[fic] we are so doing this again
Author ofolivesnginger
Fandom: EXO
Pairing: Tao/Sehun
Rating: NC17
Words: ~1800
Summary: Really sloppy taohun porn written for the sake of writing porn. Inspired by Sims Freeplay on the iPhone and the leather pants that you can put your characters in.
He meets Sehun at the club. Tao finds himself dragged there, by whom he can’t remember, just a crowd of friends looking to loosen up a little. He’s new to town-hell, they’re all new to town. The town’s demographics have tipped the scale the past two years, evolving from a senior countryside relaxation center to something actually metropolitan. Flocks of teens seemingly out of nowhere popping up, strolling the night streets with the lingering population of the older folk.
The club’s in a corner of town, all modern design, awkwardly juxtaposed to the dilapidated car dealership across the street, but what can you expect. There’s a red carpet and everything leading to the swing doors, and the place looks well polished, decent enough from the outside. Tao carried that expectation as he stepped in and he wasn’t disappointed.
It felt like the city. He didn’t feel overdressed for once, sauntering over the bar in his leopard print pants. They were expensive. A gift from some friends who wore shades all the time. He’d gotten into that habit too, thanks to them, even in the dim lights of the club he keeps them on, sat on the royal bridge of his nose.
Yixing’s fixing a margarita when he spots him. Tao actually catches sight of him when the other guy at the table gets up and heads to the bathroom. He’s slouched against the plush backrest of the set in couches like he’s bored, spinning his phone in his hand absently, watching some blond kid dance with another twenty feet off. He’s chewing his lip, thin and pink, rolling in and out between his teeth. He’s got a black snapback on and he must be pretty damn young to have such elementary tastes, Tao decides, but he’s cute. Maybe ID check is more slack around here. Maybe everybody just lets everybody in because everybody knows everybody anyway. Tao only wonders in passing, though, eyes caught on the kid, hair some crazy shade his mother probably wouldn’t approve of. The sofas here curl into semicircles around a table, like an invitation.
He takes a seat across from him and finds it warm, in the recent absence of the smaller kid. “What’s your name?”
“Sehun,” he replies, as bored as his face suggests. He lisps, and Tao catches it.
“Sorry, it’s loud in here, what?”
“Sehun,” he repeats, louder. Like thehun.
“I’m Tao.” Sehun nods.
“How old are you?”
“Old enough. How ‘bout you?”
“19,” Tao says. He catches the bathroom door swing open, and the short kid’s makes eye contact with him when he walks out. When he gets close enough Tao calls, “is he your boyfriend?” pointing at an affronted Sehun, and gets a frantic shake of his head.
“Good,” he stands up, catching Sehun’s slender wrist in his fingers, and tugs him along with him. “C’mon, dance with me.”
“I don’t want to.”
“You’re bored anyway, come on.”
Sehun’s about to sit back down when he notices Tao’s pants, and when he does, something just clicks in him. Skin tight, tight like latex, almost, reflecting the strobe lights, and fuck does he notice his thighs for the first time. Perfectly sculpted, hugged by that thin material, shifting every time his hips swayed. Tao tugs his wrist again and his head snaps up, eyes settling on the triangle of skin allowed by his v-neck. His chest looks sturdy, well built like the rest of him, something he could rest his hands on firmly.
He’s licking his lips when he stands up. Tao shoves a bold hand into the back pocket of his jeans and leads them to the dance floor, and Sehun hasn’t felt so horny in almost a year. When they get dancing it’s no bullshit. Five minutes in and they’re grinding, Sehun rolling his ass back into Tao’s dick, strong hands splayed on his stomach, heavy breath on his neck. His hands are on either side of Tao’s thighs, feeling the leathery texture of his pants and the muscles beneath.
They rolls against each other for a while, when Tao leans in and whispers into his ear.
“You busy later?”
“No,” he’s breathless.
There’s a moment’s pause, and then Tao says, “Good. Come to my place later.”
--
He’s got Tao sat in a couch right now, his legs gracefully set on Sehun’s shoulders at the knees, and Sehun’s never been so focused. Tao’s top’s been stripped off like Sehun’s, his nipples glistening with Sehun’s spit in the lamplight, chest heaving with his breaths. He’d taken off his sunglasses, fucking finally, and his eyes are so intense that Sehun’d felt his cock jolt when he tilted his head and smirked and stroked a hand down his face. Sehun had breathed in his chest, felt up his stomach, and they’d made out sloppily in a heap of naked skin. But that was not the focus now. Now he can’t take his eyes off Tao’s legs.
“Fuck.” Sehun has his hands on the outer sides of Tao’s thighs, running them up and down the print like he can’t stop. He closes his eyes, nudges his nose into his inner thigh and just breathes. A muscle flutters beneath his fingers and Sehun moans right into the fabric.
