[M] 2 Im In (1/1)

~ Just ModellingStory 1: Before ‘One Night’Part 2 of 2   “Then I think a practice is in order.”     The words sent a surge of heat through his body, a hot flush that made him moan quietly to himself, erection pushed against the unforgiving wall in front of him. The utter roughness and dominance made his head spin, and he blamed that husky voice for his totally unnecessary and desperate reply. “Please.”     At least it wasn’t laughed at it (barely acknowledged at all, to be perfectly honest) as Sehun pressed his lips to the crook of Lu Han’s neck the same time he pushed his hips so the smaller was flat against the wall, barely given any space. He chuckled slightly at the tiny moan falling from beautiful lips, leaning down to murmur in his sinful voice: “If you want this to stop at any time, I want you to say: Red. Understand?”     Lu Han nodded desperately, vaguely aware of the insinuation and fearful of how intense things could go if he needed what appeared to be a safeword. “I know about safewords.”     “Oh, brilliant. And if you simply wanna slow down, can you guess what to say?” The way he spoke – the questions, the authority, and the commands – it was enticing to Lu Han, hanging to every word.     “Yellow.”     “Perfect. Now, keep these right here.” Sehun gently squeezed the other’s pale wrists before removing his grip from around them.     It was with raised eyebrows that he stepped back, watching as Lu Han’s body trembled slightly in front of him. Even when it was apparent he wasn’t directly behind the other, instead lazily unbuckling his belt and undoing his fly, the boy kept his arms stretched taut above his head and body firmly against the wall.     It was pretty hot.     “Strip.”     Barely registering the command, it took several stretched seconds before the flushed male finally understood. And even then, he found himself frozen in place yet again, unable to do more than produce a small whining sound at the back of his throat. Whether it was from excitement or refusal, he couldn’t be sure.     A loud exaggerated sigh followed the tense silence, and then it was broken by another command. “Turn around.”     This time, Lu Han obeyed. Delicate, pretty fingers ran gently down the wall as he let his arms fall back down to his sides, and then used the hands to push himself slightly back off of the wall as he had practically been resting against it. One foot in front of the other – and he was finally face to face with the man who was very good at reducing his insides to mush.     Eyes cast downward, they widened when he caught glance of the other’s exposed groin. Not only was it a very satisfyingly size, curving upwards to land at Sehun’s abs that were visible through the unbuttoned shirt, it was quite frankly the most beautiful he had ever seen.     If you could say that about dicks.     “Unbutton your shirt.”     Glancing back up to meet with an intense gaze, he swallowed slightly before his hands found themselves in fr0nt of his torso, lifting the visitor badge from around his neck before hurrying to pop the buttons through the holes and get the whole process finished. He took the initiative and slipped awkwardly out of his shirt while he was at it, letting the soft fabric fall to the ground at his feet.     “Good. Now your shoes and socks.”     Those were dutifully removed too, the socks left on the ground before he decided on second thoughts to place them in his shoes. This whole situation was making him painfully aroused and it hit him suddenly how much he enjoyed taking orders.     “Nice. Onto those jeans.”     Here he slowed down, a little hesitant. His legs had been luckily shaved the previous night and freshly smoothed with plenty of his favourite lotion (Yixing suggested possibilities of a summer look) – but that didn’t make him any less self-conscious; they were unfortunately skinny, thighs plumping just a touch before reaching the bigger curve of his full ass. He was worried that would be totally unsexy and result in his immediate removal and what if –     “Now.”    The stern words made his limbs jump to action, fly unzipped, thumbs hooked in the waistband of his jeans and those jeans pushed down to the ground and stepped out of in record time. Unfortunately, the quick actions made him clumsier than usual and while he hopped out of one trouser leg, the other decided to get stuck, making him lose his balance and find himself on the ground. Wriggling around, he had forgotten the wiring that had come down before – the very reason he was here – and soon it was hard to tell where he ended and where the wires began.     Around this point, the Director’s composure had broken.     