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Sehun's friends knew about Kris. He told them about the really attractive photographer that he met when he went to China but when they asked to see the photos he'd taken he lied and said that Kris's company was really strict about letting private projects out even if he was the model in the photos. They all thought that was strange but didn't press the issue.
Kris, on the other hand, hadn't told anyone about Sehun – but only because he had no one to tell. He had Yixing, but he didn't like bringing Sehun up to him because he never had anything nice to say. It didn't matter to Kris, though; he liked having Sehun to himself.
His career was finally picking up speed. He wasn't a big-time photographer by any stretch of the imagination, but his superiors were taking him seriously now. Kibum couldn't stop telling Kris how impressed he was with the work he'd done with Sehun, and he acted as Kris's wingman by talking him up to the more senior members of the company. The ones who were impressed let Kris tag along on some of their bigger shoots and learn some more advanced techniques. The ones who weren't totally convinced kept a close eye on him.
Sehun's career, from the perspective of those looking in, was in a rut. In reality, it was flourishing; he was constantly answering the phone with a middling voice and adjusting it to be higher when the person on the other end introduced themselves as a representative for a cosmetics company or fashion house. They told him that they were seriously considering having Sehun on as a spokesmodel, which would lead to him going back to China for work. The idea of this never failed to excite him; not only was he finally hitting his stride, but it would give him a reason to go back to China and be with Kris.
Being with Kris was what Sehun wanted more than anything most days. There was only so much they could do through a computer or the tiny lenses on their cell phones' cameras. On those occasions when their conversations would take a sexual turn, Sehun wanted Kris to physically be doing the things he said he would do, and he wanted to physically do things in return. He wanted to know what Kris felt like inside of him and what it sounded like when Kris panted in his ear and called him a good girl.
But they both knew that that would come in due time. They didn't know how or when they'd be drawn together again, but they were positive that it was coming down the pipeline.
Kris
Kris still hadn't gotten used to the way his heart would flutter when Sehun's face filled his computer screen, all smiles and sleepy eyes. It was the part of his day that he looked forward to most, whether or not Sehun knew it.
"Are you all moved in?" Sehun asked, referring to Kris's new apartment. With work picking up, he'd been bringing in a lot more money and was able to finally move out of the cramped apartment he'd been living in since he moved to Shanghai.
"Pretty much," Kris replied, his voice echoing off of the walls. The apartment was much more spacious than the last, so much so that even though he had brought all of his furniture with him, the place still felt empty. "I need to unpack a few things but otherwise, I'm good to go."
"Good," Sehun said. "Maybe I'll get to see it sometime." Kris made to pick up his laptop and show Sehun around, but Sehun stopped him. "No, no. I want it to be a surprise. Don't show me."
Kris cracked a smile. "All right. Sounds to me like you've got your mind almost made up," he said.
Sehun cocked his head to the side. "What do you mean?"
"I don't know, you just sound like you fully intend to make your way out here soon," Kris said. "I wouldn't mind that. I haven't seen you in… four months?"
"Has it really been that long? Time flies," Sehun said. He shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe. We'll see. Why don't you come to Korea? It's nice, I'd show you around… plus, you need to put that Korean to work. You're good but you could be better."
"I understand you well enough, I think I'm fine," Kris said with a laugh. "No, I want to come out there, but it's hard to get vacation time… maybe I'll find a way. Schedule a shoot in Seoul or something." He laughed again. "If I should be so lucky. They don't trust me to do anything besides local stuff right now."
"Ah, well," Sehun said, propping his head up on his palm, "something will work out eventually. Don't worry about it."
"I admire your confidence," Kris said. Sehun gave him a wink and his heart fluttered again.
Kris arrived at his apartment building later than usual one night about a week after he moved in. He stayed late to have Yixing show him some editing tips and then had a few drinks before heading home. When he walked into the lobby, it hit him that he hadn't even called Sehun to let him know they couldn't chat that night at their normal time. Overwhelmingly guilty, he pulled out his phone to type Sehun a quick message.
To: Sehun
Just wanted to let you know I'm okay, in case you were worrying why I hadn't been online like usual. Stayed late at work; if you're up to it, we can talk in about ten minutes? Sorry~
As Kris stepped into the elevator, his phone buzzed in his hand.
From: Sehun
It's okay~
Kris panicked; he couldn't tell if Sehun was pissed off with him or not but it seemed more likely that he was, judging by how short he was in his response and how he didn't even comment on Kris's suggestion. Kris quickly called him, only to be sent straight to voicemail.
He willed the elevator to move faster, so that he could get on his computer and apologize to Sehun in the event that he really was upset with him for making him wait up. Kris slipped through the elevator doors as soon as they opened and jogged down the hall to his apartment door.
Kris paused in the doorway once he unlocked and opened the door. He usually left a lamp on, since he wasn't yet accustomed to the layout of his apartment and didn't want to be searching for light switches in the dark. He was sure he left the lamp on before he went to work that morning, but now the place was pitch black. He woke up his phone and used the screen as a flashlight as he walked in and started looking for the light switch; he breathed a sigh of relief when he found it and flicked it on. He started to take off his jacket while walking to the closet and almost leaped out of his skin in surprise.
Leaning against the archway to Kris's living room was Sehun, fully cross-dressed in a shoulder-length chocolate brown wig, makeup, a tight, short, black, faux-leather dress, matching heels, and fishnet stockings.
"Holy… shit," Kris muttered. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Good evening to you, too," Sehun said with a grin. He looked around and nodded in approval. "This place is really nice. Very homey."
"Seriously, how did you get in here? Why are you even in Shanghai?" Kris stammered a bit. "I mean, I don't mind that you're here, not at all, but I'm just… confused…"
"I'm meeting with a few representatives that are interested in having me model for them," Sehun said. "I've known about this for a few weeks but I wanted to surprise you. Who would have known that that one time I got locked out of my parents' house and needed to pick the lock to get in would come in handy again?"
