maayacolabackup | KPop: Nine-Tenths of the Law (Sehun/Jongin, NC-17)

Title: Nine-Tenths of the Law
Pairing: Sehun/Jongin
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sehun has always been a little possessive, but luckily, Jongin likes to be owned. (1.5k)
Warning: collars for kink_bingo
Notes: wow, I will actually do anything to avoid writing my runandgun. also, practicing writing things under 10k. blame goes to

puppetmon, etc.

The leather bites into Jongin’s neck as Sehun fits the collar into place, not tight enough to choke him, but tight enough that it’s impossible for Jongin to forget it’s there. Sehun’s fingers are gentle as he straightens the buckle, smoothing his thumb across the leather and stainless steel, and exhaling as Jongin meets his eyes. Sehun lets his fingers drop from the leather circle and down to Jongin’s collarbones, smoothing his hands across the skin there and enjoying the goosbumps that rise along Jongin’s chest above the low collar of his tank shirt.

Jongin shifts a little further away on the sofa, and Sehun lets his hands fall away from Jongin, giving him space.

“Do you like it?” Sehun asks, and Jongin bites his lip. Sehun likes the pink in his cheeks, and the nervous flutter of his eyelashes. He likes the way Jongin’s hair, wet from the shower, is pushed back away from his face so Sehun can see the way Jongin’s eyebrows are furrowed in concentration. He likes the way Jongin’s neck looks so long and smooth and delicious underneath the collar, as a drop of water from Jongin’s hair drips down and catches on the edge of it.

“I don’t know,” Jongin answers, and his fingernails dig into his own pajama-clad thighs. “I’m not sure.”

“Think about it,” Sehun says. “If you don’t like it, you don’t have to wear it.”

“I didn’t say I don’t like it. I don’t know if I like it, yet,” Jongin says, more insistently. He swallows, and the leather shifts across the tanned skin of his neck, and Sehun feels heat pool in his belly.

So Sehun likes it. He’d known he would.

But it’s Jongin who has to wear it, and it’s Jongin who needs to decide what he thinks about it.

“Let’s go to sleep,” Sehun says. “There’s no hurry.” He reaches for the collar again, to take it off, but Jongin leans back, away from Sehun’s touch.

“Leave it,” Jongin says. He’s staring fixedly at the ground, and Sehun tilts his head to the side in questioning. “Just... leave it. I don’t... hate it.”

“Okay,” Sehun says. Jongin uncurls his hands and stands. His pajama pants hang low on his hips, revealing tantalizing amounts of lower abs and hipbones, and if it were earlier, or they were home alone, Sehun might lean forward to suck bruises that will linger into that soft skin, fingers digging into Jongin’s ass as Jongin’s erection rested swollen against his jaw. Sehun might make Jongin beg for him to suck him off.

But they aren’t home alone, and they have to be up early in the morning to go to the airport, and Jongin looks anxious and scared, so Sehun just sighs and leans against the back of the couch, careful to keep his legs close together so Jongin can’t see that he’s hard. “Let’s go to sleep,” Sehun says again, and Jongin nods.

“See you tomorrow,” Jongin says, and disappears into his room.

Sehun tries to sleep too, but the image of black leather wrapped around Jongin’s neck is enough to curl Sehun’s toes, so he jacks off as quietly as he can while Jongin snores in the room beside him. When he comes, he bites his lip hard enough that it bleeds, come spilling messy onto his soft cotton nightshirt, hips rising off the bed even though he tries to keep them flat.

In the morning, Jongin walks into the kitchen, his neck bare, and refuses to meet Sehun’s eyes. Sehun figures that’s answer enough, and tries to forget about the whole thing.

But as they go through airport security, Sehun glances up at Jongin, for just a moment, and Jongin is looking straight at him, fingers pressed, ever so lightly, to his neck.

It starts before they even begin sleeping together. Sehun notices that Jongin enjoys it when Sehun’s possessive; it’s fortunate, because Sehun needs to keep the people he likes close, and he’s never much been good at sharing. (Even when he was a kid, he’d refused to share his toys. Sehun’s teacher had thought it was a problem, but Sehun’s mother had indulgently stroked his hair and told him it was okay to be selfish sometimes, if it was something he really wanted.)

It’s mostly just that Sehun thinks of certain people as his, and Jongin is one of those people.