At first it was a grin cracked at the flushed cheeks of the boy in front of him, then that grin spread further as the smaller struggled around for a bit with a pouting face. And then he just had to burst into raucous laughter when Blondie slumped back down defeated, tangled in wiring and wearing nothing but underwear and half a trouser leg on his left ankle.     “Ha. Ha.” Lu Han couldn’t help but to be sarcastic, rolling his eyes as the other clearly found that laughing at his misfortune would be better than actually trying to help. Sighing, he sat up slightly and worked slowly on the wiring, untangling the copper and eventually able to free himself and stand up.     By this point, Sehun’s expression was… its usual self.     “You’re hot,” was the casual comment made when he finally slipped out of the jeans.     “Thanks,” he muttered back, not able to meet the other’s eyes.     “Last item of clothing – off.”     Lu Han let his mouth hang open for a while, allowing it to express his utter shock at the statement. “Do I have to?” The petulant note in his voice hadn’t been intentional, and he cringed slightly inside at the sound of it.     Another roll of the eyes from his to-be-boss made his bottom lip tremble slightly in disappointment. In the short time he had been here, he already found himself wanting nothing more than to please Sehun... and the eye-roll didn’t show satisfaction.     “Let’s you help you out, doll.” Quicker than he could comment at the nickname, Sehun was in front of him again, hand roughly palming his growing erection through his boxers.     Aroused and shocked – mostly aroused – a desperate whine escaped his throat around the same time a hot blush spread on his cheeks at the wetness that was seeping through the thin material. Hips bucking forward unintentionally, he bit his lip in a vain attempt to hold back the embarrassing noises, shaking his head furiously.     “What...” Sehun’s lips had found his ear again, warm breath hitting the most sensitive spots in his neck, which made him turn his head away out of instinct, eyes squeezed shut. Not a second later, long, firm fingers were holding his chin tight and using the grip to turn a now alarmed-looking face back to Sehun’s.     “Don’t you like it?” The smirk that accompanied the question was sinful and stupidly hot and totally unfair, in Lu Han’s opinion, as it was instrumental in the following shake of his head – a non-verbal disagreement.     “So you do like it?” Leaving his chin, the fingers travelled down his throat, pressing down ever so slightly and making him gasp, then stroking a collarbone, before landing on a small nipple. And suddenly – without warning – it was roughly grabbed, tweaked, and rolled, forcing a high-pitched squeal from his lips as his back arched in pain-induced pleasure.  “Speak up, babe, I can’t hear you.”     Lu Han thought he had died and gone to heaven when those sinfully smirking lips attached themselves to his other tender bud, suckling it gently. By the time Sehun’s free hand was back at his crotch, rubbing continuously in a precise but maddeningly slow way, his legs had been reduced to jelly, knees collapsing out from under him.     “Easy there.” Is that the familiar smirk he could hear in that voice? Did this guy do anything apart from smirk all the fucking ti–?     “Fuck!” The yell was so loud, Lu Han was surprised people weren’t rushing to the door in a panic, ambulance called to pick up someone in a critical condition. But what could he do, really, when the man who was going to be his future boss, got down on his knees, pulling his boxers with him and gave Lu Han’s throbbing erection the smallest of licks?     “Fuck, shit, fuck, shit, fuck,” he chanted through his teeth as Sehun engulfed a little bit of his little length before pulling back, taking in a bit more before pulling back, driving him right to the edge before forcibly yanking him right back. “Just – please – stop – more –”     “Stop?” Sehun pulled away with an obscene pop that made the blush on Lu Han’s cheeks intensify to the power of five suns, cocking his head contemplatively. How he could sit down there, below Lu Han, and still look so powerful was an utter mystery, such a paradox, but all deep thoughts flew right out of his mind when a finger coated in lube wriggled its way in between his butt-cheeks and into the small hole.     “There’s a good boy,” the boss murmured, retracting his finger before drizzling lube he had pulled out of his pocket over three fingers, not allowing Lu Han to regain his senses before plunging two of the digits in.     “Aah!” Lu Han’s knees really did completely give out at this point, collapsing on the ground in front of an unfazed Sehun who simply turned him around to allow for better access. Pushing the plush thighs apart patiently, he worked in both fingers slowly, allowing the other to at least form words like – “More!” before pushing in a third.     Accidentally grazing the tender inner walls with a fingernail, he was about to murmur an apology but was cut off by a whine that sounded too satisfied to be one of pain. Curious, he did the same thing again deliberately, an answering grin spreading on his face when he received a moan of pleasure. How fucking hot.     Another five or so minutes in and with a small tug to the blond’s flushed erection, Lu Han was begging for his dick. Skinny fingers wrapped around his wrist to pull his fingers out, the other’s pink hole clenching and unclenching eagerly as the angel turned to him with teary eyes.     “Please...”     It was all he needed to grab the small hips in front of him, yanking them to him to help align his dick with the hole. One deep breath of anticipation later and he drove in with one movement, groaning in tandem with Lu Han as he waited for the adjustment the both of them needed right now.     “Fuck,” he managed, feeling a little of his composure slip as he found himself quite literally engulfed by heaven. “Fucking hell, shit you’re so tight…” He started to experimentally pull back out, but stopped immediately at the sound of a quiet whine.     “Nggh… Stay, please.”     Obeying for once, he stilled completely. “You okay?” Receiving no reply, he reached forwards to grab a fistful of hair, but found himself instead transfixed by a wide-eyed look. Or maybe just the guy with the wide-eyed look.     “You should be a porn star, babe.” And he meant it too, with the debauched way in which the other was spread out in front of him, all pliant and flushed and sweaty, golden hair plastered to his forehead in a way that shouldn’t make him look as sexy as he did.     Sehun was answered with a small disgruntled sounding whine. “Shut up.”     “Just speaking the tru–  ah! Fu-ck!” His breath was knocked out of him in a broken gasp as the angel suddenly moved his hips forward and back, imitating a very shallow thrust and giving him a feeling he definitely wanted to feel a thousand times again.     A small peal of laughter, breathless and almost silent, tugged the edges of his own lips upwards before he could even give it a thought.     “Don’t sound so smug.”     The way the innocent sounding laughter shifted abruptly to a long drawn out moan was music to his ears, and so he repeated his actions: pulling out of the twitching hole completely only to slam all the way back in.     The second time had the boy choking out a “More!” that spurred him on to no ends, fucking with continuously slow but deep thrusts.     Lu Han had his hands on the wall, scrabbling desperately as if it would be able to hold him up, as he was pound into from behind, so hard he saw stars under his eyelids. Every time the director moved, it was like he was trying to break Lu Han’s hips, thrusting in so hard he felt like the feeling wouldn’t leave him for weeks. But as he began slipping, slumping on to the ground in a mess of hormones and sweat, the machine-like man managed to secure a firm grip on his hips, forcing his ass up for better access.     And then his to-be-boss sped up, thrusts shallower but faster so that his body was jerked roughly, collarbones harshly scraping the ground as he was dragged to and fro. To his surprise, the feeling was in no way not pleasurable.     It hit him then that he might just be a bit of a masochist at heart, finding arousal from the sharp pangs of pain as well as the slow sensual build-up of pleasure, one helping to increase the other.     A hand suddenly came to rest in his hair, tugging his neck backwards and pulling him abruptly from his musings. Groaning low in his throat, he felt like every thrust and tug on his neck was sending him closer to the edge, one step away from heaven. “Fuck – fuck, I’m close – so close –” His legs were trembling with anticipation, toes curling as familiar warmth built in his abdomen, ready to ignite and set fire to his body.     Somewhere beyond the rushing off blood in his ears and overwhelming sound of his own breath coming in short, harsh pants, he was aware of the thrusts managing to speed up even further somehow. He felt as if he were literally bouncing, hips of his own moving erratically to try and meet with Sehun’s dick to push it in deeper, seeking the release he so greatly needed. “Gonna – gonna –” Unable to form the words, he could only manage small whiny noises in the base of his throat, each getting higher in pitch as his desperation to cum increased.     