The Moonstone (8/?)
Title: The Moonstone (8/?)
Pairing: Sehun/Luhan, Chanyeol/Baekhyun, Kai/Kyungsoo, Kris/Tao
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Wolf!AU, drama, mpreg, M/M , M/F
Warnings: smut
Disclaimer: They are not mine, obviously.
Summary:: Luhan's the most beautiful and cherished omega in the pack. Comparing to Sehun he's as weak as a child, as easily breakable as a baby deer - and more desirable than any treasure a man can ever possess.
Chapter 7
Chapter 9
Three weeks later
There's freshness and pure, innocent hope painting Luhan's features every time Kyungsoo gazes at his delicate profile as they march in the autumn chill, swirls of colorful leaves falling in cascades like stars all around them. Reds, oranges and gold; shimmers of dying summer heat in their hair and cold wind kissing their lips as they walk into the unknown.
It's three weeks since they left their habitat and decided to run. Three weeks without proper meal, sleep or comfort.
''Are you alright?'' Sehun bends down just a little and whispers in Luhan's ear, warm air almost making the other boy wince. ''You seem distant, but not unhappy. I wonder what's on your mind.''
You, Luhan almost blurts out. Since they met, it seems like Sehun is truly the only thing on his mind, slowly consuming everything he cared about before his appearance. The other side of himself, a shard of his heart he didn't know existed. But it's too much to be said aloud and Luhan just shakes his head sheepishly, hoping Sehun understands.
''I'm just a little worried about...everything. What others think about us. They follow because I said that this is the only way, but I wonder if they really believe me? Do they believe in me? I just don't know. After all, we didn't exactly tell them what this really is about.''
''They wouldn't follow if they didn't believe in you, Luhan. They left almost everything they had behind and this is not something you can easily underestimate. And I know you want to tell them, but we can't; not yet.''
Luhan bits his lip.
''Sehun?''
''Hm?''
''I'm not a creature of cold like you, this freezing wind makes my bones feel hollow. Could you-''
But the other male presses their bodies tighter together before Luhan manages to finish his sentence, a knowing smile lightning up his face. Sehun's body radiates all the heat the golden-haired boy yearned for, and snuggled in his comforting embrace Luhan feels as safe as one could possibly be. It's easier to march feeling his closeness.
''Better now?''
''Uh-huh.''
Everything is different now. He hopes the pack accepts it too, but when he incidentally steals a peek at Chen's unusually stern expression he's not so sure.
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Few days later they find a small, abandoned village in the woods. It provides perfect shelter even if only temporarily, and this is really all they could wish for right now, Baekhyun already panting heavily and half leaning on Chanyeol as they make themselves comfortable.
''I can't wait any longer.'' Baekhyun moans shamelessly as soon as they enter a small room Kris led them to 'to take care of this business' while the rest of the group unpacks whatever little they managed to bring. ''Hurry up.''
''I'm trying my best here, believe me.''
''You have thirty seconds to get this over with.''
''Two minutes.''
''One!''
Baekhyun knows for a fact that Chanyeol is ridiculously turned on right now even if all he sees is his arched back, the taller man unfolding fur blankets and soft pillows on the ground with precision he otherwise shows only while hunting. It's endearing how much he cares, Baekhyun thinks suddenly, and a soft whimper of embarrassing adoration escapes his lips.
He loves him too much.
''Almost done, I swear.''
''You better.''
Although rather clumsy during daily ordeals, Chanyeol never fails when it comes to Baekhyun's comfort or safety. His arms are steady while holding him, muscles hard and tense supporting the other man's weight.
It has always been like this. Before becoming lovers during Baekhyun's heats Chanyeol had already been more than a friend, or even a best friend; he had been someone Baekhyun counted on the most - a soul mate. He understood him better than anyone. To become his, after all the waiting, was something the smaller boy treasured above everything else.
''To think about it...'' Baekhyun jumps, realizing that Chanyeol's face is dangerously close to his all of a sudden, huge, round eyes staring him down with wonder. Baekhyun makes a mental note not to let his thoughts drift away again because no matter how much he loves Chanyeol, his mate is just slightly creepy like that. ''Your heat is kind of early this time, isn't it?''
''Yeah, it seems so,'' Baekhyun sighs, one hand already sneaking underneath Chanyeol's shirt. ''You better take an exceptionally good care of me this time.''
