[Day three] (make me) lose my breath
Kink: Asphyxiation
Pairing(s): Sehun/Kai
Word Count: 2.748
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Biting, marking, dirty talk
Summary: Today, Sehun he wants something he just can’t do by himself, something that he needs Jongin for.
Author's Note: I’m not entirely happy with how this fic turned out, but I hope someone enjoys it!
Sehun’s been waiting all day for Jongin to get home. He knows that Jongin needs to work his shift down at the local bar - one of his three part-time jobs along with dogsitting and assisting at the dance studio, because hey, they need the money - but he’s been alone for almost fourteen hours trying to busy himself with studying to no avail and he misses his boyfriend.
Misses, in this case is defined by his painfully hard cock straining against his underwear, his skin hot and flushed, mind dizzy as his blood rushes elsewhere.
Sehun has been struggling with it for most of the day - he's already taken care of himself once, this morning in the shower, and again a few hours ago, splayed out on their bed working three fingers inside himself before following on with one of his favourite vibrators until he came all over his stomach (not before taking a few pictures to tease Jongin with later). But on both occasions, his orgasm left something to be desired; the sweet waves of pleasure and release not hitting him quite as intensely as he’d like.
Sehun is a very particular person, his wants and needs are sometimes too great to be sated by himself, yet too strong to be ignored. And today he wants something he just can’t do by himself, something that he needs Jongin for.
Right now, he thinks - chewing his lip and trying to will down the heat that’s insistently crawling under his skin - he wants to be claimed. He wants to be touched, loved so much it’ll leave marks; hands gripping him so tight they'll leave bruises, kisses and bites that turn his skin the prettiest shades of pink and purple - marks that he can remember Jongin by in the long hours he’s gone. He wants to be pulled apart and put back together; wants Jongin's voice deep and hot on his ear full of praising, adoring, possessive words; wants to be his.
Sehun shifts impatiently in his seat as he glances at the time at the bottom of his laptop screen. Almost midnight - just a few more minutes to go.
When Sehun hears the sound of the front door opening then closing, Jongin only manages to get out half of his “I’m home, babe” when Sehun is wrapping himself around his boyfriend, nosing at his neck before pulling back to kiss his lips.
“Hey,” Jongin greets softly, fondly; shrugs his bag off of his shoulder so he can hold Sehun’s waist properly.
“You better not be tired,” Sehun mumbles against his mouth, “I’ve been waiting for you all day.” He takes one of Jongin’s hands in his, guides it to the front of his sweatpants, and Jongin gasps at the hardness he feels under his palm.
“Shit, Sehun,” Jongin curses, eyes darkening, tightening the grip he has on the other’s waist. “You’re unbelievable.” Jongin’s mouth quickly finds Sehun’s, kissing, savouring, both gentle and urgent, getting the message across of I missed you, too. “Have you touched yourself?”
“Mm, twice,” Sehun replies, gasps as Jongin nips along his jaw, licks up his neck. “I tried - tried waiting. But I couldn’t stop thinking of you,” Sehun says, breathing against Jongin’s skin. Jongin groans low, backs Sehun up against the nearest wall, shrugs his jacket off before putting his hands back on his boyfriend,
“Did you use your fingers? Or one of your toys?”
“Both. Fucked myself on our bed, imagining it was you - it stretched me so fucking wide, Jongin. Mm - made a mess…” Sehun feels his boyfriend’s lips moving down his jaw and neck, sucking, nipping softly, a tender spark of want, “but it wasn’t you.” Sehun lifts up a leg, wraps it around Jongin’s hip. “Wasn’t what I needed. Need you.” Sehun’s breathing is already uneven; his words heavily affected, accented with desperation and that’s what really triggers Jongin, makes him pull Sehun closer to kiss him hungrily.
“What do you want me to do?” Jongin gasps into Sehun’s mouth as he pushes a hand up the other’s shirt.
“Fuck me, mark me up, make me yours, choke me, whatever the fuck you want,” Sehun groans in response, now mouthing hotly down Jongin’s throat. He cants his hips against Jongin’s, drags his clothed erection harshly against his boyfriend’s crotch as an indication, “Fuck me like I’m yours.”
“But you are mine,” Jongin says lowly, tugs at Sehun’s bottom lip with his teeth, brings his hands down to grab firmly at his ass, pulling him closer, grinding into him harder.
