” Sehun barely manages to catch himself before his face crashes into Jongdae’s groin. “Just let me do this how I want, Jonggie.”
“Don’t call me that. That’s what you call Jongin, fuck!” Sehun decides to cut of Jongdae’s complaints with a long lick along the length of his hardening cock. With a kiss to the tip, Sehun opens his mouth and sucks in what he can. In its half-hard state Sehun is centimeters away from a face full of tiny curls. He enjoys the weight on his tongue until Jongdae’s hips cant upwards, silently begging for more. Swallowing, Sehun can feel his mouth full thickening and he pulls back to suckle at the head. “Shit, I didn’t think you’d be so good at that maknae.” Jongdae is grinning down at him, pupils blown wide and arousal staining his cheeks pink.
“I knew you’d be a talker.” Sehun leaves a long lick from base to tip and pulls away fully, turning his face so the solid flesh rubs across his cheek leaving a trail of precome across his cheek and his lips meet the crease of the thighs he had wanted to be between. What a lucky boy he has found himself to be, living his dream as an idol and having his face buried between such lush thighs.
Sehun kisses the length of the crease, tasting the salt of sweat as the heady scent of Jongdae’s arousal fills his nose. He shifts his long body lower along the bed, grinding his own painfully hard dick into the sheets and slips his hands under Jongdae’s upper legs, bringing the left to his mouth as his other hand kneads the supple flesh. Above his head Jongdae swears and pants as his kisses go from soft to hard presses and finally open mouthed with tongue and messy spit and hints of teeth. Bruises are fervently scattered along the inner stretches of both thighs with slim lips sucking and tasting. Getting carried away with the skin under his lips as Sehun is sucking a fresh mark into the smooth, pale flesh his teeth bite down in his unrestrained gratification. Jongdae arches in his grasp, cock jerking and the muscles under Sehun’s lips tensing. “Fuck! Yes! Sehunnie, bite me again. God, please.” Sehun turns his head to the inner right thigh and bites down, the thrill of the trust this entails makes his head spin and his cock throb. Teeth release at the moment just before blood is drawn and Jongdae moans deeply, a hand coming down to stroke his now leaking cock.
Sehun bats his hand away. “Not yet. Let me take care of you.” Sucking one last mark into the delicate inner flesh of Jongdae’s thigh, Sehun bites his way back up to Jongdae’s dick. “Wrap your legs around my head.” Sehun’s large hands push on the outside of those delicious thighs and guide them so ankles are crossed just behind his neck.
“You look really fucking hot like this.” Jongdae licks his dry lips and runs his fingers through Sehun’s dark hair. His next words are cut off by a groan as Sehun swoops down to suck his cock between thin lips. Jongdae’s legs involuntarily tense and tighten their grasp of Sehun’s head and this makes him moan in turn, earning him a thrust up of slender hips and a cock forced deeper into his mouth. Even swollen with arousal Jongdae is not very large and Sehun finds no problem taking the older man into his throat and humming around the hot flesh. His hands, on the outside of those thighs, keep the legs around his head in place but do nothing to stop Jongdae from using him as he will.
Sehun pulls away and nuzzles into the hair covering Jongdae’s public bone. “I can’t move my head like this, so fuck my face. I wanna taste your come.”
Jongdae’s gasp is much higher than Sehun’s husky, rough voice but he manhandles Sehun back over his cock by his hair and thrusts up with his hips as he forces Sehun down with his legs at the same time. Sehun readily lets him use his mouth, sucking hard. “Gods, you’re a perfect slut.” Jongdae tries to set a rhythm but Sehun’s tongue running along his length and his humming or swallowing unexpectedly throws him off. His thrusts get harder and Sehun lets his mouth be used, swallowing harshly every time the stiff cock in his mouth threatens to gag him. The sight of Jongdae above him, sweaty and flushed red on his bed is driving him wild and he tries to get some friction of his own against the bed but it is just not enough. On a particularly harsh movement Sehun rakes his nails down the outside of Jongdae’s upper thighs. Jongdae keens and without warning the cock in his mouth jerks and explodes, hot liquid filling his mouth. Sehun pulls back enough so the come is pours into his mouth and not his throat, swallowing the salty stuff before it can overflow. Jongdae swears and drags his mouth away by his hair from his softening cock as it becomes too sensitive and his legs fall apart and weakly to the bed.