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Day
They don't talk much that day. Everyone is busy with their own ordeals and managing the area so that they have decent place to spend a few more nights until Baekhyun is able to travel again. Luhan tries not to stand out or even cross anyone's way, instead finding a little hut at the very verge of the village and shutting himself inside, away from prying eyes. There's too much doubt in his head, crazy thoughts galloping and gnawing at his sanity as darkness engulfs his shivering, sweaty body. He yelps in frustration.
He feels like he's suffocating in his own skin with fire dancing just beneath its soft surface; ready to burn holes and turn his body into ash. He lies down on damp wooden floor and counts passing seconds, hoping his heart will finally slow down its raging pace and let him think.
Hoping Sehun isn't looking for him right now and in the same time dying to be held in his arms.
Evening
''Where's Luhan?'' Kris asks, head turning left and right as he tries to spot the smaller boy somewhere among the rest of the pack. They take their seats beside the fire, summoned by the leader to discuss their next move after Baekhyun's heat is over; him and his mate excluded from the little meeting for obvious reason. Only Luhan's missing. ''Has anyone seen him?''
''I'll go look-'' Sehun starts, but then he feels a shy tug at his sleeve and turns around to stare at two glassy, familiar orbs. ''Lu?''
Luhan doesn't listen to what's being said in the slightest and excuses himself right before the meeting ends, jumping anxiously from his seat and into Sehun's arms when he decides he can't stand this any longer. ''I'm not feeling very well today,'' he explains vaguely, silently praying for Kris not to pry any further. ''I'll go to sleep if that's alright. I might have caught a cold.''
Kris raises a brow at that but nods anyway. He doesn't say anything when Sehun escorts Luhan to one of the huts.
Night
Sehun doesn't leave, instead lulling Luhan to sleep in his arms. He decides against asking questions even though he senses something isn't quite right with the other boy, rocking him gently until Luhan's breath evens and pressing his chest to his back when Luhan falls asleep. It's like holding a little bird so delicate and tender; hollow bones he's capable of breaking with the smallest of touches resting sweetly just beneath his fingertips, vulnerable and trusting. Luhan's chest rises and falls in steady rhythm and Sehun's body presses tighter to him.
He feels like whispering into Luhan's ear, to tell him how much he needs him, how much he wants him. How hard it is to be around him and be restrained by laws and principles at the same time; how hard it is to hold his ground and not fall completely, helplessly in love.
''If you only knew what you do to me, Lulu.'' he murmurs, unable to close his eyes with Luhan's intimate closeness and senses overwhelmed by his sweet scent. ''You're so perfect I'm terrified that you won't ever be truly mine.''
Sehun starts scattering cautious kisses along his sleeping friend's neck and Luhan whimpers unconsciously in his slumber, cradled in his arms like a small, scared animal. His precious jewel.
''Oh, Luhan...''
Sehun imagines them making love like this, so hesitantly and cautiously, with Luhan falling apart in his embrace as he comes undone, golden hair plastered to his sweaty forehead and eyes full of undying devotion. His hand slides down tentatively to rest on Luhan's perfectly flat stomach and starts drawing small circles on the fabric of his shirt, so gently he barely touches it.
His mind drifts away.
Sehun falls asleep to the picture of their child growing inside that belly, with perfectly white skin and glimmering hair, a tiny, sweet cub with Luhan's little nose and Sehun's narrow, stern eyes.
Midnight
When Sehun opens his eyes in the dead of the night to some unknown pressure on his lap and chest he's convinced he's still dreaming; previous wishes now taking form inside of his hungry mind. But then shadows move above his form and he realizes that his hands are grasping Luhan's milky thighs, naked skin beneath cold fingers.
Softness of his skin stirs him awake.
''What are you doing, Lulu?'' Sehun manages to whisper before the boy rolls his hips and draws a long hiss from his mouth. ''Wait.''
''Can't...'' Luhan mewls and only then Sehun catches the familiar aroma that emanates from his body. Almost like heat, but it's much, much too early for him. ''I want it...so badly. Please. Just...take me.''
Sehun's hands hold down on Luhan's thighs in the most awkward manner as the other boy tries to move and grind against him with cute little whimpers, lower lip stuck out in a pout. He looks all sorts of sinful and improper, skin warm and slightly sweaty beneath Sehun's fingers, trembling feverishly when the other boy gives his leg a playful pinch and gently pushes him off of his chest to the other side of the mattress. To his surprise Luhan doesn't try to fight or disobey, rolling into a ball as soon as his skin loses contact with Sehun's.
''What's going on, Lulu?''
The golden-haired boy stays quiet and Sehun feels a shiver down his spine when he hears a quiet sob a few moments later.