“Then show me.”
And Jongin does - mouths down Sehun’s neck, nipping and sucking enough to leave a litter of marks on his skin whilst he tugs his boyfriend’s shirt off, then his own. He drags Sehun towards their bedroom, fingers hooked over his waistband, presses haphazard kisses and whispers into his skin - so hot, so perfect, all mine, I love you I love you.
Sehun revels in the praises, hums appreciatively at the compliments, even when he’s being stripped and pushed down onto the bed, Jongin climbing on top of him, dragging a heavy hand over his cock - you’re so fucking beautiful, Sehun. Want you so bad. Always want you.
Jongin’s hands are roaming over his thighs, stomach, chest as he leans down to capture Sehun’s lips in a deep, lingering kiss.
“Now, Jongin,” Sehun demands breathily, “I need you, fuck, I need you.” His hands roam, grasp onto Jongin’s upper arms; slide up to circle his neck, anchoring himself onto him as he arches his body up against his boyfriend’s.
Jongin’s hands slide under Sehun’s thighs; pulls them up either side of his own waist before returning a slow, comforting palm to Sehun’s cheek.
“Shh,” he presses a hot, wet kiss just to the side of Sehun’s mouth. “Let me savour this. You’re so cute when you’re like this, all hot and bothered.” Jongin hears a half-hearted whine from him.
“Don’t call me cute right now, please.” Jongin revels in the rosiness that rises on Sehun’s cheeks, the dampness on his lips that his tongue leaves.
“But you are,” he argues, tracing a hand down Sehun’s abdomen, pelvis, gently curling around his cock, giving a few teasing strokes, pulling a few weak, insistent moans from Sehun. “So cute.” Jongin smiles, gently kissing down his neck.
“I thought about you, too,” Jongin confesses, mouth travelling lower with every press of lips to skin. He can hear Sehun’s little huffs with every exhale - it’s the sweetest sound to Jongin, so quiet, so subtle yet so telling; revealing of how much Sehun wants him right now. And Jongin wants him too - he always does, especially on days like this; long hours spent apart, unable to share a kiss or touch.
“I missed you,” he whispers against where his lips are currently resting against Sehun’s hip. Sehun lets out a slow whine, stroking through Jongin’s soft, thick hair. “I missed how much you need me, how beautiful you look under me, how perfect you feel, so soft, so flawless; only for me.”
“Jongin,” Sehun gasps, ever so quietly, under an exhale of laboured breath, “fuck me. Please. I missed you too, so much, all day. Couldn’t wait.”
And then Jongin’s hand travels further down, stroking gently behind Sehun’s balls, whilst his mouth is absent-mindedly occupied with Sehun’s cock, mouthing lightly along the sensitive flesh whilst he reaches up, under the pillow with his other hand to retrieve the small bottle of lube.
Sehun is restless underneath him, calling out Jongin’s name in impatience as he spreads the lube over his fingers; keens as the cool liquid pours onto his skin, rapidly warming up as Jongin massages it carefully over Sehun’s entrance, still kissing along his dick, kneading at his thigh with his other hand as he does so.
And it’s not too hard for Jongin to ease his fingers into Sehun, his body welcoming them because he’s still slightly loose from earlier; earlier thoughts of Jongin. Then Sehun’s gasping with every curl of them inside him, every caress of Jongin’s other hand along his thigh, every increasingly purposeful lick along his cock.
“Please, Jongin,” Sehun begs with one hand fisted in his boyfriend’s hair, the other in the sheets, “I’m so ready,” Jongin’s lips move to graze the sensitive skin where his thigh meets his pelvis, sucking hotly, and Sehun’s grip tightens, hips bucking with a whine, “I’m so ready for you…”
But Jongin doesn’t give into him, not yet, instead continuing to work Sehun open, adding a third finger, drawing even more delicious, more wrecked, more ruined moans from him each time.
“Do you want me?” Jongin asks, voice slightly muffled against the inside of Sehun’s thigh.
“What does it look like?” Sehun whines, drawing his legs up, arching his back high, attempting to fuck himself on Jongin’s fingers, stroking inside of him so well.
“Well, it looks amazing from where I am right now,” Jongin replies through a teasing grin, and he knows Sehun would roll his eyes at that if he wasn’t too turned on to function.
But Sehun wins Jongin over, like he always does, because Jongin always gives Sehun what he wants. It’s how they work.
