angel cum

angel cum
7706 words / suho x sehun / nc-17 / smut
One evening, Sehun puts ribbons in his hair haphazardly, clipping bows of pink and glitter into his dusty, bleached strands.
warnings: daddy kink, vague sacrilege, mention of emetophilia (vomiting), changed ages (small age gap)
a/n: this is part of a larger fic where sehun is 21 and suho is 27 and a doctor, maybe i'll write it one day but for now take this 7k of sex. also title from this

♡♡♡ One evening, Sehun puts ribbons in his hair haphazardly, clipping bows of pink and glitter into his dusty, bleached strands. He does this while sitting on the bed, hair accessories meant for little girls strewn across the sheets. A hand mirror is settled in his fist, his grip loose as he eyes himself. On his mouth is lipstick, a deep red shade accenting the dip of his cupid’s bow. There’s glitter not meant for the body scattered across his forehead and cheekbones, a sparkly trail dipping down, leading the way to a naked chest that shimmers like an arts and crafts project gone wrong. Junmyeon isn’t home yet. When Junmyeon comes home, Sehun supposes he’ll have to explain what he’s doing. But Sehun doesn’t really know what he’s doing himself, so there might be nothing to explain. Just as Sehun is thinking about Junmyeon, he hears the front door click open. Sehun stares at the bedroom door, knowing that it’s where Junmyeon will arrive next. He doesn’t think too much about it; he just stares at the door until it opens, too, and Junmyeon is standing in the doorframe, dress shirt and pants neatly tucked and briefcase tucked similarly into his fist. Sehun reaches over, puts the mirror face down on the bedside table, and tilts his head to the side, smiling at his boyfriend, who, rightfully so, looks confused. “You’re not wearing anything but thigh highs,” Junmyeon says. The room, as if it didn’t know, seems to settle, breaking a silence that was about to form. Sehun nods, still smiling. Junmyeon says, “Nothing but stockings and glitter.” “Yes,” Sehun says. “Do I look stupid?” Junmyeon stares at Sehun for a few more moments before he steps into the room fully, setting his briefcase on the ground and easing closer to the bed, closer to Sehun. Sehun folds his legs to the side, nestled into the sheets like a mermaid, hands in his lap and eyes wide, eyelashes batting slowly as Junmyeon scrutinizes him. Moments later, Junmyeon reaches for Sehun’s chin and tilts his head up. Sehun looks up. Junmyeon tells him to smile. Sehun smiles, baring his teeth. Junmyeon puts the pad of his thumb against Sehun’s two front teeth. He rubs and says, “You have lipstick on your teeth.” When Junmyeon is done, he pulls the tip of his thumb down the center of Sehun’s lower lip. Sehun’s lower lip drags down and bounces back to form a pout. The expression stays on Sehun’s face for a few moments before he eases up on his knees to be closer to Junmyeon’s height. He’s still shorter than Junmyeon, but the mattress isn’t all that high off the ground. “But I look pretty, right?” Sehun asks, voice quiet. He slings his arms over Junmyeon’s shoulders, looking him right in the eye. “The prettiest you’ve ever seen?” “Yes,” Junmyeon says without thinking. Though, if he had thought, he thinks seconds later, he would’ve answered the same way. “The prettiest.” “Cool,” Sehun says, dropping his arms and dropping his body back onto the bed. He lands on a baby blue scrunchie with flowers on it. He reaches backwards and pushes it away. “What are you doing?” Junmyeon asks, finally. “I don’t know,” Sehun says, truthfully. “I just… got all of this stuff today. Because I wanted it. It was pretty.” “You have too much time,” Junmyeon says. There’s a pause before he adds on, “And too much money.” “Yeah,” Sehun says. “I agree. But I’m pretty, right?” Sehun reaches down, pulls at his stockings, and licks his mouth. On his tongue is the taste of wax and, if he could taste it, red. He flings his arms backwards, stretching out like a cat on the sheets, space between his legs-- enough space for just one human being to fit between. He drops his hand back down, puts a hand on his body, and pulls it down, glitter catching onto his fingers. Junmyeon stares because there’s nothing else he can do. Sehun also stares because he doesn’t know what he’s doing. Sehun keeps touching his own body, fingertips careful as if he’s aware of his own delicateness. Junmyeon says, “Yeah. This is actually making me feel like I want to give you more money.” Sehun doesn’t laugh. Sehun doesn’t even smile. He just keeps touching because he knows he’s getting a good reaction. His hands run down to his thighs and his palms work against his skin as if they’re finding all the right places, as if they’re exploring for the first time, trying to worm their way to pleasure. Sehun says, “Give it to me, then.” “I’ll give you everything,” Junmyeon says, loosening his tie. Sehun doesn’t know what’s going on, doesn’t know what buttons he’s pressed, but he runs with it, keeps talking like he knows what he’s doing. “Because I deserve it,” Sehun says. He wraps a hand around the base of his cock and his shoulders ease off the bed in a wriggle. His voice is low as he demands, halfheartedly, “Tell me I deserve it.” “You deserve it,” Junmyeon says. By now, he’s just watching Sehun, seemingly entranced by the way the younger boy moves and writhes on the bed. The sheets, silk, slide against Sehun’s skin, and it’s visible in the way they crease around his body, creating an outline of a misdressed, vaguely debauched boy. “You deserve everything, Sehun.” “I know,” Sehun says. He gives Junmyeon a small smile, playful. Then, he asks, “Why?” Junmyeon is silent. Sehun strokes himself slowly and then moans, quietly. Junmyeon looks at the way the sunlight filters in through the window and hits Sehun in all the right places. His skin shines like a sign, flashing, ‘take me! take me!’