Kkangpae (깡패) [2/2]
Luhan has Sehun’s legs over his shoulders as he pounds into his pliant body. Sehun scrambles to grab onto something, anything. His hand ends up gripping the handle on the door behind his head while his other claws down Luhan’s back. The back seat of the mustang is too small for his long limbs, but his hyung has him folded in half, bent over himself as he is fucked into the leather.
“Ah, ah,” he moans, his mouth hanging open and eyes clenched shut.
He tried to muffle his cries with his fist before, but Luhan had pulled his hand away and doubled the speed of his thrusts until Sehun was screaming, his toes curling in pleasure as his head thrashed from side to side.
“You’re such a good fuck,” Luhan breathes out, his hair matted against his sweaty forehead. Sehun’s fists clench and unclench around Luhan’s shirt. They hadn’t bothered to properly undress beforehand; Luhan had pulled off Sehun’s briefs and undone his pants enough to release his cock. Sehun can feel the metal button of Luhan’s pants rubbing painfully into his thigh.
“You’re always so tight, so willing to spread your legs aren’t you?” Luhan grunts the question out between pants, faltering slightly between the snap of his hips. He’s close. “So fucking ready to take cock.”
Sehun chokes out an incoherent moan, words lost upon the thrusts against his prostate.
Luhan leans forward with a smirk, eyes just slightly unfocused with pleasure. His tongue licks the shell of Sehun’s ear slowly and Sehun’s entire body spasms in response. Luhan’s breath is cold against the moisture.
“Does Kai fuck you like this?”
“Ah, no,” Sehun shrieks, his eyes snapping open and his legs twitching as heat twists and curls in his abdomen and the pleasure reaches an uncontrollable point. “I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come!”
“Jongin,” Luhan whispers again, his jackhammer thrusts reaching a point of pain that lost upon Sehun’s ability to grasp. The car creaks as it rocks side to side.
“Stop, stop, stop,” Sehun sobs, his fingers and toes curling.
It takes one brush of Luhan’s fingers against his cock for Sehun to spill all over himself, his ass clenching so tightly around Luhan’s length that the other follows him over the edge. Sehun can barely recognize the feeling of come filling his insides in thick heat he’s so dazed, so far gone.
Sehun pants up at the ceiling, limbs weak and boneless as Luhan pulls out and redresses himself. He closes his eyes when Luhan pecks his mouth once before the older pulls away. The door clicks as Luhan unlocks it, pushing the door open as a rush of fall air flows into the sex stained air within the vehicle.
The car jerks a bit as Luhan steps out.
“He’s so good for us, isn’t he, Kai?”
Sehun’s eyes snap open and he pushes himself to his elbows, staring out the open door to see two figures right outside it. Luhan peeks back into the car with a grin. “See you around, Sehun.”
Sehun sees the other start to walk away, before his vision is blocked as Jongin slides into the back of the car slamming the door closed with great force.
“Jongin,” Sehun gasps, attempting to close his legs, to hide himself. Perhaps to hide what he just did. It’s pointless though.
Jongin’s eyes are harsh.
He grabs Sehun’s ankle and pulls until Sehun is dragged down and lying flat on the upholstery.
“Jong-”
“Shut up,” the other growls, “I’m going to fuck you.”
Sehun mouth drops open, but he doesn’t protest, doesn’t say no or bat Jongin away. He doesn’t help Jongin unbutton and unzip his pants either.
Jongin pulls his cock out from his pants and starts stroking himself roughly, quickly. It only takes a short minute of staring at Sehun’s debauched face for Jongin to get hard, and he doesn’t wait before he spreads Sehun’s legs and slides between his thighs. He holds his dick against Sehun’s puckered entrance and the younger makes a shocked gurgling sound.
“W-Wait,” Sehun gasps, but it’s already too late. Jongin thrusts forward and pushes inside, his forehead knotted in concentration as Sehun throws his head back. The slide burns, and Sehun is still sensitive from his orgasm, but it feels good.
Jongin uses Luhan’s come as lubricant, starting a rough, punishing pace as he fucks their senior’s come further into Sehun’s body. Jongin makes a clicking noise, grabbing Sehun’s chin and forcing him to look up.
“You’ll let him come in you, huh?” And Sehun can see it bright as the sun; Jongin’s fury.
“I-I” Sehun mutters, his wide eyes staring at Jongin, not the ceiling.
“You’re a whore, Oh Sehun.” Jongin says, his voice cracking over the other’s name. A zing of pleasure races through Sehun’s body, his cock once again hard against his belly. “You’ll let anyone fuck you, won’t you?” Jongin continues as the car rocks with the force of his thrusts. “You’d probably sleep with our boss if it meant you could get more pretty toys for yourself.”
“No, I wouldn’t-” Sehun whines, his mouth gaping as pants and gasps and moans leave his mouth.
“But you’ll let Luhan fuck you for a new knife? Are you that simple? That much of a cockslut?”
“He-He’s differen-”
“Shut up!” Jongin suddenly shouts and Sehun’s head flies back when Jongin suddenly starts slamming into his prostate at an uncontrollable pace. Sehun withers on the backseat, his foot kicking at the door as he shouts, moans escaping his mouth filthily.
“Jongin! Jongin-” Sehun cries out, his long torso curling in on himself at the pleasure taking over. Jongin’s thrusts are fluid, poised and altogether too much, and Sehun fucks himself back onto Jongin’s cock because it is also feels so good.
“I, Jongin, I-”
And then Sehun can’t breathe. There’s nothing, no air, just bright lights above him and panting and grunting and Jongin.
Jongin with his fingers tight around Sehun’s throat, keeps the air away until his head is spinning and his mouth is gasping at nothing. Jongin, with tan skin and dark eyes, so perfect and beautiful and just blurring around the edges.
Sehun’s hands go limp where they are wrapped around Jongin’s neck, his toes curling as his head feels foggier, until his entire body feels weighed down as Jongin fucks into him.
And when there is nothing left, and Sehun is moments away from passing out, air suddenly flows into his lungs. With a gasping breath Sehun comes all over himself, without even having been touched.
Jongin doesn’t falter in his movements, keeps pounding into Sehun for all he’s worth. Sehun cries out, his fingers and limbs twitching sporadically as Jongin impossibly goes even faster. A bit of saliva trails down his chin as he withers pathetically.
“No more,” Sehun pleads, pushing at Jongin’s shoulders. “I’ll suck you off instead, just stop.” Jongin slams into him so hard, Sehun’s back arches off the seat as he screams. “Stop, Jongin, it’s too much! I can’t! I can’t!”
He doesn’t stop.
Instead Jongin’s hand reaches down, trailing along his own body until it reaches his waist where his holster for his pistol is still strapped against his hip. His fingertips brush against the handle of his weapon and pause.
Their eyes meet. Jongin’s hand moves from his side and reaches toward Sehun and for a moment he thinks Jongin is about to wrap his fingers around Sehun’s neck again, put Jongin passes Sehun’s throat. Instead he grabs onto the roots of Sehun’s hair and tugs.
A few hairs are pulled from his scalp as Jongin uses his grip to lift Sehun’s torso upright. He gives one last painful thrust into Sehun’s tender hole before he pulls out, cock slipping free with a wanton squelching sound.
“Get up,” Jongin orders, pushing the car door open.
Sehun does not expect to be pulled outside the car and, for a moment, when Jongin pushes him and his bare feet land on the cold ground, he thinks the older is throwing him out. But Jongin follows him, hand grasping onto the back of Sehun’s neck.
The cold wind ruffles Sehun’s come-stained shirt.
He almost misses the crowd gathered at the hit hang-out spot for smokes and rough housing, not fifty feet away. Sehun shies away, but Jongin uses his hold to keep Sehun moving forward until they reach the front of the car and Sehun finds his face pressed against the hood.
They struggle with each other. Sehun throws back his elbow, but Jongin dodges, pushing Sehun’s face harder against the cold metal in retaliation.
“Fuck you Jongin!” Sehun growls, but his voice breaks when he feels Jongin’s dick run up and down the cleft of his ass.
“Everyone knew you were getting fucked in that car anyways,” Jongin whispers, and Sehun knows it must be true with the way the car had rocked from the force of Jongin’s thrusts. “Might as well give our fellow members a show to watch, don’t you think?” Jongin’s cockhead presses against Sehun’s entrance teasingly, and Sehun can feel the way his body clenches around air despite how sore and thoroughly used he feels.
“No, I don’t think so, you sick fuck.” Jongin’s fingers dig into his hip painfully, and then he is sliding home. Sehun makes a whimpering noise that is too loud and he slaps his hand over his mouth as Jongin starts rocking his body against the mustang’s hood.
Sehun can feel eyes on him. He can’t bare to turn his head the other way and look, but he knows people are watching. He shudders as he bites down on the palm of his hand to keep silent, to keep his moans and grunts contained as Jongin lets out a long groan behind him.
He feels Jongin pull back, dragging Sehun’s hips back to keep himself buried balls-deep. Jongin sneaks a hand around and fists Sehun’s cock. Sehun’s hips stutter as Jongin tugs and pulls him in all the ways Sehun loves. All the ways that turn him rock hard in little to no time, because Jongin knows his body inside and out in a way that not even Luhan does.
“No.” The plead sounds pathetic to Sehun’s own ears. His body is still sensitive from his previous orgasms, and yet Jongin’s hand is making him hard again. It’s painful, it hurts, but he still rocks his hips back onto Jongin’s cock, and snaps them forwards into the tight ring Jongin has made with his fingers.
“Will you come again?” Jongin suddenly asks, continuing to stroke Sehun’s cock as his thrusts pick up again. Sehun’s entire body is slick with sweat, and his face rubs limply against metal with each thrust of Jongin’s hips.
Sehun bites his tongue to keep silent.
A sharp slap hits the inside of his thigh and has Sehun reeling. “I asked you a question,” Jongin snaps. “Are you going to come again?”
“No,” he cries, blunt fingernails digging into black paint, clawing at nothing as Jongin continues to abuse his hole.
“Really?” Jongin says, tone unbelieving. “I think you will.”
Sehun can feel the pulsing of Jongin’s dick around his walls and he knows Jongin’s close: he knows by the slight change in pace, knows by how frantically Jongin ruts against his ass.
Sehun sobs. “I can’t, please Jongin-”
There are suddenly lips beside his ear, mirroring Luhan’s actions minutes ago. Jongin’s heated breath has Sehun’s cock twitching. “I know your body better than he does.”