It’s with a move to interlock their hands and a breathless I love you that Jongin sinks into him, the sensation making his head spin, dropping his head down to mouth hotly along Sehun’s neck. The steady flow of little ‘ah, ah’s from Sehun’s lips is the sweetest sound Jongin has ever heard, accompanied by the rustling of the sheets, the subtle sound of skin against skin as he starts to roll his hips, rocking into Sehun, fucking him slow.
Sehun squeezes his thighs tightly around Jongin’s waist and Jongin’s fingers press deeply into the supple skin, fingernails dragging down them, leaving raw red marks in their wake. Sehun moans loudly and digs the heel of his foot against the small of Jongin’s back, forcing him forwards, closer, deeper into him. Sehun wraps his arms around him, scratching desperately down his back, breath caught in his throat as he begs against Jongin’s ear, fuck me, fuck me harder, Jongin, and then Sehun feels teeth at his throat, biting down hard, sending sparks of painful pleasure through his body. There’s a hand in his hair too, tugging, pulling, claiming. Sehun lets out a lilted whine, body arching upwards with pleasure, want, need for Jongin because he’s so close to feeling so good but Jongin is always drawing it out, taking it slow, making him beg for what he wants.
Sehun gasps with every thrust, still just shy of hitting his prostate (Jongin’s probably doing that on purpose, the fucker), his body thrumming with arousal.
Jongin’s hand trails down, rubs Sehun’s jaw, traces his fingertips along his neck. The gentle touch to the sensitive skin sends shivers through him and Sehun swallows, tilting his head back. He knows what Jongin’s thinking, and fuck, Sehun wants it too.
“Do it,” he urges, eyes staring into Jongin’s - equally as dark, heavy, desiring.
Sehun’s breath catches with a low groan when Jongin’s hand wraps around his throat, squeezing gently, growing tighter, the pace of his thrusts unrelenting as his fingers press against Sehun’s airways.
“Like that?” Jongin asks, voice deep and steady, but when Sehun looks up into his eyes there’s a falter for a second, a flash of soft tenderness in them as he tries not to make it obvious he really cares about the answer. They’ve done this countless times before, and Sehun’s made it very clear, told him in every possible way how much he loves it, how fucking good it feels for him, but Jongin can’t stop himself from caring, always making sure Sehun is okay. And as much as Sehun loves Jongin being dominant like this, those small reminders of how much Jongin cares, loves, cherishes him knocks the breath out of him as much as his hands around his throat do, and Jongin’s eyes regain their piercing darkness again once Sehun gets out a choked whimper and a slight nod of his head, teeth digging into his own lip as his vision starts to blur, clouded with blotches of white.
His whole body is buzzing with pleasure, mind going fuzzy with the lack of oxygen, interlaced with the slight burn of the pain. And it’s so good, every sensation heightening and enveloping him fully and just as his attempts at breaths grow weaker - his eyelids grow heavier, his grip on Jongin wanes - Jongin’s hand loosens, the air rushing back into Sehun’s lungs.
“You okay?” Jongin asks, kissing the slight redness on Sehun’s neck, slowing his pace. Sehun manages a half-moaned ‘yeah’, pleasure-thick vowels slurring into a continuation of ‘I love you’.
Jongin thinks that one of the times Sehun is at his most beautiful is when he’s like this - skin flushed, deep pink along the tops of his cheeks, glowing from the sheen of sweat veiled over him, lips red and eyes hazy and all caused; affected by Jongin. Because Sehun likes this best and therefore so does Jongin; when Jongin’s cock is filling Sehun and Sehun’s breath is in Jongin’s lungs and his heart in Jongin’s hands.
“Jongin.” Sehun’s hands are roaming, searching, dragging across hot skin in need, pleads for more made through the dig of his fingertips into flesh, the soft, staccato exhales against Jongin’s ear.
“Is this what you thought about earlier?” Jongin asks, steady thrusts still drawing the prettiest sounds out of Sehun as he traces a hand down, stroking over Sehun’s abdomen before curling around his cock, strokes slow, heavy.
“Yeah,” Sehun gasps out, bucking into his grip, “so much better when-” he cuts himself off with a sultry moan as Jongin finds just the right place inside him, “-when it’s real.”