Kris laughed incredulously and Sehun wiggled his eyebrows playfully. "You're a trip. I thought you were mad at me for not letting you know I'd be home late but here you are…"
"Here I am," Sehun said, walking over to Kris with slow strides. He pushed the rest of his jacket off his shoulders and arms and hung it up for him.
"How long are you in town?" Kris asked, putting a hand on Sehun's hip as he shut the closet.
"Only a few days this time… but, if all goes well tomorrow morning, I might end up moving out here." Kris's face lit up and Sehun smiled. "Cute. I want to be closer to you, too."
"Where are you staying?" Kris asked. Sehun accented his question with a quick but lingering kiss.
"Here, hopefully," Sehun responded, and Kris nodded eagerly. Sehun snorted with laughter. "You're really cute. Stop it."
"Make me." The laughter subsided and left a coy smirk in its wake. Sehun let Kris twirl him around and push him up against the wall, pinning his hands above his head as he kissed him deeply.
"I want you to fuck me on your living room floor," Sehun whispered between kisses, turning Kris right on like a light. Kris dragged him into the living room by his wrists, never breaking the kiss, and pushed him onto the couch.
Kris grasped the crook of one of Sehun's legs and raised it, letting his hand slide up to his ankle. He placed a kiss where his ankle and the buckle of his shoes met and Sehun gazed up at him curiously. "You drive me crazy when you wear these," Kris said, thinking of the steamy photos Sehun would send to his phone. He usually wore just the fishnet stockings and nothing else, but the sight of them alone set his world on fire.
"Why do you think I wore them?" Sehun said with a cheeky smile. He pulled his leg away from Kris and started unbuckling his shoes, then tossed them aside with an audible clunk. "We won't be needing those."
Kris maneuvered Sehun so that he was in a position to lie on his back on the couch and then settled between his legs, kissing him deeply as he pulled one of Sehun's long legs to rest around his waist. He moved his hips in slow circles against Sehun's, relishing in the pleased moan he garnered from him.
Kris tugged at the hem of Sehun's dress, and Sehun lifted his hips to assist him. Once the dress was up to Sehun's navel, Kris broke their kiss and looked down between the two of them.
"Do you want a better look?" Sehun asked, not waiting for Kris's answer before he wriggled from beneath him. Kris sat back on his knees while Sehun turned around, back arched and ass pointed in Kris's direction.
"You're the devil, I'm sure of it," Kris said under his breath, cupping Sehun's ass in his hands. He ran a thumb down the seam of his ass, letting the tip of his thumb catch on the slender strip of material.
"You've got me all hard in my panties, Daddy," Sehun purred, and Kris let out a shuddery breath. They always played this game over the phone but hearing those words and seeing the body that those words were coming from in the flesh was like an out-of-body experience. "Are you going to make me cum in them again?"
"Fuck, shut up," Kris groaned. He reached between Sehun's legs and, sure enough, he was rock solid. Kris got closer to Sehun, his crotch flush against his ass, and tried to keep himself from ripping those fishnets open as Sehun wiggled his ass a bit.
"Oh, you're hard, too," Sehun whispered, and Kris bit his lip.
"Didn't I tell you to shut up?"
Sehun gazed back at him over his shoulder. "What will you do if I don't shut up?" He smiled brightly.
"I'll make your ass blood-red," Kris threatened, giving him a warning slap. Sehun hissed.
"Mm, I like that, though," he said. "So I won't shut up. You can't make me."
"You're lucky that I like your voice," Kris said, and Sehun winked at him.
"I still want you to spank me, though," Sehun said, pushing back against Kris, and Kris held fast to his hips.
"Not this time. We have to do it on my terms, not yours," Kris said, standing up from the couch to undo his belt.
Sehun sat down and pouted. "That's not fair. Why?"
"What did you call me earlier?"
"Daddy."
"That'swhy."
Sehun narrowed his eyes and brought his knees to his chest, then spread his legs, all the while staring Kris down. Kris followed Sehun's hand with his eyes as he splayed his fingers against his abdomen and slid downward until his hand was inside the fishnets. With deft fingers, Sehun pulled aside the crotch of his thong and Kris marveled at his hard cock pressed against the holes in the stockings. Wordlessly, still staring into Kris's eyes, he began to stroke himself, and with his free hand, he beckoned Kris closer with a slender finger.
"Daddy's so obedient," Sehun crooned as Kris knelt on the couch beside him. He tugged Kris's pants down and wrapped his fingers around his cock. With a tentative lick and his eyes fixed on Kris's, Sehun started to suck him while jerking himself off.
Kris lost his breath, tipping his head back as Sehun let the head of his cock hit the back of his throat. "Good girl," he muttered.
Sehun pulled his mouth off and stroked Kris, rubbing the tip against his lips. "Say it again, please."
"Good girl," he repeated, gasping as Sehun took him in again, further this time, eyes squeezed tight. He gagged around him for a few seconds then backed off, gazing up at Kris with teary eyes and panting hard.
"Fuck me now," Sehun whispered, and Kris nodded. Sehun's mouth felt incredible but if he was meant to be completely honest, he'd been waiting for this moment for nearly five long months.
Sehun pulled his hand out of his stockings and began to pull the dress up over his head, revealing miles and miles of toned flesh. Kris took off his shirt and as he tossed it aside, he saw Sehun hook his thumbs in the waistband of the fishnets to take them down. "Leave those on," Kris said.
Sehun smirked. "All right. I will." He chuckled as Kris put his hands on his waist and pulled him to him, tasting the last of Sehun's lip gloss and himself as he kissed him.
"Get on all fours for me, on the floor," Kris said as he pulled away, and Sehun nodded. As he knelt to the ground on his hands and knees, Kris took off the rest of clothes, then sidled up behind Sehun. He pulled the fishnets down around Sehun's thighs and pulled the back portion of the thong aside. A little, stifled moan came from Sehun as Kris dragged a finger along his entrance.
