part two hundred and fifteen

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[(Anonymous)]

lu han's got a blood-splattered gun pointed at jongin when the kid leans forward and licks the muzzle, pink tongue darting out to flick over the top and against the barrel, wet and glistening. lu han's breath stops in his chest, thumb pausing on the safety just before it clicks, and then it goes down, a loud kerthunk that reverberates in his ears. jongin's eyes flash. he takes the barrel deeper into his mouth, lips stained a deep, coppery red from the leftover blood sehun had left on the gun after lu han shot him for—something. he can barely remember anymore. insubordination? being too kind to a member of the rival gang? shit like that doesn't seem to matter anymore when jongin's deepthroating his gun in an attempt to—what? stay alive?

jongin scoots up. his crotch bumps against lu han's sock clad foot and god, he can feel jongin's hot erection through all the layers of fabric, burning against his skin.

"you are one fucked up guy, jongin," lu han says, out of breath already.

jongin just makes a sucking noise when he hollows his cheeks. a hand comes up to grasp lu han's crisp pant leg, tugging at it slowly as jongin's hips cant at a torturous pace against lu han's leg.

the door flies open, nearly knocked off its hinges. lu han pulls the gun out of jongin's mouth and jongin lets out a low whine. lu han almost wants to shove it in again just to watch jongin squirm but tao and baekhyun are barreling into the room, fresh from a night patrolling the city.

"by all means," baekhyun says, tossing himself onto one of the plush couches in lu han's office. "don't stop on our account." tao folds himself a little neater next to him, but not by much.

jongin gets to his feet. "did i say you could stand?" lu han mutters, but it's half-hearted, and he can taste the blood on jongin's mouth when he surges forwards and kisses him.

"you're pretty fucked up, too," jongin murmurs, too quiet for baekhyun and tao to hear from the couch. his warm hands slide up lu han's shirt. a chin digs into lu han's shoulder from behind, hard and pointy, and a raspy giggle fills lu han's ear. someone else is working at lu han's belt buckle, and when it's all the way off lu han can recognize the callouses on tao's hands, familiar from the hours of sparring with him day in and day out before they'd risen up the ranks.

"this is a one time thing," lu han says into jongin's mouth, trying to be firm, but it just comes out breathy. baekhyun's kissing the side of his neck and lu han's knees give out a little when tao's mouth joins his hand, sucking hard at the tip of his dick.

"if you say so," jongin replies, grinning into the kiss, his hands roaming up beneath lu han's shirt to tweak at one of his nipples. lu han thrusts his chest into it, head falling back against baekhyun's shoulder.

they guide him to the couch and sit him down. tao wipes the back of his mouth with a hand and then jongin's kissing him, the two of them going down on the plush carpet, jongin's fingers wrapped around tao's neck in a gentle chokehold, tao bucking up against the way jongin's body is crushing him. lu han feels his cock harden even more, hanging out in the cool air and jutting out at attention from his crotch.

"don't be jealous, now," baekhyun says, a smile in his voice. he crawls into lu han's lap, belt undone already, and aligns their cocks in his tiny hands. lu han glances down to watch pretty fingers jack them off at baekhyun's leisure, just this side of too slow, so that the slow burn turns over in lu han's stomach but never quite boils over.

lu han makes a frustrated noise in the back of his throat.

baekhyun smiles at him. lu han sees a flash of sharp canine before baekhyun bends his head and latches onto lu han's neck again, piercing lu han's skin with his teeth and soothing the cut with his tongue. lu han snaps his hips up into baekhyun's hand and comes all over his fingers, a night's worth of adrenaline shooting out his dick, breath dying in his ribcage.

when he looks down at the floor, jongin and tao have switched places. tao's grinding down into jongin, who lets out the intermittent soft cry and tries to buck tao off again, but tao's always been stronger than he is, can hold him down easily, forearm bearing down on jongin's neck, his windpipe, until jongin's gasping, mouth gaping like a fish's. he gives up near the end, wraps a leg around tao's waist and undulates upward. lu han could watch this forever, probably, just have the two of them going at it in front of his desk all the time, run down all their excess energy until one of them stops yapping at the other. it's a good thought. tao eases up on jongin's neck and jongin wheezes, sucks in a rattling breath. he comes like that, trapped by tao's body, spine curved toward tao's torso like metal drawn toward a magnet.

lu han lifts his sweaty bangs off his forehead as baekhyun rises and rezips his pants. "so," he says, exhaling slowly. he glances over at the body behind his desk. "what are we going to do about sehun?"

928w, team b multiplier!

[(Anonymous)]