And Jongin agrees - fucking Sehun, feeling him tight around him, hearing him gasp from how good it is, knowing that every hot inch of skin beneath him is his, will always take precedence over the times they’re apart. No amount of imagination can ever live up to Sehun in the flesh, dancing on the edge of ecstasy under Jongin’s touch.
Sehun is so close now, now that Jongin has quit playing and started giving him what he really wants: faster, deeper thrusts at just the right angle that make his whole body tremble; an eager hand working over his cock, thumb rubbing over the head that makes Sehun keen; eyes watering, mouth slack.
It’s in a haze that he grabs Jongin’s other wrist, tugs it up to his neck that he’s bared desperately, head thrown back. Sehun barely has to breathe out an ‘again’ before Jongin’s fingers spread across the skin, applying the most beautiful pressure. It’s so tight; the grip around his throat, the pleasure coiled up in his abdomen, his chest as it struggles for air.
It’s with a series of sharp thrusts and Jongin’s ‘come, baby’ that he does just so, thighs locking where they’re hooked around Jongin’s waist, reddened lips moving around words, exclamations that he has no air to voice until Jongin’s grip eases, instead stroking gently as Sehun gasps, fills up his lungs again as the last of his come spills prettily onto his stomach.
“Fuck, Jongin,” he exhales, still-trembling hands burying in his boyfriend’s hair, dragging him into a kiss. “Come for me?” he mumbles into it, squeezing around Jongin’s cock in him and pulling a whimper out of him, and Jongin’s hands move down to Sehun’s waist, holding tight as he comes undone, Sehun’s name lost in the string of hazed words that escape him.
Sehun’s hands quickly go to link with Jongin’s as they breathe together, exhale their love, inhale each other.
Jongin cleans them up and is quick to snuggle (and Sehun would be too, if he hadn’t just had the best fuck of his life), weaving his legs between Sehun’s, nuzzling softly against his shoulder.
“Was that good?” Jongin knows it was; knows from how Sehun moaned his name, held him like he was all he had, fluttered his eyes before he came. But Jongin still wants to make sure; always needs to know he’s making Sehun feel as good as he deserves. That boy, he thinks, deserves Jongin ten times over.
As Sehun curls up closer against him, brushes his lips against his temple with a quiet ‘I love you’, Jongin has all the answers he needs.
Pairing(s): Sehun/Kai
Word Count: 2.748
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Biting, marking, dirty talk
Summary: Today, Sehun he wants something he just can’t do by himself, something that he needs Jongin for.
Author's Note: I’m not entirely happy with how this fic turned out, but I hope someone enjoys it!
Sehun’s been waiting all day for Jongin to get home. He knows that Jongin needs to work his shift down at the local bar - one of his three part-time jobs along with dogsitting and assisting at the dance studio, because hey, they need the money - but he’s been alone for almost fourteen hours trying to busy himself with studying to no avail and he misses his boyfriend.
Misses, in this case is defined by his painfully hard cock straining against his underwear, his skin hot and flushed, mind dizzy as his blood rushes elsewhere.
Sehun has been struggling with it for most of the day - he's already taken care of himself once, this morning in the shower, and again a few hours ago, splayed out on their bed working three fingers inside himself before following on with one of his favourite vibrators until he came all over his stomach (not before taking a few pictures to tease Jongin with later). But on both occasions, his orgasm left something to be desired; the sweet waves of pleasure and release not hitting him quite as intensely as he’d like.
Sehun is a very particular person, his wants and needs are sometimes too great to be sated by himself, yet too strong to be ignored. And today he wants something he just can’t do by himself, something that he needs Jongin for.
Right now, he thinks - chewing his lip and trying to will down the heat that’s insistently crawling under his skin - he wants to be claimed. He wants to be touched, loved so much it’ll leave marks; hands gripping him so tight they'll leave bruises, kisses and bites that turn his skin the prettiest shades of pink and purple - marks that he can remember Jongin by in the long hours he’s gone. He wants to be pulled apart and put back together; wants Jongin's voice deep and hot on his ear full of praising, adoring, possessive words; wants to be his.
Sehun shifts impatiently in his seat as he glances at the time at the bottom of his laptop screen. Almost midnight - just a few more minutes to go.
When Sehun hears the sound of the front door opening then closing, Jongin only manages to get out half of his “I’m home, babe” when Sehun is wrapping himself around his boyfriend, nosing at his neck before pulling back to kiss his lips.
