SeHo | Ride

Is That A Challenge?

Junmyeon's lips were intoxicating to Sehun. His scent was so addicting, that Sehun didn't want to stop. Sehun moaned in awe as he heard his hyung's uneasy breathing. Is this a dream again? he wondered to himself, his heart singing that he is finally getting what he has wanted. To get closer to Junmyeon. 

Sehun got thrown off when Junmyeon suddenly forced his body weight forward, pushing Sehun away off a little. He stared at Sehun in the eyes, full of sexual tension, but also a little sleepy from all the alcohol he's drunk from a few hours ago. His lips swollen and glossed from Sehun's attacking kisses. A grin slowly crept across his face as he gripped Sehun's neck. The way Junmyeon's firm grip at the back of Sehun's neck made Sehun groan, strongly aroused and feeling drunk from alcohol, but also from the growing lust. They never broke eye contact as Sehun started to push more boundaries, sticking his hand under Junmyeon's shirt, and feeling the warmth of his body. He traced the flexing abs of Junmyeon, and Junmyeon hummed in satisfactory.

"I was wondering why you were staring so hard that night," Junmyeon says under his breath, the tone changing darkly which makes Sehun's gut turn into a knot. 

"What do you mean?" Sehun asked, face suddenly getting warm again, his heart in a panic. Did he find out about the bathroom situation? Does he know and pretending not to this whole time? Does it even matter now? So many thoughts racing through Sehun's head.

"You know," Junmyeon smirked, "the costume party on Halloween. I noticed."

Sehun doesn't say anything, only feels embarrassed, suddenly the drinks that made him bold and assertive, now leaving him to sober up with the uneasy feeling that remains in his gut. His confidence slowly diminishing as Junmyeon approached him, now breaking a sweat. 

"The way you watched us make out on the couch," Junmyeon added, "The way you bit your lip getting turned on by the way I was kissing her, and feeling her up." Junmyeon leans closer and Sehun stills himself, suddenly forgetting how to breathe as he felt his breath upon his ear. "You enjoyed me doing that to her, didn't you, Sehun?" Sehun shivered, his bottom lip caught in his teeth again as he saw the fainted splotches of hickeys on Junmyeon's neck that he just planted.

"I bet," Junmyeon whispered, "that you wanted to have a threesome with us."

"I wanted you to touch me the way you touched her," Sehun admits, suddenly the weight diminishing from his shoulders as it felt so good to finally confess. He was suddenly not afraid to tell him, that he was attracted to him, another guy. Junmyeon hummed deeply along Sehun's neck, kissing it loudly and wetly. Sehun couldn't help but moan, gripping onto Junmyeon's shirt, his thoughts fogging up and his raging cock trapped in his tight pants. Sehun never wanted another guy so much in this way. The fear that Junmyeon could possibly be homophobic wasn't a concern anymore.

"Hyung," Sehun breathed, trying to form coherent sentences. "Can I...?"

Junmyeon pulled from him and licks his lips. He kisses Sehun softly on the nose and started to get up from the bed. 

"Wh-where are you going?" Sehun yelled in a slur, trying to grab Junmyeon, but he misses his arm, almost falling off of the bed.

"I'm sorry," Junmyeon said, "a bets a bet. You only asked for a kiss. Not anything else, Sehun. You think I'm that easy?"

Sehun sucks in his breath, trying to recollect himself. "Then I guess we should bet more often then?"

Junmyeon stops at the door and turns his head, smiling. "Win more races and I'll think about it. Now go and get some rest."

After he leaves the room, Sehun falls back hard on the bed, puffing, groaning in frustration. How could he tease him and leave him in such a mess? But Sehun is willing to take this challenge and do anything to win this man's heart.