Sehun cries out.
“Do it, Sehunnie.”
Jongin’s angle changes just a bit, his dick grinding against Sehun’s prostate.
“Come for all these people watching.”
He does.
Jongin follows him, teeth attached to Sehun’s shoulder as he rides out his orgasm with a wild groan. Sehun stays silent as he spills just a few specks of come onto the hood of the car. It stands out against the black.
They don’t speak; Sehun doesn’t think he can.
Jongin pulls out slowly, his hands releasing their death grip on Sehun’s hips and move to brace against the car’s hood. Sehun gasps at the emptiness, his heart pounding in his chest. He can feel the older’s breath against his ear before it is suddenly gone.
Sehun hears Jongin fixing his pants and then footsteps as he walks away.
Sehun slides down the hood until he collapses on the concrete, out of breath, out of his mind. He chokes for a moment, gasping around air and he wants to cry out for Jongin to come back, but his mouth won’t. Nothing works.
He whimpers once, resting his forehead against the side of the car.
His breath fans across the metal.
Jongin doesn’t return.
“Sehun, can you hear me?”
“Yes,” he answers simply into his microphone, pulling the hilt of his blade out of a limp body.
“Is anyone else with you?”
“No,” Sehun says, pushing the door open and entering the abandoned corridor.
“Shit,” Chanyeol’s voice is broken with static and Sehun wonders just how bad the connection is.
“Get to the meeting spot, alright. Hurry, but be careful, there are still some Seven Stars out there.” The connection ends with a beep.
Sehun sighs, tightening his grip on his blood stained knife as he goes to a light jog in the direction of the assigned meeting zone. It doesn’t take more than five minutes to make it, would have been less if the power hadn’t been cut sometime during the fray and made the elevator and most of the building’s lights useless.
He hears the voices as he gets closer and sees Chen standing guard at the doorway. He looks winded, but unharmed.
“Hey,” Chen says. Sehun nods in response, entering the room and taking in the sights of the bodies around. Most of them alive.
He recognizes Chanyeol’s tall form in the middle, huddled over someone’s leg. He sees most of his team as well, only a few that look a bit wounded, but nothing serious.
There’s someone missing, however.
“Where’s Kai?”
No one seems to hear him the first time he asks. And he glances around again, growing a bit wild in the way he spins on his heel to take in all the faces in the room.
Not there.
He hurries toward Chanyeol, skidding to a halt on the tiled floor.
“Where’s Jongin?”
Chanyeol snaps his head up and Sehun sees that he is pressing his large hands against Baekhyun’s leg wound. The shorter is biting back a round of curses as he glares up at the ceiling.
Chanyeol takes a moment before he answers, looking a bit winded. None of them had expected this fight to be easy, but there is nothing than can be truly prepared for when two mobs clash. “He’s either out of range of the headpiece or didn’t answer. We can’t reach him.”
Sehun blood runs cold.
And suddenly he’s remembering this last week. How he avoided Jongin like the plague after they fucked in that car and how Jongin didn’t even try to reach out. He sees himself latching onto Luhan’s side, while Jongin goes off on his own. He hears Kris announcing their plans on taking back the territory Seven Stars invaded after they discovered information that the mob had been involved with the warehouse incident and sees himself choosing not to go with Jongin, but instead walks away without a word and without a glance.
It burns just beneath and skin and Sehun starts itching at his hand, turning the pale skin red. Jongin would snap at him to stop, would reach out and pull his hand away, but he’s not. Because he isn’t here.
Because no one knows where he is.
“I’m going to find him,” Sehun announces, mostly to himself, but Chanyeol must have heard him.
“Sehun, stay here!”
He doesn’t listen, turning the way he came and grabbing the pistol Kyungsoo was reloading on his way toward the door. He ignores the cry of ‘hey’ and walks, his steps precarious, like he might suddenly tip over.
But he doesn’t, he keeps on.
Jongin isn’t afraid of a gun pointed in his face.
He’s been in this business long enough that pistols, revolvers, shotguns even-have become an extension of him. He’s trained with them. He keeps his favorite revolver underneath his pillow while he sleeps. Danger follows this life style. He knows that.
Jongin isn’t afraid of guns.
He’s not afraid of the man holding the weapon either. He’s looks frazzled, scared. There is blood seeping from his stomach, where he clutches at with his free hand.
“Back up! Back up!” The man shouts, his voice shrill and terrified. Jongin stands his ground. “Back the fuck up!”
“No,” he answers calmly. “I won’t.”
It’s unexpected to the other man for certain, the gun starts to tremble in his hand. “Back away or I’ll shoot. I’ll put a bullet right through your skull.”
Jongin smiles. “You want to live don’t you?”
The man stumbles back a bit, confusion marring his features. He manages to hold his ground otherwise.
“A bunch of Exo’s men are still all over this building. Do you really think you can make it out of here alive? With that wound?” Jongin keeps his voice calm, steady. He’s not afraid so he will damn sure make known to the Seven Stars lackey that he isn’t. “Put the gun down,” he orders softly.
“You’ll shoot me,” says the man, his expression one of distrust.
“I won’t,” Jongin says, his voice velvety smooth. He raises his hands in the air, showing his enemy that they aren’t anywhere near his gun.
“I don’t trust you.”
“Don’t you want to live?” Jongin asks.
“I can shoot you and get out of here alive.” His voice is unsteady. The entire man’s being seems to be cracking at the seams, whether it be in terror or the simplistic desire to survive.
“Do you really believe that?”
The man seems to already know the answer.
He slowly lowers his gun down, eyes fixated on Jongin’s face, waiting for a sign of betrayal.
Jongin doesn’t move, barely breathes until he sees the gun held limply at his enemy’s side.
Jongin is fast, too fast for a man who can’t keep his gun steady. He’ll kill him before the other man can lift his gun. It’ll be over in a flash. It’ll be easy.
It’s supposed to be easy.
But then Jongin sees Sehun turn the corner down the hallway.
Sehun looks wild, terrified, but unharmed. His expression clears when he sees Jongin though. All the worry and panic disappears and is replaced with relief. Relief. Jongin feels his chest clench. He can’t look away and Sehun doesn’t either.
Jongin gives him away. It must have been something he did. The widening of his eyes or twitch of his lips or maybe the man just noticed the way he was staring over his shoulder. He doesn’t know. Sehun is stealthy, silent. Their enemy couldn’t have heard him.
But he spins around, his hands scrambling forward to hold his gun upright.
Sehun has one of his blades in his hand.
Jongin reaches for his own gun, but with all his training, all the speed he is known for, he’s too slow. Sehun’s entrance distracted him.
He hears the telltale wiz sound as a dagger passes through the air just before a trigger is pulled and the gunshot echoes through the halls.
“Sehun!”
Sehun wakes up groggy, and disoriented. There is constant beeping sound, annoying him in his foggy state of mind. The room is all white, too bright and smells sterile, like it had been cleaned with bleach repeatedly every day for the past year.
It doesn’t take long to realize he’s in a hospital.
There is a slim tube full of oxygen connected to his nose and Sehun is glad that he at least didn’t wake up with a tube down his throat. He’s blinks, taking in his surrounding-or lack thereof-a window, a door, an empty chair by the side of his bed. There are no fresh flowers or presents, but Sehun wouldn’t have expected that much anyways.
There is an IV drip connected to his left arm and he sighs a bit, while trying to sit up on the bed. A spike of pain flashes in his abdomen and Sehun falls back to his original position after realizing his mistake.
He’s about to reach over and press the assistance button-find out which hospital he’s at, who checked him in, what the full extent of his injuries are-but the door to his room suddenly opens. Jongin walks in carrying a coffee of some sort, his face twisted into a rather displeased expression as he takes a sip.
“Oh,” Jongin says when he looks up.
Sehun cracks a bit of a smile, which Jongin does not return. Instead he walks over to the vacant chair at Sehun’s bedside and sets his coffee on a tray.
“You’re an idiot,” Jongin says, perching his feet up on Sehun’s bed.
Sehun ignores Jongin’s comment. “Which hospital are we in?”
“In Kondae. Lay’s family makes large donations to this hospital every year. They’ll keep our injuries secret, you know how most hospitals react to bullet wounds.”
Sehun feels his heart pound at the word ‘our.’ “Were you injured?”
“Not me, no,” Jongin says, his lips turning into a frown. “Some others were. No one that matters though.” Sehun nods, relieved.
“And that man in the hall?”
“Your knife hit him in the chest. It didn’t kill him right away though,” Jongin pauses, giving Sehun a long look. “I blew his brains out,” Jongin says simply. If Sehun hadn’t been raised in this environment, wasn’t used to death and coldness, he would have shivered at look in Jongin’s eyes.
“I got shot in the stomach, right?”
“In that area, yes. The bullet missed all your vital organs, but didn’t pass through.” Jongin sighs a bit, running his hand through his hair. “When you passed out...”
Sehun can imagine what it had looked like when he had collapsed to the ground.
“How long-”
“Just a little more than ten hours. They had to remove the bullet and do stitching so they wanted to make sure you were completely out with anesthesia. It’s no good to wake up in the middle of a surgery.”
Jongin sits back in the chair, as if waiting for the barrage of questions to continue. But Sehun has no more. They watch each other for a moment instead.
Jongin breaks the silence with a repeat of his first words. “You’re an idiot.”
Sehun sighs, turning his head to stare at the ceiling. “Yeah,” he whispers.
The bed dips a bit as Jongin gets on it, crawling until he is hovering over Sehun’s form. “You’re an idiot,” Jongin says louder this time. “And you're a distraction.” Sehun reaches up to wrap his arms around Jongin’s neck at the same time the other leans down, capturing his lips in a kiss.
Jongin doesn’t take it slow, his lips are passionate, a bit rough against Sehun’s own, but the rest of him is gentle. He cups the back of Sehun’s neck with his hand and cradles Sehun to him even as he bites and tugs on Sehun’s bottom lip.
It’s a long while before Jongin pulls away, a little string of spit connecting their mouths together. Jongin gently wipes the corner of Sehun’s mouth as the two of them pant and catch their breaths.
“I’m surprised you don’t taste like you’ve been chain smoking for the last year,” Sehun chuckles, wincing a bit when his abdomen clenches in pain. Jongin had a habit of smoking nonstop when he was stressed or worried.