Sehun has no idea how much Jongin likes being thought of as his, until one day when Sehun has wrapped greedy, possessive fingers around Jongin’s wrist, growling when Kyungsoo tries to squeeze in between them, and Jongin’s breath hitches, and Sehun sees the flush of embarrassment crawl red and lovely down Jongin’s neck and spread across his chest.

That night, he corners Jongin in the bathroom, and kisses him, slow and sweet, and locks the door behind them. Jongin fucks him in the shower, face to face, Sehun’s legs wrapped around those slender hips as his shoulder blades dig into the tile, and Jongin doesn’t come until Sehun whispers “you’re mine, now,” against the sweaty skin of Jongin’s neck.

Later, Sehun sees Jongin lightly drawing his fingers over the bruises on his shoulders, where Sehun had grabbed him too hard, and Sehun can see, clear as day, that Jongin wants those bruises. Craves them.

Jongin likes it when Sehun is jealous, too. When Sehun pushes him up against the wall and tells him he hates it when Jongin touches anyone else. Jongin always whimpers as Sehun grinds their hips together, angrily, and Sehun adores that sound, wants to own that sound, just like he owns Jongin, because Sehun doesn’t prefer to share.

“It’s not normal, right?” Jongin asks, gnawing on his kiss-swollen lower lip in concentration. “For it to be like this?” He hiccups on the last word as Sehun’s thumb circles the head of his cock, smearing precome down the underside as he slides back down.

“So?” Sehun asks, tightening his grip. He likes Jongin’s husky moan, and speeds up a little to see if he can earn another. It’s a sound that Jongin only makes for Sehun. That’s something else that Sehun likes. “It doesn’t matter.”

Sehun takes Jongin all the way into his mouth, letting Jongin’s cock hit the back of his throat, and Jongin’s fingers tighten in his hair. The way Jongin stares down at him with parted lips and wild eyes belongs to him. He doesn’t have to share this with anyone, and Sehun likes that best of all.

When Sehun picks out the collar, ordering it online from a specialty store, it’s because he thinks it will look pretty around Jongin’s neck.

It’s because he thinks Jongin will like it, just like Jongin likes when Sehun scratches his name into the small of Jongin’s back with his fingernail, hard enough that the red marks last for days.

They’re rooming together tonight. Sehun had stuck out his lip and pouted, and Junmyeon had given in, the way he always does when Sehun asks for things with puppy dog eyes. Jongin is taking off his godawful sandals, and Sehun watches the shift of the muscles in his forearms, feeling a bit drowsy from the plane flight. Jongin had sat next to him, head falling onto Sehun’s shoulder as he napped, and Sehun’s got a cramp in his back to show for it.

Sehun slides up on the bed, fluffling the pillow and falling back into it with a sigh. He closes his eyes, folding his hands on top of his stomach as he stretches out his legs. A sinking feeling to his right tells him Jongin has sat down on the edge of his bed. “Flight felt long,” Sehun says, and when Jongin doesn’t answer, Sehun opens his eyes again.

Jongin is sitting there, flustered, eyes half-lidded, with the collar around his neck. Sehun is suddenly less interested in sleep. “Jongin?”

“I do. Like it,” Jongin says, and the buckle is crooked, over to the left, so Sehun lifts his hands to fix it. Jongin shudders at the graze of Sehun’s nails. “I really. Really like it.”

“Me too,” Sehun says, because he does.

He cherishes the image of Jongin with that piece of leather around his neck; it’s like a mark of ownership that says Jongin is something that Sehun owns.

More than that, though, Sehun loves that Jongin wants to be owned.

“Yeah,” Jongin says, and he nervously licks his lips, before he leans down and captures Sehun’s mouth. Sehun reaches out and grabs a fistful of Jongin’s shirt, dragging him closer, and Jongin moans at the way Sehun isn’t nice, and isn’t careful. “Yeah.”

“You’re mine,” Sehun murmurs against Jongin’s full, pliant lips, running his tongue along the upper one in a caress. “Mine, mine, mine.” He sucks the lip into his mouth, and tastes airplane orange juice and peanuts.

Jongin’s abs quiver beneath Sehun’s knuckles, and he can feel Jongin’s cock, full and hard, against his belly. “Yes,” Jongin chokes out, and Sehun smiles, licking a stripe along the upper edge of the collar, enjoying the way Jongin falls apart above him.

Sehun’s always been selfish, but Jongin has never seemed to mind. Sehun drags his hands up Jongin’s ribs, and kisses him again.