no one does it better
pairing: sehun/suho
rating: NC-17
length: 1,063
genre: surprisingly, smut
summary:" But you have to be quiet, baby.”
a/n: quick birthday fic for my favourite boy <3
"Hyung."
Huffed exhales, rustling of sheets.
“Hyung, please.”
Long legs tangling with shorter ones, nose pressing against a collarbone, breath warm and loud in an ear.
“I need you.”
Slender body arching against another, hardness in his crotch evident.
A quiet, dizzying whine, met with a low, worn-out, conceding noise because it’s impossible to refuse.
“Mmh, okay.”
More rustling, repositioning, relieved sighs, legs between spread thighs, neck thrown back in anticipation of hot kisses. Just as lips press against the tender skin, there are words:
“But you have to be quiet, baby.”
That’s how it starts.
That’s how Junmyeon ends up with a needy, softly moaning Sehun under him in their room whilst the other members are all asleep - or in their rooms under the ruse of being so, at least.
It’s slow to begin with - Junmyeon peppering Sehun in kisses, whispered praises; some harder, wetter presses of his mouth leaving marks where they won’t be seen, won’t cause a fuss. Lips joined together as he carefully works Sehun open, swallowing all his delicious sounds, muffled calls of Junmyeon’s name. Hands grabbing at Junmyeon’s nape, arms, nails dragging down his back, trails of hot, red words, sounds that can’t be said out loud. Then it’s Sehun biting down on his own fingers as Junmyeon eases into him, heavy, damp gasps against each other’s necks.
Junmyeon keeps the pace steady, hints of groans under his breath leaving his lips each time he rocks forward, but Sehun is much less patient, less considerate. This is about what Sehun wants, and Junmyeon can’t refuse him.
That’s how it ends up as Sehun riding Junmyeon, releasing small, breathy exhales each time his hips rock down, Junmyeon tangling a hand in his hair, bringing his face close to his neck to muffle any sounds that get out, other hand softly stroking the small of his back. Sehun starting to whimper “I can't, I can't” because he can’t keep this quiet, the way Junmyeon is making him feel can't be restrained to soft, quiet sounds. He needs to moan, whine, beg loudly because Junmyeon makes him feel so good - he needs to let everyone else know, his movements growing jerkier, stronger, his grip on Junmyeon tightens, nails clutching at his skin, into his neck, shoulders, chest. Junmyeon absent-mindedly tells Sehun to "shush, don't let them hear", but Sehun keeps grinding down, insistent, defiant:
"What if I want them to hear, hyung?” Dark hair hanging over hooded, dazed eyes. “I want them to hear how good you fuck me; how well you take me.” Throat bobbing, rosiness rising across his cheeks in the thick darkness.
Junmyeon grabs hold of Sehun’s hips, claiming in a low, possessive voice against his shoulder:
"You're mine, only mine.” Sehun moans high at that - loves being claimed, possessed, fought over. “Only I get to hear you, hear how pretty you moan for me".
Sehun’s breath hitches, hips circle tighter.
"But I want - want them to know, hyung.” His speech is getting more broken, voice thick with ruin, stammering to get coherent words out. “Don't you want them to know I’m yours? That they can look at me, touch me, but it's you that I come back to - fuck, it’s you - you that fucks me so good, so - so much better than anyone else could.”
And those words make the need for husky praises, possessive moans and claims bubble up in Junmyeon’s throat, because Sehun is so unbelievable, insatiable, so irrevocably his. And Sehun knows that:
"I belong to you, hyung.” A slow roll of his hips, a lean forwards so his torso hovers above Junmyeon’s, breath hitting his throat. “No-one else."
“Fuck, Sehun, where did you learn to speak like this?” Junmyeon grits out, grip firm on Sehun’s waist - his fingerprints on Sehun’s skin a temporary hue of pink. And of course Sehun answers with “from you, hyung” in that devastating, wrecked tone of voice that just makes Junmyeon want to hear more of it, giving a particularly sharp thrust upwards, for which he receives a particularly loud whine from Sehun. And Sehun doesn’t relent; maybe there’s a hint of a victorious smile on his face in this darkened room because Junmyeon can tell by the way he continues his begging:
“Show them I’m yours - show them they can't have me.”