“Hey,” Jongin greets softly, fondly; shrugs his bag off of his shoulder so he can hold Sehun’s waist properly.
“You better not be tired,” Sehun mumbles against his mouth, “I’ve been waiting for you all day.” He takes one of Jongin’s hands in his, guides it to the front of his sweatpants, and Jongin gasps at the hardness he feels under his palm.
“Shit, Sehun,” Jongin curses, eyes darkening, tightening the grip he has on the other’s waist. “You’re unbelievable.” Jongin’s mouth quickly finds Sehun’s, kissing, savouring, both gentle and urgent, getting the message across of I missed you, too. “Have you touched yourself?”
“Mm, twice,” Sehun replies, gasps as Jongin nips along his jaw, licks up his neck. “I tried - tried waiting. But I couldn’t stop thinking of you,” Sehun says, breathing against Jongin’s skin. Jongin groans low, backs Sehun up against the nearest wall, shrugs his jacket off before putting his hands back on his boyfriend,
“Did you use your fingers? Or one of your toys?”
“Both. Fucked myself on our bed, imagining it was you - it stretched me so fucking wide, Jongin. Mm - made a mess…” Sehun feels his boyfriend’s lips moving down his jaw and neck, sucking, nipping softly, a tender spark of want, “but it wasn’t you.” Sehun lifts up a leg, wraps it around Jongin’s hip. “Wasn’t what I needed. Need you.” Sehun’s breathing is already uneven; his words heavily affected, accented with desperation and that’s what really triggers Jongin, makes him pull Sehun closer to kiss him hungrily.
“What do you want me to do?” Jongin gasps into Sehun’s mouth as he pushes a hand up the other’s shirt.
“Fuck me, mark me up, make me yours, choke me, whatever the fuck you want,” Sehun groans in response, now mouthing hotly down Jongin’s throat. He cants his hips against Jongin’s, drags his clothed erection harshly against his boyfriend’s crotch as an indication, “Fuck me like I’m yours.”
“But you are mine,” Jongin says lowly, tugs at Sehun’s bottom lip with his teeth, brings his hands down to grab firmly at his ass, pulling him closer, grinding into him harder.
“Then show me.”
And Jongin does - mouths down Sehun’s neck, nipping and sucking enough to leave a litter of marks on his skin whilst he tugs his boyfriend’s shirt off, then his own. He drags Sehun towards their bedroom, fingers hooked over his waistband, presses haphazard kisses and whispers into his skin - so hot, so perfect, all mine, I love you I love you.
Sehun revels in the praises, hums appreciatively at the compliments, even when he’s being stripped and pushed down onto the bed, Jongin climbing on top of him, dragging a heavy hand over his cock - you’re so fucking beautiful, Sehun. Want you so bad. Always want you.
Jongin’s hands are roaming over his thighs, stomach, chest as he leans down to capture Sehun’s lips in a deep, lingering kiss.
“Now, Jongin,” Sehun demands breathily, “I need you, fuck, I need you.” His hands roam, grasp onto Jongin’s upper arms; slide up to circle his neck, anchoring himself onto him as he arches his body up against his boyfriend’s.
Jongin’s hands slide under Sehun’s thighs; pulls them up either side of his own waist before returning a slow, comforting palm to Sehun’s cheek.
“Shh,” he presses a hot, wet kiss just to the side of Sehun’s mouth. “Let me savour this. You’re so cute when you’re like this, all hot and bothered.” Jongin hears a half-hearted whine from him.
“Don’t call me cute right now, please.” Jongin revels in the rosiness that rises on Sehun’s cheeks, the dampness on his lips that his tongue leaves.
“But you are,” he argues, tracing a hand down Sehun’s abdomen, pelvis, gently curling around his cock, giving a few teasing strokes, pulling a few weak, insistent moans from Sehun. “So cute.” Jongin smiles, gently kissing down his neck.
“I thought about you, too,” Jongin confesses, mouth travelling lower with every press of lips to skin. He can hear Sehun’s little huffs with every exhale - it’s the sweetest sound to Jongin, so quiet, so subtle yet so telling; revealing of how much Sehun wants him right now. And Jongin wants him too - he always does, especially on days like this; long hours spent apart, unable to share a kiss or touch.