''Hey...Luhannie? What's wrong darling?'' it's the first time he calls Luhan by such a name and suddenly the urge to comfort him becomes almost too strong to stand, his instincts screaming at him to do something as soon as possible to help the weaker omega. Luhan turns to face him and licks his dry lips, eyes foggy.
''How is it even possible? You can't...be in heat again?''
No, it's not possible. The last time Luhan was in heat Sehun felt his entire body burning alive along with him in a maddening craze; now it's just a faint tingle of desire at the ends of his fingertips, a slight discomfort incomparable to the anguish he knows all too well. Too less for him to even get excited enough, but the same couldn't be said about Luhan, he realizes when the other boy sneaks a hand between his own thighs and squeezes.
''Se...hun. I...'' He feels shame and rejection emanating from Luhan's body and it physically hurts to see him like this, but Sehun's confused and mistrusting himself so he opts for stroking the other's boy hair like he usually does when he's upset, ignoring the fact that Luhan most certainly touches himself right now through the thin fabric of his robe. The smaller boy leans into Sehun's touch and covers his own mouth with a hand to stifle soft moans.
''Luhan...?''
''I don't know why.'' he says finally and catches Sehun's hand just when it's about to rise again and run through his golden locks. ''But...I really...need it. I'm sorry.''
Sehun bites his lip.
''We can't.''
''You don't want to.''
''Luhan, you know as well as I do that I'm not past my adolescence yet. If they ever, ever find out that we did it...''
''Then they won't. You can mask your scent, don't you? Nobody will find out.''
Sehun opens his mouth to protest again but then all too unexpectedly Luhan gets up and he catches a glimpse of his hard erection restrained by much too thin fabric of his robe, pink tip already leaking precome. It's mesmerizing and so impossibly sinful that Sehun just stares at him when Luhan sheds his clothes and gets down on his knees. His senses come back to him when the golden-haired boy pulls at his trousers and demands, ''Take those off.''
Luhan must have accidentally pierced his lower lip with a fang when he was getting up a moment ago because there's a red trail along his chin; deep crimson contrasting with his porcelain skin like bloody prints on fresh snow. Sehun already knows he’s losing control.
''Do you even know what you're doing, Lulu?'' he manages before all of his self-restraint crumbles under Luhan's delicate fingers. ''Because this doesn't feel right.''
Luhan nods his head as he helps Sehun out of his breeches, shaking hands having quite a difficulty undoing the tight knot. When they are both finally naked, after all those days of hungry looks and unfulfilled desires, suddenly everything's too real and too sudden.
''We really shouldn't do this.'' Sehun whispers when Luhan locks their lips together and smears blood on Sehun's skin, but they both know that it's already too late to stop. And neither of them wants to break free anymore.
''I'm sorry.'' Luhan breathes softly in between small licks and kisses but his voice has already lost its apologetic tone. Lost in sweet passion that was sleeping in their hearts for far too long, tasting the forbidden is the only thing they truly desire.
Sehun breaks the kiss several minutes later, out of breath and starved for some more of Luhan's flawless skin. He runs his hands down the smaller boy's sides and marvels at how perfectly sculpted his delicate body is, how lean and tense and yet so invitingly soft and vulnerable all at the same time. Luhan's adorable lips are forming a cute little pout as Sehun touches him everywhere he wants, from his long neck and bony clavicle to small, perky nipples that seem to peek at him shyly. He stops there and starts drawing circles around them; closer and closer until his fingers finally pinch down hard and draw a surprised - and a little pained - whine from Luhan's mouth.
''That hurts!'' the golden-haired boy yelps when Sehun still holds them between his fingers, refusing to lessen the pressure. ''Ow!''
Sehun chuckles at him and lets go, but his fingers are soon replaced by warm lips and tongue and this small alternation makes Luhan utter a cry of genuine pleasure. The silver-haired boy bites down and suckles on his nipples and suddenly Luhan remembers the dream he once had, a nightmare in which two unknown cubs drank his milk in haste, cutting his skin with their little pointy fangs. He pushes that memory back where it belongs - to the deepest corner of his mind - and focuses on intense pleasure that hits him over and over again.
''Sehun...oh my...''
He's close. Sehun reaches down with one of his hands and rests it on Luhan's lower stomach, stubbornly ignoring his whining for more.
''How do you want to do it?'' Sehun asks after leaving one final, wet trail from Luhan's navel to where his hand rests. He doesn't have any experience in this but his actions are like instinctual reflexes, dictated by knowledge resting in every wolf's genes. Luhan peeps down at his messy silver hair and his heart swells a little.