“I quit,” Jongin whispers, leaning back down to capture Sehun’s lips in another feverish kiss. “It’s been hell,” he adds when he pauses for air.
A light chill runs down Sehun’s spine, his finger clenching on Jongin’s shirt tightly as he licks his way into his mouth. Sehun grumpily pouts when Jongin pulls away, but doesn’t complain when the tanned man sits up and pulls the blanket down, revealing the hospital gown.
Sehun’s half hard beneath the cheap fabric. Jongin slides down the bed, being careful about Sehun’s wound until his mouth is level with the other’s hips. He pushes the gown up gently until he sees Sehun’s straining cock, light red and growing harder with Jongin’s gaze.
“Jongin,” Sehun whispers.
“Let me,” Jongin starts, glancing up through long lashes. Sehun swallows thickly, throwing his head back when thick lips encase his length in a searing warm mouth. His hands scramble at the itchy sheets, and Sehun lets out a long groan in pleasure, one of his hands resting on Jongin’s shoulder as the other runs his tongue over Sehun’s slit.
“Mr. Oh Sehun? Are you awa-Ah!” A nurse walks through the doors, a file in hand and catches the sight of Jongin eagerly sucking Sehun’s cock.
Jongin pulls back at her voice though, sitting up and looking at the woman. He licks his lips. Sehun blushes.
“I’m sorry!” she cries, covering her face with the folder and turns and runs out the room.
Sehun turns to look back down at Jongin who has a light smile on his lips.
Sehun’s laugh chokes off when Jongin takes his cock back in his mouth.
“It’s good that Seven Stars is out of our territory now,” Kyungsoo says as they walk out of the meeting. Sehun trails silently beside Jongin, fully healed and discharged from the hospital a week ago. His hands are stuffed in his pockets and he-unsurprisingly-looks bored.
“Hopefully, they run back to Busan for a while,” Jongin adds, keeps his own hands firmly at his side so he doesn’t touch Sehun unnecessarily.
“You know they are going to be pissed though,” Lay says and all three turn their eyes on him. Lay, much like Sehun, isn’t known for being the most talkative person. He’s smiling a bit, as if pleased with their rivals certain anger.
“Yeah, and when they decide to come back, we’ll be ready for them,” Jongin whispers in a low voice. Sehun nods beside him, looking just as happy at the prospect of showing Korea’s previous most prominent mob their place.
Kyungsoo suddenly comes to a halt in front of them, and Jongin stops to avoid running into the shorter’s back.
Luhan is standing in front of them.
“Hyung,” Sehun says. Luhan smiles and steps forward, but Jongin wraps his arm around Sehun’s shoulder before he can get any closer.
Luhan stops mid step, his smile vanishing for a brief moment before it returns. Sehun has his eyes fixed on Jongin, and they are surprisingly emotional for someone usually so stoic.
Kyungsoo and Lay take the opportunity to exit, whispering hurried goodbyes, leaving the three behind in a tension filled silence. Luhan’s eyes are fixated on Jongin’s arm possessively wrapped around Sehun’s shoulders.
“Are you sure you can keep him satisfied all by yourself?” Luhan asks, his voice friendly, but Jongin can sense the edge of mocking underneath it. Sehun flushes a bit, and Jongin holds Luhan’s gaze, not backing down in the slightest.
“Better than you could,” he says without a moment’s pause.
Luhan blinks and his lip twitches a bit. “He’ll get bored eventually.”
“I doubt it,” Jongin replies, keeping calm.
The tension rises between them, and Sehun fidgets by his side, his eyes flickering between Luhan and Jongin.
“Well then, I wish you both the best of luck,” Luhan announces, acting like he hadn’t just insulted Jongin and they were actually the best of friends. “You look nice together,” Luhan adds, stepping forward. Jongin pulls Sehun a bit closer, in warning, but Luhan keeps coming forward.
Jongin wants to shove him away, keep him as far away from Sehun as he can, but he knows he can’t. Luhan is his superior, and to attack him in any way would be a deadly mistake. In many ways, Luhan was just as dangerous as Tao.
Luhan stops right in front of them, just a breath away.
And Jongin decides if he comes any closer, screw consequences, he’ll put a bullet through Luhan’s head.
“You know how to reach me,” Luhan says, catching Sehun’s eye.
“I-” Sehun starts, finally speaking up after all this time. “I won’t need to.”
Luhan seems a bit put back, and Jongin smirks, squeezing Sehun’s shoulder gently.
“We’ll see,” Luhan says with a smile, looking undeterred in the slightest.
Jongin watches as Luhan turns away, raising his hand in farewell. “See you two around.”
The two of them stay silent for a long while. Jongin squeezes Sehun’s shoulder again and for a moment Sehun leans to the side, as if he is leaning into Jongin’s touch. Jongin drops his arm before they get too close.
“Jongin?” Sehun asks, his tongue sliding across his dry lips nervously.
Jongin reaches for his wrist, tugging onto it firmly.
“You’re coming home with me,” he announces, already pulling Sehun forward, intent on returning to his apartment right now.
“Alright,” Sehun says, his eyes not straying from Jongin’s form.
Jongin squeezes Sehun once, before releasing Sehun’s wrist so that his fingers can trail down.
Down until they reach Sehun’s boney fingers and thread between them.
When they make it to Jongin’s apartment, Sehun insists that he needs to shower. It doesn’t make much sense to Jongin. They both know what’s going to happen tonight and getting clean prior almost defeats the purpose in the end.
But he lets Sehun do as he pleases, and sits on the bed shirtless with a can of beer in hand while he mindlessly flips through channels on the television. He finds himself bored fast, putting the beer on the bedside table and lying down on the bed as he listens to the shower running.
He stretches his arms out, hands sliding underneath his pillow and fingers brushing against metal. He pulls his prized treasure out, staring at the revolver in his hand. He flips the cylinder out, seeing five bullets in their respective chambers and snaps it back into place, watching as the cylinder spins. Jongin sighs, about to put the weapon back in its hiding spot, when he pauses and lifts it back overhead.
When Jongin had walked in on Luhan and Sehun fucking in the car, when he had been filled with anger, anger embedded deep under his skin He had wanted to pull his pistol out, wanted to hold it against Sehun’s skull. He hadn’t wanted to kill him, not really. Even the boiling rage and jealousy inside him hadn’t been enough to want that.
But the raw feeling was still there and the memory of it left Jongin’s fingers tingling.
Luhan was a pain in his side. The way he seems to think that Sehun would end up running back to him. It pisses him off, infuriates him. The words burn at his insides and claw at his chest.
They make him worry.
Jongin snaps the cylinder open again.
Sehun comes out of the bathroom a few minutes later, white towel wrapped around his waist and hand in his damp hair as he shakes the excess water from it. He doesn’t look up at Jongin right away, but when he does he freezes.
Jongin knows what his eyes are fixated on. The revolver feels light in his hands where Jongin has it pointed to the floor. He rolls his shoulders back a bit and smiles. “Hey,” he says casually, acting as if
he doesn’t have a gun in his hands.
“Hey,” Sehun says back, moving forward again until he stands right in front of Jongin. He doesn’t pause before he swoops down for a kiss. Jongin kisses back eagerly, but let’s Sehun set the pace. The younger tilts his head to the side to deepen the kiss, tongue sliding into Jongin’s mouth.
When Sehun pulls back, he lets the towel drop to the floor, pooling around his feet as he stands unashamed of his body.
Jongin reaches up and brushes his hand against Sehun’s.
Sehun smiles stepping around Jongin and sitting down on the bed, leaning against the headboard. Jongin looks over his shoulder at the way Sehun’s eyes beckon him over and, after a moment, he does.
Arms wrap around his shoulder when Jongin gets close enough and he sets his revolver down at their sides so he can hold onto Sehun’s hips, thumbs stroking the skin as he leans up and presses his lips against the corner of his mouth.
“You’re being so gentle,” Sehun whispers. His own fingers gently thread in Jongin’s hair. “Are you going to fuck me like this?”
“No,” Jongin says, voice firm. His grip on Sehun’s sides tighten just a bit.
“Then why don’t we skip all this cute ass shit and get to the good stuff?” Sehun tilts his head to the side with a wide grin. One that Jongin can’t resist returning with one of his own.
The open invitation has Jongin retrieving his gun and holding the barrel pointed at Sehun’s face.
“Suck,” he commands.
Sehun hesitates for a short moment, eyes focuses on the muzzle right in front of him before his eyes flick up and meet Jongin’s. His mouth opens tentatively and Jongin doesn’t rush, doesn’t force the barrel down Sehun’s throat. He waits and watches as Sehun’s thin lips slowly close over the head of the muzzle and his cheeks hallow, little sucking noises escaping from the corners of his mouth.
Jongin groans, his body growing hot, so fucking warm at the sight.
His dick twitches in his boxers when Sehun slides more of the nozzle into his mouth, eyes softly closing as he sucks Jongin’s gun like it was his cock. Jongin slowly rocks the gun shallowly into Sehun’s mouth, and the latter takes it like he always does, pliant and willing. Sehun’s moan muffled by the metal in his mouth seems to echo around Jongin’s apartment.
A thin bit of saliva spills over the rim of Sehun’s lips, pooling down his chin in thin driblets. Jongin feels it in his hand when the muzzle touches the back of Sehun’s throat. Sees the slight twitch of Sehun’s nose as he fights his gag reflexes and swallows, adam apple bobbing.
Sehun pulls back, mouth fitted just over the muzzle as he tries to capture his breath.
Jongin brings his other hand forward, keeping his revolver in a tight grip.
He cocks the gun, the sound loud in the room and Sehun’s eyelashes flutter briefly before he takes the barrel back into his mouth.
Jongin’s finger curls against the trigger.
He fires.
No sound, no bullet. Sehun makes a little gasping noise before he takes the length of the revolver down his throat, but Jongin pulls his weapon back, flinging some spit off it when he removes it from Sehun’s mouth.
At the loss, Sehun is immediately on his knees, lips sealing against Jongin’s as he breaks into the other’s mouth with a heated groan. Jongin catches a faint metallic taste on his tongue.
“Lube,” Jongin whispers and Sehun ignores him for a moment, nipping at Jongin’s plump bottom lip and licking across the seal of his mouth. “Lube,” Jongin repeats, giving Sehun’s ass a light tap with the side of his gun.
