It’s In My Bones
Title: It’s In My Bones
Author: zeropercent
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sehun/Kai
Summary: 811 words. It’s different with them.
Warnings: BDSM
Disclaimer: Cut and title go to Breathe Carolina. Not real, didn’t happen, false, etc.
It’s different with them. Everyone knows that. But they don’t know why.
They don’t know that Jongin is what Sehun needs. They don’t know that Jongin will tear Sehun apart only to put him back together again, and Sehun enjoys every single second of it. Jongin is more than just a person to Sehun. He’s his air.
Sehun clenches his fists, arching his back. His face is buried in the sheets, his body over Jongin’s lap, hands tied behind his back. He’s sore from their performance. But he knows this is just the beginning.
Jongin’s hand comes down hard for the tenth and final time, making Sehun’s already red ass send pain through his body.
Sehun writhes and Jongin runs his hand over the abused skin, hearing Sehun let out a sigh of relief.
Jongin maneuvers them so Sehun’s face down against the pillows, on his knees, legs spread just enough for Jongin to situate himself between them.
“You’ve been good.”
The corners of Sehun’s mouth tilt up and Jongin kisses the base of his spine, making him shiver. Jongin nips at the back of his thigh, smoothing his hand over Sehun’s leg.
Sehun wiggles his hips and Jongin tells him to stay put, grabbing the lube and coating his fingers. Sehun makes a low noise as Jongin slides one in, pushing back against him.
Jongin can hear Sehun’s breath hitch, can hear the tiny whimper that unwillingly escapes his lips. He roughly adds another finger, seeing Sehun’s back move.
He uses his other hand to stroke Sehun’s cock, “You think you can come like this?”
“I-yes.”
Jongin won’t do that to him, though. Sehun’s complied to everything he’s done, and Jongin thinks he deserves to be rewarded.
“What if the others knew how good you were for me? You think they’d get jealous?” Sehun doesn’t respond and Jongin curls his fingers, making him cry out.
“I don’t know.”
“They all probably think you’re just some spoiled maknae. I know you, Sehun-ah. You’re more than that.”
Sehun lets out a whine and Jongin pulls his hands away, placing them on Sehun’s hips as he pushes in.
Sehun breathes out against the pillow, his eyes closing.
Jongin knows every dip and curve of Sehun’s body. He knows if he nuzzles his nose in the crook of his neck, Sehun’s hands will come up and tangle themselves in his hair. He knows if he angles himself just right, Sehun will cry out and arch his back. He knows Sehun like the back of his hand, but will never use it against him in a malicious manner.
Sehun pushes back, meeting Jongin’s thrusts. He bites his lip to muffle his whimpers, hands clasped together tightly.
“Everyone always says you’re so pretty. I know you hate it.” Sehun hums in response and Jongin continues, “I wonder if they’d still say the same if they saw you right now.” Jongin drapes himself over Sehun’s back, lips pressed to his ear, “Because I think you’re beautiful.”
Sehun makes a helpless noise that sounds like a mix between a moan and a whine, and Jongin sits back up, his pace becoming erratic.
He reaches around and grabs Sehun’s cock, stroking him quickly and twisting his wrist. He runs his thumb through the precome leaking from the slit, and Sehun bucks his hips, “Jongin hyung-”
Sehun’s close. He’s so close, teetering on the edge. Jongin says, “Come.”
Sehun lets out a rush of air, coming over Jongin’s hand. Jongin wipes his hand on Sehun’s hip. Sehun simply lies there, feeling Jongin slowly pull out and get himself off against the small of his back.
Sehun gets pushed onto his side, and Jongin undoes the tie binding his wrists. He’s sticky but all he can think of is going to sleep.
Jongin pats his head and asks, “Should I set up a bath?”
“Can I do it in the morning?”
“Yeah.” Sehun presses his face to Jongin’s chest, sliding a leg between his thighs for comfort. Jongin kisses his forehead, lightly trailing his fingers along his side to calm him.
He uses his feet to kick up the blanket, covering both of them and wrapping an arm around Sehun’s waist.
Sehun’s whole body is thrumming. He’s suddenly hyper aware of his sore muscles and backside. He whispers, “Everything hurts.”
Jongin suddenly gets up from the bed, leaving Sehun cold under the sheets. He comes back with a bottle of water and some pain killers, which Sehun happily takes. “Thank you.”
Jongin nods and turns off the bedside lamp and Sehun resumes his previous position, shutting his eyes.
Jongin stays up until Sehun’s breathing evens out, and his lips part slightly, signaling that he’s fast asleep. Only then does Jongin allow himself to drift off, holding Sehun in his arms, feeling his small puffs of breath against his chest.