He loves Sehun, his every gentle kiss and every single touch. But his body, hot and eager, needs to be conquered and dominated until his alpha's touch is forever imprinted beneath his pale skin.
''I want you to stop holding back,'' he whispers, caressing Sehun's cheek with his fingertips. He knows it might be hard for him because their hormones during heat urge them to act differently than they normally do and the silver-haired male can't smell him the way he did when Luhan was blooming a few weeks ago, therefore his actions aren't as forceful as they should be during this. But Luhan needs it. He's shocked at the realization that he desires pain more than anything right now. ''Take me fast and rough. I know that I'm not in heat and that you feel like protecting me, but please stop. I... want to be hurt. Marked. By you.''
''Luhan...''
''Hunnie. Don't make me beg for this, it's humiliating.''
Sehun stares at him for what feels like ages and Luhan mouths It's okay, it's okay, don't be afraid until he furrows his brows and nods.
''I hope you won't regret it.''
The taller boy grabs his omega by the hair and throws him down on the mattress, towering over his thin frame. Sehun feels a little guilty when he realizes that Luhan is a perfect submissive partner, luring with his exceptionally good looks and vulnerability that makes dominant males desperate to break him into pieces. He's physically weak and easy to assault and his big, innocent eyes give away every single thought that crosses his mind just like his quivering lips do. It almost feels wrong to treat him like this but then again, that's how it's supposed to be. ''So you want to be a little bitch, hm?''
Luhan shudders at his words and Sehun immediately regrets them, thinking that perhaps that's not at all what the golden-haired boy wanted after all but just when he's about to apologize for making a fool of himself Luhan licks his lips and urges him closer. ''Yes.''
It becomes surprisingly natural very fast, Sehun letting his instincts overtake him as he bruises Luhan's arm and forces him into a kneeling position, the boy's head raised expectantly. He's beautiful, almost too beautiful to exist and Sehun feels stinging jealousy at the thought that he's not Luhan's first - and only - partner; that Xiumin did all of it to him before. He stops that train of thought before it angers him any further because none of this was Luhan's fault in the first place - if anything, it was his.
He has to regain at least some self-control if they're going to play this game safely. After all, comparing to him Luhan is as weak as a child, as easily breakable as a baby deer.
He grabs him by the hair once again and maneuvers his head closer to his own groin, shaking it a little to stress his point without unnecessary words. He would be lying to himself if he said that this kind of situation didn't cross his mind even once since they meet, but at the same time it wasn't anywhere close to being his favorite fantasy - or so he thinks, having never done it before Sehun isn't entirely sure about his own reactions, especially when it's about Luhan. But now that they're here and Luhan's pink tongue darts out and touches the head of his member tentatively Sehun realizes that favorite or not, this is not something he should force onto him unless he's entirely sure they both feel comfortable with such overly intimate action. And if there was one thing he would never forgive himself, that would be either truly hurting or humiliating Luhan.
So he lets go of his hair and watches the surprise painting Luhan's features when he loses balance and falls face down on the mattress yet again. He's quick to apologize and rise on his shoulders, but Sehun shushes him quiet. ''It's okay, it's my fault. You don't have to do this.''
Luhan looks like he's about to argue and insist on giving him head anyway but Sehun pecks his nose quickly before he manages to open his mouth. ''Lie down on your back, princess.''
The smaller boy chuckles a little at that and does what he's told, not at all surprised when Sehun's body covers his the very next second. ''I hope you're comfortable right now because this is going to hurt. For some reason you feel like you're in heat but you're not - and the natural lubrication you'd normally have is missing now.''
Luhan huffs at him. ''I told you to be rough.''
Easy to say when you look at me like this, Sehun thinks when he covers his fingers with as much saliva as he can and pushes them inside Luhan. Wolves rarely engage in sexual activities when their mates aren't in heat. It's tiresome and painful and their instincts aren't fired up enough to make the whole ordeal worth it; quite the opposite - they are awkward and out of place and the heavy, oppressive atmosphere around them makes dominant males feel like they're hurting their partners. Luhan is not like every other wolf though, and Sehun will do his best for him.
He props Luhan's side with one hand and grabs his leg under the knee with another, lifting his torso a few inches off the ground. Luhan looks just like he imagined he would, beautiful and open and so very much in love.
The golden-haired boy hisses when Sehun's manhood pushes through his tight ring of muscles but at the same time he can't contain excitement that they're finally joined; bodies fitting together perfectly. They move in sync, chests falling and rising in the dead of the night until Luhan's sweet moans ring in Sehun's ears long after they collapse on the damp mattress.