Sehun runs his hands lightly over the exposed thighs, admiring the marks starting to purple from his earlier attention. “I’m pretty good, right?”
“You could say that.” Jongdae is panting and looks wrecked but still manages to smirk up at the younger. “You really like my legs, don’t you?”
Sehun’s blush is hard to see through the red already high on his cheeks but his hands roam the man spread out below him. “Yeah. I like how you’ve got all this fucking meat down here and no waist to speak of. How does your twiggy body support these buff arms and thick thighs? It’s too fucking hot and definitely not fair.” He smirks back down and leans over so their faces are close. A hand comes and fondles him through his pants and Sehun moans as he leans down and captures Jongdae’s mouth in a fierce kiss. A hard squeeze makes him jerk back, damning the man under him.
Serene as he so often is, Jongdae shrugs. “I don’t like the taste of come. Not even mine.” He gives Sehun’s covered cock an apologetic pat. “Now what are we going to do with this?” Sehun bites his lips nervously, already knowing exactly what he wants. “Just say it, you scheming maknae.”
“Let me thigh-fuck you.”
Jongdae laughs and Sehun’s shoulders fall until the older rubs him a bit harder through thin cloth. “Sounds good to me.” Sehun scrambles to get his lube from its hiding space and shucks his pants and underwear in one movement. “This is what you really wanted.” Jongdae is grinning and he starts to turn over.
“No. Just lay back like you were.” Sehun climbs back between Jongdae’s legs, pouring out some lube and spreading the gel on his cock. Jongdae eyes him warily but waits. Large fingers wipe the excess lube on the inside of Jongdae’s thighs and Sehun grasps his legs, forcing them together and up into the air.
Jongdae gasps an “Oh!” as Sehun lifts his ass off the bed and scoots forward.
“That’s me. Now ready? Try and keep them as together tightly as you can.” Sehun knows he will not last long, but his hyung looks so good like this, all for him.
“Yeah, ok.” With the breathy permission Sehun slips his wet cock between the thickest part of Jongdae’s thighs, a noise escaping his lips as the tightness and heat surround him. He pulls back almost immediately and thrust back in, this cock moving easily between the meaty flesh. “Fuck.” Jongdae’s head falls back. It’s nothing like he’s done before. It’s close to being fucked because the skin of his inner thighs is thin and sensitive and the sensation of Sehun’s slick cock sliding between them is intensely erotic but so strange.
“Tighter hyung.” Sehun’s hands force Jongdae’s thighs closer together even as his legs stay up in the air. Each thrust brushes the head of his cock against Jongdae’s balls and the sensation is driving him close, but he is not ready for it to be over yet. Sehun pulls away abruptly and Jongdae’s legs fall to the bed. “Turn over.”
Sehun flips the smaller male on to his stomach and climbs on top of him before he can protest. Sehun’s cock forces its way back between lubed thighs. “Oh god.” Jongdae closes his eyes against the sensation, head pillowed on his arms. Sehun is fucking him roughly into the mattress and his still sensitive cock is being rubbed almost painfully but this position makes it easier for him to clench his thighs close.
“So good, so fucking perfect.” Sehun breathes his words into Jongdae’s ears as his hips lose their rhythm, fucking down even harder. The lube is wearing away and the tightness and friction is making Sehun loss his mind with pleasure. Jongdae rocks back and the younger loses it, coming violently into the tight space, his hips still jerking with the aftershocks of his orgasm. His breaths come in gasps and Sehun collapses, boneless.
It only takes a minute for Jongdae to start squirming. “Get off, stupid maknae. You’re crushing me.” Sehun rolls to the side with a grunt, his eyes already closed. “Damn it. Don’t fall asleep on me now. I came in here to get you for dinner you brat.”
“Later. Snuggles now.” Sehun blindly pulls Jongdae to his chest, mindless of the mess they’ve made. With a resigned sigh Jongdae lies against his chest and throws one leg over Sehun’s. Snuggles are good and after all dinner can always wait.
A/N 2: Thank you for reading. Please review or drop me a line at my tumblr or just say hi! With all the drama in the EXO fandom I’m having trouble finding the inspiration to write or finish stuff I have well on the way, but I'm glad I finished this.
Pairing: Chen/Sehun
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: PWP, oral sex, intercrural (thigh) sex, swearing, 4000 words with no plot
Disclaimer: I don’t own any people. SM does.
