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writetomyheart2015-03-15 12:56 am
bluedreaming) wrote in writetomyheart2015-03-15 12:56 am
[team sonic] heart landscapes
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Title from Red Velvet's Be Natural.
"You’re even prettier with your face covered in come.” Sehun has to smile at Junmyeon's awed whisper, he knows his boyfriend loves him of course and yet the way he always reminds him leaves the warmest feeling in his belly. Junmyeon can't resist, he can never resist when it comes to Sehun, leaning over to trail a wet tongue over his boyfriend's white-spattered face, lines of white trickling delicately over his nose and trailing away from his puffy pink lips — Sehun likes to swallow but unless he's deep throating, the warm come shooting down directly into his tummy, his mouth just isn't big enough. It's a constant source of petulant frustration that sets Junmyeon giggling for hours so Sehun indulges himself. There's nothing better than a smiling Junmyeon, especially since he knows that work is so stressful and all Junmyeon wants to do when he comes home is sleep, until Sehun coaxes him out of his corporate funk and into the playful boy he used to be when he was younger, before the pressures of society started to weigh him down.
Junmyeon's scared of becoming his father but Sehun won't let that happen. I'll never let you go. And in the tender touches between cheerful banter and sex that keeps his skin perpetually flushed, Sehun can read the commitment Junmyeon has in return for their relationship. You always play for keeps.
Junmyeon licks his lips with a wet smacking sound that has Sehun wriggling in the sheets, his face slightly sticky but entirely clean from his boyfriend's gentle ministrations. He's delighfully sleepy but Junmyeon's cock growing hard again against his leg sends excited shivers across his skin and he can't help bucking up against his leg, trying to get some friction as his own dick begins to stir —
"Dammit, Junmyeon," he complains, voice still breathy, "I don't think I can go for another round." That's only partially true; it's a fact that after two rounds he's a little sore between the legs, even though they took a break and Junmyeon gave in to Sehun's demands for his cock in his mouth, but his belly is still warm and full with come that he's kept so carefully, clenching tightly even when he was distracted by the smooth texture of Junmyeon's foreskin in his mouth, and he's not going to give up now.
Junmyeon only winks, reaching for the bottle of lube. "Turn over," he says, trickling his fingers over Sehun's hip, lines of fire spreading in their wake; Sehun is face first in the silk sheets before his mind's had time to catch up with his over-eager body.
"But I don't want . . ." he protests, only half serious, Junmyeon leaning forward to whisper reassurances in his ear.
"I have something else in mind." The air from his breath tickles Sehun's ear and he can't help wiggling in anticipation. He loves Junmyeon's "something elses" more than anything else.
Junmyeon trickles the cold lube between his thighs, spreading it with his fingers, and Sehun thinks he know where this is going, his erection rock hard against the mattress in anticipation. He wines slightly when Junmyeon's fingers leave his skin, but when Junmyeon slides his hot cock in between Sehun's thighs, motion slow and just a little tentative, Sehun can't manage to muffle his moan in the pillow. It feels so good. He can hear Junmyeon chuckling overhead and raises his head to — he's not sure what as all the thoughts leave his head, Junmyeon sliding back and then pushing harder between the soft slickness of his creamy thighs, picking up a rhythm and Sehun never thought he could get off of someone thigh-fucking him, he'd never even considered it, but he's seriously reconsidering his life decisions as Junmyeon slides in and out of the slick tightness between his thighs and Sehun rocks himself into the mattress, straining for any friction because he's so so hard and Junmyeon is driving him over the edge . . .
He finally reaches a hand down and begins fisting himself, the strokes harder than he would normally like but he's so turned on, even light touches sending shockwaves deep into his groin, he can tell by the shift in Junmyeon's breathing that he's close and with one last thrust, Junmyeon driving slickly into the cleft between his thighs, and one last stroke with his hand, forefinger digging into the slit, they climax in unison, Sehun moans at the warm come painting the backs of his thighs as Junmyeon pulls himself up, Sehun himself coming thickly over his hand and into the sheets below his stomach.
"You okay?" Junmyeon whispers in his ear after slumping down into the sheets beside him, sweat dotting his brow, his expression beatific.
"Of course." Sehun sticks out a tongue even as his eyes are half closing with exhaustion and Junmyeon laughs, slinging a sweaty arm over his boyfriend's shoulder and pulling up the thin silk sheet because they're both too sleepy and soft with afterglow to bother getting out of bed to clean up. Later, Sehun thinks, even though he knows he'll probably regret it. But the sheets against his skin are too smooth, Junmyeon's warmth so comforting, that he can't muster up enough energy to bother, drifting off to sleep under the coolness of silk.