. Junmyeon, in his 27 years of life, has never felt so tantalized by exposed skin. Junmyeon, in his 27 years of life, has never felt less entitled to touch the angel on his bedspread, has never felt so unable to taste what he craves. “Why?” Sehun repeats, looking Junmyeon right in the eye. Sehun’s legs spread more and Junmyeon watches the shift of the little fat in his thighs. “Why do I deserve everything? Tell me.” Junmyeon pulls his tie off and sighs. He puts the tie on top of the dresser and starts unbuttoning his dress shirt. He crawls onto the bed, kneeing his way in between Sehun’s legs. He kneels before the little body of divinity on his bed, sitting on the backs of his own calves. If he were to bow his head forward, he’d be doing something similar to praying, putting his hands together around a half-hard cock. Instead, he just unbuttons his shirt and stares at Sehun, whose red lips are agape, whose cheeks are flushed red. “You deserve everything because,” Junmyeon begins, shucking off his dress shirt to reveal a plain, white tank top, etched with ribbing. “You’ve earned everything. So pretty and servicing, you give the world everything it could ever want, so the world owes it to you.” “You’re my world,” Sehun admits, falling out of his act for just a moment. But, then, he continues, sitting up slightly so his head, neck, and shoulders can slide up onto the headboard. He watches Junmyeon for a moment, squints as if in deliberation, and then says, “Give me whatever I want. Give me everything you owe me.” “Okay,” Junmyeon says. “Whatever you want. What do you want? What do I owe you?” “I want,” Sehun says. He draws out the last sound as he does what Junmyeon believes is think. Sehun then hisses for a second. Junmyeon looks down and sees Sehun’s thumb, swiping over the slit of his own cock. “You to call me princess.” “Princess,” Junmyeon repeats. “Call me your angel,” Sehun says. “My angel,” Junmyeon repeats. “Call me your baby,” Sehun says. “My baby,” Junmyeon repeats. “Tell me you love me and tell me you mean it,” Sehun says. “I love you and I mean it,” Junmyeon says. Sehun is silent for two seconds and Junmyeon continues. “I love you so much, baby, you’re so cute and perfect and I’m blessed to have you.” Sehun is quiet again, very obviously moved, but the show must go on, so he says, “Okay. Tell me that you’d do anything for me.” “I’d do anything for you, angel,” Junmyeon says. “Tell me I deserve the world,” Sehun says. “Call me princess.” “You deserve the world, princess,” Junmyeon says. “Touch me,” Sehun says. “Put your hand on my dick.” Sehun pulls his own hand back to make room for Junmyeon’s. Junmyeon does as he’s told and wraps his fingers around Sehun’s length. He strokes slow. “Thank you,” Sehun says. Sehun slings his arms over Junmyeon’s neck. “You’re so good to me.” Junmyeon repeats, earnestly, “Anything for you, angel.” “Oh,” Sehun says, his breath becoming a little heavier. “When we’re done, you’ll give me all the money in your wallet and I’ll put it in my pocket.” “Okay,” Junmyeon says, still stroking Sehun. “Do you like my hair?” Sehun asks suddenly. “Yes, baby,” Junmyeon says. “I like the clips.” “Which one is your favorite?” Sehun asks. “I like the ones with the heart in the middle and the glitter on the edges.” “I like that one, too,” Junmyeon agrees. “Cool,” Sehun says, giving Junmyeon a sincere smile. Then, Sehun asks, “Are you getting hard for me yet?” “Yes,” Junmyeon admits, honestly. “How many times did you think about me today? You can lie, if you want.” “I was thinking about you all day,” Junmyeon admits, to a certain extent, dishonestly. “Good answer,” Sehun says, laughing quietly. “Thought about fucking me?” “Yes,” Junmyeon admits, honestly. “Honest to God?” Sehun asks. “Honest to God,” Junmyeon says. “You’re my god,” Sehun says. “You’re mine,” Junmyeon responds. “No,” Sehun says. “Right,” Junmyeon says. “My angel.” “Your angel,” Sehun says. “My haloes are in my hair.” “Yes,” Junmyeon says. “So holy.” Then, they are quiet for a while and Junmyeon strokes Sehun at a steady, slow pace. They maintain eye contact during this time. They listen to the sounds of the outside world, a car zooming past, a squirrel at the window, and a tree tapping against the side of the house, like it wants in on the action. After a while, Sehun reaches over and hooks his fingers into the waistband of Junmyeon’s dress pants. “I want you to take these off,” Sehun says. “Stop touching me and take them off.” “Okay, baby,” Junmyeon says, getting off the bed to rid himself of his pants. “Daddy,” Sehun mumbles. It’s not the first time he’s heard Sehun say it, and it does to Junmyeon what it had done before. It makes him feel an inappropriate type of warmth, one that emanates from the center of his body to everywhere else, fingertips and toes warming as well. “Daddy,” Sehun says again when Junmyeon has thrown his dress pants to the ground. "Daddy, give me a treat, give me what I deserve." There's a certain haste in Sehun's tone, a breathlessness following his words. Sehun is excited, in more ways than one. Usually, Junmyeon is the one that has all the power, the one who tells Sehun what to do. But today, something's flipped and Sehun is a little lost, lost in his own little world of being able to say ‘jump’ and get a response of ‘how high?’