Sehun pulls back, sliding off the bed and reaching for the bedside table. He pulls a drawer open and pulls out the bottle of lube, ignoring the roll of condoms next to it. Jongin uses this time to rid himself of his pants. Sehun picks up Jongin’s forgotten beer and takes a swig from it, downing the rest of the drink before he hops on the bed and throws the lube at Jongin’s head.
He catches it mid-air with a slight scowl.
“Hurry up,” Sehun urges, spreading his legs.
“Patience.” Jongin settles between him, taking his time to admire Sehun’s tone body as he pops the bottle open and pours some of the cool liquid onto his fingers. Sehun makes a small sound at the cool touch, but makes no complaint when Jongin thrusts his finger into him.
They haven’t done this in a while. Jongin has been careful with Sehun recently, not wanting to aggravate his injury until he was completely healed. Sehun had been prissy and fussed a whole lot about Jongin’s silent decision, but Jongin kept him sated with frequent hand and blowjobs.
Now though, with Sehun’s wound healed. He wouldn’t hold back.
Jongin slides a second finger in, curling them inside to have Sehun arching his back before he scissors them, stretching Sehun open.
“Oh, that’s good,” Sehun whispers, hands clutching at Jongin’s shoulders.
“Did you miss this?” Jongin asks, leaning forward and sucking on the little mole on Sehun’s neck.
“Yes,” Sehun breathes, tone reverent.
Jongin gives a slight nip at Sehun’s collarbone and removes his two fingers only to thrust three in. He feels the slight jerk of Sehun’s body before he hears the sigh. He continues curling and clenching his fingers, working Sehun open for his cock when Sehun gives a long shudder and his hands move to grasp at the sheet, fingertips brushing against Jongin’s gun forgotten on the sheets.
Jongin’s dick is hot and heavy and between his legs and it twitches when he reaches over and picks up the weapon at the same time he pulls his fingers out of Sehun’s ass. Sehun lets out a whine, head lifting off the mattress to watch Jongin with lidded eyes, mouth parting with each breath he takes.
Jongin doesn’t think, so much as do. He swipes his lube coated fingers across the barrel’s length, before lowering it down, down until he presses it against Sehun’s ankle, black muzzle against white skin. He pulls up, letting the gun drag up Sehun’s legs until it presses against Sehun’s thigh, pressing down on the skin.
Sehun’s mouth parts, and Jongin can tell that he knows what Jongin wants to do. Sehun pulls his legs up, until his knees are high in the air and feet planted on the ground. “Hurry,” he says in a small whisper, cheeks a dusty color of pink.
The revolver travels up the rest of the way until it slides between Sehun’s legs, pressed against Sehun’s entrance. Jongin bites his lip and forces the barrel forward.
Sehun’s head falls back against the mattress, low moan vibrating in the air.
Nothing could have looked better. Sehun with flushed cheeks and bruised lips, open and on display before Jongin with the barrels tip swallowed up by his greedy hole. He can’t resist pushing more in. In and out, in and out, a push and pull effect that makes him want to record this and rewatch it endlessly.
“How is it? How does it feel getting fucked with my gun?”
Sehun moans, turning his head to the side. “Weird,” Sehun whispers and Jongin uses his hold on the grip to rotate his revolver in a circle. He can see the way Sehun’s abdomen clenches. “Good weird.”
Sehun reaches over, pressing his hand against Jongin’s chest tattoo as he looks forward again. “But I want your cock.”
Jongin’s breath hitches.
“Fuck me,” Sehun urges, spreading his legs just a few more centimeters and the movement makes his hole take the barrel of the gun all the way to the hilt. “Fuck me with your big cock, Jongin.”
Jongin pulls back the revolver into onto the very tip remains inside and slams the length all the way inside, watching as Sehun convulses around his weapon, before yanking it out with a roughness that has Sehun wailing. He interrupts the sound by smashing his lips against the other’s.
They lay chest to chest, Jongin rolling his hips against Sehun’s, cocks rubbing against each other, parted only by the thin fabric of Jongin’s boxers. Jongin’s feels Sehun’s hands on his ass, trying to urge his hips to go faster at the same time they attempt to drag the only clothing on Jongin’s body down over the curve of his ass. It works well enough, because soon their bare cocks rub against each other raw, the slight burn washed out by the pleasure that has both panting into each other’s mouths.
Sehun is the one that urges Jongin onward, legs encasing his waist and ankles hooking over one another. His hands scramble for the discarded lube and Jongin lets him pour some on his hands and then reach down, gripping their cocks in his hand and making sure Jongin gets properly coated in the cool gel.
“No more of this,” Sehun gasps, fingertips brushing over the head of his own cock. “Put your cock in me now!”
Perhaps he would have teased Sehun, outright ignored his demands, but he felt a searing need that probably rivaled Sehun’s. He angles his hips down until his dick is sliding into Sehun’s hole, slide made easy by the preparation prior. Jongin lets his chin drop against his chest, the tight clenching around his cock feeling amazing.
Sehun starts to rock back on Jongin, not waiting to pause or adjust, just wanting Jongin fucking him now. Jongin takes the hint well enough, snapping his hips forward until he’s buried to the hilt and grinding against Sehun’s ass.
It’s only after Sehun starts shouting demands of “harder,” “faster,” “more” that Jongin presses their lips together, canting into Sehun with a rough pace that has both of them on cloud nine. He doesn’t even really think when he picks the gun up and presses it against the side of Sehun’s skull.
Jongin doesn’t even think Sehun notices, too focused on clinging to Jongin’s body and forcing his tongue down the older’s throat. Or maybe he does, because Sehun tugs at Jongin’s hair harshly and bites Jongin’s bottom lip when he pulls the trigger.
When Jongin pulls back, Sehun tries to drag him back down for more kisses, but Jongin remains persistent, pulling away from Sehun’s grasp. He slides out of his body with a wet noise that has Sehun’s cheeks turning a slightly darker red.
“No Jongin,” Sehun growls, trying to use his leg strength to pull Jongin back into him. “Don’t do this to me, don’t you dare-oh!”
Jongin works fast, crawling over Sehun until he’s situated over his lap. He grabs onto Sehun’s dick beneath him, holding it up. Sehun seems to realize what’s going on just then, mouth dropping open in a silent ‘o’ as Jongin drops down on his cock.
It hurts.
A lot.
Jongin hadn’t stretched himself before, hadn’t even thought about doing it. He can’t bring himself to care. Sehun’s always been blessed with size and the feeling of his cock pulsing against Jongin’s walls has him forgetting the burn or the pain and instead relishing the look on Sehun’s face.
“Don’t do what to you?” Jongin says, smirking.
Sehun grips Jongin’s hips and thrusts upwards, smirking wiping off Jongin’s full lips as he throws his head back and shouts.
“Shut up.” Sehun smirks instead, fucking up into Jongin’s tight hole.
Jongin scrambles to find a hold of something, his free hand clutching at Sehun’s forearm so tightly his blunt fingernails dig into the skin and draw blood and he tightens his hold on his revolver, never having set it down from when he had placed it against Sehun’s head.
Eventually Jongin gets used to the dull burn enough to begin bouncing on Sehun’s cock, letting gravity do most of the work as he keens and groans at the fullness inside him.
He almost doesn’t notice Sehun grabbing a hold of his hand still clinging on to the revolver. Sehun guides it back until the barrel presses against the underside of Jongin’s chin. Jongin’s heart pounds in his chest and when Sehun means to pull his hand away, Jongin holds him there, guiding his forefinger to wrap around the trigger.
Sehun stares up at him with lust-blown eyes.
Jongin smiles.
Another silent fire blankets the space between them, and Jongin lets the gun drop onto the bed as he fucks himself so vigorously that he knows he’s bleeding. Those thoughts are only confirmed when he feels Sehun’s finger trace around the area they are connected, sliding inside Jongin’s heat alongside his cock before pulling away.
Red covers the long length of his finger.
Jongin can see it in his eyes, the way that the sight of Jongin’s blood rips through Sehun’s body. Sehun moans loudly, licking his lips. Suddenly two hands are back on his hips, and Sehun’s fucking up every time Jongin drops down and Jongin can’t stand it anymore, hand reaching for his neglected cock and jerking off in a rough and fast pace. He knows both their ends are approaching.
Sehun’s hand lands on top of Jongin’s, guiding the pace as they stare at each other, loud slaps of Sehun’s balls hitting Jongin’s ass filling the room until it's replaced with two deep groans.
Jongin comes first. Sehun’s fingers tightening around his hand, forcing his orgasm out, cum spilling onto their hands and Sehun’s stomach. The way Jongin’s body clenches around Sehun’s cock has the other following right after, hips snapping into the air as he empties his load into Jongin’s willing body.
Jongin collapses against Sehun’s chest, panting and gasping for air. Sehun makes a small squeak of protest, and suddenly Jongin remembers Sehun’s newly healed injury and lifts off, slipping Sehun’s cock out of him with his movements.
Sehun groans, looking incredibly needy with his arms open as if he wants Jongin back in them.
Jongin laughs, his body feeling heavy. He shifts with the intention of laying by Sehun’s side, thus not risking the other any discomfort when he notices his soiled weapon forgotten against maroon sheets. He finds that he can’t look away, instead his head circulating over and over again the question “what are the chances?”
“Do it,” Sehun says slowly. And Jongin sees that Sehun has been watching him stare at his treasured prize. Jongin pauses for a moment.
“Do it,” Sehun repeats.
He reaches for his gun and at Sehun’s nods, pressing the cold muzzle against Sehun’s forehead.
Sehun licks his lips, not blinking. Just watching. Jongin watches back.
“Fire,” Sehun whispers.
Jongin does.
There is something about the look in Sehun’s eyes, it calms Jongin. Reassures him. They is a look of such absolute trust that it twists Jongin’s gut around in little pleasant circles.
Sehun isn’t leaving.
They lay side by side on the bed, covers pulled up to cover their lower halves. Sehun is curled against Sehun’s chest and Jongin thinks he fell asleep some time ago. Jongin himself finds that sleep is still eluding him, so instead he plays with his revolver, snapping it out and then back into place repeatedly.
Maybe this is some sign that they are supposed to work.
“What are you looking at?” Sehun asks, stretching his arm out across Jongin’s naked chest.