Summary: Jongdae’s new photos force Sehun to realize what he really wants-to be between those delicious thighs.
A/N: Fill for this exopromptmeme prompt. These pictures may be the death of me. Just like the My Lady and Thunder choreography. I’ve always thought Chen was sexy, but cute-sexy. When did he become so sexy and downright manly? I think I’ve fallen in love even more and channeled it all into this. Plus his legs are gorgeous and Sechen just look so good together. A special thank you to prettynintendo who helped me get into the right mood to finish this off. Please let me know what you think! Also my favorite thing about this may be the title.
Sehun is not the type to follow fansites or look constantly at the new images of their members that turned up every day. Tao does enough of that for the both of them. Sehun gets more than enough of it just sitting next to the Chinese maknae. Sure he sometimes has Tao save embarrassing photos of Jongin or Luhan or Junmyeon or those in which he looked especially good, but he sees enough of them during working hours to not want to look at more in his rare free time.
Junmyeon has gathered all of them in the living room for “family bonding,” something he has been encouraging more and more often since the troubles in the week before their concert. Tao has dragged his laptop out of his room and onto his lap while Sehun leans heavily on his shoulder. Most of the older members are watching the world cup, Sehun only half paying attention to them and definitely ignoring the racquet coming from the kitchen as Jongdae and Baekhyun “helped” Kyungsoo get snacks. He lazily watches Tao scrolling down the EXO tag on twitter.
“Hey, what’s that?” A flash of blue catches Sehun’s attention. It was definitely different from the concert, airport, and magazine photos he was used to. Tao hums and clicks fully on the picture he had almost skipped.
“Hmm, I don’t remember Jongdae-ge doing this.” Tao shakes his head at the image filling his screen: Jongdae, a snapback turned backwards on his head as usual grins out at them, his upper body covered in a black water suit and life vest and his tensed, bare legs steal focus as he wakeboards, pretty mountains in the background.
“Yeah, but at least he looks happy. He’s so damn awkward at photo shoots with the rest of us.” Sehun laughs.
Tao shrugs, dislodging Sehun’s head and laughing at the affronted look he receives. “You’re awkward too. The most awkward!” Sehun pouts at his words and it only makes Tao laugh harder, his mouth open.
“Taozi, stop laughing like that! Luhan already has the ugly laugh market cornered; he definitely does not need any competition from you.” Jongdae chuckles as he carries a big bowl of chips in, Baekhyun making faces behind him and Kyungsoo carrying a cutting board with some fruit ready to be eaten, looking haggard and completely done with his members.
“Hey, I heard that!” Luhan smacks Jongdae upside the head and grabs the bowl, sticking out his tongue before turning back to the screen.
“You were meant to, asshole.” Jongdae is grinning and ducks out of Luhan’s reach, plopping down on Junmyeon’s lap on the couch for safety.
Junmyeon lets out an “umphh,” his hands coming up to hold the younger steady on his lap. “Please don’t be mean.”
“Nah. I like it.” Jongdae squirms and Junmyeon lets out another distressed noise. “I like it.” He throws his arms around the older singer’s neck. “Did you see my magazine? I look really damn hot.” He grins wider and Kyungsoo rolls his eyes behind his back.
“If you say so yourself.”
“You are showing a lot of skin, hyung.” Jongin has his eyes on them but his sight keeps darting to the game on their flat screen.
Jongdae shrugs. “I guess. But that’s what happens when you do stuff on the water. Maybe they wanted to showcase my amazing legs.”
“Shut up, we’re trying to watch this!” Minseok shushes all of them, his eyes wild with world cup fever. No one dares disobey him when he’s like this. Sehun decides he’s had enough bonding time and gives a faked yawn and tells everyone he heading for a shower and then bed. Tao decides to follow him.
Once in the shower Tao breaks him out of his thoughts. “It’s not fair.”
“What?” Sehun wipes shampoo from his eyes to throw Tao a sideways glance.
“Everyone’s been losing weight and stuff with how hectic everything’s been, except Jongdae. He looks even better than he ever has. And he doesn’t even have to keep a diet. He’s so skinny but his arms and legs keep getting bigger.” Tao is bent over so he can soap up his legs, but Sehun just knows he is pouting.