. A tingling sensation washes through him as he realizes this, a spark of understanding sending all his blood south. Junmyeon just stares. He watches Sehun's chest heave. He asks, as he points at the waistband of his boxers, "Off, too?" "I'll do it," Sehun says, scrambling onto his hands and knees to crawl over to the foot of the bed, balancing on one hand when his face is right in front of Junmyeon's crotch. He uses his other hand to pull down Junmyeon's underwear. His actions are slow. He looks up at Junmyeon and gives him a little red smile. Junmyeon's cock, erect, is now right in front of Sehun's face, and for a second, Sehun thinks about how nice it would be to just rub his face all over it, but then he remembers he has a role to play. The sun has set a little bit since Junmyeon had paid attention to it, but it still lights the room, orange spilling onto the walls and carpet. There's a solid ten seconds of eye contact as Sehun pushes the undergarment all the way down. Junmyeon's boxers pool at his ankles. Sehun is smiling up at Junmyeon and Junmyeon just blinks, waiting for the next instruction or demand. “Daddy,” Sehun says again. “You like when I call you that, right?” “Yes,” Junmyeon says. “Yes, princess.” “My King,” Sehun says, lips twitching up at a corner, a stretched smirk playing on his features. He leans forward, hand wrapping around the base of Junmyeon’s length, and puts his lips on the shaft of it. He mouths his way to the tip. “Mm,” Junmyeon says. “An angel. My angel.” Then, Sehun licks at the head, tongue smoothing against hot skin. He says, with cock against his lips, “My Creator.” There’s something filthy about everything today, something filthy about the way monarchical lineage works, something filthy about the way the Bible had been written. There’s even something vaguely filthy about the way family trees branch out. Junmyeon pays attention to this for only a fleeting moment, as Sehun pulls him out of his musings by wrapping his mouth around the head of his cock, giving it a gentle suck, pacifying the both of them. Junmyeon watches as Sehun’s head dips down further, suckling his way down the shaft to the base with a quiet gag. Sehun looks up then, breathing in through his nose as he lifts back up. There’s a smearing of red and ring of it around Junmyeon’s girth. Sehun’s mouth now looks stained red, as if he’s had one cherry popsicle too many. “Daddy,” Sehun says, defaulting back to the first pet name. “Fuck my mouth and tell me how good I’m being. Tell me that I’m the best and that I’m doing good.” “Yes, baby,” Junmyeon says. He brings a hand to the back of Sehun’s head and pushes down. His other hand wraps around the hilt of his length to guide. Sehun smiles before he opens his mouth as an invitation, planting both of his hands onto the edge of the mattress. Junmyeon pushes in, past lips wrapped under teeth, past palate before settling, with cheek insides cushioning the blow. Sehun gags again as Junmyeon fits himself all the way in. Both of them stay still, Sehun staring up at Junmyeon with a slightly strained expression, eyelashes fluttering as he does his best to keep his eyes open. Junmyeon’s hand presses against the back of Sehun’s head, keeping it down. Junmyeon says, after a few seconds, voice soft, “You’re doing good, baby. You’re doing so, so, so good.” The sound of Sehun breathing through his nose somehow fills the room, the silence surrounding them seeming to have stifled their sounds. Then, Junmyeon says, “Just a little more, baby. You can do it, baby.” Sehun whimpers audibly and gives what could be perceived as a nod. He feels like he’s suffocating. A few moments later, Junmyeon relieves the pressure of his hand and Sehun comes sliding off his cock with a deep breath. Sehun licks his lips. His mouth is now slick, spit acting as gloss against the rouge of his lips. “Again,” Sehun says, voice somehow having become a bit hoarse. “More. Fuck it more, Daddy. Make me choke and cry. Don’t stop unless I hit you or you think you’re gonna cum.” “You won’t have to hit me,” Junmyeon says. He’s sure of this because he knows where Sehun draws the line. He knows what’s too much and he knows what’s just the right amount of much. “I’ll take good care of you, baby.” “Because I deserve it,” Sehun says. “Don’t forget.” “Because you deserve it,” Junmyeon says. “You deserve everything.” “Good,” Sehun says, smiling cherubically. “And I come first, right? I get to cum first, too.” “Yes, baby,” Junmyeon says, smiling a little. “You come first and you cum first.” “Sweet,” Sehun says. “Now fuck me in the mouth until I cry.” “Yes, baby,” Junmyeon says. Junmyeon puts his hand into Sehun’s hair. A hairclip falls out but neither of them care. Sehun follows the push of Junmyeon’s hand. Junmyeon pushes his cock into Sehun’s mouth and Sehun takes it to the hilt again. Then, Junmyeon thrusts, building a slow, steady pace. Sehun takes it. It pacifies him again. He sucks and sucks and Junmyeon thrusts and thrusts. “Baby,” Junmyeon says. A thrust. “You take it so well.” A thrust. “You feel so good.” A thrust. A gag. “You’re the best, the fucking best.” A thrust and another. A gag, a squeak, a whine. “The fucking best.” A thrust and another. A gag, a squeak, a whine. “Your mouth is heavenly and you deserve everything.” Sehun closes his eyes and breathes deeply, relaxing as the girth of Junmyeon’s cock invades his throat. He looks up, dazedly, seeming