Chapter 7
Chapter 9
Pairing: Sehun/Luhan, Chanyeol/Baekhyun, Kai/Kyungsoo, Kris/Tao
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Wolf!AU, drama, mpreg, M/M , M/F
Warnings: smut
Disclaimer: They are not mine, obviously.
Summary:: Luhan's the most beautiful and cherished omega in the pack. Comparing to Sehun he's as weak as a child, as easily breakable as a baby deer - and more desirable than any treasure a man can ever possess.
Chapter 7
Chapter 9
Three weeks later
There's freshness and pure, innocent hope painting Luhan's features every time Kyungsoo gazes at his delicate profile as they march in the autumn chill, swirls of colorful leaves falling in cascades like stars all around them. Reds, oranges and gold; shimmers of dying summer heat in their hair and cold wind kissing their lips as they walk into the unknown.
It's three weeks since they left their habitat and decided to run. Three weeks without proper meal, sleep or comfort.
''Are you alright?'' Sehun bends down just a little and whispers in Luhan's ear, warm air almost making the other boy wince. ''You seem distant, but not unhappy. I wonder what's on your mind.''
You, Luhan almost blurts out. Since they met, it seems like Sehun is truly the only thing on his mind, slowly consuming everything he cared about before his appearance. The other side of himself, a shard of his heart he didn't know existed. But it's too much to be said aloud and Luhan just shakes his head sheepishly, hoping Sehun understands.
''I'm just a little worried about...everything. What others think about us. They follow because I said that this is the only way, but I wonder if they really believe me? Do they believe in me? I just don't know. After all, we didn't exactly tell them what this really is about.''
''They wouldn't follow if they didn't believe in you, Luhan. They left almost everything they had behind and this is not something you can easily underestimate. And I know you want to tell them, but we can't; not yet.''
Luhan bits his lip.
''Sehun?''
''Hm?''
''I'm not a creature of cold like you, this freezing wind makes my bones feel hollow. Could you-''
But the other male presses their bodies tighter together before Luhan manages to finish his sentence, a knowing smile lightning up his face. Sehun's body radiates all the heat the golden-haired boy yearned for, and snuggled in his comforting embrace Luhan feels as safe as one could possibly be. It's easier to march feeling his closeness.
''Better now?''
''Uh-huh.''
Everything is different now. He hopes the pack accepts it too, but when he incidentally steals a peek at Chen's unusually stern expression he's not so sure.
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Few days later they find a small, abandoned village in the woods. It provides perfect shelter even if only temporarily, and this is really all they could wish for right now, Baekhyun already panting heavily and half leaning on Chanyeol as they make themselves comfortable.
''I can't wait any longer.'' Baekhyun moans shamelessly as soon as they enter a small room Kris led them to 'to take care of this business' while the rest of the group unpacks whatever little they managed to bring. ''Hurry up.''
''I'm trying my best here, believe me.''
''You have thirty seconds to get this over with.''
''Two minutes.''
''One!''
Baekhyun knows for a fact that Chanyeol is ridiculously turned on right now even if all he sees is his arched back, the taller man unfolding fur blankets and soft pillows on the ground with precision he otherwise shows only while hunting. It's endearing how much he cares, Baekhyun thinks suddenly, and a soft whimper of embarrassing adoration escapes his lips.
He loves him too much.
''Almost done, I swear.''
''You better.''
Although rather clumsy during daily ordeals, Chanyeol never fails when it comes to Baekhyun's comfort or safety. His arms are steady while holding him, muscles hard and tense supporting the other man's weight.
It has always been like this. Before becoming lovers during Baekhyun's heats Chanyeol had already been more than a friend, or even a best friend; he had been someone Baekhyun counted on the most - a soul mate. He understood him better than anyone. To become his, after all the waiting, was something the smaller boy treasured above everything else.
''To think about it...'' Baekhyun jumps, realizing that Chanyeol's face is dangerously close to his all of a sudden, huge, round eyes staring him down with wonder. Baekhyun makes a mental note not to let his thoughts drift away again because no matter how much he loves Chanyeol, his mate is just slightly creepy like that. ''Your heat is kind of early this time, isn't it?''
''Yeah, it seems so,'' Baekhyun sighs, one hand already sneaking underneath Chanyeol's shirt. ''You better take an exceptionally good care of me this time.''
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Day
They don't talk much that day. Everyone is busy with their own ordeals and managing the area so that they have decent place to spend a few more nights until Baekhyun is able to travel again. Luhan tries not to stand out or even cross anyone's way, instead finding a little hut at the very verge of the village and shutting himself inside, away from prying eyes. There's too much doubt in his head, crazy thoughts galloping and gnawing at his sanity as darkness engulfs his shivering, sweaty body. He yelps in frustration.
