Summary: It started with a bet, it ends with both sated and wanting more.
They shouldn’t be doing this.
Sehun is flushed and sweaty and he’s biting his lip super hard right now, and he puts all the blame on Zitao.
It started three weeks ago with a stupid bet, which then lead to hours of kissing and licking. Sehun isn’t sure if this is allowed but Zitao had whispered in his ear that if they did get caught, they should pretend to be drunk. Which sounds totally stupid but he really doesn’t want to argue with Zitao, not now anyway.
Zitao had gone from sucking his bottom lip to obscenely licking the shell of his ear, to his neck and now he’s—
Sehun leans against the wall because truthfully, he can’t handle all this while he’s standing; Zitao slowly licking the side of his cock. He hears a chuckle and he knows Zitao is just playing with him, that rude Chinese dude who can’t even speak Kor—
Sehun moans and grips whatever he could reach (Zitao’s sholders).
Zitao is sucking his cock a little too fast, taking in as much as he can. He can’t take that much through since this is something new for both of them, so he opts for friction with his long fingers and it’s a little too rough; as if Zitao wants him to come as soon as he can. Which is a paradox of whatever the fuck he was doing mere seconds ago.
Sehun looks down and sees that Zitao has one hand on his own cook, jerking in the same vigorous manner. He closes his eyes because he’s seen a lot of things, but seeing Zitao’s pretty mouth wrapped around his cock is something new and very arousing, especially when Zitao is also jerking himself.
He can’t help but to twitch his hips and Zitao’s gag reflex is kicking in so he tries to calm himself and think of other things (bubble tea? His grandma? Anything to keep him from getting so hard).
It’s really useless though, because now Zitao is licking his slit over and over again; going slow at first before speeding things up and when he’s gotten Sehun all worked up, slowing down again. Sehun is cursing Zitao in his head.
“I-I’m going to come,” Sehun says it breathlessly and Zitao proceeds to suck his cock even harder as a reply. He comes chocking on his moans of Zitao.
Zitao is gracious as he swallows it all, but it is a little too much so Sehun bends down to kneel beside him until their faces are on the same level and he licks the side of Zitao’s jaw, tasting his own come. He feels Zitao’s movement slow down and he takes it as a sign to take over, taking Zitao’s hand and guiding it up and down his cock.
It’s messy and pretty merciless but Zitao isn’t complaining, instead he is on his knees so that Sehun could have better access, his head is rested on Sehun’s shoulder and he is softly kissing Sehun’s neck, occasionally he will moan and it sends a shiver down Sehun’s spine.
Faster, faster, faster, ah!
It ends too quickly; Sehun does not want it to end.
“I’m sorry I was supposed to take it slow but then I remembered I promised duizhang we would go out for supper!” Zitao is saying all this as he gets up to zip his pants and he has the nerve to pout when Sehun rolls his eyes.
“Let’s. Uhm. Do this again sometime!”
Sehun blinks as a reply. “OK?”
Zitao leaves with a small smile on his face as if he did not just give a blowjob to his bandmate in the confines of a small closet. Sehun was in an amazement thinking how does someone like Zitao function but then the door reopens and Zitao is back, saying he forgot something and proceeds to give a quick peck on the lips.
“Careful when you get back, alright Sehunnie?”
He nods and once again Zitao leaves with that small smile of his.
Sehun leaves a few moments later and laughs when he meets Jongin waiting for him at the exit door, asking why his face is as flushed as Zitao’s.