“I missed you,” he whispers against where his lips are currently resting against Sehun’s hip. Sehun lets out a slow whine, stroking through Jongin’s soft, thick hair. “I missed how much you need me, how beautiful you look under me, how perfect you feel, so soft, so flawless; only for me.”
“Jongin,” Sehun gasps, ever so quietly, under an exhale of laboured breath, “fuck me. Please. I missed you too, so much, all day. Couldn’t wait.”
And then Jongin’s hand travels further down, stroking gently behind Sehun’s balls, whilst his mouth is absent-mindedly occupied with Sehun’s cock, mouthing lightly along the sensitive flesh whilst he reaches up, under the pillow with his other hand to retrieve the small bottle of lube.
Sehun is restless underneath him, calling out Jongin’s name in impatience as he spreads the lube over his fingers; keens as the cool liquid pours onto his skin, rapidly warming up as Jongin massages it carefully over Sehun’s entrance, still kissing along his dick, kneading at his thigh with his other hand as he does so.
And it’s not too hard for Jongin to ease his fingers into Sehun, his body welcoming them because he’s still slightly loose from earlier; earlier thoughts of Jongin. Then Sehun’s gasping with every curl of them inside him, every caress of Jongin’s other hand along his thigh, every increasingly purposeful lick along his cock.
“Please, Jongin,” Sehun begs with one hand fisted in his boyfriend’s hair, the other in the sheets, “I’m so ready,” Jongin’s lips move to graze the sensitive skin where his thigh meets his pelvis, sucking hotly, and Sehun’s grip tightens, hips bucking with a whine, “I’m so ready for you…”
But Jongin doesn’t give into him, not yet, instead continuing to work Sehun open, adding a third finger, drawing even more delicious, more wrecked, more ruined moans from him each time.
“Do you want me?” Jongin asks, voice slightly muffled against the inside of Sehun’s thigh.
“What does it look like?” Sehun whines, drawing his legs up, arching his back high, attempting to fuck himself on Jongin’s fingers, stroking inside of him so well.
“Well, it looks amazing from where I am right now,” Jongin replies through a teasing grin, and he knows Sehun would roll his eyes at that if he wasn’t too turned on to function.
But Sehun wins Jongin over, like he always does, because Jongin always gives Sehun what he wants. It’s how they work.
It’s with a move to interlock their hands and a breathless I love you that Jongin sinks into him, the sensation making his head spin, dropping his head down to mouth hotly along Sehun’s neck. The steady flow of little ‘ah, ah’s from Sehun’s lips is the sweetest sound Jongin has ever heard, accompanied by the rustling of the sheets, the subtle sound of skin against skin as he starts to roll his hips, rocking into Sehun, fucking him slow.
Sehun squeezes his thighs tightly around Jongin’s waist and Jongin’s fingers press deeply into the supple skin, fingernails dragging down them, leaving raw red marks in their wake. Sehun moans loudly and digs the heel of his foot against the small of Jongin’s back, forcing him forwards, closer, deeper into him. Sehun wraps his arms around him, scratching desperately down his back, breath caught in his throat as he begs against Jongin’s ear, fuck me, fuck me harder, Jongin, and then Sehun feels teeth at his throat, biting down hard, sending sparks of painful pleasure through his body. There’s a hand in his hair too, tugging, pulling, claiming. Sehun lets out a lilted whine, body arching upwards with pleasure, want, need for Jongin because he’s so close to feeling so good but Jongin is always drawing it out, taking it slow, making him beg for what he wants.
Sehun gasps with every thrust, still just shy of hitting his prostate (Jongin’s probably doing that on purpose, the fucker), his body thrumming with arousal.
Jongin’s hand trails down, rubs Sehun’s jaw, traces his fingertips along his neck. The gentle touch to the sensitive skin sends shivers through him and Sehun swallows, tilting his head back. He knows what Jongin’s thinking, and fuck, Sehun wants it too.
“Do it,” he urges, eyes staring into Jongin’s - equally as dark, heavy, desiring.
Sehun’s breath catches with a low groan when Jongin’s hand wraps around his throat, squeezing gently, growing tighter, the pace of his thrusts unrelenting as his fingers press against Sehun’s airways.