bored every so often. “You make me feel so good.” Three thrusts. A hum. A groan. Sehun looks up, appearing bored. Thrusts. No words. A crescendo of speed. Junmyeon thrusts and Sehun takes it. It goes fast and Sehun’s tearing up soon, and he wants to hit Junmyeon, but he doesn’t, because he knows he can do it a little longer; he knows he can take it until Junmyeon can’t. He looks up at Junmyeon, brows furrowed a bit, spit pooling in the corners of his own lips. Few tears spill and roll down his cheeks. His bangs plaster themselves to his forehead and he sweats, the glitter on his skin now shimmering with a new brightness due to the slickness of his body. “You’re taking it so good, baby,” Junmyeon says. He pets the back of Sehun’s head and Sehun hums his acknowledgement. “Just breathe, baby, you can do it, yeah.” Sehun breathes, deep, five counts in and six counts out. He’s lightheaded from a lack of air, but he knows Junmyeon should be done soon. And if not, he’ll hit, and he’ll hit hard. Above him, Junmyeon groans and Sehun looks up, lashes wet with tears. He catches Junmyeon with his head tilted back, lips parted just a bit, eyes shut. Soon, Sehun thinks, he’ll get to breathe properly soon. He whines as he takes it, the sound of his voice trembling as it carries and fills the room. Junmyeon’s head lolls forward a moment later and Sehun eyes beg. Junmyeon slides out of Sehun’s mouth and his cock straights itself against his lower stomach. Saliva coats Junmyeon’s length and Sehun’s mouth alike, slick clues to what they’ve been up to. Sehun coughs and sniffles. He says, “Daddy, I might vomit.” “Are you going to vomit?” Junmyeon asks. “Maybe,” Sehun says. He scoots back and sits up, getting off his hands and knees, posture poor as he sits. “What are you going to do if I vomit?” “Clean it up,” Junmyeon responds. “Oh. Well, I’m not going to vomit,” Sehun says. “I’m just making sure you don’t cum. By talking about vomit.” “What if I’m into that?” Junmyeon asks, half-seriously. Sehun gives Junmyeon a glare, easily settling back into the act that he’d adopted before. He asks, a bite in his tone, “Did I say you could ask questions?” “No, baby,” Junmyeon says. “Do I deserve to be asked questions?” Sehun asks. “No, baby,” Junmyeon repeats. Sehun smiles, unable to keep the act up for too long. “You’re so good to me,” Sehun says again. “Kiss me.” Junmyeon crawls onto the bed and meets Sehun in the middle of it. Then, he leans forward and puts his mouth on Sehun’s wet, wet one. Sehun kisses him eagerly, the fervor of the kiss juxtaposing the careful act he’d been putting on. Junmyeon kisses back the same way, tasting a synthetic vanilla that probably comes from the waxiness of Sehun’s lipstick. When they pull away, Junmyeon sees red smeared around Sehun’s mouth, staining the area outside his lipline. Sehun looks as if depravity had wracked through him at some point, dirtying the innocence that had once been harbored, hairclips now askew on his head, ashy strands of hair messy, his head and face reminiscent of a city after a natural disaster. Junmyeon can’t help but stare. Their faces are close. If either one of them were to move in just the slightest, their mouths would be touching again. But, neither of them move. Sehun doesn’t move and he doesn’t tell Junmyeon to move. Instead, Sehun says, “Tell me I’m pretty.” “You’re pretty,” Junmyeon says. “Tell me I’m the most beautiful person you’ve ever laid eyes on,” Sehun says. “You are the most beautiful person I’ve ever laid eyes on,” Junmyeon says. Frankly, Sehun is getting kind of bored. He doesn’t think he likes the responsibility of having this power so much, but he decides to run with it, milking this moment for all it’s worth. He says, “Get the lube and stretch me.” “Okay,” Junmyeon says. Sehun scoots back on the bed and Junmyeon gets off of it, Sehun rests his back against the headboard, bringing some of the sheets up with him, just because he likes to feel the silk on his skin. Junmyeon pulls out a bottle of lubricant from the drawer in their nightstand, almost immediately getting back on the bed. Now, Sehun’s spreading his legs, stockinged limbs resting against either edge of the mattress. He puts his hands beside him, plants his fingers into the blankets. He bares himself to Junmyeon, exposing parts of his body that he’d once promised to expose to no one else. “Come here, Daddy,” Sehun says. “Give me what I want.” “I will,” Junmyeon says. He crawls in between Sehun’s legs and rests there, on his knees, sitting on the backs of his calves as Sehun had done earlier. “I’ll give you everything you want.” “Nice,” Sehun says. Then, Junmyeon uncaps the bottle and slicks his fingers up with the lubricant. It’s vaguely sticky, the goo of the substance keeping Junmyeon’s fingers together weakly. Sehun stares at Junmyeon’s fingers and says, “Start with one.” Junmyeon nods and then slips his middle finger into Sehun. As his finger slides past Sehun’s ring of muscles, Junmyeon can feel the younger boy tense around his digit, clamping down tight for a moment before relaxing again. Junmyeon builds a slow pace for his finger once Sehun has relaxed, setting the rhythm of pleasure once more. They could dance to their lovemaking, Junmyeon had supposed at sometime in the past, though the idea was more humorous than not. Junmyeon stops thinking about this, because it’s making him want to cum less and less. Then, he looks over at Sehun’s face, where all the little, gaspy noises begin to spill, and Junmyeon wants to do the same, wants to spill