He feels like he's suffocating in his own skin with fire dancing just beneath its soft surface; ready to burn holes and turn his body into ash. He lies down on damp wooden floor and counts passing seconds, hoping his heart will finally slow down its raging pace and let him think.
Hoping Sehun isn't looking for him right now and in the same time dying to be held in his arms.
Evening
''Where's Luhan?'' Kris asks, head turning left and right as he tries to spot the smaller boy somewhere among the rest of the pack. They take their seats beside the fire, summoned by the leader to discuss their next move after Baekhyun's heat is over; him and his mate excluded from the little meeting for obvious reason. Only Luhan's missing. ''Has anyone seen him?''
''I'll go look-'' Sehun starts, but then he feels a shy tug at his sleeve and turns around to stare at two glassy, familiar orbs. ''Lu?''
Luhan doesn't listen to what's being said in the slightest and excuses himself right before the meeting ends, jumping anxiously from his seat and into Sehun's arms when he decides he can't stand this any longer. ''I'm not feeling very well today,'' he explains vaguely, silently praying for Kris not to pry any further. ''I'll go to sleep if that's alright. I might have caught a cold.''
Kris raises a brow at that but nods anyway. He doesn't say anything when Sehun escorts Luhan to one of the huts.
Night
Sehun doesn't leave, instead lulling Luhan to sleep in his arms. He decides against asking questions even though he senses something isn't quite right with the other boy, rocking him gently until Luhan's breath evens and pressing his chest to his back when Luhan falls asleep. It's like holding a little bird so delicate and tender; hollow bones he's capable of breaking with the smallest of touches resting sweetly just beneath his fingertips, vulnerable and trusting. Luhan's chest rises and falls in steady rhythm and Sehun's body presses tighter to him.
He feels like whispering into Luhan's ear, to tell him how much he needs him, how much he wants him. How hard it is to be around him and be restrained by laws and principles at the same time; how hard it is to hold his ground and not fall completely, helplessly in love.
''If you only knew what you do to me, Lulu.'' he murmurs, unable to close his eyes with Luhan's intimate closeness and senses overwhelmed by his sweet scent. ''You're so perfect I'm terrified that you won't ever be truly mine.''
Sehun starts scattering cautious kisses along his sleeping friend's neck and Luhan whimpers unconsciously in his slumber, cradled in his arms like a small, scared animal. His precious jewel.
''Oh, Luhan...''
Sehun imagines them making love like this, so hesitantly and cautiously, with Luhan falling apart in his embrace as he comes undone, golden hair plastered to his sweaty forehead and eyes full of undying devotion. His hand slides down tentatively to rest on Luhan's perfectly flat stomach and starts drawing small circles on the fabric of his shirt, so gently he barely touches it.
His mind drifts away.
Sehun falls asleep to the picture of their child growing inside that belly, with perfectly white skin and glimmering hair, a tiny, sweet cub with Luhan's little nose and Sehun's narrow, stern eyes.
Midnight
When Sehun opens his eyes in the dead of the night to some unknown pressure on his lap and chest he's convinced he's still dreaming; previous wishes now taking form inside of his hungry mind. But then shadows move above his form and he realizes that his hands are grasping Luhan's milky thighs, naked skin beneath cold fingers.
Softness of his skin stirs him awake.
''What are you doing, Lulu?'' Sehun manages to whisper before the boy rolls his hips and draws a long hiss from his mouth. ''Wait.''
''Can't...'' Luhan mewls and only then Sehun catches the familiar aroma that emanates from his body. Almost like heat, but it's much, much too early for him. ''I want it...so badly. Please. Just...take me.''
Sehun's hands hold down on Luhan's thighs in the most awkward manner as the other boy tries to move and grind against him with cute little whimpers, lower lip stuck out in a pout. He looks all sorts of sinful and improper, skin warm and slightly sweaty beneath Sehun's fingers, trembling feverishly when the other boy gives his leg a playful pinch and gently pushes him off of his chest to the other side of the mattress. To his surprise Luhan doesn't try to fight or disobey, rolling into a ball as soon as his skin loses contact with Sehun's.
''What's going on, Lulu?''
The golden-haired boy stays quiet and Sehun feels a shiver down his spine when he hears a quiet sob a few moments later.