So, so close. And just when he was about to reach out to stroke himself over the edge, his wrist was grabbed roughly, held in place with a grip that was fast becoming familiar. “N-ngh!” Trying to form a negative word was too hard so he settled with a negative sound, laced with desire.     “Have some pa… patience,” Sehun murmured, waiting several long moments before he grabbed the flushed organ of the other, pumping it in languid, unhurried movements just as he felt himself approaching his own peak, seconds away from toppling over.     “F-fuck! Fuck! Fuck! … ” Several high-pitched moans fell from Lu Han’s plush lips as he finally erupted all over himself and Sehun’s hand, panting heavily as drops of cum continued to ooze out even when his dick had been released.     No sooner had he slumped down, cheek against the cool surface of the wood flooring as he came ever so peacefully down from his high, than he felt a sudden warmth spread from his ass, accompanied by the sound of his boss groaning. The feeling made him whine low in his throat as well, out of satisfaction and because he realised suddenly that shit, the man hadn’t worn a condom.     But mostly satisfaction.     The familiar groggy feeling he usually got after an intense orgasm began washing over him in soothing waves, each wave pulling him closer and closer to unconsciousness. Eyes fluttering closed, his heartbeat steadied and breathing started to slow down. Mouth open in a slight gasp, his sudden yawn was what made Sehun jump to action.     “Yah,” the taller muttered gently, clicking his fingers continuously in front of the boy’s face to wake him up. “We aren’t finished.” The stunned look he received as blondie’s eyes burst open was something he would never forget.     Priceless.     Twenty minutes later and he had the same word in his head as he admired the sight in front of him. “Babyboy…”     Lu Han glared as hard as he could, cursing the Director in his head with every bad word he could think of, some more comical than insulting. He tried not to react as the tall man’s long fingers reached teasingly downwards, downwards to where the stupid dildo was nestled in his ass.     Desperation – to run, to cum, to quit, to reconsider his life choices – seizing him, he began to squirm around in his bindings, pulling and writhing and biting the rubber ball in his mouth (which was useless), only to receive a swift smack to his thigh.     “Turn around.”     You signed up for this, Lu Han… Pissed off at himself, he sighed and turned back to face the headboard where the cuffs around his wrists connected to, fighting the urge to whip his head around and see what Sehun was doing. Again, he cursed in his mind – this time his clumsiness for landing him into this tense, beautifully awful situation.     “Good boy.”     To reward the boy, Sehun reached down experimentally, pushing the dildo in a little further and taking great pride in the small shivers and noises emitted from the bound one. “You like that, huh?”     “Mmph!" Lu Han’s eyelids fluttered, rapidly alternating between open and closed as Sehun continued to push the object deeper and deeper, letting it stay completely submerged a moment.     Just as the boy’s breathing became deeper, less shallow behind the gag, he yanked the phallic object out until only the tip was in, before shoving it fully into the awaiting hole.     Lu Han’s whole body jerked at the harsh intrusion, eyes squinted shut when the action of pulling the dildo out was repeated. He now knew what was coming – but that didn’t make his desperate whimper any quieter when everything happened again.     It continued in this fashion for what felt like hours but was really minutes, each thrust starting to send Lu Han closer and closer to the edge, his body tensing more in anticipation each time. Limp with pleasure and exertion, he had flopped face forward onto the pillows, ass remaining in the air with a strenuous back arch that kept him aware. His eyes remained closed now, the euphoric sensation forcing them to tightly shut them along with his never ending stream of pants and moans, muffled begging barely making it out from behind the rubber ball. The shaking in his body wouldn’t stop, pale skin flushed a faint pink and covered with a sheen of sweat as he was fucked so deliberately, so carefully, and so amazingly.     