all over, leave his essence in the room. But, for now, all he can do is watch Sehun, the younger’s chest heaving slowly as he takes measured breaths, calms himself to arousal. Junmyeon stares, enamored by the way Sehun’s appearance borders on angelic, the sunlight now casting its orange rays through the window and onto Sehun’s body in a way that simply makes his body glow, an aura of light surrounding his limbs, much like a halo. Like this, Junmyeon has trouble believing that Sehun is anything but a child, even though he’s very much not a child with his 21 years in tow. There’s just something so small and delicate about the angel on his bedspread-- something so dainty and delightful about the moans that escape him, his voice, equally as small as he seems, struggling to bounce off the walls in the room. In the middle of Junmyeon’s trance, Sehun begs, “Another finger.” Junmyeon obliges and immediately slips back under the spell of Sehun’s appearance. Sehun is debauched, thoroughly so at this point. Junmyeon feels the slightest bit ashamed for it, for ruining such a cute boy with the cutest hairbows and even cuter stockings. There’s something highly inappropriate about this somewhere, Junmyeon thinks, and he searches and searches his mind for something, anything, but he can’t. All he can think about now is Sehun, and how, even though Sehun demanded everything he’s been given today, Junmyeon will always be at fault for pilfering the holiness of his body. Junmyeon will always be at fault for the vulnerability Sehun shows as he unravels and bares himself to be taken. Then, the accompanying sound of Sehun’s moans stops long enough for him to ask of Junmyeon, “Another one.” Junmyeon obliges and gets knuckle deep with a third finger before Sehun’s hips cant upwards, towards the ceiling, the heavens. Sehun lets out this sound that seems to have started as a gasp but had somehow dissolved into a moan on the way out his throat. Junmyeon listens, intent, his train of thought having been stopped at the station of Sehun and only Sehun, his brain processing this moment viscerally, parsing every little detail, beginning with the feeling of Sehun’s body so close to his, Sehun’s body trying to swallow his fingers up with an urgency. Next, it’s the taste of the words Junmyeon has yet to say, catching behind his tonsils, hiding until Sehun gives him an opportunity to speak. Then, it’s the sound of Sehun’s breaths and moans and groans and pants and everything else within the immediate scope of Sehun. Secondarily, it’s the sound of the bed creaking as Sehun repeatedly lifts his hips up, trying to fuck himself on Junmyeon’s fingers. After, it’s the smell of sex already beginning to float about in the air, the spell of a vague hint of pheromones they’ve both fallen under. And, finally, most importantly, it’s the sight of Sehun, face reddened by a red flush and lipstick, glitter setting his skin aglow, hair ribbons accenting the innocence that’s threatened to be rivaled by the way his body, lithe and smooth, arches up off the bed, a clean area between back and mattress denoting the pleasure that Junmyeon imagines and hopes Sehun is experiencing. Junmyeon fans his fingers apart and Sehun writhes. Sehun eases up onto his elbows and looks over at Junmyeon. Junmyeon stares at Sehun and there’s a moment of sheer electricity between them, a beat of silent acknowledgement before Sehun says, “Daddy, fuck me.” Junmyeon obliges and immediately pulls his fingers out of Sehun with a faint, slick sound. Sehun masks any other noise with another sharp gasp, head falling back to reveal more of his neck, putting his Adam’s apple on display, a sight so sinful that Junmyeon almost starts feeling bad again-- but, of course, he doesn’t, and instead slathers a generous amount of lubricant on his own cock. “Wait,” Sehun says before Junmyeon’s able to do much else. “Hold on.” Promptly, Sehun rolls over onto his stomach and pushes up onto his knees, and he looks spoiled as he settles into silk sheets, his back sloping upwards as he rests his arms on either side of his head, his expression an eagerness masked by feigned boredom as he turns his head to the best of his ability to look up at Junmyeon, who has properly gotten onto his own knees, kneeling behind Sehun, between his spread thighs, pressing the head of his dick against Sehun’s entrance. Sehun didn’t ask for this tease, but he’s thankful anyway, allowing himself to moan before he says, seriously, “Stop fucking teasing.” “Mm,” Junmyeon responds, complacent. “Just fuck me,” Sehun says. “And tell me how much you like fucking me and how much you like me and how much I really deserve everything I want. Talk dirty and make me feel loved.” Sehun, having been stretched carefully, is on edge, and it’s tough for him to maintain his composure when his impending release is creeping up on him, slowly surfacing with every tremble of his body. Junmyeon pushes in and Sehun’s eyes almost roll into the back of his head. Sehun says, “Start slow.” Junmyeon starts, and he’s slow, every movement of his hips carefully timed, carefully angled in their search for all the right spots. He’s trying to give Sehun what he wants, so he puts his hands on thin hips and stills his own body, pulling Sehun’s body down onto his cock, letting Sehun, if he wants to, control the movements, letting Sehun, if he wants to, set the pace of their bodies. Junmyeon says, “There you go, baby, fuck yourself down on me just like that, there you go.” Sehun gets the hint and does his best to ease back onto