"Shit, wait a minute," Kris said, not wanting to leave Sehun for a second but doing so was absolutely essential if they were going to get anything done. Before Kris could make to get up, Sehun muttered a quick nonono and pulled a bag from beside the couch. He rummaged through it and soon produced a bottle of lube and a condom. "Thinking on your feet, I see."
"If you left even for a few seconds, I'd probably end up jerking off to the thought of you and ruin all of our fun," Sehun said, pushing his hips back eagerly. Those words were enough to make Kris spring into action, rolling the condom on and pouring lube onto his fingers.
He smeared some of the lube on Sehun's entrance, teasing him with his fingers at the same time. Sehun looked back at Kris as he pressed a finger inside, his eyes fluttering shut. He got a second finger in and started fucking Sehun open, feeling more blood pulse to his cock with every whimper that left Sehun's mouth.
"Please, please," Sehun whispered, blissed out, and Kris slowly removed his fingers and replaced them with his cock.
Kris cursed under his breath at the tight squeeze, and again when Sehun pushed back and got him as deep inside as he could manage. "Oh, it feels better than I imagined," Sehun breathed with a slight laugh. Kris put his hands on Sehun's hips and took control, thrusting in and out slowly but deeply.
Kris could have fucked Sehun like that for the rest of his life, memorizing the arch in his back and the dips of his waist, but he didn't mind it when Sehun complained that his knees hurt and he wanted to change positions. He wanted to see the enjoyment that he was hearing; he wanted to see Sehun's face when he was like this.
Sehun rolled onto his back and Kris ran his hands up what was exposed of Sehun's thighs, hooking his fingers in the waistband of the fishnet stockings and pulling them the rest of the way off slowly, carefully. Sehun smiled at Kris as he tugged the fabric off his feet, then, legs raised straight up in the air, he pulled the thong to his knees and let Kris remove that as well. Kris shouldered Sehun's legs open and fell between them, enjoying the feeling of Sehun's warm, naked body against his as he kissed him.
Kris went to card his fingers through Sehun's hair but was instead met by the netting of his wig. He gently pushed it off and away, then finally tangled his fingers in Sehun's hair, which had grown longer and was back to its natural color.
Sehun shifted his hips beneath Kris then reached between the two of them to take Kris's cock into his hand and guide it back inside of him. Kris thrust slowly into Sehun's fist and reentered him, noting Sehun's satisfaction when he breathed hard into his mouth and clawed at his back.
Sehun begged him to fuck him harder and Kris obliged, sitting back on his knees with each of Sehun's legs in both of his arms. He looks beautiful like this, Kris mused, watching Sehun writhe and squeeze his eyes shut and moan and stroke himself. He wanted nothing more than to scoop Sehun up and hold him close while he fucked him, but that would mean taking his eyes off of Sehun's face and marring the beauty in front of him that was happening because of him.
Sehun let his head loll to the side as he took deep, quiet breaths, muttering Kris's name as he jerked his cock. Kris felt Sehun's legs tense up and he knew he was close. "Not yet," Kris whispered, and Sehun looked up at him. "Cum with me."
Sehun began to groan in protest but stopped when Kris dropped one of his legs and gripped the base of his cock and showed no sign of letting go. Sehun panted in defeat as Kris continued to pound into him, his grasp never faltering.
It was only when Kris felt himself reaching his end that he loosened his grip and started jerking Sehun's cock with quick, short strokes and fucking him with the same rhythm. It wasn't long before Kris's hand and Sehun's stomach were speackled with cum and Kris was doing the same deep inside of Sehun.
Kris slowly pulled out, watching Sehun's chest rise and fall, a shaky hand pressed to his lips. Sehun eventually sat up as Kris took the condom off and went to dispose of it. "You okay?" Kris asked, glancing at him as he walked to the trashcan.
Sehun smiled and nodded. "I'm okay. Hurry up, I want to kiss you."
Within moments, Kris was back by his side, pressing their lips together. As Kris pulled away, Sehun put a hand behind his head and pulled him back, gently knocking their foreheads together. They stayed like that and Sehun closed his eyes, a smile on his face. Kris felt his heart skip a beat as the light reflected off of the glitter in Sehun's eyeshadow.
Sehun
Sehun woke up with the space on the bed next to him empty and a note on the pillow. Let's hope this isn't a trend, he thought as he unfolded the note with sleepy fingers.
Good morning~
Sorry that I left on you again. I have a way with doing that, right? Kibum called and told me to be at work early for a meeting and I didn't want to wake you up to tell you... good luck at your meeting and I'll see you in the afternoon~
Kris
Sehun was wide awake now – he'd managed to forget all about his meeting with the representative from the cosmetics company. He glanced at the clock; he hadn't overslept but he might as well have, since it was going to take him a while to get ready. He'd showered the night before, so that was out of the way, but his entire makeup routine would easily take up the better part of an hour. Then he realized that sitting in bed worrying was taking up more time than getting up and getting ready would and he launched into action.
He brushed his teeth then rummaged through his suitcase for the outfit he had planned for the day, a peplum blouse and straight-legged slacks with a pair of sensible heels. He tugged it all on then did his makeup as quickly but as accurately as possible. Ignoring his rumbling stomach, he grabbed his things and headed for the door – where he found another note.
Oh, I almost forgot – I put the spare key in the mailbox just in case you get here before I do. The door locks automatically so I don't want you to get locked out~
Good luck again ^^
Kris
Sehun smiled as he took the note off of the door and shoved it into his clutch. He turned the knob and, before letting the door close, checked the mailbox – the key was there like Kris said it would be. With that, he went on his way and hoped he wouldn't show up late.
Sehun had forgotten what it felt like to be so closely examined. It was one thing when it was pictures and another when he was meeting with a photographer, but sitting face to face with three extremely critical-looking women who were holding the future of his career in his hands made him feel like he was getting ready to walk the plank.
Two of the women didn't speak Korean, so the third was there to interpret. She was young, looked a bit like an intern, so Sehun wasn't too afraid of her. He was more scared of the two older women, who had gone through this time and time again and might be able to see through his façade. They might not be so nice as to keep quiet about it, either.