Sehun’s cock was straining against the confines of his jeans, but he ignored it mostly, only indulging himself in a tight squeeze every so often, in between running his fingers gently up and down the tense body in front of him. He had never quite seen anyone like this boy – such a picture of defiled innocence with a body and face that could even put his favourite (Baekhyun) to shame. He watched closely with every forceful push of the toy, examining how the angel’s body began to tense and then remain tense, muscles straining and hips bucking at a frantic speed. He had managed to raise himself back to hands and knees, the position that should help him reach his orgasm quicker.     “Mm-mm-mmm!”     The high pitched noise was a red flag for Sehun, who knew Lu Han was at the edge. Smirking at his own cruelty, he instantly took away his hands, stopping his movements altogether and laughing at the huge whine that came from the boy in response.     The dildo still nestled nicely between those plump ass cheeks looked great in his camera, especially more so as it was accompanied by the small shivers that he received from the boy every time he snapped another photo. The fun of keeping the volume of the camera shutter on high.     Satisfied once he had enough photos to keep himself occupied tonight and perhaps tomorrow as well, he sat down on the bed beside the panting body and pulled out the dildo, wet with lube and making the boy whine even more, deprived of his orgasm.     “Let’s take a break,” Sehun murmured, fighting the urge to snicker at Lu Han’s groan. Leaving to where the water machine was, he filled a cup of icy water and then gently came back to turn the boy around so that he lay on his tender ass. Holding the cup out, he admired the pissed off look and then laughed jokingly, pretending to remember. “Oh! I’m so sorry! Your gag and cuffed hands. Here, let me help.”     With one hand, he untied the gag, taking his time with it and cutting off whatever Lu Han was about to say by pushing the cup to his lips and making him drink. (“My co-!”)     When he deemed the boy sufficiently hydrated, he took back the cup and threw the remainder of the water on his still-hard cock, ignoring the yelp and curse word thrown in his direction. “It’s a cold shower,” he said, smiling at the face he got. “So anyway.” He slid back into his chair, opening up the Employee Form on his computer. He supposed it would be easier for the boy for him to help him.     “Tell me about yourself?”     “What do you wanna know?” Lu Han shot back, pouting cutely at his non-diminishing erection. Surprised that he had enough leeway with the cuffs to reach his stomach, he was excited for a quick moment until he was met with resistance and realised that that was about as far as he could get. The feeling of dismay hit him instantly, and he let out a low whine.     Sehun glanced at the form. “Name?”     “Lu Han.”     “Cute. Age?” Before the boy could reply, he began typing. “Easy. Eighteen, barely.”     “Twenty-three, dumbass.”     He really enjoyed the defiance. “Watch your tone, I happen to be your boss. Ah, you know what?” Pushing himself back up and grabbing the neglected gag, he slid it back into the glaring boy’s mouth. “I think we’ll skip this break for that rudeness, and go straight on.” Walking over to the set of his ‘props’, he grabbed more lube along with a mystery object that Lu Han had difficulty spotting.     And plenty of rope. Which he promptly used to pull up the slender legs, enjoying the lack of resistance, and push them backwards, folding the boy in half before tying them over his head to the bedpost to where his wrists were secured. Attention drawn to the length of the chain attached to the cuffs, he yanked it back, pulling until the boy’s arms were stuck above his head, securing them further.     “Wanna try this?”     Lu Han hoped the stink-eye he was giving the small vibrator in Sehun’s large hand was conveying his emotions fully, but alas, Sehun clearly didn’t care for his opinion.     Because a moment later, it was being pushed slowly up his ass, making him groan at the joint pleasure and pain it brought him. It made his cock harden even more, and that fucking hurt because of the stupid ring on it that restricted him. He wanted to close his legs, rub them and his neglected cock, but having his legs practically above his head so didn’t help.     “You know what else it does?”     Again not waiting for an answer, Sehun waved a remote in front of him, before switching it on.     Lu Han’s back arched so violently, he feared he was going to dislocate something, erection red and angry, already oozing precum.     The enticing sight had the Director wolf-whistle, sitting at this computer again. “Let’s do something simple,” he said to the moaning boy. “I ask you a question and you answer respectfully. If not, I’ll turn up your vibrator. Sound fun?”     Deciding to help Lu Han answer, he untied the ball gag again.     “Please!” was the first word that came out of the reddened, glistening lips. “Fuck – please – I want to cum so bad!”      “Well, work with me and you’ll get to, babe.” Returning again to his desk with a satisfied grin, he continued his questions, giving the form a glance. “Any previous modelling experience?”     “N-no! None!”     “Good boy,” he murmured vaguely as he typed. Then, without even looking at the form. “Any boyfriend?”     “What the fuck? Why would you n-need – ah! Fuck!” Lu Han struggled against his bindings desperately as the vibrations were turned up in intensity, shaking his head desperately and internally begging to cum.     “Should have answered it anyway,” Sehun commented, clicking his tongue. Reaching out a long arm, he slid the gag back into its place in Lu Han’s mouth, tightening it and pulling out his camera again.     “You look gorgeous.” He grinned at the young innocent beauty in front of him, all ready for the personal photo-shoot.     Lu Han was unable to reply properly obviously, lips stretched tight around the gag that allowed nothing more than muffled whimpers to come out of. His wrists were secured behind him to the edges of the grand bed with strict metal handcuffs, stopping all movement, legs spread obscenely wide as they had been pulled backwards and above his head to where his wrists were, practically bent double.     It was a rather perfect photo.     As Sehun watched with faint amusement, Lu Han moaned loudly through the gag, his body shifting as if to buck upwards. He casually fingered the remote in his hand, debating whether or not to turn it up.     He was glad he did, really, because the noises the boy made when the toy shifted more vigorously inside of him, muffled mewls to take the cock ring off, made him even harder than before.     “Let’s have some more fun, baby.” Again, the gag was removed and Sehun resumed his seat. “So, any boyfriend?”     “God – yes! One!”

“Mhmm.” He didn’t even bother pretending to type. “His name?”     “Why does it – okay, okayyyy!” The vibrator was turned up further. “J-Jae!”     “How far did you two get?”     Lu Han’s neck flushed even deeper, if possible.     “Yes?”     “We had sex – fuck!”     “Was he as big as me?”     “I – I don’t know!” The bucking and desperation in his voice increased as the vibrator reached its maximum, small whimpers turning into screams. “Fuck – fuck – no – please – cum –”     And so Sehun promptly switched it off, going back to collect something else while Lu Han was left slumped, panting and whining to cum.     “Last object to try! Promise…”     Lu Han rolled his eyes dramatically as Sehun’s back was turned, not even bothering to whine. All he wanted right now was some freaking release and it seemed the only way he would get that was by behaving.     It was when the Director called out “Aha!” and held up a silver butt-plug that Lu Han practically peed himself. How the fuck was that going to fit…?     Surprisingly, Sehun was gentle and took his time with the removal of the vibrator, putting it to the side before he reached over to untie Lu Han’s legs. Massaging them softly with his thumbs to lighten the dull ache the boy was probably feeling, he settled them gently down on the bed.     Lu Han let out soft moans at the brief touches left on his body, sensitive for relief. He knew that the Director was enjoying this, and found himself proven correct when the man’s hands lingered on his abdomen, stroking the skin lightly before sliding fingers up to his neck and then back down to his nipples. There, they stayed for longer, gently rubbing the swollen buds.     “Turn around one last time, baby.”     The command was soft, and he obeyed instantly, body moving before his mind even registered how much he hoped his release was close.     Lethargy made way for shock and a yelp as his stretched ass was invaded again, by what he assumed was the butt-plug, coated generously in lube and worked in rather quickly. Instinctively, he found himself tugging on his bindings, mouth open in voiceless moans. The sensations were painful but pleasant and everything was so sensitive, he felt he was going to explode from the slightest touch. Oh. And feeling Sehun’s gaze on his back made him feel hotter and needy and arch his back for more because please, I just wanna cum.     “That’s it, Lu, just a little more.” The nickname was soft, Sehun’s words sliding in and out of Lu Han’s ears, calming everything in between and managing to loosen his tense muscles ever so slightly.     