Junmyeon’s cock. The slide is smooth, as smooth as Sehun’s voice as he moans, as smooth as the acceleration in their speed, and soon enough, Sehun’s hands are curling into smooth fabric as he, in a way that’s almost helpless, moves his lower body in a way that has Junmyeon’s head spinning. When Junmyeon looks down properly, he can see that Sehun’s cheek is pressed against the pillow, red smearing onto the pillowcase where Sehun’s mouth is, creating an abstract image of pleasure that manifests on their bedspread, glitter and sweat and lipstick becoming the preferred mediums of their art. Junmyeon spurs him on, says, “Yeah, baby, keep going. Daddy feels so good, you make Daddy feel so good.” Sehun says, “Daddy, fuck me.” Junmyeon says, “Okay, baby.” Sehun stills and Junmyeon starts to move, thrusting slowly again. “Faster,” Sehun demands, voice trembling and face sticking to the pillowcase. Junmyeon goes faster. “More, harder,” Sehun demands, a whine following his words as Junmyeon promptly adheres to his requests. “Is that good, baby?” Junmyeon asks between the sound of skin slapping together. “Good, good,” Sehun mumbles. “So, so, good.” “Just like you,” Junmyeon says, Then, he reaches down and puts his fingers into Sehun’s hair and grabs, pulling his head up that way. He yanks, but not hard enough to hurt, just enough to let Sehun knows he wants to see him. Sehun lifts his head and tilts it back, tilts it to the side, glancing at Junmyeon through his peripherals. Junmyeon leans forward, noses his way up Sehun’s glittery neck, and presses a kiss right behind Sehun’s ear. That’s all it takes for Sehun to relinquish control with a sigh and a flutter of his eyelashes, for power to be restored into the hands of Junmyeon. Junmyeon, aware, asks, lips pressed against the shell of Sehun’s ear, voice low and rough, “How about you get on your back so Daddy can watch you while he fucks you?” “Yes, Daddy,” Sehun says. Junmyeon drops Sehun down onto the bed and moves his hips back just enough for Sehun to wriggle forward and empty himself of Junmyeon’s cock. Immediately, he gets onto his back and spreads his legs, leaving enough space between his thighs for Junmyeon’s body. And, Junmyeon, Junmyeon’s on his knees, hands planted on either side of Sehun’s head on the pillow, hovering over the younger with a small smile. Sehun does his best to smile back. “So pretty,” Junmyeon says, giving Sehun a once over, eyes lingering at the expanse of pale, smooth thigh above the opening of a sheer, thigh high stocking. Junmyeon brings a hand down and plays with the fabric. Sehun stares and twitches. “Even with all that lipstick on your face and your hair a mess.” And Junmyeon isn’t even lying. It’s almost endearing seeing Sehun like this, so wrecked, so ruined from hairclip to stocking, trembling, fawnlike now that he’s lost his ability to control. He’s like a doll, a defective doll with eyes that say too much and flesh that feels too real-- his body is too pliant, too easily puppeted. Now, all Junmyeon has to do is say ‘jump’ and Sehun will oblige and then ask, ‘what else?’. Yet, both of them know that, if Sehun really wants something, all he has to do is say the word and Junmyeon would deliver. But Sehun, Sehun’s silent now, waiting for pleasure to travel his body, traverse his skin. He’s waiting for a surprise, anticipating a pleasant surge of being slammed into the headboard or being told he’s a good, good, good (the absolute best) boy. “You’re an angel, my little angel, sent from above,” Junmyeon says. “You’re the one who made me so pretty,” Sehun says, instinctually, not giving himself enough time to think. He says, “You created me, you are literally my Creator.” Then, they’re silent, staring at each other as words hang in the air, waiting to be picked and said. Sehun is the one to open his mouth first, but he closes it without saying anything else. It looks as if he’s gasping for something, anything, like a fish out of water. But, he’s swimming. He’s swimming in his thoughts and everything else. Finally, drowning in his own consciousness, he says “I’d be nothing without you.” It’s intimate, Junmyeon supposes. The sun has set completely and it’s dark and Sehun feels like he wants to see more and Junmyeon feels the same. Junmyeon scoots back on the bed and then gets off of it. Sehun watches as Junmyeon walks over to the light switch by the door and lets there be light. Warm rays from the lightbulb flood the room and Junmyeon returns to the boat that is the bed. He crawls and settles between Sehun’s thighs, on his knees as he tilts his head, taking a deep breath and looking at Sehun. He brings a hand up, puts it near Sehun’s mouth and tells him to spit. Sehun lifts his head spits into Junmyeon’s hand, eyes maintaining contact with Junmyeon’s. Junmyeon brings his wet hand onto Sehun’s face and rubs, rubs until the red on Sehun’s face is gone and staining his own fingertips instead. Junmyeon cups the side of Sehun’s face, thumb resting against the apple of Sehun’s cheek. “I made you even prettier now,” Junmyeon says. Sehun smiles, dazed, and turns his head enough to nuzzle his lips against Junmyeon’s hand. Then, Sehun reaches down and wraps his hand around the base of Junmyeon’s cock, Junmyeon’s hips shifting forward at the touch, Sehun guiding Junmyeon into his heat, inviting and warm. Junmyeon is, again, slow to begin with, but Sehun just can’t take it anymore and reaches up, grabbing Junmyeon by the chest of his shirt, pressing a frantic, sloppy kiss against his lips. “Fuck me