“I guess. He’s been working out with Jonghyun since doing S.M. the Ballad.” Sehun has not been thinking about their member’s bodies, although he did poke Junmyeon the other day and hit his ribs, so he told the other to eat more. They’ve been so busy Sehun has found that even he has skipped meals in favor of catching a few more moments of sleep.
“Ahhh, I’m jealous! I wanna work out with Jonghyun. Hey, turn around Sehunnie, and I’ll get your back.” Tao manhandles Sehun and cleans his back before shoving the loofah into the other’s hands. Sehun returns the favor and lets Tao under the spray, his mind thinking about Jongdae and what Tao has told him.
The singer really has been working out all the time, and spending more time in the practice rooms, getting down all of their new choreography for the concert in record time. For him at least. Sehun has helped him a few times but more often Jongdae is with Yixing or Jongin or the self-declared “beagle line.” The picture of Jongdae waterboarding did a lot to show off his well-defined thighs, as did the increasingly tight pants and shorts their stylists have been shoving at him. Shaking his head to try and clear his thoughts Sehun rinses and gets out of the shower, Tao having fled the steamy bathroom a while ago. Sehun wraps a towel around his waist and exits the bathroom, stopping short as he almost collides with Jongdae in the hallway. “Ah, sorry.”
Jongdae shakes his head and smiles up at him. “It’s ok Hunnie, sleep well, ok?”
“Yeah, you too.” Sehun swallows hard, his eyes drawn down to Jongdae’s almost-bare legs, his boxers tight and not hiding anything from the taller’s gaze. Jongdae’s legs are pure muscle, manly and firm. Sehun ignores the blush he can feel rising in his cheeks and shuffles awkwardly to his room.
Drying off, Sehun flops to his bed in just his shorts, content to sleep like that and not think about how nice it might feel to have muscular thighs wrapped around his head or even his waist, tensing against him.
The next day finds Sehun hiding in his room, a stolen copy of The Celebrity in his lap. Jongdae really does look good, nothing like the lithe pretty-boy he was made out to be when they debuted. Sehun may have grown into his adult body, but Jongdae was polishing what he already had. Sehun jumps as the door swings open and the last person he wants to see stands in the doorway.
“Sehunnie, Junmyeonnie is worried about you. He says you disappeared after getting back and hasn’t seen you since.” Jongdae was giving him his sickeningly sweet grin and ambles over towards where he is propped against his headboard, hips moving in an obviously exaggerated sway.
“I’ve got a headache.” Sehun looks down, trying to shut the magazine on his lap as inconspicuously as he can.
“Ahh, ok.” Jongdae throws himself onto the bed, his legs landing over Sehun’s. “Whatcha reading?” Before Sehun can stop him, the elder grabs the magazine, a gleeful noise escaping him as he realizes what is in his hands. “Sehunnie! This is my spread. Are you admiring my glorious pictures?”
“No, shut up! Get off my bed.” Sehun’s lips are pulled down into a frown and he tries to push Jongdae away as a blush covers his face. The singer fights back, laughing and Sehun only manages to force Jongdae onto his back close to the foot of the bed, hair mussed and clothes in disarray. Sehun stops as Jongdae’s laughs become punctuated with gasps for air.
Jongdae is still smiling as he looks up at Sehun. “Truce? I was just teasing you Sehunnie.”
The furrow of Sehun’s brow deepens. “Just leave me alone.” Realizing what an awkward position they have found themselves in dawns on Sehun. He is pinning Jongdae down, the smaller man letting off little chuckles as he squirms under Sehun. His tank and shorts have both ridden up, revealing tensed thighs and the beginnings of a trail of dark hair leading southwards.
“This is more fun. Don’t you agree?” Sehun bites his lip as Jongdae wiggles one arm free. “Yah, my face is up here.” Sehun flushes darker as he is caught staring at Jongdae’s lower body.
“Sorry.” Jongdae’s free hand pushes Sehun’s bangs back, removing the last thing blocking their eyes from meeting.
“I don’t think you’re sorry at all.” Jongdae raises one brow and smirks, tilting his head and showing off his long neck and defined jaw. “See something you like, maknae?”
“You’re so embarrassing.” Sehun’s head drops, his forehead coming down to rest on Jongdae’s exposed collarbone.