Jongin turns his head and sees Sehun sleepily blinking at him. He reaches over, brushing Sehun’s bangs back as he brings the revolver into Sehun’s view, the cylinder open to look into.
All but one chamber is empty. A single bullet loaded in the weapon.
“You crazy bastar-”
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“Ah, ah,” he moans, his mouth hanging open and eyes clenched shut.
He tried to muffle his cries with his fist before, but Luhan had pulled his hand away and doubled the speed of his thrusts until Sehun was screaming, his toes curling in pleasure as his head thrashed from side to side.
“You’re such a good fuck,” Luhan breathes out, his hair matted against his sweaty forehead. Sehun’s fists clench and unclench around Luhan’s shirt. They hadn’t bothered to properly undress beforehand; Luhan had pulled off Sehun’s briefs and undone his pants enough to release his cock. Sehun can feel the metal button of Luhan’s pants rubbing painfully into his thigh.
“You’re always so tight, so willing to spread your legs aren’t you?” Luhan grunts the question out between pants, faltering slightly between the snap of his hips. He’s close. “So fucking ready to take cock.”
Sehun chokes out an incoherent moan, words lost upon the thrusts against his prostate.
Luhan leans forward with a smirk, eyes just slightly unfocused with pleasure. His tongue licks the shell of Sehun’s ear slowly and Sehun’s entire body spasms in response. Luhan’s breath is cold against the moisture.
“Does Kai fuck you like this?”
“Ah, no,” Sehun shrieks, his eyes snapping open and his legs twitching as heat twists and curls in his abdomen and the pleasure reaches an uncontrollable point. “I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come!”
“Jongin,” Luhan whispers again, his jackhammer thrusts reaching a point of pain that lost upon Sehun’s ability to grasp. The car creaks as it rocks side to side.
“Stop, stop, stop,” Sehun sobs, his fingers and toes curling.
It takes one brush of Luhan’s fingers against his cock for Sehun to spill all over himself, his ass clenching so tightly around Luhan’s length that the other follows him over the edge. Sehun can barely recognize the feeling of come filling his insides in thick heat he’s so dazed, so far gone.
Sehun pants up at the ceiling, limbs weak and boneless as Luhan pulls out and redresses himself. He closes his eyes when Luhan pecks his mouth once before the older pulls away. The door clicks as Luhan unlocks it, pushing the door open as a rush of fall air flows into the sex stained air within the vehicle.
The car jerks a bit as Luhan steps out.
“He’s so good for us, isn’t he, Kai?”
Sehun’s eyes snap open and he pushes himself to his elbows, staring out the open door to see two figures right outside it. Luhan peeks back into the car with a grin. “See you around, Sehun.”
Sehun sees the other start to walk away, before his vision is blocked as Jongin slides into the back of the car slamming the door closed with great force.
“Jongin,” Sehun gasps, attempting to close his legs, to hide himself. Perhaps to hide what he just did. It’s pointless though.
Jongin’s eyes are harsh.
He grabs Sehun’s ankle and pulls until Sehun is dragged down and lying flat on the upholstery.
“Jong-”
“Shut up,” the other growls, “I’m going to fuck you.”
Sehun mouth drops open, but he doesn’t protest, doesn’t say no or bat Jongin away. He doesn’t help Jongin unbutton and unzip his pants either.
Jongin pulls his cock out from his pants and starts stroking himself roughly, quickly. It only takes a short minute of staring at Sehun’s debauched face for Jongin to get hard, and he doesn’t wait before he spreads Sehun’s legs and slides between his thighs. He holds his dick against Sehun’s puckered entrance and the younger makes a shocked gurgling sound.
“W-Wait,” Sehun gasps, but it’s already too late. Jongin thrusts forward and pushes inside, his forehead knotted in concentration as Sehun throws his head back. The slide burns, and Sehun is still sensitive from his orgasm, but it feels good.
Jongin uses Luhan’s come as lubricant, starting a rough, punishing pace as he fucks their senior’s come further into Sehun’s body. Jongin makes a clicking noise, grabbing Sehun’s chin and forcing him to look up.
“You’ll let him come in you, huh?” And Sehun can see it bright as the sun; Jongin’s fury.
“I-I” Sehun mutters, his wide eyes staring at Jongin, not the ceiling.
“You’re a whore, Oh Sehun.” Jongin says, his voice cracking over the other’s name. A zing of pleasure races through Sehun’s body, his cock once again hard against his belly. “You’ll let anyone fuck you, won’t you?” Jongin continues as the car rocks with the force of his thrusts. “You’d probably sleep with our boss if it meant you could get more pretty toys for yourself.”
“No, I wouldn’t-” Sehun whines, his mouth gaping as pants and gasps and moans leave his mouth.
“But you’ll let Luhan fuck you for a new knife? Are you that simple? That much of a cockslut?”
“He-He’s differen-”
“Shut up!” Jongin suddenly shouts and Sehun’s head flies back when Jongin suddenly starts slamming into his prostate at an uncontrollable pace. Sehun withers on the backseat, his foot kicking at the door as he shouts, moans escaping his mouth filthily.
“Jongin! Jongin-” Sehun cries out, his long torso curling in on himself at the pleasure taking over. Jongin’s thrusts are fluid, poised and altogether too much, and Sehun fucks himself back onto Jongin’s cock because it is also feels so good.
“I, Jongin, I-”
And then Sehun can’t breathe. There’s nothing, no air, just bright lights above him and panting and grunting and Jongin.
Jongin with his fingers tight around Sehun’s throat, keeps the air away until his head is spinning and his mouth is gasping at nothing. Jongin, with tan skin and dark eyes, so perfect and beautiful and just blurring around the edges.
Sehun’s hands go limp where they are wrapped around Jongin’s neck, his toes curling as his head feels foggier, until his entire body feels weighed down as Jongin fucks into him.
And when there is nothing left, and Sehun is moments away from passing out, air suddenly flows into his lungs. With a gasping breath Sehun comes all over himself, without even having been touched.
Jongin doesn’t falter in his movements, keeps pounding into Sehun for all he’s worth. Sehun cries out, his fingers and limbs twitching sporadically as Jongin impossibly goes even faster. A bit of saliva trails down his chin as he withers pathetically.
“No more,” Sehun pleads, pushing at Jongin’s shoulders. “I’ll suck you off instead, just stop.” Jongin slams into him so hard, Sehun’s back arches off the seat as he screams. “Stop, Jongin, it’s too much! I can’t! I can’t!”
He doesn’t stop.
Instead Jongin’s hand reaches down, trailing along his own body until it reaches his waist where his holster for his pistol is still strapped against his hip. His fingertips brush against the handle of his weapon and pause.
Their eyes meet. Jongin’s hand moves from his side and reaches toward Sehun and for a moment he thinks Jongin is about to wrap his fingers around Sehun’s neck again, put Jongin passes Sehun’s throat. Instead he grabs onto the roots of Sehun’s hair and tugs.
A few hairs are pulled from his scalp as Jongin uses his grip to lift Sehun’s torso upright. He gives one last painful thrust into Sehun’s tender hole before he pulls out, cock slipping free with a wanton squelching sound.
“Get up,” Jongin orders, pushing the car door open.
Sehun does not expect to be pulled outside the car and, for a moment, when Jongin pushes him and his bare feet land on the cold ground, he thinks the older is throwing him out. But Jongin follows him, hand grasping onto the back of Sehun’s neck.
The cold wind ruffles Sehun’s come-stained shirt.
He almost misses the crowd gathered at the hit hang-out spot for smokes and rough housing, not fifty feet away. Sehun shies away, but Jongin uses his hold to keep Sehun moving forward until they reach the front of the car and Sehun finds his face pressed against the hood.
They struggle with each other. Sehun throws back his elbow, but Jongin dodges, pushing Sehun’s face harder against the cold metal in retaliation.
“Fuck you Jongin!” Sehun growls, but his voice breaks when he feels Jongin’s dick run up and down the cleft of his ass.
“Everyone knew you were getting fucked in that car anyways,” Jongin whispers, and Sehun knows it must be true with the way the car had rocked from the force of Jongin’s thrusts. “Might as well give our fellow members a show to watch, don’t you think?” Jongin’s cockhead presses against Sehun’s entrance teasingly, and Sehun can feel the way his body clenches around air despite how sore and thoroughly used he feels.
“No, I don’t think so, you sick fuck.” Jongin’s fingers dig into his hip painfully, and then he is sliding home. Sehun makes a whimpering noise that is too loud and he slaps his hand over his mouth as Jongin starts rocking his body against the mustang’s hood.
Sehun can feel eyes on him. He can’t bare to turn his head the other way and look, but he knows people are watching. He shudders as he bites down on the palm of his hand to keep silent, to keep his moans and grunts contained as Jongin lets out a long groan behind him.
He feels Jongin pull back, dragging Sehun’s hips back to keep himself buried balls-deep. Jongin sneaks a hand around and fists Sehun’s cock. Sehun’s hips stutter as Jongin tugs and pulls him in all the ways Sehun loves. All the ways that turn him rock hard in little to no time, because Jongin knows his body inside and out in a way that not even Luhan does.
“No.” The plead sounds pathetic to Sehun’s own ears. His body is still sensitive from his previous orgasms, and yet Jongin’s hand is making him hard again. It’s painful, it hurts, but he still rocks his hips back onto Jongin’s cock, and snaps them forwards into the tight ring Jongin has made with his fingers.
“Will you come again?” Jongin suddenly asks, continuing to stroke Sehun’s cock as his thrusts pick up again. Sehun’s entire body is slick with sweat, and his face rubs limply against metal with each thrust of Jongin’s hips.
Sehun bites his tongue to keep silent.
A sharp slap hits the inside of his thigh and has Sehun reeling. “I asked you a question,” Jongin snaps. “Are you going to come again?”
“No,” he cries, blunt fingernails digging into black paint, clawing at nothing as Jongin continues to abuse his hole.
“Really?” Jongin says, tone unbelieving. “I think you will.”
Sehun can feel the pulsing of Jongin’s dick around his walls and he knows Jongin’s close: he knows by the slight change in pace, knows by how frantically Jongin ruts against his ass.
Sehun sobs. “I can’t, please Jongin-”
There are suddenly lips beside his ear, mirroring Luhan’s actions minutes ago. Jongin’s heated breath has Sehun’s cock twitching. “I know your body better than he does.”
Sehun cries out.
“Do it, Sehunnie.”