harder,” Sehun mumbles against Junmyeon’s lips. Then, his voice is feeble as he says, “Please.” Junmyeon, pleased, nods, pulling back and taking hold of Sehun’s hips instead. He pistons his hips forward and Sehun’s sounds are bouncing off the walls, reverberating, flooding the room and Junmyeon’s ears. Junmyeon says, “Baby, you sound so good right now.” Sehun’s tone changes for just a moment, as if in response, before he closes his eyes, tilting his head back and letting pleasure overwhelm his body. From here, Junmyeon can see the roof of Sehun’s mouth and the backs of his front teeth. Junmyeon lets him stay like that for a while, muttering, “Yeah, baby, you want the neighbors to know how good I fuck you, right?” Sehun’s tone changes again and his hips surge forward in a smooth, clean motion. Junmyeon pushes his hips down and Sehun’s body twitches. Junmyeon stills and Sehun looks over at him lips still parted and stained a bit red, hair sticking to his forehead, sweat and glitter mixing to create a perfect, dewy shimmer. “Daddy,” Sehun whines. “Daddy, please.” “Look at me, Sehun,” Junmyeon demands, even though Sehun is already looking at him. Sehun, nonetheless nods, so easily overtaken by just the timbre of Junmyeon’s voice. Junmyeon reaches over and grabs Sehun’s chin, tilting his head just enough for Sehun to be looking up at him straight on. It’s difficult to believe that, at some point in the evening, Junmyeon was the one to adhere to Sehun’s every whim. Now, he’d do the same, but it’s different because Sehun begs rather than demands, whines rather than tells. It’s more natural this way, the both of them think, as Junmyeon thinks there’s nothing sexier than Sehun, so ready to give, and Sehun thinks there’s nothing sexier than Junmyeon, so ready to command. So, that’s why it works, when Junmyeon says, “Tell me what you want.” And Sehun whimpers. “It’s okay,” Junmyeon says. “You can tell Daddy.” Sehun whimpers again. “Come on, baby,” Junmyeon coaxes. “Can I cum?” Sehun finally asks. “What do you say when you want something?” Junmyeon asks. “Please,” Sehun says. “Please, please, please.” “Of course, baby,” Junmyeon finally says, wrapping his fingers around the shaft of Sehun’s cock. Sehun hisses and his eyes threaten to fall shut, but he keeps Junmyeon’s command in mind and looks at him, eyebrows furrowed, mouth agape in a whine that the air has caught. It’s floating up there, in that little word bank that had held them together in a moment of tension. “You deserve to cum.” “Do I?” Sehun asks, breathless. “Yes,” Junmyeon says. He strokes Sehun slowly, still filling him entirely. "You deserve everything, remember?” His hips roll forward and Sehun’s moans border on guttural. Junmyeon basks in the noise; Sehun wants to shut his mouth forever. “I deserve everything,” Sehun repeats. When he says it, his voice isn’t filled with the confidence that had filled it before. Instead, his tone is soft, as if he’s accepting the fact rather than dishing it out, letting the room know what he’s learned today. “Yes, baby,” Junmyeon says. His hips are slow and he focuses his attention on stroking Sehun’s erection, leading Sehun to his peak languidly. “Anything you want, it’s all yours.” “All mine,” Sehun says. He sighs airily. “You, too.” “Me, too?” Junmyeon asks with a chuckle. Sehun nods, a shy smile flickering between his expressions of pleasure. Sehun’s face, eventually, settles on a steady expression: parted lips, closed eyes, a red flush. “What do you mean?” “Nn,” Sehun voices. He’s less than coherent as Junmyeon keeps stroking. Junmyeon, as he notices Sehun’s struggle, strokes a bit faster, and Sehun’s breath hitches, head tilting back. Junmyeon’s gaze trails down the column of Sehun’s neck, where the skin is inviting and sparkly, and his eyes continue down, down, down, tracing his body with a certain scrutiny. It’s beautiful, Junmyeon thinks. So, Junmyeon says, “So beautiful. So, so, so beautiful.” “Nn,” Sehun repeats. “Lemme cum. Please, please, let me cum.” “Yes, baby,” Junmyeon says. “Soon.” “Now,” Sehun says. It’s accompanied by a writhe of his body. He eases up onto the flats of his forearms and looks up at Junmyeon. He reaches one hand up and grabs the front of Junmyeon’s shirt again. Junmyeon knows what he wants, so he meets him in the middle when Sehun almost sits all the way up to kiss him, feverish in his attempt to coax Junmyeon into letting him just release. It works, to an extent, because Junmyeon was, of course, going to let him cum anyway. It’s just that, now, there is more of an impetus to let him cum. Soft lips and warm kisses are the way to Junmyeon’s heart and hands, so he strokes, fast, as Sehun kisses and whines and Junmyeon tries to keep up. Sehun’s breaths become quicker and Junmyeon, at this proximity, may as well be able to hear Sehun’s heartbeat, the quickening of Sehun’s chest sending him into a type of overdrive. Sehun has to pull away, has to, has to, has to, and Junmyeon touches, touches, touches, thumb swiping over the head of his cock, collecting pre-cum on his fingertips. Sehun’s gaze flickers up at Junmyeon for just a second, just as Junmyeon’s hips come forward once more, a hard, staccato movement slapping against Sehun’s body. Then, Sehun’s head is moving forward, away from Junmyeon’s lips and into the crook of Junmyeon’s neck, moaning louder and louder until, all of a sudden, he stops, chokes on a sound, and spills, spills all over Junmyeon’s fingers, eyes scrunched shut in a moment of euphoria, flashes of different colors seeming to appear