''Hey...Luhannie? What's wrong darling?'' it's the first time he calls Luhan by such a name and suddenly the urge to comfort him becomes almost too strong to stand, his instincts screaming at him to do something as soon as possible to help the weaker omega. Luhan turns to face him and licks his dry lips, eyes foggy.
''How is it even possible? You can't...be in heat again?''
No, it's not possible. The last time Luhan was in heat Sehun felt his entire body burning alive along with him in a maddening craze; now it's just a faint tingle of desire at the ends of his fingertips, a slight discomfort incomparable to the anguish he knows all too well. Too less for him to even get excited enough, but the same couldn't be said about Luhan, he realizes when the other boy sneaks a hand between his own thighs and squeezes.
''Se...hun. I...'' He feels shame and rejection emanating from Luhan's body and it physically hurts to see him like this, but Sehun's confused and mistrusting himself so he opts for stroking the other's boy hair like he usually does when he's upset, ignoring the fact that Luhan most certainly touches himself right now through the thin fabric of his robe. The smaller boy leans into Sehun's touch and covers his own mouth with a hand to stifle soft moans.
''Luhan...?''
''I don't know why.'' he says finally and catches Sehun's hand just when it's about to rise again and run through his golden locks. ''But...I really...need it. I'm sorry.''
Sehun bites his lip.
''We can't.''
''You don't want to.''
''Luhan, you know as well as I do that I'm not past my adolescence yet. If they ever, ever find out that we did it...''
''Then they won't. You can mask your scent, don't you? Nobody will find out.''
Sehun opens his mouth to protest again but then all too unexpectedly Luhan gets up and he catches a glimpse of his hard erection restrained by much too thin fabric of his robe, pink tip already leaking precome. It's mesmerizing and so impossibly sinful that Sehun just stares at him when Luhan sheds his clothes and gets down on his knees. His senses come back to him when the golden-haired boy pulls at his trousers and demands, ''Take those off.''
Luhan must have accidentally pierced his lower lip with a fang when he was getting up a moment ago because there's a red trail along his chin; deep crimson contrasting with his porcelain skin like bloody prints on fresh snow. Sehun already knows he’s losing control.
''Do you even know what you're doing, Lulu?'' he manages before all of his self-restraint crumbles under Luhan's delicate fingers. ''Because this doesn't feel right.''
Luhan nods his head as he helps Sehun out of his breeches, shaking hands having quite a difficulty undoing the tight knot. When they are both finally naked, after all those days of hungry looks and unfulfilled desires, suddenly everything's too real and too sudden.
''We really shouldn't do this.'' Sehun whispers when Luhan locks their lips together and smears blood on Sehun's skin, but they both know that it's already too late to stop. And neither of them wants to break free anymore.
''I'm sorry.'' Luhan breathes softly in between small licks and kisses but his voice has already lost its apologetic tone. Lost in sweet passion that was sleeping in their hearts for far too long, tasting the forbidden is the only thing they truly desire.
Sehun breaks the kiss several minutes later, out of breath and starved for some more of Luhan's flawless skin. He runs his hands down the smaller boy's sides and marvels at how perfectly sculpted his delicate body is, how lean and tense and yet so invitingly soft and vulnerable all at the same time. Luhan's adorable lips are forming a cute little pout as Sehun touches him everywhere he wants, from his long neck and bony clavicle to small, perky nipples that seem to peek at him shyly. He stops there and starts drawing circles around them; closer and closer until his fingers finally pinch down hard and draw a surprised - and a little pained - whine from Luhan's mouth.
''That hurts!'' the golden-haired boy yelps when Sehun still holds them between his fingers, refusing to lessen the pressure. ''Ow!''
Sehun chuckles at him and lets go, but his fingers are soon replaced by warm lips and tongue and this small alternation makes Luhan utter a cry of genuine pleasure. The silver-haired boy bites down and suckles on his nipples and suddenly Luhan remembers the dream he once had, a nightmare in which two unknown cubs drank his milk in haste, cutting his skin with their little pointy fangs. He pushes that memory back where it belongs - to the deepest corner of his mind - and focuses on intense pleasure that hits him over and over again.
''Sehun...oh my...''
He's close. Sehun reaches down with one of his hands and rests it on Luhan's lower stomach, stubbornly ignoring his whining for more.
''How do you want to do it?'' Sehun asks after leaving one final, wet trail from Luhan's navel to where his hand rests. He doesn't have any experience in this but his actions are like instinctual reflexes, dictated by knowledge resting in every wolf's genes. Luhan peeps down at his messy silver hair and his heart swells a little.