Jongin’s angle changes just a bit, his dick grinding against Sehun’s prostate.
“Come for all these people watching.”
He does.
Jongin follows him, teeth attached to Sehun’s shoulder as he rides out his orgasm with a wild groan. Sehun stays silent as he spills just a few specks of come onto the hood of the car. It stands out against the black.
They don’t speak; Sehun doesn’t think he can.
Jongin pulls out slowly, his hands releasing their death grip on Sehun’s hips and move to brace against the car’s hood. Sehun gasps at the emptiness, his heart pounding in his chest. He can feel the older’s breath against his ear before it is suddenly gone.
Sehun hears Jongin fixing his pants and then footsteps as he walks away.
Sehun slides down the hood until he collapses on the concrete, out of breath, out of his mind. He chokes for a moment, gasping around air and he wants to cry out for Jongin to come back, but his mouth won’t. Nothing works.
He whimpers once, resting his forehead against the side of the car.
His breath fans across the metal.
Jongin doesn’t return.
“Sehun, can you hear me?”
“Yes,” he answers simply into his microphone, pulling the hilt of his blade out of a limp body.
“Is anyone else with you?”
“No,” Sehun says, pushing the door open and entering the abandoned corridor.
“Shit,” Chanyeol’s voice is broken with static and Sehun wonders just how bad the connection is.
“Get to the meeting spot, alright. Hurry, but be careful, there are still some Seven Stars out there.” The connection ends with a beep.
Sehun sighs, tightening his grip on his blood stained knife as he goes to a light jog in the direction of the assigned meeting zone. It doesn’t take more than five minutes to make it, would have been less if the power hadn’t been cut sometime during the fray and made the elevator and most of the building’s lights useless.
He hears the voices as he gets closer and sees Chen standing guard at the doorway. He looks winded, but unharmed.
“Hey,” Chen says. Sehun nods in response, entering the room and taking in the sights of the bodies around. Most of them alive.
He recognizes Chanyeol’s tall form in the middle, huddled over someone’s leg. He sees most of his team as well, only a few that look a bit wounded, but nothing serious.
There’s someone missing, however.
“Where’s Kai?”
No one seems to hear him the first time he asks. And he glances around again, growing a bit wild in the way he spins on his heel to take in all the faces in the room.
Not there.
He hurries toward Chanyeol, skidding to a halt on the tiled floor.
“Where’s Jongin?”
Chanyeol snaps his head up and Sehun sees that he is pressing his large hands against Baekhyun’s leg wound. The shorter is biting back a round of curses as he glares up at the ceiling.
Chanyeol takes a moment before he answers, looking a bit winded. None of them had expected this fight to be easy, but there is nothing than can be truly prepared for when two mobs clash. “He’s either out of range of the headpiece or didn’t answer. We can’t reach him.”
Sehun blood runs cold.
And suddenly he’s remembering this last week. How he avoided Jongin like the plague after they fucked in that car and how Jongin didn’t even try to reach out. He sees himself latching onto Luhan’s side, while Jongin goes off on his own. He hears Kris announcing their plans on taking back the territory Seven Stars invaded after they discovered information that the mob had been involved with the warehouse incident and sees himself choosing not to go with Jongin, but instead walks away without a word and without a glance.
It burns just beneath and skin and Sehun starts itching at his hand, turning the pale skin red. Jongin would snap at him to stop, would reach out and pull his hand away, but he’s not. Because he isn’t here.
Because no one knows where he is.
“I’m going to find him,” Sehun announces, mostly to himself, but Chanyeol must have heard him.
“Sehun, stay here!”
He doesn’t listen, turning the way he came and grabbing the pistol Kyungsoo was reloading on his way toward the door. He ignores the cry of ‘hey’ and walks, his steps precarious, like he might suddenly tip over.
But he doesn’t, he keeps on.
Jongin isn’t afraid of a gun pointed in his face.
He’s been in this business long enough that pistols, revolvers, shotguns even-have become an extension of him. He’s trained with them. He keeps his favorite revolver underneath his pillow while he sleeps. Danger follows this life style. He knows that.
Jongin isn’t afraid of guns.
He’s not afraid of the man holding the weapon either. He’s looks frazzled, scared. There is blood seeping from his stomach, where he clutches at with his free hand.
“Back up! Back up!” The man shouts, his voice shrill and terrified. Jongin stands his ground. “Back the fuck up!”
“No,” he answers calmly. “I won’t.”
It’s unexpected to the other man for certain, the gun starts to tremble in his hand. “Back away or I’ll shoot. I’ll put a bullet right through your skull.”
Jongin smiles. “You want to live don’t you?”
The man stumbles back a bit, confusion marring his features. He manages to hold his ground otherwise.
“A bunch of Exo’s men are still all over this building. Do you really think you can make it out of here alive? With that wound?” Jongin keeps his voice calm, steady. He’s not afraid so he will damn sure make known to the Seven Stars lackey that he isn’t. “Put the gun down,” he orders softly.
“You’ll shoot me,” says the man, his expression one of distrust.
“I won’t,” Jongin says, his voice velvety smooth. He raises his hands in the air, showing his enemy that they aren’t anywhere near his gun.
“I don’t trust you.”
“Don’t you want to live?” Jongin asks.
“I can shoot you and get out of here alive.” His voice is unsteady. The entire man’s being seems to be cracking at the seams, whether it be in terror or the simplistic desire to survive.
“Do you really believe that?”
The man seems to already know the answer.
He slowly lowers his gun down, eyes fixated on Jongin’s face, waiting for a sign of betrayal.
Jongin doesn’t move, barely breathes until he sees the gun held limply at his enemy’s side.
Jongin is fast, too fast for a man who can’t keep his gun steady. He’ll kill him before the other man can lift his gun. It’ll be over in a flash. It’ll be easy.
It’s supposed to be easy.
But then Jongin sees Sehun turn the corner down the hallway.
Sehun looks wild, terrified, but unharmed. His expression clears when he sees Jongin though. All the worry and panic disappears and is replaced with relief. Relief. Jongin feels his chest clench. He can’t look away and Sehun doesn’t either.
Jongin gives him away. It must have been something he did. The widening of his eyes or twitch of his lips or maybe the man just noticed the way he was staring over his shoulder. He doesn’t know. Sehun is stealthy, silent. Their enemy couldn’t have heard him.
But he spins around, his hands scrambling forward to hold his gun upright.
Sehun has one of his blades in his hand.
Jongin reaches for his own gun, but with all his training, all the speed he is known for, he’s too slow. Sehun’s entrance distracted him.
He hears the telltale wiz sound as a dagger passes through the air just before a trigger is pulled and the gunshot echoes through the halls.
“Sehun!”
Sehun wakes up groggy, and disoriented. There is constant beeping sound, annoying him in his foggy state of mind. The room is all white, too bright and smells sterile, like it had been cleaned with bleach repeatedly every day for the past year.
It doesn’t take long to realize he’s in a hospital.
There is a slim tube full of oxygen connected to his nose and Sehun is glad that he at least didn’t wake up with a tube down his throat. He’s blinks, taking in his surrounding-or lack thereof-a window, a door, an empty chair by the side of his bed. There are no fresh flowers or presents, but Sehun wouldn’t have expected that much anyways.
There is an IV drip connected to his left arm and he sighs a bit, while trying to sit up on the bed. A spike of pain flashes in his abdomen and Sehun falls back to his original position after realizing his mistake.
He’s about to reach over and press the assistance button-find out which hospital he’s at, who checked him in, what the full extent of his injuries are-but the door to his room suddenly opens. Jongin walks in carrying a coffee of some sort, his face twisted into a rather displeased expression as he takes a sip.
“Oh,” Jongin says when he looks up.
Sehun cracks a bit of a smile, which Jongin does not return. Instead he walks over to the vacant chair at Sehun’s bedside and sets his coffee on a tray.
“You’re an idiot,” Jongin says, perching his feet up on Sehun’s bed.
Sehun ignores Jongin’s comment. “Which hospital are we in?”
“In Kondae. Lay’s family makes large donations to this hospital every year. They’ll keep our injuries secret, you know how most hospitals react to bullet wounds.”
Sehun feels his heart pound at the word ‘our.’ “Were you injured?”
“Not me, no,” Jongin says, his lips turning into a frown. “Some others were. No one that matters though.” Sehun nods, relieved.
“And that man in the hall?”
“Your knife hit him in the chest. It didn’t kill him right away though,” Jongin pauses, giving Sehun a long look. “I blew his brains out,” Jongin says simply. If Sehun hadn’t been raised in this environment, wasn’t used to death and coldness, he would have shivered at look in Jongin’s eyes.
“I got shot in the stomach, right?”
“In that area, yes. The bullet missed all your vital organs, but didn’t pass through.” Jongin sighs a bit, running his hand through his hair. “When you passed out...”
Sehun can imagine what it had looked like when he had collapsed to the ground.
“How long-”
“Just a little more than ten hours. They had to remove the bullet and do stitching so they wanted to make sure you were completely out with anesthesia. It’s no good to wake up in the middle of a surgery.”
Jongin sits back in the chair, as if waiting for the barrage of questions to continue. But Sehun has no more. They watch each other for a moment instead.
Jongin breaks the silence with a repeat of his first words. “You’re an idiot.”
Sehun sighs, turning his head to stare at the ceiling. “Yeah,” he whispers.
The bed dips a bit as Jongin gets on it, crawling until he is hovering over Sehun’s form. “You’re an idiot,” Jongin says louder this time. “And you're a distraction.” Sehun reaches up to wrap his arms around Jongin’s neck at the same time the other leans down, capturing his lips in a kiss.
Jongin doesn’t take it slow, his lips are passionate, a bit rough against Sehun’s own, but the rest of him is gentle. He cups the back of Sehun’s neck with his hand and cradles Sehun to him even as he bites and tugs on Sehun’s bottom lip.
It’s a long while before Jongin pulls away, a little string of spit connecting their mouths together. Jongin gently wipes the corner of Sehun’s mouth as the two of them pant and catch their breaths.
“I’m surprised you don’t taste like you’ve been chain smoking for the last year,” Sehun chuckles, wincing a bit when his abdomen clenches in pain. Jongin had a habit of smoking nonstop when he was stressed or worried.
“I quit,” Jongin whispers, leaning back down to capture Sehun’s lips in another feverish kiss. “It’s been hell,” he adds when he pauses for air.