“Like that?” Jongin asks, voice deep and steady, but when Sehun looks up into his eyes there’s a falter for a second, a flash of soft tenderness in them as he tries not to make it obvious he really cares about the answer. They’ve done this countless times before, and Sehun’s made it very clear, told him in every possible way how much he loves it, how fucking good it feels for him, but Jongin can’t stop himself from caring, always making sure Sehun is okay. And as much as Sehun loves Jongin being dominant like this, those small reminders of how much Jongin cares, loves, cherishes him knocks the breath out of him as much as his hands around his throat do, and Jongin’s eyes regain their piercing darkness again once Sehun gets out a choked whimper and a slight nod of his head, teeth digging into his own lip as his vision starts to blur, clouded with blotches of white.
His whole body is buzzing with pleasure, mind going fuzzy with the lack of oxygen, interlaced with the slight burn of the pain. And it’s so good, every sensation heightening and enveloping him fully and just as his attempts at breaths grow weaker - his eyelids grow heavier, his grip on Jongin wanes - Jongin’s hand loosens, the air rushing back into Sehun’s lungs.
“You okay?” Jongin asks, kissing the slight redness on Sehun’s neck, slowing his pace. Sehun manages a half-moaned ‘yeah’, pleasure-thick vowels slurring into a continuation of ‘I love you’.
Jongin thinks that one of the times Sehun is at his most beautiful is when he’s like this - skin flushed, deep pink along the tops of his cheeks, glowing from the sheen of sweat veiled over him, lips red and eyes hazy and all caused; affected by Jongin. Because Sehun likes this best and therefore so does Jongin; when Jongin’s cock is filling Sehun and Sehun’s breath is in Jongin’s lungs and his heart in Jongin’s hands.
“Jongin.” Sehun’s hands are roaming, searching, dragging across hot skin in need, pleads for more made through the dig of his fingertips into flesh, the soft, staccato exhales against Jongin’s ear.
“Is this what you thought about earlier?” Jongin asks, steady thrusts still drawing the prettiest sounds out of Sehun as he traces a hand down, stroking over Sehun’s abdomen before curling around his cock, strokes slow, heavy.
“Yeah,” Sehun gasps out, bucking into his grip, “so much better when-” he cuts himself off with a sultry moan as Jongin finds just the right place inside him, “-when it’s real.”
And Jongin agrees - fucking Sehun, feeling him tight around him, hearing him gasp from how good it is, knowing that every hot inch of skin beneath him is his, will always take precedence over the times they’re apart. No amount of imagination can ever live up to Sehun in the flesh, dancing on the edge of ecstasy under Jongin’s touch.
Sehun is so close now, now that Jongin has quit playing and started giving him what he really wants: faster, deeper thrusts at just the right angle that make his whole body tremble; an eager hand working over his cock, thumb rubbing over the head that makes Sehun keen; eyes watering, mouth slack.
It’s in a haze that he grabs Jongin’s other wrist, tugs it up to his neck that he’s bared desperately, head thrown back. Sehun barely has to breathe out an ‘again’ before Jongin’s fingers spread across the skin, applying the most beautiful pressure. It’s so tight; the grip around his throat, the pleasure coiled up in his abdomen, his chest as it struggles for air.
It’s with a series of sharp thrusts and Jongin’s ‘come, baby’ that he does just so, thighs locking where they’re hooked around Jongin’s waist, reddened lips moving around words, exclamations that he has no air to voice until Jongin’s grip eases, instead stroking gently as Sehun gasps, fills up his lungs again as the last of his come spills prettily onto his stomach.
“Fuck, Jongin,” he exhales, still-trembling hands burying in his boyfriend’s hair, dragging him into a kiss. “Come for me?” he mumbles into it, squeezing around Jongin’s cock in him and pulling a whimper out of him, and Jongin’s hands move down to Sehun’s waist, holding tight as he comes undone, Sehun’s name lost in the string of hazed words that escape him.
Sehun’s hands quickly go to link with Jongin’s as they breathe together, exhale their love, inhale each other.
Jongin cleans them up and is quick to snuggle (and Sehun would be too, if he hadn’t just had the best fuck of his life), weaving his legs between Sehun’s, nuzzling softly against his shoulder.
“Was that good?” Jongin knows it was; knows from how Sehun moaned his name, held him like he was all he had, fluttered his eyes before he came. But Jongin still wants to make sure; always needs to know he’s making Sehun feel as good as he deserves. That boy, he thinks, deserves Jongin ten times over.
As Sehun curls up closer against him, brushes his lips against his temple with a quiet ‘I love you’, Jongin has all the answers he needs.