“Not really, but you’re entitled to your opinions.” Sehun tenses but is still surprised when Jongdae’s hand moves to the back of his neck and grips him. In Sehun’s moment of weakness he flips them over, Sehun landing hard on his back, Jongdae straddling his waist, grinning down at him. “Tell me what you were looking at. In the magazine.”
“No.” Sehun manages to keep his face blank even though he can feel the heat of his embarrassed blush. Jongdae’s thighs are around his hips and all he wants to do is slide his hands up the firm flesh and feel it flex and tense under his fingers as those thick legs tighten their grip around him.
“Yes.” A long finger jabs between Sehun’s ribs and wiggles. Sehun lets out a pained chuckle but bites his lip to keep from saying anything. Jongdae repeats the motion and Sehun squirms under him, trying to escape the touch his breath coming in gasps.
“Fine, fine, just stop.” Sehun closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. “Thighs. Your thighs, legs.”
“Hm, really?” Jongdae cocks his head and his smirk widens. “They do look good there, don’t they.” Sehun nods but doesn’t look up. Jongdae grabs Sehun’s hands, placing his large palms on the bare skin just above his knees.
Sehun’s eyes go wide. “What are you doing?” He tries to pull away but Jongdae is deceptively strong.
“Go ahead. Tell me if they feel as good as they look. I worked hard for these. I even let those bastards shave me.” Sehun tentatively does as he is told, Jongdae’s smaller palms leading his hands up higher until they brush the bottom edge of his shorts.
A strangled noise escapes Sehun and Jongdae releases his hands. Encouraged, Sehun’s fingers slip as high as they can under the material stretched tightly over Jongdae’s upper legs. He kneads the hard flesh, enjoying the heat and slight give. “Fuck Jongdae, they’re really sexy. I can’t believe they shaved you for that fucking photo shoot.”
Jongdae grinds his hips down, leaning into the touch. “They feel nice though, right? And show some respect. I’m still your hyung.” He shifts and moans when he ass comes into contact with Sehun’s hardening cock. “Seems you really like this.”
“Yeah.” Sehun’s voice came out much more strained than he would like. “Do you?” Sehun’s tongue came out to moisten his lips nervously.
Jongdae leans forward, bringing their faces close and making the muscles under Sehun’s fingertips shift, drawing out a stifled groan. “Would I be sitting on your fucking lap if I didn’t?” Sehun does not have a chance to respond before slightly chapped lips covered his own, moving eagerly to engage him.
Sehun arches up, freeing his hands and pulling Jongdae flush to his front, still trapped between those divine legs. Sehun opens his thin lips and Jongdae’s tongue snakes inside, dominating the kiss. The younger lets him and his hands move down Jongdae’s slim form, first squeezing rounded ass cheeks and then the top of the thighs he been thinking about all day. Jongdae moans into the kiss and bucks down and then back into Sehun’s messaging palms. Out of breath Sehun breaks away, pushing Jongdae back, a confused look crossing the elder’s face. Sehun rushes onto his knees and presses a quick kiss against Jongdae’s downturned lips. “I wanna touch you. Please. Let me.”
Jongdae nods dumbly and Sehun grins, rushing to pull off his shirt and unbutton his jeans. “So eager Sehunnie, go ahead.” He pulls off his own top, lying back against the softness of Sehun’s comforter. He spreads his legs, inviting Sehun into the space and propping himself up on his elbows. “Show me, Sehunnie.” Jongdae’s voice is a low purr and Sehun’s throat feels too dry. He crawls into the space provided and presses their bare chests together. Jongdae lets out a hiss at the contact and Sehun attaches his lips to the sharp edge of Jongdae’s jaw, placing light kisses along the pale skin and down his neck. He pauses at protruding collarbones to nip and taste the salt of the tight skin, suckling each small, hardened nipple. “Fuck, just like that.” Jongdae’s hips buck up and Sehun can feel that he is getting into the whole thing too.
Sehun drags his lips down over the faintly defined muscles of Jongdae’s stomach and stops just below his navel. The scarce trail of dark hairs tickles and Sehun laves at them, wetting them and gaining a moan from the man in his hold. He is stopped by the top of Jongdae’s shorts and he mouths the cloth covered bulge gently before looking up. “Can I?”
“I don’t know why you haven’t already.” Jongdae’s voice is husky and it sends a jolt of pleasure straight down Sehun’s spine. Finding leverage, Jongdae raises his hips and allows Sehun to fully undo them and remove the offending material and his skin-tight briefs below. “That’s much better.” Jongdae pats Sehun’s head and hooks a bare ankle behind his neck and jerks him forward.