A light chill runs down Sehun’s spine, his finger clenching on Jongin’s shirt tightly as he licks his way into his mouth. Sehun grumpily pouts when Jongin pulls away, but doesn’t complain when the tanned man sits up and pulls the blanket down, revealing the hospital gown.
Sehun’s half hard beneath the cheap fabric. Jongin slides down the bed, being careful about Sehun’s wound until his mouth is level with the other’s hips. He pushes the gown up gently until he sees Sehun’s straining cock, light red and growing harder with Jongin’s gaze.
“Jongin,” Sehun whispers.
“Let me,” Jongin starts, glancing up through long lashes. Sehun swallows thickly, throwing his head back when thick lips encase his length in a searing warm mouth. His hands scramble at the itchy sheets, and Sehun lets out a long groan in pleasure, one of his hands resting on Jongin’s shoulder as the other runs his tongue over Sehun’s slit.
“Mr. Oh Sehun? Are you awa-Ah!” A nurse walks through the doors, a file in hand and catches the sight of Jongin eagerly sucking Sehun’s cock.
Jongin pulls back at her voice though, sitting up and looking at the woman. He licks his lips. Sehun blushes.
“I’m sorry!” she cries, covering her face with the folder and turns and runs out the room.
Sehun turns to look back down at Jongin who has a light smile on his lips.
Sehun’s laugh chokes off when Jongin takes his cock back in his mouth.
“It’s good that Seven Stars is out of our territory now,” Kyungsoo says as they walk out of the meeting. Sehun trails silently beside Jongin, fully healed and discharged from the hospital a week ago. His hands are stuffed in his pockets and he-unsurprisingly-looks bored.
“Hopefully, they run back to Busan for a while,” Jongin adds, keeps his own hands firmly at his side so he doesn’t touch Sehun unnecessarily.
“You know they are going to be pissed though,” Lay says and all three turn their eyes on him. Lay, much like Sehun, isn’t known for being the most talkative person. He’s smiling a bit, as if pleased with their rivals certain anger.
“Yeah, and when they decide to come back, we’ll be ready for them,” Jongin whispers in a low voice. Sehun nods beside him, looking just as happy at the prospect of showing Korea’s previous most prominent mob their place.
Kyungsoo suddenly comes to a halt in front of them, and Jongin stops to avoid running into the shorter’s back.
Luhan is standing in front of them.
“Hyung,” Sehun says. Luhan smiles and steps forward, but Jongin wraps his arm around Sehun’s shoulder before he can get any closer.
Luhan stops mid step, his smile vanishing for a brief moment before it returns. Sehun has his eyes fixed on Jongin, and they are surprisingly emotional for someone usually so stoic.
Kyungsoo and Lay take the opportunity to exit, whispering hurried goodbyes, leaving the three behind in a tension filled silence. Luhan’s eyes are fixated on Jongin’s arm possessively wrapped around Sehun’s shoulders.
“Are you sure you can keep him satisfied all by yourself?” Luhan asks, his voice friendly, but Jongin can sense the edge of mocking underneath it. Sehun flushes a bit, and Jongin holds Luhan’s gaze, not backing down in the slightest.
“Better than you could,” he says without a moment’s pause.
Luhan blinks and his lip twitches a bit. “He’ll get bored eventually.”
“I doubt it,” Jongin replies, keeping calm.
The tension rises between them, and Sehun fidgets by his side, his eyes flickering between Luhan and Jongin.
“Well then, I wish you both the best of luck,” Luhan announces, acting like he hadn’t just insulted Jongin and they were actually the best of friends. “You look nice together,” Luhan adds, stepping forward. Jongin pulls Sehun a bit closer, in warning, but Luhan keeps coming forward.
Jongin wants to shove him away, keep him as far away from Sehun as he can, but he knows he can’t. Luhan is his superior, and to attack him in any way would be a deadly mistake. In many ways, Luhan was just as dangerous as Tao.
Luhan stops right in front of them, just a breath away.
And Jongin decides if he comes any closer, screw consequences, he’ll put a bullet through Luhan’s head.
“You know how to reach me,” Luhan says, catching Sehun’s eye.
“I-” Sehun starts, finally speaking up after all this time. “I won’t need to.”
Luhan seems a bit put back, and Jongin smirks, squeezing Sehun’s shoulder gently.
“We’ll see,” Luhan says with a smile, looking undeterred in the slightest.
Jongin watches as Luhan turns away, raising his hand in farewell. “See you two around.”
The two of them stay silent for a long while. Jongin squeezes Sehun’s shoulder again and for a moment Sehun leans to the side, as if he is leaning into Jongin’s touch. Jongin drops his arm before they get too close.
“Jongin?” Sehun asks, his tongue sliding across his dry lips nervously.
Jongin reaches for his wrist, tugging onto it firmly.
“You’re coming home with me,” he announces, already pulling Sehun forward, intent on returning to his apartment right now.
“Alright,” Sehun says, his eyes not straying from Jongin’s form.
Jongin squeezes Sehun once, before releasing Sehun’s wrist so that his fingers can trail down.
Down until they reach Sehun’s boney fingers and thread between them.
When they make it to Jongin’s apartment, Sehun insists that he needs to shower. It doesn’t make much sense to Jongin. They both know what’s going to happen tonight and getting clean prior almost defeats the purpose in the end.
But he lets Sehun do as he pleases, and sits on the bed shirtless with a can of beer in hand while he mindlessly flips through channels on the television. He finds himself bored fast, putting the beer on the bedside table and lying down on the bed as he listens to the shower running.
He stretches his arms out, hands sliding underneath his pillow and fingers brushing against metal. He pulls his prized treasure out, staring at the revolver in his hand. He flips the cylinder out, seeing five bullets in their respective chambers and snaps it back into place, watching as the cylinder spins. Jongin sighs, about to put the weapon back in its hiding spot, when he pauses and lifts it back overhead.
When Jongin had walked in on Luhan and Sehun fucking in the car, when he had been filled with anger, anger embedded deep under his skin He had wanted to pull his pistol out, wanted to hold it against Sehun’s skull. He hadn’t wanted to kill him, not really. Even the boiling rage and jealousy inside him hadn’t been enough to want that.
But the raw feeling was still there and the memory of it left Jongin’s fingers tingling.
Luhan was a pain in his side. The way he seems to think that Sehun would end up running back to him. It pisses him off, infuriates him. The words burn at his insides and claw at his chest.
They make him worry.
Jongin snaps the cylinder open again.
Sehun comes out of the bathroom a few minutes later, white towel wrapped around his waist and hand in his damp hair as he shakes the excess water from it. He doesn’t look up at Jongin right away, but when he does he freezes.
Jongin knows what his eyes are fixated on. The revolver feels light in his hands where Jongin has it pointed to the floor. He rolls his shoulders back a bit and smiles. “Hey,” he says casually, acting as if
he doesn’t have a gun in his hands.
“Hey,” Sehun says back, moving forward again until he stands right in front of Jongin. He doesn’t pause before he swoops down for a kiss. Jongin kisses back eagerly, but let’s Sehun set the pace. The younger tilts his head to the side to deepen the kiss, tongue sliding into Jongin’s mouth.
When Sehun pulls back, he lets the towel drop to the floor, pooling around his feet as he stands unashamed of his body.
Jongin reaches up and brushes his hand against Sehun’s.
Sehun smiles stepping around Jongin and sitting down on the bed, leaning against the headboard. Jongin looks over his shoulder at the way Sehun’s eyes beckon him over and, after a moment, he does.
Arms wrap around his shoulder when Jongin gets close enough and he sets his revolver down at their sides so he can hold onto Sehun’s hips, thumbs stroking the skin as he leans up and presses his lips against the corner of his mouth.
“You’re being so gentle,” Sehun whispers. His own fingers gently thread in Jongin’s hair. “Are you going to fuck me like this?”
“No,” Jongin says, voice firm. His grip on Sehun’s sides tighten just a bit.
“Then why don’t we skip all this cute ass shit and get to the good stuff?” Sehun tilts his head to the side with a wide grin. One that Jongin can’t resist returning with one of his own.
The open invitation has Jongin retrieving his gun and holding the barrel pointed at Sehun’s face.
“Suck,” he commands.
Sehun hesitates for a short moment, eyes focuses on the muzzle right in front of him before his eyes flick up and meet Jongin’s. His mouth opens tentatively and Jongin doesn’t rush, doesn’t force the barrel down Sehun’s throat. He waits and watches as Sehun’s thin lips slowly close over the head of the muzzle and his cheeks hallow, little sucking noises escaping from the corners of his mouth.
Jongin groans, his body growing hot, so fucking warm at the sight.
His dick twitches in his boxers when Sehun slides more of the nozzle into his mouth, eyes softly closing as he sucks Jongin’s gun like it was his cock. Jongin slowly rocks the gun shallowly into Sehun’s mouth, and the latter takes it like he always does, pliant and willing. Sehun’s moan muffled by the metal in his mouth seems to echo around Jongin’s apartment.
A thin bit of saliva spills over the rim of Sehun’s lips, pooling down his chin in thin driblets. Jongin feels it in his hand when the muzzle touches the back of Sehun’s throat. Sees the slight twitch of Sehun’s nose as he fights his gag reflexes and swallows, adam apple bobbing.
Sehun pulls back, mouth fitted just over the muzzle as he tries to capture his breath.
Jongin brings his other hand forward, keeping his revolver in a tight grip.
He cocks the gun, the sound loud in the room and Sehun’s eyelashes flutter briefly before he takes the barrel back into his mouth.
Jongin’s finger curls against the trigger.
He fires.
No sound, no bullet. Sehun makes a little gasping noise before he takes the length of the revolver down his throat, but Jongin pulls his weapon back, flinging some spit off it when he removes it from Sehun’s mouth.
At the loss, Sehun is immediately on his knees, lips sealing against Jongin’s as he breaks into the other’s mouth with a heated groan. Jongin catches a faint metallic taste on his tongue.
“Lube,” Jongin whispers and Sehun ignores him for a moment, nipping at Jongin’s plump bottom lip and licking across the seal of his mouth. “Lube,” Jongin repeats, giving Sehun’s ass a light tap with the side of his gun.