Author: zeropercent
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Sehun/Kai
Summary: 811 words. It’s different with them.
Warnings: BDSM
Disclaimer: Cut and title go to Breathe Carolina. Not real, didn’t happen, false, etc.
It’s different with them. Everyone knows that. But they don’t know why.
They don’t know that Jongin is what Sehun needs. They don’t know that Jongin will tear Sehun apart only to put him back together again, and Sehun enjoys every single second of it. Jongin is more than just a person to Sehun. He’s his air.
Sehun clenches his fists, arching his back. His face is buried in the sheets, his body over Jongin’s lap, hands tied behind his back. He’s sore from their performance. But he knows this is just the beginning.
Jongin’s hand comes down hard for the tenth and final time, making Sehun’s already red ass send pain through his body.
Sehun writhes and Jongin runs his hand over the abused skin, hearing Sehun let out a sigh of relief.
Jongin maneuvers them so Sehun’s face down against the pillows, on his knees, legs spread just enough for Jongin to situate himself between them.
“You’ve been good.”
The corners of Sehun’s mouth tilt up and Jongin kisses the base of his spine, making him shiver. Jongin nips at the back of his thigh, smoothing his hand over Sehun’s leg.
Sehun wiggles his hips and Jongin tells him to stay put, grabbing the lube and coating his fingers. Sehun makes a low noise as Jongin slides one in, pushing back against him.
Jongin can hear Sehun’s breath hitch, can hear the tiny whimper that unwillingly escapes his lips. He roughly adds another finger, seeing Sehun’s back move.
He uses his other hand to stroke Sehun’s cock, “You think you can come like this?”
“I-yes.”
Jongin won’t do that to him, though. Sehun’s complied to everything he’s done, and Jongin thinks he deserves to be rewarded.
“What if the others knew how good you were for me? You think they’d get jealous?” Sehun doesn’t respond and Jongin curls his fingers, making him cry out.
“I don’t know.”
“They all probably think you’re just some spoiled maknae. I know you, Sehun-ah. You’re more than that.”
Sehun lets out a whine and Jongin pulls his hands away, placing them on Sehun’s hips as he pushes in.
Sehun breathes out against the pillow, his eyes closing.
Jongin knows every dip and curve of Sehun’s body. He knows if he nuzzles his nose in the crook of his neck, Sehun’s hands will come up and tangle themselves in his hair. He knows if he angles himself just right, Sehun will cry out and arch his back. He knows Sehun like the back of his hand, but will never use it against him in a malicious manner.
Sehun pushes back, meeting Jongin’s thrusts. He bites his lip to muffle his whimpers, hands clasped together tightly.
“Everyone always says you’re so pretty. I know you hate it.” Sehun hums in response and Jongin continues, “I wonder if they’d still say the same if they saw you right now.” Jongin drapes himself over Sehun’s back, lips pressed to his ear, “Because I think you’re beautiful.”
Sehun makes a helpless noise that sounds like a mix between a moan and a whine, and Jongin sits back up, his pace becoming erratic.
He reaches around and grabs Sehun’s cock, stroking him quickly and twisting his wrist. He runs his thumb through the precome leaking from the slit, and Sehun bucks his hips, “Jongin hyung-”
Sehun’s close. He’s so close, teetering on the edge. Jongin says, “Come.”
Sehun lets out a rush of air, coming over Jongin’s hand. Jongin wipes his hand on Sehun’s hip. Sehun simply lies there, feeling Jongin slowly pull out and get himself off against the small of his back.
Sehun gets pushed onto his side, and Jongin undoes the tie binding his wrists. He’s sticky but all he can think of is going to sleep.
Jongin pats his head and asks, “Should I set up a bath?”
“Can I do it in the morning?”
“Yeah.” Sehun presses his face to Jongin’s chest, sliding a leg between his thighs for comfort. Jongin kisses his forehead, lightly trailing his fingers along his side to calm him.
He uses his feet to kick up the blanket, covering both of them and wrapping an arm around Sehun’s waist.
Sehun’s whole body is thrumming. He’s suddenly hyper aware of his sore muscles and backside. He whispers, “Everything hurts.”
Jongin suddenly gets up from the bed, leaving Sehun cold under the sheets. He comes back with a bottle of water and some pain killers, which Sehun happily takes. “Thank you.”
Jongin nods and turns off the bedside lamp and Sehun resumes his previous position, shutting his eyes.
Jongin stays up until Sehun’s breathing evens out, and his lips part slightly, signaling that he’s fast asleep. Only then does Jongin allow himself to drift off, holding Sehun in his arms, feeling his small puffs of breath against his chest.