Sehun watched them thumb through his portfolio on a tablet and glance at his paper-based resume, which had been printed out but not before someone – probably the interpreter – went through and rewrote everything into Mandarin. They occasionally cast glances at him, to which he silently responded with a nod and a weak smile, but very rarely spoke.
Sehun had gotten used to the silence so it made him jump when one of the women started speaking.
"Ms. Zhang wants to know how good you are at Chinese," the interpreter said in Korean to Sehun.
"I don't know very much, unfortunately. I can't read it or write it but I can understand bits and pieces," Sehun responded.
The interpreter reiterated this to Ms. Zhang, who nodded slowly and looked to the other Chinese woman. That woman started speaking as well and the interpreter listened for a few moments before translating for Sehun.
"Ms. Feng says that because you're going to be a spokesmodel, you won't have to do much talking, but there might always be a chance that someone will want to interview you. If that happens, you'll have an interpreter, but it would make you look more favorable if you could converse a bit in Chinese." Ms. Feng spoke again, the interpreter listened, and then she began to translate again. "Since you don't have an agency, who would train you in Chinese for free, and you have no interest in joining an agency, you can take lessons with this company for the duration of your contract for a small fee that would be subtracted from your pay each month. That is, of course, if you decide to join us."
Of course Sehun's answer was ‘yes, of course' but common sense told him he needed to dig a bit deeper. "That sounds fine, but it's really miniscule compared to everything else, isn't it? Learning Chinese, I mean. Since you say I don't really have a pressing need to learn the language, I think that a few other things need to be taken into consideration… like, for instance, what this monthly pay would be, what it includes…"
Sehun waited for the interpreter to tell the two older women what he said and for one of them to answer. "Ms. Zhang says that the pay will, of course, fluctuate based on consumer wants and if new products come out and you're selected to model them. We start with a base pay of 74,000 yuan over the course of your contract, excluding housing and travel costs. So if you signed a six-month contract, you'd receive a total of 74,000 yuan. If you renew it for another six months, you get a second 74,000 yuan and so on."
Sehun tried to do the conversions in his head; 74,000 yuan in six months wasn't bad, but it wasn't anything to write home about either. Still, he couldn't complain; it was more than he was making now.
"All right. I think you've got a deal."
The interpreter relayed this to Ms. Zhang and Ms. Feng, who smiled widely for the first time since Sehun had entered the room. They signed the contract, shook hands, and sent Sehun on his way.
Sehun couldn't help thinking about how domestic it felt to be letting himself into Kris's apartment, the mail in one hand and the apartment key in the other. He slipped the key back into the mailbox and shut the door behind him, then placed the mail on a table beside the door and leaned against the wall to take off his shoes.
In a few hours, Kris would be home from work. Sehun pictured Kris trudging towards him with his camera bag slung over one shoulder and leaning in to give him a quick kiss and tell him how happy he was to be home. They'd probably order food then sit at the table and talk about their days over dinner, Kris going on and on about photography while Sehun waits for a free moment to tell him the good news. Kris would be ecstatic, and they'd spend the rest of the night making plans for Sehun's new life in Shanghai.
Sehun groaned in spite of himself. He was never the type to get so overly attached to the idea of spending a few seasons with any particular somebody. Then again, he hadn't had many chances to; he had been too young before to understand those types of feelings, and while he wasn't necessarily older and wiser now, he felt like he was at the right age to be considering a relationship that went beyond going out for drinks and spending the night exchanging sexual favors.
It helped that Kris was so outright in his acceptance of everything Sehun had chosen to do with his life thus far; how he wasn't angry when he found out that Sehun had been tricking him and how he even let the tiny flicker between them before he knew Sehun's secret ignite into something more. For once, he wasn't feeling unsure of himself, or of his feelings, or of how Kris felt for him but he'd be lying if he said that didn't scare the living shit out of him.
Sehun realized he'd been standing against the wall with his shoes in his hand, staring into space, for a good chunk of time and gave his head a shake to bring him back to reality. It was only then that it hit him how tired he was, and how badly his feet and calves ached from wearing heels all day. He undressed on the way to the bathroom, removed his makeup and took a quick shower, and didn't even bother getting dressed before he collapsed onto Kris's bed and decided to take a nap.
Sehun woke up to a dull thud against the floor. He rolled over sleepily and found Kris in the doorway, a pained look on his face.
"I was trying not to wake you up," he said. He gestured at his camera bag, which was sitting on the floor. "The stupid strap has been acting up lately, so when I held onto it to put the bag down the strap slipped and it fell. Sorry."
"Is your camera all right?" Sehun asked, shielding his eyes as Kris flicked on the lights.
"Yeah, it should be fine. The thing's pretty tough and the bag is padded so I'm not too worried," Kris said, shrugging off his jacket.
Sehun shifted beneath the bedsheets then decided to sit up and give up on going back to sleep. He suddenly had a moment of clarity – he had to tell Kris about how his day went. He'd been so tired that he almost forgot about the most important reason for his trip.
"How was today?" Kris asked, as if reading Sehun's mind.
"Ah… it was okay," Sehun said.
"Okay? What's that supposed to mean?" Kris asked.
Sehun shrugged. "I mean, I'm just moving to Shanghai in the extremely near future, but other than that…"
Sehun smiled as Kris's face lit up. "Are you fucking around?" Kris asked.
Sehun shook his head and closed his eyes as Kris nearly tripped over himself to get to him and pull him in for a kiss.
"I can't even explain how happy it makes me to hear that," Kris said, ruffling Sehun's hair with his fingers. "Not that I expect anything less, but now that it's definitely happening... I'm happy things are starting to look up for you. I really am."
"But you're happier that I'll be around more often, right?" Sehun said, half-jokingly.
"Well, that too," Kris admitted with a coy smile. He trailed a finger along the angle of Sehun's jaw. "Being with you in person beats the hell out of seeing you through a computer screen."
Sehun's heart fluttered and if he'd been standing, he was sure his knees would have been weak. "I agree."