Eventually, the plug was in, nestled in between two pale globes. The boy slumped forwards onto the bed, breathing heavily as if he had run a marathon, the move making him moan breathlessly at the shift. Experimentally, he wiggled his ass teasingly at the Director, only having to stop abruptly when the unusual sensation became too much to handle.     “Good work, Lu,” was murmured as he heard the clicking of the camera again. This time, he embraced it, pushing back his ass further and hoping the lighting was generous. When the camera came suddenly to his face, he blinked rapidly, hearing another murmur of “Stunning” at his glazed eyes.     “Just a couple more photos, sweetheart. Then you get your reward.”     He nodded lethargically, feeling himself drift, mind away from the body he was leaving behind. And then there was a hand on his cock that brought him back, a knot deep in his stomach, before that very knot came abruptly undone. The feeling was something different – this was no usual orgasm. Wave after wave of pleasure and then he was floating somewhere high in the sky – perhaps even higher – somewhere where he wasn’t tied down to responsibilities and bills and issues. He was free in a sense, whether that meant free from the confines of his own body or free from the troubles in his mind. And it was a feeling that was beautiful, something he wouldn’t want to come back from.     …Babyboy…”     Who was that?     “Come back down, babe.”     Oh, it was the Director. Was that a command? Sure sounded like a command…     He had to follow commands – right?     “Lu Han…”     Fingers on his cheek. A soft towel wiping away at his body. The same fingers rubbing something cold and ever so soothing into his wrists and ankles. The sensations seemed to come from far away like the voice, as if only a small part of himself occupied his body and felt what was happening.     So cold.     Within seconds of thinking it, he registered some surprise at the blanket that came to wrap around his body, as if his thought had been heard.     “Lu Han, baby. You did amazing.”     Right. Lu Han was his name.     “D-Director guy?” He managed, giggling a little because he didn’t even know the man’s name.     There was a soft chuckle. “That’s me, sweetheart. Call me Sehun.”     “Sehun… Why am I so hazy?”     Sehun wrapped the blanket tighter around his body as he shivered. “It’s safe to say you experienced elements of subspace and subdrop. Usually only happen between two very intimately connected partners, but everyone’s different and I’m capable of handling whatever your pretty ass throws at me.”     Pretty ass. That made him giggle more.     It took a few hours of casual cuddling (he was cuddling the handsome Director called Sehun!), during which anyone who opened the door was instantly told to disappear by the tall man, and a few hours of the same tall man fetching food from everywhere and feeding Lu Han small bits and pieces, slowly luring him back into his body completely.     And eventually, with a few hours of gentleness, Lu Han was more coherent, the situation falling on him like rocks. Wide eyes turned to face Sehun as he found himself shocked at the other’s man caring ways, surprised he hadn’t been made to leave instantly. The questions were all bubbling at the tip of his tongue –     “Congrats. You got the job. Do you accept?”     Lu Han couldn’t manage more than a slight shrug. “I don’t know. Ask me later.”     “Lift home?”     “No thanks. I would like…some time alone, please.” He needed to re-evaluate his life choices, really, and figure out what he wanted.     “Fair enough, but take it easy. Call me when you’re ready to ask those questions burning inside of you and to take the job if you like their answers.”    Lu Han kind of wished he’d taken the lift now. Sighing, he pulled out the card he’d been given along with a small kiss on his cheek.     The call was answered instantly. “So?”     “I’d like a lift home please.”     “Thought so. Look to your right.”     Tingles travelled through his body as his head snapped to the side, to see a dark-windowed sleek car parked alongside him on the pavement. As he stared, mouth hanging open, the back window slid down to reveal the all-familiar smirk.     “We have a lot to talk about, babyboy.”     ★a/n:k so I wanna make it clear that even though it seems like they fancy eachother, their relationship is purely sex and trust. they're like playmates and sehun can be seen as luhan's "bdsm mentor" I mean you can totally imagine them fucking on more photoshoots and so on, but they're not romanticbUT SURPRISEit's been a looooooooong time without you my friends and I finally got to update whoop whoopI have Results Day tomorrow and I sit here updating instead #prioritiesanyone still reading this dead story???