behind his eyelids as his body twitches and trembles, tremors of pleasure coursing down his body, everything alight as he peaks. And Junmyeon, Junmyeon is there, talking Sehun through it like he needs it, his voice soft as his lips press against the shell of Sehun’s ear, saying, “There you go, baby. That’s it. Feels good, right? Daddy made you feel good, Daddy let you cum.” Sehun nods, and, in doing so, nuzzles against the column of Junmyeon’s neck. They’re both still for a few moments until Sehun presses his lips against Junmyeon’s skin and says, voice breathy, “Thank you, Daddy.” “Anything for you, baby,” Junmyeon says. He pulls his hand up and Sehun leans back, getting back onto the flats of his forearms as he looks over at Junmyeon from a small distance. Junmyeon pulls out of him, still hard, and Sehun notices. Sehun says, “I wanna make you cum.” “Yeah?” Junmyeon asks. “Yeah,” Sehun says. He moves a bit, pulling his legs towards his chest. “Please, spread your legs a little.” Junmyeon does as such now that Sehun’s legs are out of the way. Then, Sehun scoots back a bit, resting his head, neck, and shoulders rest against the headboard once more. He pushes his legs forward, resting them straight between Junmyeon’s legs. Then, it clicks, and Junmyeon gets it, scooting forward, straddling Sehun’s body. Sehun licks his lower lip, slowly, deliberate in trying to tantalize. Junmyeon’s hand, still soiled, comes to lift Sehun’s chin. Sehun winces, but he looks up, feeling the warm stickiness of Junmyeon’s palms. Junmyeon wipes Sehun’s own release onto Sehun’s jawline, chin, and cheeks. Sehun takes it, still staring up at Junmyeon. Sehun is almost mesmerized, watching Junmyeon so hard at work, dirtying him in the most literal sense. “Want me to fuck your mouth, baby?” Junmyeon asks. “Yes, Daddy,” Sehun mumbles. Junmyeon, once his hand is clean, brings it to wrap around the base of his cock. He holds it, and, in the most pornographic way, slaps Sehun straight across the cheek with the head of it. It is almost humorous, but Sehun can’t laugh, finding more sexy than anything else. “Want your cock.” “Yeah,” Junmyeon says. “Thought so.” But, even though Junmyeon is confident, cold in his air, he brings his other hand and cushions it between the headboard and the back of Sehun’s head. Sehun then opens his mouth, and Junmyeon does a slow slide in. Sehun keeps his eyes on Junmyeon and lets his mouth hang open, half out of adoration for Junmyeon and half out of the fact that Junmyeon is starting to thrust onto his tongue, hips rocking forward. Sehun lets Junmyeon set the pace and doesn’t do much else but look up, into Junmyeon’s eyes until his head is tilting back again and he’s grunting. “Like it when I fuck your mouth like this, baby?” Junmyeon asks even though he won’t get an answer. Instead, he gets a strangled gurgle. “Mm, baby, you feel so good.” Sehun lets him go on, driving Junmyeon to his release. This is godly, Sehun thinks, he hasn’t seen anything this holy in a while. There’s something so powerful in the way Junmyeon puts both of his hands behind Sehun’s head, cradling it in a sense, as he thrusts forward rapidly, making Sehun gag and choke on his own spit. It’s that odd mixture of care and control that Sehun loves so much, embodying itself in one moment, one heavenly, heavenly moment. “Fuck,” Junmyeon says. Then, he pulls out and draws a hand back to stroke himself, quick. The head of his cock is positioned over Sehun’s still-open mouth, and he demands, “Tongue out, baby.” Sehun obliges, sticking his tongue out, panting like a dog, waiting for what he knows will come next. Junmyeon releases onto Sehun’s tongue, white dripping off the pink muscle and down onto Sehun’s chin that’s already well stained. “Swallow,” Junmyeon says, and Sehun nods, drawing his tongue back into his mouth, collecting whatever he can and swallowing. Then, Junmyeon brings his hand to Sehun’s face again and, with rough fingers, pushes whatever other release there is on his face onto Sehun’s already parted lips. Sehun licks it all up, swallows it all down, and then sticks his tongue out again. Junmyeon smiles down at him, warm as he speaks, “There you go, baby.” “It’s all gone,” Sehun says. “I did it.” “Good boy,” Junmyeon says. Sehun slumps against the headboard and stares at Junmyeon, who just keeps going, “That’s my good boy. You’re so good. I’m so proud of you.” Sehun’s heart swells and Junmyeon gets off the bed. Sehun takes the opportunity to slide down onto the mattress properly, laying his body down on the soft, soft sheets, relaxing into them. Junmyeon picks up the clothing strewn on the floor, chucking the articles into the hamper and pulling on a fresh pair of boxers. Sehun rests on the bed, watching Junmyeon scurry about the room, tidying it meticulously. It’s fairly silent, and, according to the window, it’s completely dark now. Then, Junmyeon, as he puts the lubricant back into the drawer, asks Sehun what he wants for dinner. Sehun shrugs and says, “I don’t know. Maybe spaghetti.” Junmyeon says, “okay”, then leans down to be able to kiss Sehun, who’s still on the bed. Sehun kisses back, and Junmyeon tells him that he can help make the sauce, if he wants. Sehun, hearing this, gets excited, and finally gets off the bed to pull on a pair of boxers and throw his stockings into the hamper. He runs his hands through his hair and pulls out his remaining hair clips. Junmyeon leads him into the kitchen, and they’re both as casual as ever, laughing and musing about how their days had gone. ♡♡♡