Kris looked down at him contemplatively, a wry smile on his face, and then he glanced downward. "Are you naked?"
Sehun glanced down at his bare chest as well. "Oh, I am. I took a shower and just fell asleep without getting dressed. I promise."
"Hm. I thought maybe you were waiting for me," Kris said with a quick raise of his eyebrows, and Sehun rolled his eyes.
"Make me food and then we'll talk about that," Sehun said.
"I can't cook," Kris complained. "But… since you're leaving really soon and we should celebrate your contract… I'll try my best not to burn the water this time." Kris winked at him as he left the room and went into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.
Sehun huffed and fell back against the mattress, his head bouncing gently against the pillows. He listened as Kris turned on the shower and thought for a moment that if he hadn't just showered a few hours ago, he would have happily gone to join him.
Kris
"Why didn't you tell me that she was back in town?"
Kris jumped with a start at the sudden voice; he'd been working in silence for a few hours so the only sounds he knew were his breathing and the click of his mouse.
"Who?" Kris asked, only just realizing that the person speaking to him was Yixing, who had entered into his secluded space in the studio without invitation, as per usual.
"Sehun! I heard Kibum bragging about how your photos got her signed to a semi-major contract and how the people from the company called him to tell him how impressed they were with her," Yixing said.
Kris looked at him in confusion. It was strange that the company would call Kibum, of all people, seeing as Sehun and Kibum had never even met – but they would more readily have Kibum's extension than Kris's judging by his position on the totem pole. "Oh, it just… slipped my mind, I guess," Kris said.
In all truthfulness, he didn't really want to talk about Sehun; the whole reason he'd gone to his hiding spot to work is so he could focus on work and not on how hard it was to say goodbye to Sehun at the airport that morning.
"I guess I can't blame you. If I were busy ending a long dry spell the last thing on my mind would be telling my buddies that my girl was in town," Yixing said teasingly. Kris only eyed him and went back to his work. "When is she going home?"
"She already did," Kris muttered. It felt strange calling Sehun she but it was all Yixing – or anyone, for that matter – knew and he wasn't about to change that.
"That sucks. Still didn't get to meet her," Yixing said. He shrugged. "Oh, well. She's coming back soon for work, right? Maybe we'll meet then."
Kris shrugged resignedly. "Look, I'm having a shitty day and I don't want to take it out on you. Can we talk later or something?"
Yixing looked a bit startled, but he nodded in understanding anyway. "No problem. I've got to get back to work too. I just wanted to congratulate you and Sehun."
"Thanks," Kris said, and Yixing nodded again and quickly left Kris to his own devices. He felt awful for being so short with Yixing, but being apart from Sehun was taking more of a toll on his emotions than he ever imagined it would.
The night before Sehun left, he let Kris photograph him at his most natural. They got onto the subject of photographing him over post-dinner drinks, when Sehun confessed that he tended to be self-conscious about his body. This struck a chord with Kris; after his injury, he'd lost a lot of the muscle tone he'd built up from playing basketball and was so let-down by the fact that he couldn't play ever again that he didn't want to put in a ton of extra work to return to the way he used to look. He told Sehun over and over again that he was beautiful, every inch of him, but Sehun wouldn't listen.
"You know how I got over not having that tight athlete's body anymore?" Kris said at last. He'd been hoping he didn't have to divulge this because it embarrassed him to even think about, but he knew it would help Sehun. "I took all my clothes off and just stared at myself in the mirror. I just stared and stared until I got used to the way I looked and realized it wasn't so bad."
"So you're saying I should get naked and stare at myself," Sehun said with a laugh.
"Well… you're a model, right? So… maybe you should get naked and pose… naked… and I'll take photos of you." Sehun scoffed and tossed back what was left of his drink. "I really think it would help you!"
"Is this an excuse to get a handful of artistic nudes from me or something?" Sehun narrowed his eyes at Kris.
"Well… no, I'm trying to help your self-esteem. You're fucking gorgeous and I'm not just saying that. You're gorgeous and I want you to feel comfortable with yourself and I think that, seeing as you spend a lot of time in front of a camera anyway, this would be a good way to convince you that you're incredible."
This managed to woo Sehun and they retired to Kris's room. Sehun undressed while Kris got the lighting just right and set up his camera. Sehun climbed onto the bed and Kris stood aside, waiting for him to get comfortable before he started taking photos.
And like a flower in bloom, Sehun slowly opened up in front of the camera, trading in shy smiles for sultry stares and poses that hid his body for poses that accentuated it.
Later, after they'd made love and Sehun had fallen fast asleep, Kris looked back through the photos he'd taken. All at once, it dawned on him that Sehun might be the person he would want to spend a lot of the very near future with.
From: Sehun
I bought some new clothes~ Tell me how you like them ^^
Ten photos attached – 457kb
Kris willed the elevator in his apartment building to ascend faster; he was crowded in there with other residents and it wasn't the right place to open up any photos from Sehun, especially if there were ten photos of him showing off his new ‘clothes.' Curiosity was killing him, but he managed to hold off until he was off of the elevator and inside his apartment.
Kris groaned and sank down into a chair as the first photo loaded onto the screen of his phone; in it, Sehun was wearing strappy garters and thigh-high stockings and not much else. The next photo was a portrait shot of Sehun, staring doe-eyed into the camera, lips pouted, holding a pair of handcuffs and wearing a collar around his neck. Each photo was more and more physically painful to look at – Sehun sitting on the floor with his back to a mirror, gazing over his shoulder with his knees spread wearing little more than a thong, a close-up of his ass with a caption of ‘spank me' – and Kris was audibly cursing the distance between them.
To: Sehun
Why do you do this to me????
From: Sehun
;)
Call me. I'm horny and I want to get off to the sound of your voice
To: Sehun
Video?
From: Sehun
I got my internet turned off. Call me right NOW.