“You like that?” Tao says, mouth twisted into a smirk. Sehun breathes through his mouth, loud in the living room now, trailing his open mouth down the seam of the pants, nipping sloppy kisses. Tao’s looking down at him with amusement and something like pity, irritatingly pretentious as he sits and watches Sehun lose his mind. He rolls his hips in a nice, round circle, and Sehun’s brows draw together. He hisses through his teeth.
“Shh,” and he closes his eyes again, mouth busy tracing down Tao’s thigh, sucking wet patches onto the pants but Sehun could hardly care how stale the fabric tasted. He slides further between Tao’s legs, biting at his flesh, the little crook in the muscle where it dips in. Abruptly, Sehun hooks his hands behind Tao’s waist and yanks him to the edge of the cushion. He leans back onto his knees and presses Tao’s legs wide apart, draping them over the armrests. He looks up. They lock eyes, and Sehun dips his head down right into Tao’s clothed dick and sucks.
“Shit.” Tao bares his neck, throws his head back. Sehun’s lost all control now, lapping at crotch seams, kneading his face into Tao’s hard cock. He’s breathing in the wetness of the fabric and the musk seeping through from beneath. Tao’s breathing’s starting to match his own, and his hand flies to his jeans, scratching away at the button when Sehun bats his hand away, pins it atop the armrest.
“Sehun, fuck, just-” he rolls his hips into Sehun’s mouth, wet and hot above his cock, sucking audibly at the darkened patch of fabric between his legs. He flips Sehun’s snapback off with his free hand and grabs at his hair. Sehun pulls off finally, and gets Tao out of his pants quick, barely pulling his pants down his hips, and strokes the cock that springs up as soon as his fly’s opened. Sehun doesn’t waste time, bends and swallows as much as he can in one breath.
He’s way better than anyone his age should be at sucking cock. He swirls his tongue and turns his head like he’s orbiting around Tao’s cock, working his small lips up and down the shaft, dragging them until they’re red and puffy. Sehun pops his mouth off the head and has to take a few seconds to breathe, eyes hooded and head bent, skin glistening from the sweat starting to form on the both of them. The air tingles on Tao’s glistening cock, held up still by Sehun’s hand, and Tao’s looking at his lips hanging open and thinking about kissing him when he dips back onto his dick.
“Ungh,” Sehun moans around him, eyebrows clamping together, and Tao watches his eyes close slowly on their own accord. He feels fingers fisting the fabric of his pants, then watches Sehun milk him with just his neck, long column dipping and rising with every stroke, guiding his hot mouth up and then down. Without notice, Sehun’s hands find Tao’s and grabs them off the seats, sets them on the side of his head, and Tao knows instantly what to do.
He holds Sehun’s head steady, poised over the head of his cock, and takes a moment to brush a thumb over his closed eyelids. For such a badass attitude he tries to have, the kid’s actually got some delicate features. Sehun’s impatient, though, just wants Tao to move already, so Tao gives him what he wants, holding him still and canting his hips up slowly, feeling his cock get swallowed. He watches the glide intensely, past the little ring of Sehun’s lips, slides between his tongue and palate. Out and in again in no time, Sehun always clinging onto the head like he doesn’t want Tao out of his mouth at any point. His cheeks are flushed red, hollowing every time Tao draws his dick out, catching a pool of shadow from the lamp under his cheekbones. Barely breathing, head just suspended there like that in Tao’s fingers, while Tao just uses him. One hand’s clutching Tao’s knee and the other had wrapped itself around his forearm at some point, fingers curling and uncurling with the twitching of his eyebrows and Tao’s so turned on knowing he gets to see these involuntary flinches that Sehun probably isn’t even aware of himself.
“God, that’s it,” and Sehun moans around him, but the hand on his knee taps him and Tao stops in an instant and lets go of him. Sehun opens his eyes for a moment only before going down again, except this time the slide is different because he’s relaxed all his muscles now and Tao’s dick is sliding even further, down to the back of his throat and further, and that’s when Tao blacks out and comes right down Sehun’s throat with no warning of any kind. Sehun swallows it all down, pulling out a little so he can milk Tao with his hand, and Tao’s barely finished when he pulls off and buries his face in the pants still clinging onto Tao’s thighs and shoves a hand down his own pants. He comes against his fingers before Tao even recovers, so close to the edge already.
“Shit,” Sehun says, breathless, wiping his lips with the back of a hand.
Tao’s got a hand over his eyes, breathing slowing gradually, and a droplet of sweat runs a trail down his chest. “Yeah.”
Sehun bends to pick up his lost hat, slots it back on, but Tao just knocks it off again and clutches his hair and bends down to make out. “We are so doing this again.”