Sehun pulls back, sliding off the bed and reaching for the bedside table. He pulls a drawer open and pulls out the bottle of lube, ignoring the roll of condoms next to it. Jongin uses this time to rid himself of his pants. Sehun picks up Jongin’s forgotten beer and takes a swig from it, downing the rest of the drink before he hops on the bed and throws the lube at Jongin’s head.
He catches it mid-air with a slight scowl.
“Hurry up,” Sehun urges, spreading his legs.
“Patience.” Jongin settles between him, taking his time to admire Sehun’s tone body as he pops the bottle open and pours some of the cool liquid onto his fingers. Sehun makes a small sound at the cool touch, but makes no complaint when Jongin thrusts his finger into him.
They haven’t done this in a while. Jongin has been careful with Sehun recently, not wanting to aggravate his injury until he was completely healed. Sehun had been prissy and fussed a whole lot about Jongin’s silent decision, but Jongin kept him sated with frequent hand and blowjobs.
Now though, with Sehun’s wound healed. He wouldn’t hold back.
Jongin slides a second finger in, curling them inside to have Sehun arching his back before he scissors them, stretching Sehun open.
“Oh, that’s good,” Sehun whispers, hands clutching at Jongin’s shoulders.
“Did you miss this?” Jongin asks, leaning forward and sucking on the little mole on Sehun’s neck.
“Yes,” Sehun breathes, tone reverent.
Jongin gives a slight nip at Sehun’s collarbone and removes his two fingers only to thrust three in. He feels the slight jerk of Sehun’s body before he hears the sigh. He continues curling and clenching his fingers, working Sehun open for his cock when Sehun gives a long shudder and his hands move to grasp at the sheet, fingertips brushing against Jongin’s gun forgotten on the sheets.
Jongin’s dick is hot and heavy and between his legs and it twitches when he reaches over and picks up the weapon at the same time he pulls his fingers out of Sehun’s ass. Sehun lets out a whine, head lifting off the mattress to watch Jongin with lidded eyes, mouth parting with each breath he takes.
Jongin doesn’t think, so much as do. He swipes his lube coated fingers across the barrel’s length, before lowering it down, down until he presses it against Sehun’s ankle, black muzzle against white skin. He pulls up, letting the gun drag up Sehun’s legs until it presses against Sehun’s thigh, pressing down on the skin.
Sehun’s mouth parts, and Jongin can tell that he knows what Jongin wants to do. Sehun pulls his legs up, until his knees are high in the air and feet planted on the ground. “Hurry,” he says in a small whisper, cheeks a dusty color of pink.
The revolver travels up the rest of the way until it slides between Sehun’s legs, pressed against Sehun’s entrance. Jongin bites his lip and forces the barrel forward.
Sehun’s head falls back against the mattress, low moan vibrating in the air.
Nothing could have looked better. Sehun with flushed cheeks and bruised lips, open and on display before Jongin with the barrels tip swallowed up by his greedy hole. He can’t resist pushing more in. In and out, in and out, a push and pull effect that makes him want to record this and rewatch it endlessly.
“How is it? How does it feel getting fucked with my gun?”
Sehun moans, turning his head to the side. “Weird,” Sehun whispers and Jongin uses his hold on the grip to rotate his revolver in a circle. He can see the way Sehun’s abdomen clenches. “Good weird.”
Sehun reaches over, pressing his hand against Jongin’s chest tattoo as he looks forward again. “But I want your cock.”
Jongin’s breath hitches.
“Fuck me,” Sehun urges, spreading his legs just a few more centimeters and the movement makes his hole take the barrel of the gun all the way to the hilt. “Fuck me with your big cock, Jongin.”
Jongin pulls back the revolver into onto the very tip remains inside and slams the length all the way inside, watching as Sehun convulses around his weapon, before yanking it out with a roughness that has Sehun wailing. He interrupts the sound by smashing his lips against the other’s.
They lay chest to chest, Jongin rolling his hips against Sehun’s, cocks rubbing against each other, parted only by the thin fabric of Jongin’s boxers. Jongin’s feels Sehun’s hands on his ass, trying to urge his hips to go faster at the same time they attempt to drag the only clothing on Jongin’s body down over the curve of his ass. It works well enough, because soon their bare cocks rub against each other raw, the slight burn washed out by the pleasure that has both panting into each other’s mouths.
Sehun is the one that urges Jongin onward, legs encasing his waist and ankles hooking over one another. His hands scramble for the discarded lube and Jongin lets him pour some on his hands and then reach down, gripping their cocks in his hand and making sure Jongin gets properly coated in the cool gel.
“No more of this,” Sehun gasps, fingertips brushing over the head of his own cock. “Put your cock in me now!”
Perhaps he would have teased Sehun, outright ignored his demands, but he felt a searing need that probably rivaled Sehun’s. He angles his hips down until his dick is sliding into Sehun’s hole, slide made easy by the preparation prior. Jongin lets his chin drop against his chest, the tight clenching around his cock feeling amazing.
Sehun starts to rock back on Jongin, not waiting to pause or adjust, just wanting Jongin fucking him now. Jongin takes the hint well enough, snapping his hips forward until he’s buried to the hilt and grinding against Sehun’s ass.
It’s only after Sehun starts shouting demands of “harder,” “faster,” “more” that Jongin presses their lips together, canting into Sehun with a rough pace that has both of them on cloud nine. He doesn’t even really think when he picks the gun up and presses it against the side of Sehun’s skull.
Jongin doesn’t even think Sehun notices, too focused on clinging to Jongin’s body and forcing his tongue down the older’s throat. Or maybe he does, because Sehun tugs at Jongin’s hair harshly and bites Jongin’s bottom lip when he pulls the trigger.
When Jongin pulls back, Sehun tries to drag him back down for more kisses, but Jongin remains persistent, pulling away from Sehun’s grasp. He slides out of his body with a wet noise that has Sehun’s cheeks turning a slightly darker red.
“No Jongin,” Sehun growls, trying to use his leg strength to pull Jongin back into him. “Don’t do this to me, don’t you dare-oh!”
Jongin works fast, crawling over Sehun until he’s situated over his lap. He grabs onto Sehun’s dick beneath him, holding it up. Sehun seems to realize what’s going on just then, mouth dropping open in a silent ‘o’ as Jongin drops down on his cock.
It hurts.
A lot.
Jongin hadn’t stretched himself before, hadn’t even thought about doing it. He can’t bring himself to care. Sehun’s always been blessed with size and the feeling of his cock pulsing against Jongin’s walls has him forgetting the burn or the pain and instead relishing the look on Sehun’s face.
“Don’t do what to you?” Jongin says, smirking.
Sehun grips Jongin’s hips and thrusts upwards, smirking wiping off Jongin’s full lips as he throws his head back and shouts.
“Shut up.” Sehun smirks instead, fucking up into Jongin’s tight hole.
Jongin scrambles to find a hold of something, his free hand clutching at Sehun’s forearm so tightly his blunt fingernails dig into the skin and draw blood and he tightens his hold on his revolver, never having set it down from when he had placed it against Sehun’s head.
Eventually Jongin gets used to the dull burn enough to begin bouncing on Sehun’s cock, letting gravity do most of the work as he keens and groans at the fullness inside him.
He almost doesn’t notice Sehun grabbing a hold of his hand still clinging on to the revolver. Sehun guides it back until the barrel presses against the underside of Jongin’s chin. Jongin’s heart pounds in his chest and when Sehun means to pull his hand away, Jongin holds him there, guiding his forefinger to wrap around the trigger.
Sehun stares up at him with lust-blown eyes.
Jongin smiles.
Another silent fire blankets the space between them, and Jongin lets the gun drop onto the bed as he fucks himself so vigorously that he knows he’s bleeding. Those thoughts are only confirmed when he feels Sehun’s finger trace around the area they are connected, sliding inside Jongin’s heat alongside his cock before pulling away.
Red covers the long length of his finger.
Jongin can see it in his eyes, the way that the sight of Jongin’s blood rips through Sehun’s body. Sehun moans loudly, licking his lips. Suddenly two hands are back on his hips, and Sehun’s fucking up every time Jongin drops down and Jongin can’t stand it anymore, hand reaching for his neglected cock and jerking off in a rough and fast pace. He knows both their ends are approaching.
Sehun’s hand lands on top of Jongin’s, guiding the pace as they stare at each other, loud slaps of Sehun’s balls hitting Jongin’s ass filling the room until it's replaced with two deep groans.
Jongin comes first. Sehun’s fingers tightening around his hand, forcing his orgasm out, cum spilling onto their hands and Sehun’s stomach. The way Jongin’s body clenches around Sehun’s cock has the other following right after, hips snapping into the air as he empties his load into Jongin’s willing body.
Jongin collapses against Sehun’s chest, panting and gasping for air. Sehun makes a small squeak of protest, and suddenly Jongin remembers Sehun’s newly healed injury and lifts off, slipping Sehun’s cock out of him with his movements.
Sehun groans, looking incredibly needy with his arms open as if he wants Jongin back in them.
Jongin laughs, his body feeling heavy. He shifts with the intention of laying by Sehun’s side, thus not risking the other any discomfort when he notices his soiled weapon forgotten against maroon sheets. He finds that he can’t look away, instead his head circulating over and over again the question “what are the chances?”
“Do it,” Sehun says slowly. And Jongin sees that Sehun has been watching him stare at his treasured prize. Jongin pauses for a moment.
“Do it,” Sehun repeats.
He reaches for his gun and at Sehun’s nods, pressing the cold muzzle against Sehun’s forehead.
Sehun licks his lips, not blinking. Just watching. Jongin watches back.
“Fire,” Sehun whispers.
Jongin does.
There is something about the look in Sehun’s eyes, it calms Jongin. Reassures him. They is a look of such absolute trust that it twists Jongin’s gut around in little pleasant circles.
Sehun isn’t leaving.
They lay side by side on the bed, covers pulled up to cover their lower halves. Sehun is curled against Sehun’s chest and Jongin thinks he fell asleep some time ago. Jongin himself finds that sleep is still eluding him, so instead he plays with his revolver, snapping it out and then back into place repeatedly.
Maybe this is some sign that they are supposed to work.
“What are you looking at?” Sehun asks, stretching his arm out across Jongin’s naked chest.
Jongin turns his head and sees Sehun sleepily blinking at him. He reaches over, brushing Sehun’s bangs back as he brings the revolver into Sehun’s view, the cylinder open to look into.
All but one chamber is empty. A single bullet loaded in the weapon.
“You crazy bastar-”
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