Kris knew better than to keep Sehun waiting, and he didn't want to, either. He called Sehun and held the phone between his head and his shoulder as he walked to the bedroom, hands working quickly to unbuckle his belt and get down the zipper on his pants.
"Took you long enough," Sehun answered after one ring.
"Why did you turn off your internet?" Kris asked.
"Well, I'm moving out in a few weeks anyway so I thought I'd save some money and shut it off," Sehun explained quickly. "You're asking too many unimportant questions."
"Okay, here's an important one – what are you wearing?"
Sehun chuckled to himself. "Nothing."
"Not even the new stuff you bought?" Kris asked.
"I'm saving those for when I see you," Sehun replied. "I want you to pull them off with your teeth."
"Mmm," was all Kris could manage as he laid back on his bed, hand down his pants. "And then what?"
"You're supposed to be getting me off," Sehun said. "Tell me what you'd do."
"Where do I even start," Kris muttered, sitting up to get his lube out of his bedside table then lying back down again. He poured a bit into his hand and put it inside his pants again. "Well, first, I'd undress you."
"What would I be wearing?" Sehun asked.
Kris flipped through the photos Sehun sent him in his mind. "Those black, lacy garters you just bought. The one that kind of looks like a skirt, just really short." He heard Sehun sniff with laughter. "I'm picturing you in them, showing off your cute ass."
"Hm, thanks. Okay, what else?" Sehun asked.
"Actually, I'm not going to take those off. I'll just lay you down and take off your panties and push your legs up to your shoulders." He started to stroke himself while picturing this, the image as vivid as it would be if it were happening right in front of him. In his ear, he could hear Sehun breathing, short, puffy breaths. "Then, I'd cup your balls and kiss you, try to get you hard in my hand. Once you're pretty hard, I'll let my hand drift further down."
Sehun murmured a quiet mmmin response.
"I'd put a finger inside of you and fuck you with it… suck and lick your nipples at the same time," Kris continued, working his cock with a bit more speed. "You'd be really hard now, and I'd move down your body to lick up the precum on your stomach then keep going until I'm down between your legs."
"Are you going to suck me?" Sehun asked, clearly trying to keep his voice clear and steady but failing.
"No," Kris responded. "Better."
"Like what?"
"You know what."
"Mmm, just say it."
"I'd eat you out," Kris said, and Sehun cursed under his breath. "What are you doing to yourself right now?"
"Jerking off and I have two fingers in my ass," Sehun said. He chuckled breathily. "I have you on speaker."
"Good, so the neighbors can hear what I want to do to you," Kris said. "That's the way I like it."
"Oh god," Sehun whispered.
"Would you moan like that while I tongue your hole?" Kris muttered, and Sehun answered with a strained mm-hmm. "How dirty can I get here?"
"As dirty as you want, Daddy," Sehun replied.
Kris tried not to let that endearment affect his voice as he continued. "So I can fuck your pretty ass with my tongue, then?"
"Fuck, please, Daddy."
"Mm, then once I've had enough, I'll get that collar," Kris continued. "I'll put a leash on it and make you get on all fours."
"And then what?" Sehun asked, each word separated by deep breaths.
"Then you'd sit on your hind legs like a good boy and suck my cock." Kris wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, as the thought of that alone threatened to push him over the edge.
"Fuck my face," Sehun whispered, and Kris could imagine the blissed-out look in his eyes.
"Don't tell me what to do," Kris said. "If you're insolent, I'll do that and more. I'd shove my cock to the back of your throat and make you look up at me as your eyes tear up and choke." Sehun cursed in approval. "Are you close?"
"So close," Sehun breathed.
"Then stop, I don't want you to finish before me," Kris ordered, and Sehun groaned in response. "I hope you're obeying me."
"I am, Daddy," Sehun replied.
"Good, because if you disobey me, I'll put you over my lap and leave handprints all over that ass." As a new thought entered his head, Kris stifled a moan. "No, what I'd do is sit on the bed, then have you sit with your back to me on my lap, straddling it. I'd push you forward so all I can see is your ass and spank you until your cock's hard and dripping." There was a painful silence. "Do you want to touch yourself again?"
"Please."
"Go ahead," Kris said, and Sehun murmured a quick thank you. "Now, I want to fuck you."
"I want you to fuck me," Sehun whispered, as if he couldn't manage to speak any louder than that.
"I'd put you on your back, knees to your chest… I'd tie your legs together with your leash," Kris continued, nearing his end now. "And then I'd fuck your ass, hard, fast, deep… I'd make you moan my name louder and louder."
"What would you do if I refused to do that?" Sehun asked.
"What would you want me to do?"
"Slap me across the face and call me a brat," Sehun answered, the words rushed and accented with deep, breathy moans.
"Make your face as red as your ass," Kris added, and Sehun followed with a quiet yes, yes. "You're so fucking dirty…" It caught him by surprise when he came, not so much to the images he was conjuring in his head as it was to the sound of Sehun's little clipped gasps, a sound he'd become accustomed to. The silence after that was deafening until Sehun broke it, his voice closer to Kris's ear now.
"God, I miss you," Sehun said, his voice weak and exhausted.
"I'll see you soon," Kris responded. "Sleep well."
"I'll try."
Kris hung up and let the phone fall from his hand. He drifted off into a short, fitful sleep, then woke to take a quick shower, only to return to his bed and fall asleep for the night. If he weren't so tired, he would have found it difficult to sleep without Sehun's warm body beside him.
Sehun
He honestly hadn't thought of how he'd tell his friends and family that he was picking up and moving to Shanghai. To them, it seemed sudden; they all asked him what he was going to do there and why Shanghai of all places. Of course, he couldn't give them the real answer – that would be far too much to try to explain.
To his friends, he said he was moving to Shanghai to see what kind of opportunities awaited him there. It wasn't a complete lie, but it was enough to sate them without having to go into too much detail.
To his parents, he said he was leaving to find himself. They disapproved, but they'd given up trying to give his life some direction a long time ago. "I'll be back soon," he said.
"Of course you will," his mother said. He couldn't discern what the tone in her voice meant.