He loves Sehun, his every gentle kiss and every single touch. But his body, hot and eager, needs to be conquered and dominated until his alpha's touch is forever imprinted beneath his pale skin.
''I want you to stop holding back,'' he whispers, caressing Sehun's cheek with his fingertips. He knows it might be hard for him because their hormones during heat urge them to act differently than they normally do and the silver-haired male can't smell him the way he did when Luhan was blooming a few weeks ago, therefore his actions aren't as forceful as they should be during this. But Luhan needs it. He's shocked at the realization that he desires pain more than anything right now. ''Take me fast and rough. I know that I'm not in heat and that you feel like protecting me, but please stop. I... want to be hurt. Marked. By you.''
''Luhan...''
''Hunnie. Don't make me beg for this, it's humiliating.''
Sehun stares at him for what feels like ages and Luhan mouths It's okay, it's okay, don't be afraid until he furrows his brows and nods.
''I hope you won't regret it.''
The taller boy grabs his omega by the hair and throws him down on the mattress, towering over his thin frame. Sehun feels a little guilty when he realizes that Luhan is a perfect submissive partner, luring with his exceptionally good looks and vulnerability that makes dominant males desperate to break him into pieces. He's physically weak and easy to assault and his big, innocent eyes give away every single thought that crosses his mind just like his quivering lips do. It almost feels wrong to treat him like this but then again, that's how it's supposed to be. ''So you want to be a little bitch, hm?''
Luhan shudders at his words and Sehun immediately regrets them, thinking that perhaps that's not at all what the golden-haired boy wanted after all but just when he's about to apologize for making a fool of himself Luhan licks his lips and urges him closer. ''Yes.''
It becomes surprisingly natural very fast, Sehun letting his instincts overtake him as he bruises Luhan's arm and forces him into a kneeling position, the boy's head raised expectantly. He's beautiful, almost too beautiful to exist and Sehun feels stinging jealousy at the thought that he's not Luhan's first - and only - partner; that Xiumin did all of it to him before. He stops that train of thought before it angers him any further because none of this was Luhan's fault in the first place - if anything, it was his.
He has to regain at least some self-control if they're going to play this game safely. After all, comparing to him Luhan is as weak as a child, as easily breakable as a baby deer.
He grabs him by the hair once again and maneuvers his head closer to his own groin, shaking it a little to stress his point without unnecessary words. He would be lying to himself if he said that this kind of situation didn't cross his mind even once since they meet, but at the same time it wasn't anywhere close to being his favorite fantasy - or so he thinks, having never done it before Sehun isn't entirely sure about his own reactions, especially when it's about Luhan. But now that they're here and Luhan's pink tongue darts out and touches the head of his member tentatively Sehun realizes that favorite or not, this is not something he should force onto him unless he's entirely sure they both feel comfortable with such overly intimate action. And if there was one thing he would never forgive himself, that would be either truly hurting or humiliating Luhan.
So he lets go of his hair and watches the surprise painting Luhan's features when he loses balance and falls face down on the mattress yet again. He's quick to apologize and rise on his shoulders, but Sehun shushes him quiet. ''It's okay, it's my fault. You don't have to do this.''
Luhan looks like he's about to argue and insist on giving him head anyway but Sehun pecks his nose quickly before he manages to open his mouth. ''Lie down on your back, princess.''
The smaller boy chuckles a little at that and does what he's told, not at all surprised when Sehun's body covers his the very next second. ''I hope you're comfortable right now because this is going to hurt. For some reason you feel like you're in heat but you're not - and the natural lubrication you'd normally have is missing now.''
Luhan huffs at him. ''I told you to be rough.''
Easy to say when you look at me like this, Sehun thinks when he covers his fingers with as much saliva as he can and pushes them inside Luhan. Wolves rarely engage in sexual activities when their mates aren't in heat. It's tiresome and painful and their instincts aren't fired up enough to make the whole ordeal worth it; quite the opposite - they are awkward and out of place and the heavy, oppressive atmosphere around them makes dominant males feel like they're hurting their partners. Luhan is not like every other wolf though, and Sehun will do his best for him.
He props Luhan's side with one hand and grabs his leg under the knee with another, lifting his torso a few inches off the ground. Luhan looks just like he imagined he would, beautiful and open and so very much in love.
The golden-haired boy hisses when Sehun's manhood pushes through his tight ring of muscles but at the same time he can't contain excitement that they're finally joined; bodies fitting together perfectly. They move in sync, chests falling and rising in the dead of the night until Luhan's sweet moans ring in Sehun's ears long after they collapse on the damp mattress.
Chapter 7
Chapter 9