“Shit!” Sehun barely manages to catch himself before his face crashes into Jongdae’s groin. “Just let me do this how I want, Jonggie.”
“Don’t call me that. That’s what you call Jongin, fuck!” Sehun decides to cut of Jongdae’s complaints with a long lick along the length of his hardening cock. With a kiss to the tip, Sehun opens his mouth and sucks in what he can. In its half-hard state Sehun is centimeters away from a face full of tiny curls. He enjoys the weight on his tongue until Jongdae’s hips cant upwards, silently begging for more. Swallowing, Sehun can feel his mouth full thickening and he pulls back to suckle at the head. “Shit, I didn’t think you’d be so good at that maknae.” Jongdae is grinning down at him, pupils blown wide and arousal staining his cheeks pink.
“I knew you’d be a talker.” Sehun leaves a long lick from base to tip and pulls away fully, turning his face so the solid flesh rubs across his cheek leaving a trail of precome across his cheek and his lips meet the crease of the thighs he had wanted to be between. What a lucky boy he has found himself to be, living his dream as an idol and having his face buried between such lush thighs.
Sehun kisses the length of the crease, tasting the salt of sweat as the heady scent of Jongdae’s arousal fills his nose. He shifts his long body lower along the bed, grinding his own painfully hard dick into the sheets and slips his hands under Jongdae’s upper legs, bringing the left to his mouth as his other hand kneads the supple flesh. Above his head Jongdae swears and pants as his kisses go from soft to hard presses and finally open mouthed with tongue and messy spit and hints of teeth. Bruises are fervently scattered along the inner stretches of both thighs with slim lips sucking and tasting. Getting carried away with the skin under his lips as Sehun is sucking a fresh mark into the smooth, pale flesh his teeth bite down in his unrestrained gratification. Jongdae arches in his grasp, cock jerking and the muscles under Sehun’s lips tensing. “Fuck! Yes! Sehunnie, bite me again. God, please.” Sehun turns his head to the inner right thigh and bites down, the thrill of the trust this entails makes his head spin and his cock throb. Teeth release at the moment just before blood is drawn and Jongdae moans deeply, a hand coming down to stroke his now leaking cock.
Sehun bats his hand away. “Not yet. Let me take care of you.” Sucking one last mark into the delicate inner flesh of Jongdae’s thigh, Sehun bites his way back up to Jongdae’s dick. “Wrap your legs around my head.” Sehun’s large hands push on the outside of those delicious thighs and guide them so ankles are crossed just behind his neck.
“You look really fucking hot like this.” Jongdae licks his dry lips and runs his fingers through Sehun’s dark hair. His next words are cut off by a groan as Sehun swoops down to suck his cock between thin lips. Jongdae’s legs involuntarily tense and tighten their grasp of Sehun’s head and this makes him moan in turn, earning him a thrust up of slender hips and a cock forced deeper into his mouth. Even swollen with arousal Jongdae is not very large and Sehun finds no problem taking the older man into his throat and humming around the hot flesh. His hands, on the outside of those thighs, keep the legs around his head in place but do nothing to stop Jongdae from using him as he will.
Sehun pulls away and nuzzles into the hair covering Jongdae’s public bone. “I can’t move my head like this, so fuck my face. I wanna taste your come.”
Jongdae’s gasp is much higher than Sehun’s husky, rough voice but he manhandles Sehun back over his cock by his hair and thrusts up with his hips as he forces Sehun down with his legs at the same time. Sehun readily lets him use his mouth, sucking hard. “Gods, you’re a perfect slut.” Jongdae tries to set a rhythm but Sehun’s tongue running along his length and his humming or swallowing unexpectedly throws him off. His thrusts get harder and Sehun lets his mouth be used, swallowing harshly every time the stiff cock in his mouth threatens to gag him. The sight of Jongdae above him, sweaty and flushed red on his bed is driving him wild and he tries to get some friction of his own against the bed but it is just not enough. On a particularly harsh movement Sehun rakes his nails down the outside of Jongdae’s upper thighs. Jongdae keens and without warning the cock in his mouth jerks and explodes, hot liquid filling his mouth. Sehun pulls back enough so the come is pours into his mouth and not his throat, swallowing the salty stuff before it can overflow. Jongdae swears and drags his mouth away by his hair from his softening cock as it becomes too sensitive and his legs fall apart and weakly to the bed.