Title from Red Velvet's Be Natural.
"You’re even prettier with your face covered in come.” Sehun has to smile at Junmyeon's awed whisper, he knows his boyfriend loves him of course and yet the way he always reminds him leaves the warmest feeling in his belly. Junmyeon can't resist, he can never resist when it comes to Sehun, leaning over to trail a wet tongue over his boyfriend's white-spattered face, lines of white trickling delicately over his nose and trailing away from his puffy pink lips — Sehun likes to swallow but unless he's deep throating, the warm come shooting down directly into his tummy, his mouth just isn't big enough. It's a constant source of petulant frustration that sets Junmyeon giggling for hours so Sehun indulges himself. There's nothing better than a smiling Junmyeon, especially since he knows that work is so stressful and all Junmyeon wants to do when he comes home is sleep, until Sehun coaxes him out of his corporate funk and into the playful boy he used to be when he was younger, before the pressures of society started to weigh him down.
Junmyeon's scared of becoming his father but Sehun won't let that happen. I'll never let you go. And in the tender touches between cheerful banter and sex that keeps his skin perpetually flushed, Sehun can read the commitment Junmyeon has in return for their relationship. You always play for keeps.
Junmyeon licks his lips with a wet smacking sound that has Sehun wriggling in the sheets, his face slightly sticky but entirely clean from his boyfriend's gentle ministrations. He's delighfully sleepy but Junmyeon's cock growing hard again against his leg sends excited shivers across his skin and he can't help bucking up against his leg, trying to get some friction as his own dick begins to stir —
"Dammit, Junmyeon," he complains, voice still breathy, "I don't think I can go for another round." That's only partially true; it's a fact that after two rounds he's a little sore between the legs, even though they took a break and Junmyeon gave in to Sehun's demands for his cock in his mouth, but his belly is still warm and full with come that he's kept so carefully, clenching tightly even when he was distracted by the smooth texture of Junmyeon's foreskin in his mouth, and he's not going to give up now.
Junmyeon only winks, reaching for the bottle of lube. "Turn over," he says, trickling his fingers over Sehun's hip, lines of fire spreading in their wake; Sehun is face first in the silk sheets before his mind's had time to catch up with his over-eager body.
"But I don't want . . ." he protests, only half serious, Junmyeon leaning forward to whisper reassurances in his ear.
"I have something else in mind." The air from his breath tickles Sehun's ear and he can't help wiggling in anticipation. He loves Junmyeon's "something elses" more than anything else.
Junmyeon trickles the cold lube between his thighs, spreading it with his fingers, and Sehun thinks he know where this is going, his erection rock hard against the mattress in anticipation. He wines slightly when Junmyeon's fingers leave his skin, but when Junmyeon slides his hot cock in between Sehun's thighs, motion slow and just a little tentative, Sehun can't manage to muffle his moan in the pillow. It feels so good. He can hear Junmyeon chuckling overhead and raises his head to — he's not sure what as all the thoughts leave his head, Junmyeon sliding back and then pushing harder between the soft slickness of his creamy thighs, picking up a rhythm and Sehun never thought he could get off of someone thigh-fucking him, he'd never even considered it, but he's seriously reconsidering his life decisions as Junmyeon slides in and out of the slick tightness between his thighs and Sehun rocks himself into the mattress, straining for any friction because he's so so hard and Junmyeon is driving him over the edge . . .
He finally reaches a hand down and begins fisting himself, the strokes harder than he would normally like but he's so turned on, even light touches sending shockwaves deep into his groin, he can tell by the shift in Junmyeon's breathing that he's close and with one last thrust, Junmyeon driving slickly into the cleft between his thighs, and one last stroke with his hand, forefinger digging into the slit, they climax in unison, Sehun moans at the warm come painting the backs of his thighs as Junmyeon pulls himself up, Sehun himself coming thickly over his hand and into the sheets below his stomach.
"You okay?" Junmyeon whispers in his ear after slumping down into the sheets beside him, sweat dotting his brow, his expression beatific.
"Of course." Sehun sticks out a tongue even as his eyes are half closing with exhaustion and Junmyeon laughs, slinging a sweaty arm over his boyfriend's shoulder and pulling up the thin silk sheet because they're both too sleepy and soft with afterglow to bother getting out of bed to clean up. Later, Sehun thinks, even though he knows he'll probably regret it. But the sheets against his skin are too smooth, Junmyeon's warmth so comforting, that he can't muster up enough energy to bother, drifting off to sleep under the coolness of silk.