And that’s when Junmyeon really, truly gives in; flipping their bodies over, sucking, biting at Sehun’s throat as he fucks him into the mattress, and Sehun moans, whines, whimpers, gasps, and there’s no way the others won’t hear if they’re still awake. Sehun takes that advantage to moan Junmyeon’s name as loud as he can, voice lilting so beautifully, so terribly.
Sehun is so , so close and when Junmyeon reaches to wrap a hand around his cock, pumping him slowly, working up towards the speed of his thrusts, he can tell it’s the start of Sehun’s unravelling; his breath catching in his throat, thighs locking around Junmyeon’s sides, body arching, tensing, on the brink of feeling so fucking good.
“Come for me, baby,” Junmyeon hums, other hand coming up to sift through Sehun’s hair with that ever-underlying tenderness, “Let them hear how good you sound when I make you come.”
A tight, high utter of Junmyeon’s name, a hiccup, a quick, deep gasp - then a long, loud cry, pitching up at the end, followed by another, and another, shallow attempts at inhales between them as he comes in Junmyeon’s grasp, all over his stomach, Junmyeon fucking him through it.
Junmyeon senses when Sehun’s come down and he’s too sensitive and slows his pace, but then there’s a hot palm pressed to the side of his face, and Sehun’s telling him to keep fucking him.
“I want them to hear you, too,” is what he says, voice scratchy, barely-there, and that does it - Junmyeon’s hips driving forwards, mouth finding Sehun’s in a messy, open kiss, heavy pants against soft, swollen lips; and then a drawn-out groan, a repeated chorus of Sehun, baby, mine as he comes inside him.
“Hyung.”
An arm snaking round him, face pressed into his shoulder.
“Yeah?”
A blissful sigh, long, lazy fingers interlacing with shorter ones.
“I love you.”
Two warm smiles that are felt rather than seen, a gentle kiss to a forehead, both hearts beating strongly next to the person they belong to.
rating: NC-17
length: 1,063
genre: surprisingly, smut
summary:" But you have to be quiet, baby.”
a/n: quick birthday fic for my favourite boy <3
"Hyung."
Huffed exhales, rustling of sheets.
“Hyung, please.”
Long legs tangling with shorter ones, nose pressing against a collarbone, breath warm and loud in an ear.
“I need you.”
Slender body arching against another, hardness in his crotch evident.
A quiet, dizzying whine, met with a low, worn-out, conceding noise because it’s impossible to refuse.
“Mmh, okay.”
More rustling, repositioning, relieved sighs, legs between spread thighs, neck thrown back in anticipation of hot kisses. Just as lips press against the tender skin, there are words:
“But you have to be quiet, baby.”
That’s how it starts.
That’s how Junmyeon ends up with a needy, softly moaning Sehun under him in their room whilst the other members are all asleep - or in their rooms under the ruse of being so, at least.
It’s slow to begin with - Junmyeon peppering Sehun in kisses, whispered praises; some harder, wetter presses of his mouth leaving marks where they won’t be seen, won’t cause a fuss. Lips joined together as he carefully works Sehun open, swallowing all his delicious sounds, muffled calls of Junmyeon’s name. Hands grabbing at Junmyeon’s nape, arms, nails dragging down his back, trails of hot, red words, sounds that can’t be said out loud. Then it’s Sehun biting down on his own fingers as Junmyeon eases into him, heavy, damp gasps against each other’s necks.
Junmyeon keeps the pace steady, hints of groans under his breath leaving his lips each time he rocks forward, but Sehun is much less patient, less considerate. This is about what Sehun wants, and Junmyeon can’t refuse him.