While it pained him – and, in a way, scared him – to go so far away from what he knew, he was excited as well. He'd be making more money than he ever had in his life; he'd be experiencing a whole new city and language and culture; he'd be with Kris, and that made up for everything he was going to miss.
When the day came, a handful of his friends drove him to the airport and saw him off. He didn't imagine that he'd be sad to leave them, but he couldn't deny the way his eyes brimmed with tears after he hugged all of them and they wished him good luck. Soon, he was on the plane, and it was taking off, and there was no turning back.
"Welcome back to Shanghai, Ms. Oh," said a man Sehun had never seen before when he finally emerged from arrivals. He gave him a slight nod in response.
Sehun hoped he wouldn't ask any questions regarding why he'd been so late when his plane had landed a good forty-five minutes earlier. It was just like when he was meeting Kris for the first time; he got off the plane, got his baggage, went through customs, and then ducked into a bathroom to transform into the woman that the people who had hired him knew him as. The more he thought about it, the more stressful he was beginning to realize this would be – but if he played his cards right and stuck through it until the end, the payout would be worth it.
The man turned out to be his driver, hired by the cosmetics company to chauffer him from the airport to his accommodations and from his accommodations to work. It was just after midnight so Sehun sleepily took in the city lights as they traveled down the freeway to the city center.
From: Kris
I've been overcome with this feeling that you're nearby. Any chance that I'm right?
To: Kris
I landed about an hour ago. In the car going to my apartment now.
From: Kris
Address?
To: Kris
Mmm, I'm sleepy.
From: Kris
So am I.
Sehun looked away from his phone and tried to combat the smile fighting for a place on his face. Kris was just too difficult to resist, and it helped that Sehun was always willing to give in.
After taking all of his luggage inside, the driver handed Sehun the keys to his new home. Sehun said a quiet thank you and let himself in. All he could hear was the sound of the car moving off and the sound of his heartbeat in his ears.
This hadn't been at all what he was expecting. He expected something somewhat spacious in a mid-rise building but instead, he'd been granted with a villa with sparkling wood floors and skyscraping windows, furnished to the hilt. He stepped inside and shut the door behind him, the clicking of his heels against the floor resounding off of the walls. He couldn't imagine what he'd do with all this space to himself.
Outside of the windows directly in front of him was a magnificent view of the city, all tall spires and bright lights. He could see the cars and buses moving along the streets and people walking up and down the sidewalks.
He moved to the kitchen, checking the fridge and cabinets – they were all stocked as well. This was luxury beyond his wildest dreams, and he hadn't even gotten anywhere in his career yet. If this is what it's like at the bottom, Sehun thought, I'm going to fight like hell to get to the top.
The ringing of the doorbell brought Sehun back to his senses. He glanced through the peephole then threw the door open, a grin on his face. "Were you halfway here when you texted me or something?" he asked as Kris pushed through the door and wrapped his arms around Sehun's waist. Kris kicked the door closed while he pressed his lips to Sehun's.
"My office is close by," Kris muttered, his lips still ghosting over Sehun's.
"That's convenient," Sehun said, giving him another quick kiss. "What were you doing at work so late?"
"Kibum's got me working on a new project that can really get me going places in the company so I'm putting in extra hours," Kris replied. "But once I knew you were in town, I couldn't focus, and here I am." Kris finally tore his eyes away from Sehun's to glance around his villa. "Damn, what a place."
"You're telling me," Sehun said. "Ugh, I feel grimy and I want to wash this shit off of my face. Would you like to join me for a bath?"
Kris smirked. "How did you know that that's how I like to end a hard… long…" He smoothed his hands down Sehun's back to cup his ass. "…day at work?"
Sehun's breath caught in his throat as Kris pressed a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth, a move so chaste yet so capable of putting him on edge. "Just a wild guess, I guess."
Sehun sat in the bubbly water with his back to Kris's chest, relaxing in his arms with his head leaning against Kris's shoulder. He could have fallen asleep right there, between the warmth of the water and how great it felt to be with Kris like this, feeling his heart thumping rhythmically against his back.
Part of him remembered how less than twelve hours ago, he was fumbling around in his tiny bathroom in his tiny apartment, and now he had a bathroom that was maybe half the size of his entire apartment back in Seoul. The other part of him wished he could be like this forever, living comfortably and peacefully and taking hot, quiet baths with Kris.
His eyes closed as Kris kissed his neck, right against the pulse point there. "What are you thinking about?" Kris asked.
Sehun sighed. "A lot of things."
"Good things, I hope," Kris said, and Sehun nodded. Sehun's eyes opened wide as Kris casually let one of his hands fall between his legs, long fingers brushing against his flaccid cock.
"Sneaky," Sehun remarked with a laugh.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Kris remarked. He cupped all of Sehun's cock and balls in his hand, almost possessively, and did nothing else.
Sehun shifted his hips a bit, partly to make himself more comfortable and partly to rub himself into Kris's palm. A coy smile crossed his face as Kris wrapped his other arm tighter around Sehun's middle and pressed his lips to his neck.
In one deft move, Kris changed places with Sehun, gesturing for him to lay back as he settled between his legs. Sehun gazed up expectantly as Kris leaned into him, kissing him gently, one hand against the edge of the tub to keep him stabilized and the other gliding down the back of one of Sehun's thighs.
"Put your leg up here," Kris instructed, tapping his hand against the edge of the tub, and Sehun obeyed. Before it could leave his mouth, Kris kissed away Sehun's gasp as he pressed a finger to his hole. "I'll be gentle," he whispered against Sehun's lips.
"I don't want you to be," Sehun replied, only semi-playfully, kissing Kris again deeply as he wiggled his finger inside.
After a series of cautious, curious prods, Kris pushed his finger in as far as the length of his finger would allow, and Sehun could feel the smile of satisfaction against his lips when he groaned softly. Kris hooked his finger then withdrew it, much to Sehun's annoyance. "I don't like it when you tease me," Sehun lied, curling his fingers around his hardening cock and giving it a few slow strokes.