Sehun runs his hands lightly over the exposed thighs, admiring the marks starting to purple from his earlier attention. “I’m pretty good, right?”
“You could say that.” Jongdae is panting and looks wrecked but still manages to smirk up at the younger. “You really like my legs, don’t you?”
Sehun’s blush is hard to see through the red already high on his cheeks but his hands roam the man spread out below him. “Yeah. I like how you’ve got all this fucking meat down here and no waist to speak of. How does your twiggy body support these buff arms and thick thighs? It’s too fucking hot and definitely not fair.” He smirks back down and leans over so their faces are close. A hand comes and fondles him through his pants and Sehun moans as he leans down and captures Jongdae’s mouth in a fierce kiss. A hard squeeze makes him jerk back, damning the man under him.
Serene as he so often is, Jongdae shrugs. “I don’t like the taste of come. Not even mine.” He gives Sehun’s covered cock an apologetic pat. “Now what are we going to do with this?” Sehun bites his lips nervously, already knowing exactly what he wants. “Just say it, you scheming maknae.”
“Let me thigh-fuck you.”
Jongdae laughs and Sehun’s shoulders fall until the older rubs him a bit harder through thin cloth. “Sounds good to me.” Sehun scrambles to get his lube from its hiding space and shucks his pants and underwear in one movement. “This is what you really wanted.” Jongdae is grinning and he starts to turn over.
“No. Just lay back like you were.” Sehun climbs back between Jongdae’s legs, pouring out some lube and spreading the gel on his cock. Jongdae eyes him warily but waits. Large fingers wipe the excess lube on the inside of Jongdae’s thighs and Sehun grasps his legs, forcing them together and up into the air.
Jongdae gasps an “Oh!” as Sehun lifts his ass off the bed and scoots forward.
“That’s me. Now ready? Try and keep them as together tightly as you can.” Sehun knows he will not last long, but his hyung looks so good like this, all for him.
“Yeah, ok.” With the breathy permission Sehun slips his wet cock between the thickest part of Jongdae’s thighs, a noise escaping his lips as the tightness and heat surround him. He pulls back almost immediately and thrust back in, this cock moving easily between the meaty flesh. “Fuck.” Jongdae’s head falls back. It’s nothing like he’s done before. It’s close to being fucked because the skin of his inner thighs is thin and sensitive and the sensation of Sehun’s slick cock sliding between them is intensely erotic but so strange.
“Tighter hyung.” Sehun’s hands force Jongdae’s thighs closer together even as his legs stay up in the air. Each thrust brushes the head of his cock against Jongdae’s balls and the sensation is driving him close, but he is not ready for it to be over yet. Sehun pulls away abruptly and Jongdae’s legs fall to the bed. “Turn over.”
Sehun flips the smaller male on to his stomach and climbs on top of him before he can protest. Sehun’s cock forces its way back between lubed thighs. “Oh god.” Jongdae closes his eyes against the sensation, head pillowed on his arms. Sehun is fucking him roughly into the mattress and his still sensitive cock is being rubbed almost painfully but this position makes it easier for him to clench his thighs close.
“So good, so fucking perfect.” Sehun breathes his words into Jongdae’s ears as his hips lose their rhythm, fucking down even harder. The lube is wearing away and the tightness and friction is making Sehun loss his mind with pleasure. Jongdae rocks back and the younger loses it, coming violently into the tight space, his hips still jerking with the aftershocks of his orgasm. His breaths come in gasps and Sehun collapses, boneless.
It only takes a minute for Jongdae to start squirming. “Get off, stupid maknae. You’re crushing me.” Sehun rolls to the side with a grunt, his eyes already closed. “Damn it. Don’t fall asleep on me now. I came in here to get you for dinner you brat.”
“Later. Snuggles now.” Sehun blindly pulls Jongdae to his chest, mindless of the mess they’ve made. With a resigned sigh Jongdae lies against his chest and throws one leg over Sehun’s. Snuggles are good and after all dinner can always wait.
A/N 2: Thank you for reading. Please review or drop me a line at my tumblr or just say hi! With all the drama in the EXO fandom I’m having trouble finding the inspiration to write or finish stuff I have well on the way, but I'm glad I finished this.