“Okay.”
a/n: im sry
Fandom: EXO
Pairing: Tao/Sehun
Rating: NC17
Words: ~1800
Summary: Really sloppy taohun porn written for the sake of writing porn. Inspired by Sims Freeplay on the iPhone and the leather pants that you can put your characters in.
He meets Sehun at the club. Tao finds himself dragged there, by whom he can’t remember, just a crowd of friends looking to loosen up a little. He’s new to town-hell, they’re all new to town. The town’s demographics have tipped the scale the past two years, evolving from a senior countryside relaxation center to something actually metropolitan. Flocks of teens seemingly out of nowhere popping up, strolling the night streets with the lingering population of the older folk.
The club’s in a corner of town, all modern design, awkwardly juxtaposed to the dilapidated car dealership across the street, but what can you expect. There’s a red carpet and everything leading to the swing doors, and the place looks well polished, decent enough from the outside. Tao carried that expectation as he stepped in and he wasn’t disappointed.
It felt like the city. He didn’t feel overdressed for once, sauntering over the bar in his leopard print pants. They were expensive. A gift from some friends who wore shades all the time. He’d gotten into that habit too, thanks to them, even in the dim lights of the club he keeps them on, sat on the royal bridge of his nose.
Yixing’s fixing a margarita when he spots him. Tao actually catches sight of him when the other guy at the table gets up and heads to the bathroom. He’s slouched against the plush backrest of the set in couches like he’s bored, spinning his phone in his hand absently, watching some blond kid dance with another twenty feet off. He’s chewing his lip, thin and pink, rolling in and out between his teeth. He’s got a black snapback on and he must be pretty damn young to have such elementary tastes, Tao decides, but he’s cute. Maybe ID check is more slack around here. Maybe everybody just lets everybody in because everybody knows everybody anyway. Tao only wonders in passing, though, eyes caught on the kid, hair some crazy shade his mother probably wouldn’t approve of. The sofas here curl into semicircles around a table, like an invitation.
He takes a seat across from him and finds it warm, in the recent absence of the smaller kid. “What’s your name?”
“Sehun,” he replies, as bored as his face suggests. He lisps, and Tao catches it.
“Sorry, it’s loud in here, what?”
“Sehun,” he repeats, louder. Like thehun.
“I’m Tao.” Sehun nods.
“How old are you?”
“Old enough. How ‘bout you?”
“19,” Tao says. He catches the bathroom door swing open, and the short kid’s makes eye contact with him when he walks out. When he gets close enough Tao calls, “is he your boyfriend?” pointing at an affronted Sehun, and gets a frantic shake of his head.
“Good,” he stands up, catching Sehun’s slender wrist in his fingers, and tugs him along with him. “C’mon, dance with me.”
“I don’t want to.”
“You’re bored anyway, come on.”
Sehun’s about to sit back down when he notices Tao’s pants, and when he does, something just clicks in him. Skin tight, tight like latex, almost, reflecting the strobe lights, and fuck does he notice his thighs for the first time. Perfectly sculpted, hugged by that thin material, shifting every time his hips swayed. Tao tugs his wrist again and his head snaps up, eyes settling on the triangle of skin allowed by his v-neck. His chest looks sturdy, well built like the rest of him, something he could rest his hands on firmly.
He’s licking his lips when he stands up. Tao shoves a bold hand into the back pocket of his jeans and leads them to the dance floor, and Sehun hasn’t felt so horny in almost a year. When they get dancing it’s no bullshit. Five minutes in and they’re grinding, Sehun rolling his ass back into Tao’s dick, strong hands splayed on his stomach, heavy breath on his neck. His hands are on either side of Tao’s thighs, feeling the leathery texture of his pants and the muscles beneath.
They rolls against each other for a while, when Tao leans in and whispers into his ear.
“You busy later?”
“No,” he’s breathless.
There’s a moment’s pause, and then Tao says, “Good. Come to my place later.”
--
He’s got Tao sat in a couch right now, his legs gracefully set on Sehun’s shoulders at the knees, and Sehun’s never been so focused. Tao’s top’s been stripped off like Sehun’s, his nipples glistening with Sehun’s spit in the lamplight, chest heaving with his breaths. He’d taken off his sunglasses, fucking finally, and his eyes are so intense that Sehun’d felt his cock jolt when he tilted his head and smirked and stroked a hand down his face. Sehun had breathed in his chest, felt up his stomach, and they’d made out sloppily in a heap of naked skin. But that was not the focus now. Now he can’t take his eyes off Tao’s legs.
“Fuck.” Sehun has his hands on the outer sides of Tao’s thighs, running them up and down the print like he can’t stop. He closes his eyes, nudges his nose into his inner thigh and just breathes. A muscle flutters beneath his fingers and Sehun moans right into the fabric.
