#joonmyun

The fire in the fireplace burns brightly, casting the interior of the cabin in a warm glow. It flickers amber against walls and furniture and against Sehun's pale skin. Sehun is sprawled out on the couch, one long leg slung over the back of it, the other propped up on the edge of the cushions. His knitted sweater is pushed up to his armpits, he's naked from the waist down, and between his spread legs sits Joonmyun, who's slowly working a second finger into Sehun's hole.

They're in no rush to do this. Joonmyun can feel his own cock straining against the front of his pants at the sight before him, and Sehun is obviously not much better off, his dick laying full and hard against his quivering stomach. But they have all night and then some, and Joonmyun wants to take his time with Sehun, wants to appreciate and worship every inch of him, wants to let him know just how precious he is. So he keeps his motions as unhurried as the snow drizzling silently outside as he fingers Sehun open.

Sehun's breathing is heavy but calm. He's looking at Joonmyun through half-lidded eyes, his pink lips slightly parted. Joonmyun leans in to kiss the knob at the ankle of the foot that rests along the back of the couch. “You're so beautiful,” he mutters, and Sehun clenches around his digits in response.

“I know,” Sehun says with a cheeky smile. “Which is why you should fuck me.”

Joonmyun clicks his tongue. “Impatient,” he chides. He looks down to where his two fingers are moving in and out of Sehun at a steady pace. He loves playing with Sehun like this. He loves stretching him, getting him ready. With their busy schedules, they don't get to do this nearly as often as they'd like to, so right now, in this rented cabin in the mountains, he's going to take his time. They don't have anywhere to be until tomorrow.

Sehun puts one arm behind his head to prop it up so he can see Joonmyun better. “Want you to fuck me,” he mumbles. “Want your dick in me. Come on.” He clenches around Joonmyun again and jerks with a gasp when Joonmyun suddenly crooks his fingers in an upwards jab. “Hyung!”

“Patience is a virtue, baby,” Joonmyun says. He keeps massaging Sehun's prostate until Sehun is a writhing, squirming mess on the couch, then pulls out entirely. Sehun whimpers at the loss, his stretched hole fluttering around nothing. Joonmyun takes his time pouring a generous amount of lube over his hand from the travel sized bottle he brought just for this. When he goes back in, it's with three fingers, which Sehun's body accepts readily.

Sehun doesn't complain anymore, just pants and gasps and whines as Joonmyun works him open with three, then four fingers. Joonmyun loves seeing Sehun being stretched like this, loves seeing how much of Joonmyun he can take. He pushes in until the widest part of his hand slides past Sehun's rim, and Joonmyun can't hold back his moan. It's so fucking hot, the way Sehun is stuffed full of him. Joonmyun has to press the palm of his free hand against his crotch to ease the strain. “Ch-cheater,” Sehun breathes out when he sees Joonmyun touching himself. Joonmyun just chuckles breathlessly. Sehun pouts. “Hyung, stop being mean, or you're going on the naughty list.”

“Pretty sure we're both already on there,” Joonmyun says, but he retracts his fingers and grabs a few tissues from the box on the coffee table to wipe them off before he rids himself of his clothes. He has always had a tendency to run cold, so he shivers as his skin is exposed to the air of the room. Even though the fireplace is going, it's still chilly in here. Joonmyun presses himself against Sehun to steal both some of his body heat as well as a kiss while he's at it, and when Joonmyun licks into Sehun's mouth, he tastes like the gingerbread cookies they had earlier.

The kiss is broken by Joonmyun moaning as Sehun's hand wraps around his cock. Sehun jerks him off, and Joonmyun thrusts into the hold, his mouth descending to suck marks against the pale column of Sehun's throat. He pulls back to watch as Sehun guides Joonmyun's dick to his asshole, the head catching on the rim a few times before finally sliding in.

Despite all the lube and all the prep, Sehun is still tight. So tight and so hot and so perfect, Joonmyun has to take a moment to just breathe before he starts moving at all. He doesn't want this to be over so quickly. He busies himself with making out with Sehun, slow and filthy, partially because he knows Sehun is going to start whining and begging if he doesn't move soon, mostly because he wants to. He could spend the rest of eternity kissing Sehun. If everything goes according to plan tomorrow, he'll be able to do just that.

Joonmyun starts moving slowly, then gradually picks up speed, the sound of skin slapping against skin reverberating through the living room each time his hips connect with Sehun's ass. He pushes Sehun's legs up until his knees touch his chest, Joonmyun's hands on the back of his thighs, so he can fuck him deeper, harder. Each thrust knocks a breathy moan from Sehun's parted lips. He's so beautiful. So beautiful, Joonmyun feels like he's losing his mind. From the way the heat is building in his gut, he knows he won't last much longer like this.

When Sehun reaches down to jerk himself off, Joonmyun doesn't do anything to stop him. He just watches as Sehun's hand strokes his own cock, the pink tip dribbling precum. “Hyung, fuck, I'm gonna come,” Sehun breathes, voice hoarse.

“Go ahead, baby,” Joonmyun says. He lets go of one of Sehun's legs to pinch one of his nipples instead. Sehun moans, back arching as he comes all over his own stomach and chest, narrowly avoiding his sweater. Joonmyun keeps fucking him through it, even though the clench of his hole makes it harder to move. Sehun is whining, eyes squeezed shut, and Joonmyun falters. “Want me to stop?”

Sehun shakes his head. “Green. Keep going. Want you to come in me.”

“Fuck.” The moan Joonmyun lets out is guttural. He only gets a few more hard thrusts in before he buries himself as deep as he can get while his orgasm courses through him. He collapses on top of Sehun, and Sehun's leg wraps around him to keep him where he is. All he hears is his own thundering pulse, Sehun's slowing breath, and the crackle of the logs in the fireplace. They need to add some more wood to the fire soon if they want to keep it going, but for now, Joonmyun doesn't want to move. He's content to stay where he is, resting his head on Sehun's chest, his softening dick still enveloped in his heat.

“Let's not go to Chanyeol's Christmas party tomorrow and just stay here and fuck all night instead,” Sehun mutters, and Joonmyun chuckles.

“You don't mean that. I know you wouldn't want to miss Christmas.”

Sehun lets out a disgruntled noise. “I hate that you're right.” To be honest, Joonmyun wouldn't want to miss it, either. There's a small, velvet ring box that has been hiding in his office drawer for weeks. He's going to present it to Sehun at the Christmas party.

They stay cuddling for a while. Then Joonmyun pulls back so he can give Sehun a kiss. “We should probably wash up and put on some clothes,” he says. Sehun pouts and tightens his grip on Joonmyun, like he doesn't want to let him go. He squirms when Joonmyun smacks his ass. He always did like a bit of a spanking. “Don't be a brat. Let's go make use of that giant bathtub I saw earlier.” They do have a bathtub at home, but it can only fit one of them comfortably. They've tried.

Sehun's eyes light up. “Can we fuck in it?” he asks excitedly, and Joonmyun can't help the dumbfounded laugh that escapes him. Sehun truly is insatiable.