Kris said nothing to that, only staring into Sehun's eyes as he pressed two fingers to his entrance. Sehun bit his lip and closed his eyes as Kris's fingers made their way in.
Sehun stroked his cock in time with the thrusts of Kris's fingers, moaning into Kris's mouth every time his fingertips grazed his prostate. Kris broke the kiss so that he could sit back and watch his fingers work, and that alone could have gotten Sehun off if he were to allow himself to be so weak. His breath caught in his chest as Kris slowly pulled out his fingers.
"This tub is kind of uncomfortable," he said with a laugh, and Sehun nodded in agreement. Wordlessly, Kris let the water out of the tub and the two of them made their way to Sehun's bedroom.
Kris didn't give Sehun a chance to dry himself off before he dragged him onto the bed, seating him in his lap. He pressed kisses into Sehun's back and as far down his spine as he could manage, licking up the leftover droplets of water from his skin. Sehun leaned forward to put his head against his pillows, breathing slowly as Kris dragged his dull nails along the swell of his ass.
"Lift your hips, baby," Kris mumbled and Sehun obeyed, skin tingling at the endearment. Then he felt his skin grow warm as Kris spread him open and he could feel his breath against his asshole.
Without warning, Kris landed a blow to Sehun's ass that had him seeing stars, and Sehun choked out a moan. "Do it again," Sehun whispered.
"What's the magic word?" Kris responded.
"Please, Daddy, do it again," Sehun repeated. He had to hold back a yelp as Kris slapped his ass again, somehow harder than the first.
Sehun looked back and locked eyes with Kris as he leaned in and kissed the cleft of his ass. "You're beautiful," Kris said, and Sehun managed a smile before letting his jaw fall slack when Kris gingerly dragged his teeth against Sehun's ass.
The next thing he felt was the slow drag of Kris's warm tongue against his hole. Sehun shuddered, reaching between his legs to palm at his cock.
Sehun had never fathomed exactly how beautiful Kris pleasuring with him with his tongue could feel; all of his fantasies paled in comparison to reality: the way Kris salivated over Sehun's hole, licking hungrily and sucking up all of the excess spit, clutching Sehun's ass and spreading him wide so that he could get in as deeply as he could. Sehun felt like a ragdoll, too weak with bliss to even jerk himself off, and Kris took advantage of this by deftly flipping him over and driving his knees back to his shoulders.
Kris treated him to a few more long, slow drags off his tongue, swirling the tip in the divot of Sehun's ass and sweeping upwards to his balls, making Sehun arch up off of the bed and beg for him to suck him off.
Sehun willed himself not to cum as Kris wrapped a hand around his cock and suckled gently at the base, tongue flicking against the thick vein that stood out there as he gazed lovingly up at Sehun. Sehun's eyes snapped shut as Kris pressed two fingers inside of him and took his cock into his mouth.
Sehun scraped at the bedsheets, wanting to cum so badly but begging himself not to because Kris's mouth felt so good around his cock. Somehow, Kris's free hand found his and they interlocked fingers, Kris giving his hand a squeeze as he took him in deeply and swallowed around him. Sehun couldn't hold back any longer; within no time he was jerking his hips up into Kris's face and cumming hard.
After a few moments, Kris removed his fingers and made his way up Sehun's body, kissing him gingerly. "Daddy made Baby feel so good, didn't he," he whispered, and Sehun nodded vigorously. "Now it's Daddy's turn, right?" Sehun nodded again, holding his breath as Kris wet two fingers with his tongue and put them inside Sehun again, then slowly slid his cock in alongside them. "We need a safeword."
Sehun chuckled. "Are you going to be rough with me?" he asked, the tail-end of his question coming out as a gasp as Kris fucked into him.
"Mm-hmm, but I don't want to hurt you," Kris responded.
Sehun wiggled his hips, trying to get Kris deeper inside of him. "If I want you to slow down, I'll say ‘yellow,' in Chinese. If I want you to stop, I'll say ‘red,' in English." He smiled up at Kris. "Hurt me. Make me cry."
"We're gonna need lube, though," Kris said, a hint of disappointment in his voice. Sehun realized that meant Kris would have to pull out to go find the lube in Sehun's luggage and knew he couldn't let that happen, he didn't want it to. As if Kris had been reading his mind, with a smirk he pulled his hips back and let himself fall out of Sehun. "Go get it."
Sehun frowned and sat up as Kris rolled away from him, glancing back with a pout as Kris gave his ass a smack when he got out of the bed. He nearly tore apart the luggage still sitting in the foyer looking for this one half-full bottle of lube and raced back to the bedroom once he found it.
"Look who's eager," Kris remarked as Sehun reentered the room, already coating his fingers with lube. Sehun replied with nothing but a pointed glare, sliding back into the bed and pulling his legs back again. It was his turn to smirk as Kris's eyes trailed down between his legs, where he was just beginning to finger himself open for him.
In no time, Kris was back inside of him, fucking him hard enough to have him choosing between moaning and breathing. Sehun gripped his cock, hard again and leaking against his stomach, and Kris gripped his neck, alternating between gentle squeezes and clutches tight enough to cause the edges of Sehun's vision to grow dark and fuzzy. He loved every minute of it, especially when Kris went slow with his thrusts so that he could dedicate time to jointly kissing and manhandling him, giving him sharp smacks to the face when Sehun begged to be fucked.
Sehun came again while on all fours, holding onto the headboard as Kris pounded into him. In one swift move, Kris pulled out and had Sehun facing him, then stood up on the bed in front of Sehun. Sehun opened his mouth in anticipation, staring up at Kris with greedy eyes with his tongue dancing between his lips. He smiled as the first of Kris's cum hit his face, promptly dripping down his nose and toward his open mouth.
"You're filthy," Kris said a laugh as Sehun happily wiped up cum with his fingers and sucked it off. "Not that I'm complaining or anything."
"You make me this way," Sehun said playfully, and in a way, he actually meant it.