“You like that?” Tao says, mouth twisted into a smirk. Sehun breathes through his mouth, loud in the living room now, trailing his open mouth down the seam of the pants, nipping sloppy kisses. Tao’s looking down at him with amusement and something like pity, irritatingly pretentious as he sits and watches Sehun lose his mind. He rolls his hips in a nice, round circle, and Sehun’s brows draw together. He hisses through his teeth.
“Shh,” and he closes his eyes again, mouth busy tracing down Tao’s thigh, sucking wet patches onto the pants but Sehun could hardly care how stale the fabric tasted. He slides further between Tao’s legs, biting at his flesh, the little crook in the muscle where it dips in. Abruptly, Sehun hooks his hands behind Tao’s waist and yanks him to the edge of the cushion. He leans back onto his knees and presses Tao’s legs wide apart, draping them over the armrests. He looks up. They lock eyes, and Sehun dips his head down right into Tao’s clothed dick and sucks.
“Shit.” Tao bares his neck, throws his head back. Sehun’s lost all control now, lapping at crotch seams, kneading his face into Tao’s hard cock. He’s breathing in the wetness of the fabric and the musk seeping through from beneath. Tao’s breathing’s starting to match his own, and his hand flies to his jeans, scratching away at the button when Sehun bats his hand away, pins it atop the armrest.
“Sehun, fuck, just-” he rolls his hips into Sehun’s mouth, wet and hot above his cock, sucking audibly at the darkened patch of fabric between his legs. He flips Sehun’s snapback off with his free hand and grabs at his hair. Sehun pulls off finally, and gets Tao out of his pants quick, barely pulling his pants down his hips, and strokes the cock that springs up as soon as his fly’s opened. Sehun doesn’t waste time, bends and swallows as much as he can in one breath.
He’s way better than anyone his age should be at sucking cock. He swirls his tongue and turns his head like he’s orbiting around Tao’s cock, working his small lips up and down the shaft, dragging them until they’re red and puffy. Sehun pops his mouth off the head and has to take a few seconds to breathe, eyes hooded and head bent, skin glistening from the sweat starting to form on the both of them. The air tingles on Tao’s glistening cock, held up still by Sehun’s hand, and Tao’s looking at his lips hanging open and thinking about kissing him when he dips back onto his dick.
“Ungh,” Sehun moans around him, eyebrows clamping together, and Tao watches his eyes close slowly on their own accord. He feels fingers fisting the fabric of his pants, then watches Sehun milk him with just his neck, long column dipping and rising with every stroke, guiding his hot mouth up and then down. Without notice, Sehun’s hands find Tao’s and grabs them off the seats, sets them on the side of his head, and Tao knows instantly what to do.
He holds Sehun’s head steady, poised over the head of his cock, and takes a moment to brush a thumb over his closed eyelids. For such a badass attitude he tries to have, the kid’s actually got some delicate features. Sehun’s impatient, though, just wants Tao to move already, so Tao gives him what he wants, holding him still and canting his hips up slowly, feeling his cock get swallowed. He watches the glide intensely, past the little ring of Sehun’s lips, slides between his tongue and palate. Out and in again in no time, Sehun always clinging onto the head like he doesn’t want Tao out of his mouth at any point. His cheeks are flushed red, hollowing every time Tao draws his dick out, catching a pool of shadow from the lamp under his cheekbones. Barely breathing, head just suspended there like that in Tao’s fingers, while Tao just uses him. One hand’s clutching Tao’s knee and the other had wrapped itself around his forearm at some point, fingers curling and uncurling with the twitching of his eyebrows and Tao’s so turned on knowing he gets to see these involuntary flinches that Sehun probably isn’t even aware of himself.
“God, that’s it,” and Sehun moans around him, but the hand on his knee taps him and Tao stops in an instant and lets go of him. Sehun opens his eyes for a moment only before going down again, except this time the slide is different because he’s relaxed all his muscles now and Tao’s dick is sliding even further, down to the back of his throat and further, and that’s when Tao blacks out and comes right down Sehun’s throat with no warning of any kind. Sehun swallows it all down, pulling out a little so he can milk Tao with his hand, and Tao’s barely finished when he pulls off and buries his face in the pants still clinging onto Tao’s thighs and shoves a hand down his own pants. He comes against his fingers before Tao even recovers, so close to the edge already.
“Shit,” Sehun says, breathless, wiping his lips with the back of a hand.
Tao’s got a hand over his eyes, breathing slowing gradually, and a droplet of sweat runs a trail down his chest. “Yeah.”
Sehun bends to pick up his lost hat, slots it back on, but Tao just knocks it off again and clutches his hair and bends down to make out. “We are so doing this again.”
“Okay.”
a/n: im sry