That’s how it ends up as Sehun riding Junmyeon, releasing small, breathy exhales each time his hips rock down, Junmyeon tangling a hand in his hair, bringing his face close to his neck to muffle any sounds that get out, other hand softly stroking the small of his back. Sehun starting to whimper “I can't, I can't” because he can’t keep this quiet, the way Junmyeon is making him feel can't be restrained to soft, quiet sounds. He needs to moan, whine, beg loudly because Junmyeon makes him feel so good - he needs to let everyone else know, his movements growing jerkier, stronger, his grip on Junmyeon tightens, nails clutching at his skin, into his neck, shoulders, chest. Junmyeon absent-mindedly tells Sehun to "shush, don't let them hear", but Sehun keeps grinding down, insistent, defiant:
"What if I want them to hear, hyung?” Dark hair hanging over hooded, dazed eyes. “I want them to hear how good you fuck me; how well you take me.” Throat bobbing, rosiness rising across his cheeks in the thick darkness.
Junmyeon grabs hold of Sehun’s hips, claiming in a low, possessive voice against his shoulder:
"You're mine, only mine.” Sehun moans high at that - loves being claimed, possessed, fought over. “Only I get to hear you, hear how pretty you moan for me".
Sehun’s breath hitches, hips circle tighter.
"But I want - want them to know, hyung.” His speech is getting more broken, voice thick with ruin, stammering to get coherent words out. “Don't you want them to know I’m yours? That they can look at me, touch me, but it's you that I come back to - fuck, it’s you - you that fucks me so good, so - so much better than anyone else could.”
And those words make the need for husky praises, possessive moans and claims bubble up in Junmyeon’s throat, because Sehun is so unbelievable, insatiable, so irrevocably his. And Sehun knows that:
"I belong to you, hyung.” A slow roll of his hips, a lean forwards so his torso hovers above Junmyeon’s, breath hitting his throat. “No-one else."
“Fuck, Sehun, where did you learn to speak like this?” Junmyeon grits out, grip firm on Sehun’s waist - his fingerprints on Sehun’s skin a temporary hue of pink. And of course Sehun answers with “from you, hyung” in that devastating, wrecked tone of voice that just makes Junmyeon want to hear more of it, giving a particularly sharp thrust upwards, for which he receives a particularly loud whine from Sehun. And Sehun doesn’t relent; maybe there’s a hint of a victorious smile on his face in this darkened room because Junmyeon can tell by the way he continues his begging:
“Show them I’m yours - show them they can't have me.”
And that’s when Junmyeon really, truly gives in; flipping their bodies over, sucking, biting at Sehun’s throat as he fucks him into the mattress, and Sehun moans, whines, whimpers, gasps, and there’s no way the others won’t hear if they’re still awake. Sehun takes that advantage to moan Junmyeon’s name as loud as he can, voice lilting so beautifully, so terribly.
Sehun is so , so close and when Junmyeon reaches to wrap a hand around his cock, pumping him slowly, working up towards the speed of his thrusts, he can tell it’s the start of Sehun’s unravelling; his breath catching in his throat, thighs locking around Junmyeon’s sides, body arching, tensing, on the brink of feeling so fucking good.
“Come for me, baby,” Junmyeon hums, other hand coming up to sift through Sehun’s hair with that ever-underlying tenderness, “Let them hear how good you sound when I make you come.”
A tight, high utter of Junmyeon’s name, a hiccup, a quick, deep gasp - then a long, loud cry, pitching up at the end, followed by another, and another, shallow attempts at inhales between them as he comes in Junmyeon’s grasp, all over his stomach, Junmyeon fucking him through it.
Junmyeon senses when Sehun’s come down and he’s too sensitive and slows his pace, but then there’s a hot palm pressed to the side of his face, and Sehun’s telling him to keep fucking him.
“I want them to hear you, too,” is what he says, voice scratchy, barely-there, and that does it - Junmyeon’s hips driving forwards, mouth finding Sehun’s in a messy, open kiss, heavy pants against soft, swollen lips; and then a drawn-out groan, a repeated chorus of Sehun, baby, mine as he comes inside him.
“Hyung.”
An arm snaking round him, face pressed into his shoulder.
“Yeah?”
A blissful sigh, long, lazy fingers interlacing with shorter ones.
“I love you.”
Two warm smiles that are felt rather than seen, a gentle kiss to a forehead, both hearts beating strongly next to the person they belong to.